Post by Nikolai Molotov on Jul 21, 2008 17:12:11 GMT -4
As the cameras begin to record and the crowd sit to the edge of their seats in wait, we begin to watch APW programming. The show starts off with a few recaps of the recent rants of the roster's "finest". Steven Hawkens finally making his debut, Jason Royce learning to speak, and as usual, a Blackwell acting like a Blackwell by trying to talk tough. We all pay attention with great intent with the appearence of the only great superstar to appear on this final day, Nikolai Molotov. The arena echos in an uproar of boos quickly followed by a USA chant trembling the walls. Nikolai's appearance on the titantron screen sends even the most modest patriot in the building a gut wrenching pain of hate and disgust for this man. With a smug look on his face, we watch as he rests a leg on his opposite knee and starts to puff on the thick cigar between his lips. The smoke thickens the room as he waits for the chants to fade out. Still looking at the camera with a slight sinister smile on his face, "The Red Scare" says a few words.
Nikolai- Hush, hush Americans, hush, hush. Since I've come to this country, I've found nothing but hate. Hate from one man to another. Nothing can ever be put to rest, because everyone wants their say on someone else's view. Toe-mato, toe-mahto as I always say. Can't we all just...get along? *laughs* Never. With a country so great as this, who has time to get along? You're all too busy eating, growing fat. *crowd boos* Too busy driving your big sports vehicles, wasting your precious Arabian fuel. *crowd boos* So, so busy.
Taking another drag from his nearly gone cigar, we watch as Nikolai lets out a slight chuckle while pouring some aged Vodka into a shot glass. Quickly gulping the drink down, he lets out a sigh and continues.
Nikolai- There is one man who isn't so busy. This..."raver" of sorts. A man dressed in swimming shorts dancing to your homosexual eighties dance club music, Village People while waving his arms in the air with colored neon sticks...typical. Back home, we see a man doing such things and they'd kill him off. Talk is cheap with a man like Vin Lambardo. But we'll see how the young man does against the scare.
The scene begins to fade out as APW rolls back to its regular broadcast. Some of the people in the arena are in a slight shock as to how short of words, Nikolai would be this time. Whos to say any words at all at this point? Nearly hours from his debut match, we shall see which opponent is truely ready for the win.
Nikolai- Hush, hush Americans, hush, hush. Since I've come to this country, I've found nothing but hate. Hate from one man to another. Nothing can ever be put to rest, because everyone wants their say on someone else's view. Toe-mato, toe-mahto as I always say. Can't we all just...get along? *laughs* Never. With a country so great as this, who has time to get along? You're all too busy eating, growing fat. *crowd boos* Too busy driving your big sports vehicles, wasting your precious Arabian fuel. *crowd boos* So, so busy.
Taking another drag from his nearly gone cigar, we watch as Nikolai lets out a slight chuckle while pouring some aged Vodka into a shot glass. Quickly gulping the drink down, he lets out a sigh and continues.
Nikolai- There is one man who isn't so busy. This..."raver" of sorts. A man dressed in swimming shorts dancing to your homosexual eighties dance club music, Village People while waving his arms in the air with colored neon sticks...typical. Back home, we see a man doing such things and they'd kill him off. Talk is cheap with a man like Vin Lambardo. But we'll see how the young man does against the scare.
The scene begins to fade out as APW rolls back to its regular broadcast. Some of the people in the arena are in a slight shock as to how short of words, Nikolai would be this time. Whos to say any words at all at this point? Nearly hours from his debut match, we shall see which opponent is truely ready for the win.
