Post by "Sick" Billy Kryenik on Mar 22, 2007 17:36:01 GMT -5
[On the plane away from Edmonton, Tommy and Billy converse over the upcoming fights which could define them as Legends or Break them as bullshiters who were in too deep. For Billy Kryenik, it’s make or break time. I mean, it’s not like he hasn’t proven himself as one of the toughest wrestlers in NAPW History. He’s a NAPW Hall of Prestige member for crying out loud.
He has worked as a team with Tommy Deathrow to pulverize opponents in matches that tigers and bears stay away from. He’s beat every tag team in some fashion, be it with Deathrow, Cartwright or an impromptu partner that just so happened to help him get the job done. After all that, they finally won the tag team titles and hold them proudly. So proudly that they’re more than willing to walk into a four corner elimination match at Sole Survivor II with those same title belts held in the air. They’re basically begging the competition to come and take them out of their hands.
He has worked as an indestructible hardcore wrestler. Sure you have (BLEEP)ers like Casino who trash talk that whole side of the industry, but lets face facts: If you can get up after dropping 25 feet through tables, or walk away after having your head smashed in by a barbed wire bat, well hell – you can call yourself TOUGH. He even defeated his very own partner; Tommy Deathrow in a match that has been called the BLOODIEST match in the history of NAPW. But who can argue that? The Blood Bank needed to offer up seconds and thirds by the blood thirsty fighters after it. You could still extract Kryenik and Deathrow DNA off the floor to this day. Now that’s saying something.
He has been working on his technical game for close a year now. He’s been a wrestler for a decade and won various championships around North America, but none of them came because of his skill. They all came because of his toughness and will. But now, looking back on all of his accomplishments since returning to NAPW…
Since returning from a broken neck by former foe; Bruce Richards, Billy has been a one man wrecking crew. With a new focus, a new attitude and new skills that have been crafted day in and day out ever since his return. He won his return bout with the rebellious Dextro. He went toe to toe with dozens of other superstars in the Action! Battle Royal, eliminated the behemoth Kenny Krenshov in the dramatic final moments. He tore through the Canada Cup tournament, demanding that every NAPW superstar take notice that he wasn’t going to choke this year. He decimated then Provincial Champion, Kurt Castle to win that tournament and finally grant himself a chance to go for the most coveted prize in Canadian wrestling. The NAPW Heavyweight Championship.
Now, after fighting for his life since the Canada Cup, Billy Kryenik he finds himself facing some of the toughest challenges of his career. Billy now stands in front of three other tag teams who want to sink their poisonous teeth into the tag team champions, and one man who would rather knock Billy’s jaw off, then allow him even a taste of the biggest prize NAPW has to offer.
One Night. Two Matches. Seven Opponents. Two Championships. One Goal.
WIN
We rejoin the Doomrider adventure on a plan a thousand miles above sea level. The plane is well away from the homes of the wrestlers who will invade Ontario for the very first time. Unfortunately for the Doomriders, they don’t have seats next to each other. Tommy Deathrow has the unfortunate fate of having to sit next to a complete buffoon of a man who won’t stop going on about this strange rash he contracted from setting nettles all over his genitals. Deathrow is trying to be friendly, as to not get booted off the plane for killing an innocent rash victim, so he politely unlistens (yes, unlistens) as he nods and holds back his frustration with the fakest smile a human male can muster.
Billy is sitting calmly against the window. His head is rested on the pane of the glass as he stares off into space. Perhaps he’s thinking about the matches at hand, or maybe he’s thinking about this trainer that he speaks so highly of. Whatever it is, it’s keeping the gears in his mind busy enough for him to drift in and out of a day dream as a flight attendant rolls by with the food and drink cart taking up the isle way.]
Attendant: Can I offer you a beverage or something to eat?
[Billy doesn’t respond. He’s too far into his day dream to hear the woman right away. She nudges his shoulder politely. Like a spring, he jolts upright and blinks his eyes quickly. Maybe he fell asleep with his eyes open again. It happens to the best of us.]
Billy: Wha… What? Sorry, I was off in my own little world there.
[The flight attendant smiles politely and makers her offer again.]
Billy: Uh, yeah sure. What do you have to eat?
Attendant: We have chips, chocolate bars, and sandwiches.
Billy: Do you got any Doritio’s?
Attendant: Cheese or Cool Ranch?
Billy: Cool Ranch/
Attendant: That’ll be $3.50
[Billy scrunches up his face as if to internally curse the Attendent for the overpriced snack. He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a crisp, blue five dollar bill.]
