Coming home...

Posted by Paulo Romano on November 26, 2014 at 7:55 AM

 

It's an empty road on a Midwest area - sand is blowing with the wind, lizards crawl at the asphalt, the sun is at his peak. Suddenly, you can hear a motorbike engine at the distance...


Cut to the bike, your typical American chopper, black with chromed details at the body and muffler. The biker is a man, wearing black leather jacket, blue worn-out jeans and a helmet - yellow with blue and green stripes. You can hear his voice, sounding like an inner monologue…


- You know, I’ve been in the road for some time, since I was 16… I wandered through this whole country… but I never found something to stick for… something to fight for…


The bike stops at a nearby old gas station. The biker, with his helmet still on, fuels up his "baby", as he calls his bike.


- But, then… I saw it… and something snapped on my mind…


The biker sees a folder on the dirt. The folder was ripped and worn out, but a certain logo could be seen… OBW – Online Brutal Wrestling.


- I have finally found something… to fight for… Now, I know where I must go…


The bike meets the road once again. It’s engine sound slowly fades away, while the folder falls on the hot tarmac.


- The Hard Rock Kid… is going… to the eye… of the STORM!


Cut to black...

 



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2 Comments

Reply Paulo Romano
2:14 PM on November 26, 2014 
˝Honest˝ Krmi says...
For those about to rock...

...we salute you.
Reply ˝Honest˝ Krmi
8:35 AM on November 26, 2014 
For those about to rock...

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