Post by havok360 on Nov 9, 2005 18:30:48 GMT -5
The camera comes into focus looking over a youth children’s home. We are at a foster home where kids go when they have no place else to go. We can see the nannies preparing the children for bed. On the far corner of the room we see Havok leaning up against a pillar that dangles from the ceiling. He is overlooking the children as they hug their nannies goodnight. They all crawl into bed and Havok spins around and heads down the hall. We follow him with the camera and he walks out into the main lobby. He takes a seat in one of the recliner chairs that the guests sit in. the clamps his two hands together and twiddles his thumbs. He looks up at us and acknowledges our entrance into the lobby. He then begins to speak.
Havok: Do you ever wonder why some of these unfortunate kids get left behind? Well I was dumbfounded by this question. Until I found the answer that was stored away in the back of my mind for so long it just had to be unleashed. Reasons why some of these kids our here without fathers, without mothers, or even both in some occasions is because the parents weren’t ready to be parents. They were too immature to take on the responsibilities to form a family. They weren’t able to take care of a young child in their mind so they took the chicken way out and dumped them off in this here foster home. The others are the ones that truly lost their parents like me. Their parents could be in a mental state of mind not safe for a child,, could be in a critical condition not being able to take care of a child, or like in my occasion, they could be dead.
Havok sits up in the chair and lays his head on his hands. He shakes his head to the left to the right and sits back up slamming his back into the back of the chair. He then leans forward closer to us and begins to talk.
Havok: All we hear about is how things go wrong within a family. There is no escaping the wrath of hatred towards some people. Even within a family there is some hatred somewhere deep down within the inner core. Either someone was beaten on physically, emotionally, stolen from, or even neglected there is hatred among a family. Doesn’t have to be immediate family, it could be aunts, uncles, cousins, nephews, nieces, or even a step brother or step sister. Point of the matter is there is tension in the minds of the family’s heads and eventually they let out what they got to say to this certain someone and get it off their chests. Just like I have to do with Martin Paine this Thursday on Thunder. Only difference is in this argument there is going to be fists flying and legs kicking, because we are going to get into a physical war with one another to get one step closer to dad which is the World Champion Brandon Bailey.
Havok stands up and walks over to the sign in area and he signs out. He walks out the door and we follow him outside to his car. He opens the driver’s side door and gets in and places the key in the ignition. Before turning the engine over he lets go of the keys and looks at us. He then begins to speak to the camera.
Havok: Martin, all I have heard about is how you are the next big rising star in Valor. How you are the lead athlete in line for the Junior Weight Title. All I have heard about is you, Martin and for that I applaud you.
Havok begins to do a slow clap that leads to become a faster clap. Then he finishes up and places his arm on the steering wheel and turns to face us. He then continues to speak to the camera.
Havok: I will give you your props, Martin; you have made a hellacious name for yourself. Using other’s wellbeing to become recognized here is Valor. You are going to take anything from anyone and you stand up for what is right in your mind. Once again I would applaud you for that. You have used people to climb up the ladder of success and having each one like a step on the ladder. Well now you are on the top of the ladder and I am your final step. Either you are going to stomp on me and reach championship gold or you are going to slip and fall and start from the bottom once again. Martin, you have talent but quite frankly I have to admit, I don’t like you. I don’t want to be friends, I don’t want to be acquaintances, and I sure in the hell don’t want you as my brother within this family.
Havok closes the door and turns the key within the ignition. The car starts up and Havok rolls down the window. With the car still in park Havok revs the engine to heat it up and leans on the window sill. He lays his arms Indian style and then lays his chin on his arms. He looks up at the camera and continues to talk.
Havok: Martin, like I said earlier about hatred between family members. That even exists here in Valor. To me you aren’t even a member of this family. Martin, you have talent but not enough to be called a Valor family member. You need to go to wrestling camp or something like all of us have done to realize your spot in professional wrestling. Martin, I don’t want this to become a feud or anything; I just want you to know how I feel about you. We talk like men to one another and lay the law down in front of each other. If you do stay here, I am not going to make your life a living hell or whatever, I am just going to ignore you as you fall lower and lower on the card, while I become the first ever Jr. Heavyweight Champion here in Valor. So after this match Martin we will know who the better man is and this feud will end here because I am not playing games with you. I have two things on my mind at all times and you are not one of them. They are: my lovely manager, Alora Hart and becoming the first ever Jr. Heavyweight Champion!
Havok puts the gear in reverse and slowly backs out of the parking spot. He rolls up his window as he is backing up. In the passenger seat is Alora Hart. Havok places the gear in drive and they drive out of the parking lot. We fade to commercial looking at the sign on the building and realize it is called “St. Mary’s Foster Care Center.”
