Post by KRENSHOV on Feb 5, 2007 12:20:38 GMT -5
”Superstar” Thomas Deathrow-- More white trash than K-Fed, and the product of a failed abortion. His mother was devastated. She always wanted a child, but not one that was missing a chromosome, has six toes on one foot, and diagnosed with fetal alcohol syndrome. Woe is she.
“Sick” Billy Kryneik—He’s about as fun as a used condom. It’s obvious he reunited with his former partner due to some queer sexual deviancy. Homosexuality is one thing, but his sick perversion is disgusting. What? You don’t see it? He and Tommy love “hardcore” rules, SBK loves pain. Billy loves to put himself in situations where he’s going to get spanked, choked, or bleed through several openings. Why did the Doomriders break up in the first place? Probably because Billy got upset over Tommy always being drunk, and couldn’t handle being in a serious relationship with an alcoholic. Then they had that Pae Tai Death Match… like that wasn’t make up sex for Ill-Bill and the Superstar.
VIP. That’s been the life Kenny Krenshov has been living since the formation of the Untouchables, and that’s exactly what he was living now—The Untouchable’s exclusive locker room. Very few in the business ever got the chance to have such a luxury. Honors like this are normally saved for the champion and choice superstars. The Untouchables were choice superstars. It was almost certain that SBK and STD would be changing and showering with the likes of Kevin Kodiak, The Royal Foundation, Dextro, and Wayne Wright. The thought of this brought a smile to the face of the beast, as he sat alone in the Untouchable’s locker room. Chris was out and about keeping himself in the public eye, while the Devastator hit the gym in final preparation for his big match, that will undoubtedly end up bad for Brian Bruno. Raul was probably off with Chris, and Eli had mentioned something of a lunch break a few hours before. Who knew where Ravager was, Kenny hadn’t seen him all day…
He was comfortable, he was at peace. A sleeveless Untouchables shirt hugged his body tightly, showing off his massive chest, and allowed his massive arms to hang free as he leaned back onto a black-leather sofa.
This was his favorite part of the movie. On a projection screen he watched Scar Face, the famous point in movie history that portrays a man face first into mountains of coke, and all around him are enemies invading his territory. Al Pacino won’t go down with out a fight. “SAY HELLO TO MY LITTLE FRIEND!” The sound of bullets and grenade launchers overbear the meek rapping at the door.
Kenny thought he heard something, but wasn’t sure. He turned the television off to figure out where the sound came from. He already knew who it was, for Kenny was the one to schedule this meeting.
Moving his neck from side to side to work out the kinks, he pushed himself off of the sofa and opened the door. It was Josh Reynolds and a cameraman. Josh was scared, that was obvious. Kenny just stood aside, gesturing for the two to enter.
As the two entered, Josh spoke, “Thank you for having us Kenny.”
Words weren’t given in reply, just awkward silence. Kenny wasn’t a great communicator with those who weren’t considered friends, and those he considered friends were few and far between.
“You know, it’s not often we see you without Eli at your side.”
“He’s taking care of things, can we just do this?”
“Sh-sure. Are we on?” Josh asked as the cameraman gave him thumbs up, “well then. I’m Josh Reynolds, here with an exclusive interview with Untouchable member, Kenny Krenshov. Both Kenny and Chris Casino will take on the Doomriders in a No-Holds Barred, Falls Count Anywhere match tomorrow at Cold Snap. The Untouchables have been on a huge roll lately, and are seemingly unstoppable. You and Chris are heavily favored going into this match, do you feel you might be underestimating your opponents?”
“Underestimating? I was in a Jersey Street Fight with STD and he came out on top. I know what went wrong and why, I won’t let it happen this time. Some people talk a lot of shit, saying I’m all power and rage, that I can’t wrestle a lick. Well look at my partner. You’re looking at a team that hosts not only the strongest, most dominate athlete in NAPW history, which would be me, but also the greatest wrestler to ever grace that god-forbidden Canadian ring. We’ve got all the areas covered,” Kenny sneered back at Josh.
“Well this all started, actually before Black Thursday II. Where Winchell—“
“That’s Mr. Winchell to you,” Kenny lashed.
“Where Mr. Winchell brought you back to NAPW to hunt down the Man in Black. That Man in Black happened to be Thomas Deathrow. Now, with the help of several others, he garnered the win over the Commissioner. In the same night it was the Action! Battle Royal, where it came down to you and SBK. SBK eliminated you, and went on to win the Canada Cup. The first round of the Canada Cup is where STD distracted you to lose the quickest match in NAPW history. The Doomriders reform, and the Untouchables are born. This match is far more important than any title match I have ever witnessed; egos and emotions are on the line. With all this history, what can we expect to see from you and Chris Casino?”
