Post by Nikolai Molotov on Jul 27, 2008 1:36:11 GMT -4
Why must everything be about war? Combat this and battles that. There really never seems to be a line between past and present when a combatant tries to make you look like a fool. I’ve always been keen to point out words. ‘Trying’ is one word I’ve come to get sick of. People try and try, but when all bullshit is pushed aside and the dust settles, it’s “The Red Scare” who stands tall. Again, people try to act like my past is no concern, but my past is beginning to look very similar to my present. It’s only a matter of time until the reign begins and the American patriotism comes to a close with a shy note of self disgust.
We come back to the regular programming. Cameras follow Nikolai through the maze of halls backstage. White wall to wall is all that’s shown for the next two minutes as the lens keeps its eye on “The Red Scare”. The hallways give off a soft echo from the main stage of the arena. Fans continue to show their true colors of hatred towards Molotov. As the camera man tries to keep up with Nikolai, we watch as he comes across two crew members talking. One word is all it takes for Nikolai stop in his tracks and take a step back to join the conversation; ‘Lively’.
_[glow=red,2,300]crew member #1[/glow]-// Man did you catch a glimpse at Michael’s entrance a little bit ago. Woo, he put on a damn good show. Of course I helped set up the pyrotechnics, but that’s beside the point. The guy might be an asshole, but he puts on a damn good show.
Raising a curious eyebrow, Nikolai looks over at the other crew member as he crosses his arms. Quickly uncrossing his arms to make sure a crease doesn’t show in his expensive white suit, Molotov runs his hands through his hair pushing it back, almost as a nervous habit.
_[glow=red,2,300]crew member #2[/glow]-// You bet your ass I saw that entrance! I’m the one who set off those sound effects on the PA system. Just used a few sound clips from Saving Private Ryan and Hamburger Hi-
The crew member is quickly cut off by Nikolai as he covers the man’s mouth with his hand. With his eyes closed and a smile on his face, Nikolai turns his head down to the ground and shakes it in disapproval. He then looks back up at the crew member whose mouth is still covered and the smile goes away. With his eyes no open and seeming to pierce the very soul of the man, Nikolai speaks.
_[glow=red,2,300]Nikolai[/glow]-// You Americans are all the same. Always concentrating on the glamour and never the task that’s at hand. [pause] War games. That’s all it is to you people. It can never be about anything more. You’re all dazzled at the bright lights and loud sounds. You and your f!@$ing Fourth of July is the senseless cause of that. When there is a time to be as patriotic as you can, it’s when there is one man who tries to be as brave as he can to show the colors of red, white and blue. It’s always the bad times, the sad times, and the lowest times when you have the stereo typical democrats crawling out of their holes to say a few words so someone will hear their cries for attention. [removing his hand] I’m sure even you feel that tingle in your stomach. That little feeling telling you to stand up, take your hat off, bake an apple pie, ride around in a ford pick up truck, raise your flag high in the air…and put your hand on your heart. [pause] Don’t you!
Flinching at the last shouted words from Nikolai, the crew member lets out a low sigh and peeps out, ‘yes’. Laughing to himself, Molotov steps away from the man as he watches the crew members gather themselves and hurry to flee “The Red Scare”. Noticing that the camera man is still behind him, Nikolai turns back towards the lens and continues to speak a few words.
_[glow=red,2,300]Nikolai[/glow]-// It’s all fun and war games until someone gets their ego crushed. I’m already sick of you big headed Americans preaching about self righteous patriotism. What have you done in this last year to show your colors? What? Raised a flag half massed to the memory of a man whom no one knows the name of. Hell, which person here has even raised their flag for their country recently? [pause] Any of you? It’s always nice to show your neighborhood, ‘hey, I’m an American just like you’, but at what cost to your own pride do you stand up and be honest with yourself? Michael Lively, the self proclaimed Jesus of wrestling…pfft, what a joke. You prance around the camera in your newly, I repeat, newly dawned uniform and expect those people to cheer for you. May not act like you enjoy the attention, but you love the fact that you can instantly pull the American card out and become and instant hero. Disgusting.
Turning his back towards the lens, we continue to listen to Nikolai speak as he walks down the hallways looking for his locker room to get ready for the match. With attention still turned away from the camera, he continues to speak up about the situation at hand.
