Post by KRENSHOV on Mar 22, 2007 14:22:31 GMT -5
0817 AM. Middletown, New Jersey
Kenny Krenshov’s Apartment
The bank is broke. So much for Vegas, strip clubs, Don Perion, limousines, private jets, and the women… oh the women love a man with money. Everything about the Untouchables has changed, and to say Krenshov wasn’t adjusting too well would be an understatement. When you go from eating filet mignon and lobster tail whenever you please to warming up Spaghetti O’s on the stove, well, who could? When you go from throwing down a couple thousand on Black Jack tables on a weekly basis to clipping coupons… well, it’s hard.
Kenny felt the change, but it almost appeared as if Casino didn’t. Sure, he was a down and depressed about his money, but Chris was still Chris. It’s easy to take orders from a cocky prick when he’s feeding you a lavish lifestyle, but it’s another story when your “boss” is calling you up to see if he can sleep on your couch because he has no place to stay. Not to mention, Chris was an utter slob. All those years of having maids hasn’t done Chris a lick of good in this lifestyle.
When Kenny woke up, Chris was, thankfully, gone from the monsters apartment. There was, however, a nice mess Casino left that Kenny was just too tired to even deal with. His living room was a mess of beer bottles, Chinese take out boxes, stains on the carpet, and piles of blankets and pillows on the couch. The tired and grumpy beast rubbed his eyes and shook his head. Damn… he thought.
The entire dynamic of the Untouchables had changed. The money stopped flowing in, Chris has become an unwelcome guest that can’t be turned away, and not to mention the Untouchable’s have become one man, and one title shorter. Rex Caliber was an (BLEEP) for singling out Castle, and pairing him up against terrible odds in the Provincial unification match. Hell, he was doing the same thing to the Untouchables in the tag title match. How the empire of the Untouchables has changed, dramatically.
Then Kenny noticed the tripod set up next to his couch. Had Chris shot a promo in Kenny’s home? Casino was one of those guys who loved to shoot his own stuff; it just surprised the beast that Chris hadn’t pawned off his camera yet for a couple bucks. It wasn’t Krenshov’s style to sit down in front of a camera and spill his guts, but for some reason he almost felt compelled. Sure, it was early in the morning, his house was a mess, and Kenny never liked just spilling his guts… but after all the shit that has happened, well the beast had some things to get off of his chest.
Kenny sat down, brushed his hand through his short silver hair, as if it would really make a difference, adjusted the lens and pushed power. At first there was a little bit of tension between the Colossal one and the small device, but he cleared his throat and pushed on, “This is… well, this is a first for me. I’m not the kind of guy to come out with a lot of talk, I have Eli for that, but some of the things that have been going on… well they need to be addressed.
“It’s well known Chris lost all of his money, and the press has had a field day. Sure, life was better when Casino’s money was behind the Untouchables, but that doesn’t change a damn thing. Our loyalty to each other is unwavering, and if anything, the Untouchables will come back stronger than ever.” It was hard for Kenny to lie, he wasn’t cunning and devious like the Pure Vegas Champion, but letting the viewers think anything different would be fatal. The fans are like vultures, and they would only prey on any shown weakness and aggravate the already open wounds. “Others are jumping on the Castle scandal, as if you knew what really happened. It wasn’t steroids, it wasn’t pain killers, it was all a scam by Rex Caliber. Kurt was a good friend of mine and,” Kenny looks away from the camera, and for the first time ever, looks a tad choked up, “and wrestling was his life. He was not only one of the greatest wrestlers in the ring, but he was one of, if not the greatest Provincial Champion this place has ever seen. Now the belt sits on the shoulder of that fish kisser Lloyd Rees. Pathetic. Rex may have provided NAPW with more funding, but if you ask me, he’s running this place to the ground. His booking decisions are terrible, he’s paying the talent with peanuts, and now with him cutting the month’s shows in half, how does he expect us to make a living? Should I go to Rebel? Well if there’s one thing I hate more than a Canadian, it’s some southern douche from the Carolinas. The Untouchable’s are still going to take over, and once we do, we’re going to set things straight.”
Krenshov leans back on his couch, seemingly becoming more comfortable. “Just like I mentioned, terrible booking decisions, this four way tag team match. Are you kidding me Rex? Booking this match doesn’t even make sense. Are you trying to get a money draw? Well if anything, adding Next Generation and the Midnight Cowboys takes away from the draw. You know as well as anyone Rex, everyone wants to see the Untouchables against the Doomriders. Adding two clowns and two immigrants is just your way of slimming down the chances for me and O’Brien to walk out with those tag team championships. Guess what Rex, you can throw everything and the kitchen sink at us, and it won’t stop a damn thing. I’m the biggest mother(BLEEP)er to ever storm the ring, and Jay is a technical nightmare for people to deal with. Together, we’re unstoppable, and we’ve already proven that to everyone we’ve stepped up against.”
