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Date Posted: 14:12:41 08/11/02 Sun
[Rain drizzled down
from the clouds, pooling in the furrowed brow pointed at the sky forming a small
puddle that would occasionally spill out and down past the weathered skin on his
temples. His hair concealed underneath his favored Viking helmet hung out at
length over the back of the green park bench where he now sat, staring
thoughtfully into the sky in Central Park, New York. His golden beard soon
became soaked by the rain, that had gradually turned from spitting, to downpour
in a matter of seconds. He blinked lightly to deflect any drops that would drop
near his eye, and he would occasionally shift his head to avoid too much rain
falling upon him.] [Squirrels,
kept dry by scurrying along under the underbrush became more and more daring as
they soon were running all over the park bench where he rested, flying back and
forth along the back, their bushy tails tickling against his earlobes, causing
him to start upward in surprise and try and brush off the squirrels that seem to
almost revel in the attention.] [He
looked at the sky, and could only shake his head disapprovingly.] Val
Halla: The gods... fighting away giving us the rain that ever so gently plops
away at my head. [The
squirrels seemed to almost congregate on the park bench and look at him with
quiet awe, at this brooding, hulking thoroughly soaked mass.] Val
Halla: It used to be me up there... it used to be me who made the clouds tremble
under my ever so heavy feet. It used to be my hammer that made the skies tremble
and quake, making mortal men run in fear. I only wish I knew how I got here...
how I got on this god forsaken rock that has torn me to shreds, only to put me
back together into this withered form I see before myself. Before... mine was
truly a body that could force the mighty Vanir to their feet. I could ignite the
frost giants, I was the one true protector of Asgard. And now I find myself
here... in this shell of my former self. [The
squirrels, taking to searching for nuts, but not very far from the bench, all
decided to eat them on said bench. To any passers-by if there were any, it would
seem mighty strange. A large bearded man, wearing a horned helmet, a hammer in a
holster-like strap at his waist wearing a blue tunic and blue pants with
squirrels eating nuts around him, quite strange indeed.] Val
Halla: I wish... I wish I could recall the events that made me be here. I can
only say that my reason for being here is so strange. One minute I'm riding the
wind, the next I'm being offered a contract by the ENWA to wrestle. Was I
offered or did I just show up? Am I wrestler or a sideshow? What mortal wouldn't
want the god of thunder on their side?! Yet, now I don't even know if I'm that
anymore... [Val
shifts his body and reaches into his pocket pulling out a black leather wallet.
With a confused look upon his worn down face, he confusedly opens it up, and
peers inside at the laminated cards held in place in tiny slots.] Val
Halla: My... dri-ver's li-cense? What is this? Whatever it is, it tells me
my name is Val... Halla... [He
blinks for a second, absorbing this newfound knowledge.] Val
Halla: This title hardly befits THOR... LORD OF THUNDER. HOLDER OF THE SACRED
HAMMER- [He
stops mid-sentence as he glances down at the squirrels who have all taken up a
seat, staring at him blankly. He cocked his head sideways watching the tiny
rodents as they all took steps back from him feeling his icy stare get colder as
he reasoned in his mind what they were.] Val
Halla: What manner of pest are these? --------------------- [Around
the corner he flew, knowing full well that his meeting place was set to be here.
