Post by KRENSHOV on Feb 15, 2007 13:11:46 GMT -5
FOLLOWING DAY AFTER COLD SNAP
The beast’s raw throat burned as he released a choking cough, and his entire body ached at once. White bandages were blotted red and black stitches marred his face. He cringed from the red burn marks on his forehead, caused from the burning steel chair, compliments of Ill-Bill.
A fifth of jack stood a quarter-full under the lamp on a coffee table, while Kenny sat in pain in a reclining chair. Pill bottles, some prescribed and some obtained illegally, were all less than half-full.
The pain killers coddled his physical wounds, and the alcohol made him numb… but the dangerous combination of both couldn’t rid him from all of the pain. The DOOMriders had won the match, the Untouchables had lost. That fact hurt worst of all.
There wasn’t a drug in the world that could take that pain away.
The beast’s cell-phone read on the view window, 14 Missed Calls. No doubt the calls were Eli, Chris, Raul, and Kurt calling to see how Kenny was, but right now he didn’t care. The only thing Kenny did aside from occasionally inducing himself borderline comatose, was stare at the wall and think.
Everything sucked.
Kenny had been on such a roll, and ending these two pricks lives was all he had wanted. All the other names didn’t matter. In fact, he couldn’t even remember any other names. The only two that stuck in his head were Billy Kryenik and Thomas Deathrow.
The match itself became a blur, the doctor had even commented that Kenny may have suffered a possible concussion, perhaps that was the reason. The beast would not remain in the hospital any longer than he had to, and bailed as soon as he was bandaged and stitched up. The only thing Kenny could recall was the adrenaline rush, bones cracking, skin ripping, steel crushing, scorching flames, wood crashing—in short, mayhem. All Kenny could recall was absolute mayhem.
Mayhem… and failure. Failure was not a word Kenny kept in his vocabulary, but there was no other word that could ring truer for this situation.
DAYS LATER…
The beast stirred from his sleep as his phone rang obnoxiously. What the (BLEEP)? It’s 5AM. He wiped the sleep from his eyes and looked to see who was called… Eli. While Kenny was still in pain and upset with the loss, he had become sociable enough to chat with his manager and fellow Untouchables a few times. It must be important…
“…what is it Eli?”
CUT TO ELI…
“Kenny, I’m sorry for calling so early, but I just got a fax that will certainly peak your interest.” The maniacal manager, Eli Potts scanned over the paper faxed to him, biting his lip odd excitement.
“Well, it’s the next Tuesday Night Fights card, directly from NAPW headquarters. The main event reads as follows, The Untouchables; Chris Casino, Kurt Castle, and Kenny Krenshov versus the team of Evan Cartwright, and the DOOMRIDERS; Billy Kryenik and Thomas Deathrow.”
There was silence for more than a Montreal Moment, it was obvious that at this early in the morning Kenny was having trouble digesting that information. After Kenny didn’t reply, Eli continued…
“That’s not all. This time, we’re ensuring the win. Give Chris a call later, he’ll fill you in on the details. Just get ready for this match, with Rex Caliber in charge now, who knows what could happen.”
CUT TO KENNY…
The beast dropped his phone on his bed and fell back onto his pillow, but his eyes didn’t shut. He couldn’t even pretend to sleep after hearing that. Two weeks after the insane brutality, the Untouchables opportunity for redemption would reveal itself. This strange obsession with ending the duo of Thomas Deathrow and Billy Kryenik would be a possibility come Tuesday Night Fights.
He lay in bed for several more moments thinking, no daydreaming, of what he could do to these waste products. Kenny’s hands clenched in bed as he thought about snatching STD up in a bearhug and squeezing the life out of him. The beast’s breathe deepened when he thought of hoisting SBK up in the air, holding him for an eternity, then dropping him down into the most brutal Total Eclipse imaginable. Chills ran up his spine as images of him standing over both of their bodies with his hands in the air ran through his head.