OOC: okay I know the ending sentence in the role-play didn’t really mean anything when I mentioned the Foster Care Center but I figured it would help, so I didn’t leave it undiscovered. Good Luck Martin, no disrespect meant in any fashion.
Havok: Do you ever wonder why some of these unfortunate kids get left behind? Well I was dumbfounded by this question. Until I found the answer that was stored away in the back of my mind for so long it just had to be unleashed. Reasons why some of these kids our here without fathers, without mothers, or even both in some occasions is because the parents weren’t ready to be parents. They were too immature to take on the responsibilities to form a family. They weren’t able to take care of a young child in their mind so they took the chicken way out and dumped them off in this here foster home. The others are the ones that truly lost their parents like me. Their parents could be in a mental state of mind not safe for a child,, could be in a critical condition not being able to take care of a child, or like in my occasion, they could be dead.
Havok sits up in the chair and lays his head on his hands. He shakes his head to the left to the right and sits back up slamming his back into the back of the chair. He then leans forward closer to us and begins to talk.
Havok: All we hear about is how things go wrong within a family. There is no escaping the wrath of hatred towards some people. Even within a family there is some hatred somewhere deep down within the inner core. Either someone was beaten on physically, emotionally, stolen from, or even neglected there is hatred among a family. Doesn’t have to be immediate family, it could be aunts, uncles, cousins, nephews, nieces, or even a step brother or step sister. Point of the matter is there is tension in the minds of the family’s heads and eventually they let out what they got to say to this certain someone and get it off their chests. Just like I have to do with Martin Paine this Thursday on Thunder. Only difference is in this argument there is going to be fists flying and legs kicking, because we are going to get into a physical war with one another to get one step closer to dad which is the World Champion Brandon Bailey.
Havok stands up and walks over to the sign in area and he signs out. He walks out the door and we follow him outside to his car. He opens the driver’s side door and gets in and places the key in the ignition. Before turning the engine over he lets go of the keys and looks at us. He then begins to speak to the camera.
Havok: Martin, all I have heard about is how you are the next big rising star in Valor. How you are the lead athlete in line for the Junior Weight Title. All I have heard about is you, Martin and for that I applaud you.
Havok begins to do a slow clap that leads to become a faster clap. Then he finishes up and places his arm on the steering wheel and turns to face us. He then continues to speak to the camera.
Havok: I will give you your props, Martin; you have made a hellacious name for yourself. Using other’s wellbeing to become recognized here is Valor. You are going to take anything from anyone and you stand up for what is right in your mind. Once again I would applaud you for that. You have used people to climb up the ladder of success and having each one like a step on the ladder. Well now you are on the top of the ladder and I am your final step. Either you are going to stomp on me and reach championship gold or you are going to slip and fall and start from the bottom once again. Martin, you have talent but quite frankly I have to admit, I don’t like you. I don’t want to be friends, I don’t want to be acquaintances, and I sure in the hell don’t want you as my brother within this family.
Havok closes the door and turns the key within the ignition. The car starts up and Havok rolls down the window. With the car still in park Havok revs the engine to heat it up and leans on the window sill. He lays his arms Indian style and then lays his chin on his arms. He looks up at the camera and continues to talk.
Havok: Martin, like I said earlier about hatred between family members. That even exists here in Valor. To me you aren’t even a member of this family. Martin, you have talent but not enough to be called a Valor family member. You need to go to wrestling camp or something like all of us have done to realize your spot in professional wrestling. Martin, I don’t want this to become a feud or anything; I just want you to know how I feel about you. We talk like men to one another and lay the law down in front of each other. If you do stay here, I am not going to make your life a living hell or whatever, I am just going to ignore you as you fall lower and lower on the card, while I become the first ever Jr. Heavyweight Champion here in Valor. So after this match Martin we will know who the better man is and this feud will end here because I am not playing games with you. I have two things on my mind at all times and you are not one of them. They are: my lovely manager, Alora Hart and becoming the first ever Jr. Heavyweight Champion!
Havok puts the gear in reverse and slowly backs out of the parking spot. He rolls up his window as he is backing up. In the passenger seat is Alora Hart. Havok places the gear in drive and they drive out of the parking lot. We fade to commercial looking at the sign on the building and realize it is called “St. Mary’s Foster Care Center.”
OOC: okay I know the ending sentence in the role-play didn’t really mean anything when I mentioned the Foster Care Center but I figured it would help, so I didn’t leave it undiscovered. Good Luck Martin, no disrespect meant in any fashion.
