Post by eddiehavok on Aug 8, 2021 15:36:50 GMT -5
The room appears to be very plain and empty compared to many rooms in this day and age. This is not a room designed for comfort, No this was a room designed more for practicality more than anything else. The walls are painted white, discoloured after years. The floor was decked out in old wooden floorboards, faded after years of being walked on. Part of the room is lit up by candles. A figure is seen sitting on a wooden chair at the far end of the room, cloaked in the darkness. Rocking back and forth.
“Welcome, welcome to my residence. I have invited you here to my humble home in New Orleans." A males voice said in an Irish accent.
["This isn't a home… it's a bloody prison.."]
The chair carries on rocking back and forth. One of the flòor boards creaking underneath the chair.
"My name is Cade Allen," said the voice, before a brief pause.
["Well what a lame introduction, yet again…"]
"I have just recently signed with a new Federation. I will have to travel south of the border. The promotion is based out of Tijuana, Mexico." Cade added.
["Bloody hell another Federation, another location around the world. When we will you stop dragging me around the globe on your mission."]
Suddenly The chair stops rocking and the figure leans forward, only the bottom part of his face is suddenly covered in the Dull light from the candles in the room. Cade brushes his hand over the top of his beard, taking a moment to pick his words.
“I have officially, found out that I have been booked for the first show, to take place on August 29th," Cade informed.
["So, what you want a pat on the back.."]
Suddenly The chair starts to rock back and forth once again.
”I will be facing off against Cross something. Self-proclaimed XHF Box office Smash"
["A new victim, finally getting somewhere."]
Cade sits back in his chair and crosses his leg resting upon his other knee.
“I have seen a picture, he looks like one of those Hollywood stars. Designer hair cut, suit, shirt and tie. He does look like he should be found in a dirty, gritty Mexican promotion like this. Each to their own” Cade said in a mocking tone.
["I will finally feel at home in a place like that!"]
Cade pulls a pipe out of his jacket pocket.
"So it will be a clash of styles if there ever was. We both might use a technical style, but that is pretty much where all of the similarities stop. Hell, I would never be mistaken for a Hollywood star, I am pretty sure that I will never be seen dead in a suit. It wouldn't surprise me, if this guy spends a fair bit of time in the gym, working 9n and moulding his frame into one of those bodies you see in the Hollywood films" Cade starts to laugh. "Hell, mine can't be any further from that. You could say that I am heavy set. Probably be safe that I haven't seen the inside of a gym in years."
["Blah, blah…"]
Cade strikes a match and lights his pipe after a few drags on the pipe. He blows out a big cloud of smoke.
"Don't be fooled, it might look like I am out 0f shape, but that couldn't be further from the truth. I could easily outlast most during a match without getting out of breath. I might not have muscle upon muscles, but I can hold my own against foes"
Cade moves to the edge of the chair. Still holding the pipe in one hand and the other resting on the arm of the chair.
"People always remember a strong run, however, most don't remember who the first opponent was of the run"
["Sooner or later you will have to let me out, do you hear me Cade.. its time for Scourge to come out and play in the Pit.."]
Cade stands up and takes a few steps forward.
"Mr Cross, or whoever you are. I hope you are religious. It might be time to pray to your God. You better miss that when you step into that ring and the bell rings. That I am standing across the ring from you and not him"
["God doesn't exist, I coming to Tijuana. I'm coming to write my Legacy in the pending Carnage.. "]
Cade walks off laughing before exiting the room.