Post by calvin on Jan 28, 2006 12:53:21 GMT -5
Have you ever actually sat down and looked at the competition? Like looked at their history, looked at their future, just look at everything about them. That’s what Luther Castle does every week. He sits down, and literally reads off the card to see who he is facing, and he wastes all his spare time studying their personality, move set, and everything he should avoid while facing them. We find him doing that today, in his home in Detroit, Michigan. You’d think it would be this big fancy house, with all expensive stuff, but in all reality, it really is just a normal size house. Nothing special, just a normal bricked house that is maybe worth 200,000 thousand dollars. Anyways, back to Luther studying. He has a room in the house that is totally one hundred percent there just for the WFWF. Nothing else. He has all the roster info he ever needs. Don’t ask how he got it, but he has it all. He’ll sit at the table in the middle of the room, and just read page after page of his opponent’s weaknesses, strengths and anything else he needs to know. Today Luther is looking into his opponents on his debut match on Sunday Night Slam.
Luther Castle: Welcome to what I call the study hall of my home. This is where I spend most of my days, usually when I don’t work out I am in here studying my opponents. This week, I am in my debut match for Valor. I have three other people who I face that are also debuting. But you see, out of these four people in this match, I am going to be the only one who actually has a successful career, and I am going to tell you why.
Luther pats off the dust on his shoulders. Although no dust is there, he makes it look professional. He looks over his shoulder that it’s patting, and watches at the “dust” flies off. Once Luther is finished his shoulder patting, he leans slowly back in his chair. He lets out a huge sigh of relief and stretches his arms behind his head.
Luther Castle: I can’t even remember the last time I faced someone who thought they were a vampire but apparently I am going to for the first time. Alex, this guy from apparently an unknown place, thinks he’s a vampire. That’s right, a VAMPIRE! Out of all the characters in the world of fantasy, Alex decides to think he’s a vampire. I find this humourous actually. He must think being this really awesome vampire gives him unbeatable powers to suck blood and destroy humans. Alex, wake up, if you want to think you are someone, think you are me. I am more powerful then a Vampire. I will bring terror into your life more then any fantasy you think you are. Alex, you’re life will be short in Valor, because the life of a vampire will be nothing compared of the life of Luther Castle. When you are Luther, everyone fears you. When you are a vampire, everyone except for Luther fears you. Come Sunday Night Slam, I am going to bring my steak and ram it through your so called black heart, and slay you off of the Valor roster before you can even think about sucking my neck.
Luther starts to laugh. I mean, just think about it. The thought of someone sucking a neck is just plain wrong. Who would even think of doing that? Luther for surely doesn’t have plans to start that up. Luther finally calms himself down, and moves on to the next opponent.
Luther Castle: Just when you think the acting ends, you get another impression. This time, not of a superhuman, but of a snake. That’s right; we have someone who thinks they are a cobra. His name is Methodcobra. How original, eh? I wonder if this guy tries to eat things whole as well. I know come Sunday Night Slam, he won’t be eating me at all. Once again, if you want to act like someone, or something, act like something that actually brings shivers to people’s spines. Don’t act like a cobra, act like me, Luther Castle. Cobras might be all poisonous and all, but Luther Castle has wrestled cobras before, and he knows how to take them down. Once you grab them just behind the neck, they can’t strike, and I am planning to do the same to you Methodcobra. Man, this match is starting to turn out to be Luther Castle versus the freak show. This can only get better.
Luther starts to laugh again; he is having a good time reading about his opponents today. He gets up for a second, and goes over to the wall, where a cupboard is found. Luther takes a glass out of the cupboard, and walks over beside the cupboards to find a fridge. He opens the fridge, and leans down to grab a jug. He starts to pick up the jug, and pour himself a glass of the liquid in the jug. He takes a long drink, gulping all the liquid at once. We never do find out what it was, all we know is it was clear. One can only guess what it was. Luther walks back to the table, and sits down.