Kenny leaped out of bed. He needed to find a gym, stat. The beast may still have wounds left to lick, but he wanted to ensure not just victory, but complete domination. Kenny would go into this match more prepared than everyone in the ring, possibly his own team mates.
As he began sliding on his gym clothes on his massive near-naked body, he thought of what Eli mentioned… how the Untouchables would ensure victory. This plan, no doubt, must have included the newest member of the Untouchables, Ravager. While Kenny had been distant from his team, he still held a certain amount of pride that an Untouchables member held the NAPW Championship. The fact that their group held three out of the four major titles, was a compliment to their dominance. Oh, and yes, Kenny was over sighting the Television championship, but who wouldn’t?
Kenny made his way from his bedroom to the kitchen, now adorned in blue lounge pants and a black Untouchable’s hoodie. He began to mix himself an Optimum Nutrition Whey protein shake, which to Kenny, was the best part of his day. Then snatched up another mixing bottle, and his NO-XPLODE energy powder, and headed out the door.
The New Jersey air was more than brisk, and two feet of snow layered the ground. The now risen sun glistening off the snow stung his eyes a tad, but it was rather refreshing. Kenny huffed in the cold air, and trudged through the thick snow to his vehicle. The whole time Kenny could only think of one thing, redemption.
Redemption for Thomas Deathrow’s ploy against Mr. Winchell III, and embarrassing Kenny in the Men In Black Scandal.
Redemption for Billy Kryenik’s trash talking, oh-so long ago in the Action! Battle Royale. It was a long time ago, but Kenny never got the chance to stand victorious over Kryenik in the ring, and that desire was something that made Kenny’s mouth water.
Redemption for the DOOMriders reuniting, believing they could overtake the Untouchables if they acted together.
Redemption for not just the nagging wounds that will haunt the beast forever, nor the scars that will forever be blemished on his body, but for the loss that was never supposed to happen. As far as Kenny was concerned, STD and SBK had paid for their wrongs in blood and pain, but there was more. Kenny wanted his arm raised, he wanted to stand tall where they could no longer stand, and he wanted them lifeless.
Kenny was starved for redemption.
The beast’s raw throat burned as he released a choking cough, and his entire body ached at once. White bandages were blotted red and black stitches marred his face. He cringed from the red burn marks on his forehead, caused from the burning steel chair, compliments of Ill-Bill.
A fifth of jack stood a quarter-full under the lamp on a coffee table, while Kenny sat in pain in a reclining chair. Pill bottles, some prescribed and some obtained illegally, were all less than half-full.
The pain killers coddled his physical wounds, and the alcohol made him numb… but the dangerous combination of both couldn’t rid him from all of the pain. The DOOMriders had won the match, the Untouchables had lost. That fact hurt worst of all.
There wasn’t a drug in the world that could take that pain away.
The beast’s cell-phone read on the view window, 14 Missed Calls. No doubt the calls were Eli, Chris, Raul, and Kurt calling to see how Kenny was, but right now he didn’t care. The only thing Kenny did aside from occasionally inducing himself borderline comatose, was stare at the wall and think.
Everything sucked.
Kenny had been on such a roll, and ending these two pricks lives was all he had wanted. All the other names didn’t matter. In fact, he couldn’t even remember any other names. The only two that stuck in his head were Billy Kryenik and Thomas Deathrow.
The match itself became a blur, the doctor had even commented that Kenny may have suffered a possible concussion, perhaps that was the reason. The beast would not remain in the hospital any longer than he had to, and bailed as soon as he was bandaged and stitched up. The only thing Kenny could recall was the adrenaline rush, bones cracking, skin ripping, steel crushing, scorching flames, wood crashing—in short, mayhem. All Kenny could recall was absolute mayhem.
Mayhem… and failure. Failure was not a word Kenny kept in his vocabulary, but there was no other word that could ring truer for this situation.
DAYS LATER…
The beast stirred from his sleep as his phone rang obnoxiously. What the (BLEEP)? It’s 5AM. He wiped the sleep from his eyes and looked to see who was called… Eli. While Kenny was still in pain and upset with the loss, he had become sociable enough to chat with his manager and fellow Untouchables a few times. It must be important…
“…what is it Eli?”