Billy Keep the change.
Attendant: Thank you, sir.
Billy: Yeah, thank me alright. Buy yourself a Tim Hortons coffee when we land in Ontario. They’re only $1.39 there.
[The Attendant smiles politely and pushes her cart further form the isle. If you’ve noticed, Billy is sitting by himself. Tommy tried to fill up that seat after take off, but was whisked back to his seat soon after. It seems Air Canada is pretty picky on seating arrangements. So, Billy sits alone with his Cool Ranch chips and his thoughts, minding his own business.
But what could be on his mind is his soon to be epic battle with the current heavyweight champion; Ravager. After all, Ravager is one of the toughest men in wrestling, let alone NAPW. The man would do anything for money and use any means to get it done. You don’t have that type of moniker if you don’t have balls of brass.
Ravager, by every stretch of the imagination is the perfect opponent for Billy Kryenik. Ravager is fit, technical and calculated. He’s a stand up wrestler and a complete jaw dropping performer. Plus there’s mutual respect.]
Billy: Here I am, on a plane back to the Province that I was born and bred in. Back to the smoke filled skies and the over populated cities. Back to the grim, and the crime and the death and destruction. Back to the place that I ran from so many years ago. From my parents, to go into the crushing and doubtful arms of my trainer. From everything I knew and loved. I walked away to start something new… to follow a path that I believed I should be on… and No matter how many times the fellow trainees and trainer told me different, I knew that one day – I’d return to this Province as not only Billy Kryenik, but as a brand new MAN.
[Billy clears his throat.]
Billy: Not much is known about my career before I came to NAPW. I mean, there are bits and pieces of it put together in my biography on the website. There’s been recalls of my childhood in a few of my promotional video’s and what not. But none of that really tells anyone of where I came from, and how I got here. Sure it lets people know that I had an abusive father, and an overly loving mother… But as far as wrestling goes – no one really knows.
But I guess that’s all about to change, now isn’t it? We’re heading back to the place where I learned how to do a hip toss and got my ass kicked every time I stepped into the grungy little ring on Avenue and Queen. Back into the city that I learned to cut my teeth, and take my bumps like a man and move on.
[Billy relaxes into the seat, recalling whatever memory is being called up from his mental rolodex of memories.]
Billy: When I left home… when I ran from home. Away from the abuse and the beatings, I took a Greyhound Bus to Toronto. I’d always been interested in wrestling and my natural toughness and ability to stay with any fight until the end, gave me the insight that maybe wrestling is where I should be. So with the little money I had gathered from my parents wallet, my part time job and some pan handling – I signed up for a wrestling school. This school was a little different though. It supplied room and board, but the rooms were more like dungeons and the gym to train was more like a damp and moldy basement. It looked more like a torture chamber then a gym. There were weights and a ring and lots of eager young minds… but there was a Dominator of a trainer who took us all under his wing. There were 8 of us. 8 young, aspiring minds looking to put their apparent skills to use and make a go at this harsh wrestling game.
The trainers name was Han Samuelson. He was a Swedish born immigrant who used to wrestle for the Swedish national team and then later on professionally for some wrestling organization in Europe. I forget the name, but it’s probably folded up and forgotten anyway.
Han wasn’t much of a people person. In fact, you could probably compare him to Bill Watts of the WCW era. He had a world of wrestling knowledge but he couldn’t give compassion to save his life. He’d respect you more for swimming until you died and drown, then for you to ask for his hand in safety.
[Billy sets the bag of chips aside.]
Billy: He taught me many lessons. So many, that most of them probably won’t come back to me until I see him once again… That is of course, if he answers my phone calls. But none the less he taught me something early on, that I never really grasped until I came to NAPW. He taught me about respect.
You see, Han respected every wrestler he was training. He respected us so much that me made us learn our lessons the hard way. He taught us to respect our opponents and only by respecting them, will you learn to understand how they wrestle. I doubted him. I begged to differ at every turn and he made me pay for it every (BLEEP)ing day. He’d say “GIVE ME PUSH-UPS UNTIL YOU PUKE, YOU (BLEEP)ING ARROGANT PIECE OF TRASH!”
And he’d force me too. He’d sit on my back and force me to do pushups until I vomited all over his gym. After that, he’d hand me this shitty mop and bucket and make me clean it up. He taught me the value of listening and learning… even if it took a decade to finally sink in. But more than just respect, he taught me that you had to earn it…
[Billy opens a bottle of water that he had inside of his carry on bag. He takes a sip, which was a prelude to him finishing off the entire bottle before speaking again. In the background, you can hear Deathrow hitting on the Flight Attendant, asking her various questions about her bust and availability.]
