Post by Pat Stay on Sept 2, 2012 19:59:56 GMT -4
Walking down the ramp after his elimination by Carmen Rivera, unluckily for the rookie, he was caught off guard and was hit by two of her finishing moves. Shockwave almost complete, with only one match left on the card. Once Krunk reached the backstage area, he was met by no other then Meltdown’s interviewer, Hannah Storm. Removing his mask, he threw it into the small garbage can next to Hannah. A wide toothy grin could be seen on Krunk’s face, which confounded Meltdown interviewer.
“Didn’t you just lose a big match, one that would have given you a chance against Noble-Hart? It looks as if your happy with the outcome. If you won this match you might have been drafted to one of the main shows like Overdrive or Asylum!”
“Hannah, Hannah, Hannah, you just don’t get it do you? I don’t really care about the outcome of the match, or me having to lose my gear now because of Carmen Rivera. For all we know, she isn’t coming back to APW. If you didn’t see earlier, her boyfriend took her out for me so there is nothing left for me to do. I’ll get other opportunities at titles, no doubt about that. Even though this match wasn’t my best performance, I’ll get everyone in that match back in the future.”
“Some people speculate that you got yourself eliminated on purpose. If that’s the case, why would you do that to your partner and was it because of your match against him on Meltdown?”
“Whatever gave the people that kind of idea; I fell into Carmen’s trap and got eliminated. If I wanted to ditch Young Mannie, I could have done it earlier in the match and just left. I actually stayed in there with him and I truly wanted to work with him to get the chance to face Noble-Hart. It was my entire fault, and hopefully he forgives me, and if he doesn’t, I don’t really give a fuck about it. That little ‘dispute’ we had was nothing, all a part of the match.”
“You still haven’t explained to me the reason why you’re so happy.”
“Didn’t I say I’ll get my hands on everyone in that match, well it looks like my first victim will be Dante, thanks to Johnny Diamond. I’ll be able to whoop his ass on next week’s Meltdown and give him the ass whooping he deserves. The others will slowly come; I’ll just have to be patient and just wait for the openings.”
Krunk walked after completing his statement, giving no time for Hannah to ask any more questions, as he passed her, he’d follow through with a cartwheel to prove his sheer athleticism to Hannah. She shook her head before walking off in the opposite direction. Krunk just smiled as he continued off with what he was doing as it slowly faded to black.
Krunk walked into the weight room, smelling that heady scent of sweat and testosterone that seemed to permeate the room even while not in use. It seemed to invigorate the rookie, and Krunk walked further in, looking around. As usual, the hardwood floors gleamed, having been cleaned the night before, and set a perfect calming aura when combined with the jaded white paint. The machinery all seemed brand new: the smooth treadmills in the far back, with more of a pedal design to make the walking easier on the trainee; the leg curlers off to the left, with the weights in front so you could watch yourself lifting the weights and thereby increase your own self esteem; the blue, cushioned pads over to the right that brought to your attention the overhead pull ups that they were attached to; and of course in the middle, the single 4 sided arm bar, designed to do a multitude of different exercises to increase your upper body strength. The air conditioning was in full force in the room, which, since it was circular, cooled much faster than most rooms of its size, and already chilled Krunk. Even though Krunk was cold, he took off his shirt, tossing it into one of the dumbbell chairs near the door, and sat down. A single plant was there, plastic most likely, but it added a homely sense to the room. "I'm home," the rookie thought to himself, before grabbing two - twenty pound dumbbells and began doing squats.
A male noticed Krunk from another part of the gym, approaching him slowly. Walking up to where Krunk continued to execute perfect squats, the adolescent began to sweat in anticipation. The rookie was fully aware of the boy, and was quite confused by what the boy wanted.
“Is there anything I could do for you, I’m kind of in the middle of doing something.”
“Aren’t you Krunk, Krunk of APW? I’ve been watching all your matches in APW, and you might one of the coolest guys in there!”
“I didn’t know I had any fans, I think I’ve only been on APW for like a month. When did I ever get popular, or even get fans? Never did anything good for the fans but just fight crazily.”
“It’s okay. Well to tell you the truth only a few of us are actually fans of your work. Others just like the big dudes like the Champions or those crazy high flying dudes. We actually believe that you’ll make it big in the business. No joke about that, ever since your match with Calico, we’ve all been surprised.”[/color
“Damn, I never thought about it like that. I’ve been on a shitty streak since entering Meltdown. I’ve been put in some crazy matches but I’ve been losing a lot of them. All I can tell you is that I’m pretty grateful that I at least have fans.”
