Post by Nikolai Molotov on Jul 27, 2008 0:09:20 GMT -4
Who knew these last few hours would come to this. The clock ticks down to the few final seconds the Overdrive Championship changes hands. Two self proclaimed patriots stand toe to toe with the title strode between them. In circumstances like this, every American believes their self to be a patriot when put against a man like Nikolai. But this time, the ally will fall and the axis will prevail.
We come to another episode of APW programming. The crowd is on their feet, all in wait of the next best wrestler to show their face. Appearances by many of the rosters finest have been made to the viewers attention. Speaking out about their matches in the following night; though some more personal then others. Before Harvey and Chase can say a word about what they’ve seen tonight, the lights throughout the arena fade to black. Soon enough, the flood lights beam red and strobe lights start to flare. “Slavery and Suffering” by The Red Army Choir hits the sound system and an uproar of boos echo throughout the arena. Cameramen focus on the center stage as “The Red Scare” Nikolai Molotov pears out through the black velvet curtain. With a microphone in one hand and shot glass in the other, we watch as he out stretches his arms at the top of the ramp and looks up above him. The communist Soviet flag slowly drapes above Nikolai slightly waving in the air. Bringing his arms back in, he holds the microphone to his side and takes the vodka shot with his other hand. Tossing the glass out towards the crowd before spitting at the ground in disgust, we watch as Nikolai straightens his silk tie and fixes the cufflinks to his suit. Things begin to turn back to normal as Molotov’s theme music fades into the bewildering boos coming from the crowd. With a half assed grin on his face, Nikolai raises the microphone to his lips and speaks out.
_[glow=red,2,300]Nikolai[/glow]-// Let’s cut the shit. I’ve come out here to let my presence be known to our Overdrive Champion, Michael Lively. A few days ago he just happened to catch my attention with the few words he said with his own mother by his side. [pause] How sweet of you Michael. Sorry to say, I could not bring my “mommy” with me tonight, she had plans of her own to play bingo…not wipe my tears and powder my ass like your mother seems to do for you. [crowd boos] Do not get me wrong, it’s adorable how she corrects you, but don’t expect for anyone to be around to tie your loose ends in our match. One slip is all it takes and that belt gets wrapped around my waist, Michael. We’re all aware how this is just my second match in this company, but what most are not aware of is my previous experience in the ring already. [smiles] Do not disregard my warning, Michael; I will unleash hell in that ring.
Everyone in the arena stand out of their seats shouting in hate at “The Red Scare”. Chants can be heard in a slight mumble. No one knows which one to start, whether to start a USA chant, a Jesus chant, or the always famous ‘bullshit’ chant. That familiar grin spreads across Nikolai’s face once more as he brings the microphone back to speak.
_[glow=red,2,300]Nikolai[/glow]-// Oh that’s right...this match is supposed to my first taste of embarrassment. Well let me tell you something, Mr. America…you don’t have the slightest clue what “The Red Scare” truly means until you step toe to toe with it. You want to stand in front of the camera and mumble lies to these people, your fellow Americans. Don’t kid yourself, Lively. Sure you’ve done such a great job holding onto that belt for me until it was my time to take it off your hands, but that time has come. [crowd boos] You see, you’re sadly mistaken. Your sacrifice... it’s nothing but a title loss. Any way you look at it, it’s nothing to be deemed righteous over. Mark my words, Michael, The Red Reign will begin at Apocalypse. And being the kind hearted man I am, I will give you the chance to earn back your title if it’s allowed. [crowd boos] What!? None of you f!@&ing Americans know what Jeff will say! For all you know, he could be setting up an entire line of other competitors for “The Red Scare” to take care of after I claim what’s mine. [motions down to his waist] I hope you haven’t gotten too comfortable with that weight around your waist, Michael, because in less than twenty-four hours, I’m going to rip it off. [pause] Long live the Soviet dream…we will soon see the Red Reign begin…
Sending the arena in an uproar, “Slavery and Suffering” by The Red Army Choir hits the PA system and the hum fades in. Giving the old farmers blow to the stage and spitting in disgust towards the crowd, Nikolai tosses the microphone aside and turns back around to head back behind the curtain. Leaving the newly patriotic viewers in an upset, it seems as if Molotov has said what has needed to be. Only question is if it has caught the attention of Michael Lively. Will the appearance of Nikolai set the Overdrive Champion on another temper tantrum or will “The White Lion” say what’s on his mind as well? All questions left unasked as APW programming goes back to commercial and the scene fades to black.
