Opening strokes (against Graham Baker)

Beholden to my canvas

Fade In:
A large studio space in Krimson City, filled with half finished canvases and partially filled buckets of paint, everything is strewn everywhere and in the center of this large mess is none other than Talyn Beoulve himself, looking rather forlorn.

Talyn: You know for my debut in Pro Wrestling Nova, I was fully expecting to face off against someone as colorful and full of life for me to properly create a masterpiece with in my debut for this company.

Not a boring and tasteless subject such as Graham Baker.

He's probably the kind of guy who would join an avant-grade company such as Wrestleworld, only to complain about the catering of matches was too bland for his liking.

Talyn then throws himself back and spreads his arms out wide and starts moving his arms and legs like he's making a snow angel.

Talyn: No, I must not complain too much for a truly gifted artist can make do with whatever is given to him to work with and I promise to make you a masterpiece worthy of our match, Graham. I promise you that your blood will make a very lovely base to build our foundations up from.

I mean to be honest, you are much more intent on things outside of this company to even consider what being in the challenge of the immortals tournament means in the end...meaning that if you did care, you'd be less caring of things happening elsewhere.

Now Now, Graham. Perhaps when you lose your spot it will make you more kind and caring to your fellow wrestlers because nobody likes a pointless braggart yes?

Bye now.

(The screen fades to black)