The Battle Ahead.
Nov 22, 2020 23:50:34 GMT -5
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Post by leonvanzandt on Nov 22, 2020 23:50:34 GMT -5
Cold open.
The camera introduces us to the imposing figure of one of the big winners of Lethal Lottery, Night One; Leon “The Professional” Van Zandt is seated on the ground, branding a large black club in either hand. Clad in nothing but a pair of training shorts and Vibram Five Fingers, the mighty Belgian greets us with a smile.
“Ever since I took a victory in the opening round of Gus Arnold’s Lethal Lottery, I have been hard at work, honing my skills for the battle ahead, and for the prize at hand. The battle with Scott Steel and Nico was not an easy one; I would be foolish to believe that the battle royal for the North American Double Crown will be any less difficult.
“Which I suppose is why for this week’s Second Chance show, I will be grouped with several of my opponents for Crowning of a Champion; alongside Timeless Alex Turner, once again, and now a man named Lou Natic, I will face…”
A chuckle.
“A Lord and a King. But professional wrestling… it is not a sport for kings, or for lords.
“Professional wrestling has always been the domain of working people. Hardscrabble fighters who have nothing else to lose, and so put it all on the line in the ring.
“Don’t let my appearance deceive you into thinking I am any kind of nobility; in my veins, flows the blood of working men. Men for whom sport was not a mere hobby, but a way to express themselves, and possibly make a handsome living.”
The Gent from Ghent chuckles.
“But no matter the money that is earned… we wrestlers are not nobles, not at all. Our hands are wracked with hours of use, as tools, and as weapons. Lord Dominicus and Brad Swann, they don’t know what awaits them in the ring with one of the finest practitioners of this craft today.”
Van Zandt taps one of his clubs to the ground beneath him, making a loud, metallic clang.
“And no, these are not the weapons with which I will fight. They are Indian clubs. Very popular with wrestlers, for they provide a more in-depth workout for the finer muscles, that carry out the functions wrestlers need to grapple and throw their opponents.
“They are but tools.”
Van Zandt releases the clubs, which both clang as they hit the ground.
“And they sharpen the only weapons I need in the ring.
“There will be a brutal encounter in that ring, and after it is finished; I will ride into the Lethal Lottery final… and the Double Crown will be mine, and in the hands of a working Belgian.”
The man known as “The Professional” smiles as we fade to black.
The camera introduces us to the imposing figure of one of the big winners of Lethal Lottery, Night One; Leon “The Professional” Van Zandt is seated on the ground, branding a large black club in either hand. Clad in nothing but a pair of training shorts and Vibram Five Fingers, the mighty Belgian greets us with a smile.
“Ever since I took a victory in the opening round of Gus Arnold’s Lethal Lottery, I have been hard at work, honing my skills for the battle ahead, and for the prize at hand. The battle with Scott Steel and Nico was not an easy one; I would be foolish to believe that the battle royal for the North American Double Crown will be any less difficult.
“Which I suppose is why for this week’s Second Chance show, I will be grouped with several of my opponents for Crowning of a Champion; alongside Timeless Alex Turner, once again, and now a man named Lou Natic, I will face…”
A chuckle.
“A Lord and a King. But professional wrestling… it is not a sport for kings, or for lords.
“Professional wrestling has always been the domain of working people. Hardscrabble fighters who have nothing else to lose, and so put it all on the line in the ring.
“Don’t let my appearance deceive you into thinking I am any kind of nobility; in my veins, flows the blood of working men. Men for whom sport was not a mere hobby, but a way to express themselves, and possibly make a handsome living.”
The Gent from Ghent chuckles.
“But no matter the money that is earned… we wrestlers are not nobles, not at all. Our hands are wracked with hours of use, as tools, and as weapons. Lord Dominicus and Brad Swann, they don’t know what awaits them in the ring with one of the finest practitioners of this craft today.”
Van Zandt taps one of his clubs to the ground beneath him, making a loud, metallic clang.
“And no, these are not the weapons with which I will fight. They are Indian clubs. Very popular with wrestlers, for they provide a more in-depth workout for the finer muscles, that carry out the functions wrestlers need to grapple and throw their opponents.
“They are but tools.”
Van Zandt releases the clubs, which both clang as they hit the ground.
“And they sharpen the only weapons I need in the ring.
“There will be a brutal encounter in that ring, and after it is finished; I will ride into the Lethal Lottery final… and the Double Crown will be mine, and in the hands of a working Belgian.”
The man known as “The Professional” smiles as we fade to black.