Post by havok360 on Oct 27, 2005 13:00:14 GMT -5
The camera comes into focus looking over a very old gym locker room. There is an emblem on the wall that is a Black Panther. The Black Panther is in a black and red circle and looks like the panther’s paw is coming through the wall. While looking at the emblem we see a couple of shadows reflect off the wall. We can hear talking coming from down the corridor. We turn and look down the hall and see Havok and Alora Hart standing at the end of the hall clinching hand and hand. They come toward us and we keep our eyes on them. Havok brings Alora over to the emblem painted on the wall and throws his arms in the air as he is showing her something spectacular. Havok begins to speak.
Havok: Do you see what I was talking about? Completely awesome artistic skills and very nice color. I look at this painting on the wall and I think about life. When the Panthers step foot onto the football field or basketball court they are recognized by the colors they are wearing. The selected few get recognized by their skills but not very many. When the team steps onto the field or court they are known as a unit. They are known as one. They are known as the Anderson Panthers.
Havok clinches Alora’s hand once again and walks over to the bench. Behind them are lockers for the player’s gear. Havok brushes the hair back that is covering Alora’s eyes. He looks up at the camera for a quick glimpse. He then looks back into the eyes of Alora Hart.
Havok: I am telling you this for a reason. Everything you do, you become recognized by a color. If you win a track race of some sort you are known as number one by a blue ribbon. If you become second place in the race you are known from your red ribbon. Everything about a sport or anything in the world for that matter is color coordinated. The black and red that the Anderson Panthers wear are a symbol of their personality on the field or court. The black represents evil. The Panthers can become vicious on the field just to win the game for the team. The red on the uniform is recognized for blood. The bloodshed that will be lost in every game just to pull out the victory. A team like that is a family. A family I was once apart of. Then a lot of our players backed out and didn’t want to play anymore so they backed out and our record sunk. To me the only color those players wore proudly was the color yellow. Like the streak down their backs.
Havok then let’s go of Alora’s hand. He stands up and walks over to the wall with the emblem. He rubs his hand along the Panther’s head. He then leans his forearm up against the wall and lays his head on his arm. He nods his head to the left and to the right. He lifts his head up and smacks the wall. He turns toward us and begins to speak.
Havok: The Black Panther’s back in my day are just like my opponents at Halloween Horrors. I am in a triple threat match to end a feud once and for all. I am up against my two rivals here in Valor. I am ready to end it and walking out the winner and move on with my life. The feud began with a simple shove into a locker like the ones behind Alora. Juba just couldn’t keep his hands off of me long enough to realize I can seriously hurt him. He was the Cobra of the wild; he struck first and waited for his pray to retaliate. This is exactly what I did. I went straight to the man himself, Mr. Lynch. I requested a match against Juba and my request was granted. Juba and I squared off one on one with me becoming the winner. He had been beaten and I was ready to let bygones be bygones. That wasn’t what was running through the mind of Juba though.
Havok pulls out a lighter out of his pocket. He walks over to the wall once again with the emblem and leans up against it. He pulls out the Zippo and flicks the lid open and closed numerous times. He then begins to speak.
Havok: When you mess with fire you are going to get burned. When you ignite a match the consequences could be deadly. When you mess with the ignition on the lighter, eventually it is going to cause the sparks to flame. That is exactly what Juba did. He interfered in a couple of my matches to get me roused up. What do you know? It worked; he did what he was bargaining for. He pissed me off. When I got struck by the chair from behind and my good friend Alora came to my aid I thanked her numerous times. I had a inner laugh inside of me when I watched you crash to the mat right beside me, when Alora kicked you straight in the go nads. I couldn’t laugh on the outside because I hurt to bad from the vicious attack you did to me Juba but I was laughing on the inside, pain free. When you mess with fire for so long eventually you are going to get burned. October 30th you ignited the match in me and you are waiting for the after effects of the flame and you wait in fear.
Havok clicks the Zippo down and places the lighter back into his pocket. He walks over and sits down next to Alora. He wraps his arm around her and kisses her on the cheek. She places her head on Havok’s shoulder. Havok begins to talk.
Havok: Now onto my next opponent. I am up against Johnny Arsenic. I man that has so much jealousy built up inside him that he had to take it out on someone. I just happened to be the lucky one to get the punishment. The man decided to interfere in my matches as well as Juba. They both gave me a beating of a lifetime. I believe the jealousy inside them made them realize they stand no chance in Valor as true competitors. They wanted to take out the new rising star…Havok! Night after night these two yellow striped jackasses decided to sneak up on me after my matches and try to jump me. Sometimes they succeeded and most of the time they failed. I wear the color brown. My ragged old shirt with the holes in it. It justifies me as me. It makes me stand out in my mind because of the color. The color brown signifies fearless. It shows the world I am who I am and no one is going to change that. Except me for me in this family or don’t. a lot of people in Valor have adapted to me and many have not such as Arsenic and Juba. Come October 30th they might not like the outcome when I come out victorious. They might not like me period, but one thing they will have to do is respect me.