_[glow=red,2,300]Nikolai[/glow]-// With times like these it’s always easy to hate the outsider. To hate the difference in a pool of known faces. Not to get too personal, but I’m sure a shiver still runs down your spin when you see a man wearing a turban at the airport. Terrorist is the first word that comes to mind, I’m sure, and that’s the same hospitality you all treat me with since I’ve come to this company. Like I’ve said, you all show your true colors when the time calls for it, whether it be the red, white or blue…even yellow. You may wear yours on your heart, but I bleed mine. Red is the only color that runs through these veins. The Soviet dream still lives on and will continue until my last day here. [pause] Funny…the only difference between you people and myself is that you all let your countries dream shine on his most dreary days. I, on the other hand, let mine shine throughout its existence. Though I may not come bearing combat boots and camouflage, but I’m still ready for what’s coming to me, and that is the Overdrive title. [laughing] Michael, you can run your mouth all you want about how you live and breath that damned belt, but when it comes down to it, I’m just here to take your life away. [laughing] Then…if you show up the next day, title less of course, you can truly be called Jesus, because everything that you’ve known to be yours as your life, will be around my waist. When that time does come, that one win title reign you’re so proud of, will come to an end. Undefeated…pfft, typical American; always proud of the small things.
Arriving at his locker room door, Nikolai puts a hand on the door knob as the camera man quickly steps back to get a better shot of the title contender before Molotov gets ready. Fixing his suit color and tie before opening the door, we watch as “The Red Scare” turns back towards the lens and says a few last words.
_[glow=red,2,300]Nikolai[/glow]-// Talk is cheap and in most cases so is ammunition. Maybe that’s why you use phrases like ‘guns loaded’ and bullshit. Tonight, Lively, when you finally do step into the ring with me, leave the camouflage behind. Don’t shine the combat boots; just keep them in your locker. And for gods’ sake; don’t pay two crew members a few extra dollars to make you look so glamorous, because when I get a hold of you, I’ll make sure that that locomotive you talked about riding, looks like it just ran you the f!@$ over…
Slamming the door behind him, the scene fades to black as the APW programming goes to commercial. With only a few hours left until his first title match, it’s only obvious Nikolai...is ready. Ready to release Michael of his championship duties and crown himself the first Russian to hold an APW championship in the company. One question; will it come so easy?
We come back to the regular programming. Cameras follow Nikolai through the maze of halls backstage. White wall to wall is all that’s shown for the next two minutes as the lens keeps its eye on “The Red Scare”. The hallways give off a soft echo from the main stage of the arena. Fans continue to show their true colors of hatred towards Molotov. As the camera man tries to keep up with Nikolai, we watch as he comes across two crew members talking. One word is all it takes for Nikolai stop in his tracks and take a step back to join the conversation; ‘Lively’.
_[glow=red,2,300]crew member #1[/glow]-// Man did you catch a glimpse at Michael’s entrance a little bit ago. Woo, he put on a damn good show. Of course I helped set up the pyrotechnics, but that’s beside the point. The guy might be an asshole, but he puts on a damn good show.
Raising a curious eyebrow, Nikolai looks over at the other crew member as he crosses his arms. Quickly uncrossing his arms to make sure a crease doesn’t show in his expensive white suit, Molotov runs his hands through his hair pushing it back, almost as a nervous habit.
_[glow=red,2,300]crew member #2[/glow]-// You bet your ass I saw that entrance! I’m the one who set off those sound effects on the PA system. Just used a few sound clips from Saving Private Ryan and Hamburger Hi-
The crew member is quickly cut off by Nikolai as he covers the man’s mouth with his hand. With his eyes closed and a smile on his face, Nikolai turns his head down to the ground and shakes it in disapproval. He then looks back up at the crew member whose mouth is still covered and the smile goes away. With his eyes no open and seeming to pierce the very soul of the man, Nikolai speaks.