“Anything and everything. Just thinking about these two (BLEEP)s now has my blood boiling, and Josh, it would do you good to keep your distance unless you want a sneak peak of what you can expect.” Josh backs up slightly, but still holds the microphone out, “There will be blood lost, bones broken, scars forever scraped into skin. I’ve come to accept that. I’ve come to embrace that fact. At Cold Snap I am not holding back, I’m going to beat these two until they are nothing but bloody stumps in the ring. Once they are both down in the ring, lifeless, I’ll pick them up and beat them some more! Thomas Deathrow and SBK are dead men, hell I can see it on their tombstones now. RIP Doomriders, may you forever rot in hell! Born: Who Gives a (BLEEP) – Died: At Cold Snap on February 7th, 2007!”
“Very strong words from the big man himself, now Kenny, can you shed some light on your supposed new partner, Ravager?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Because there is nothing that needs light to shed on it.”
“What?”
“It’s obvious.”
“I’m confused.”
“Well if you don’t get it, then don’t worry about it. If you don’t have anything else, then get out,” Kenny demanded.
“There is one last thing I did want to ask you.”
“Well, then spill it.”
“Win or lose, what do you and the Untouchables plan to do in the future.”
“Win,” Kenny replied.
“Excuse me?”
“You said win or lose, correct yourself, and say win.”
“Well I don’t know the outco—“
“I said say win!”
Josh cringed at Kenny’s violent temper, “o-ok, once you and Chris win this match at Cold Snap, what are your plans for the future?”
“More of the same.”
“More of the same?”
“Did I studder?”
“No, I just don’t understand what that means.”
“What have I, and my fellow Untouchables been doing these last couple weeks?”
“Winning?”
”More specifically.”
“Um… I don’t know?”
“DOMINATING!” Kenny’s bellow forced and involuntary step backward out of fear on Josh Reynolds’ part. “We will be continuing this spree of violence on the NAPW roster until all the wrongs have been set right, and all the injustice against Americans in this Canadian hungry organization are corrected.”
“Well thanks—“
“Get out. Don’t thank me, just leave. You got your words, now get out before I throw you out.”
Sheepishly, Josh signals for the cameraman to follow, and he almost jogs out of the room and shuts the door. Kenny sighed; he hated dealing with people he had no interest in. He only agreed to do the interview because Eli had pressured him to get more media exposure. The beast just shrugged; at least it went better than the incident on the Canadian Home Shopping Network. Kenny plopped himself back down on the couch, and turned his movie back on.
As he watched Pacino fall from his balcony into his fountain, creating a slew of pinks and reds, Kenny smiled. Kenny wasn’t happy that Pacino had just fell to his death, but he pictured Thomas Deathrow, being thrown from a balcony into a pool that would eventually fill with his own blood.
“Sick” Billy Kryneik—He’s about as fun as a used condom. It’s obvious he reunited with his former partner due to some queer sexual deviancy. Homosexuality is one thing, but his sick perversion is disgusting. What? You don’t see it? He and Tommy love “hardcore” rules, SBK loves pain. Billy loves to put himself in situations where he’s going to get spanked, choked, or bleed through several openings. Why did the Doomriders break up in the first place? Probably because Billy got upset over Tommy always being drunk, and couldn’t handle being in a serious relationship with an alcoholic. Then they had that Pae Tai Death Match… like that wasn’t make up sex for Ill-Bill and the Superstar.
VIP. That’s been the life Kenny Krenshov has been living since the formation of the Untouchables, and that’s exactly what he was living now—The Untouchable’s exclusive locker room. Very few in the business ever got the chance to have such a luxury. Honors like this are normally saved for the champion and choice superstars. The Untouchables were choice superstars. It was almost certain that SBK and STD would be changing and showering with the likes of Kevin Kodiak, The Royal Foundation, Dextro, and Wayne Wright. The thought of this brought a smile to the face of the beast, as he sat alone in the Untouchable’s locker room. Chris was out and about keeping himself in the public eye, while the Devastator hit the gym in final preparation for his big match, that will undoubtedly end up bad for Brian Bruno. Raul was probably off with Chris, and Eli had mentioned something of a lunch break a few hours before. Who knew where Ravager was, Kenny hadn’t seen him all day…
He was comfortable, he was at peace. A sleeveless Untouchables shirt hugged his body tightly, showing off his massive chest, and allowed his massive arms to hang free as he leaned back onto a black-leather sofa.
This was his favorite part of the movie. On a projection screen he watched Scar Face, the famous point in movie history that portrays a man face first into mountains of coke, and all around him are enemies invading his territory. Al Pacino won’t go down with out a fight. “SAY HELLO TO MY LITTLE FRIEND!” The sound of bullets and grenade launchers overbear the meek rapping at the door.
Kenny thought he heard something, but wasn’t sure. He turned the television off to figure out where the sound came from. He already knew who it was, for Kenny was the one to schedule this meeting.
