Post by Seth on Sept 29, 2013 14:08:02 GMT -5
Prologue
Washington DC, 9:23 a.m.
The scene opens with the masked man standing in front of the DC War Memorial. His back leaned upon one of the white posts that hold the structure in the air. One foot crossed over the other as he leans back in relaxation. Not another soul is seen around his presence nor the monument's. The camera zooms to the black mask that lays upon his face as he begins to reposition himself, crossing his arms across his torso.
Masked Man: Here behind me is none other than the DC War Monument, a structure built to remember those that gave their lives during World War I. 26,000 men were fallen to the dirt, giving their lives for their countries protection, and this amazing structure is commending those amazing men that died for a cause. A cause that bettered the entire world, and not just the great United States of America. Tourists return to not only admire the men that died for their generations safety, but also to pay tribute to ancestors who was fallen doing exactly that. This white painted structure is one of the most respected structures within the entire United States of America, hell even couples come to be married in front of this amazing standing structure. One of the biggest tourist attractions in the entire United States, but I am more than just an average tourist.
Today I stand here under neither this amazing structure for not only to dwell upon the past and the heroic actions that took place during the fallen's timespan. I am also here to speak of the near future, the future that is about to occur within hours. Of course I speak of none other than a revolutionizing action that will forever be remembered in everyone's mind and heart. Tonight I change the world of professional wrestling for the better, I am not only changing just the WCF, but the entire industry of professional wrestling. Tonight I will enter a battle field that is filled with blood, sweat, tears, and bodies. As I enter those ropes, carnage is seen from every angle, individuals fighting for their careers, people fighting to keep both feet underneath them. Although there is much more that will be in my vision than just the casualties of War XII. Of course there will be the World Championship staring me in the face, awaiting for its new rightful champion to wear it upon their waist. Upon tonight we will have that rightful champion, the man or woman that has gone through hell and back to claim the biggest prize in all of the WCF, the World Championship.
That WCF World Championship means more than just a plate of gold upon a strap of leather, it is the crown of the WCF. Whomever wears that crown is seen as the most powerful man/woman in the entire company. They are looked up to by so many individuals in the company. That little strap of leather is the power to do anything within your company, it is the utmost respect one individual can own within the company. Respect that is given whether that individual is liked or disliked, respect that cannot be substituted with anything else to give better self-confidence.
The masked man moves away from the structure as he moves back towards the center of the roof.
Masked Man: My cause is about to come true, it is about to be complete, but obtaining that World Championship is just a small section of what is to come for the rest of the WCF. Bullets will be fired, bodies will crash upon the cold hard ground of defeat, but the casualties will still not be done for the WCF. Change will continue to occur, a new World Champion will not only be the new change upon the industry, there will be much more to come. A Revolution of sorts is coming and will not be stopped until the necessary changes are made. After tonight, men and women are going to line up to be apart of my revolution. A revolution that will bring the WCF to the next level of the business, to the highest peak in its decade long career.
Although before these changes can be made, some other individuals are going to have to realize their faults. Individuals that have for the last couple of months have been striving for that uncontainable power at the top of the industry. Individuals that have been fighting and bidding for the power of the WCF owner. Three times have that power changed within the last year, and it is time for the power to shift once again. Although this new holder will be a man that rightfully deserves to control the company. A man that is going to take the company by their horns and steer them into the right direction. This man of course is still unknown as his face is still hidden within the darkness of the shadows.
Times are about to change for the better in the WCF, and it starts with me winning War XII and claim myself within the history books. I have revolutionized the company once in the past, and now it is time for me to do it once again, only upon a much bigger scale. My time will not be wasted, and my efforts will not go in vain. The WCF is a place that is about to be hit by a tornado of change, and soon that tornado will land and change the company forever. The storm is brewing and it is only a matter of hours before it becomes full force.
This is a time of change for the WCF, and it will be proven at War XII when that leather strap is rightfully placed upon my waist. The crown will be seated upon my temples, and I will finally retain the respect that I rightfully deserve. I have been laughed at, and parodied from multiples individuals within the business the past couple of months, and at War XII I am going to prove that I am more than just a little joke! I am much more than just someone wearing a mask, I stand for the better of the WCF, I stand for the individuals that have been sitting in the back waiting for their chance while others walk in and is handed these horrible powers within the WCF. I am here to finally put a stop to it, and give these individuals their rightful chance at gold, their rightful chance at power, and their rightful chance at gaining the company's respect. Once I have that gold plate and leather strap around my waist the entire company is going to change before your eyes, but it is your decision whether you all see the change, or continue to not look past your own nose!
The masked man moves once again, only this time he returns to his position against the structure post.
