Post by JMav/JGold/RNorth/MKarloff on Jan 1, 2017 19:18:16 GMT -5
Martin Karloff
194
Martin is sitting backstage, he keeps trying on different ceremonial Japanese masks. As he becomes dissatisfied with each of them he tosses them across the room.
“You can't apply yourself in wood shop and not pay attention in English and Math.” Martin says, caressing his New Gen Title that is draped over his shoulder.
“It is humorous to me that you assume anyone is afraid of you and your friends. You broke a womans leg? My, aren't you an impressive three-man team that then lost to two people. This gentleman Silas and his associates relish in their extracurricular achievements... and they're still failing all their core classes. I certainly don't fault you for permanently damaging someone as I see the appeal in demonstrating the fragility of the human form as a show of dominance so I certainly hope you are able to someday reclaim the credibility you've so quickly lost...but the first day of 2017 is not that day for you. I will not waste your time with lewd puns or superheroic garbage... all I offer you Silas is the truth. People claim to appreciate the truth but only if it has been filtered... Well I offer my medicine sans the spoonful of sugar. It is bitter, but necessary for growing boys like us.” Martin says.
“I am also still a student, Silas but that does not mean I don't have things to teach you. I'm a math man. I look at the odds, everything is an equation. It's all numbers to me. Percentages. Compare and contrast. Greater than. Less than. Radical 194 greater than all. More prepared.” Martin says to himself, rambling more than a little bit as if he was briefly in a trance. He shakes his head and forces himself to snap out of it.
“Odd. In any case there is a lesson to be learned here. Will you accept the lesson or will you let it slip pass you? There is something to be gained here in the absence of a simple 'win' Silas. You will learn fear. You will learn how strong it can make you. You will learn this after I have harmed you in an unspeakable manner.” Martin says.
“I will NOT demonstrate the same cowardice and weakness that the previous champion showed. He tarnished this belt and I shall wait for the proper lightning strike to bring my creation life. I will assert dominance as Richard never did and my first proper stop is in the Black Light District..” Martin says. Martin picks up a Japanese demon mask and looks it directly in the eye holes.
“Oni...all sinew and no strategy. Ogres. No no no. Radical 194. Ten strokes. Radical that tends to denote a malevolent supernatural force. Ghost. Nightmare. Demon. Monster.” Martin says, his voice light and monotonous.
“What makes the grass grow? Blood blood blood....” Martin says to himself, in a trance again. The cameraman backs out of the room and ends the recording as Martin starts to rock back and forth with his title belt.
194
Martin is sitting backstage, he keeps trying on different ceremonial Japanese masks. As he becomes dissatisfied with each of them he tosses them across the room.
“You can't apply yourself in wood shop and not pay attention in English and Math.” Martin says, caressing his New Gen Title that is draped over his shoulder.
“It is humorous to me that you assume anyone is afraid of you and your friends. You broke a womans leg? My, aren't you an impressive three-man team that then lost to two people. This gentleman Silas and his associates relish in their extracurricular achievements... and they're still failing all their core classes. I certainly don't fault you for permanently damaging someone as I see the appeal in demonstrating the fragility of the human form as a show of dominance so I certainly hope you are able to someday reclaim the credibility you've so quickly lost...but the first day of 2017 is not that day for you. I will not waste your time with lewd puns or superheroic garbage... all I offer you Silas is the truth. People claim to appreciate the truth but only if it has been filtered... Well I offer my medicine sans the spoonful of sugar. It is bitter, but necessary for growing boys like us.” Martin says.
“I am also still a student, Silas but that does not mean I don't have things to teach you. I'm a math man. I look at the odds, everything is an equation. It's all numbers to me. Percentages. Compare and contrast. Greater than. Less than. Radical 194 greater than all. More prepared.” Martin says to himself, rambling more than a little bit as if he was briefly in a trance. He shakes his head and forces himself to snap out of it.
“Odd. In any case there is a lesson to be learned here. Will you accept the lesson or will you let it slip pass you? There is something to be gained here in the absence of a simple 'win' Silas. You will learn fear. You will learn how strong it can make you. You will learn this after I have harmed you in an unspeakable manner.” Martin says.
“I will NOT demonstrate the same cowardice and weakness that the previous champion showed. He tarnished this belt and I shall wait for the proper lightning strike to bring my creation life. I will assert dominance as Richard never did and my first proper stop is in the Black Light District..” Martin says. Martin picks up a Japanese demon mask and looks it directly in the eye holes.
“Oni...all sinew and no strategy. Ogres. No no no. Radical 194. Ten strokes. Radical that tends to denote a malevolent supernatural force. Ghost. Nightmare. Demon. Monster.” Martin says, his voice light and monotonous.
“What makes the grass grow? Blood blood blood....” Martin says to himself, in a trance again. The cameraman backs out of the room and ends the recording as Martin starts to rock back and forth with his title belt.
