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???: I just don't think he's got what it takes to win this match Jerry. He's stepping in that ring against Brian Toogood, who just beat him at Blackout, and add to that, Mister Darius Wright. Who by the way successfully defended his championship against Regan Cole at Blackout and has been dominant since he's won the title.
Opening from the black screen as the voice speaks, along with some light background music playing behind it. The sights of a city are shown as the camera goes through the night streets. The buildings and shops pressed closely together. As it pans through the nighttime city, large white text appears on the screen…
BOSTON, MA
Jerry: Cmon Jeff, let me remind you that Stacey Keyes is the one that stopped the ref from seeing Brian Toobad tapping out in the middle of the ring. Without her you'd be singing the praises of Patriot right now instead of that narcissistic roach.
Jeff: Yeah right. He's not gonna last in there against Wright and Toogood. He's undersized Jerry. Simply put, he won't make it to the top of LDW. It's just too steep a mountain to climb.
SLAM!
The voices and music stop as the shot cuts away to show the interior of a dimly lit gym.
SLAM!
The building is clean and professional with white walls being split by a black stripe. The concrete floor covered by black mats spreading over it. Black weight racks and benches, along with an array of different workout equipment stand in their respective spots.
SLAM!
Continuing to move left shows two wrestling rings side by side in front of some large mirrors. Three flags hang over the glass. One bearing the red, white, and blue of America. The other the same colors, yet arranged in a diamond with the words "Arkansas" in the middle. The final one bearing the mark of Bostonia. Finally however we catch who has been making all that noise … a figure slamming a large weight bag onto the black canvas of the left ring. Each slam with it makes the white and black apron shake. When it settles, the name of the establishment can be seen…
Black Ice Gym
Moving the shot onto the canvas, we see the man slam a large weight bag again with a vicious double leg takedown. He kneels as sweat drips onto it. The man is only wearing a pair of MMA like trunks, customized to match the colors of the American flag. The word Patriot written on it in a fancy font. Red wrist wraps strapped to him. He takes a couple of breaths before lifting the bag up to a standing level. The drenched grappler moves it to the corner and begins to kick it with clean movements. As he does so the sound of a door closing echoes through the quiet gym. What the viewers see I'd a face every wrestling fan might be familiar with … a bearded one belonging to Alex Grayson. Currently wearing an Army Football cut off, black Nike shoes, and shorts to match them. The former Archangel of Hardcore pulls some keys out of his pocket, giving a sharp whistle as he shakes them around to grab Patriot's attention.
Alex: Lock up when you're done?
A slight southern accent pours through his words. Patriot wipes his head and nods.
Patriot: Yeah. No problem!
Grayson winks and clicks his tongue before tossing the keys perfectly on the apron. He then grabs his duffle and turns around, taking a few steps before stopping.
Alex: Don't listen to the critics. Despite all their claims to knowing everything, they don't know shit about what you're capable of. So ... just go out there and do your brand of wrestling. Show 'em that you belong on top of the mountain.
Patriot nods and smiles while looking down.
Alex: But if you just wanna call it quits ... you're always welcome to work for me here.
The two laugh lightly as Patriot looks at Alex once again, who is now facing his direction.
Patriot: And retire at thirty one like you did?
Alex raises his free hand in defense.
Alex: Hey, I have no regrets. Not to mention I don't have to take any more chair shots, which is a plus. Just don't burn the place down alright?
Patriot: Alright. You got it … and ... thanks.
Grayson turns and makes a peace sign with his hand as he walks. Eventually leaving the building to Patriot for the night. As the LDW superstar begins to go back to work, the sound of a loud engine can be heard in the background. Fading out overtime as music comes in…
(00:15 - 1:21)
Patriot goes back to work, tossing the human sized bag with different grapples and moves in sync with the beat of the music. Each impact getting louder as he performs them. Some go in slow motion to show off the form of the move, other simply come in as the bag hits the canvas. It finally peaks with a huge slow motion german that busts the bag open, spilling beads throughout the canvas and onto the mats below (00:52). Exhausted, Patriot lays there yelling at the ceiling. Writhing somewhat in pain from exerting himself past his limit. He then manages to stop yelling into the music, instead choosing to lay there motionless with his eyes closed. The camera zooms in closer to his face until his eyes burst open and he rolls out of frame. Eventually he is found sitting on the apron, his phone in his hand. The image of his social media clear on screen…
@AlexandraMariePP See you on #LDWPrimeTime , manager ?
Patriot allows the camera to look over it for a few seconds before getting up and putting it in his waistband. He grabs his Red Sox duffle from the ground and begins to walk towards the door. The shot pans out to show that he has cleaned up the mess from the bag and fades to end the vignette.