The beast leans forward again, focused, “As for those two foreign fruitcakes, a lot of people are giving you saps a lot of credit for getting the upper hand on me. I already hold one victory over the both you with Kurt Castle, and I know with Jay on my side things won’t turn out to be any different. Your egos are a tad big for your body, and if you both want to avoid sitting a week in the hospital again, then you’ll stay out of our way. Hell, if you were really smart, you’d stay out of the match all together.
“The Midnight Cowboys, clowns. That’s all they are. They love to brag about dismantling D-X, but c’mon. When the “Bad Boy” Joey Malone was in charge, he set up an ideal opportunity for you scavengers to prey on. D-X was already on thin ice, there was tension about the stipulation, and you two were nothing more than tools used to make Malone’s dream come true. It’s no lie, I’ve played that part before as well for Malone, and if anything, you two and I have the least problem with in this match, but the fact remains—the two of you do not deserve to be here. Period. Sure, you’re previous champions, but let’s be honest, you were transitional champions at best.
“Then, the only two left are the Doomriders,” Kenny turns his head slightly, looking off in a distant direction, seemingly in another place, “the Doomriders.” Suddenly Krenshov snaps to, “The Doomriders are the biggest pieces of shit in this organization. My history with these two is… deep. At Cold Snap, I went through hell. Honestly, I thought we had it in the bag, but when it was all said and done, I walked back to the locker room, bloodied and defeated. Doomriders, if you hear this, if you hear me, make no mistake—that will not happen again. Sole Survivor 2 is the Untouchables night, the tag titles are ours. Death is the only thing stopping me from leaving that ring, holding a victory over the Doomriders, and hoisting their titles high.”
Kenny lowered his head, his mind completely focused on everything Doomrider. With a sudden rush of anger he snatched the camera, almost hurling it to the ground, but he restrained himself. Slowly the anger faded, and he hit the power button to conclude his first ever personal interview. Sole Survivor 2 is going to be an interesting night.
Kenny Krenshov’s Apartment
The bank is broke. So much for Vegas, strip clubs, Don Perion, limousines, private jets, and the women… oh the women love a man with money. Everything about the Untouchables has changed, and to say Krenshov wasn’t adjusting too well would be an understatement. When you go from eating filet mignon and lobster tail whenever you please to warming up Spaghetti O’s on the stove, well, who could? When you go from throwing down a couple thousand on Black Jack tables on a weekly basis to clipping coupons… well, it’s hard.
Kenny felt the change, but it almost appeared as if Casino didn’t. Sure, he was a down and depressed about his money, but Chris was still Chris. It’s easy to take orders from a cocky prick when he’s feeding you a lavish lifestyle, but it’s another story when your “boss” is calling you up to see if he can sleep on your couch because he has no place to stay. Not to mention, Chris was an utter slob. All those years of having maids hasn’t done Chris a lick of good in this lifestyle.
When Kenny woke up, Chris was, thankfully, gone from the monsters apartment. There was, however, a nice mess Casino left that Kenny was just too tired to even deal with. His living room was a mess of beer bottles, Chinese take out boxes, stains on the carpet, and piles of blankets and pillows on the couch. The tired and grumpy beast rubbed his eyes and shook his head. Damn… he thought.
The entire dynamic of the Untouchables had changed. The money stopped flowing in, Chris has become an unwelcome guest that can’t be turned away, and not to mention the Untouchable’s have become one man, and one title shorter. Rex Caliber was an (BLEEP) for singling out Castle, and pairing him up against terrible odds in the Provincial unification match. Hell, he was doing the same thing to the Untouchables in the tag title match. How the empire of the Untouchables has changed, dramatically.
Then Kenny noticed the tripod set up next to his couch. Had Chris shot a promo in Kenny’s home? Casino was one of those guys who loved to shoot his own stuff; it just surprised the beast that Chris hadn’t pawned off his camera yet for a couple bucks. It wasn’t Krenshov’s style to sit down in front of a camera and spill his guts, but for some reason he almost felt compelled. Sure, it was early in the morning, his house was a mess, and Kenny never liked just spilling his guts… but after all the shit that has happened, well the beast had some things to get off of his chest.
