Post by kingnicholai on Dec 9, 2007 20:18:45 GMT -5
We cut backstage to see Nikolai King sitting in an easy chair, bloody mary in hand. He is watching two monitors. One has his competetion for Underground Attitude in a WWE-style video montage detailing all of their strengths. He laughs a bit to himself, but the fire in his eyes shows nothing but the desires of a serious competetor, and one who will stop at nothing to prove his worth. On the other monitor, is the latest promo from Sah'ta Thor. One eyebrow is raised by Nikolai at this sudden change of character, followed by a subtle smirk.
"That's right." he stated in a low, raspy voice with just the slightest twinge of anger detected. "That's what I like to see, you son of a bitch." His arm was shaking, and a bit of his drink spilled on the floor. "You remember.....you remember who the fuck you are. And that we didn't waste our time so you could roll over and fucking die for the people who will rebel for anything."
His attention turned back to the monitor with his competetion. The fire was in his eyes because of the notice he had gotten in the mail earlier, detailing what the new stipulations were, exactly, for the match at XVI Underground Attitude. Not only does he get a title shot........but he gets it in his second match? What an opportunity, he thought. If only I can unify these two lower-card titles into a more meaningful one........not only do I establish myself as a real contender in XVI......but I also join my comrade' Thor among the rank of champions. A win/win situation, he told himself. A graphic of Johnny Kaos then flashed across the screen.
"......You." The word left his lips silently and sharply. He took another sip of his cocktail. "The last time we met, Johnny Kaos.....you got through by the skin of your teeth. Not to mention that woman you assocate yourself with." Nikolai poured more tomato juice into his glass, and took yet another drink. "You're damned good competetion, mate.....and it'd be an absolute honor to face you again. Now only....only if you dropped the cocky attitude and the leech of a woman, you'd be a true human being instead of a parasite." A bit of laughter followed by a fit of coughing ensued. Picking up a plate of bread, he continued to watch the monitors as thoughts moved through his head at a million miles a minute. As the montage of Johnny Kaos ends, the montage of Panthera begins, and Nikolai spits out his bread.
"...What the shit?" He once again laughed to himself for a bit. "What the hell is this.......a Slipknot fanboy who plays too much fucking D&D? Well, mate...this one's for you. You seem to be a pretty damned good ring warrior, and you act a lot like Thor when he's not on that whole fire and brimstone trip. Trust me, I roomed with the dude in high school. It gets real old...real fast. And dude? Jimmy Jacobs called....he wants his gimmick back. But don't sweat it. Keep playing with fire....and you might just get burned. Besides, you have absolutely no idea how much I hate furries.....and I have always wanted to drink out of a tiger's skull. Get ready, Panthera. You're going to be in for the game of your life against me, and when all the cards are placed on the table, you will find that I have a royal flush."
Nikolai shook his head some more. All of these parasites were really getting to him, and each of his opponents seemed to infuriate him the more he learned about them. To relax himself, he put on "Iris" by the Goo Goo Dolls and poured himself another drink. This one was an absolute-and-orange screwdriver. Humming to himself a bit, he saw the next graphic come on-screen....this one belonging to Robert Sniper. His eyes narrowed to slits, his glass shattered in his hand, and he tossed the remains aside. Noticably shaking, he opened his mouth."
"I....I....and I thought the others were parasites." He stammered. "Who exactly do you think you are? Look folks. We have a rich-boy garbage wrestler who can't come up with a move of his own. I don't think there's a thing I like about you." He then pulled out and opened a bottle of Bacardi 151 and downed half of it. "You're not Kenta Kobashi, so you have NO business using the Burning Hammer. I don't know where you get off thinking a soul in this area enjoys that foul entrance music, and worst of all.....you're from inbred, bum fucked GEORGIA. What the hell, man? You're a lot like Thor before he decided to cut the crap and be himself. You're a parasite i'm going to ENJOY destroying, and utterly annihilating from the gene pool. Prepare yourself, because it's not going to be pretty. You have earned my ire, and it's a bad thing to have."
Calming himself down, he waited for the last three graphics. The two champions popped on screen.
"...Hah. Waste of time. And I expect at least one of them to pop out of the fucking woodwork and try to redeem themselves. Not so, parasites. Not so. Just le down and get this over with. The money's on the counter, and don't let the door hit you in the ass on the way out."
Finally, the graphic of him popped up. It showed a very detailed explanation of what his career had been like so far in XVI, and basically how much the fans despised him. One second later, broken glass littered the floor and smoke reached the celing as a bottle shattered the TV Screen. Nikolai King stood up, as he appeared as if he could shoot fire from his eyes and lightning from his ass.
"PREDICTABLE. You shoot the fucking messenger yet again. Well, i'll show you. I'll show ALL of you. I'm going to become champion, and i'm going to try my DAMNDEST to show every single one of you fucking worms what i've been trying to show you for years. And if I can't do it alone? I'm sure my dear friend will do me a favor. I'm going to destroy every single one of you parasitic leeches and show you the meaning of divine justice, and show EVERY SINGLE PARASTE HERE why I am called KING."
