Post by "Sick" Billy Kryenik on Mar 3, 2007 17:50:44 GMT -5
[The camera begins to roll inside of the same rental truck that the Doomriders traveled to Calgary in. Billy is driving as usual, as Tommy is keeled over on the dashboard, holding his stomach.
Tommy’s latest parade was that of drinks and vomit. He offered to pay for the damages but he can’t seem to remember if he did or not. He’s excited. Can you blame him? He’s a tag team champion now. But above that, he has a chance to shut up the loudest mouth in NAPW… CHRIS CASINO.
Billy is content, but you can tell something inside of him will make him burst at any moment. He’s silent but noticeably aggravated… A somewhat big fight is coming his way against a former Television Champion. You can be sure that he’s feeling hostility towards his opponent… but who wouldn’t? Billy hates whiners.
Tommy moans and rolls his eyes back in his head…]
Billy: Hey Tommy, you alright broheim?
Tommy: Yeah, I’m fine. You got any asprin?
Billy: Naw, but we can stop to get some.
Tommy: That’d be (BLEEP)ing grand. My heads pounding today.
Billy: What did you do last night?
Tommy: The same thing I do every night, Pinky…
Billy: Trying to take over the world, one drink at a time eh?
Tommy: You damn right.
Billy: Are you sure you’re ok? I mean, you got Casino gunning for you next Tuesday. It’s not really the best time for you to go out and get shithoused. Is it?
Tommy: Meh, I’m up ain’t I? It doesn’t matter if I’m hung over or not. I got shit to do today.
Billy: Like?
Tommy: The Gym…
Billy: You’re going to the gym?
Tommy: (BLEEP) yeah. You coming with me?
Billy: I guess I could, I need to get all pumped up for Tuesday too.
Tommy: Who’s name did you draw?
Billy: Nightmare…
Tommy: Who the (BLEEP) is Nightmare? Sounds like a pussy to me.
Billy: You don’t know who Nightmare is? Man where you been? He was the Television champion for a minute or two there.
Tommy: It took me five months to realize who Lloyd Rees was, give me a break.
Billy: It’s all that drinking…
Tommy: I’ll “it’s all that drinking” you in the face, bitch. Why should I care who Nightmare is? He isn’t in my league anyway. If he was, I’d have beat the hell out of him by now. He’d have been branded with the SUPERSTAR logo. Do you see a logo anywhere on him?
Billy: Nope.
Tommy: My point exactly. (BLEEP) him, and (BLEEP) knowing who he is. If he isn’t Chris Casino, I could care less about him right now.
Billy: Chris Casino, now there’s a name that makes my head hurt.
Tommy: You think it makes your head hurt? I have to fight him again. I have to go out there and rub his face in my shit so he doesn’t come back around again. He likes a cat man.
Billy: The cat came back, there very next day…
Tommy: Yeah he just keeps coming him around. So this time, I’m going to bag him up and toss him in a septic tank, like my Uncle Morris used to do.
Billy: That’s pretty (BLEEP)ing gross, Tommy boy.
Tommy: Meh, you do what you gotta do, right? Casino is such a punk. With his planes, his bitches and his money. He doesn’t realize that those bitches are all sniffing out his greenbacks. If they even got one glance at yours truly, they’d leave his ass just to feel this six pack.
[Tommy pats his stomach, resonating an off balance sound.. Billy chuckles a bit.]
Tommy: Don’t laugh at me (BLEEP)o. You know I got it under this gut somewhere. The women find it sexy. Did you see how that red head was all over me the other night?
Billy: Red head?
Tommy: Yeah, that sexy red head… about 6 foot in heels?
Billy: Tommy? That wasn’t a woman…
Tommy: Excuse me?
Billy: That was a carrot top bouncer asking you to leave.
Tommy: (BLEEP) off… You’re full of shit.
Billy: I’m serious. Remember dancing on the tables?
Tommy: Yeah I was rockin’ it hard. Wigglin my ass and breakin’ it down Doomrider style.
