Post by KRENSHOV on Mar 4, 2007 11:16:29 GMT -5
(Continuation of last RP)
A fuse has been lit. What a joy.
PRESS CONFRENCE A dry day under the Vegas sun brings about forty people under an open terrace. Cameras, lights and seat are all positioned in front of a podium and a chair to the side—All the makings for a good ol’ fashioned meet-and-greet with the press. What makes this set up all the more interesting, is that behind the podium is a gigantic red poster with white lettering that reads;
N.A.P.W.
New Alberta Professional Wrestling
North America
A black limousine pulls up. Eli Potts and Kenny Krenshov step out of the long vehicle and take center stage. Kenny, dressed in his Untouchables tee shirt and faded denim jeans, takes the seat next to the podium. Eli, sporting over-gelled hair and a black button down, steps up to the plate as the press and casual onlookers indulge their curiosity.
“Ladies and gentlemen, I am here to introduce to you the future of the Professional Wrestling world. Up north there is a promotion that, with a little bit of work could turn into a monumental organization. This organization is named NAPW. That used to stand for New Alberta Professional Wrestling, but in our attempts to globalize we have taken efforts to change the name to, North America Professional Wrestling.
“Now, before I go on, let me address what you all are thinking. There is another organization out there, which I will not name, based out of Connecticut—and you’re all wondering, will this be anything like that wrestling conglomerate? The answer is no. Although the NAPW is a relatively new organization, the level of talent within this promotion is tremendous. Levels beyond anything you could ever find in America. We’re here to change that.
“Although it’s hard to believe, something good can come from Canada. Trust me, I struggled with that fact myself, but in this special circumstance, it’s true. Now, there are those that are working against the globalization of this product, there are those who would rather keep this company secluded in a dark corner in Canada. I believe that’s wrong. I believe that something so great should be exposed to the world, and hopefully, those who wish to keep Canada’s best kept secret away from you, will see the media exposure I wish to draw in the United States and change their minds.
“Some of you work for local news syndicates, other radio shows, most work for published press—and I know, you’re wondering, why should we even broadcast information about an organization we know absolutely nothing about? Well this Tuesday, I encourage everyone to check out WWW.NAPW-ONLINE.COM, and watch the weekly television broadcast completely live. You spread the word to wrestling fans, even check it out yourself, and I promise you, you will be impressed.
“As an incentive, as to why you should watch the live feed from the website, I bring you my client, “The Colossal” Kenny Krenshov.” Kenny stands, looking mean as ever, twisting his neck from side to side, and flexing his bulging muscles threw his tight tee shirt. “This man, as you can see, is absolutely massive. Not only that, but he is the most dominate man in the NAPW. He has destroyed over half of the NAPW roster himself, and is in a group of four other wrestlers that are attempting to make this globalization process happen, the Untouchables. This week, he and fellow Untouchables member, Jay O’Brien, who is tremendously gifted in the ring, will go into a tag team Battle Royale with five other teams. The winners of this bout will go on to face the tag team champions, and let me assure you, Kenny Krenshov and Jay O’Brien have the highest intent of walking out of the Battle Royale as the victors. Now at this time, I will take any questions you may have.”
A small man raises his hand in the middle of the mediocre-sized crowd, and Eli acknowledges, “Robert Robertson of the Associated Press. What financial resources are you exercising in order to globalize this NAPW?”
“Good question. Another member of the Untouchables, Chris Casino, who actually owns a hotel as well as a couple other buildings in the area, is going to use his funding and business management skills to further globalization. We’re hoping that with more exposure to the United States media, that we will be able to find more sponsors and share partners to lessen the load off of Chris’ shoulders.”
A woman stands up to ask a question, “What differentiates this wrestling organization from the others?”
“Another fine question. What has happened with other organizations, specifically the larger conglomerates, have burned away the spirit of professional wrestling. By this, I mean there is no more competition. Professional wrestling in the United States has become a spectacle, a freaking three-ringed circus. The NAPW is about competition, it is about desire, it is about being the best. I assure you if you watched our live feed on our website next to that weekly Monday television show, you’ll not only see the difference, you’ll feel the difference. Any more questions?”
“Yes I have one,” a man stands up with a pompadour hat, tilted down covering his face, and a long black trench coat. This struck everyone as odd, for this is Vegas, and it doesn’t get any hotter than that.
“Go ahead sir,” Eli said hesitantly.
“I just wanted to ask,” the man rips off his pompadour and reveals himself as “Bad Boy” Joey Malone, “CAN I PLEEASE BE PART OF THE UNTOUCHABLES?”
