Post by grockadoc on Jul 29, 2008 12:57:41 GMT
The scene opens up to a hotel room, furnished extravagantly. The scene pans over the room, and rests at the window, showing Tholivis Redace sitting on a window ledge, face pressed against the glass. Rain pelts down and hits the window, generating an incredible amount of noise. He sighs and his breath condensates on the window, fogging it up. He peers through the heavy rain, but cannot make out anything out of the ordinary. He sighs harder and gets up, taking his Jumper from in front of the heater and putting it on, relieved by its warmth. He strides over to the bed and sits on the end, plucks the T.V remote off the bedside cabinet and turns on the Television. He flicks a couple of channels and stops at a sporting channel, which has the Worlds End results on screen. Tholivis lets out a relieved, yet satisfied sound, something in between a snort, and a laugh, and settles on the end of the bed. He closes his eyes, but is interrupted by his cell phone ringing. He lets out a groan and grabs his phone out of his pocket. He holds the phone up.
Tholivis: Hello?
He hears a loud, heavy breathing sound and nothing else. He decides it cant be anything important so he snaps his phone shut and close his eyes again. About 30 seconds later, a loud knock on the door is heard. Tholivis curses and gets up, walking towards the door slowly. He yanks it open, but no one is there. He slams the door and is seething in anger. He walks back to his bed and climbs on, watching the TV. About a minute later, a loud bang sound is heard, and the picture on the T.V cuts out, leaving nothing but static to crackle about on the screen. Tholivis loses his temper and throws the T.V remote at the wall, plastic shattering on impact. He walks to the window, and peers out, seeing nothing but a pair of taillights getting dimmer as it drives further away. He turns around, picks up his phone and opens it, dialling numbers. No signal is heard, so he walks to his door, pulls it open and steps into the hallway. He turns around and finds himself face to face with a man dressed in black. The stranger startled Tholivis, who steps sideways, to go past, but the man blocks him off. The mans beady black eyes staring infuriated at Tholivis, greasy black hair slightly wet. Tholivis pushes the man out of the road and steps past, but the man grabs the back of his shirt collar and pulls him backwards, against the wall. His breathing become more and more erratic and noticeable with every heartbeat. Tholivis tries to squirm free, but to no avail.
I Know who you are. I know what you do.
Tholivis seems unperturbed by the strangers statement. He tries to break free of the struggle and the stranger releases his grip. Tholivis grabs his throat, gasping for air as the stranger pulls out a gun from behind his jacket and points it towards Tholivis, aiming square between the eyes. Tholivis begins to sweat, unsure of what to do. He shifts his gaze sideways, noticing an ashtray. In the blink of an eye, he scoops a handful and throws it into the maniacs eyes, temporarily blinding him. Tholivis grabs the gun and twists around, taking the guy down, but keeping the gun, disarming the stranger. Tholivis smacks the guy across the head with the butt of the gun and feels a satisfying crunch. He drops the gun, races to his room and picks up the telephone.
Tholivis: Hello? Security? Yeah, i have just been burgled, i returned home and found the culprit racing out of my door, gun in hand. I have knocked him out, hes lying in the corridor on the fifth floor, around the corner from the lift? OK.
He puts the phone down and sits on the end of the bed. He stares at the camera, adrenalin still pumping through his veins. He manages to let out a smile.
Tholivis: My life has taken a dramatic turn over the last week or so. Winning the Dragons Rage title was step forwards in my career. A step that was to gain recognition and respect. I have now gained that. However, while winning a title comes with popularity, respect and recognition, it also has a lot of downsides. You can win the title fairly, and be described as a cheater for beating a fan favorite. You can be stalked by crazed fans. Winning a title is something every wrestler wants to achieve, but rarely accomplish. It has its highs, it has its lows. I hate having to always look over my shoulder, to see if im being watched, by potential opponents. I hate having the feeling that someone is watching. It is like i am a marked man. Like i have a target sign imprinted on my chest.If it wasnt for the perks, i would hand the title straight back to TPK. I am always constantly alert for any sign of attack, something i am sure most champions do. If you have never won a title, you will not know who or what we feel. You will not know the frustration. The Anger. The pain. The Cautiousness, all for the sake of what? A mere belt with gold on it? The only reason i am still the champ, is because it signifies i am among the elite on TNS, if not ICW. With this belt, becomes great responsibility, great power, great influence and an even greater amount of enemies. All of these things can turn a man crazy. It can completely absorb him into the belief that nobody can beat him and take his title. HA! I might have turned insane if i wasnt always alert as to my surroundings because, when you are a champion, you are isolated. Isolated because everyone is an enemy. Everyone around you is someone who could challenge you for your title at any stage. Champions are the elite. Anyone who can hold a title for over a month and not snap from the pressure and paranoia ought to be commended. We are isolated........We are different......... We are targets.