Luther Castle: With all this acting and stuff, my throat got sore. And with my next opponent, things can only just get even better. Now I know what you are thinking, we’ve had a vampire, and a cobra actor. How could it possible get better? Well, this is how. Say hello to, Rockin Lunatic! I mean, could your name be any more foolish? I swear this guy just came from the circus. He’s like maybe five foot nine, and doesn’t even reach the 150 pound mark. Maybe Mr. Cobra will eat him before this match starts; this so called Lunatic is small enough. This guy is going to be taken down before the match even starts. There is no way he will be able to take down a man who is literally twice his size. The way people think they are these days; you can only imagine who will come next. There isn’t really much more you can say about this guy. He thinks that because he is small, he can win by just flying around. Maybe he should try to impersonate an air plane or something. He’d fit right in with the other two.
Luther Castle starts to laugh his ass off. He starts leaning back with laughter, and almost falls off the chair. Yep, he’s that clumsy. Luther regains his balance, and suddenly stops laughing. He slams his hand, open palm down onto the table, with all strength in the slam, and leans foreword.
Luther Castle: I come to Valor, and all you can offer me for a match are three crack heads who think they can win by being a vampire, cobra or a lunatic? This is insulting, you are talking to a man who has in the past taken down many big name stars, and plans to do the same in Valor. Seriously, this is a joke. I never joined to be the man who ends the careers to new comers. I came here to strike fear and horror into everyone in the back. I came here to take over this trash hole. Don’t give me new comers. When you give me new comers, I am forced to destroy their careers before they even get a chance to see how much of a joke they are. If you want this place to have a future, you better stop sending me these hilarious new comers to take down. But since you just made that mistake for my first match, say good bye to the three stooges. They will be out of here before you know it.
Luther Castle gets up, and throws the chair behind him, against the wall. The chair shatters on impact into a million pieces. Luther stares at the broken chair, and makes a huge fist; he is obviously not in a good mood.
Luther Castle: Look what you made me do Valor, I broke my chair. Now I have to buy a new one, and these chairs are not cheap. Oh well, I guess you can’t fix mistakes now. At least it actually is worth facing these three guys. I did get a good laugh out of all three of them. And the time I spend in the ring should just make this comedy hour just that much funnier. But I am not here to be paid to make people laugh. If I wanted to do that, I would have joined MTV. Don’t make this mistake again, because things are only going to get worse for you all if I don’t get what I want here in Valor. Next week, instead of some jokers, please give me someone who is actually worth fighting.
Luther Castle walks out of the room, and as the broken chairs is left all alone, we fade.
Luther Castle: Welcome to what I call the study hall of my home. This is where I spend most of my days, usually when I don’t work out I am in here studying my opponents. This week, I am in my debut match for Valor. I have three other people who I face that are also debuting. But you see, out of these four people in this match, I am going to be the only one who actually has a successful career, and I am going to tell you why.
Luther pats off the dust on his shoulders. Although no dust is there, he makes it look professional. He looks over his shoulder that it’s patting, and watches at the “dust” flies off. Once Luther is finished his shoulder patting, he leans slowly back in his chair. He lets out a huge sigh of relief and stretches his arms behind his head.
Luther Castle: I can’t even remember the last time I faced someone who thought they were a vampire but apparently I am going to for the first time. Alex, this guy from apparently an unknown place, thinks he’s a vampire. That’s right, a VAMPIRE! Out of all the characters in the world of fantasy, Alex decides to think he’s a vampire. I find this humourous actually. He must think being this really awesome vampire gives him unbeatable powers to suck blood and destroy humans. Alex, wake up, if you want to think you are someone, think you are me. I am more powerful then a Vampire. I will bring terror into your life more then any fantasy you think you are. Alex, you’re life will be short in Valor, because the life of a vampire will be nothing compared of the life of Luther Castle. When you are Luther, everyone fears you. When you are a vampire, everyone except for Luther fears you. Come Sunday Night Slam, I am going to bring my steak and ram it through your so called black heart, and slay you off of the Valor roster before you can even think about sucking my neck.