Billy: Yeah you were breaking em’ down alright. In LAUGHTER. The bouncer came over and tried to grab you off the table and you just pulled him in. It was hilarious.
[Tommy smacks his face and hits his head on the dashboard lightly.]
Tommy: I really gotta pay more attention when I’m slamming down pints. Holy hell.
Billy: You needed Asprin, you said?
Tommy: Like a crack head needs a hit…
[Billy pulls into a convenience store. Tommy looks at Billy with a “thank you” in his eyes. He’s hung over far worse then any other time we’ve seen Tommy. He feels as if he’s been hit by a car, a bus and a train repeatedly.
He steps out of the vehicle… But that’s when Billy just goes off. Whatever was pent up inside of him… like an atom bomb… BANG.]
Billy: Nightmare, what the (BLEEP) is your problem? I’ve only sat through two of your promo’s and each time you just whine and moan. You see Nightmare, I look at you and I see a monster. I hear you speak and I hear a lamb. What’s your deal? You’re supposed to be a former Television champion in this place, but you come off as a whiny little bitch who can’t take a loss. You lost your belt, so (BLEEP)ing what? Now you have no confidence? That’s complete and utter bullshit, Nightmare. You’re supposed to be a professional. You’re supposed to be a wrestler! You’re supposed to be able to pick up the pieces and go balls in the next time. I don’t want to hear about your (BLEEP)ing internal struggle, I want to hear about how you’re going to tear my head off and spit down my throat.
Billy: I don’t know fear. I don’t fear anyone in NAPW. You know why? Because I KNOW I can go toe to toe with anyone here. There’s no doubt, there’s no hesitation, there’s no second guessing. I just go out, say what I need to say and get the job done. I thrive on competition. I dare you to grow your balls back and be competitive with me. You have a unique opportunity to show the people in the crowd and the NAPW a little something about yourself.
You have the chance to shut the critics up and start paving your own path in this company. Far too long have you been let to go on about your misfortunes and why. News flash, Nightmare – NO ONE (BLEEP)ING CARES. Pick your (BLEEP)ing fears and throw them in the garbage. You’ll get no where with them, especially when you’re facing a guy like me.
Billy: I feel no sympathy for you. I’m a Doomrider for Christ sakes. There’s no such thing as compassion for the enemy. If you’re in a weakened state, I’m going to take advantage of that. Plain and simple. Call me what you will, but I know that if I were in the same position – You’d take advantage of it. I’d suffer the loss just because I didn’t have my head in the game. You can expect me to punch your (BLEEP)ing lights out if this is how you want to rep yourself. No mercy, Nightmare. No Mercy what so ever.
[Billy clenches his fist and taps the door frame a few times. He glances at the store front once, wondering where Tommy is and why it’s taking him so long.]
Billy: If you look back at all the great battles in history, or even in the wrestling… every weak point is taken advantage of. Let’s bring you back, Nightmare. Let’s go back to World War Two when the Germans were invading Russia. Those idiot Germans didn’t prepare well enough and froze their nuts off waiting for a fight. They got put into a state that they couldn’t handle and the Russians ended up slaughtering them to a sweet victory.
You find yourself in a similar state. You’re in my territory, cold and alone inside your own head. Sitting in the snow with your army of fearful feelings. Do you think I’m just going to let you perch there, waiting for your warmth of spring to come back to you? (BLEEP) no. I’m going to run up to you with a spear and ram it through your heart. I’m going to make sure there is no way for you to suddenly up rise and take me over. I’d finger myself negligent if I did. I’d never forgive myself for letting you make me feel sympathy for your sad, pathetic little rants.
I could care less.
Billy: The only thing I care about this Tuesday is getting the job done and the win under my belt. So suck it up Nightmare, or else you’re going to experience complete domination. That won’t help you stop the mental bleeding you have. So get with it, and come at me hard you big son of a bitch. Pick yourself up and grab yourself a few weights and start training. There’s only a few days left for you to get into the best shape you can… If I were you, I’d go at it as hard as I could.