CUT TO ELI…
“Kenny, I’m sorry for calling so early, but I just got a fax that will certainly peak your interest.” The maniacal manager, Eli Potts scanned over the paper faxed to him, biting his lip odd excitement.
“Well, it’s the next Tuesday Night Fights card, directly from NAPW headquarters. The main event reads as follows, The Untouchables; Chris Casino, Kurt Castle, and Kenny Krenshov versus the team of Evan Cartwright, and the DOOMRIDERS; Billy Kryenik and Thomas Deathrow.”
There was silence for more than a Montreal Moment, it was obvious that at this early in the morning Kenny was having trouble digesting that information. After Kenny didn’t reply, Eli continued…
“That’s not all. This time, we’re ensuring the win. Give Chris a call later, he’ll fill you in on the details. Just get ready for this match, with Rex Caliber in charge now, who knows what could happen.”
CUT TO KENNY…
The beast dropped his phone on his bed and fell back onto his pillow, but his eyes didn’t shut. He couldn’t even pretend to sleep after hearing that. Two weeks after the insane brutality, the Untouchables opportunity for redemption would reveal itself. This strange obsession with ending the duo of Thomas Deathrow and Billy Kryenik would be a possibility come Tuesday Night Fights.
He lay in bed for several more moments thinking, no daydreaming, of what he could do to these waste products. Kenny’s hands clenched in bed as he thought about snatching STD up in a bearhug and squeezing the life out of him. The beast’s breathe deepened when he thought of hoisting SBK up in the air, holding him for an eternity, then dropping him down into the most brutal Total Eclipse imaginable. Chills ran up his spine as images of him standing over both of their bodies with his hands in the air ran through his head.
Kenny leaped out of bed. He needed to find a gym, stat. The beast may still have wounds left to lick, but he wanted to ensure not just victory, but complete domination. Kenny would go into this match more prepared than everyone in the ring, possibly his own team mates.
As he began sliding on his gym clothes on his massive near-naked body, he thought of what Eli mentioned… how the Untouchables would ensure victory. This plan, no doubt, must have included the newest member of the Untouchables, Ravager. While Kenny had been distant from his team, he still held a certain amount of pride that an Untouchables member held the NAPW Championship. The fact that their group held three out of the four major titles, was a compliment to their dominance. Oh, and yes, Kenny was over sighting the Television championship, but who wouldn’t?
Kenny made his way from his bedroom to the kitchen, now adorned in blue lounge pants and a black Untouchable’s hoodie. He began to mix himself an Optimum Nutrition Whey protein shake, which to Kenny, was the best part of his day. Then snatched up another mixing bottle, and his NO-XPLODE energy powder, and headed out the door.
The New Jersey air was more than brisk, and two feet of snow layered the ground. The now risen sun glistening off the snow stung his eyes a tad, but it was rather refreshing. Kenny huffed in the cold air, and trudged through the thick snow to his vehicle. The whole time Kenny could only think of one thing, redemption.
Redemption for Thomas Deathrow’s ploy against Mr. Winchell III, and embarrassing Kenny in the Men In Black Scandal.
Redemption for Billy Kryenik’s trash talking, oh-so long ago in the Action! Battle Royale. It was a long time ago, but Kenny never got the chance to stand victorious over Kryenik in the ring, and that desire was something that made Kenny’s mouth water.
Redemption for the DOOMriders reuniting, believing they could overtake the Untouchables if they acted together.
Redemption for not just the nagging wounds that will haunt the beast forever, nor the scars that will forever be blemished on his body, but for the loss that was never supposed to happen. As far as Kenny was concerned, STD and SBK had paid for their wrongs in blood and pain, but there was more. Kenny wanted his arm raised, he wanted to stand tall where they could no longer stand, and he wanted them lifeless.
Kenny was starved for redemption.