_[glow=red,2,300]Nikolai[/glow]-// You Americans are all the same. Always concentrating on the glamour and never the task that’s at hand. [pause] War games. That’s all it is to you people. It can never be about anything more. You’re all dazzled at the bright lights and loud sounds. You and your f!@$ing Fourth of July is the senseless cause of that. When there is a time to be as patriotic as you can, it’s when there is one man who tries to be as brave as he can to show the colors of red, white and blue. It’s always the bad times, the sad times, and the lowest times when you have the stereo typical democrats crawling out of their holes to say a few words so someone will hear their cries for attention. [removing his hand] I’m sure even you feel that tingle in your stomach. That little feeling telling you to stand up, take your hat off, bake an apple pie, ride around in a ford pick up truck, raise your flag high in the air…and put your hand on your heart. [pause] Don’t you!
Flinching at the last shouted words from Nikolai, the crew member lets out a low sigh and peeps out, ‘yes’. Laughing to himself, Molotov steps away from the man as he watches the crew members gather themselves and hurry to flee “The Red Scare”. Noticing that the camera man is still behind him, Nikolai turns back towards the lens and continues to speak a few words.
_[glow=red,2,300]Nikolai[/glow]-// It’s all fun and war games until someone gets their ego crushed. I’m already sick of you big headed Americans preaching about self righteous patriotism. What have you done in this last year to show your colors? What? Raised a flag half massed to the memory of a man whom no one knows the name of. Hell, which person here has even raised their flag for their country recently? [pause] Any of you? It’s always nice to show your neighborhood, ‘hey, I’m an American just like you’, but at what cost to your own pride do you stand up and be honest with yourself? Michael Lively, the self proclaimed Jesus of wrestling…pfft, what a joke. You prance around the camera in your newly, I repeat, newly dawned uniform and expect those people to cheer for you. May not act like you enjoy the attention, but you love the fact that you can instantly pull the American card out and become and instant hero. Disgusting.
Turning his back towards the lens, we continue to listen to Nikolai speak as he walks down the hallways looking for his locker room to get ready for the match. With attention still turned away from the camera, he continues to speak up about the situation at hand.
_[glow=red,2,300]Nikolai[/glow]-// With times like these it’s always easy to hate the outsider. To hate the difference in a pool of known faces. Not to get too personal, but I’m sure a shiver still runs down your spin when you see a man wearing a turban at the airport. Terrorist is the first word that comes to mind, I’m sure, and that’s the same hospitality you all treat me with since I’ve come to this company. Like I’ve said, you all show your true colors when the time calls for it, whether it be the red, white or blue…even yellow. You may wear yours on your heart, but I bleed mine. Red is the only color that runs through these veins. The Soviet dream still lives on and will continue until my last day here. [pause] Funny…the only difference between you people and myself is that you all let your countries dream shine on his most dreary days. I, on the other hand, let mine shine throughout its existence. Though I may not come bearing combat boots and camouflage, but I’m still ready for what’s coming to me, and that is the Overdrive title. [laughing] Michael, you can run your mouth all you want about how you live and breath that damned belt, but when it comes down to it, I’m just here to take your life away. [laughing] Then…if you show up the next day, title less of course, you can truly be called Jesus, because everything that you’ve known to be yours as your life, will be around my waist. When that time does come, that one win title reign you’re so proud of, will come to an end. Undefeated…pfft, typical American; always proud of the small things.
Arriving at his locker room door, Nikolai puts a hand on the door knob as the camera man quickly steps back to get a better shot of the title contender before Molotov gets ready. Fixing his suit color and tie before opening the door, we watch as “The Red Scare” turns back towards the lens and says a few last words.
_[glow=red,2,300]Nikolai[/glow]-// Talk is cheap and in most cases so is ammunition. Maybe that’s why you use phrases like ‘guns loaded’ and bullshit. Tonight, Lively, when you finally do step into the ring with me, leave the camouflage behind. Don’t shine the combat boots; just keep them in your locker. And for gods’ sake; don’t pay two crew members a few extra dollars to make you look so glamorous, because when I get a hold of you, I’ll make sure that that locomotive you talked about riding, looks like it just ran you the f!@$ over…
Slamming the door behind him, the scene fades to black as the APW programming goes to commercial. With only a few hours left until his first title match, it’s only obvious Nikolai...is ready. Ready to release Michael of his championship duties and crown himself the first Russian to hold an APW championship in the company. One question; will it come so easy?
