Post by Deleted on Sept 21, 2015 3:40:44 GMT
Begin transmission. We are greeted with a screen wipe in, followed by the view of a masked man sitting in a chair by what appears to be the helm of a spaceship. Clearly, this is the Hero from the Future, Wildstar D himself.
This is Captain Wildstar, commander of the Argo and leader of the Star Force of Planet Earth. The time of this transmission is Saturday, September twelfth, twenty-fifteen, at oh-nine-thirty hours.
Since landing on Planet Earth circa two hundred years into the past, I have become enthralled by the ancient form of gladiatorial combat known as “professional wrestling.” To that end, I embraced the persona of Wildstar D and joined the circuit known as Pollomania Lucha Libre.
It took some time to learn the ropes of the sport, but before long I was prepared. My initial opponent, Iron Orca, vanished without a trace; however, I was entered into a contest called a Chicken Scramble, and was deemed the champion of the contest for some time, though I would eventually lose that distinction before the time limit expired… costing me both that title AND an opportunity for Pollomania’s richest prize, the Supremo Championship.
I was discouraged, but have resolved to move forward, towards Pollomania’s next event, the Three Cups Chicken Trios Tournament, a tournament that is limited to teams of three competitors each. I have watched many matches of this kind, sometimes referred to as a “six-man tag team match,” and gained the confidence to sign up for this contest. There was just one small problem; I was one man, in need of several partners!
D turns his head and coughs into the crook of his arm before continuing.
Through resources I’d gathered from my stay so far in the past, I had collected the information of two hungry wrestlers looking to make names for themselves…
A split screen appears, showing mugshot-style pictures of two similarly masked wrestlers.
The Marksman; the Masked Master of the Mat, the Champion of Justice from the City of Brotherly Love. A highly skilled and experienced competitor who draws his techniques from classical wrestling styles such as Lancashire and jiu-jitsu.
Sentinel II; a physically powerful warrior with a considerably more aggressive fighting style. He is the younger of the two, but is far less experienced in the ways of the ring than the Marksman.
Wildstar D smiles through his mask, before rubbing his hands together. The split screen disappears, leaving us alone with the Captain.
Together, we will form Team H.E.R.O., a unit that speciallizes in Higher Excellence in Ring Operatives. We will dazzle the crowd AND confuse our opponents, and before long, the Three Cups Chicken Trios championship will be ours.
I look forward to the battles at hand en route to this distinction. Until then…
Wildstar, out.
End transmission.
This is Captain Wildstar, commander of the Argo and leader of the Star Force of Planet Earth. The time of this transmission is Saturday, September twelfth, twenty-fifteen, at oh-nine-thirty hours.
Since landing on Planet Earth circa two hundred years into the past, I have become enthralled by the ancient form of gladiatorial combat known as “professional wrestling.” To that end, I embraced the persona of Wildstar D and joined the circuit known as Pollomania Lucha Libre.
It took some time to learn the ropes of the sport, but before long I was prepared. My initial opponent, Iron Orca, vanished without a trace; however, I was entered into a contest called a Chicken Scramble, and was deemed the champion of the contest for some time, though I would eventually lose that distinction before the time limit expired… costing me both that title AND an opportunity for Pollomania’s richest prize, the Supremo Championship.
I was discouraged, but have resolved to move forward, towards Pollomania’s next event, the Three Cups Chicken Trios Tournament, a tournament that is limited to teams of three competitors each. I have watched many matches of this kind, sometimes referred to as a “six-man tag team match,” and gained the confidence to sign up for this contest. There was just one small problem; I was one man, in need of several partners!
D turns his head and coughs into the crook of his arm before continuing.
Through resources I’d gathered from my stay so far in the past, I had collected the information of two hungry wrestlers looking to make names for themselves…
A split screen appears, showing mugshot-style pictures of two similarly masked wrestlers.
The Marksman; the Masked Master of the Mat, the Champion of Justice from the City of Brotherly Love. A highly skilled and experienced competitor who draws his techniques from classical wrestling styles such as Lancashire and jiu-jitsu.
Sentinel II; a physically powerful warrior with a considerably more aggressive fighting style. He is the younger of the two, but is far less experienced in the ways of the ring than the Marksman.
Wildstar D smiles through his mask, before rubbing his hands together. The split screen disappears, leaving us alone with the Captain.
Together, we will form Team H.E.R.O., a unit that speciallizes in Higher Excellence in Ring Operatives. We will dazzle the crowd AND confuse our opponents, and before long, the Three Cups Chicken Trios championship will be ours.
I look forward to the battles at hand en route to this distinction. Until then…
Wildstar, out.
End transmission.