Post by The Boss on Jun 6, 2009 11:03:36 GMT -5
Cigarettes and Top hats//R.M. Voglur
*Darkness. That was the best way to describe the image the FCW cameras faded into. Nothing in the dimly lit room could be seen clearly enough for it to be identified, the only thing certain was darkness. After a moment however there was another sight, a brief flash, followed by the presence of a small round orange light. Smaller than a finger tip in size, in fact the tip of the cigarette was no wider than the head of a worm. Another moment passed, before movement was caught on the camera, an arm was seen reaching, before a switch was hit and a light illuminated most of the room, still it remained dim by comparison with most backstage FCW areas. However, it was now clearly definable as the office of R.M. Voglur. The thin trickle of smoke seemingly evaporates into the air as it rises, Voglur is uncharacteristically wearing an old fashioned top hat, the shadow from which hangs over his eyes as if to shield them from the light or the camera.*
“Good evening ladies and gentlemen, on behalf of myself and the board of directors I would like to welcome you to Full Contact Wrestling: Requiem.”
*Stereotypical introduction, but he couldn’t think of anything else, Voglur looked to the camera or at least that’s the direction in which he had raised his head, his eyes remained invisible beneath the shadow of the hat. The owner’s mind wandered, he subconsciously recalls the news report made public on fcw.com which had allegedly told his life story. But that wasn’t of importance now, as he tapped the end of his cigarette against an ash tray, and continued to speak after his momentary pause trying to concentrate on the task at hand.*
“Throughout FCW’s perpetual struggle to reach the pinnacle of sports entertainment once again, there will be a series of definable moments illustrating the journey, and on this evening we stand on a crucial one. FCW launches its second brand in the form of Requiem, where we will showcase and demonstrate exactly what a wrestling program needs to be.”
*How he hated these public addresses, Voglur thought to himself while raising the cigarette which he once again perched between his sealed lips. Why had he not hired someone to do this for him, sometimes he regretted not having a representative speak in his place. With all the people watching, listening, so carefully to his every word, he hated the pressure. R.M. Voglur was not one to leave margin for error, but as he thought so carefully about each sentence before it left his mouth he worried. There were no outward signs of his concern, how could their be, if there was one area in which Voglur held supremacy it was in suppressing his emotions, everything stayed on the inside.*
“When I first purchased FCW people thought I was insane, they thought I was moments away from sitting in a straight jacket and having someone feed me my meals. And now, now we stand on the brink of immortality, we have given and continue to give the people their every desire, and now we prepare to march into the Promised Land. I have parted the red sea and with my following Requiem superstars we head off towards salvation, in the form of complete company supremacy. I have been a stranger in a strange land, for so long and now finally on the eve of our greatest triumph it has all become so familiar.”
*Voglur inhaled the smoke, before emitting a long trail from his mouth. His right arm subtlety raised up to his forehead and readjusted his top hat so as the shadow covered more of his pale and wrinkled features. He thought to himself of how much more he had longed to say yet didn't know how, before folding his hands over one another and leaning back in his chair, the cigarette sits in his curled lips, unmoving as the light is shut off by Voglur leaving only an orange dot. The dot the size of the head of a worm, for a moment, only a moment, before vanishing.*
(End of RP)