MENTIONS:
@Beavie @King Of Armageddon @Dark Maniax
Opening from the black screen as the voice speaks, along with some light background music playing behind it. The sights of a city are shown as the camera goes through the night streets. The buildings and shops pressed closely together. As it pans through the nighttime city, large white text appears on the screen…
BOSTON, MA
Jerry: Cmon Jeff, let me remind you that Stacey Keyes is the one that stopped the ref from seeing Brian Toobad tapping out in the middle of the ring. Without her you'd be singing the praises of Patriot right now instead of that narcissistic roach.
Jeff: Yeah right. He's not gonna last in there against Wright and Toogood. He's undersized Jerry. Simply put, he won't make it to the top of LDW. It's just too steep a mountain to climb.
SLAM!
The voices and music stop as the shot cuts away to show the interior of a dimly lit gym.
SLAM!
The building is clean and professional with white walls being split by a black stripe. The concrete floor covered by black mats spreading over it. Black weight racks and benches, along with an array of different workout equipment stand in their respective spots.
SLAM!
Continuing to move left shows two wrestling rings side by side in front of some large mirrors. Three flags hang over the glass. One bearing the red, white, and blue of America. The other the same colors, yet arranged in a diamond with the words "Arkansas" in the middle. The final one bearing the mark of Bostonia. Finally however we catch who has been making all that noise … a figure slamming a large weight bag onto the black canvas of the left ring. Each slam with it makes the white and black apron shake. When it settles, the name of the establishment can be seen…
Black Ice Gym
Moving the shot onto the canvas, we see the man slam a large weight bag again with a vicious double leg takedown. He kneels as sweat drips onto it. The man is only wearing a pair of MMA like trunks, customized to match the colors of the American flag. The word Patriot written on it in a fancy font. Red wrist wraps strapped to him. He takes a couple of breaths before lifting the bag up to a standing level. The drenched grappler moves it to the corner and begins to kick it with clean movements. As he does so the sound of a door closing echoes through the quiet gym. What the viewers see I'd a face every wrestling fan might be familiar with … a bearded one belonging to Alex Grayson. Currently wearing an Army Football cut off, black Nike shoes, and shorts to match them. The former Archangel of Hardcore pulls some keys out of his pocket, giving a sharp whistle as he shakes them around to grab Patriot's attention.
Alex: Lock up when you're done?
A slight southern accent pours through his words. Patriot wipes his head and nods.
Patriot: Yeah. No problem!
Grayson winks and clicks his tongue before tossing the keys perfectly on the apron. He then grabs his duffle and turns around, taking a few steps before stopping.
Alex: Don't listen to the critics. Despite all their claims to knowing everything, they don't know shit about what you're capable of. So ... just go out there and do your brand of wrestling. Show 'em that you belong on top of the mountain.
Patriot nods and smiles while looking down.
Alex: But if you just wanna call it quits ... you're always welcome to work for me here.
The two laugh lightly as Patriot looks at Alex once again, who is now facing his direction.
Patriot: And retire at thirty one like you did?
Alex raises his free hand in defense.
Alex: Hey, I have no regrets. Not to mention I don't have to take any more chair shots, which is a plus. Just don't burn the place down alright?
Patriot: Alright. You got it … and ... thanks.
Grayson turns and makes a peace sign with his hand as he walks. Eventually leaving the building to Patriot for the night. As the LDW superstar begins to go back to work, the sound of a loud engine can be heard in the background. Fading out overtime as music comes in…
(00:15 - 1:21)
Patriot goes back to work, tossing the human sized bag with different grapples and moves in sync with the beat of the music. Each impact getting louder as he performs them. Some go in slow motion to show off the form of the move, other simply come in as the bag hits the canvas. It finally peaks with a huge slow motion german that busts the bag open, spilling beads throughout the canvas and onto the mats below (00:52). Exhausted, Patriot lays there yelling at the ceiling. Writhing somewhat in pain from exerting himself past his limit. He then manages to stop yelling into the music, instead choosing to lay there motionless with his eyes closed. The camera zooms in closer to his face until his eyes burst open and he rolls out of frame. Eventually he is found sitting on the apron, his phone in his hand. The image of his social media clear on screen…
@AlexandraMariePP See you on #LDWPrimeTime , manager ?
Patriot allows the camera to look over it for a few seconds before getting up and putting it in his waistband. He grabs his Red Sox duffle from the ground and begins to walk towards the door. The shot pans out to show that he has cleaned up the mess from the bag and fades to end the vignette.
MENTIONS:
@Beavie @King Of Armageddon @Dark Maniax