Havok stands up has Alora under his arm. They walk to the end of the hallway once again. The shadows are seen on the wall where the emblem is placed. They share a kiss at the end of the hallway before disappearing out of the locker room. We fade to commercial glaring at the Black Panther emblem painted on the wall.
Havok: Do you see what I was talking about? Completely awesome artistic skills and very nice color. I look at this painting on the wall and I think about life. When the Panthers step foot onto the football field or basketball court they are recognized by the colors they are wearing. The selected few get recognized by their skills but not very many. When the team steps onto the field or court they are known as a unit. They are known as one. They are known as the Anderson Panthers.
Havok clinches Alora’s hand once again and walks over to the bench. Behind them are lockers for the player’s gear. Havok brushes the hair back that is covering Alora’s eyes. He looks up at the camera for a quick glimpse. He then looks back into the eyes of Alora Hart.
Havok: I am telling you this for a reason. Everything you do, you become recognized by a color. If you win a track race of some sort you are known as number one by a blue ribbon. If you become second place in the race you are known from your red ribbon. Everything about a sport or anything in the world for that matter is color coordinated. The black and red that the Anderson Panthers wear are a symbol of their personality on the field or court. The black represents evil. The Panthers can become vicious on the field just to win the game for the team. The red on the uniform is recognized for blood. The bloodshed that will be lost in every game just to pull out the victory. A team like that is a family. A family I was once apart of. Then a lot of our players backed out and didn’t want to play anymore so they backed out and our record sunk. To me the only color those players wore proudly was the color yellow. Like the streak down their backs.
Havok then let’s go of Alora’s hand. He stands up and walks over to the wall with the emblem. He rubs his hand along the Panther’s head. He then leans his forearm up against the wall and lays his head on his arm. He nods his head to the left and to the right. He lifts his head up and smacks the wall. He turns toward us and begins to speak.
Havok: The Black Panther’s back in my day are just like my opponents at Halloween Horrors. I am in a triple threat match to end a feud once and for all. I am up against my two rivals here in Valor. I am ready to end it and walking out the winner and move on with my life. The feud began with a simple shove into a locker like the ones behind Alora. Juba just couldn’t keep his hands off of me long enough to realize I can seriously hurt him. He was the Cobra of the wild; he struck first and waited for his pray to retaliate. This is exactly what I did. I went straight to the man himself, Mr. Lynch. I requested a match against Juba and my request was granted. Juba and I squared off one on one with me becoming the winner. He had been beaten and I was ready to let bygones be bygones. That wasn’t what was running through the mind of Juba though.
Havok pulls out a lighter out of his pocket. He walks over to the wall once again with the emblem and leans up against it. He pulls out the Zippo and flicks the lid open and closed numerous times. He then begins to speak.
Havok: When you mess with fire you are going to get burned. When you ignite a match the consequences could be deadly. When you mess with the ignition on the lighter, eventually it is going to cause the sparks to flame. That is exactly what Juba did. He interfered in a couple of my matches to get me roused up. What do you know? It worked; he did what he was bargaining for. He pissed me off. When I got struck by the chair from behind and my good friend Alora came to my aid I thanked her numerous times. I had a inner laugh inside of me when I watched you crash to the mat right beside me, when Alora kicked you straight in the go nads. I couldn’t laugh on the outside because I hurt to bad from the vicious attack you did to me Juba but I was laughing on the inside, pain free. When you mess with fire for so long eventually you are going to get burned. October 30th you ignited the match in me and you are waiting for the after effects of the flame and you wait in fear.
Havok clicks the Zippo down and places the lighter back into his pocket. He walks over and sits down next to Alora. He wraps his arm around her and kisses her on the cheek. She places her head on Havok’s shoulder. Havok begins to talk.
Havok: Now onto my next opponent. I am up against Johnny Arsenic. I man that has so much jealousy built up inside him that he had to take it out on someone. I just happened to be the lucky one to get the punishment. The man decided to interfere in my matches as well as Juba. They both gave me a beating of a lifetime. I believe the jealousy inside them made them realize they stand no chance in Valor as true competitors. They wanted to take out the new rising star…Havok! Night after night these two yellow striped jackasses decided to sneak up on me after my matches and try to jump me. Sometimes they succeeded and most of the time they failed. I wear the color brown. My ragged old shirt with the holes in it. It justifies me as me. It makes me stand out in my mind because of the color. The color brown signifies fearless. It shows the world I am who I am and no one is going to change that. Except me for me in this family or don’t. a lot of people in Valor have adapted to me and many have not such as Arsenic and Juba. Come October 30th they might not like the outcome when I come out victorious. They might not like me period, but one thing they will have to do is respect me.
Havok stands up has Alora under his arm. They walk to the end of the hallway once again. The shadows are seen on the wall where the emblem is placed. They share a kiss at the end of the hallway before disappearing out of the locker room. We fade to commercial glaring at the Black Panther emblem painted on the wall.
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