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| Liam | Aug 13 2007, 04:13 PM Post #1 |
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The deep breathing of a man out of breath fills our ears. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. We can barely see anything; the camera seems focused on darkness. Near to, but not on, the exhausted man. There is movement, a reflection from something causes a flash of light on what we can now see is the floor. A hand is placed in shot. It’s reddened and the veins are bulging out, as if trying to escape the body in which they are trapped. We are, slowly, allowed to see the owner of the hand. Leaning against an exercise bike, and looking upwards is Liam Mortell. He’s wearing exercise shorts and a white tank top, which helps us put ‘two and two together’ and work out that Liam is tired from a particularly strenuous exercise session. Sweat slowly drips from Liam’s forehead, landing on the floor with a dulled splat. Inhale. Exhale. Liam: “Why are people so eager to tell me to give it all up? Am I really too old to be wrestling seriously? Too old to be considered proper competition for anyone?” He sighs, deeply, closing his eyes and rolling his head forward. Opening his eyes to looks towards the camera. In his eye, a tear begins to well up. Liam: “I don’t think so. I managed to win the Fighting Spirit championship. That’s not something anyone can do. One of the most hotly contested belts in this company.” A little smile creeps into the corner of Liam’s mouth, but it soon disappears. Liam: “Then I let my weakness affect me. I let that pathetic excuse for a person, Ethan Adams, take it from me. I’ve might as well have a giant red X on my shoulder. It’s so easy for someone to lock on an armlock, and you may as well ring the bell.” Inhale. The tear rolls down his cheek. Exhale. Liam: “Maybe Arthur was right.” He whispers. Suddenly he gets up to his feet. He looks around at the room, it is filled with other gym equipment. He paces around, his breathing getting faster and louder. Anger is swelling up within him. Placing his hands down on a workout bench, he looks deep into the camera. Unexpectedly he stops leaning on the bench, and with a piercing scream, flips the bench over. It crashes to the floor with a bang, and bounces upon impact a little before settling. Liam: “Sorry…sorry. I just haven’t had the best of weeks. Things have been getting to me, you know? It’s hard.” Closing his eyes, he takes a calming breath and a neutral expression returns to his face. Liam: “This week I’ve got quite an exciting match up, with a lot new and up and coming wrestlers in the business. It’ll be quite nice to wrestle alongside one of my friends here in FIW, El Lumberjacko. I’ll say this to you now though, my friend, that I realise that it is everyone out for himself and I won’t hold a grudge – even if you do pin me.” He chuckles in the way that people do when they’ve just been angry or sad, with a quick ‘heh’ and a smile. Liam: “Then we’ve got Momoko, a member of the Tanaka Zaibatsu, that Ash and LJ have been having many encounters with. I shall look forward to helping my partner take out a little frustration on this pink-haired psycho. Roxie Galanoochie is rather a weird one. An attractive woman that seems a little...ditzy. However, she’s an unknown commodity and could potentially surprise me.” Liam stops to think for moment. Liam: “Of course perhaps the most physically threatening is Robert Black. The man is a good 8 inches taller than myself and a foot and a half taller than Momoko. But unlike some giants who seem intent on crushing anyone that tried to please the fans this gentleman is quite the opposite. He’s also quite likely to deal with my final opponent, Priest. Priest seems like a talented wrestler and is closing on myself in terms of age. He’s also Irish, a country in which I myself have roots. It is, however the man’s devotion to religion. Something which I myself cannot understand, I mean blessing the ring seems very odd to me.” The smile on Liam’s face disappears. Liam: “I’ve…got to go.” Liam disappears out of shot, bringing this situation to a surprising end. |
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