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Post by The Age of Fall on Feb 6, 2024 15:55:39 GMT -6
vs. Viktor Kall vs. Robert SaintsRP Limit: 1
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Post by Victor Kall on Feb 9, 2024 15:18:55 GMT -6
Victor Kall in Vampires and Werewolves
A loud CLICK is heard as the camera slowly fades in. We can see the skyline of a small town at dusk, with cars trawling by like ants near the bottom of the screen. Sounds continue in the background, a whirring noise with low static underneath. Voice (V.O.): "This recording is dated is August 25th, 2018, Doctor Samir Choudhury is here with patient number two-seven-two-three-nine, Victor Branson Kall. To note, there are also records of Mr. Kall's full name being Victor Michael Kall, Victor Jonas Kall and Victor Von Kall. Thank you for agreeing to be interviewed, Victor."
More static is heard as the camera shows a view of children playing with their parents in a park, then moving to people eating at a restaurant with outdoor seating. Victor (V.O.): "Anything I can do to contribute to science, doctor."
Doctor (V.O.): "Well again, thank you for cooperating today. Can you maybe start by confirming your real middle name, Victor?"
The scene shifts to cars slowly moving through traffic on a two-lane road. There is a checkpoint with a couple of guards who are visibly armed. A sign across the top of the checkpoint welcomes people to Mexico. Victor (V.O.): "What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell just as sweet."
Doctor (V.O.): "Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet. Are you a fan of the Bard, Victor?"
Victor (V.O.): "…and he replied, saying my name is legion, for we are many."
Doctor (V.O.): "That's the Bible. It feels like you're showing off, Victor."
Victor (V.O.): "Why do you say my name at the end of every sentence or question, Doctor?"
The border town on the other side mirrors its American cousin. There's still businesses and fast food places, such as a Jack in the Box. The only differentiator is half the building names are Spanish, and all of the road names. In the distance, a large building looms, bright lights shining down like a beacon, a king lording over his manor. Doctor (V.O.): "Because that's your name, and it's a way of showing you respect."
Victor (V.O.): "Respect? You respect me then, Doctor? For all my accomplishments no doubt."
Doctor (V.O.): "I respect you as a person, Victor. But while we're talking about accomplishments, do you want to talk about why you're here?"
Victor (V.O.): "You see, when two people have a mutual attraction or are depressed enough…"
Doctor (V.O.): "Not why you're here on Earth. Why you're here at Riverview."
Upon a closer look, the building's ground lights show off-white coloring with gray symbols that appear to be the head of a lion. A giant parking lot surrounds the building, and in the front, a brown outcropped part of the building has the word 'CASINO'. People are going in, most likely happier than they'll be when they leave. Victor (V.O.): "You have a file on me, you know why I'm here. It's all there in black ink and typed letters. Black ink makes it true. I learned that years ago.
Doctor (V.O.): "I'm more interested in your side of the story. If you wouldn't mind?"
Views inside the casino, past a front desk with the words 'Golden Lion Casino' blazed in bold orange lettering, arcing over that lion head which was now also highlighted with flames. It's loud inside, audibly and visually. The sounds of excitement at winning an inconsequential hand or prize here and there. Machines with blinking lights tell tales of the outrageous fortune that could befall those with a slim chance of luck. But we move past all of these distractions, as the screen grows dim and darker and into eventual blackness. We're only in darkness for a fleeting moment until the camera fades back in. We find ourselves inside of a darkened hotel room, the only lights those visible from the street below and the TV, which plays some kind of infomercial. Those flashes from the TV illuminate parts of the room, showing a robe laid out across the king-size bed with the Golden Lion logo. It also flickers on the figure that sits on the floor, in the far corner of the room. His head is down, but slivers of light show enough of his features to recognize that it's Victor Kall. He's dressed in a black t-shirt with a Misfits band logo and black jeans. Contrasting with the rest of his attire, his feet are in a pair of white slippers, which he no doubt got from the hotel. Still, the voice that rang out was Victor's, but sounded far away, like a whisper. ...
Victor (V.O.): "They wanted to tear me apart. They wanted to take pieces of me home with them. To rip the flesh from my arms, from my shoulders, from my neck. It's what they do though, isn't it? I should expect that behavior from vampires."
