Post by PANZER on Oct 12, 2012 14:43:40 GMT -5
A rather large and bulky man sits on a step in a secluded area. It's dark, there's a cool breeze, and the moon can be seen in the far background peaking around some thick black clouds. Several sections of the stairway is rusted and chipping away, leading someone to believe they aren't the safest steps to sit on. The large bodied man has his head hung down causing his dark black hair to drape over his face. He glances up at the camera, a little space between his hair shows his eye staring like a madman. The tank like man can now be recognized as the machine, Panzer. He pauses as he stares back down at the cold concrete beneath him before looking back up at the camera as he begins to speak.
“For years upon years, I have fought. I fought to be the best in the world, for what I believed in, for everything that I have right now. I have the scars and arrest record to prove it. I've been in jail ten long years for single handedly beating two men within an inch of their lives. One of them just looked at me wrong, I don't take all too well to staring, so I taught that mother f*cker a lesson. A broken jaw, a broken nose, a broken arm, the list goes on and on. Now, for his friend, he jumped in... that was a terrible move on his part. A broken skull and an absolutely crippled ankle were his most serious injuries. Spending all those years locked up behind bars has taught me a lot. A lot about myself and a lot about life. So let me share some knowledge with you, life fucking sucks. Fighting the good fight will get you nowhere, nowhere but imprisoned with the legal system being as twisted as it is. So now, here I am, selling my services for the highest bidder. I will do anything for that money, anything but one simple thing. I will not belittle myself. I won't lay down for someone, or hurt my own honor in any single way. That's the only line that I will never cross. I will take out any many on this pathetic Velocity roster. Any single man.”
Panzer grins sadistically thinking about what he can do to any man on the roster. He knows that on any given night, he can completely dominate his opponent in a way that will make that man never want to wrestle again. It sounds cocky, but he firmly believes it. He looks up at the camera one last time to perform another verbal assault on all that oppose him.
“This week, I face a man who can't even figure out replacing the letters c and k with an x was the out thing before 2006. This man isn't the type of man who thinks. I know I'm not exactly one to talk, but this guy is the definition of meat head. I'm buff, I'm tough, but no one can say I don't use the brain in my skull. After tomorrow night, Jax won't even have the option to think. I'm going to cripple him, I'm going to make him a vegetable. I will leave him a beaten and battered half shell of a man. Good luck leaving that match without injury, Jax, you need all the luck that you can get, kid.”
“For years upon years, I have fought. I fought to be the best in the world, for what I believed in, for everything that I have right now. I have the scars and arrest record to prove it. I've been in jail ten long years for single handedly beating two men within an inch of their lives. One of them just looked at me wrong, I don't take all too well to staring, so I taught that mother f*cker a lesson. A broken jaw, a broken nose, a broken arm, the list goes on and on. Now, for his friend, he jumped in... that was a terrible move on his part. A broken skull and an absolutely crippled ankle were his most serious injuries. Spending all those years locked up behind bars has taught me a lot. A lot about myself and a lot about life. So let me share some knowledge with you, life fucking sucks. Fighting the good fight will get you nowhere, nowhere but imprisoned with the legal system being as twisted as it is. So now, here I am, selling my services for the highest bidder. I will do anything for that money, anything but one simple thing. I will not belittle myself. I won't lay down for someone, or hurt my own honor in any single way. That's the only line that I will never cross. I will take out any many on this pathetic Velocity roster. Any single man.”
Panzer grins sadistically thinking about what he can do to any man on the roster. He knows that on any given night, he can completely dominate his opponent in a way that will make that man never want to wrestle again. It sounds cocky, but he firmly believes it. He looks up at the camera one last time to perform another verbal assault on all that oppose him.
“This week, I face a man who can't even figure out replacing the letters c and k with an x was the out thing before 2006. This man isn't the type of man who thinks. I know I'm not exactly one to talk, but this guy is the definition of meat head. I'm buff, I'm tough, but no one can say I don't use the brain in my skull. After tomorrow night, Jax won't even have the option to think. I'm going to cripple him, I'm going to make him a vegetable. I will leave him a beaten and battered half shell of a man. Good luck leaving that match without injury, Jax, you need all the luck that you can get, kid.”