Promo: The Block

[Rawknight 0]

A dark and dismal room fills the camera shot. The camera's wide angle shot guides the viewer's arc of vision around the room, revealing exposed pipework and concrete walls. Shafts of light float through the porthole sized windows touching ceiling level. This grim and dark basement is kitted out with the most basic of training facilities, wooden blocks a couple of punchbags and a tackle bag like you would find at an american football or rugby training ground. The camera is static, set up on a tripod giving the viewer a fixed picture of the scene. A figure until now cut in shadow flies dramatically into view with a flying heel kick staggering the punchbag into life.

 

Card (VO): The pursuit of technical perfection is a dream to many. To maintain technical perfection is my reality.

 

A sharp exhalation from Card adding extra force to the kick, the punchbag rocks back and forth for a few seconds as Card takes a long breath out. Card is kitted out in full training gear, a loose fitting shirt soaked to the skin with sweat from the hard routine he has been pushing himself through. His training pants fit more loosely than his wrestling gear. His hair isn't tied back, and with each movement flaps about and forms matted rats tails with sweat. He douses himself with water from a bottle and drinks the remainder letting the water flow down his chin and further soak his shirt.

 

Card (VO): I am no idol. I am no superhero. I never wanted to be adored.

 

Card throws the bottle into the air and flips back into a handstand, springing off the concrete floor and doing an almost vertical version of a dropkick sending the bottle fyling up far into the air. He rights himself with a handspring, and times his next kick to strike the bottle again as its gentle arc through the air meets the flightplan of his foot.

 

Card (VO): Victory is everything. Success is everything. Perfection is natural.

 

Card grimaces as his foot connects sending the bottle dissapearing off into the dark distance of the room. He lets out a long slow sigh and cuts a deliberatlely dynamic pose into the camera. He glares, staring a hole through the recording device before composing himself, drawing his arms slowly into his body and taking a long deep inhalation. He takes a quick stare at the punchbag which is still rocking slowly from his last brutal kick. Channeling all his energy and focus into one burst of energy he flies towards it with a scissored snap kick and sends the bag reeling backwards again. On its return to him he draws himself onto one leg and sanps off three quick roundhouse kicks to the low, middle and high sections of the bag. the bag spins off lessening it's arc. As it flies back rapidly towards Card he stops it dead with a fearsome shoulder block.

 

Card (VO): I break the rules if they need breaking. I break spirits because they need breaking.

 

Card's breath shortens breifly, and he walks over to a wall and takes more long sips from a second bottle of water. He drains the remainder of the bottle over his already drenched head and holding the bottle in one hand he flicks his brow clean of water sending a shower across the room. he throws the bottle up into the air and traps it, soccer style on his chest, rolling it down his body and right leg, balancing on his left and cocking back his right foot to keep the bottle under control. He flicks it up into the air again, spins round on his balancing foot and roundhouse kicks the second bottle into the distance where it rebounds off the wall with a resounding crack.

 

Card (VO): Do I care if you think less of me for what I am or what I do inside the confines of a wrestling ring?

 

Card flashes another evil glare into the camera, and crosses his chest making the sign for the Heartbreaker. He shifts his weight onto his right foot, and does the martial arts display of side kicks, going round a full 360 circle in 12 steps, lashing out at each twist with a side kick of such force that it could knock the chest open of any poor unfortunate that would dare step into his way. He finshes this display by swinging up his balancing leg and delivering an evil looking axe kick into mid air. Landing flat down he springs out of his position with a backward roll and springs to his feet forcing his hands out to either side in simulatneous shotays to invisible opponents.

 

Card (VO): I am the opponent who you fear the most.

 

Card motions a gunshot at the wall of wooden targets laid out to test his array of kicks further. He controls his breathing again, regulating his slightly shortened breath and takes slow measured steps towards the wall. His first kick - a high vertical axe kick breaks the plank it was aimed at, and his foot returns in an effortless arc to it's original position, as if the wood wasn't even there. He lines up a row at about neck height of thin planks, and balacing again on his left foot he takes small sideways steps, blasting out side kicks each of which splinters an individual target.

 

Card (VO): I am control incarnate. I am beyond rage or malice.

 

Card twists his body into position to deliver two axe kicks to planks laid out in the same position as bent over opponents. he hits the first, breaking it clean, and without changing the position of his standing leg, or placing the kicking foot back on the floor, he arcs his leg back the other way destroying the other plank with the ease of a trained master. Stacking three planks together at chest height he cuts the heartbreaker's high sign for the camera. Taking a long and very deep breath and holding it for three to four seconds he unleashes his deadly variation on the superkick, smashing through the whole series of planks, sending a shower of broken wood and splinters to either side of him. No splinters touch himself though, as the force was so accurately directed that the blow created a curve of effect away from him.

 

Card (VO): I have no need for fan attention. I have no desire to follow rules.

 

Card turns his attenion to the tackle bag. He sizes the distance to the bag up, and taking a short run up from his position he spears the bag down, and in an instinctive motion he flicks his body effortlessly over the bag briding it for a pin. He snaps to his feet and rights the tackle bag again. Cutting another martial arts pose and composing himself again he grabs the bag and flips it onto his shoulders, then drives it down to the mat in the same motion, then wheeling himself round and dropping a leg across it. He rights the bag again and faces off against it. Then in the blinking of an eye he dives at it, and at ground level flicks it up with a monkey flip, but instead of flicking it backwards he throws it straight up, brings himself upspide down with a handstand, and as it returns to ground level he springs backwards and reverse thesz presses it into the ground.

 

Card (VO): I can defeat any opponent who faces me. I can destroy the hopes of any fan who dislikes me.

 

Card spins round and faces the camera. he walks into it, and it automatically adjust focus to catch him adjusting his hair back into a ponytail. He wipes another handful of sweat off his forehead and takes off his shirt, flinging it towards his kitbag on the far side of the room. he kisses his fingers and directs them towards the camera flashing a dismissive glance to the viewing audience with an enigmatic sign.

 

Card (VO): Deal with it.

 

Card cuts the Heartbreaker sign again, grins his wicked grin and Heartbreakers the camera clean off it's tripod. The flashing images projected by the camera spinning across the room ends in a shot of the grim concrete roof, as the sound of Cards footsteps dissapearing into the darkness and slamming the door fill the air.

 

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[Guest 5_moves_of_doom]

I'm getting a very "You've Obviously Been In An E-Fed Before" vibe from this... hmm.

[Rawknight 0]

I've been e-fedding on and off for nigh on 4 years, but this is my first match based fed (as opposed to RP based). I've written matches for cards, I've booked cards and I've VPd. I've even run a card myself. This fed however seemed like something genuinely different, so I signed up.

 

Oh and I'm also using my favourite character, much to the virtual chagrin of Va'iga (who did the job in my sample match), Va'a, Big John Quinn, Zachariah Quinn, Craig Blitz, Nailbomb Johnson and Sean Fate.

 

So now you know.