Post by "Sick" Billy Kryenik on Mar 4, 2007 20:51:40 GMT -5
[Where’d Nightmare go? The behemoth hasn’t said another word since Billy’s verbal attack. Maybe it got to his head? Maybe Nightmare is running scared. Not from Billy, but from himself. Maybe all those words cut him really deep and now he’s nothing more than a shell of a man… Who knows? Silence is the only thing that’s been spoken and Billy’s growing restless.
There’s been some changes in Billy. Their pretty noticeable if you hang out with the guy. I know Tommy sees it. Tommy loves it. Aggression and Passion have both started to present themselves through Billy’s speech, his in ring actions and his body language. He’s on fire. You can see it in his eyes.
At the beginning of the year he vowed that 2007 Billy gets more dangerous everyday, and when you’re wrapped up as a Doomrider; that’s the only way to be. DAN-GER-OUS. So far so good though ,right?
I mean, the man himself made a pledge to make it their year and they’ve delivered so far. Billy won himself the Canada Cup and a shot at the heavyweight strap. Deathrow won the Provincial title, but it was stripped from him before he could even enjoy it… and then? Tag Team Championships get wrapped around their waists and suddenly Billy is starting to really get that Doomrider ball rolling.
What’s the next step? Beating Nightmare of course… but beyond that? Claiming whatever title shot he wants to go for.
Tommy knows which one, and when… but no one else has heard a peep. Billy’s kept it pretty quiet and I think that too attributes to his new found aggression. He’s chomping at the bit on the inside, and you can tell he just wants to shout out his answer… But he doesn’t. He keeps it to himself. Like the king of the jungle, stalking his prey. Who will he choose? Which title will he go for? Who knows. But as of right now, all NAPW Champions are being put on alert. An animal has just escaped his cage.
SCENE: Edmonton, Alberta. The scene of the next Tuesday Night Fights which will surely end in bloodshed. Any event that has a SUPERSTAR Rules match, is destined to be a bloodbath. Tommy Deathrow and Chris Casino are in no mood to be passive. Both men are ready to tear each others heads off. The night is holding steady around minus eleven. A light dusting of snow is beginning to blanket the town. The town folk embrace it’s winter, knowing that the groundhog has predicted an early spring. Only a few more weeks. Only a few more snowfalls and the flowers will be in bloom again.
Blooming flowers. Spring ahead. A new leaf is turned and there is nothing but growth. Billy Kryenik is in that frame of mind as he takes a stroll down the mildly populated downtown streets. He’s got growth on his mind. He’s got buds about to bloom. Who knows when he’ll finally flourish into the wrestler he knows he can be. He’s almost there.]
Billy: You know, I haven’t really said much about my title shot that I won at the Canada Cup. There’s been a lot of speculation as to who I could go after and what I could achieve. I mean there are three clear cut options that make sense. The first option would of course be the Heavyweight title. But who has it? Ravager.
I have no beef with Ravager. I respect him more than anyone in this company. He’s one of the only wrestlers I know that goes out there and does what I do… Get the job done and doesn’t bitch when it doesn’t go his way. I think that’s why I have so much pride in watching him fight. I know he respects his sport and has a lot of faith in himself. He’s not just an NAPW champion; he’s a champion in our minds for being a master of his craft.
He and the Doomriders are on the same page of sorts. We have the same goal; Get rid of those damn Untouchables. If we go back to last week, it was Tommy and I who came out to save him from that beat down that the Untouchables served up. Whether he likes it or not, it was because of us that he didn’t have to go to the hospital. It was because of us that he wasn’t seriously injured. Who knows what would have happened had he been left out there by himself against a group that puts n.W.o. to shame.
So should I choose Ravager as my opponent? Should I go for the big prize? I don’t know. I can’t say right now. I’ve got other options to think about.
[Billy breaths in hard and exhales fog. He shakes off a chill that went up and down his spine, only to warm himself with more words of wisdom to the masses.]
