Post by Pat Stay on Oct 14, 2012 13:00:10 GMT -4
Life wasn’t easy, everyone knew that and but some failed to understand that concept. Losing matches were nothing more to the Natural then a lesson, learning things about the company on a weekly basis. While others began to question his ability as a wrestler, he never took it as nothing more than fuel. Something to use against his opponent next week, his dedication to his training was rising as well as his resolve to have some gold around his waist for the first time in his life. Everyone continues to watch Krunk, and wonder about his future in APW.
Our hero is seen shouldering through many people on one of the busy sidewalks of Chicago. The Man Gravity Forgot decided that it was time to wander the streets aimlessly and see what he would find all alone due to the gruesome training he had been going through ever since hearing about him being a part of the championship. Continuing to walk, Krunk was aware of a shady figure following him since leaving his hotel room. The rookie even took turns purposely to cement these claims he held in his head. Krunk turned back to check the shady figure but he hid himself the instant he noticed Krunk’s head turning.
The wrestler was beginning to question himself so he decided to take one more turn to challenge his own thoughts. He began to sweat, anxiously waiting for the man to follow. Krunk had begun to hear rumors about things that have happened, these things that concerned other famous figures. His head was titled downwards until he rose up, and he noticed that he walked into a dead end. Germaine swiftly turned around in attempt to leave and return to the busy sidewalk but he was stopped. Someone stood before him wearing a hat that obscured the upper half of his face.
Instead of keeping a calm composure his hand moved to his pocket for his cellphone, yet he was hesitant, what if it was just another fan? These questions began racing back and forth in his mind but something stopped him from thinking. Something he wasn’t aware of until now.
The shady figure had a gun in his hand and pointed it towards Krunk.
“If you don’t do as I say, you’ll have a bullet in your head.”
Krunk came to a halt as he raised both his hands up in the air. It was then when a limousine pulled up into the alley, he had no choice but to succumb to the stranger’s demands. The shady figure began to approach Krunk, until they were face to face. The rookie was motionless, until the stranger kicked him in groin, a sudden low blow. Clutching his balls Krunk fell, weeping in pain. The figure revealed a brown bag, before putting on Krunk’s head. Everything was darkened, while all that was heard was groaning as Krunk’s body as pushed into the limousine.
The scene faded to black with the limousine driving away rather fast… to fast.
Others talk of inspirational people, things that influenced you and your future. It’s hard to explain, but there were a few people I looked up to in the company, but I never wanted to walk in their path. I wanted to create a path that no other has ever walked on not another path that was already made by another. A path that all the people I look up to would want to walk on, something I could create with my actions I take on a weekly basis in APW. I want everybody to witness this if they weren’t a part of it...
The reason behind it was due to my mistakes I was making ever since joining this business, of course I was prone to make rookie mistakes but isn’t that what everyone did when they began. Cherishing every single happy moment I still have, because life can change at any single moment. This will be the last show leading up to One Night in Hell; this is where everything will change. Whoever wins this match will be having momentum towards the next big match. I might not be able to promise the people with a win, because I’ve done it numerous times over and have failed before. Expressing my feelings in this journal is hard; I’m pretty new to it.
You know how most people say confidence and cockiness are different, it truly is. It may have a similar definition, but it’s the way you use your confidence, and how you prove it to the people. This is my only chance to leave an impact as hard as I can, with enough momentum to shake every contender for the title. If I’m willing to do what’s proper for the people, or just be a filler in a show filled with many megastars. Maybe I am, what Michael Lively says about me, or maybe I have potential, the potential to rise to the skies and be able to make an impact so large that’ll make everybody in that crowd shake…not in fear but in happiness.
That Krunk is going to be big.
The writing came to halt as the scene widens to Krunk throwing his pen into the mug near him in as if it was a basketball, something considered by the Krunk as nothing more than a perfect shot. Staying in a hotel room in Chicago, but he wasn’t alone, he picked up a female earlier today which he thought would taste ‘good’ for later tonight. He can be seen wearing a white tee and pair of blue slim jeans. A wide toothy grin on his face as he signals over to his female companion for the night to press the recording button on his Panasonic camcorder. With a press of a button, Krunk gave her a nod of approval before beginning to speak.
“Hey APW universe, all of my fans, family, and friends. I just wanted to greet you guys first before I start anything, it seems like the good thing to do for all my fans, and the people watching this. A lot of news is buzing, rumours spreading quickly, shit is blowing up online about what happened on last week’s Meltdown. I don’t really understand much about it besides the facts that it involves the dangerous Pennington. You’re all surprised but you must’ve known there is always an opposite reaction to an action, maybe Pennington doesn’t truly understand that. He fails to acto cool, misguiding the people with doing some guys sister and then brutally attempting to attack defenseless people. I always questioned this guy and I just shook it off, think this dude had a mental disability causing him to act this retarded.”
