Post by Torak on Mar 13, 2006 20:28:59 GMT -5
As I wasn't here on Thursday I am interested to know what you people think of the promo. Here it is again for those who missed it.
As stated in the OOC note, the ending (last 2 paragraphs) were rushed because I had to write them with my Uncle, Aunt and Father in the same room chatting, sometimes including me in the conversation.
Also, it just occured to me that I forgot to give it a title so props to AK for selecting a suitable one for it.
Ups and Downs
A feeble body weakens the mind – Jean Jacques Rousseau
An intriguing citation by an influential man. Whether you agree with it or not, it remains significant in the minds of many people. Some people are capable of having that effect on others. Everybody has the potential to be influential with their thoughts, words or actions; whether that influence is used for virtue or sin depends solely on the recipient.
It is easy to influence someone if they have an open mind.
A rousing speech by a captain can influence the team to victory. On the other end of the scale, a preacher fuelled by hate can influence chaos, anarchy and violence.
Others may be influenced in different ways. One may admire someone’s acheivements and successes and be influenced to follow in their footsteps with aspirations to be on par with them…or even surpass their accomplishments.
Alternatively, one may witness the downfall and failures of another, discouraging them from continuing with their plight.
We live our lives through our influences and in-turn, influence others through our lives.
An another example of how certain people can be influenced that hits closer to home is ACW’s own “Welsh Dragon” Dan White. Recently awarded with a World title shot, rewarded for his ability with an opportnity of prestige and greatness. However, he floundered this opportunity due to the influence of another. Another profound image that remained in his mind, influencing his behaviour from a brief moment. The key moment.
The face that haunted him for those few moments, inducing a fit of sheer panic and ineluctably led to his defeat.
If one mind can be so easily infiltrated by the influence exuded by one individual, then is any mind on the entire roster of Alpha Championship Wrestling completely secure?
For a brief moment you surmise not, as that very face that inhabited the over-active imagination of Dan White on Monday appears in front of you. The glaring eyes, peering over the brim of the half-mask, stare deeply into your soul, draining your ability to speak, think or even move.
It’s that feeling you get when you thought you heard a movement outside the window late at night. There might have been a shadow cast, but you can’t be sure. The closed curtains do nothing to aid your doubt. You tentatively shuffle over to the window, fearing the worst but truly believing that your imagination is just running wild, as it always does at night…in the dark…alone.
Your hand slowly reaches out toward the curtain and your index finger and thumb meet, pinching a tiny bit of the curtain, not wanting to create a noticable movement in the curtains. You edge closer to the window, the curtains still shielding the view of the scary outside world. You feel the curtain is your last line of defence, your last form of protection from any lurking dangers. You prepare to rip your kevlar vest off in the middle of an empty battlezone knowing that an enemy may possibly on the horizon.
You inhale, the oxygen serves as a double dose of courage and you finally have the nerve to sharply slide the curtain open, almost tugging it off the rail. The view of the outside floods in…
.
.
.
.
.
THERE’S SOMEBODY AT THE WINDOW!
…
His eyes continue to glare. He’s frozen, just as you are, but he has the advantage; he’s not afraid of you. Under the mask it is difficult to tell whether he is frowning or smirking though neither would be a comfort to you.
Finally, he moves, lowering himself toward the floor, but still his eyes remain fixed in front of him. It seems Torak is preparing for his match later tonight by performing squats. It’s amazing how many people forget that Torak is a wrestler.
He stands up straight again with relative ease, but you still feel that he is lifting something other than his own body weight, which is enough in itself for the legs that support it. You can’t see a barbell resting across his shoulders, so that’s out. His arms are also out of view in the current shot so you can’t tell if he’s holding something in his huge hands.
After a few more stoops and raises the glare of Torak forces the camera to retreat cowardly. The objects in either hand become more and more visible as the shot zooms out. The objects are human figures, quite familiar in fact.
It's the pair of (ex-)ACW fans making another unconsented appearance, both tied up at the wrists with rope and draped over the shoulders of the exercising beast. Their cries of help are muffled by straps of tape stretched across their mouths.
Torak stoops down once again and returns to verticality with ease. He performs one final squat before deciding enough is enough and promptly drops his makeshift weights to the floor. They slump down onto the concrete and writhe in pain after being stretched for the benefit of Torak's workout. There's even a possibility that they're suffering from vertigo. Torak stands up straight, barely out of breath. The scene fades out with a familiar scene. Torak standing tall over two crumpled bodies. Scott Andrews will have some work to do tonight to avoid being stretched.