“Dude, you’re like a whole new kind of person that APW has never had. We’ve been actually waiting for someone just like you. I believe you’ll do something amazing this coming Wednesday, cause this Monday I’ll be there live and I’ll be cheering you from the sidelines.”
“Well then, hope to see you there. Pretty shocking to hear that I have a fan base anywhere. Nice to meet the people who enjoy my style of fighting.”
Bringing his hand out for the adolescent fan to give him handshake before departing the gym while the boy stayed in the gym jumping in joy, as the scene slowly faded to black.
This time the scene opens up in a bar with Krunk sitting in the center of the pub. It was completely empty besides the private bartender who stayed with Krunk to satisfy all his alcoholic needs. With a nice, cold can of beer in his hand. A wide toothy grin upon his visage, motioning the bartender to press the recording button. Once she pressed it, he nodded before beginning to speak.
“Okay, okay. Well it seems I’m going to be in another crazy match. Though I got a special feeling about this one, especially due to the fact that I’ll get another chance at Dante. We even got another person in this match, another upcoming rookie who thinks he’s going to win this match easy just because you gave Mr. Dangerous an ass whooping.”
“Now you call yourself an Italian mobster, which makes me laugh so hard. Just because you got money and try to flash off some fake jewelry, and beat some new guys in the game that you’re a monster now? I can tell you that Mr. Dangerous is shit compared to me, I’ve already gave him one helluva ass whooping and that’s nothing compared to what I’ll be giving you tomorrow on Meltdown. I’ll turn you back into a little piece of shit, oh wait, you were a piece of shit the whole damn time. So all I got to do is knock that cocky smirk off your face and hurt you permanently. Hurt you and whatever Italian culture your representing, you and your friends remind me of one of those shitty Italian mafia movies.”
“Dante, all I want to do is bring back that pain you brought on yourself when you entered that match at Shockwave. Luckily I don’t have to kick your partner’s ass that was already done by her boyfriend. All I have to do is knock the shit out of you repeatedly until you’re scarred permanently. Hard enough that you’ll remember me forever especially during the whole time you’re here on APW. Your face make up job is garbage; seriously, you really need to stop doing that kind of shit.”
“Now tomorrow I’ll to bring a message tomorrow. Especially when I kick both of their asses, this isn’t the normal ass kicking every single wrestler speaks of in the APW. I’m here to bring some serious pain no doubt about that, so no more bullshit. The Italian monster and the emo gothic dude better expect some pain tomorrow. I’m pretty serious to, no joke. Everyone better get ready, cause this is for real!”
“Didn’t you just lose a big match, one that would have given you a chance against Noble-Hart? It looks as if your happy with the outcome. If you won this match you might have been drafted to one of the main shows like Overdrive or Asylum!”
“Hannah, Hannah, Hannah, you just don’t get it do you? I don’t really care about the outcome of the match, or me having to lose my gear now because of Carmen Rivera. For all we know, she isn’t coming back to APW. If you didn’t see earlier, her boyfriend took her out for me so there is nothing left for me to do. I’ll get other opportunities at titles, no doubt about that. Even though this match wasn’t my best performance, I’ll get everyone in that match back in the future.”
“Some people speculate that you got yourself eliminated on purpose. If that’s the case, why would you do that to your partner and was it because of your match against him on Meltdown?”
“Whatever gave the people that kind of idea; I fell into Carmen’s trap and got eliminated. If I wanted to ditch Young Mannie, I could have done it earlier in the match and just left. I actually stayed in there with him and I truly wanted to work with him to get the chance to face Noble-Hart. It was my entire fault, and hopefully he forgives me, and if he doesn’t, I don’t really give a fuck about it. That little ‘dispute’ we had was nothing, all a part of the match.”
“You still haven’t explained to me the reason why you’re so happy.”
“Didn’t I say I’ll get my hands on everyone in that match, well it looks like my first victim will be Dante, thanks to Johnny Diamond. I’ll be able to whoop his ass on next week’s Meltdown and give him the ass whooping he deserves. The others will slowly come; I’ll just have to be patient and just wait for the openings.”
Krunk walked after completing his statement, giving no time for Hannah to ask any more questions, as he passed her, he’d follow through with a cartwheel to prove his sheer athleticism to Hannah. She shook her head before walking off in the opposite direction. Krunk just smiled as he continued off with what he was doing as it slowly faded to black.