Luther starts to laugh. I mean, just think about it. The thought of someone sucking a neck is just plain wrong. Who would even think of doing that? Luther for surely doesn’t have plans to start that up. Luther finally calms himself down, and moves on to the next opponent.
Luther Castle: Just when you think the acting ends, you get another impression. This time, not of a superhuman, but of a snake. That’s right; we have someone who thinks they are a cobra. His name is Methodcobra. How original, eh? I wonder if this guy tries to eat things whole as well. I know come Sunday Night Slam, he won’t be eating me at all. Once again, if you want to act like someone, or something, act like something that actually brings shivers to people’s spines. Don’t act like a cobra, act like me, Luther Castle. Cobras might be all poisonous and all, but Luther Castle has wrestled cobras before, and he knows how to take them down. Once you grab them just behind the neck, they can’t strike, and I am planning to do the same to you Methodcobra. Man, this match is starting to turn out to be Luther Castle versus the freak show. This can only get better.
Luther starts to laugh again; he is having a good time reading about his opponents today. He gets up for a second, and goes over to the wall, where a cupboard is found. Luther takes a glass out of the cupboard, and walks over beside the cupboards to find a fridge. He opens the fridge, and leans down to grab a jug. He starts to pick up the jug, and pour himself a glass of the liquid in the jug. He takes a long drink, gulping all the liquid at once. We never do find out what it was, all we know is it was clear. One can only guess what it was. Luther walks back to the table, and sits down.
Luther Castle: With all this acting and stuff, my throat got sore. And with my next opponent, things can only just get even better. Now I know what you are thinking, we’ve had a vampire, and a cobra actor. How could it possible get better? Well, this is how. Say hello to, Rockin Lunatic! I mean, could your name be any more foolish? I swear this guy just came from the circus. He’s like maybe five foot nine, and doesn’t even reach the 150 pound mark. Maybe Mr. Cobra will eat him before this match starts; this so called Lunatic is small enough. This guy is going to be taken down before the match even starts. There is no way he will be able to take down a man who is literally twice his size. The way people think they are these days; you can only imagine who will come next. There isn’t really much more you can say about this guy. He thinks that because he is small, he can win by just flying around. Maybe he should try to impersonate an air plane or something. He’d fit right in with the other two.
Luther Castle starts to laugh his ass off. He starts leaning back with laughter, and almost falls off the chair. Yep, he’s that clumsy. Luther regains his balance, and suddenly stops laughing. He slams his hand, open palm down onto the table, with all strength in the slam, and leans foreword.
Luther Castle: I come to Valor, and all you can offer me for a match are three crack heads who think they can win by being a vampire, cobra or a lunatic? This is insulting, you are talking to a man who has in the past taken down many big name stars, and plans to do the same in Valor. Seriously, this is a joke. I never joined to be the man who ends the careers to new comers. I came here to strike fear and horror into everyone in the back. I came here to take over this trash hole. Don’t give me new comers. When you give me new comers, I am forced to destroy their careers before they even get a chance to see how much of a joke they are. If you want this place to have a future, you better stop sending me these hilarious new comers to take down. But since you just made that mistake for my first match, say good bye to the three stooges. They will be out of here before you know it.
Luther Castle gets up, and throws the chair behind him, against the wall. The chair shatters on impact into a million pieces. Luther stares at the broken chair, and makes a huge fist; he is obviously not in a good mood.
Luther Castle: Look what you made me do Valor, I broke my chair. Now I have to buy a new one, and these chairs are not cheap. Oh well, I guess you can’t fix mistakes now. At least it actually is worth facing these three guys. I did get a good laugh out of all three of them. And the time I spend in the ring should just make this comedy hour just that much funnier. But I am not here to be paid to make people laugh. If I wanted to do that, I would have joined MTV. Don’t make this mistake again, because things are only going to get worse for you all if I don’t get what I want here in Valor. Next week, instead of some jokers, please give me someone who is actually worth fighting.
Luther Castle walks out of the room, and as the broken chairs is left all alone, we fade.
