Post by Pat Stay on Aug 4, 2012 22:12:41 GMT -4
- Right After The Match -
Back during the match where he knew that he lost the instant his own opponents music had turn on, it triggered an irritating feeling within himself. Out of no where he was hit with a kick hard enough to bring him down and keep him down for the pin. How was it possible? Many questions running through his mind, all lacking the true answers he needed. Yet there was still a mere smile upon his face. He did kick a single ass up on the ring, Mr. Dangerous. Which wasn't that much of a feat if you actually understood that he didn't know how to fight, whipping Mr. Dangerous's ass with ease during the match. Getting to his feet, noticing the smug look on the winner. Reminded him of the insulting remark he asserted.
Walking up the ramp he heard all the cheer's, the loud roaring continued as he kept on walking at his slow pace. "DON'T GIVE UP!" Looking straight up into the many people in the stage, encouraged, raised both his fists up high similar to a winner. The lost wasn't big enough to impact Krunk. Leaving to his appointment, hoping to make it in time.
Arriving to Hannah Storm's private room. Knocking once before opening the door, where she sat on the couch in her small room. It was a prearranged interview the female wanted to have with the rookie. Motioning Krunk to sit next herself. He would do the following as they began the interview.
Hannah Storm[/color] Krunk, it seems you had the match in your hand, but as they all say, no one has eyes on the back of there head. While you were brawling the notorious Mr. Dangerous, John Combe was able to pull the win. Are satisfied with this outcome?
Krunk[/color] To tell you the truth, I don't know how I'm feeling. I think I should be disappointed but I feel happy. Not with the loss, but with the people screaming my name as they witnessed The Krunk kick some ass while he was in the Meltdown ring. If I was just an second earlier in kicking Mr. Dangerous's ass I would've been able to get on with Combe.
Hannah Storm[/color] We also heard the rumors escalating between you and Combe, involving insults, could they be true or false?
Krunk[/color] Well not even I know much about this. The only thing that I can tell you that's true is that Combe did call me a punk. Something uncalled for, but what you might expect is me calling him out soon. I want him and me in that ring, not another guy getting involved.
Hannah Storm[/color] So what your saying is that you want one on one match with John Combe?
Krunk[/color] Yes that's what the Krunk wants. He wants to get in the ring with that man, the only man between us should be the ref. I want to pummel him bad enough that he won't be able to get up that night. Well you know I can't keep worrying about that kinda stuff and I need to keep moving forward with myself.
Hannah Storm[/color] With this loss you might get overlooked like you said earlier today. Do you still care about that or do you have a different reasoning?
Krunk[/color] Well you can say now I got a different reasoning besides the one I stated before. This time I don't care about all this fuss about the must win type of matches. Its all about the mindset, gotta go in with idea in your head that you already got the match in the bag. Its just a change, something different about this whole mindset of mine. My next match, I'll have to bring my 100% or it would have been for nothing. Everything has to change for Krunk or he'll be on a losing streak. And I think no one wants to see that.
Hannah Storm[/color] Well that's it. All I needed from you tonight. Hopefully we'll see each other next week.
The scene slowly fading to black after Krunk departed Hannah Storm's private locker room.
Living life was his main goal, not prepping himself for matches or exercising his body. None of those things mattered for Krunk. His second time traveling outside of Washington and was fun this time around as he received his pay. Krunk was well accommodated. APW took care of his airfare and where he would stay in that week. The only thing Krunk needed to take care of was the alcohol. Supplying himself with many brands of beer on the way from the airport to the special hotel, Mandarin Oriental San Francisco. One of the most luxurious hotels in San Francisco, which excited the rookie.
The scene opening to a large white room. Most of the room occupied by one large king sized bed against a wall behind it. A big flat-screen TV in front of the bed, pinned on the wall and raised upwards. The white carpeting looked new, as if it was just recently cleaned. To the right of the extravagant bed, was wide window that had astounding views of the many ionic area's of San Francisco. Including the Golden Gate Bridge and the San Francisco Bay. Krunk, the only person in the room, laying on the enormous bed, wearing a white bathrobe, with the initials "M.O.S.F" on the right pectoral area of the bathrobe. Observing the TV screen, watching matches involving diva's wrestling. A beer in his right hand, and another beer in his left hand. A wide toothy grin visible on his face as he watched, but with the corner of his eye he noticed the Rec •[/color] sign flickering on his Panasonic camcorder. Placing one of his beers down before picking up the remote with his free hand, and with the press of a button, the TV shut off. Krunk then turned to face the camcorder, the grin still on his mouth. Taking two more sips of each can, before dropping them both on the ground.
Krunk[/color] Well you see now, I got my match already set up by no other then the GM. This time I think he brought me down a level due to my lost last week. I always chuckle every time I take a glance at the Match Card. I've been asking myself for a couple of days why the damn GM of Meltdown do this to me. But hey, who gives a shit, another obstacle I'll have to go through if I need to make it to the top of the ladder. I'm still puzzled, and I just gotta bad feeling about this whole match. Its gonna be breathtaking, and I still haven't found a way out of it.
Krunk[/color] Well I'll be in another triple threat match, but this time I'll be fighting two Diva's in the ring. Well I'm just gonna have to tell you the truth, this is much more dangerous then fighting two guys. I've been trying to study how diva's fight, and my god its dangerous. I don't need to worry about the females, I have to be worrying about myself during this match. Luckily I don't got that much hair, so no need to avoid that hair pulling.
Krunk[/color] I've been watching some footage of the two I'm fighting this week on Meltdown. Well one I've been focused on is one that's from the same state as me. She's one helluva wrestler and I can tell from some of the shit I've actually been watching. She's pretty agile in the ring, and her grappling is one of the best. But damn! She has aggression issues! It looks as if she's trying to kill everyone she's fighting. Watching video's of her matches always give me those damn goosebumps. After watching one video I was forcing myself to watch the others. Damn after this week, hopefully I don't get to see her ass again.
Picking up another beer, and taking another sip before placing it down on the table right next to his bed.
Krunk[/color] Well my other one seems much more normal then the other. I think she has more experience then me in the ring and she might be able of taking the win this week. She also got that "experience" factor many of the veterans talk about now. She is also a damn High Flying machine, and she is gonna be throwing them high risk moves all around the damn ring. Something I'm not really fond of. Now she might kick me off my feet but hey, its all fun in games when these girls are flying.
Krunk[/color] Now I did fall out and lose my match last week. I believe in change, and I have a dream, where I kick both there blonde asses in the damn ring. Whenever I see the perfect chance, the match will be over. With my hand raised over both Calico and Jayden. I can guarantee you that I'll be kicking both there asses, and break open a can whoop ass. I'll have to hit you both with the Ambition I got.
Scene goes to black after Krunk hurls the beer can he held at the camcorder's lens, destroying and the screen suddenly go black.
