Post by Anthony Leonhart on Jul 3, 2024 1:23:55 GMT -5
The scene is set in an abandoned town, where clattering signs and the sound of creaking windows are commonplace, and where the dust of warm sand could stick to the pants of lawless hoodlums.
And in the midst of all this deafening uproar, with the discharges of gun barrels from the region's petty mobsters as a beat, a silhouette comes into view, the person willingly letting a kind of scarf hang in the wind, a protection to avoid eating the dust, and the further he gets into town, the more his silhouette takes shape and reveals the truth when he lifts his hat and removes his scarf.
With a piercing look in his blue eyes like Paul Newman, blond hair with brown tints caused by the sand, and a tanned complexion, he sits down at a table and looks at the bar he's entered. He takes out his smokes, one by one, and puts them away properly. The person looks up from his set of cigarettes on the table.
"Oh, you don’t remember who I am? I know it’s been a long time, Action Wrestling finally should I say Discovery Pro Wrestling...because yes, the news goes fast despite the fact that I was in exile during this time. And as I feel that it will be the din in not long, I preferred to come while the smell of blood, the smoke of the guns is not too present. You think I’m a stranger who came to make a name for himself? How nice of you...I see that the name change made you meet this dear Alois Alzheimer. But as I am friendly and cheerful, I will make you a flower, a rather rare thing in these arid lands, you will agree.
My name is. Anthony Leonhart. I’ve been called many nicknames in my life. But now it is my name and not a nickname that I want to write in the history books of wrestling and golden books of the cities in which I will come. And you might as well do it in a promotion that makes itself a reputation, you understand?! The more I write my name at the beginning of this book, the more my legend and my name will be respected. And you will soon understand why I am here...why the deserter returns. It is so that justice... MY JUSTICE... Yes, my justice is done in the way I desire and that is not governed by people who wear gloves and claim to be saints. SEE YA SOON.
After talking, he begins to spit in a bucket that came at his feet then takes a cigarette from his floor and prepares and prepares it for smoking. He carries the cigarette to his mouth then looks for his lighter in the inner pocket of his jacket and throws it in the air to catch the lighter, Zippo as he calls it, immediately and lights the cigarette. The more he smokes his cigarette, the more the environment becomes invisible and the more the smoke grows, the more the sounds and smells start to reflect as if it were natural to have the atmosphere in addition to the landscape fogged by the cigarette.