Post by Wyatt Warner on Oct 10, 2017 14:43:26 GMT -8
The screen was dark, black as black could get, and across that black came a dynamic typography that illustrated the voice over. Calm, in control, a voice that came from the young man forged in Quebec, a faded-but-strong-accent booming across the plains.
“I’m the Amazing Wyatt Warner and I’m here to take the world by storm, and show them what it means to a purist when it comes to wrestling. I’m moose of a thousand moves, the mayor of Suplex City, the City Planner of Powerbombburgh. I’m the master of crappy dadjokes, bad lines, and corny gimmicks!”
Then, like a flash of white light? BAM! There was Wyatt, sitting at his infamous recording desk with his booted feet up on the desk, and his hands behind his head, a goofy grin on his face! Rockin’ those trademark jeans an’ boots, his Wyatt Warner hoodie, and a shirt with batman’s insignia emblazoned across his chest.
“Sorry, Guys. I suck at doing serious things, telling you how cool I am. I’m the biggest frickin’ dork there is, and in all honesty? That’s okay. You might beat me in the ring but I’ll straight up merk ya in Smash Bros, dig it?! Nah, for serious though, I’m your average young Rook who’s hungry, who wants to make a name for himself.”
Sweeping his legs from the desk, he sat up, bracin’ his elbows on the desk as he looked into the camera.
“This is new to me, for me. I don’t know anyone up in this piece, except for Lacklan, and the last time I tango’d with ‘Rah-rah? I barely escaped with my life an’ the win, and I’ve avoided her since ‘cause.. Seriously, for a person that small? The girl kicks like a train! Still, I’ve nothing but love and respect for my fellow competitors regardless of their opinions towards me, and in all honesty? I’ll face off against any one of them. This moose might be small but he’s not scared of any wrestler out there.”
Rolling his shoulders back, he lifted and then dropped them lazily.
“So, here’s my thing. Elysium is a great federation, full of top notch people, who put on top notch shows. It was made BY a wrestler, FOR wrestlers. I’m not going to brown nose Kelly but to deny that the man knows what he’s doing is disrespectful. It’s rare that you get to see that kind of dedication to your craft that you open a federation just to make sure it’s kept preserved. The money, blood, sweat, and tears? Tch. Color me ready, folks. This moose has some yard stomping to do. I’ll see you pretty people on Frontline.” Leaning up and forward, he cut off his camera, abruptly. Low production values? Hardly, the man was busy! He didn’t have time to get fancy!
“I’m the Amazing Wyatt Warner and I’m here to take the world by storm, and show them what it means to a purist when it comes to wrestling. I’m moose of a thousand moves, the mayor of Suplex City, the City Planner of Powerbombburgh. I’m the master of crappy dadjokes, bad lines, and corny gimmicks!”
Then, like a flash of white light? BAM! There was Wyatt, sitting at his infamous recording desk with his booted feet up on the desk, and his hands behind his head, a goofy grin on his face! Rockin’ those trademark jeans an’ boots, his Wyatt Warner hoodie, and a shirt with batman’s insignia emblazoned across his chest.
“Sorry, Guys. I suck at doing serious things, telling you how cool I am. I’m the biggest frickin’ dork there is, and in all honesty? That’s okay. You might beat me in the ring but I’ll straight up merk ya in Smash Bros, dig it?! Nah, for serious though, I’m your average young Rook who’s hungry, who wants to make a name for himself.”
Sweeping his legs from the desk, he sat up, bracin’ his elbows on the desk as he looked into the camera.
“This is new to me, for me. I don’t know anyone up in this piece, except for Lacklan, and the last time I tango’d with ‘Rah-rah? I barely escaped with my life an’ the win, and I’ve avoided her since ‘cause.. Seriously, for a person that small? The girl kicks like a train! Still, I’ve nothing but love and respect for my fellow competitors regardless of their opinions towards me, and in all honesty? I’ll face off against any one of them. This moose might be small but he’s not scared of any wrestler out there.”
Rolling his shoulders back, he lifted and then dropped them lazily.
“So, here’s my thing. Elysium is a great federation, full of top notch people, who put on top notch shows. It was made BY a wrestler, FOR wrestlers. I’m not going to brown nose Kelly but to deny that the man knows what he’s doing is disrespectful. It’s rare that you get to see that kind of dedication to your craft that you open a federation just to make sure it’s kept preserved. The money, blood, sweat, and tears? Tch. Color me ready, folks. This moose has some yard stomping to do. I’ll see you pretty people on Frontline.” Leaning up and forward, he cut off his camera, abruptly. Low production values? Hardly, the man was busy! He didn’t have time to get fancy!