Now this was embarrassing and awkward. “Joey… I don’t know why you flew all the way out to Vegas, but for the last time, NO! Now please, I’m trying to better the company you almost ruined. Ladies and gentlemen, I’m sorry for this blatant interruption.”
”C’mon Eli! After everything I did for you!”
“Kenny, take care of him.” Kenny takes two steps forward, but Joey had already taken off running in fear. Eli sighed and shook his head, “I’m sorry, but I think this would be a good time to stop. One more time before we leave, please check out WWW.NAPW-ONLINE.COM this Tuesday to watch our live feed of Tuesday Night Fights, and hop on the bandwagon of the newest wrestling phenomenon.”
A few other people obviously had questions, but the interference of Joey Malone killed Eli’s momentum and he decided to call it a day. The two headed back to the limousine to end the first of probably many press conferences inferring to the globalization of the NAPW. You have to admit, before Joey’s interruption; Eli was on one hell of a role.
As the two got themselves situated on the plush leather seats, Eli pressed the intercom button and said, “Airport please.” He took his finger off of the button and looked to Kenny, “How do you think it went, well everything before that last part?”
Kenny replied, “I thought it was damn good, how long did it take you to memorize all of that?”
“Truthfully… I didn’t sleep at all last night. I was too nervous, I didn’t want to blow it in front of our first press conference. And Joey…”
“Joey made me want to beat some ass,” Kenny sneered.
“Save it for Tuesday big guy, you’re going to need it going into a match where you and O’Brien are definitely not the favorites of any opponents.”
“Hmph,” Kenny huffed, “Yeah, I already saw all the promos. Chris sent them to my room to make sure I saw them. I tell you what; some of these guys are going to get more than just tossed over the top rope. Take the Foundation, I think I have to beat sanity back into their pea sized brains again. They seriously think that they are going to create a cult called Foundationism.”
“Hah,” Eli chucked, “I saw that promo too! The Foundation trying to get all spooky by going to a graveyard and talking like they know a thing or two. Of course, they could have been doing this for awhile, I just change the channel whenever I feel those two pieces of shit could be coming on my television. I just don’t get them at all. On minute they’re robbing stores, then they are making shitty records in a studio, now they’re hanging out at the graveyard trying to be scary.”
“The only thing scary about Darko and Young is that they even have contracts with the NAPW. Parents everywhere should be scared that their children could end up like them,” Kenny said as he grabbed the already opened bottle of champagne on ice, and poured himself another glass. “Those two were probably failed abortions anyway.”
“The Famous Monsters had some words… I think? Their promo was so unwatchable that I switched to “The View” and was more entertained!”
“I don’t know why they let these guys in the match. I guess if you let two retards in, you have to let all of the retards in.”
“I haven’t heard anything from the Kurtis boys,” Eli stated.
“Who cares?”
“Good point. What about the Midnight Cowboys though? They had… quite a bit to say about you Kenny.”
“Yeah… they’re going to get it, and get it bad. They had the nerve to call me and Jay O’Brien untalented hacks. That wasn’t even the most insulting thing, they called the Untouchables a spin off of the Royal Foundation.”
“Ouch,” Eli cringed.
“Do they even understand what’s going on? The only thing similar to the Untouchables and the Royal Foundation is the fact that we are groups.”
“Yeah, that was a pretty dumb statement to make. I mean, that’s like saying all tag teams are just spin offs D-X. I guess the GED program doesn’t exist where the Zellor’s reside from, “ Eli said amusingly.
“The Royal Foundation is a group of pushovers. A group that doesn’t even deserve to be in the NAPW, let alone taking up TV time on Tuesday Night Fights. At least keep them on Action where they belong with Sam Finn, Legion, Nightmare and probably fifty other rejects that I don’t even know exist. My point is, the Cowboy’s association with the Untouchables and the Foundation is weaker than their one full-week of having the Tag Team titles.”
“I just laughed hysterically when they said you and Jay weren’t talented! Jay has still yet to be pinned or made submit, but yet he isn’t talented? And you, well you’ve destroyed more than half of the roster, but that doesn’t take any talent right? These two are ridiculously jealous, and completely scared. They know that they are already old news, that within a few weeks people will have forgotten their names. They even tried to saying that this was the year of the Midnight Cowboys… didn’t the DOOMriders already claim that one? I mean, we’re doing our best to ruin it, but c’mon!”