“Thinking of himself as a hero, or just another sore loser hiding his anger, concealing it from everybody just waiting for the perfect moment to lash out and release all that pain on someone else, much weaker. As you all saw and witnessed how he attacked M&M like that, makes me sorta feel sad for what I said to them earlier that night. Well they are my future competitors so this should be a message; they were running around acting like they ran the show. I don’t know… but anyways they got hurt and beat by this big monster. Beating up a team himself though, pretty cool if you ask me, but there innocents in this situation.”
“You’ve actually attacked all the cool ones except me, for some reason you’re avoiding me. You attempted to take me down but I’m too quick for you to get, you understand homeboy. I was able to evade that attack, but watching that gruesome attack and failing to save them from your assault was a mistake I made. They may have their opinions about me, but just watching people getting hurt in front of me is just painful and I have to get you back for that. Luckily though I get a chance to give you an ass whooping, something I guarantee will be painful.”
“I’ve requested a special match for a special occasion like this, something big, for the both of us. A triple threat steel cage match and you might be wondering about that third person. Well you can call her the finest girl on Meltdown currently, Aubrey J Parker. You remember that girl you left on the ground lifeless, you stupid big brute. People fear that dangerous move you got, Hardknocks? The hell is that supposed to do anyone? Maybe make us shake in fear? All these questions got meaning behind them, and actions define a person better than words. Well Aubrey wants to avenge her stupid boyfriend and I just want to beat both of you guys atleast once before ONIH.”
“Vincent, Vincent, I don’t like the name Vincent. Doesn’t roll of my tongue like a usual word, and I hate that about names. Your big bald head is too shiny, might get you a fluke win if you flash that bright light into our eyes. How does it feel that you’re doing another Megastar’s sister, and you expect that you can do whatever you want freely just because you’re muscular? That’s just stupid and it proves how you think, which expected to be at an all-time low. We’ll be seeing each other in the ring where I’ll have to stomp on your head numerous times just to get you to function properly. Remember after you attack M&M and acted like that you didn’t know what you were doing and you were possessed for a second, well I don’t believe in those kind of things. No is going to let you off with a stupid act, so you should bow down now in your home and pray that Krunk doesn’t inflict that much pain upon your body next Meltdown.”
“Aubrey, girl doesn’t be thinking that I forgot about you for a second. I remember the words we’ve exchanged through promo, in the ring, and even in the toilet. Or I might talk about you when I’m sitting there, or maybe it’s probably because I think the best when I’m sitting on the toilet. If I was sitting on there for long periods of times, damn I would have been a president. Aubrey, there isn’t much I can say about you besides the things I’ve said about you already, I’ll be walking around Meltdown with a chair in my hand so if you ever want give me that private dance you promised you were gonna give me while were on Meltdown. Logan doesn’t seem to be the ideal partner if he gets his ass kicked easily by that brute Vincent.”
“But hey I kind of got a feeling about what you’re gonna say, how last week’s win was a fluke and Lively stole the match, but hey who the hell still uses excuses now. This isn’t elementary school, we got to settle thing correctly in the ring. You might have double teamed in that match using that weird thing you guys called a finishing maneuver. I laughed when I saw Lively come outta nowhere and hurl your ass out of the ring. Chuckled to hard that it was enough for Lively to get the pin on me. His methods might be unorthodox but they are pretty funny if you look at it. I might have been pinned but I’m happy it wasn’t M&M.”
“Now I’ll be seing both of you guys on Meltdown prepared to give the beatdown of my life. I might not win, which I love to if I could, but hey this will be a hard match. I’m up against to competitioors that hold there strengths and weaknesses which I have memorized. I’ve watched tapes of both of your in ring action as well as the shitty recordings you do in your backyards you guys call promo’s. I’ll be seeing both your asses whooped on the ring lying there lifelessly while I escape the ring.”
Gesturing for the female to end the transmission, the scene slowly faded to black as she took off her shirt and leaped over to Krunk.
The scene opens back up to a limousine pulling up to a small office far from the area they picked Krunk up from, with a brown bag still over his head, they removed the bag from his head and entered the little office with many men in black suits surrounding them, like guards. They pushed Krunk, whose attempts at resisting were failures. Walking into the office he noticed a man who sat in a chair with a large cigar hanging from the corner of his lips.
“We got a lot of money riding on your ass.”