Masked Man: The time has come for the revolution to come. Who is going to stop this epic change to unravel? Sarah Twilight, the new owner of the WCF? Logan, the three time War winner? No, no one, because they are all fighting for just another championship, an accolade, but I am here for much more. I am here for a much bigger cause than just another strap of leather upon my waist. A feeling that I have felt many times before.
Once this mask is finally unstrapped and my face is shown to the world, their will be their skeptics. There will be the ones that see me as not a threat, just another small contender, a mid carder. Although once my guns are drawn and I enter the battlefield between those ropes, the truth will finally be shown that I am not to be underestimated. I am no longer a weak man, I am a man that is here for respect for my abilities, both that have been overlooked in the past. The revolution is coming to everyone's backyard, but it is their decision to join on, or to just ignore the change.
At War XII, I will become in the history books the winner of War XII. I will be crowned the new World Champion, and most importantly, the revolution will finally begin. Eric Price had to learn the hard way that a revolution is coming, and for the rest of you that will be entering the War match it wont be any easier. Either accept the change, or be left in the dust of the past. Times are changing, the Stable Wars, and now it is time for a new era of wrestling, it is time for the era of change!
The scene goes to darkness as the masked man exits the memorial and joins a group of tourists.
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Phoenix, Arizona 12:15 p.m
The masked man is seen in the arena of the US Airways Center, he is seen sitting on a metal chair, with across from him is Hank Brown with a clipboard within his grasp. He looks at the masked man and ready's himself as he takes in a deep and long breath.
Hank Brown: So, Masked Man, I have interviewed multiple wrestlers in the War XII match so far and I am wanting to ask you some questions about your actions entering the match as well. Is that alright with you?
The masked man just continues to sit, crossing his arms once again against his torso.
Hank Brown: I will take that as a yes then. So first of, when you enter that ring, what will be going through your mind?
The masked man continues again to sit in silence, leaving Hank in wonder of yet another answer. Hank gets a confused look upon his face as he finally moves on after seconds of silence.
Hank Brown: Alright well, I guess we will continue on then. Is there any one wrestler that you will be gunning at during the War match?
Once again the masked man continues to sit in silence with his arms crossed. Hank quickly moves on after a few seconds.
Hank Brown: Alright well lets just move onto the important question, who is under that mask?
The masked man leans forwards, unwrapping his arms from his torso and begins to finally speak a word towards Hank's question.
Masked Man: Now why would I ruin the surprise Hank? I believe that question will have to wait to be answered tonight, but there is something that I would like to say to my competitors about this mask finally being relieved from my face. Once my face is revealed, every man or woman in that masked better turn to finally see who it is that his at the head of this revolution that will come in like a storm Hank. Every single person upon this very arena will be headed towards my presence. Waiting for my face to be revealed to the public, and to be honestly Hank, I am glad it is time for my identity to be known.
Month after month I have been proving my power to each and every individual that has been a part of the so called powerhouse stables. The ones that have called themselves the best in the company at what they do, and Hank every month I would take out one of those individuals and make them realize that their is someone out there that is better at this business. My entire past career has been a joke to many individuals, I am forgotten, hell I am completely over looked. I have been a part of ending not only Bravado, but Genesis, and Pantheon as well. Yet I am still looked at as a "underdog" in this match. Well it doesn't matter the size of the beast, but its bite, and Hank, the past couple of months I have proved the supersized power of my bite.
Hank Brown: Alright! Now to head to the next question. You have been speaking of a revolution that will happen, what exactly what will happen during this revolution?
The masked man once again leans back in his chair, but doesn't remain in silence as he responds to the question.
Masked Man: Well Hank, I have kept this revolution quiet for too long. Although with that being said, the contents of the revolution will not be revealed until tonight much like my identity. The entire WCF Universe needs to be given the element of surprise, and tonight will be filled with many surprises of different qualities and quantities. Tonight the revolution will begin, that is about all I can say within the contents of the revolution, but of course I will speak of the changes that occur within it.
The management will be changed, there will be no longer Sarah Twilight, the owner of the WCF. There will be no more stables looking to with hold the power of the WCF, this isn't 2009 with the Team of Torture Hank. It is time for a different era to arise from the shadows, it is time for a new kind of wrestler to be shown, and I am that kind of wrestler. I am the president, general, and soldiers tonight at War for the revolution, but lets just say that after tonight the revolution will not only consist of just my presence. My cause will finally be noticed by some of the greats here within the WCF, and my cause will finally be fulfilled, the revolution will be a success. Barriers will collapse, and walls will be broken, a new era of individuals will arise to the top once again and take their rightful place at the top of the company.