Billy: The Provincial Championship… now there’s a belt that brings me pride when I think of it. It’s a title that many great NAPW athletes have held… Unfortunately as of late it’s been around the waist of a man that I’ve took to task once before. Kurt Castle. One of the snakes in the grass. A card carrying member of the Untouchables and possibly the closest protégé to Chris Casino. There a are a few reasons to why I’d love to throw my challenge to him.
Firstly, he’s a member of the Untouchables. It’s no secret how much hatred has been between them and us. But he’s a man that I’ve proven I can beat in the ring. Remember tha Canada Cup, Castle? Of course you do. I kicked your ass from post to post and I was the one who walked out the champion. How’d your Untouchable camp handle that, huh? I know they gave you a hard time about it. But you said it was a fluke right? Well, if I choose you, I can show you once and for all that it was no fluke. I’m the real deal, Castle. I’m your worst nightmare.
Secondly, he holds the very belt that Tommy Deathrow is supposed to have. Tommy beat him in the center of the ring. He should be the true champion and I’d love to kick his balls square off his body for that injustice. Maybe he didn’t make the decision, but he certainly didn’t try to stop it. He isn’t the real champion. That title belongs in the Doomrider camp.
Lastly; he’s one of Chris Casino’s best friends. I’m like the thorn in Casino’s side, and imagine how much it would piss him off knowing that I took his boy out and slapped him around. He wouldn’t be too pleased. He’d come after me with his belt, just for that and I could get two shots with one stone. I’d love to show Casino how weak of a link Castle really is. I’d love to wrap him up in the Halo and break his (BLEEP)ing spine. That way one out of four pieces of trash have been compacted and forgotten. What do you say Castle? How would you react if I chose you?
[Billy kicks a chunk of ice in front of him. It hits a newspaper box, bouncing back between his feet. He kicks it onto the street.]
Billy: Now, Now, my last choice? Chris (BLEEP)ing Casino. The man who melted down the Kiniski Cup ,only to make himself a nice shiny belt. What for Chris? Couldn’t handle not having that strap around your waist? You make me sick. That CUP was the difference between the rest of the titles in NAPW and the Pure Honor division. It was a symbol of excellence. But now what is it? Just another belt. I swear to you, if I ever get my hands on it – I’m melting it down and recreating that beautiful cup. I’d bring it back to show that just because it looked a little different, it didn’t lose any of it’s prestige. I’d put honor back in that division.
You are the polar opposite of honor as it is. Everything you do is a direct disgrace to that championship. The Pure Honor champion is a man with pride and respect for the sport. A man that doesn’t need to jump other wrestlers for a competitive advantage. It’s a representation of what a true and stand up wrestler should be. You are a man who omits disgust and vile actions. You wouldn’t think twice about slamming a chair in the back of your opponents head while the ref isn’t looking. You’re the worst snake of all. You bite with your fangs and inject poison into your opponents.
You don’t wrestle cleanly. You can bitch all day about how you aren’t a “hardcore” wrestler, but I’ve seen you go to that well on a few occasions. Buckets upon buckets of cheating and bullshit are being brought up every time you walk into that ring.
How does that make that division look? It makes it look like a (BLEEP)ing joke. You should be ashamed of yourself for the misrepresentation of a division that is full of honorable men. I would love to do nothing more than finally drive my hands through your body and pull out that black heart of yours. I’d hold it in my hand, as the black tar oozes all over my arm. Pump.. Pump.. Pump… until I finally squeezed it until it explodes. You are a vile human being.
[Billy stops for a moment. He looks down at the ground and kicks snow away from him…]
Billy: I wouldn’t help you if you were dying in the desert. I’d kick sand in your mouth Billy kicks more snow ahead of him and watch as you struggle with water depravation. That’s the funny thing about life Chris… I wouldn’t be a bad guy for doing it. You get what you put in, and I know you’d do the exact same thing to anyone else… If it meant you were going to have an advantage by getting rid of them.