Nikolai proceeds to leave the room, leaving only a shocked cameraman and a wreck in his wake, cursing and fuming as he exits the room.
"That's right." he stated in a low, raspy voice with just the slightest twinge of anger detected. "That's what I like to see, you son of a bitch." His arm was shaking, and a bit of his drink spilled on the floor. "You remember.....you remember who the fuck you are. And that we didn't waste our time so you could roll over and fucking die for the people who will rebel for anything."
His attention turned back to the monitor with his competetion. The fire was in his eyes because of the notice he had gotten in the mail earlier, detailing what the new stipulations were, exactly, for the match at XVI Underground Attitude. Not only does he get a title shot........but he gets it in his second match? What an opportunity, he thought. If only I can unify these two lower-card titles into a more meaningful one........not only do I establish myself as a real contender in XVI......but I also join my comrade' Thor among the rank of champions. A win/win situation, he told himself. A graphic of Johnny Kaos then flashed across the screen.
"......You." The word left his lips silently and sharply. He took another sip of his cocktail. "The last time we met, Johnny Kaos.....you got through by the skin of your teeth. Not to mention that woman you assocate yourself with." Nikolai poured more tomato juice into his glass, and took yet another drink. "You're damned good competetion, mate.....and it'd be an absolute honor to face you again. Now only....only if you dropped the cocky attitude and the leech of a woman, you'd be a true human being instead of a parasite." A bit of laughter followed by a fit of coughing ensued. Picking up a plate of bread, he continued to watch the monitors as thoughts moved through his head at a million miles a minute. As the montage of Johnny Kaos ends, the montage of Panthera begins, and Nikolai spits out his bread.
"...What the shit?" He once again laughed to himself for a bit. "What the hell is this.......a Slipknot fanboy who plays too much fucking D&D? Well, mate...this one's for you. You seem to be a pretty damned good ring warrior, and you act a lot like Thor when he's not on that whole fire and brimstone trip. Trust me, I roomed with the dude in high school. It gets real old...real fast. And dude? Jimmy Jacobs called....he wants his gimmick back. But don't sweat it. Keep playing with fire....and you might just get burned. Besides, you have absolutely no idea how much I hate furries.....and I have always wanted to drink out of a tiger's skull. Get ready, Panthera. You're going to be in for the game of your life against me, and when all the cards are placed on the table, you will find that I have a royal flush."
Nikolai shook his head some more. All of these parasites were really getting to him, and each of his opponents seemed to infuriate him the more he learned about them. To relax himself, he put on "Iris" by the Goo Goo Dolls and poured himself another drink. This one was an absolute-and-orange screwdriver. Humming to himself a bit, he saw the next graphic come on-screen....this one belonging to Robert Sniper. His eyes narrowed to slits, his glass shattered in his hand, and he tossed the remains aside. Noticably shaking, he opened his mouth."
"I....I....and I thought the others were parasites." He stammered. "Who exactly do you think you are? Look folks. We have a rich-boy garbage wrestler who can't come up with a move of his own. I don't think there's a thing I like about you." He then pulled out and opened a bottle of Bacardi 151 and downed half of it. "You're not Kenta Kobashi, so you have NO business using the Burning Hammer. I don't know where you get off thinking a soul in this area enjoys that foul entrance music, and worst of all.....you're from inbred, bum fucked GEORGIA. What the hell, man? You're a lot like Thor before he decided to cut the crap and be himself. You're a parasite i'm going to ENJOY destroying, and utterly annihilating from the gene pool. Prepare yourself, because it's not going to be pretty. You have earned my ire, and it's a bad thing to have."
Calming himself down, he waited for the last three graphics. The two champions popped on screen.
"...Hah. Waste of time. And I expect at least one of them to pop out of the fucking woodwork and try to redeem themselves. Not so, parasites. Not so. Just le down and get this over with. The money's on the counter, and don't let the door hit you in the ass on the way out."
Finally, the graphic of him popped up. It showed a very detailed explanation of what his career had been like so far in XVI, and basically how much the fans despised him. One second later, broken glass littered the floor and smoke reached the celing as a bottle shattered the TV Screen. Nikolai King stood up, as he appeared as if he could shoot fire from his eyes and lightning from his ass.
"PREDICTABLE. You shoot the fucking messenger yet again. Well, i'll show you. I'll show ALL of you. I'm going to become champion, and i'm going to try my DAMNDEST to show every single one of you fucking worms what i've been trying to show you for years. And if I can't do it alone? I'm sure my dear friend will do me a favor. I'm going to destroy every single one of you parasitic leeches and show you the meaning of divine justice, and show EVERY SINGLE PARASTE HERE why I am called KING."
Nikolai proceeds to leave the room, leaving only a shocked cameraman and a wreck in his wake, cursing and fuming as he exits the room.