Post by kingsasori on Apr 24, 2016 2:31:00 GMT
PRE RECORDED
On a desolate wasteland, a single house is spotted.
This house was badly maintained on the outside, making it even more obvious when the moonlight iluminates the house, revealing the seemingly endless moss and spider webs around it.
Under normal circumstances, one would assume that this place wasn't habitable...An assumption that would come to be proven wrong, as a fleeting glimpse of light streamed through the a dirty window.
As we go inside, a loud sound of a creaking chair echos throughout the house.
Sat on that chair is a silhouette that belongs to a man.
This man is dressed in exquisite clothes, probably costing more than an average person's yearly salary.
The walls are filled with narcissistic paintings of himself, all of them painted beautifully.
He gets up from his chair. He grabs a leather jacket and an umbrella, as he prepares to leave his home.
Once he opens the door, his mood changes and let's out a loud sigh.
: "How many months has it been since I have had to step out of those so comfortable, embracing walls? How I hate you, Vincent...For making me have to do this again. Having to wrestle after months of retirement, and to add insult to injury, you sign us up for a Tournament that will host a lot of famous wrestlers."
The rain isn't slowing down , something that doesn't to hold backhe still unknown individual.
: "However, due to the memories we share, I'll fullfill this wish of yours. Truth be told, although I enjoyed the comfort life I have been living for this last couple of months, there's something that seems to be missing. Something that has validated my life until now, and the only thing that brings me true happiness, and that is...Winning."
He lets out a warm chuckle.
: "For me, winning is the ultimate level of pleasure one can feel. Maybe not the feeling of winning itself, but the feeling of watching your opponent being defeated by your own two hands. That's why I loved wrestling so much...The law of the world is survival at its fittest. Its how the weak are weeded out. It just means those people that lost were too weak. Its only natural for the weak to perish."
He reaches out for his pocket and grabs a letter. This letter has beautiful handwritting. On the letter, the sender and the receiver are shown. The sender is called " Vincent Strassburg, whilst the receiver is called " King Sasori".
Now that his name is finally revealed, King Sasori begins reading the letter. As soon as he's finished, he smiles.
King Sasori: "What intense irony...We're fighting Bloody Best Friends. What a fitting opponent, considering that Vincent has made himself known as The Bringer of Blood. Bloody Best Friends, besides having an horrible taste in names, you also seem to have horrible luck. The moment when it was known that we were your opponents, that was the moment when your loss would be inevitable...But fear not. There's always a second choice. You can still turn tail and decide to not show up at our match, and by doing so, that will save you a couple of years of your life...But fail to do so and you will be broken. For he who doesn't bow, gets broken."
The rain is finally showing signs of slowing down. As for King Sasori, he keeps on walking forward with a clear destination in mind.
King Sasori: "No matter how much talent anyone in the tournament possesses, if you're not the best, you're nothing because there can only be one King. If you're in his shadow, then you'll be written off from history. The winner is remembered while the loser is disavowed. Such are the rules and principles of the world of the "Survival of the Fittest". A world where Vendetta reigns."
An hour has swiftly passed by since King Sasori left his home, and now something other than dry plants and trees is seen. It's a car, and next to it are several men, all dressed in tuxedos.
Upon coming in contact with them, the men bow down. That's the ultimate respect one can offer to someone who stands above them.
King Sasori enters the car and motions for the driver to proceed with haste.
King Sasori: "As soon as you step in the ring with us, you'll also be stepping in our realm. That itself is considered a mistake. People say mistakes are part of the process which we call 'learning', but a true mistake will leave you with no experience to learn from. Scream but none will hear you, please and beg but none will help you. "
King Sasori begins laughing. If evilness had a voice, this laugh would make it whimper in fear.
Camera fades to black.
On a desolate wasteland, a single house is spotted.
This house was badly maintained on the outside, making it even more obvious when the moonlight iluminates the house, revealing the seemingly endless moss and spider webs around it.
Under normal circumstances, one would assume that this place wasn't habitable...An assumption that would come to be proven wrong, as a fleeting glimpse of light streamed through the a dirty window.
As we go inside, a loud sound of a creaking chair echos throughout the house.
Sat on that chair is a silhouette that belongs to a man.
This man is dressed in exquisite clothes, probably costing more than an average person's yearly salary.
The walls are filled with narcissistic paintings of himself, all of them painted beautifully.
He gets up from his chair. He grabs a leather jacket and an umbrella, as he prepares to leave his home.
Once he opens the door, his mood changes and let's out a loud sigh.
: "How many months has it been since I have had to step out of those so comfortable, embracing walls? How I hate you, Vincent...For making me have to do this again. Having to wrestle after months of retirement, and to add insult to injury, you sign us up for a Tournament that will host a lot of famous wrestlers."The rain isn't slowing down , something that doesn't to hold backhe still unknown individual.
: "However, due to the memories we share, I'll fullfill this wish of yours. Truth be told, although I enjoyed the comfort life I have been living for this last couple of months, there's something that seems to be missing. Something that has validated my life until now, and the only thing that brings me true happiness, and that is...Winning."He lets out a warm chuckle.
: "For me, winning is the ultimate level of pleasure one can feel. Maybe not the feeling of winning itself, but the feeling of watching your opponent being defeated by your own two hands. That's why I loved wrestling so much...The law of the world is survival at its fittest. Its how the weak are weeded out. It just means those people that lost were too weak. Its only natural for the weak to perish."He reaches out for his pocket and grabs a letter. This letter has beautiful handwritting. On the letter, the sender and the receiver are shown. The sender is called " Vincent Strassburg, whilst the receiver is called " King Sasori".
Now that his name is finally revealed, King Sasori begins reading the letter. As soon as he's finished, he smiles.
King Sasori: "What intense irony...We're fighting Bloody Best Friends. What a fitting opponent, considering that Vincent has made himself known as The Bringer of Blood. Bloody Best Friends, besides having an horrible taste in names, you also seem to have horrible luck. The moment when it was known that we were your opponents, that was the moment when your loss would be inevitable...But fear not. There's always a second choice. You can still turn tail and decide to not show up at our match, and by doing so, that will save you a couple of years of your life...But fail to do so and you will be broken. For he who doesn't bow, gets broken."
The rain is finally showing signs of slowing down. As for King Sasori, he keeps on walking forward with a clear destination in mind.
King Sasori: "No matter how much talent anyone in the tournament possesses, if you're not the best, you're nothing because there can only be one King. If you're in his shadow, then you'll be written off from history. The winner is remembered while the loser is disavowed. Such are the rules and principles of the world of the "Survival of the Fittest". A world where Vendetta reigns."
An hour has swiftly passed by since King Sasori left his home, and now something other than dry plants and trees is seen. It's a car, and next to it are several men, all dressed in tuxedos.
Upon coming in contact with them, the men bow down. That's the ultimate respect one can offer to someone who stands above them.
King Sasori enters the car and motions for the driver to proceed with haste.
King Sasori: "As soon as you step in the ring with us, you'll also be stepping in our realm. That itself is considered a mistake. People say mistakes are part of the process which we call 'learning', but a true mistake will leave you with no experience to learn from. Scream but none will hear you, please and beg but none will help you. "
King Sasori begins laughing. If evilness had a voice, this laugh would make it whimper in fear.
Camera fades to black.
