Post by Captain Howdy on Dec 7, 2012 14:55:51 GMT -6
The scene slowly fades in from black, as "Captain Howdy" by Twisted Sister begins to play. We find ourselves outdoors today, looking over the ocean by a large pile of stones and rocks. The waves crashing against the shore and the song of the seagulls further enhance the image in our minds, as we move down the beach. Then, after a few minutes, we see a man standing, looking out over the sea. He is wearing jeans and a black sweater, and has a far-away look on his face. After a few moments, the camera moves in closer, and we recognise the newcomer to NCW, Captain Howdy. The music fades, and he begins to speak, not looking into the lens at all.
CAPTAIN HOWDY: In days gone by, men would look out at this expanse, and wonder what was out there. Some of them would even go so far as to board a ship, and take their chances. Of those, some returned, some did not. It was an adventure, they'd say. A chance to find out who you really were. To see where you fit in. These days, we don't have that same spirit, for the most part. We don't look to the sea, and wonder, because we have our little smart phones or laptops to tell us what's beyond the horizon. But, still I come here and look, and wonder.
It's much the same when you start a new venture, or a new job in a new place. Coming into NCW, I had to wonder what I would find. Who would be here waiting for me. I knew there would be new challenges to face, new opponents to battle. I was looking forward to that, if you want me to be honest.
The Captain turns, and looks at the camera, a slight grin on his face.
But then, I am assigned to face my old friend, and old enemy at times, Nighthawk. Now, I'll be honest here. I have no big problem with this match. I have no issue stepping into the ring with him at all. I've done it many, many times. Tristan is indeed someone I respect greatly, have had in my home, have visited his home and his gym. I even helped train a few of his students here and there. Of anyone that the NCW could have chosen for me to face, Nighthawk was the one man who could have given me a problem.
No, I don't mean that he's the only one that I'd have a hard time defeating. I don't know everyone here well enough yet to say that. What I mean is, I like Tristan. I'd probably consider him a friend, even though he usually ends up on the opposite side of things from me. I want to break the fake heroes, the false idols and paper icons that reside in this place. But, in Nighthawk, you have someone who could truly be considered a role model. You have someone who has earned the right to be called "hero". It leaves me in a certain quandry.
Tristan, I heard your call for a match that was clean, classy and clever. Not a fight, you said. You know, I think I can oblige you on that. You and I have had our fights, our wars. We've also put on wrestling clinics that made people stand up and take notice. I'll say this much, for the amount of respect I have for you, I will not try to do anything that will injure you beyond what I need to do to win this match. I will meet you in that ring, and it will indeed be clean, classy and clever, as well as compeitive. I'm actually looking forward to this.
Last week, not many people saw what I did to my opponent. This week, things should be different, but if they're expecting the bloodbath that usually occurs when I am in the ring, they'll be sadly disappointed. Nighthawk, Tristan, I'lll see you soon. We'll have our match, clean as possible, in that ring I call my playground. I know you'll give it all you have, but in the end, the result will be the same. You'll do whatever you can to beat me, but it will all end when I decide that, for you...
Playtime's Over.
See you later Tristan. Say hi to Sin for me.
"Captain Howdy" begins to play once more, as the man himself turns, and starts to walk down the beach. He puts his hands in his pockets, and looks out toward the ocean as he goes, until the screen slowly fades to black.
CAPTAIN HOWDY: In days gone by, men would look out at this expanse, and wonder what was out there. Some of them would even go so far as to board a ship, and take their chances. Of those, some returned, some did not. It was an adventure, they'd say. A chance to find out who you really were. To see where you fit in. These days, we don't have that same spirit, for the most part. We don't look to the sea, and wonder, because we have our little smart phones or laptops to tell us what's beyond the horizon. But, still I come here and look, and wonder.
It's much the same when you start a new venture, or a new job in a new place. Coming into NCW, I had to wonder what I would find. Who would be here waiting for me. I knew there would be new challenges to face, new opponents to battle. I was looking forward to that, if you want me to be honest.
The Captain turns, and looks at the camera, a slight grin on his face.
But then, I am assigned to face my old friend, and old enemy at times, Nighthawk. Now, I'll be honest here. I have no big problem with this match. I have no issue stepping into the ring with him at all. I've done it many, many times. Tristan is indeed someone I respect greatly, have had in my home, have visited his home and his gym. I even helped train a few of his students here and there. Of anyone that the NCW could have chosen for me to face, Nighthawk was the one man who could have given me a problem.
No, I don't mean that he's the only one that I'd have a hard time defeating. I don't know everyone here well enough yet to say that. What I mean is, I like Tristan. I'd probably consider him a friend, even though he usually ends up on the opposite side of things from me. I want to break the fake heroes, the false idols and paper icons that reside in this place. But, in Nighthawk, you have someone who could truly be considered a role model. You have someone who has earned the right to be called "hero". It leaves me in a certain quandry.
Tristan, I heard your call for a match that was clean, classy and clever. Not a fight, you said. You know, I think I can oblige you on that. You and I have had our fights, our wars. We've also put on wrestling clinics that made people stand up and take notice. I'll say this much, for the amount of respect I have for you, I will not try to do anything that will injure you beyond what I need to do to win this match. I will meet you in that ring, and it will indeed be clean, classy and clever, as well as compeitive. I'm actually looking forward to this.
Last week, not many people saw what I did to my opponent. This week, things should be different, but if they're expecting the bloodbath that usually occurs when I am in the ring, they'll be sadly disappointed. Nighthawk, Tristan, I'lll see you soon. We'll have our match, clean as possible, in that ring I call my playground. I know you'll give it all you have, but in the end, the result will be the same. You'll do whatever you can to beat me, but it will all end when I decide that, for you...
Playtime's Over.
See you later Tristan. Say hi to Sin for me.
"Captain Howdy" begins to play once more, as the man himself turns, and starts to walk down the beach. He puts his hands in his pockets, and looks out toward the ocean as he goes, until the screen slowly fades to black.