“Hopefully those two have been spaded, no one needs any more Cowboys running around,” Kenny said.
“Did you see the Jeff James and Dio Muerte promos?” Eli asked.
“I still haven’t figured out what a Dio Muerte is,” Kenny said in complete honesty.
“He’s a wrestler, Jeff James’ tag team partner.”
“He’s a wrestler?”
“Yeah, Dio has been around for a minute,” Eli responded.
“Get out of here. I would have remembered a name like Dio Muerte if I heard it before.”
“Well, he has pretty much lived on Action since he came to the NAPW… I think? Hell, now you have me questioning whether or not this guy is a wrestler. Anyway, what about Jeff James, the little tyke had a LOT to say about you,” Eli said.
“That’s because he’s scared. He’s scared that history is going to repeat itself, and yes, it will. He’s scared I’m going to run through him like the town whore just like I did in his debut match.”
“Jeffy was saying that the Untouchable’s no longer mean anything, and that he would end the Untouchable’s dynasty. I couldn’t stop laughing, it was like Tom Cruise rant on about Scientology. Then he went on to knock the picking up of the “no longer undefeated” Jay O’Brien, and took a blow at Kurt Castle in the same sentence.”
“Yeah. I was a tad more than confused trying to decipher what he was saying. I mean, sure, Jay didn’t technically win that triple threat match, but if I’m not mistaken, wasn’t Jeff James the actual loser?”
“You hit it right on the money Kenny, that guy was flat on his back, just how he likes it!”
“Hah, good one. What’s messed up about this guy, is pretty much everything. I didn’t know if I should get mad, or just call Dr. Phil up and see if I could get James on his show,” Kenny snickered.
“Yeah, as his promo progressed, it just continued to go downhill. The guy is honestly delusional, I mean most of the things he has to say are retarded to the tenth power. After talking about how you beat his ass in his first match in the NAPW, he goes on to say that the only reason anyone knows you is because you’ve been riding the Chris Casino wave… whatever the hell that is. I don’t think he understands that the Untouchables have only been around for a little more than a month, and you’ve been tearing shit up before hand. Your days of destroying almost the entire roster started way before the Untouchables. He takes a shot at Kurt Castle again saying that he’s a nobody, has no one told him that Kurt is the Provincial Champion? Then he asks if Chris think he’s really better than him, but Jeff honestly believes he’s better… even though Chris just recently beat that ass.”
“I got really confused when he said something about me being a rookie, and that Jay and I think that wins are everything, that they actually mean something. Well, yeah they do. They mean pretty much everything. As long as we keep winning, we’re going to be at the top of the food chain. As long as Jeff keeps losing, he’s going to keep slipping farther and farther away. Until everyone forgets everything he’s ever done,” Kenny said.
“Like he did all that much in the first place! He was a champion in a division that I still don’t think exists, and has Kevin Kodiak of ALL people as the number on contender. James actually takes pride in that! Then he has what, a DQ win over D-X?”
“Wow… so his entire career has been based around a championship title that has veterans of the Special Olympics as the number one contender, and a DQ win. That’s something to be proud of,” Kenny said with blatant sarcasm.
“Not to mention, ever since he lost the his mythical “Television” title, he’s been on a downward spiral. First a loss to Chris, then he loses his shot at the Provincial title. Man… Jeff should just go back to beating up retards so he can feel good about himself.”
“The rest of his promo was just him talking shit on me. Trying to get me angry and riled up.”
“Hah, he can’t be all there. Why in the world would he want you, the biggest, angriest man in NAPW to come in pumped up ready to beat his ass? The guy lacks a lot in the head.”
“Well, on Tuesday I’m going to straighten him out. I’m going to beat him down into a bloody stump. I’ll break bones, and I’ll rip flesh. When it’s all said and done, when Jay and I walk out the winners of the match, he’s going to be in so much pain that he will never run his mouth again. On Tuesday I’m going to send Jeff James back to where he belongs, back with his brother and friends to Action.”
“He actually said something about making you tap out,” Eli said.
“Completely delusional. No one will ever make me tap out, especially not Jeff James. I doubt James could even force his entire body weight to move my arm. He’s just a pest with a big mouth, and on Tuesday I’m going to show him how I used to take care of punks that ran their mouths in prison. I’m going to show him exactly what pain feels like.”
The limousine comes to a rolling halt as they arrive at the airport. Eli just smiles and shakes his head in agreement, because he knows that unlike Jeff James, Kenny Krenshov isn’t just words. Kenny Krenshov means every single word that he says, and that means hell for Jeff James on Tuesday.