Hank Brown: The past 7 months you have been attacking multiple superstars, what is your explaining for these violent actions?
Masked Man: Hank, soon I won't need an explanation for my actions. At War I will prove that I am one of the best wrestlers to ever enter a WCF ring. My name has been thrown around within the past couple of years as nothing but a mistake, a fraud. Tonight my entire career will be explained to not only management, or the wrestlers in the back, but the entire WCF Universe. I deserve to be put in the same category as men like Madd Dogg, Slickie T, Bobby Cairo, Chad Evans, Jack of Blades, and Outcast. Instead my name is just thrown as men that were at the top at one of the weakest times of the company. Tonight I prove to the entire Universe that I am no fluke, I am a man of honor and amazing abilities, and I will receive the respect that I rightfully deserve.
Hank then moves back towards his clipboard after writing down the masked man's response. After a few moments he moves on to the final question written upon his clipboard.
Hank Brown: Last question, there is a bunch of talented superstars that will be entering this...
Hank is interrupted by a maintenance man helping put together the stage for later tonight.
Maintenance Man: I apologize, but Hank we need you in the back, there is a problem.
Hank Brown: Alright, I am sorry...Masked Man, but duty calls.
Hank and the Maintenance man leave the ring and head up the ramp towards the back. The masked man gets up from his chair and makes his way towards the seats in the arena. He reaches the second section of stairs before sitting in the nearest seat next to the stairs. He places his feet upon the seat in front of him, before thinking to himself of tonight's event.
Masked Man: Tonight this arena will be filled with thousands of individuals that will be a part of my revolution, thousands of soldiers sitting in these very seats, and millions at home watching from the safety of their homes. All men and women that will join my cause come tonight. My revolution is growing larger and larger as the nights go. Tonight is the beginning of a new era and the end of an old. I am the Washington of the WCF, awaiting my time to finally prove myself, destroying the superior Bravado red coats. My militias are together, my army is armed and now it is time for me to end this War, and begin this revolution of humongous proportions.
My face will finally be rotted of this mask, revealing my true identity. I will no longer be just a man dressed up in black, I will finally be seen as a man with a cause, as well as drive. I wear this black for all the men and women that will become casualties within the 12th anniversary of War. No past Wars will be to the same caliber as this years amazing competitors, the WCF is at the top of its game, and it is time for a rightful wrestler to be placed at the top as none other than the face of the WCF. A face that has been covered for the past 7 months and counting. No longer will the new face of the WCF be hidden from the world, tonight I will finally reveal my true identity and continue on my career with this revolution, a second coming, a revolution of same qualities as one that occurred months from now.
My cause is known, but my face is still hidden under that very cause. I am become a masked vigilantly, but finally this hero will have a face, a face that will be respect by everyone within the WCF Universe. The new face of the WCF. Eric Price, Sarah Twilight, Jonny Fly, Logan, Bobby Cairo all stand in my way, wanting the same prize that I want, giving the price of our bodies for that strap of leather. All that they dream of is that plate of gold with their names engraved in it, but I dream of much bigger proportions. I dream of a new era where wrestlers like myself is seen as greats as much as other wrestlers of our pasts. At War I will win the World Championship, and finally become the face of the WCF, the rightful place that I deserve to be within this company! My work and dedication will finally pay off, and I will become not only the present face of the WCF, but the face of this new era about to be unleashed upon the WCF. You will remember my face, the face of change for the better! The face of a revolution, and the face of your new World Champion!
Tonight people's true identities will be shown to the public, their true selves will finally enter the public. People's hidden personalities will be unleashed, but it takes a real soul and drive to overcome the challenges that will be in front of them. The words spoke from the mouth of Thomas Paine will be proven fact tonight, people's true colors show at times of War, it is the strongest of soldiers that will find themselves on top, victorious!
“These are the times that try men's souls.” -Thomas Paine
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Epilogue
Reading Pennsylvania 10:15 a.m.
The office of Seth is seen again the paper still sitting on his desk. His secretary comes into the office, looking at the desk he finds the letter written to Seth from the masked man, but the other paper is flipped over. He flips over the paper, with a picture of a man on the paper, but the paper is blurred out.
Secretary: What the hell?! Is that...
The secretary runs out of the room with the paper in hand yelling for anyones attention. He drops it right before exiting the room.
Secretary: I know who the masked man is!
The camera zooms in on the face, but it is still blurred out to protect the identity of the masked man. Although there is some words that can be seen at the bottom of the photo, written in solid capital letters.
"The Revolution is coming to the WCF, and it cannot be stopped!"
The scene goes black.