I’m not the wrestler that a lot of people think I am . There’s still that lingering taste of blood everyone’s mouth from when I used to be strictly hardcore. That taste is bitter and is hard for me to swallow. I know different, and I’ve been showing it ever since I got back here. A lot of people fail to realize that I upped my game and took on some more technical offence. When they finally get in the ring with me, they’re shocked to see me doing chokes, suplexes and holds that would make Hart and Benoit proud. But that’s their problems, now isn’t it Nightmare. I’d hope by now it’d caught on enough for you to at least look at some of my most recent tapes.
For example, Tommy and I debuted our newest creation… Ride the Lightning… and it won us the tag team titles. I tied up Clint, full nelson back suplex into a bridge. Tommy runs off the ropes, rough and rugged as ever and baseball slides him in the chops. Beauty and the Beast…1..2..3.
[Billy takes a sip from a cup of coffee that seemed to be hidden in the center console. He sighs to himself and puts the potential Roll up the Rim winner back into the cup holder, vanishing from view.]
Billy: Like don’t get me wrong Nightmare, if you wield a chair, I will strike back with whatever’s around me. That’s the difference between me and other wrestlers. I’ve been on both sides of the fence now and I can dominate and give beating in both directions. So don’t think for one second that you can resort to weapons without getting your wig split in half, I’d be more than willing to have your blood on my hands.
But let’s keep it clean, shall we? Lets keep it competitive. Let’s get that instinct out of you. I have a standard for my opponents and I’m going to make sure you live up to it. Be it you fighting back, or me just beating you senseless until it’s time for me to take it home. Make your choice. I’m ready for whatever you got, (BLEEP)shine.
Now onto bigger and better things….
Billy: Like swelling tag team scene that has their sights set on Tommy and I. It seems everyone and everything wants to get a crack at these titles… And they will. They will all get their shot at trying to dethrone the newly crowned Kings of Tag Team. But one by one, children. One by one. We have Next Generation in line next with the Untouchables breathing down our necks in the process.
But I welcome it. WE welcome it…
[At that moment, Tommy hops back into the truck and slams the door. He throws out the bag and tears into the bottle of pain relievers. Billy chuckles to himself, as Tommy downs four pills in one gulp. He lays back in his seat and starts to massage his temples.]
Billy: Better?
Tommy: Pfft, we’ll see. These aren’t even asprin. Their no name… (BLEEP)ing bitch was out.
Billy: Meh, their the same thing. It’s not the label, it’s about what’s in the pill. But you came back at a good time. I was just letting lose about the tag division coming after our straps.
Tommy: Oh yeah? Like who? Next Generation? The Untouchables? The Midnight (BLEEP)boys? Oh wait, I got it… The Monsters Of Idiotwood? God, everyone wants a piece of us eh? I’m right here boys. I’d dare you to try to take this knocks on his stomach… a weird tin sound comes out. away from me.
Billy: Are you wearing your title belt?
Tommy: You damn right I am. It’s better then a gold ring, or a chain. It’s 10 pounds of pure money. That’s what I meant when I said all the bitches want to feel my six pack… because it’s wrapped in gold. Ha Ha Ha.
Billy: You’re sick.
Tommy: No, you’re sick. I’m a SUPERSTAR.
Billy: Ha Ha, good point. But yeah, Kenny Krenshov had taken it upon himself to talk a little shit about us before he goes into that tag team battle royal…
Tommy: I say, we ignore the Giant Smell for now. He always talks shit, and he hasn’t proven a damn thing. He can’t beat the Doomriders, and his new partner O’Brien is going to find that out for himself. I kind of hope they win that battle royal just so I can get these hands around his neck again. This time, I’m going to be tossing him down the 25 foot drop.
Billy: Hey man, let me do that. I took that bump.
Tommy: So? It’ll be better if I do it. He hates me more.
Billy: Ha Ha, fine fine. But like you said – Let’s ignore him for now… we’ll wait to see how the rumble turns out. Let’s hit the gym.
