Post by Oh-Oh on Sept 22, 2020 20:16:28 GMT -5
September 10th, 2020
Mobile, Alabama
Gulf Coast Grappling Club
--
We follow behind the broad shoulders of a man carrying two large duffel bags, as he approaches the front door. Upon entry, we see two wrestling rings, a heavy bag and amateur wrestling mats strewn about. The front door slams shut, which draws attention to the ominous figure that has interrupted a training session. There are close to ten grown men working on their craft who all turn their heads in unison.
"I'm looking for Lars Hagen."
The voice is deep and forceful. Our view is no longer obstructed, and we're able to see the man's face for the first time.
[Gerhard Bishop.]
Welsh grappler Rhys Collins approaches. Rhys could use the fluid drained from his cauliflower ear, as a steam of blood flows down his left cheek.
Rhys: "Who's asking?"
Bishop: "Are. you. Lars. Hagen?"
Rhys takes an aggressive step forward, as he didn't appreciate having to repeat himself.
Rhys: "I said... Who's asking?"
Bishop and Collins are now chest to chest and neither man is willing to look away. The tension builds for a few moments, before someone blows a loud whistle in the background.
[Karl Hagen.]
Hagen: "Alright, break it up. That's enough, nothing to see here."
By now almost everyone has gone back to what they were doing prior to Bishop's arrival. Everyone except Rhys Collins, who still isn't ready to stand down.
Hagen: "C'mon Rhys, ease up."
Collins finally does as he's asked, and walks away.
Bishop: "Are you Lars Hagen?"
Hagen: "Lars Hagen recently retired."
Bishop picks up both of his duffel bags and slings them over his shoulder. He's about to leave, until Karl stops him.
Hagen: "Whoa, Hang on. Who might you be?"
Bishop: "Gerhard."
Hagen: "Ok, Gerhard. What brings you here?"
Bishop: "My trainer told me that Lars Hagen could find me a job in professional wrestling."
Karl takes a step back and examines the mountain of a man who stands before him. COVID-19 had forced The Hagen's to stop running shows, and had really butchered their once prosperous business.
Karl: "I've heard whispers that a group that is getting started in New Orleans which about two hours away."
Bishop: "Can Lars use his influence to have them sign me?"
Karl: "Don't worry about Lars, kid. You're dealing with me now. I'm Karl."
Karl extended his hand, as if he were sealing a deal between the two of them. Bishop thought through his options, before returning the favour.
Karl: "Where are you staying?"
Bishop: "The Motel 6 down the road."
Karl: "There is a guest house around back. Why don't you stay there? It's not much, but you'll have access to the training facility on a daily basis."
Bishop nods, before walking away to find his sanctuary for the foreseeable future. Karl Hagen is deep in thought, wondering if his fortunes are about to improve.
Bishop: "Karl..."
Karl turns and nods his head.
Bishop: "Keep that guard dog of yours on a leash and tell him to take the bass out of his voice."
A smirk curls over the lips of Hagen.
Bishop: "His days as the Alpha are behind him."
Karl is both shocked and intrigued by what Bishop just told him. Bishop spoke with such conviction and gself belief that Karl felt that Gerhard must know something that he doesn't.
[Cut.]
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Present Day
House of Strong Style TV Studio
Mobile, AL
--
[Next Level Wrestling Banner]
Based on their posture, it appears as though Karl Hagen and Gerhard Bishop have gotten familiar with one and other. Gerhard stands behind Karl, looking as menacing as humanly possible. Karl on the other hand is front in center, just where he likes to be. Bishop bounces back and forth on the spot, like a bull that's ready to charge at a moment's notice.
Karl: "Title Tryout you say? That sounds perfect to us. Gerhard Bishop didn't travel to North America to do anything except prove that he's the 'Hope of Holland' in the world of professional wrestling. Gerhard is widely acknowledged as the most dangerous Sambo practitioner in Eastern Europe. After losing in the finals of the Olympic Trials in Holland, Gerhard broke into the world of professional wrestling under the tutelage of Liam Beesley. On the advice of his mentor, Gerhard has decided to pursue his dreams in the United States, the land of opportunity."
"Which brings us to today."
Karl smiles as he rationalizes his next thought.
Karl: "The Decorated Sambo Champion from Holland against The Chaotic Rebel from the Garden State who shuns Wresting Tradition."
Karls chuckles
Karl: "The irony of this match isn't lost on us, that I can assure you."
[...]
Karl: "There is no doubt in my mind that Bugz? lives his life recklessly, which makes him very dangerous. My family has promoted wrestling in the Southern U.S for over twenty years, and we've gone out of our way to avoid people like you, Bugz? The kind of individuals who want to have a laugh at the expense of professional wrestling, while exploiting it for their own benefit."
"The kind of wrestlers who proclaim they were self-taught. Who insist that just because they have a high pain tolerance and are willing to jump off of something, that they're professional wrestlers. Its people like you, that have obliterated the years of hardwork and sacrifice that was put forth by our wrestling fore-father's."
Bishop: "People like Bugz? leave our business worse off than how they found it. In turn, I plan to leave you in far worse condition than when I found you."
Bishop believes every word.
Bishop: "That high pain threshold you tote like a badge of honour will be tested."
Karl smiles whole visualizing the carnage.
Bishop: "I would tread lightly Bugz? If I catch even the slightest hint that you're making a mockery of me, our match, or the sport that I love..."
[Calm.]
