Post by Bryce Albright on Nov 12, 2018 2:03:57 GMT
As the camera opens up Wilfred and Bryce Albright appear on screen with somber faces. Both wear black suits with white shirts and black ties; both have their heads down, and both fold their hands in front of them. Bryce looks up to the camera, tears in his eyes. "On this day in history, nineteen eighteen, the armistice was signed and the Great War was ended."
Wilfred raises his head, his face showing similar grief. "At the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month a single shot by Calamity Jane rang out across the battlefield. After four grueling years of death, suicide runs across No Man's Land, Trench Foot..." Wilfred looks in the eyes of his son before turning back to the camera. "After country defining victories like Vimy Ridge and Passchendaele, finally there would be peace."
"The peace would only last two decades," Bryce says, taking up the mantle. "..but sacrifices made from all fronts will be remembered forever."
The camera slowly fades to black as the two recite "Flanders Fields".
Wilfred stares into a tv screen showing the finish to Monday Bloody Monday from last week as the camera opens up. "Isn't that pathetic. This is the girl who cried and whined and moaned about how you, Bryce, haven't defended your New Blood Championship. What has she done? Heck, how many matches has she actually competed in since she's won it?" He turns around and looks at his son who comes into the picture. "This is absolutely ridiculous. Now, this week you have to take on the girl that's her best friend, or whatever. I wonder if she'll even show up. You know what Bryce?" He turns to his son. "Let's get going. Our opponent doesn't deserve our breath."
They both walk away as the camera fades out.
OOC: I posted this a little late. I was lacking a solid rp idea this week. My apologies.
Wilfred raises his head, his face showing similar grief. "At the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month a single shot by Calamity Jane rang out across the battlefield. After four grueling years of death, suicide runs across No Man's Land, Trench Foot..." Wilfred looks in the eyes of his son before turning back to the camera. "After country defining victories like Vimy Ridge and Passchendaele, finally there would be peace."
"The peace would only last two decades," Bryce says, taking up the mantle. "..but sacrifices made from all fronts will be remembered forever."
The camera slowly fades to black as the two recite "Flanders Fields".
Wilfred stares into a tv screen showing the finish to Monday Bloody Monday from last week as the camera opens up. "Isn't that pathetic. This is the girl who cried and whined and moaned about how you, Bryce, haven't defended your New Blood Championship. What has she done? Heck, how many matches has she actually competed in since she's won it?" He turns around and looks at his son who comes into the picture. "This is absolutely ridiculous. Now, this week you have to take on the girl that's her best friend, or whatever. I wonder if she'll even show up. You know what Bryce?" He turns to his son. "Let's get going. Our opponent doesn't deserve our breath."
They both walk away as the camera fades out.
OOC: I posted this a little late. I was lacking a solid rp idea this week. My apologies.