[With that, the tag team champions are off like a shot to the gym. A more focused Doomrider team, no doubt. The tag team titles are really starting to rub off on them. They aren’t just a novelty. The belts are no joke. They have to represent them with all the pride, and toughness and courage they can manage… Even if Tommy’s still binging from the win… It’s their time. It’s THEIR YEAR…]
Tommy’s latest parade was that of drinks and vomit. He offered to pay for the damages but he can’t seem to remember if he did or not. He’s excited. Can you blame him? He’s a tag team champion now. But above that, he has a chance to shut up the loudest mouth in NAPW… CHRIS CASINO.
Billy is content, but you can tell something inside of him will make him burst at any moment. He’s silent but noticeably aggravated… A somewhat big fight is coming his way against a former Television Champion. You can be sure that he’s feeling hostility towards his opponent… but who wouldn’t? Billy hates whiners.
Tommy moans and rolls his eyes back in his head…]
Billy: Hey Tommy, you alright broheim?
Tommy: Yeah, I’m fine. You got any asprin?
Billy: Naw, but we can stop to get some.
Tommy: That’d be (BLEEP)ing grand. My heads pounding today.
Billy: What did you do last night?
Tommy: The same thing I do every night, Pinky…
Billy: Trying to take over the world, one drink at a time eh?
Tommy: You damn right.
Billy: Are you sure you’re ok? I mean, you got Casino gunning for you next Tuesday. It’s not really the best time for you to go out and get shithoused. Is it?
Tommy: Meh, I’m up ain’t I? It doesn’t matter if I’m hung over or not. I got shit to do today.
Billy: Like?
Tommy: The Gym…
Billy: You’re going to the gym?
Tommy: (BLEEP) yeah. You coming with me?
Billy: I guess I could, I need to get all pumped up for Tuesday too.
Tommy: Who’s name did you draw?
Billy: Nightmare…
Tommy: Who the (BLEEP) is Nightmare? Sounds like a pussy to me.
Billy: You don’t know who Nightmare is? Man where you been? He was the Television champion for a minute or two there.
Tommy: It took me five months to realize who Lloyd Rees was, give me a break.
Billy: It’s all that drinking…
Tommy: I’ll “it’s all that drinking” you in the face, bitch. Why should I care who Nightmare is? He isn’t in my league anyway. If he was, I’d have beat the hell out of him by now. He’d have been branded with the SUPERSTAR logo. Do you see a logo anywhere on him?
Billy: Nope.
Tommy: My point exactly. (BLEEP) him, and (BLEEP) knowing who he is. If he isn’t Chris Casino, I could care less about him right now.
Billy: Chris Casino, now there’s a name that makes my head hurt.
Tommy: You think it makes your head hurt? I have to fight him again. I have to go out there and rub his face in my shit so he doesn’t come back around again. He likes a cat man.
Billy: The cat came back, there very next day…
Tommy: Yeah he just keeps coming him around. So this time, I’m going to bag him up and toss him in a septic tank, like my Uncle Morris used to do.
Billy: That’s pretty (BLEEP)ing gross, Tommy boy.
Tommy: Meh, you do what you gotta do, right? Casino is such a punk. With his planes, his bitches and his money. He doesn’t realize that those bitches are all sniffing out his greenbacks. If they even got one glance at yours truly, they’d leave his ass just to feel this six pack.
[Tommy pats his stomach, resonating an off balance sound.. Billy chuckles a bit.]
Tommy: Don’t laugh at me (BLEEP)o. You know I got it under this gut somewhere. The women find it sexy. Did you see how that red head was all over me the other night?
Billy: Red head?
Tommy: Yeah, that sexy red head… about 6 foot in heels?
Billy: Tommy? That wasn’t a woman…
Tommy: Excuse me?
Billy: That was a carrot top bouncer asking you to leave.
Tommy: (BLEEP) off… You’re full of shit.
Billy: I’m serious. Remember dancing on the tables?
Tommy: Yeah I was rockin’ it hard. Wigglin my ass and breakin’ it down Doomrider style.
Billy: Yeah you were breaking em’ down alright. In LAUGHTER. The bouncer came over and tried to grab you off the table and you just pulled him in. It was hilarious.
[Tommy smacks his face and hits his head on the dashboard lightly.]
