Record: Wins: 00   Losses: 00   Draws: 00   -   Roleplay #: 01

Achievements: None.

Intro: With showing his face for the first time, now it was closing in on game time, the real time, when Viktor would have to show his face. He had days until his first match was coming up, and the usual question that always seemed to rise from the fan’s minds, are you anxious? Viktor was very anxious, very anxious indeed, to get into the ring for the first time and get his first taste of blood. Training would be hard all that following week, he wasn’t out of shape, but being prepared would be the best to do so. He was still in Russia, as he found that being in the ‘States wasn’t what was important at the moment. Viktor liked to remain as far away from there as he could possibly be. Anyhow, the name of his opponent was on the tip of his tongue, and the poster taped on his wall. He was ready for the match, ready for the experience, and not ready to taking losing for an option. This, will be the benchmark in wrestling, the debut of Viktor Briggs. All eyes on the prize.

Action. The scene opens up, inside of a training studio. The lights are very dim, and sounds were dull, all silent. There was nothing inside of the entire room, but a matt in the center. And in that center, sat the next and up-coming monster, Viktor Briggs. He sat there, wearing a pair of black cotton pants, and nothing more. He stands slowly, and as the camera pans around a little more, we’re not able to see a bag before him. His eyes are closed and they remain that way. The only thing lighting the area around us, are candles. These are all situated around the mat, as there too was a crystal chandelier above, and odd placing for the such. None the less, it was the kind of setting that Viktor found fitting when he spent time to himself. He stood there, not a single muscle moving.

Viktor Briggs: ”The time has come, my friends, to truly witness the most amazing thing that the eyes of POW fans have ever seen. The debut of what may be, the next World Champion. For you see, as great as all of these competitors think they are, what they don’t know, is that they stand no chance against Viktor Briggs. Everyone chose to predict against me, everyone is picking me as the underdog, but is this going to be a reason to let Layne pin me, and take a loss? Hell no. This match is mine, and I’m not about to let a loss find me in my first week. I’m a rookie, this is my first match in history, and I refuse to let him beat me, I will not, cannot lose. My will is too strong, and my skills are too far advanced for the likes of him. Word is passing, that his skills are that to be admired. But to me, he is only another face that I pass in the backstage. I will treat him with the up most respect, and when we meet face to face, I will show him his worst nightmare, I’ll show him what he never wants to me, not in a dark ally way, or not even in the broad daylight. I am the kind of monster that kids hide from in the night, the sound that goes bump bump, I’m the burden that weighs your mind heavy, that makes you feel unsafe and jumpy at night.”

Action. Viktor chuckles, the chuckle that had been introduced in his first ever promo in the POW, that happened only a couple of days ago. He now begins to pace around the bag before him, popping each knuckle on each hand by his side, eyes now open and dead set on the bag, a killer’s gaze. He dug down into his pants and pulled out a pair of fingerless gloves, and pulled them onto his fingers, bringing his arms up before him, he slams his fist together, the sound of the flesh and bone colliding sounding a little painful, Viktor only turns to grin.

Viktor Briggs: ”No matter what you have in store for me, Layne, I always have more for you. No matter how much punishment you are willing to take, willing to deal, I’m always going to be able to take more, and give more. I’m not a man, I am a maniac, a monster. I don’t have half a mind to mess with, no matter how hard you hit me, no matter how hard I sweat or bleed, you won’t be able to stop me with that alone. If you want to win, you’ll literally have to kill me. My shoulders won’t lay down for a three count and I don’t know how to submit.”

Action. He smirks once more, raising his hands up slowly in a boxer’s stance, and sends his fist into the bag, it making a rather loud sound, his eyes looking intensely focused as he hadn’t even blinked but twice since the camera had been focused on him.

Viktor Briggs: ”Like I did mention, I respect you Layne, respect that of what I don’t even know. That may be foolish, but my mother raised a gentlemen. Unless you have proven yourself as ignorant and redneck as the rest of these idiots, I will give you that much, and only until you give me a reason not to, you are good in my eyes. But your loss will be great, and our match will be talked about, long when we are dead, and our names will be remembered. It isn’t a big name match, nor is it even near the top of the list, but I’ll be treating it as though my life were on the line, as though it was a main event and my career is on the line, if I lose I’m gone. That is how I’m going to treat every match. Of course, you can’t win them all, but can you? I refuse to lose, let myself be weak and be forgotten, I want my name to be heard. I’ve been silent for all of my life, and that time is gone. For way too long have I sat in the shadows and watched people around me, always wanting my voice to be heard when no one cared to listen. But guess what? Now is my time. If I prove myself now, all the eyes will be willing and watching to see what happens, there are always talent scouts and owners that are watching the match, waiting to see a new champion emerge from the masses. Out of a million men, a few are good enough to be named in the history books, and I will be in the hall of fame by the time I retire, that title is reserved for only the best in the business. And you ask, how am I to boast about such things, when I haven’t even managed to step in a ring, with a real man?”

