Just before Leon's Match against Dominic Harter
Jan 13, 2013 3:42:31 GMT -5
Post by thelion on Jan 13, 2013 3:42:31 GMT -5
OOC Note - This was sent in late and I'm cool with it not being on the show. Hope you all enjoy this little pre-match piece-
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[We begin with a familiar scene to all of us, a professional wrestler seated on a bench, lacing up his boots before the big match. The wrestler in question is Leon Corella, with his shoulder length blond hair tied back in a tight ponytail. His attire consists of black tights adorned with golden regal leaf print designs that vaguely resemble lion heads running along the outer thighs, his boots and elbow pads decorated to match. His chiselled, powerful physique is on display for all. Finishing his task, he looks up and spots the camera. Propping his elbows on his knees, he clasps those taped fists together and looks directly into the lens with those piercing, ice blue eyes.]
Corella: Here we are, just a few minutes away from my big debut match here at Frontier Grappling Art's first show of the new year...
[A smirk crosses his face.]
...No matter how many years I've been doing this, I've always got those little butter flies floating around in my stomach. It's not the opponent I face, the odds I'm up against, or even the scale of the show. It's the thought of that first impression. Oh sure, I officially made myself known to the FGA audience at Final Frontier, but this is where they truly get to know me and what I'm about.
[Sitting up slightly, Leon scratches at the underside of his neck, looking off for a moment only briefly and then back to the camera.]
I know those fans out there haven't quite made their minds up about me just yet. Am I a hero or a villain? It's really hard to say I suppose. I like to think of myself as one of the good guys, but I'm sure if you asked a fan right now what he thought of Leon Corella, I'm fairly certain it wouldn't be pleasent.
[A chuckle escapes his lips.]
I mean what's my first act in FGA? I walked into the ring and verbally assaulted their latest favorite flavor, Ryan Kidd.
[Propping his chin upon an upturned palm, Leon sighs and looks away.]
Next I get into a pissing contest about who's a bigger nightmare with Malcom Drake and Dominic Harter, the second of which is my opponent for this evening. Nevermind that what's said throughout that whole mess has absolutely nothing to do with Pure wrestling.
[Those eyes look back towards the camera.]
I mean Dominic shares with us a dream about himself in twenty or so years...
[Shifting in his seat, he sits up with his head tilted ever so slightly to the right.]
...You know, for him, that's probably about right. He'd be a fat, burned out, arthritic piece of shit with the lifestyle he leads. Oh yeah, right now he's a buff kid, but I'm sure he eats fast food religiously, doesn't take vitamin supplements, only works out when he has to, and I'd say there's a fair chance he has a drinking and drug problem on the side, but that's all speculation at this point.
[A small smile plays across his lips briefly.]
What he invisioned, is what I would be if I only did the bare minimum. Ever since I was a young man, I ate right and exercised. While I don't swear off it completely, my intake of red meat is minimal and you will never, EVER catch me eating at a Mickey D's or a Burger King. Fast Food will destroy you almost as quickly as hardcore Steriod abuse will.
[Leon curls his arms, flexing those bicept muscles in such a manner that he actually makes his pecs dance and twitch freakishly.]
The only reason I am stronger and more powerful now than I was at my "alleged" physical prime, is that I challenge myself constantly. I'm always pushing my boundaries and raising my limits. I have incorporated so many techniques over the years for perfecting my physique to the point where, if I so chose, I probably could enter a body building competition and have pretty damn good odds of going home with an easy trophy.
[Relaxing his muscles, he drapes his foreams across his thighs, hands hanging limp between his outstretched legs.]
I'm proud of this body, for it wasn't built with synthetic hormones or designer drugs. I built this body with hard work, determination, and perserverance. It has taken me years to achieve what others have done in months with steriods, but where their bodies will fail in mere days without constant injections, mine will last well into my seventies as long as I maintain it.
[Leon "dusts" his left bicep off.]
Don't believe me? Ask Jack Lalanne's family sometime. He was in his late 90's when he bought the farm and the man was in superior health and physical condition well into his 70's because he lead a healthy, fit life. Alot of my regimen comes from that man's book and yes... I have the Jack Lalanne Juicer too.
[The briefest of pauses.]
So Dominic, I address this directly at you. Next time you have a dream about being old and broken down, you might want to take that as a foreshadowing of what's coming down the pike for you. Get off the drugs, turn the drinking down a few notches, buy Jack Lalanne's Juicer, and start challenging your limits and perceptions in the gym. Trust me, you'll be alot better off and maybe... just maybe, you'll start realizing what the fuck is wrong with you.
[A man's voice sounds from behind the camera...]
Male Voice: Mr. Corella, Two minutes to ring time.
[...Leon nods his head towards the man off camera.]
Corella: Thanks Jim, I'll be at the Gorilla Position in one.
[He looks back at the camera, that smirk reappearing.]