With that, Tholivis smiles, and the camera fades.
Tholivis: Hello?
He hears a loud, heavy breathing sound and nothing else. He decides it cant be anything important so he snaps his phone shut and close his eyes again. About 30 seconds later, a loud knock on the door is heard. Tholivis curses and gets up, walking towards the door slowly. He yanks it open, but no one is there. He slams the door and is seething in anger. He walks back to his bed and climbs on, watching the TV. About a minute later, a loud bang sound is heard, and the picture on the T.V cuts out, leaving nothing but static to crackle about on the screen. Tholivis loses his temper and throws the T.V remote at the wall, plastic shattering on impact. He walks to the window, and peers out, seeing nothing but a pair of taillights getting dimmer as it drives further away. He turns around, picks up his phone and opens it, dialling numbers. No signal is heard, so he walks to his door, pulls it open and steps into the hallway. He turns around and finds himself face to face with a man dressed in black. The stranger startled Tholivis, who steps sideways, to go past, but the man blocks him off. The mans beady black eyes staring infuriated at Tholivis, greasy black hair slightly wet. Tholivis pushes the man out of the road and steps past, but the man grabs the back of his shirt collar and pulls him backwards, against the wall. His breathing become more and more erratic and noticeable with every heartbeat. Tholivis tries to squirm free, but to no avail.
I Know who you are. I know what you do.
Tholivis seems unperturbed by the strangers statement. He tries to break free of the struggle and the stranger releases his grip. Tholivis grabs his throat, gasping for air as the stranger pulls out a gun from behind his jacket and points it towards Tholivis, aiming square between the eyes. Tholivis begins to sweat, unsure of what to do. He shifts his gaze sideways, noticing an ashtray. In the blink of an eye, he scoops a handful and throws it into the maniacs eyes, temporarily blinding him. Tholivis grabs the gun and twists around, taking the guy down, but keeping the gun, disarming the stranger. Tholivis smacks the guy across the head with the butt of the gun and feels a satisfying crunch. He drops the gun, races to his room and picks up the telephone.
Tholivis: Hello? Security? Yeah, i have just been burgled, i returned home and found the culprit racing out of my door, gun in hand. I have knocked him out, hes lying in the corridor on the fifth floor, around the corner from the lift? OK.
He puts the phone down and sits on the end of the bed. He stares at the camera, adrenalin still pumping through his veins. He manages to let out a smile.
Tholivis: My life has taken a dramatic turn over the last week or so. Winning the Dragons Rage title was step forwards in my career. A step that was to gain recognition and respect. I have now gained that. However, while winning a title comes with popularity, respect and recognition, it also has a lot of downsides. You can win the title fairly, and be described as a cheater for beating a fan favorite. You can be stalked by crazed fans. Winning a title is something every wrestler wants to achieve, but rarely accomplish. It has its highs, it has its lows. I hate having to always look over my shoulder, to see if im being watched, by potential opponents. I hate having the feeling that someone is watching. It is like i am a marked man. Like i have a target sign imprinted on my chest.If it wasnt for the perks, i would hand the title straight back to TPK. I am always constantly alert for any sign of attack, something i am sure most champions do. If you have never won a title, you will not know who or what we feel. You will not know the frustration. The Anger. The pain. The Cautiousness, all for the sake of what? A mere belt with gold on it? The only reason i am still the champ, is because it signifies i am among the elite on TNS, if not ICW. With this belt, becomes great responsibility, great power, great influence and an even greater amount of enemies. All of these things can turn a man crazy. It can completely absorb him into the belief that nobody can beat him and take his title. HA! I might have turned insane if i wasnt always alert as to my surroundings because, when you are a champion, you are isolated. Isolated because everyone is an enemy. Everyone around you is someone who could challenge you for your title at any stage. Champions are the elite. Anyone who can hold a title for over a month and not snap from the pressure and paranoia ought to be commended. We are isolated........We are different......... We are targets.
With that, Tholivis smiles, and the camera fades.