”Well, that much is just plain simple. I don’t care to bleed, I’ve bleed a lot in my life. When I went to school, I didn’t hang around the best crowd, my friends and allegiance were not with the popular crowd, but with the people that were considered dodgy, by the people that no one liked to mention most of the time. I was the kid in school, that everyone feared of being a serial killer so much, that they were all afraid to talk to me. Of course, I did have a few good friends, but no one cared to even know my name. Of all the kids in my grade, in my school, no one knew my name. Hell, my teachers couldn’t even remember my name half of the time, I was only known as the weird kid.”

”I sat in the shadow all of my life, while when I went home, I acted like everything was fine in front of my parents. I let the darkness settle inside of my body and run through my veins as my blood turned black and flowed dully. I was dead on the inside and no one even cared, not even my own flesh and blood. But then…one day, I decided it was time that I snap out of the dull shell that I was occupying, and make a name for myself. I always found a knack for fighting, I started out fighting in small places that were much similar to kick boxing. I will admit I had enough of my eyes busted open, enough to bleed enough for ten men, but every match I came out on top. I always fought the bloodiest battles, took the most pain that any human had taken, bled so much, sweat so much, that I could not even see the man that was in front of me. But yet, I kept my guard up, my heart strong, and my will moving, and I won. My name was suspended. And I was the man to beat. I left, to find a new meaning to my life, to explore a new sport, the sport of wrestling, that was to be my time. My time to shine, and no one is going to stop me…not even you, Xavier Layne. You’re a superstar, I hear them all talk about you, but that does not scare me any. I have your number, and you had best be ready when I come for you, I make no exceptions. Your ass is mine.”

Action. His heart begins to beat faster as he bites down upon his bottom lip so hard, that on both sides, two thin steams of blood form and start to flow down, and upon his neck. There is a cold grin on his lips as he begins to beat the life out o the bag, his fists flowing rapidly as though he were made of metal. He spoke in between the grunts, his words coming out quick and sometimes hard to understand as though it were running water.

Viktor Briggs: ”I live to fight, I fight to live. It is my answer, my answer for everything. Love, peace, time, everything. Whenever I need something, I fight to get it. I even fought to reward myself with acceptance. If people don’t like me, I only beat the sense out of them. No one knows how to take in something that I am, no one wants to take the time out of their precious schedule.”

Action. A now almost sinister look comes over his face as the flow of punches then seem to double with that of no time, the bag is now flying back and forth in both directions, but he gives it to time to stop moving. His eyes look so determined, like a new spark and lit and send fire through his entire body like roaring flames.

Viktor Briggs: ”Fighting…makes me feel like a different man, a good man, a man that people look up to. People have always found their answers with me, sort of a man that they could associate their own problems with, every day problems. I’m only a normal human being, fighting with all of their might to make a name for themselves, and enough money to pay the bills. My life hasn’t always been the best, nor has it always been for the worst, but my past now is my past, and I’m only going to strive to make my future what is none. When I’m gone, I want people to remember me, I want them to refer to me as the best fighter, the best entertainer that they seen to step into the ring. I want to make little children cry, make the mothers believe that a match is much too brutal to make their little ones like me. And just because I want my name to be known, it doesn’t have to be known in favor. I want my name to be none, rather it is because they hate me, or because they love me. Either way, I’m on their minds long enough to become that of an obsession, and my mission has been complete.”

Action. He now somewhat slows down as his punches start coming off a bit slower, until they then were to fade to a stop. He stood there for a moment, rolling his neck around, emitting several soft cracks in many places. He continues to pace around the dummy, now closing his eyes. His body stopped in his tracks as he almost now doubles to fall over, but somehow stops himself. His eyes slowly open up once more, as a now empty look fills his sigh. A grin now slowly wraps around each side of lips, as even a deeper, more painful laugh is then to emit from his chest, escaping through his throat. He tightens his fist, and glances up slowly, laughing aloud to the people, his voice also seeming to deepen in the process.

Viktor Briggs: ”I aim to please, AMERICA! You think you are SO inferior! All of your men think they are the best, because they are born in what you would like to call, a FREE country. But you are weak, you all are weak. Xavier, Terror, you are mine. You have the respect of the people, and everyone is pulling your name from the hat to win. And you know what I have to say? To hell with what everyone has to think. The only two people that have the power to influence the outcome of this match, is A and B. So you know what that means? You will be the one to decide to close your eyes, tap and give up, or be knocked out and let me assume the pin. I win matches, and if you refuse to lose, I’ll end your career.”

Action. He brought his fist back, and slams it into the bag hard, with enough force to send vibrations up and along the entire thing, causing it to fall. He turns away and. . .