Tommy: I really gotta pay more attention when I’m slamming down pints. Holy hell.
Billy: You needed Asprin, you said?
Tommy: Like a crack head needs a hit…
[Billy pulls into a convenience store. Tommy looks at Billy with a “thank you” in his eyes. He’s hung over far worse then any other time we’ve seen Tommy. He feels as if he’s been hit by a car, a bus and a train repeatedly.
He steps out of the vehicle… But that’s when Billy just goes off. Whatever was pent up inside of him… like an atom bomb… BANG.]
Billy: Nightmare, what the (BLEEP) is your problem? I’ve only sat through two of your promo’s and each time you just whine and moan. You see Nightmare, I look at you and I see a monster. I hear you speak and I hear a lamb. What’s your deal? You’re supposed to be a former Television champion in this place, but you come off as a whiny little bitch who can’t take a loss. You lost your belt, so (BLEEP)ing what? Now you have no confidence? That’s complete and utter bullshit, Nightmare. You’re supposed to be a professional. You’re supposed to be a wrestler! You’re supposed to be able to pick up the pieces and go balls in the next time. I don’t want to hear about your (BLEEP)ing internal struggle, I want to hear about how you’re going to tear my head off and spit down my throat.
Billy: I don’t know fear. I don’t fear anyone in NAPW. You know why? Because I KNOW I can go toe to toe with anyone here. There’s no doubt, there’s no hesitation, there’s no second guessing. I just go out, say what I need to say and get the job done. I thrive on competition. I dare you to grow your balls back and be competitive with me. You have a unique opportunity to show the people in the crowd and the NAPW a little something about yourself.
You have the chance to shut the critics up and start paving your own path in this company. Far too long have you been let to go on about your misfortunes and why. News flash, Nightmare – NO ONE (BLEEP)ING CARES. Pick your (BLEEP)ing fears and throw them in the garbage. You’ll get no where with them, especially when you’re facing a guy like me.
Billy: I feel no sympathy for you. I’m a Doomrider for Christ sakes. There’s no such thing as compassion for the enemy. If you’re in a weakened state, I’m going to take advantage of that. Plain and simple. Call me what you will, but I know that if I were in the same position – You’d take advantage of it. I’d suffer the loss just because I didn’t have my head in the game. You can expect me to punch your (BLEEP)ing lights out if this is how you want to rep yourself. No mercy, Nightmare. No Mercy what so ever.
[Billy clenches his fist and taps the door frame a few times. He glances at the store front once, wondering where Tommy is and why it’s taking him so long.]
Billy: If you look back at all the great battles in history, or even in the wrestling… every weak point is taken advantage of. Let’s bring you back, Nightmare. Let’s go back to World War Two when the Germans were invading Russia. Those idiot Germans didn’t prepare well enough and froze their nuts off waiting for a fight. They got put into a state that they couldn’t handle and the Russians ended up slaughtering them to a sweet victory.
You find yourself in a similar state. You’re in my territory, cold and alone inside your own head. Sitting in the snow with your army of fearful feelings. Do you think I’m just going to let you perch there, waiting for your warmth of spring to come back to you? (BLEEP) no. I’m going to run up to you with a spear and ram it through your heart. I’m going to make sure there is no way for you to suddenly up rise and take me over. I’d finger myself negligent if I did. I’d never forgive myself for letting you make me feel sympathy for your sad, pathetic little rants.
I could care less.
Billy: The only thing I care about this Tuesday is getting the job done and the win under my belt. So suck it up Nightmare, or else you’re going to experience complete domination. That won’t help you stop the mental bleeding you have. So get with it, and come at me hard you big son of a bitch. Pick yourself up and grab yourself a few weights and start training. There’s only a few days left for you to get into the best shape you can… If I were you, I’d go at it as hard as I could.