We come to another episode of APW programming. The crowd is on their feet, all in wait of the next best wrestler to show their face. Appearances by many of the rosters finest have been made to the viewers attention. Speaking out about their matches in the following night; though some more personal then others. Before Harvey and Chase can say a word about what they’ve seen tonight, the lights throughout the arena fade to black. Soon enough, the flood lights beam red and strobe lights start to flare. “Slavery and Suffering” by The Red Army Choir hits the sound system and an uproar of boos echo throughout the arena. Cameramen focus on the center stage as “The Red Scare” Nikolai Molotov pears out through the black velvet curtain. With a microphone in one hand and shot glass in the other, we watch as he out stretches his arms at the top of the ramp and looks up above him. The communist Soviet flag slowly drapes above Nikolai slightly waving in the air. Bringing his arms back in, he holds the microphone to his side and takes the vodka shot with his other hand. Tossing the glass out towards the crowd before spitting at the ground in disgust, we watch as Nikolai straightens his silk tie and fixes the cufflinks to his suit. Things begin to turn back to normal as Molotov’s theme music fades into the bewildering boos coming from the crowd. With a half assed grin on his face, Nikolai raises the microphone to his lips and speaks out.
_[glow=red,2,300]Nikolai[/glow]-// Let’s cut the shit. I’ve come out here to let my presence be known to our Overdrive Champion, Michael Lively. A few days ago he just happened to catch my attention with the few words he said with his own mother by his side. [pause] How sweet of you Michael. Sorry to say, I could not bring my “mommy” with me tonight, she had plans of her own to play bingo…not wipe my tears and powder my ass like your mother seems to do for you. [crowd boos] Do not get me wrong, it’s adorable how she corrects you, but don’t expect for anyone to be around to tie your loose ends in our match. One slip is all it takes and that belt gets wrapped around my waist, Michael. We’re all aware how this is just my second match in this company, but what most are not aware of is my previous experience in the ring already. [smiles] Do not disregard my warning, Michael; I will unleash hell in that ring.
Everyone in the arena stand out of their seats shouting in hate at “The Red Scare”. Chants can be heard in a slight mumble. No one knows which one to start, whether to start a USA chant, a Jesus chant, or the always famous ‘bullshit’ chant. That familiar grin spreads across Nikolai’s face once more as he brings the microphone back to speak.
_[glow=red,2,300]Nikolai[/glow]-// Oh that’s right...this match is supposed to my first taste of embarrassment. Well let me tell you something, Mr. America…you don’t have the slightest clue what “The Red Scare” truly means until you step toe to toe with it. You want to stand in front of the camera and mumble lies to these people, your fellow Americans. Don’t kid yourself, Lively. Sure you’ve done such a great job holding onto that belt for me until it was my time to take it off your hands, but that time has come. [crowd boos] You see, you’re sadly mistaken. Your sacrifice... it’s nothing but a title loss. Any way you look at it, it’s nothing to be deemed righteous over. Mark my words, Michael, The Red Reign will begin at Apocalypse. And being the kind hearted man I am, I will give you the chance to earn back your title if it’s allowed. [crowd boos] What!? None of you f!@&ing Americans know what Jeff will say! For all you know, he could be setting up an entire line of other competitors for “The Red Scare” to take care of after I claim what’s mine. [motions down to his waist] I hope you haven’t gotten too comfortable with that weight around your waist, Michael, because in less than twenty-four hours, I’m going to rip it off. [pause] Long live the Soviet dream…we will soon see the Red Reign begin…
Sending the arena in an uproar, “Slavery and Suffering” by The Red Army Choir hits the PA system and the hum fades in. Giving the old farmers blow to the stage and spitting in disgust towards the crowd, Nikolai tosses the microphone aside and turns back around to head back behind the curtain. Leaving the newly patriotic viewers in an upset, it seems as if Molotov has said what has needed to be. Only question is if it has caught the attention of Michael Lively. Will the appearance of Nikolai set the Overdrive Champion on another temper tantrum or will “The White Lion” say what’s on his mind as well? All questions left unasked as APW programming goes back to commercial and the scene fades to black.
