Post by calvin on Jan 24, 2006 21:29:54 GMT -5
It’s really cold. Like just below freezing lever here. You’d think it would be a nice winter day, but that’s not where we are. You can hear the whistles go off, and the sudden scratch. Then the sound of an announcer is heard from above everyone, it says “Penalty to Rob Canton.” Yes, we are in a hockey arena. The kids on the ice seem to be having a really good time. The referee skates to the face off dot, and drops the puck. The centre man from one of the teams picks up the puck, and passes it to his left wing. The left wing quickly shoots it over to the right wing, which easily tips it in to finish off the power play made by the penalty. The right winger celebrates as if he just scored the winning goal of the Olympics. He is so happy. He gets a huge group hug from all his teammates on the ice. They then skate off at the centre ice dot. Then a voice is heard.
Voice: Hockey. This used to be the sport for me. Back when I was a kid I only wanted to be a hockey player. I used to be able to skate around everyone; I used to be able to do anything I wanted. I was unstoppable. The only problem I had, I could not handle the puck at all. I could skate, until I got a hold of the puck. I used to be yelled at by my coach. He’d always yell “get the damn puck to the teammate!” It really would piss me off a lot. Why he yelled at a defenceless little kid like I was I have no idea. But he did, and it never helped at all. All it did was anger me, frustrate me. It just made me lose control in how to do anything. I would always get the chance to score in a game, and I would miss. I would lose control, and smash me stick on the ice, and get a penalty. I just couldn’t deal with the stress of not being a good puck handler.
A player from the other team gets a hold of the puck in his own zone. He starts to carry it, and skates past the fore checker. He works his way into his opponent’s zone, and fires a wrist shot, nailing the top corner. All the fans start to cheer and go wild of the amazing goal. The man however, does not seem pleased. He rubs his chin, as if he’s thinking really hard about the goal.
Man: Is it really too hard to pull off tricks and moves like that all the time. It looks really easy, but it’s really hard. Once I actually was able to get the move completed though. I did everything perfect, and then I was tripped from behind as I shot, and it nailed the far post. I was tripped. Usually on a break away like this, you would get a penalty shot. The man who tripped me never even got a penalty. It really pissed me off, and I totally lost it. I threw off my gloves, and slammed the man to the ice. I was punching him in every way possible. There was not way I would miss these punches. I beat the living hell out of the kid, I even think I broke his nose. It was such a nasty fight; they permanently kicked me out of hockey. I used to moan and cry over the fact I was kicked out, until I realized that I was never good at hockey anyways. I only really would just hit someone off the puck, and let my teammates take care of the rest. I never once played a minute of hockey. The sport really never was hockey for me; it was a sport that is way more violent. That sport is wrestling. Wrestling helped me release stress; it helped me lose all my anger. It helped me feel better. Every time I wrestle, I seem to imagine my opponent as my one true enemy, that one coach I had in hockey. Then I will take all the anger I built up inside me, and release it all on my opponent, thinking he is the coach. This has given me a really bad reputation with people as well, with a thought like this, I never stop my attack until I think my opponent has had enough, and that usually doesn’t stop until I see blood, or pain, anything to make my opponent suffer more then I ever had to with that coach. People are intimidated by what I do. People hate to face me; they hate to have to go through. People; hate to feel the wrath of, me...Luther Castle.
Luther Castle squeezes a plastic cup. It is destroyed in a matter of seconds. Pieces fly everywhere, into people’s hair, apiece is even able to fly by someone’s face, forcing a really small cut to appear. Luther Castle laughs at the cut, and throws the rest of the pieces at people in front of him. The people obviously don’t enjoy having plastic cups thrown at them, really who would? So they turn around, and start to talk to Luther Castle. One is about to speak, until he sees just how big Luther is. The person swallows his words deep inside him, and slowly turns away. This once again makes Luther Castle laugh.
Luther Castle: You see? People are afraid to challenge the wrath of Luther Castle. Luther Castle will stop at nothing until his mission is complete. I, Luther Castle, have decided to come to Valor Wrestling Alliance. But it’s not for the reason to earn myself a shot at a title. It’s not even to beat legends here. I am coming to Valor for one reason and one reason only. And that is to take control of Valor Wrestling Alliance. I have taken control in many places in my life, and it seems that the next place on my list is The Valor Wrestling Alliance. I am going to make every single member of this roster become afraid of the wrath I will bring to Valor. I am going to make sure I take over this place. I have done it before, and don't’ think I won’t do it again. As each show passes, and each opponent I face, my goal to have full control of Valor will be completed. Luther Castle is on his way into Valor, and is going to make every single person here live a life of hell. Be prepared to feel the wrath of Luther Castle!
