Post by Dionysus on Sept 4, 2016 16:50:42 GMT -5
[Scene: Inside a large canvas tent. A dull glow of daylight reflects on the fabric, illuminating the interior. The camera pans around, noting the door, a weapons rack stacked with swords and pikes, a cot, and a table in the middle. The camera finishes panning onto Dion Necurat, leaning over the table, arms outstretched and hands flat on the table. The surface was covered with a battle map, marked WCF. There were various markers of different sizes, each marked with what looked like a different name.]
Necurat: WCF...a sprawling expanse of a battlefield. (points to tall towers) Each title a fortress... (waves a hand over a pile of smaller tokens) each competitor a token on the field. Bates...Oblivion...Massaker...Lilith...and many others dot the landscape, while the ruler known as Lerch watches from the sides, pitting friend against friend, rekindling rivalries and ending alliances. Where arrogant men are humbled, retreating to lick their wounds.
[Dion picks up a red token, stationed outside a tower labeled "Alpha"]
Necurat: My siege began here, at the Alpha Fortress. Here, I was faced with opposition from three other factions: Massaker, Ciserano, and Phoenix. All armies stood firm in the midst of battle, but due to my own miscalculation, I forced a withdrawal. Better to live to fight another day; this I know as a gladiator. In the end, the Phoenix took rightful claim to the Alpha Championship, and is now defender of that fortress. I wish him well; CJ fought tooth and nail for that title, and deserves his due victory. I still plan to lay siege to this fortress, and will be not far in pursuit for his newfound title.
[Dion moves his pawn over to another tower, labeled "Tag". Outside are three pawns in black, labeled Cash, Shepard, and Night Rider. On the tower were two tokens, Tom-o-Hawk and Captain WCF.]
Necurat: Before I lay siege, however, I must bolster my forces and prepare for the assault. I have been called to assist in the defense of this fortress against a formidable force. To prove my worth to the owners of this championship, Tom-o-Hawk and Captain WCF, is a great honor and privilege, and I intend to show them, as well as the other contenders in this battle, just what it means to be an urban gladiator.
Necurat: The foe I face is one I have faced before: Zero Tolerance. With the addition of Night Rider, a deranged biker with no business being involved, they set their sights on the prize of my compatriots. But what the cheap beer-swilling knave and the jester-painted ratsbane do not realize is that their ride of fortune is simply that; good fortune. Their skill as competitors...no, their ability as warriors...will be put to a true test, if they intend to claim this fortress. Their interest is high, but their misfortunes begin tonight.
[Dion takes his pawn, knocking over the three pawns surrounding the tower. He then places his in the middle of the mess.]
Necurat: This is what I am capable of. In my time in this battle, I have never had to compete against a single opponent. It has either been teams, or against multiple men and women. I hold the greatest advantage over many in this battle; the ability to be aware of who is around me and where I am in relation to the ring. If permitted to continue to build this skill, I will become a powerful force to be reckoned with. And no man or woman, whether they be friend or foe, will stand in my way.
[Dion slams his arm against the table, causing all the pieces to be jostled and fall over. Very few remained standing, his own pawn being one of them.]
Necurat: I say this here and now...at Slam, I begin my new quest. I embark on a journey to lay siege to WCF. I will travel to each fortress, with allies or without. I will siege until my hands are red with my blood, and my legs give way under the weight of my efforts. My blood, sweat, and tears will enter that ring, will enter these battles...and in the end...I will stand tall, having laid claim to each and every fortress in this battlefield. My siege will be complete...when I have held each and every title that WCF has to offer...
[Dion grabs his pawn again, tapping it on each tower. In order, he touches Alpha, then Hardcore, followed by Internet, then TV, followed by People, then Tag, and lastly at World. He set his pawn down, and began to remove a gauntlet he was wearing on his hand.]
Necurat: In days of old, warriors would express a challenge by removing their gauntlet, and dropping it in front of their desired opponent. This was done as a sign of respect. The opponent would then grab the gauntlet as a sign of acceptance. WCF...I leave this to you.