Bishop: "I'll make you question your entire existence."
[BAM!]
Static.
Mobile, Alabama
Gulf Coast Grappling Club
--
We follow behind the broad shoulders of a man carrying two large duffel bags, as he approaches the front door. Upon entry, we see two wrestling rings, a heavy bag and amateur wrestling mats strewn about. The front door slams shut, which draws attention to the ominous figure that has interrupted a training session. There are close to ten grown men working on their craft who all turn their heads in unison.
"I'm looking for Lars Hagen."
The voice is deep and forceful. Our view is no longer obstructed, and we're able to see the man's face for the first time.
[Gerhard Bishop.]
Welsh grappler Rhys Collins approaches. Rhys could use the fluid drained from his cauliflower ear, as a steam of blood flows down his left cheek.
Rhys: "Who's asking?"
Bishop: "Are. you. Lars. Hagen?"
Rhys takes an aggressive step forward, as he didn't appreciate having to repeat himself.
Rhys: "I said... Who's asking?"
Bishop and Collins are now chest to chest and neither man is willing to look away. The tension builds for a few moments, before someone blows a loud whistle in the background.
[Karl Hagen.]
Hagen: "Alright, break it up. That's enough, nothing to see here."
By now almost everyone has gone back to what they were doing prior to Bishop's arrival. Everyone except Rhys Collins, who still isn't ready to stand down.
Hagen: "C'mon Rhys, ease up."
Collins finally does as he's asked, and walks away.
Bishop: "Are you Lars Hagen?"
Hagen: "Lars Hagen recently retired."
Bishop picks up both of his duffel bags and slings them over his shoulder. He's about to leave, until Karl stops him.
Hagen: "Whoa, Hang on. Who might you be?"
Bishop: "Gerhard."
Hagen: "Ok, Gerhard. What brings you here?"
Bishop: "My trainer told me that Lars Hagen could find me a job in professional wrestling."
Karl takes a step back and examines the mountain of a man who stands before him. COVID-19 had forced The Hagen's to stop running shows, and had really butchered their once prosperous business.
Karl: "I've heard whispers that a group that is getting started in New Orleans which about two hours away."
Bishop: "Can Lars use his influence to have them sign me?"
Karl: "Don't worry about Lars, kid. You're dealing with me now. I'm Karl."
Karl extended his hand, as if he were sealing a deal between the two of them. Bishop thought through his options, before returning the favour.
Karl: "Where are you staying?"
Bishop: "The Motel 6 down the road."
Karl: "There is a guest house around back. Why don't you stay there? It's not much, but you'll have access to the training facility on a daily basis."
Bishop nods, before walking away to find his sanctuary for the foreseeable future. Karl Hagen is deep in thought, wondering if his fortunes are about to improve.
Bishop: "Karl..."
Karl turns and nods his head.
Bishop: "Keep that guard dog of yours on a leash and tell him to take the bass out of his voice."
A smirk curls over the lips of Hagen.
Bishop: "His days as the Alpha are behind him."
Karl is both shocked and intrigued by what Bishop just told him. Bishop spoke with such conviction and gself belief that Karl felt that Gerhard must know something that he doesn't.
[Cut.]
--
Present Day
House of Strong Style TV Studio
Mobile, AL
--
[Next Level Wrestling Banner]
Based on their posture, it appears as though Karl Hagen and Gerhard Bishop have gotten familiar with one and other. Gerhard stands behind Karl, looking as menacing as humanly possible. Karl on the other hand is front in center, just where he likes to be. Bishop bounces back and forth on the spot, like a bull that's ready to charge at a moment's notice.
Karl: "Title Tryout you say? That sounds perfect to us. Gerhard Bishop didn't travel to North America to do anything except prove that he's the 'Hope of Holland' in the world of professional wrestling. Gerhard is widely acknowledged as the most dangerous Sambo practitioner in Eastern Europe. After losing in the finals of the Olympic Trials in Holland, Gerhard broke into the world of professional wrestling under the tutelage of Liam Beesley. On the advice of his mentor, Gerhard has decided to pursue his dreams in the United States, the land of opportunity."
"Which brings us to today."
Karl smiles as he rationalizes his next thought.
Karl: "The Decorated Sambo Champion from Holland against The Chaotic Rebel from the Garden State who shuns Wresting Tradition."
Karls chuckles
Karl: "The irony of this match isn't lost on us, that I can assure you."
[...]
Karl: "There is no doubt in my mind that Bugz? lives his life recklessly, which makes him very dangerous. My family has promoted wrestling in the Southern U.S for over twenty years, and we've gone out of our way to avoid people like you, Bugz? The kind of individuals who want to have a laugh at the expense of professional wrestling, while exploiting it for their own benefit."
"The kind of wrestlers who proclaim they were self-taught. Who insist that just because they have a high pain tolerance and are willing to jump off of something, that they're professional wrestlers. Its people like you, that have obliterated the years of hardwork and sacrifice that was put forth by our wrestling fore-father's."
Bishop: "People like Bugz? leave our business worse off than how they found it. In turn, I plan to leave you in far worse condition than when I found you."
Bishop believes every word.
Bishop: "That high pain threshold you tote like a badge of honour will be tested."
Karl smiles whole visualizing the carnage.
Bishop: "I would tread lightly Bugz? If I catch even the slightest hint that you're making a mockery of me, our match, or the sport that I love..."
[Calm.]
Bishop: "I'll make you question your entire existence."
[BAM!]
Static.