Krunk walked into the weight room, smelling that heady scent of sweat and testosterone that seemed to permeate the room even while not in use. It seemed to invigorate the rookie, and Krunk walked further in, looking around. As usual, the hardwood floors gleamed, having been cleaned the night before, and set a perfect calming aura when combined with the jaded white paint. The machinery all seemed brand new: the smooth treadmills in the far back, with more of a pedal design to make the walking easier on the trainee; the leg curlers off to the left, with the weights in front so you could watch yourself lifting the weights and thereby increase your own self esteem; the blue, cushioned pads over to the right that brought to your attention the overhead pull ups that they were attached to; and of course in the middle, the single 4 sided arm bar, designed to do a multitude of different exercises to increase your upper body strength. The air conditioning was in full force in the room, which, since it was circular, cooled much faster than most rooms of its size, and already chilled Krunk. Even though Krunk was cold, he took off his shirt, tossing it into one of the dumbbell chairs near the door, and sat down. A single plant was there, plastic most likely, but it added a homely sense to the room. "I'm home," the rookie thought to himself, before grabbing two - twenty pound dumbbells and began doing squats.
A male noticed Krunk from another part of the gym, approaching him slowly. Walking up to where Krunk continued to execute perfect squats, the adolescent began to sweat in anticipation. The rookie was fully aware of the boy, and was quite confused by what the boy wanted.
“Is there anything I could do for you, I’m kind of in the middle of doing something.”
“Aren’t you Krunk, Krunk of APW? I’ve been watching all your matches in APW, and you might one of the coolest guys in there!”
“I didn’t know I had any fans, I think I’ve only been on APW for like a month. When did I ever get popular, or even get fans? Never did anything good for the fans but just fight crazily.”
“It’s okay. Well to tell you the truth only a few of us are actually fans of your work. Others just like the big dudes like the Champions or those crazy high flying dudes. We actually believe that you’ll make it big in the business. No joke about that, ever since your match with Calico, we’ve all been surprised.”[/color
“Damn, I never thought about it like that. I’ve been on a shitty streak since entering Meltdown. I’ve been put in some crazy matches but I’ve been losing a lot of them. All I can tell you is that I’m pretty grateful that I at least have fans.”
“Dude, you’re like a whole new kind of person that APW has never had. We’ve been actually waiting for someone just like you. I believe you’ll do something amazing this coming Wednesday, cause this Monday I’ll be there live and I’ll be cheering you from the sidelines.”
“Well then, hope to see you there. Pretty shocking to hear that I have a fan base anywhere. Nice to meet the people who enjoy my style of fighting.”
Bringing his hand out for the adolescent fan to give him handshake before departing the gym while the boy stayed in the gym jumping in joy, as the scene slowly faded to black.
This time the scene opens up in a bar with Krunk sitting in the center of the pub. It was completely empty besides the private bartender who stayed with Krunk to satisfy all his alcoholic needs. With a nice, cold can of beer in his hand. A wide toothy grin upon his visage, motioning the bartender to press the recording button. Once she pressed it, he nodded before beginning to speak.
“Okay, okay. Well it seems I’m going to be in another crazy match. Though I got a special feeling about this one, especially due to the fact that I’ll get another chance at Dante. We even got another person in this match, another upcoming rookie who thinks he’s going to win this match easy just because you gave Mr. Dangerous an ass whooping.”
“Now you call yourself an Italian mobster, which makes me laugh so hard. Just because you got money and try to flash off some fake jewelry, and beat some new guys in the game that you’re a monster now? I can tell you that Mr. Dangerous is shit compared to me, I’ve already gave him one helluva ass whooping and that’s nothing compared to what I’ll be giving you tomorrow on Meltdown. I’ll turn you back into a little piece of shit, oh wait, you were a piece of shit the whole damn time. So all I got to do is knock that cocky smirk off your face and hurt you permanently. Hurt you and whatever Italian culture your representing, you and your friends remind me of one of those shitty Italian mafia movies.”
“Dante, all I want to do is bring back that pain you brought on yourself when you entered that match at Shockwave. Luckily I don’t have to kick your partner’s ass that was already done by her boyfriend. All I have to do is knock the shit out of you repeatedly until you’re scarred permanently. Hard enough that you’ll remember me forever especially during the whole time you’re here on APW. Your face make up job is garbage; seriously, you really need to stop doing that kind of shit.”
“Now tomorrow I’ll to bring a message tomorrow. Especially when I kick both of their asses, this isn’t the normal ass kicking every single wrestler speaks of in the APW. I’m here to bring some serious pain no doubt about that, so no more bullshit. The Italian monster and the emo gothic dude better expect some pain tomorrow. I’m pretty serious to, no joke. Everyone better get ready, cause this is for real!”