Doctor (V.O.): "You thought that they were vampires?"
Victor raises his head to the camera, and now the voice is his own, in the present. Victor: " Vampires exist in the world, albeit different from the books and the movies. Most of the time, you can identify them, but people just keep letting them walk free amongst us. There's probably one or two in your life, at least. You have to invite them in, that is something that the lore got right. So you do; you invite them into your lives, into your home, with something as simple as a hello. Then comes the taking. They take, and they take, and they take. Vampires of time, vampires of peace of mind." Suddenly, Victor gets to his feet and kicks his slippers off hard at the wall. It makes a soft thud, an abrupt sound that lived and died in a split second. Victor: "World War 4, Los Angeles. The city of angels became the city of demons, of hellions, as it does most nights. But a much more controlled violence took place than the city has seen in the past. The WarTime Rumble had nothing on the L.A. Riots of 1992. What a sight that would've been to see. Flames, rising, dancing on the wind. Chaos…"
Victor turns to look into the camera. Victor: "When I was younger, someone once told me that I was a classic example of chaotic neutral. I didn't know what they meant at the time, so I stole their backpack and defecated inside. But I think that I am finally beginning to understand…and I think the WarTime Rumble helped me get there. The world learned exactly who Victor Kall was that night. Glory, Caine Marik, Ace Sky, Roxanne, Dan Anderson, Sam Steele and Mark Frenzy; they specifically learned who I was. Age of the Fall, the Frenzy brothers, whatever they call themselves. They all had a shot, they all had the numbers. So why did I emerge the winner?"
He wandered off camera for a moment. The camera panned to turn, but seemingly lost sight of him, until he came from the right, his face a mere inches from the lens. Victor: "Because they looked at Victor Kall and saw what the rest of the world has seen for twenty-seven years. They saw a little weirdo, a little freak, a little f****t. I know that last word will get edited out, but it's what the school kids would say to that unknown in which they feared. It was the same thing though in the Rumble match, wasn't it? I wasn't taken as a serious threat to the big players in ECWF, and they didn't realize who they were dealing with until it was too late. I got beaten, I got bloodied, and yet I smiled, and I laughed, and I scratched, and I WON! I WON THE WARTIME RUMBLE! I AM…THE VICTOR!" Victor stares intensely into the camera for just a moment, before backing up and looking off to the side. Victor: "And with my victory, the vampires come out again. One put me up in this fancy room at border casino, gave me a pile of money and told me to enjoy my winnings. It's only a matter of time before they want something. They really think I belong down there on the floor with the rest of that hopeful society? Like people won't stare? Doesn't matter. I leave this place tomorrow anyway."
All of the sudden, Victor started to chuckle and looked back up towards the camera. Victor: "Oh, but if my win didn't ruffle some feathers, hmm? It must've. For on the next Revolution, I find myself against Robert Saints. While the man I beat in my debut John Blade finds himself in Number One Contender matches in the main event, I am placed in the middle of the card, tucked away nicely, securely, against a guy who is a fourth generation wrestler. I expect him to bring forth four generations of violence in our match, but I have no doubt that I will be disappointed. Robert Saints lasted about thirty seconds in the same match where I practically lasted the entire contest. You all want me to say something about Robert Saints, but what is there to say? Want me to say I'll beat him? Want me to say that I'll take him out with the Burn Cycle in seven minutes? I have no trepidation going into this match, but he should. I'll leave you with this, Robert, if you're watching."
Inching closer. Victor: "The hungry sheep look up and are not fed. But swollen with wind and the rank mist they draw. Rot inwardly and foul contagion spread…besides what the grim wolf with privy paw."
A smile. Victor: "On February 16th, I also get to make a choice. I get to choose my prize, which title I want to compete for in StarrCade. It's my choice. It's my CHOICE. And whenever it's my choice, I choose annihilation. I'm not asking you title holders, you golden children of Olympus, to fear me. I'm just a man. But I expect something else, something much darker than fear. I expect dread. Because when I announce my dance partner on February 16th…it's going to be a long, slow, March."
The camera abruptly cuts.
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