does size matter? many men have thought that the
bigger they are, the more
they can dominate their opponent. this is not true. take the
virus for example. the
ebola virus is so small, it cannot be seen by the human eye
without a microscope. but
yet it is so powerful that within weeks, you can die from it
without treatment. there is
no known cure. you must be like the virus that finds the weak
spot of the human being and
reaches in and destroys them. be the virus, mikul. be the virus.
-{{ The scene fades in
from the fuzz on your screen. You see a dimly lit warehouse in
front of you. It's raining
on a Florida night, and the humidity outside is nearly
unbearable. The dense fog has rolled in and you can barely
see in front of you. As you stare up the small incline, you see a
torch burning on the doorframe of the warehouse.
You start up the incline, and nearly slip as you make your way.
You get to the door and rap on it. The metal bangs
as the sound resonates throughout the insides of the warehouse.
Then, someone from the inside begins opening the
door. As the doorway widens, you enter slowly. The person opening
the door is dressed in a black robe, and the
hood is on, covering the face of the person. He extends a long
hand, gloved, pointing towards the middle of the
room. You see who you came to see. "The Machine" Mikul
Quikk standing in the center of the room. A dim
spotlight on him, an eerie blueish gray light. The room is hot.
Wood flooring creaks as you near him. }}-
- "The
Machine" Mikul Quikk - :: Stop. That is far enough.
-{{ You stop in
midstride, frozen by the sternness of his words. As inhales
deeply as he continues. }}-
- "The
Machine" Mikul Quikk - :: You are here from the OWA, are you not? Of course
you are. You have found me in my training room. This is the
Ho'shira Katah, my training grounds. Here I focus all of energy
and thought into domination of my opponents. Whether they be in
my profession or those I encounter in the real world, one must
always be prepared for the unexpected. And now, as my first task
in the OWA, I have been given the assignment of taking down the
former North American Champion, a man who calls himself Jaymz
Hetfield. He and I are competing for the Number One Contendership
in the North American rankings. How nice. And now the Machine
debuts. Let us speak about Mr. Hetfield.
-{{ Quikk moves from
where he stands and goes to the wall facing him. Soon, he has
unveiled a wall-length
picture of Jaymz Hetfield that stretches the entire length of the
wall. Held to the wall with pins, Quikk steps
away and observes the large life-size poster of his opponent.
Stepping back, he resumes the position he held
before he moved, under the blueish gray spotlight of the room.
Looking up, you can't determine where that light
is coming from, as it is dark outside, and smoky near the roof of
the building, but it's coming from somewhere. }}-
- "The
Machine" Mikul Quikk - :: This large man was once the North American
Champion....he was defeated at Last Resort. Does this mean he
can't beat me? Of course not. He can win. He has many strengths,
the very biggest strength this man has is obviously his size.
Look at the man. He stands over 7 feet tall and weighs well over
400 pounds....but if there is one thing I have learned in my many
years of training is that size does indeed NOT matter. The
biggest men can be taken down just as easily as the men like me,
quick and agile. You see, to defeat a man like this, you must
stop thinking in terms of size, and concentrate on a weak area of
the man's body. Or his mind. And from what I've seen of this man,
his weakest asset is the brain in his head, or the lack thereof.
He didn't prepare enough for his match at the Pay-Per-View, so
what happened? He lost his coveted title. And now, he is on some
road to it's return. And I, The Machine, stand in his way. Come
Saturday night, he will know what's it like to face a man like
me. I am the Virus. I am not easily seen and not easily detected,
but when I strike, I lash out with incredible force, and my
aim....is unmistakably accurate.
-{{ Just then, from
another dark part of the room, a man enters. He makes a sound in
his throat, and
suddenly, Quikk is at attention. Not moving a muscle, Quikk
stands still as the man comes into the light.
You don't recognize him, but he is of Oriental decent, light
skin, long black hair, tied in a knot at the nape
of his neck. He has a long scar running down the length of his
face. He's not wearing a shirt, but his pants
look much like Quikk's pants, and he's wearing a bright red sash
around his waist. No shoes, of course. }}-
- "The
Machine" Mikul Quikk - :: Master, I did not expect you to come out now. This
is an unexpected surprise.
-
Master Si Yong - :: You are focused, Mikul-son? I have heard
you speak words to this man who carries the camera. Does he
represent the wrestling organization you are now employed with?
-
"The Machine" Mikul Quikk - :: Yes, Master, he is. I am taping an
interview as we speak.
-
Master Si Yong - :: Are you? Good. This man, Jaymz Hetfield,
will know pain like he's never felt in his life. You are ready,
Mikul-son. You are ready.
-
"The Machine" Mikul Quikk - :: I am pleased you think so, Master. I feel that I
have never been more ready for this moment. The time has come
that I will take down the man and claim the spot he once had.
Soon, I will be champion. Soon.
-
Master Si Yong - :: Soon, but now, you must fight!
-{{ Then, out from the
sky, drop four men, dressed in ninja-type outfits, their faces
hidden by masks.
Quikk immediately drops into attack stance and dodges a kick from
one of the men, and soon, the
group is nothing but a flurry of black and red, flying about so
quickly you can't keep up. You hear the
voice of Master Si Yong over the din of the action as he speaks
loudly. }}-
- Master Si
Yong - :: Good! Now are you ready!! Ah-hahahaha!
-{{ The scene quickly
fades to black. }}-
you must fight like the wind, Mikul. you must fight
as if you have nothing
else to live for. the virus attacks without sleeping. attacks
without eating.
you must learn to sustain yourself with only the will to win. you
can do it,
Mikul. you will do it, for it is your destiny to be the champion.
