Post by Legend on Jan 4, 2012 21:08:54 GMT -5
Trees, thousands and thousands of trees were the only thing in sight with the exception of the small shack seemingly in the middle of no where. The ground was frozen and littered with fallen snow as it poured from the sky and blew about from the chilling wind. Like an threatening icy cold dagger the wind rasped at the walls of the shack competing with the fire inside to over come its warmth with its icy cold presence.
Following the foot prints in the snow leading from the shack we find a man, his back is turned, his face unseen. In his frozen hands is a gun, its finger waiting on the trigger as it has been for some time and alas the time came as a young doe trekked through the woods and with the fatal sound of a gunshot she was laid to rest. For many this would be considered a cruel act, for others just a mere sign of sportsmanship but for the man with the gun it was far beyond any of that. The deer was a means for survival, and I suppose in a sportsman like fashion the man was a symbol of the alpha predator in these woods.
The scene fades away and then back to the inside of the shack with a pot on top of a cast iron stove, it's contents assumed to be the deer and off in the distance sat the hunter, his face covered in shadows.
::Man:: "Killing, its in our natural instincts, its a means for survival but in our modern world so few people dare to take part in it for its true intention. Everything and everyone in life is here for a purpose. However finding that purpose is a much harder task than simply growing in to it. Some men are born to be smart thinkers, some are born to be leaders. But there is a rare breed of us meant to be warriors, to forge a destiny in the stars and leave tales about our journey to there. I am one of those men, I've been around for several generations and forged my name as one of wrestling's greats."
The man in the shadow pauses for a second as he lifts his hand to his chin and peers up looking at nothing distinctive.
::Man:: "Titles, yeah I've won 'em. Hall of Fames, sure I shared them. I've been an icon, a keystone foundation block for company's to build upon and in the end they all called me the same thing. I was more than the man I came in as, my achievements were far beyond and of my own personal goals and in the end they called me a Legend. I've retired several times over from great companies only to come back because I've realized my time was far from over. I'd have thought I would be dead and gone by now but just like they keep telling me, Legends never die. So now I come to Real Extreme Wrestling, not to win titles, not to be inducted into another hall of fame but to give the world of wrestling what it needs from generations past and once again turn market for something new. After all in the end, you are what you are, and I am LEGEND!"
And in classic retro fashion the scene Fades To Black.