As he ran, carefully watching his feet as he went in case of tripping or
slipping in the mud and ruining his high-priced camera equipment, he pulled out
of his shirt pocket a small piece of paper with the words: {Find Val Halla;
Central Park west. RE: Interview 2:30 P.M.} He rushed forward, noticing that
around the next bend, was the beginning of central park west. He slowed to a
walk, and could start to hear to the sound of a deep-voiced man talking rather
loudly. He reached the corner and prepared himself to meet the latest talent the
ENWA had to offer.] THWAK!! [He
could only stare at the hammer that had crushed and splatter the squirrel under
it's heavy girth. His jaw slowly swung open until it rested completely at it's
total gape as he looked at the hammer, and the hand that rested on it's handle,
then slowly up the enormous forearm, towards the gigantic shoulder, then to the
heavy set neck, where a large head with a helmet rested atop it.] Val
Halla: Ah. Are you the newsman I was told was to adjourn here? My sundial tells
me you're late. [He
pointed vigourously at the wrist that had been unseen by the cameraman, and as
the cameraman looked closely, he noticed a wrist watch, that was so far from
being electronic it made him cringe. It was a small circular stone, with a
sundial set upon it.] Camerman:
Uh... your sundial? [Val
stood up from the bench, it creaking as the weight was released. He picked his
hammer up, and slowly sheathed it as he came toward the smaller cameraman who
began to seem smaller and smaller as he came forward.] Val
Halla: Of course. My sundial. Haven't you ever used one before? [The
camera man blinked... not really wanting to anger a man of such size.] Cameraman:
Uhhh... let's set up the equipment and you can cut your first promo. [The
cameraman walked toward a clearing where the rain hadn't yet penetrated, and
began setting up his tripod and the camera equipment, Val followed closely
behind him.] Val
Halla: Pro-mo? [The
cameraman only sighed as he set up the equipment, trying to busy himself as best
as he could so as not to attract too much conversation from this lumbering
beast.] Val
Halla: [Looking aghast at
the camera equipment.] What
manner of alchemy is this? Did you build these devices yourself in a homemade
smith? [Reaching his hand
out to touch the camera lens.] Is
this witchcraft? [The
camera man quickly snapped his hand out to catch Val's before it touched the
camera.] Cameraman:
No. It isn't. Listen. [He
slowly led Val back to the bench, and forced him to stand in one place as he
walked back to the camera.] You
have your first match in the ENWA against Max Cameron at the event called
Carnage. He's already spoken, and called you a hurdle. All that you have to do
when I say "action." is talk about Max Cameron, and what you're going
to do to him in the wrestling ring when it comes time to do so. Got that? Good. [He
quickly pressed the record button.] ACTION! [Val
stands there for a second, staring at the man behind the tools he had never seen
before... and thought for a second.] Val
Halla: A hurdle? A hurdle is nothing more than an obstacle is it not, Maxwell
Cameron? Is this what you think of me, Tho- I mean Val Halla? You consider ME,
the master of the only hammer that matters, Mjollnir; The one who controls the
fate of countless men, not to mention your own; An OBSTACLE?! I come from a
place so far beyond this Earth, that no human eyes could even comprehend what it
means to exist there. I've fought creatures ten times my size and won. And yet,
I'M just a hurdle? This is all new to me, Maxwell. I could sneeze, and it would
knock you down faster than the strongest mortal's punch. To me, you're not even
a hurdle. You're not even an obstacle. To me you're nothing more than the lowest
form of life on this rock. So don't DARE call ME the hurdle, Maxwell. It is
true... I'm new to the wrestling ring, but don't dare blink, don't dare
underestimate, and don't dare think you're walking away with a win over the
likes of me. The thing is ,Maxwell, you truly misunderstand the power with which
you so callously call "a hurdle". A hurdle is something that can be
jumped over, ran around, and sometimes ducked under. And by all means, be my
guest, Maxwell. Jump over me if it keeps you conscious longer. Run around me if
you think it will get you out of harm's way. Slide under me if you think it
increases your chances in this contest. But know this, Maxwell. I'm as far
beyond hurdles as they are beyond your pea-brained comprehension. When I walk,
the heavens tremble. When I breath, wind blows. And rest assured, when I strike
a blow... the puny likes of you will surely fall down. [The
cameraman, not waiting for Val Halla to say anymore quickly halts the taping,
and stands up, already beginning to pack up his equipment.] Cameraman:
Excellent stuff, Val. You're a natural. Now all you have to do is show up at
Carnage and fight Max Cameron... Here's the address for where you're supposed to
go. [Hands a piece of paper
to Val.] See you there! [The
cameraman hurried off, needing to get to his other appointments, leaving Val
Halla holding the piece of paper, and wondering to himself. "How do I read
this strange piece of the Earth?!"]
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