Kenny sat down, brushed his hand through his short silver hair, as if it would really make a difference, adjusted the lens and pushed power. At first there was a little bit of tension between the Colossal one and the small device, but he cleared his throat and pushed on, “This is… well, this is a first for me. I’m not the kind of guy to come out with a lot of talk, I have Eli for that, but some of the things that have been going on… well they need to be addressed.
“It’s well known Chris lost all of his money, and the press has had a field day. Sure, life was better when Casino’s money was behind the Untouchables, but that doesn’t change a damn thing. Our loyalty to each other is unwavering, and if anything, the Untouchables will come back stronger than ever.” It was hard for Kenny to lie, he wasn’t cunning and devious like the Pure Vegas Champion, but letting the viewers think anything different would be fatal. The fans are like vultures, and they would only prey on any shown weakness and aggravate the already open wounds. “Others are jumping on the Castle scandal, as if you knew what really happened. It wasn’t steroids, it wasn’t pain killers, it was all a scam by Rex Caliber. Kurt was a good friend of mine and,” Kenny looks away from the camera, and for the first time ever, looks a tad choked up, “and wrestling was his life. He was not only one of the greatest wrestlers in the ring, but he was one of, if not the greatest Provincial Champion this place has ever seen. Now the belt sits on the shoulder of that fish kisser Lloyd Rees. Pathetic. Rex may have provided NAPW with more funding, but if you ask me, he’s running this place to the ground. His booking decisions are terrible, he’s paying the talent with peanuts, and now with him cutting the month’s shows in half, how does he expect us to make a living? Should I go to Rebel? Well if there’s one thing I hate more than a Canadian, it’s some southern douche from the Carolinas. The Untouchable’s are still going to take over, and once we do, we’re going to set things straight.”
Krenshov leans back on his couch, seemingly becoming more comfortable. “Just like I mentioned, terrible booking decisions, this four way tag team match. Are you kidding me Rex? Booking this match doesn’t even make sense. Are you trying to get a money draw? Well if anything, adding Next Generation and the Midnight Cowboys takes away from the draw. You know as well as anyone Rex, everyone wants to see the Untouchables against the Doomriders. Adding two clowns and two immigrants is just your way of slimming down the chances for me and O’Brien to walk out with those tag team championships. Guess what Rex, you can throw everything and the kitchen sink at us, and it won’t stop a damn thing. I’m the biggest mother(BLEEP)er to ever storm the ring, and Jay is a technical nightmare for people to deal with. Together, we’re unstoppable, and we’ve already proven that to everyone we’ve stepped up against.”
The beast leans forward again, focused, “As for those two foreign fruitcakes, a lot of people are giving you saps a lot of credit for getting the upper hand on me. I already hold one victory over the both you with Kurt Castle, and I know with Jay on my side things won’t turn out to be any different. Your egos are a tad big for your body, and if you both want to avoid sitting a week in the hospital again, then you’ll stay out of our way. Hell, if you were really smart, you’d stay out of the match all together.
“The Midnight Cowboys, clowns. That’s all they are. They love to brag about dismantling D-X, but c’mon. When the “Bad Boy” Joey Malone was in charge, he set up an ideal opportunity for you scavengers to prey on. D-X was already on thin ice, there was tension about the stipulation, and you two were nothing more than tools used to make Malone’s dream come true. It’s no lie, I’ve played that part before as well for Malone, and if anything, you two and I have the least problem with in this match, but the fact remains—the two of you do not deserve to be here. Period. Sure, you’re previous champions, but let’s be honest, you were transitional champions at best.
“Then, the only two left are the Doomriders,” Kenny turns his head slightly, looking off in a distant direction, seemingly in another place, “the Doomriders.” Suddenly Krenshov snaps to, “The Doomriders are the biggest pieces of shit in this organization. My history with these two is… deep. At Cold Snap, I went through hell. Honestly, I thought we had it in the bag, but when it was all said and done, I walked back to the locker room, bloodied and defeated. Doomriders, if you hear this, if you hear me, make no mistake—that will not happen again. Sole Survivor 2 is the Untouchables night, the tag titles are ours. Death is the only thing stopping me from leaving that ring, holding a victory over the Doomriders, and hoisting their titles high.”
Kenny lowered his head, his mind completely focused on everything Doomrider. With a sudden rush of anger he snatched the camera, almost hurling it to the ground, but he restrained himself. Slowly the anger faded, and he hit the power button to conclude his first ever personal interview. Sole Survivor 2 is going to be an interesting night.