...That's my cue.
[Rising from his seat with a roll of his head and the soft popping of the joints in his neck, Leon steps past the camera. Cut to ringside.]
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[We begin with a familiar scene to all of us, a professional wrestler seated on a bench, lacing up his boots before the big match. The wrestler in question is Leon Corella, with his shoulder length blond hair tied back in a tight ponytail. His attire consists of black tights adorned with golden regal leaf print designs that vaguely resemble lion heads running along the outer thighs, his boots and elbow pads decorated to match. His chiselled, powerful physique is on display for all. Finishing his task, he looks up and spots the camera. Propping his elbows on his knees, he clasps those taped fists together and looks directly into the lens with those piercing, ice blue eyes.]
Corella: Here we are, just a few minutes away from my big debut match here at Frontier Grappling Art's first show of the new year...
[A smirk crosses his face.]
...No matter how many years I've been doing this, I've always got those little butter flies floating around in my stomach. It's not the opponent I face, the odds I'm up against, or even the scale of the show. It's the thought of that first impression. Oh sure, I officially made myself known to the FGA audience at Final Frontier, but this is where they truly get to know me and what I'm about.
[Sitting up slightly, Leon scratches at the underside of his neck, looking off for a moment only briefly and then back to the camera.]
I know those fans out there haven't quite made their minds up about me just yet. Am I a hero or a villain? It's really hard to say I suppose. I like to think of myself as one of the good guys, but I'm sure if you asked a fan right now what he thought of Leon Corella, I'm fairly certain it wouldn't be pleasent.
[A chuckle escapes his lips.]
I mean what's my first act in FGA? I walked into the ring and verbally assaulted their latest favorite flavor, Ryan Kidd.
[Propping his chin upon an upturned palm, Leon sighs and looks away.]
Next I get into a pissing contest about who's a bigger nightmare with Malcom Drake and Dominic Harter, the second of which is my opponent for this evening. Nevermind that what's said throughout that whole mess has absolutely nothing to do with Pure wrestling.
[Those eyes look back towards the camera.]
I mean Dominic shares with us a dream about himself in twenty or so years...
[Shifting in his seat, he sits up with his head tilted ever so slightly to the right.]
...You know, for him, that's probably about right. He'd be a fat, burned out, arthritic piece of shit with the lifestyle he leads. Oh yeah, right now he's a buff kid, but I'm sure he eats fast food religiously, doesn't take vitamin supplements, only works out when he has to, and I'd say there's a fair chance he has a drinking and drug problem on the side, but that's all speculation at this point.
[A small smile plays across his lips briefly.]
What he invisioned, is what I would be if I only did the bare minimum. Ever since I was a young man, I ate right and exercised. While I don't swear off it completely, my intake of red meat is minimal and you will never, EVER catch me eating at a Mickey D's or a Burger King. Fast Food will destroy you almost as quickly as hardcore Steriod abuse will.
[Leon curls his arms, flexing those bicept muscles in such a manner that he actually makes his pecs dance and twitch freakishly.]
The only reason I am stronger and more powerful now than I was at my "alleged" physical prime, is that I challenge myself constantly. I'm always pushing my boundaries and raising my limits. I have incorporated so many techniques over the years for perfecting my physique to the point where, if I so chose, I probably could enter a body building competition and have pretty damn good odds of going home with an easy trophy.
[Relaxing his muscles, he drapes his foreams across his thighs, hands hanging limp between his outstretched legs.]
I'm proud of this body, for it wasn't built with synthetic hormones or designer drugs. I built this body with hard work, determination, and perserverance. It has taken me years to achieve what others have done in months with steriods, but where their bodies will fail in mere days without constant injections, mine will last well into my seventies as long as I maintain it.
[Leon "dusts" his left bicep off.]
Don't believe me? Ask Jack Lalanne's family sometime. He was in his late 90's when he bought the farm and the man was in superior health and physical condition well into his 70's because he lead a healthy, fit life. Alot of my regimen comes from that man's book and yes... I have the Jack Lalanne Juicer too.
[The briefest of pauses.]
So Dominic, I address this directly at you. Next time you have a dream about being old and broken down, you might want to take that as a foreshadowing of what's coming down the pike for you. Get off the drugs, turn the drinking down a few notches, buy Jack Lalanne's Juicer, and start challenging your limits and perceptions in the gym. Trust me, you'll be alot better off and maybe... just maybe, you'll start realizing what the fuck is wrong with you.
[A man's voice sounds from behind the camera...]
Male Voice: Mr. Corella, Two minutes to ring time.
[...Leon nods his head towards the man off camera.]
Corella: Thanks Jim, I'll be at the Gorilla Position in one.
[He looks back at the camera, that smirk reappearing.]
...That's my cue.
[Rising from his seat with a roll of his head and the soft popping of the joints in his neck, Leon steps past the camera. Cut to ringside.]