Luther Castle screams the last sentence at the top of his lungs. Everyone in the arena looks at him. He gives every single person in the arena a glare even Satan himself would call evil, and walks off the grandstands, and out for arena doors. Silence follows as the buzzer to end the game goes off and we face.
Voice: Hockey. This used to be the sport for me. Back when I was a kid I only wanted to be a hockey player. I used to be able to skate around everyone; I used to be able to do anything I wanted. I was unstoppable. The only problem I had, I could not handle the puck at all. I could skate, until I got a hold of the puck. I used to be yelled at by my coach. He’d always yell “get the damn puck to the teammate!” It really would piss me off a lot. Why he yelled at a defenceless little kid like I was I have no idea. But he did, and it never helped at all. All it did was anger me, frustrate me. It just made me lose control in how to do anything. I would always get the chance to score in a game, and I would miss. I would lose control, and smash me stick on the ice, and get a penalty. I just couldn’t deal with the stress of not being a good puck handler.
A player from the other team gets a hold of the puck in his own zone. He starts to carry it, and skates past the fore checker. He works his way into his opponent’s zone, and fires a wrist shot, nailing the top corner. All the fans start to cheer and go wild of the amazing goal. The man however, does not seem pleased. He rubs his chin, as if he’s thinking really hard about the goal.
Man: Is it really too hard to pull off tricks and moves like that all the time. It looks really easy, but it’s really hard. Once I actually was able to get the move completed though. I did everything perfect, and then I was tripped from behind as I shot, and it nailed the far post. I was tripped. Usually on a break away like this, you would get a penalty shot. The man who tripped me never even got a penalty. It really pissed me off, and I totally lost it. I threw off my gloves, and slammed the man to the ice. I was punching him in every way possible. There was not way I would miss these punches. I beat the living hell out of the kid, I even think I broke his nose. It was such a nasty fight; they permanently kicked me out of hockey. I used to moan and cry over the fact I was kicked out, until I realized that I was never good at hockey anyways. I only really would just hit someone off the puck, and let my teammates take care of the rest. I never once played a minute of hockey. The sport really never was hockey for me; it was a sport that is way more violent. That sport is wrestling. Wrestling helped me release stress; it helped me lose all my anger. It helped me feel better. Every time I wrestle, I seem to imagine my opponent as my one true enemy, that one coach I had in hockey. Then I will take all the anger I built up inside me, and release it all on my opponent, thinking he is the coach. This has given me a really bad reputation with people as well, with a thought like this, I never stop my attack until I think my opponent has had enough, and that usually doesn’t stop until I see blood, or pain, anything to make my opponent suffer more then I ever had to with that coach. People are intimidated by what I do. People hate to face me; they hate to have to go through. People; hate to feel the wrath of, me...Luther Castle.
Luther Castle squeezes a plastic cup. It is destroyed in a matter of seconds. Pieces fly everywhere, into people’s hair, apiece is even able to fly by someone’s face, forcing a really small cut to appear. Luther Castle laughs at the cut, and throws the rest of the pieces at people in front of him. The people obviously don’t enjoy having plastic cups thrown at them, really who would? So they turn around, and start to talk to Luther Castle. One is about to speak, until he sees just how big Luther is. The person swallows his words deep inside him, and slowly turns away. This once again makes Luther Castle laugh.
Luther Castle: You see? People are afraid to challenge the wrath of Luther Castle. Luther Castle will stop at nothing until his mission is complete. I, Luther Castle, have decided to come to Valor Wrestling Alliance. But it’s not for the reason to earn myself a shot at a title. It’s not even to beat legends here. I am coming to Valor for one reason and one reason only. And that is to take control of Valor Wrestling Alliance. I have taken control in many places in my life, and it seems that the next place on my list is The Valor Wrestling Alliance. I am going to make every single member of this roster become afraid of the wrath I will bring to Valor. I am going to make sure I take over this place. I have done it before, and don't’ think I won’t do it again. As each show passes, and each opponent I face, my goal to have full control of Valor will be completed. Luther Castle is on his way into Valor, and is going to make every single person here live a life of hell. Be prepared to feel the wrath of Luther Castle!
Luther Castle screams the last sentence at the top of his lungs. Everyone in the arena looks at him. He gives every single person in the arena a glare even Satan himself would call evil, and walks off the grandstands, and out for arena doors. Silence follows as the buzzer to end the game goes off and we face.