I’ve beaten you twice now. Third times the charm, right Chris? You can’t handle me. You have no solution for me. I am a question mark. An enigma that you’ll never solve. You better watch your step Casino. You better hope my boy Tommy comes out of that match with wounds conflicted only by you… If any of your goons come down, I’ll choose you and toss you off that throne of yours…
And then what will your followers think of you? Three losses to a “garbage” wrestler? Three times… You wouldn’t be a leader. You’d finally be exposed to what you really are… a (BLEEP)ing loser who lies and manipulates his way to the top. You’re good. But you’re not the best… I hope Tommy (BLEEP)ing kills you on Tuesday!
[Billy grunts to himself. He looks disgusted. The toque on his head is dipping just above his eyes. His green eyes glimmer however, in the Edmonton moonlight. That passion, that drive… that undeniable animal is trying to get out.
People walking by can feel it. They move away from him, making him more like a post then a person. They’re avoiding him… he’s tense.]
Billy: But all of those competitors are not in my forefront right now. Nightmare is what’s on my mind. I haven’t heard a peep from him… Maybe I (BLEEP)ed with his head and now he’s hiding in his home somewhere… Lonely and beaten, as he cuts his emo wrists because I pointed out the biggest flaws he has… confidence. He doesn’t have it. The only thing he has is a massive frame. He’s just a body. Another body for me to take out my aggression on and take another win from.
He’s a man that I respected ,but found out that my respect was for nothing. How can I respect a man who is filled with so much doubt? He is tainted. He is not a wrestler. He is simply a man. A man who has the unfortunate luck of having to fight me… at this point in my career. You better come prepared… You better show me I’m wrong…
[Billy wipes sweat from his face. The intensity in his eyes has begun to drip out of his skin… even if its cold.]
Billy: I feel slightly bad for him. I’m on a (BLEEP)ing mission and he’s in my way… so I have no choice but to destroy him and continue on my quest for gold… I’m apologizing now… For I can’t control my actions come Tuesday Night Fights. The Doomriders are going to be making statements. Everybody will be watching and two men will be feeling it…
I have nothing more to say… My actions will speak louder then words.
[Billy grunts again and walks past the camera into the cool Edmonton night. The snow continues to fall. There’s been roughly a centimeter touching down since the beginning of his interview…
Night Night… Nightmare.]
There’s been some changes in Billy. Their pretty noticeable if you hang out with the guy. I know Tommy sees it. Tommy loves it. Aggression and Passion have both started to present themselves through Billy’s speech, his in ring actions and his body language. He’s on fire. You can see it in his eyes.
At the beginning of the year he vowed that 2007 Billy gets more dangerous everyday, and when you’re wrapped up as a Doomrider; that’s the only way to be. DAN-GER-OUS. So far so good though ,right?
I mean, the man himself made a pledge to make it their year and they’ve delivered so far. Billy won himself the Canada Cup and a shot at the heavyweight strap. Deathrow won the Provincial title, but it was stripped from him before he could even enjoy it… and then? Tag Team Championships get wrapped around their waists and suddenly Billy is starting to really get that Doomrider ball rolling.
What’s the next step? Beating Nightmare of course… but beyond that? Claiming whatever title shot he wants to go for.
Tommy knows which one, and when… but no one else has heard a peep. Billy’s kept it pretty quiet and I think that too attributes to his new found aggression. He’s chomping at the bit on the inside, and you can tell he just wants to shout out his answer… But he doesn’t. He keeps it to himself. Like the king of the jungle, stalking his prey. Who will he choose? Which title will he go for? Who knows. But as of right now, all NAPW Champions are being put on alert. An animal has just escaped his cage.
SCENE: Edmonton, Alberta. The scene of the next Tuesday Night Fights which will surely end in bloodshed. Any event that has a SUPERSTAR Rules match, is destined to be a bloodbath. Tommy Deathrow and Chris Casino are in no mood to be passive. Both men are ready to tear each others heads off. The night is holding steady around minus eleven. A light dusting of snow is beginning to blanket the town. The town folk embrace it’s winter, knowing that the groundhog has predicted an early spring. Only a few more weeks. Only a few more snowfalls and the flowers will be in bloom again.
