Post by Deleted on Oct 22, 2022 11:20:05 GMT -5
Sitting in his parlor, the shot opens with the man called Leonardo smelling and sipping from a respectfully filled glass of red wine before leveling his eyes towards the camera in front.
Good evening gentle viewers, you might be wondering who I am, after all, I am sure that none of the people that would ordinarily tune into a low-brow spectacle such as wrestling would ever be cultured enough to know brilliance when it's presented in front of them.
Putting the glass on a parlor table, he'd extend his arms with the lights swelling to show his surroundings. The tastefully decorated interior of the 'very imaginatively' named "Leonardo Penthouse" would be shown, a piano in one corner, paintings adorning the walls, perfectly framed pictures dotted around the room and other works of art being displayed prominently.
I am Leonardo, and to describe myself in the most modest way possible, I am the greatest unappreciated artist in this generation and arguably across history. A man who combines the pained brilliance of Van Gogh with the sheer multi-talent of my namesake Leonardo da Vinci. But today I do not speak to you as a painter, photographer, architect, clothing designer or instrumentalist, no, I speak to you as Leonardo the wrestler.
Stepping out of his chair, he stretches out and walks around his parlor making sure the camera follows him all around. He'd stop at his 'masterwork' painting that he called "Baby in a Minefield", (given minus-five brushes by an out-of-touch artsheet writer) he sighed.
The truth is, for all my genius I have been suffering with the greatest block imagineable. I can't put brush to canvas, or place my finger on a piano without my creativity abandoning me. I haven't been able to look at a needle and thread without getting violent spasms in my fingers. It's truly horrible... But then... I was struck by epiphany.
Nodding with a smile, he'd flick a finger towards someone beyond the reach of the camera. The lights would darken again on cue, and a projector would show a reel of wrestling highlights, men and women hitting their moves in front of crowds of millions of rabid fans.
Rather than try to be perfect in an artform I have already perfected, I need to extend my borders, I need to create new artforms to truly become legendary. As a result I have chosen this low-brow 'sport' called wrestling that so many simple minded people cherish and covet with great degrees. But it's no art, it's never been, it's a mudshow that's not just enjoyed by dumb people but more importantly it's a competition filled with the worst of the worst on an artistic level.
Shuddering a little bit, he'd start counting with his fingers to add weight to his statement.
You have 'high flyers', 'Catch Wrestlers', and the worst of all "Hardcore Legends" and many more artless nomers. But nobody has ever called themselves an artist, someone who can make what they do something that enlightens the masses, that is educational purely in its form, and that is where I Leonardo will make a change. I will start a renaissance, a revolution, knowing full well it will probably not be appreciated until long after I am gone.
A smile started curling on his face, he'd run a hand through his perfectly shaped haircut and perfectly timed stubble.
So I have found the perfect target for my goals, this company named UWL. With Power and Heritage, who so backwardly act like women aren't capable of peaking at the same level as men. I will change this company and in doing so I will change this business. The renaissance is coming, a veritable golden age of wrestling and art combined into one in ways that nobody could ever have imagined.
So I hope everybody is ready, ready to thank me for bringing colour to their bleak existence. Remember the day the renaissance reached wrestling...
Good evening gentle viewers, you might be wondering who I am, after all, I am sure that none of the people that would ordinarily tune into a low-brow spectacle such as wrestling would ever be cultured enough to know brilliance when it's presented in front of them.
Putting the glass on a parlor table, he'd extend his arms with the lights swelling to show his surroundings. The tastefully decorated interior of the 'very imaginatively' named "Leonardo Penthouse" would be shown, a piano in one corner, paintings adorning the walls, perfectly framed pictures dotted around the room and other works of art being displayed prominently.
I am Leonardo, and to describe myself in the most modest way possible, I am the greatest unappreciated artist in this generation and arguably across history. A man who combines the pained brilliance of Van Gogh with the sheer multi-talent of my namesake Leonardo da Vinci. But today I do not speak to you as a painter, photographer, architect, clothing designer or instrumentalist, no, I speak to you as Leonardo the wrestler.
Stepping out of his chair, he stretches out and walks around his parlor making sure the camera follows him all around. He'd stop at his 'masterwork' painting that he called "Baby in a Minefield", (given minus-five brushes by an out-of-touch artsheet writer) he sighed.
The truth is, for all my genius I have been suffering with the greatest block imagineable. I can't put brush to canvas, or place my finger on a piano without my creativity abandoning me. I haven't been able to look at a needle and thread without getting violent spasms in my fingers. It's truly horrible... But then... I was struck by epiphany.
Nodding with a smile, he'd flick a finger towards someone beyond the reach of the camera. The lights would darken again on cue, and a projector would show a reel of wrestling highlights, men and women hitting their moves in front of crowds of millions of rabid fans.
Rather than try to be perfect in an artform I have already perfected, I need to extend my borders, I need to create new artforms to truly become legendary. As a result I have chosen this low-brow 'sport' called wrestling that so many simple minded people cherish and covet with great degrees. But it's no art, it's never been, it's a mudshow that's not just enjoyed by dumb people but more importantly it's a competition filled with the worst of the worst on an artistic level.
Shuddering a little bit, he'd start counting with his fingers to add weight to his statement.
You have 'high flyers', 'Catch Wrestlers', and the worst of all "Hardcore Legends" and many more artless nomers. But nobody has ever called themselves an artist, someone who can make what they do something that enlightens the masses, that is educational purely in its form, and that is where I Leonardo will make a change. I will start a renaissance, a revolution, knowing full well it will probably not be appreciated until long after I am gone.
A smile started curling on his face, he'd run a hand through his perfectly shaped haircut and perfectly timed stubble.
So I have found the perfect target for my goals, this company named UWL. With Power and Heritage, who so backwardly act like women aren't capable of peaking at the same level as men. I will change this company and in doing so I will change this business. The renaissance is coming, a veritable golden age of wrestling and art combined into one in ways that nobody could ever have imagined.
So I hope everybody is ready, ready to thank me for bringing colour to their bleak existence. Remember the day the renaissance reached wrestling...