A fuse has been lit. What a joy.
PRESS CONFRENCE A dry day under the Vegas sun brings about forty people under an open terrace. Cameras, lights and seat are all positioned in front of a podium and a chair to the side—All the makings for a good ol’ fashioned meet-and-greet with the press. What makes this set up all the more interesting, is that behind the podium is a gigantic red poster with white lettering that reads;
N.A.P.W.
North America
A black limousine pulls up. Eli Potts and Kenny Krenshov step out of the long vehicle and take center stage. Kenny, dressed in his Untouchables tee shirt and faded denim jeans, takes the seat next to the podium. Eli, sporting over-gelled hair and a black button down, steps up to the plate as the press and casual onlookers indulge their curiosity.
“Ladies and gentlemen, I am here to introduce to you the future of the Professional Wrestling world. Up north there is a promotion that, with a little bit of work could turn into a monumental organization. This organization is named NAPW. That used to stand for New Alberta Professional Wrestling, but in our attempts to globalize we have taken efforts to change the name to, North America Professional Wrestling.
“Now, before I go on, let me address what you all are thinking. There is another organization out there, which I will not name, based out of Connecticut—and you’re all wondering, will this be anything like that wrestling conglomerate? The answer is no. Although the NAPW is a relatively new organization, the level of talent within this promotion is tremendous. Levels beyond anything you could ever find in America. We’re here to change that.
“Although it’s hard to believe, something good can come from Canada. Trust me, I struggled with that fact myself, but in this special circumstance, it’s true. Now, there are those that are working against the globalization of this product, there are those who would rather keep this company secluded in a dark corner in Canada. I believe that’s wrong. I believe that something so great should be exposed to the world, and hopefully, those who wish to keep Canada’s best kept secret away from you, will see the media exposure I wish to draw in the United States and change their minds.
“Some of you work for local news syndicates, other radio shows, most work for published press—and I know, you’re wondering, why should we even broadcast information about an organization we know absolutely nothing about? Well this Tuesday, I encourage everyone to check out WWW.NAPW-ONLINE.COM, and watch the weekly television broadcast completely live. You spread the word to wrestling fans, even check it out yourself, and I promise you, you will be impressed.
“As an incentive, as to why you should watch the live feed from the website, I bring you my client, “The Colossal” Kenny Krenshov.” Kenny stands, looking mean as ever, twisting his neck from side to side, and flexing his bulging muscles threw his tight tee shirt. “This man, as you can see, is absolutely massive. Not only that, but he is the most dominate man in the NAPW. He has destroyed over half of the NAPW roster himself, and is in a group of four other wrestlers that are attempting to make this globalization process happen, the Untouchables. This week, he and fellow Untouchables member, Jay O’Brien, who is tremendously gifted in the ring, will go into a tag team Battle Royale with five other teams. The winners of this bout will go on to face the tag team champions, and let me assure you, Kenny Krenshov and Jay O’Brien have the highest intent of walking out of the Battle Royale as the victors. Now at this time, I will take any questions you may have.”
A small man raises his hand in the middle of the mediocre-sized crowd, and Eli acknowledges, “Robert Robertson of the Associated Press. What financial resources are you exercising in order to globalize this NAPW?”
“Good question. Another member of the Untouchables, Chris Casino, who actually owns a hotel as well as a couple other buildings in the area, is going to use his funding and business management skills to further globalization. We’re hoping that with more exposure to the United States media, that we will be able to find more sponsors and share partners to lessen the load off of Chris’ shoulders.”
A woman stands up to ask a question, “What differentiates this wrestling organization from the others?”
“Another fine question. What has happened with other organizations, specifically the larger conglomerates, have burned away the spirit of professional wrestling. By this, I mean there is no more competition. Professional wrestling in the United States has become a spectacle, a freaking three-ringed circus. The NAPW is about competition, it is about desire, it is about being the best. I assure you if you watched our live feed on our website next to that weekly Monday television show, you’ll not only see the difference, you’ll feel the difference. Any more questions?”
“Yes I have one,” a man stands up with a pompadour hat, tilted down covering his face, and a long black trench coat. This struck everyone as odd, for this is Vegas, and it doesn’t get any hotter than that.
“Go ahead sir,” Eli said hesitantly.
“I just wanted to ask,” the man rips off his pompadour and reveals himself as “Bad Boy” Joey Malone, “CAN I PLEEASE BE PART OF THE UNTOUCHABLES?”
