Post by Deleted on Sept 21, 2015 5:12:36 GMT
[Fade from black.]
“Greetings, people of PolloMania, I am The Marksman. I hail from The City of Brotherly Love, and I am, among other things, a professional wrestler.”
[The Marksman nods as the camera pulls away, revealing another masked man, doing press-ups and uttering numbers to himself.]
“And this young man here is Sentinel II. I’m sure you’ve acquainted yourself with Wildstar D, so no need to introduce him. He came to me in my headquarters at the City of Brotherly Love, and told me about this Three Cups Chicken Trios tournament, and the considerable prize money awaiting the victors.
“For one thing, this company is quite obsessed with poultry.
“For another, I jumped right on board; this Wildstar fellow’s a strange one, sure.”
[The Marksman chuckles. Sentinel, for his part, tries to in between press-ups.]
“I mean, what else can be said about a guy who claims he’s from two hundred years in the future? But he impressed me with his knowledge and drive, so I decided to join him and bring my student here with me.
“So what does that mean for the rest of the teams in this tournament?”
[He shrugs and grins.]
“Other than the fact that we’re going to run through the competition by tap, snap, or nap, who knows? This is a pretty peculiar place we’ll be wrestling in, so who knows? Maybe I’ll have some kind of fondness for the place and decide to stay on board. Senty over here needs a little more seasoning, after all.”
[The Marksman stops for a second while Sentinel II stops his press-ups and sits down.]
“I wonder if there’s a pun in that.”
[Sentinel II just pants and shrugs towards his mentor.]
“But in any case, I’d be mindful in the ring if you face us; you’ll soon find out that the Marksman never misses. See ya then.”
[The camera pans out some more as the Marksman pats his student on the shoulder.]
“Good work there, kid. Keep it going.”
[With a deep sigh, Sentinel II goes back to the ground for more press-ups as we fade to black.]
“Greetings, people of PolloMania, I am The Marksman. I hail from The City of Brotherly Love, and I am, among other things, a professional wrestler.”
[The Marksman nods as the camera pulls away, revealing another masked man, doing press-ups and uttering numbers to himself.]
“And this young man here is Sentinel II. I’m sure you’ve acquainted yourself with Wildstar D, so no need to introduce him. He came to me in my headquarters at the City of Brotherly Love, and told me about this Three Cups Chicken Trios tournament, and the considerable prize money awaiting the victors.
“For one thing, this company is quite obsessed with poultry.
“For another, I jumped right on board; this Wildstar fellow’s a strange one, sure.”
[The Marksman chuckles. Sentinel, for his part, tries to in between press-ups.]
“I mean, what else can be said about a guy who claims he’s from two hundred years in the future? But he impressed me with his knowledge and drive, so I decided to join him and bring my student here with me.
“So what does that mean for the rest of the teams in this tournament?”
[He shrugs and grins.]
“Other than the fact that we’re going to run through the competition by tap, snap, or nap, who knows? This is a pretty peculiar place we’ll be wrestling in, so who knows? Maybe I’ll have some kind of fondness for the place and decide to stay on board. Senty over here needs a little more seasoning, after all.”
[The Marksman stops for a second while Sentinel II stops his press-ups and sits down.]
“I wonder if there’s a pun in that.”
[Sentinel II just pants and shrugs towards his mentor.]
“But in any case, I’d be mindful in the ring if you face us; you’ll soon find out that the Marksman never misses. See ya then.”
[The camera pans out some more as the Marksman pats his student on the shoulder.]
“Good work there, kid. Keep it going.”
[With a deep sigh, Sentinel II goes back to the ground for more press-ups as we fade to black.]