Blooming flowers. Spring ahead. A new leaf is turned and there is nothing but growth. Billy Kryenik is in that frame of mind as he takes a stroll down the mildly populated downtown streets. He’s got growth on his mind. He’s got buds about to bloom. Who knows when he’ll finally flourish into the wrestler he knows he can be. He’s almost there.]
Billy: You know, I haven’t really said much about my title shot that I won at the Canada Cup. There’s been a lot of speculation as to who I could go after and what I could achieve. I mean there are three clear cut options that make sense. The first option would of course be the Heavyweight title. But who has it? Ravager.
I have no beef with Ravager. I respect him more than anyone in this company. He’s one of the only wrestlers I know that goes out there and does what I do… Get the job done and doesn’t bitch when it doesn’t go his way. I think that’s why I have so much pride in watching him fight. I know he respects his sport and has a lot of faith in himself. He’s not just an NAPW champion; he’s a champion in our minds for being a master of his craft.
He and the Doomriders are on the same page of sorts. We have the same goal; Get rid of those damn Untouchables. If we go back to last week, it was Tommy and I who came out to save him from that beat down that the Untouchables served up. Whether he likes it or not, it was because of us that he didn’t have to go to the hospital. It was because of us that he wasn’t seriously injured. Who knows what would have happened had he been left out there by himself against a group that puts n.W.o. to shame.
So should I choose Ravager as my opponent? Should I go for the big prize? I don’t know. I can’t say right now. I’ve got other options to think about.
[Billy breaths in hard and exhales fog. He shakes off a chill that went up and down his spine, only to warm himself with more words of wisdom to the masses.]
Billy: The Provincial Championship… now there’s a belt that brings me pride when I think of it. It’s a title that many great NAPW athletes have held… Unfortunately as of late it’s been around the waist of a man that I’ve took to task once before. Kurt Castle. One of the snakes in the grass. A card carrying member of the Untouchables and possibly the closest protégé to Chris Casino. There a are a few reasons to why I’d love to throw my challenge to him.
Firstly, he’s a member of the Untouchables. It’s no secret how much hatred has been between them and us. But he’s a man that I’ve proven I can beat in the ring. Remember tha Canada Cup, Castle? Of course you do. I kicked your ass from post to post and I was the one who walked out the champion. How’d your Untouchable camp handle that, huh? I know they gave you a hard time about it. But you said it was a fluke right? Well, if I choose you, I can show you once and for all that it was no fluke. I’m the real deal, Castle. I’m your worst nightmare.
Secondly, he holds the very belt that Tommy Deathrow is supposed to have. Tommy beat him in the center of the ring. He should be the true champion and I’d love to kick his balls square off his body for that injustice. Maybe he didn’t make the decision, but he certainly didn’t try to stop it. He isn’t the real champion. That title belongs in the Doomrider camp.
Lastly; he’s one of Chris Casino’s best friends. I’m like the thorn in Casino’s side, and imagine how much it would piss him off knowing that I took his boy out and slapped him around. He wouldn’t be too pleased. He’d come after me with his belt, just for that and I could get two shots with one stone. I’d love to show Casino how weak of a link Castle really is. I’d love to wrap him up in the Halo and break his (BLEEP)ing spine. That way one out of four pieces of trash have been compacted and forgotten. What do you say Castle? How would you react if I chose you?
[Billy kicks a chunk of ice in front of him. It hits a newspaper box, bouncing back between his feet. He kicks it onto the street.]
Billy: Now, Now, my last choice? Chris (BLEEP)ing Casino. The man who melted down the Kiniski Cup ,only to make himself a nice shiny belt. What for Chris? Couldn’t handle not having that strap around your waist? You make me sick. That CUP was the difference between the rest of the titles in NAPW and the Pure Honor division. It was a symbol of excellence. But now what is it? Just another belt. I swear to you, if I ever get my hands on it – I’m melting it down and recreating that beautiful cup. I’d bring it back to show that just because it looked a little different, it didn’t lose any of it’s prestige. I’d put honor back in that division.