Now this was embarrassing and awkward. “Joey… I don’t know why you flew all the way out to Vegas, but for the last time, NO! Now please, I’m trying to better the company you almost ruined. Ladies and gentlemen, I’m sorry for this blatant interruption.”
”C’mon Eli! After everything I did for you!”
“Kenny, take care of him.” Kenny takes two steps forward, but Joey had already taken off running in fear. Eli sighed and shook his head, “I’m sorry, but I think this would be a good time to stop. One more time before we leave, please check out WWW.NAPW-ONLINE.COM this Tuesday to watch our live feed of Tuesday Night Fights, and hop on the bandwagon of the newest wrestling phenomenon.”
A few other people obviously had questions, but the interference of Joey Malone killed Eli’s momentum and he decided to call it a day. The two headed back to the limousine to end the first of probably many press conferences inferring to the globalization of the NAPW. You have to admit, before Joey’s interruption; Eli was on one hell of a role.
As the two got themselves situated on the plush leather seats, Eli pressed the intercom button and said, “Airport please.” He took his finger off of the button and looked to Kenny, “How do you think it went, well everything before that last part?”
Kenny replied, “I thought it was damn good, how long did it take you to memorize all of that?”
“Truthfully… I didn’t sleep at all last night. I was too nervous, I didn’t want to blow it in front of our first press conference. And Joey…”
“Joey made me want to beat some ass,” Kenny sneered.
“Save it for Tuesday big guy, you’re going to need it going into a match where you and O’Brien are definitely not the favorites of any opponents.”
“Hmph,” Kenny huffed, “Yeah, I already saw all the promos. Chris sent them to my room to make sure I saw them. I tell you what; some of these guys are going to get more than just tossed over the top rope. Take the Foundation, I think I have to beat sanity back into their pea sized brains again. They seriously think that they are going to create a cult called Foundationism.”
“Hah,” Eli chucked, “I saw that promo too! The Foundation trying to get all spooky by going to a graveyard and talking like they know a thing or two. Of course, they could have been doing this for awhile, I just change the channel whenever I feel those two pieces of shit could be coming on my television. I just don’t get them at all. On minute they’re robbing stores, then they are making shitty records in a studio, now they’re hanging out at the graveyard trying to be scary.”
“The only thing scary about Darko and Young is that they even have contracts with the NAPW. Parents everywhere should be scared that their children could end up like them,” Kenny said as he grabbed the already opened bottle of champagne on ice, and poured himself another glass. “Those two were probably failed abortions anyway.”
“The Famous Monsters had some words… I think? Their promo was so unwatchable that I switched to “The View” and was more entertained!”
“I don’t know why they let these guys in the match. I guess if you let two retards in, you have to let all of the retards in.”
“I haven’t heard anything from the Kurtis boys,” Eli stated.
“Who cares?”
“Good point. What about the Midnight Cowboys though? They had… quite a bit to say about you Kenny.”
“Yeah… they’re going to get it, and get it bad. They had the nerve to call me and Jay O’Brien untalented hacks. That wasn’t even the most insulting thing, they called the Untouchables a spin off of the Royal Foundation.”
“Ouch,” Eli cringed.
“Do they even understand what’s going on? The only thing similar to the Untouchables and the Royal Foundation is the fact that we are groups.”
“Yeah, that was a pretty dumb statement to make. I mean, that’s like saying all tag teams are just spin offs D-X. I guess the GED program doesn’t exist where the Zellor’s reside from, “ Eli said amusingly.
“The Royal Foundation is a group of pushovers. A group that doesn’t even deserve to be in the NAPW, let alone taking up TV time on Tuesday Night Fights. At least keep them on Action where they belong with Sam Finn, Legion, Nightmare and probably fifty other rejects that I don’t even know exist. My point is, the Cowboy’s association with the Untouchables and the Foundation is weaker than their one full-week of having the Tag Team titles.”
“I just laughed hysterically when they said you and Jay weren’t talented! Jay has still yet to be pinned or made submit, but yet he isn’t talented? And you, well you’ve destroyed more than half of the roster, but that doesn’t take any talent right? These two are ridiculously jealous, and completely scared. They know that they are already old news, that within a few weeks people will have forgotten their names. They even tried to saying that this was the year of the Midnight Cowboys… didn’t the DOOMriders already claim that one? I mean, we’re doing our best to ruin it, but c’mon!”
“Hopefully those two have been spaded, no one needs any more Cowboys running around,” Kenny said.