I’m not the wrestler that a lot of people think I am . There’s still that lingering taste of blood everyone’s mouth from when I used to be strictly hardcore. That taste is bitter and is hard for me to swallow. I know different, and I’ve been showing it ever since I got back here. A lot of people fail to realize that I upped my game and took on some more technical offence. When they finally get in the ring with me, they’re shocked to see me doing chokes, suplexes and holds that would make Hart and Benoit proud. But that’s their problems, now isn’t it Nightmare. I’d hope by now it’d caught on enough for you to at least look at some of my most recent tapes.
For example, Tommy and I debuted our newest creation… Ride the Lightning… and it won us the tag team titles. I tied up Clint, full nelson back suplex into a bridge. Tommy runs off the ropes, rough and rugged as ever and baseball slides him in the chops. Beauty and the Beast…1..2..3.
[Billy takes a sip from a cup of coffee that seemed to be hidden in the center console. He sighs to himself and puts the potential Roll up the Rim winner back into the cup holder, vanishing from view.]
Billy: Like don’t get me wrong Nightmare, if you wield a chair, I will strike back with whatever’s around me. That’s the difference between me and other wrestlers. I’ve been on both sides of the fence now and I can dominate and give beating in both directions. So don’t think for one second that you can resort to weapons without getting your wig split in half, I’d be more than willing to have your blood on my hands.
But let’s keep it clean, shall we? Lets keep it competitive. Let’s get that instinct out of you. I have a standard for my opponents and I’m going to make sure you live up to it. Be it you fighting back, or me just beating you senseless until it’s time for me to take it home. Make your choice. I’m ready for whatever you got, (BLEEP)shine.
Now onto bigger and better things….
Billy: Like swelling tag team scene that has their sights set on Tommy and I. It seems everyone and everything wants to get a crack at these titles… And they will. They will all get their shot at trying to dethrone the newly crowned Kings of Tag Team. But one by one, children. One by one. We have Next Generation in line next with the Untouchables breathing down our necks in the process.
But I welcome it. WE welcome it…
[At that moment, Tommy hops back into the truck and slams the door. He throws out the bag and tears into the bottle of pain relievers. Billy chuckles to himself, as Tommy downs four pills in one gulp. He lays back in his seat and starts to massage his temples.]
Billy: Better?
Tommy: Pfft, we’ll see. These aren’t even asprin. Their no name… (BLEEP)ing bitch was out.
Billy: Meh, their the same thing. It’s not the label, it’s about what’s in the pill. But you came back at a good time. I was just letting lose about the tag division coming after our straps.
Tommy: Oh yeah? Like who? Next Generation? The Untouchables? The Midnight (BLEEP)boys? Oh wait, I got it… The Monsters Of Idiotwood? God, everyone wants a piece of us eh? I’m right here boys. I’d dare you to try to take this knocks on his stomach… a weird tin sound comes out. away from me.
Billy: Are you wearing your title belt?
Tommy: You damn right I am. It’s better then a gold ring, or a chain. It’s 10 pounds of pure money. That’s what I meant when I said all the bitches want to feel my six pack… because it’s wrapped in gold. Ha Ha Ha.
Billy: You’re sick.
Tommy: No, you’re sick. I’m a SUPERSTAR.
Billy: Ha Ha, good point. But yeah, Kenny Krenshov had taken it upon himself to talk a little shit about us before he goes into that tag team battle royal…
Tommy: I say, we ignore the Giant Smell for now. He always talks shit, and he hasn’t proven a damn thing. He can’t beat the Doomriders, and his new partner O’Brien is going to find that out for himself. I kind of hope they win that battle royal just so I can get these hands around his neck again. This time, I’m going to be tossing him down the 25 foot drop.
Billy: Hey man, let me do that. I took that bump.
Tommy: So? It’ll be better if I do it. He hates me more.
Billy: Ha Ha, fine fine. But like you said – Let’s ignore him for now… we’ll wait to see how the rumble turns out. Let’s hit the gym.
[With that, the tag team champions are off like a shot to the gym. A more focused Doomrider team, no doubt. The tag team titles are really starting to rub off on them. They aren’t just a novelty. The belts are no joke. They have to represent them with all the pride, and toughness and courage they can manage… Even if Tommy’s still binging from the win… It’s their time. It’s THEIR YEAR…]