You are the polar opposite of honor as it is. Everything you do is a direct disgrace to that championship. The Pure Honor champion is a man with pride and respect for the sport. A man that doesn’t need to jump other wrestlers for a competitive advantage. It’s a representation of what a true and stand up wrestler should be. You are a man who omits disgust and vile actions. You wouldn’t think twice about slamming a chair in the back of your opponents head while the ref isn’t looking. You’re the worst snake of all. You bite with your fangs and inject poison into your opponents.
You don’t wrestle cleanly. You can bitch all day about how you aren’t a “hardcore” wrestler, but I’ve seen you go to that well on a few occasions. Buckets upon buckets of cheating and bullshit are being brought up every time you walk into that ring.
How does that make that division look? It makes it look like a (BLEEP)ing joke. You should be ashamed of yourself for the misrepresentation of a division that is full of honorable men. I would love to do nothing more than finally drive my hands through your body and pull out that black heart of yours. I’d hold it in my hand, as the black tar oozes all over my arm. Pump.. Pump.. Pump… until I finally squeezed it until it explodes. You are a vile human being.
[Billy stops for a moment. He looks down at the ground and kicks snow away from him…]
Billy: I wouldn’t help you if you were dying in the desert. I’d kick sand in your mouth Billy kicks more snow ahead of him and watch as you struggle with water depravation. That’s the funny thing about life Chris… I wouldn’t be a bad guy for doing it. You get what you put in, and I know you’d do the exact same thing to anyone else… If it meant you were going to have an advantage by getting rid of them.
I’ve beaten you twice now. Third times the charm, right Chris? You can’t handle me. You have no solution for me. I am a question mark. An enigma that you’ll never solve. You better watch your step Casino. You better hope my boy Tommy comes out of that match with wounds conflicted only by you… If any of your goons come down, I’ll choose you and toss you off that throne of yours…
And then what will your followers think of you? Three losses to a “garbage” wrestler? Three times… You wouldn’t be a leader. You’d finally be exposed to what you really are… a (BLEEP)ing loser who lies and manipulates his way to the top. You’re good. But you’re not the best… I hope Tommy (BLEEP)ing kills you on Tuesday!
[Billy grunts to himself. He looks disgusted. The toque on his head is dipping just above his eyes. His green eyes glimmer however, in the Edmonton moonlight. That passion, that drive… that undeniable animal is trying to get out.
People walking by can feel it. They move away from him, making him more like a post then a person. They’re avoiding him… he’s tense.]
Billy: But all of those competitors are not in my forefront right now. Nightmare is what’s on my mind. I haven’t heard a peep from him… Maybe I (BLEEP)ed with his head and now he’s hiding in his home somewhere… Lonely and beaten, as he cuts his emo wrists because I pointed out the biggest flaws he has… confidence. He doesn’t have it. The only thing he has is a massive frame. He’s just a body. Another body for me to take out my aggression on and take another win from.
He’s a man that I respected ,but found out that my respect was for nothing. How can I respect a man who is filled with so much doubt? He is tainted. He is not a wrestler. He is simply a man. A man who has the unfortunate luck of having to fight me… at this point in my career. You better come prepared… You better show me I’m wrong…
[Billy wipes sweat from his face. The intensity in his eyes has begun to drip out of his skin… even if its cold.]
Billy: I feel slightly bad for him. I’m on a (BLEEP)ing mission and he’s in my way… so I have no choice but to destroy him and continue on my quest for gold… I’m apologizing now… For I can’t control my actions come Tuesday Night Fights. The Doomriders are going to be making statements. Everybody will be watching and two men will be feeling it…
I have nothing more to say… My actions will speak louder then words.
[Billy grunts again and walks past the camera into the cool Edmonton night. The snow continues to fall. There’s been roughly a centimeter touching down since the beginning of his interview…
Night Night… Nightmare.]