“Did you see the Jeff James and Dio Muerte promos?” Eli asked.
“I still haven’t figured out what a Dio Muerte is,” Kenny said in complete honesty.
“He’s a wrestler, Jeff James’ tag team partner.”
“He’s a wrestler?”
“Yeah, Dio has been around for a minute,” Eli responded.
“Get out of here. I would have remembered a name like Dio Muerte if I heard it before.”
“Well, he has pretty much lived on Action since he came to the NAPW… I think? Hell, now you have me questioning whether or not this guy is a wrestler. Anyway, what about Jeff James, the little tyke had a LOT to say about you,” Eli said.
“That’s because he’s scared. He’s scared that history is going to repeat itself, and yes, it will. He’s scared I’m going to run through him like the town whore just like I did in his debut match.”
“Jeffy was saying that the Untouchable’s no longer mean anything, and that he would end the Untouchable’s dynasty. I couldn’t stop laughing, it was like Tom Cruise rant on about Scientology. Then he went on to knock the picking up of the “no longer undefeated” Jay O’Brien, and took a blow at Kurt Castle in the same sentence.”
“Yeah. I was a tad more than confused trying to decipher what he was saying. I mean, sure, Jay didn’t technically win that triple threat match, but if I’m not mistaken, wasn’t Jeff James the actual loser?”
“You hit it right on the money Kenny, that guy was flat on his back, just how he likes it!”
“Hah, good one. What’s messed up about this guy, is pretty much everything. I didn’t know if I should get mad, or just call Dr. Phil up and see if I could get James on his show,” Kenny snickered.
“Yeah, as his promo progressed, it just continued to go downhill. The guy is honestly delusional, I mean most of the things he has to say are retarded to the tenth power. After talking about how you beat his ass in his first match in the NAPW, he goes on to say that the only reason anyone knows you is because you’ve been riding the Chris Casino wave… whatever the hell that is. I don’t think he understands that the Untouchables have only been around for a little more than a month, and you’ve been tearing shit up before hand. Your days of destroying almost the entire roster started way before the Untouchables. He takes a shot at Kurt Castle again saying that he’s a nobody, has no one told him that Kurt is the Provincial Champion? Then he asks if Chris think he’s really better than him, but Jeff honestly believes he’s better… even though Chris just recently beat that ass.”
“I got really confused when he said something about me being a rookie, and that Jay and I think that wins are everything, that they actually mean something. Well, yeah they do. They mean pretty much everything. As long as we keep winning, we’re going to be at the top of the food chain. As long as Jeff keeps losing, he’s going to keep slipping farther and farther away. Until everyone forgets everything he’s ever done,” Kenny said.
“Like he did all that much in the first place! He was a champion in a division that I still don’t think exists, and has Kevin Kodiak of ALL people as the number on contender. James actually takes pride in that! Then he has what, a DQ win over D-X?”
“Wow… so his entire career has been based around a championship title that has veterans of the Special Olympics as the number one contender, and a DQ win. That’s something to be proud of,” Kenny said with blatant sarcasm.
“Not to mention, ever since he lost the his mythical “Television” title, he’s been on a downward spiral. First a loss to Chris, then he loses his shot at the Provincial title. Man… Jeff should just go back to beating up retards so he can feel good about himself.”
“The rest of his promo was just him talking shit on me. Trying to get me angry and riled up.”
“Hah, he can’t be all there. Why in the world would he want you, the biggest, angriest man in NAPW to come in pumped up ready to beat his ass? The guy lacks a lot in the head.”
“Well, on Tuesday I’m going to straighten him out. I’m going to beat him down into a bloody stump. I’ll break bones, and I’ll rip flesh. When it’s all said and done, when Jay and I walk out the winners of the match, he’s going to be in so much pain that he will never run his mouth again. On Tuesday I’m going to send Jeff James back to where he belongs, back with his brother and friends to Action.”
“He actually said something about making you tap out,” Eli said.
“Completely delusional. No one will ever make me tap out, especially not Jeff James. I doubt James could even force his entire body weight to move my arm. He’s just a pest with a big mouth, and on Tuesday I’m going to show him how I used to take care of punks that ran their mouths in prison. I’m going to show him exactly what pain feels like.”
The limousine comes to a rolling halt as they arrive at the airport. Eli just smiles and shakes his head in agreement, because he knows that unlike Jeff James, Kenny Krenshov isn’t just words. Kenny Krenshov means every single word that he says, and that means hell for Jeff James on Tuesday.