Moving his neck from side to side to work out the kinks, he pushed himself off of the sofa and opened the door. It was Josh Reynolds and a cameraman. Josh was scared, that was obvious. Kenny just stood aside, gesturing for the two to enter.
As the two entered, Josh spoke, “Thank you for having us Kenny.”
Words weren’t given in reply, just awkward silence. Kenny wasn’t a great communicator with those who weren’t considered friends, and those he considered friends were few and far between.
“You know, it’s not often we see you without Eli at your side.”
“He’s taking care of things, can we just do this?”
“Sh-sure. Are we on?” Josh asked as the cameraman gave him thumbs up, “well then. I’m Josh Reynolds, here with an exclusive interview with Untouchable member, Kenny Krenshov. Both Kenny and Chris Casino will take on the Doomriders in a No-Holds Barred, Falls Count Anywhere match tomorrow at Cold Snap. The Untouchables have been on a huge roll lately, and are seemingly unstoppable. You and Chris are heavily favored going into this match, do you feel you might be underestimating your opponents?”
“Underestimating? I was in a Jersey Street Fight with STD and he came out on top. I know what went wrong and why, I won’t let it happen this time. Some people talk a lot of shit, saying I’m all power and rage, that I can’t wrestle a lick. Well look at my partner. You’re looking at a team that hosts not only the strongest, most dominate athlete in NAPW history, which would be me, but also the greatest wrestler to ever grace that god-forbidden Canadian ring. We’ve got all the areas covered,” Kenny sneered back at Josh.
“Well this all started, actually before Black Thursday II. Where Winchell—“
“That’s Mr. Winchell to you,” Kenny lashed.
“Where Mr. Winchell brought you back to NAPW to hunt down the Man in Black. That Man in Black happened to be Thomas Deathrow. Now, with the help of several others, he garnered the win over the Commissioner. In the same night it was the Action! Battle Royal, where it came down to you and SBK. SBK eliminated you, and went on to win the Canada Cup. The first round of the Canada Cup is where STD distracted you to lose the quickest match in NAPW history. The Doomriders reform, and the Untouchables are born. This match is far more important than any title match I have ever witnessed; egos and emotions are on the line. With all this history, what can we expect to see from you and Chris Casino?”
“Anything and everything. Just thinking about these two (BLEEP)s now has my blood boiling, and Josh, it would do you good to keep your distance unless you want a sneak peak of what you can expect.” Josh backs up slightly, but still holds the microphone out, “There will be blood lost, bones broken, scars forever scraped into skin. I’ve come to accept that. I’ve come to embrace that fact. At Cold Snap I am not holding back, I’m going to beat these two until they are nothing but bloody stumps in the ring. Once they are both down in the ring, lifeless, I’ll pick them up and beat them some more! Thomas Deathrow and SBK are dead men, hell I can see it on their tombstones now. RIP Doomriders, may you forever rot in hell! Born: Who Gives a (BLEEP) – Died: At Cold Snap on February 7th, 2007!”
“Very strong words from the big man himself, now Kenny, can you shed some light on your supposed new partner, Ravager?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Because there is nothing that needs light to shed on it.”
“What?”
“It’s obvious.”
“I’m confused.”
“Well if you don’t get it, then don’t worry about it. If you don’t have anything else, then get out,” Kenny demanded.
“There is one last thing I did want to ask you.”
“Well, then spill it.”
“Win or lose, what do you and the Untouchables plan to do in the future.”
“Win,” Kenny replied.
“Excuse me?”
“You said win or lose, correct yourself, and say win.”
“Well I don’t know the outco—“
“I said say win!”
Josh cringed at Kenny’s violent temper, “o-ok, once you and Chris win this match at Cold Snap, what are your plans for the future?”
“More of the same.”
“More of the same?”
“Did I studder?”
“No, I just don’t understand what that means.”
“What have I, and my fellow Untouchables been doing these last couple weeks?”
“Winning?”
”More specifically.”
“Um… I don’t know?”
“DOMINATING!” Kenny’s bellow forced and involuntary step backward out of fear on Josh Reynolds’ part. “We will be continuing this spree of violence on the NAPW roster until all the wrongs have been set right, and all the injustice against Americans in this Canadian hungry organization are corrected.”
“Well thanks—“
“Get out. Don’t thank me, just leave. You got your words, now get out before I throw you out.”
Sheepishly, Josh signals for the cameraman to follow, and he almost jogs out of the room and shuts the door. Kenny sighed; he hated dealing with people he had no interest in. He only agreed to do the interview because Eli had pressured him to get more media exposure. The beast just shrugged; at least it went better than the incident on the Canadian Home Shopping Network. Kenny plopped himself back down on the couch, and turned his movie back on.
As he watched Pacino fall from his balcony into his fountain, creating a slew of pinks and reds, Kenny smiled. Kenny wasn’t happy that Pacino had just fell to his death, but he pictured Thomas Deathrow, being thrown from a balcony into a pool that would eventually fill with his own blood.