As stated in the OOC note, the ending (last 2 paragraphs) were rushed because I had to write them with my Uncle, Aunt and Father in the same room chatting, sometimes including me in the conversation.
Also, it just occured to me that I forgot to give it a title so props to AK for selecting a suitable one for it.
Ups and Downs
A feeble body weakens the mind – Jean Jacques Rousseau
An intriguing citation by an influential man. Whether you agree with it or not, it remains significant in the minds of many people. Some people are capable of having that effect on others. Everybody has the potential to be influential with their thoughts, words or actions; whether that influence is used for virtue or sin depends solely on the recipient.
It is easy to influence someone if they have an open mind.
A rousing speech by a captain can influence the team to victory. On the other end of the scale, a preacher fuelled by hate can influence chaos, anarchy and violence.
Others may be influenced in different ways. One may admire someone’s acheivements and successes and be influenced to follow in their footsteps with aspirations to be on par with them…or even surpass their accomplishments.
Alternatively, one may witness the downfall and failures of another, discouraging them from continuing with their plight.
We live our lives through our influences and in-turn, influence others through our lives.
An another example of how certain people can be influenced that hits closer to home is ACW’s own “Welsh Dragon” Dan White. Recently awarded with a World title shot, rewarded for his ability with an opportnity of prestige and greatness. However, he floundered this opportunity due to the influence of another. Another profound image that remained in his mind, influencing his behaviour from a brief moment. The key moment.
The face that haunted him for those few moments, inducing a fit of sheer panic and ineluctably led to his defeat.
If one mind can be so easily infiltrated by the influence exuded by one individual, then is any mind on the entire roster of Alpha Championship Wrestling completely secure?
For a brief moment you surmise not, as that very face that inhabited the over-active imagination of Dan White on Monday appears in front of you. The glaring eyes, peering over the brim of the half-mask, stare deeply into your soul, draining your ability to speak, think or even move.
It’s that feeling you get when you thought you heard a movement outside the window late at night. There might have been a shadow cast, but you can’t be sure. The closed curtains do nothing to aid your doubt. You tentatively shuffle over to the window, fearing the worst but truly believing that your imagination is just running wild, as it always does at night…in the dark…alone.
Your hand slowly reaches out toward the curtain and your index finger and thumb meet, pinching a tiny bit of the curtain, not wanting to create a noticable movement in the curtains. You edge closer to the window, the curtains still shielding the view of the scary outside world. You feel the curtain is your last line of defence, your last form of protection from any lurking dangers. You prepare to rip your kevlar vest off in the middle of an empty battlezone knowing that an enemy may possibly on the horizon.
You inhale, the oxygen serves as a double dose of courage and you finally have the nerve to sharply slide the curtain open, almost tugging it off the rail. The view of the outside floods in…
.
.
.
.
.
THERE’S SOMEBODY AT THE WINDOW!
…
His eyes continue to glare. He’s frozen, just as you are, but he has the advantage; he’s not afraid of you. Under the mask it is difficult to tell whether he is frowning or smirking though neither would be a comfort to you.
Finally, he moves, lowering himself toward the floor, but still his eyes remain fixed in front of him. It seems Torak is preparing for his match later tonight by performing squats. It’s amazing how many people forget that Torak is a wrestler.
He stands up straight again with relative ease, but you still feel that he is lifting something other than his own body weight, which is enough in itself for the legs that support it. You can’t see a barbell resting across his shoulders, so that’s out. His arms are also out of view in the current shot so you can’t tell if he’s holding something in his huge hands.
After a few more stoops and raises the glare of Torak forces the camera to retreat cowardly. The objects in either hand become more and more visible as the shot zooms out. The objects are human figures, quite familiar in fact.
It's the pair of (ex-)ACW fans making another unconsented appearance, both tied up at the wrists with rope and draped over the shoulders of the exercising beast. Their cries of help are muffled by straps of tape stretched across their mouths.
Torak stoops down once again and returns to verticality with ease. He performs one final squat before deciding enough is enough and promptly drops his makeshift weights to the floor. They slump down onto the concrete and writhe in pain after being stretched for the benefit of Torak's workout. There's even a possibility that they're suffering from vertigo. Torak stands up straight, barely out of breath. The scene fades out with a familiar scene. Torak standing tall over two crumpled bodies. Scott Andrews will have some work to do tonight to avoid being stretched.