[Dion drops the gauntlet on the table, landing on top of the pawn marked "Lerch." The camera focuses in on the gauntlet as the camera fades to black.]
Necurat: WCF...a sprawling expanse of a battlefield. (points to tall towers) Each title a fortress... (waves a hand over a pile of smaller tokens) each competitor a token on the field. Bates...Oblivion...Massaker...Lilith...and many others dot the landscape, while the ruler known as Lerch watches from the sides, pitting friend against friend, rekindling rivalries and ending alliances. Where arrogant men are humbled, retreating to lick their wounds.
[Dion picks up a red token, stationed outside a tower labeled "Alpha"]
Necurat: My siege began here, at the Alpha Fortress. Here, I was faced with opposition from three other factions: Massaker, Ciserano, and Phoenix. All armies stood firm in the midst of battle, but due to my own miscalculation, I forced a withdrawal. Better to live to fight another day; this I know as a gladiator. In the end, the Phoenix took rightful claim to the Alpha Championship, and is now defender of that fortress. I wish him well; CJ fought tooth and nail for that title, and deserves his due victory. I still plan to lay siege to this fortress, and will be not far in pursuit for his newfound title.
[Dion moves his pawn over to another tower, labeled "Tag". Outside are three pawns in black, labeled Cash, Shepard, and Night Rider. On the tower were two tokens, Tom-o-Hawk and Captain WCF.]
Necurat: Before I lay siege, however, I must bolster my forces and prepare for the assault. I have been called to assist in the defense of this fortress against a formidable force. To prove my worth to the owners of this championship, Tom-o-Hawk and Captain WCF, is a great honor and privilege, and I intend to show them, as well as the other contenders in this battle, just what it means to be an urban gladiator.
Necurat: The foe I face is one I have faced before: Zero Tolerance. With the addition of Night Rider, a deranged biker with no business being involved, they set their sights on the prize of my compatriots. But what the cheap beer-swilling knave and the jester-painted ratsbane do not realize is that their ride of fortune is simply that; good fortune. Their skill as competitors...no, their ability as warriors...will be put to a true test, if they intend to claim this fortress. Their interest is high, but their misfortunes begin tonight.
[Dion takes his pawn, knocking over the three pawns surrounding the tower. He then places his in the middle of the mess.]
Necurat: This is what I am capable of. In my time in this battle, I have never had to compete against a single opponent. It has either been teams, or against multiple men and women. I hold the greatest advantage over many in this battle; the ability to be aware of who is around me and where I am in relation to the ring. If permitted to continue to build this skill, I will become a powerful force to be reckoned with. And no man or woman, whether they be friend or foe, will stand in my way.
[Dion slams his arm against the table, causing all the pieces to be jostled and fall over. Very few remained standing, his own pawn being one of them.]
Necurat: I say this here and now...at Slam, I begin my new quest. I embark on a journey to lay siege to WCF. I will travel to each fortress, with allies or without. I will siege until my hands are red with my blood, and my legs give way under the weight of my efforts. My blood, sweat, and tears will enter that ring, will enter these battles...and in the end...I will stand tall, having laid claim to each and every fortress in this battlefield. My siege will be complete...when I have held each and every title that WCF has to offer...
[Dion grabs his pawn again, tapping it on each tower. In order, he touches Alpha, then Hardcore, followed by Internet, then TV, followed by People, then Tag, and lastly at World. He set his pawn down, and began to remove a gauntlet he was wearing on his hand.]
Necurat: In days of old, warriors would express a challenge by removing their gauntlet, and dropping it in front of their desired opponent. This was done as a sign of respect. The opponent would then grab the gauntlet as a sign of acceptance. WCF...I leave this to you.
[Dion drops the gauntlet on the table, landing on top of the pawn marked "Lerch." The camera focuses in on the gauntlet as the camera fades to black.]