Billy: Respect doesn’t come free. It doesn’t come instantly. It is worked for. Ravager, you and I have traveled miles up and down the road together. We’ve competed on the same team, on opposing teams and every time it’s been a bare knuckle affair… but this time it’s different. It’s not just about mutual respect, and it’s bigger then the NAPW heavyweight title, it’s about showing myself to the world and to my old trainer. But more importantly It’s about showing everyone who ever believe, disbelieved or neutral that Billy Kryenik isn’t a man that will go away easy. It’s about showing myself that I can set forth my goals and accomplish them, no matter how many odds are against me.
You can sit back and tell me how much you respect me. I know you do. As I do you. We could write haiku’s and limericks on it for (BLEEP) sakes. But when you tell the world that maybe I am getting myself in a little to deep, and putting to many things on my plate – well my friends, clearly that respect does not go any further then professionalism.
If you knew me. If you really knew me, you’d know that there is no border I won’t cross. There is no bound that I won’t leap beyond. Ten men. A hundred men. A thousand matches, I don’t give a damn. I will go into everything I do with all the integrity I can muster and for this event, my so called friend, I will bring everything I have at you and at the tag teams. You may not think it is enough but immortality is not reached by working hard. Immortality is reached by working so hard that you physically want to throw up. Immortality is achieved by making your bones ache so bad that they want to leave your own skin and never come back. It is reached by only the fittest, the strongest and the most determined people that grace this great world of ours.
[The Flight Attendant goes storming by Billy. Deathrow stands up from the back and puts his arms in the air and says “What? What did I do?”. He laughs subtly as Billy looks back at him. Tommy just smiles and carries on with himself. The man beside him has fallen asleep, probably in mid conversation. Billy shakes his head and turns himself back towards the camera.]
Billy: Some people believe I can get there. Some people don’t. There’s people who believe I will usher in and lead the new breed of wrestling NAPW and there are others who rest their faith on you Ravager. It doesn’t matter to me what they say. It isn’t worth a damn that someone could say that I am making myself too busy and it’ll only hurt me… I don’t give a shit about anyone or anything that would try to keep me down. All I care about is PROVING that my career is finally coming around full. I want to show the world that years and years of bleeding, bruising and nursing broken bones was worth it… Because I know It was. I know that everything that I have worked for was for a reason and at Sole Survivor Ravager, whether you like it or not – I WILL walk away from that ring carrying the very title that would cement my immortality in the legendary ring of our great business. At Sole Survivor Ravager, the story will not be about you turning it around and reaping redemption for your falter last year… No No. The story will be how a man came from an abusive home, took years and years of bumps and finally reached his Mecca and crashed down on the Doubter with furious anger ! HOT ASSAULT! AND UNDENIABLE PASSION! TO CROWN A NEW LEADER IN N.A.P.W.!
[Billy’s face is completely red with passion. He’s feeling it flow through his body as he sits on the plane, waiting to for the plane to land in Windsor. At that moment, Deathrow pops back up, and sits right down.]
Deathrow: Wow, you look tense buddy… I don’t think well have to worry about the attendent getting upset at me now. I scared her off, Ha Ha.
[Billy looks out the window… as the Camera closes.]
He has worked as a team with Tommy Deathrow to pulverize opponents in matches that tigers and bears stay away from. He’s beat every tag team in some fashion, be it with Deathrow, Cartwright or an impromptu partner that just so happened to help him get the job done. After all that, they finally won the tag team titles and hold them proudly. So proudly that they’re more than willing to walk into a four corner elimination match at Sole Survivor II with those same title belts held in the air. They’re basically begging the competition to come and take them out of their hands.
He has worked as an indestructible hardcore wrestler. Sure you have (BLEEP)ers like Casino who trash talk that whole side of the industry, but lets face facts: If you can get up after dropping 25 feet through tables, or walk away after having your head smashed in by a barbed wire bat, well hell – you can call yourself TOUGH. He even defeated his very own partner; Tommy Deathrow in a match that has been called the BLOODIEST match in the history of NAPW. But who can argue that? The Blood Bank needed to offer up seconds and thirds by the blood thirsty fighters after it. You could still extract Kryenik and Deathrow DNA off the floor to this day. Now that’s saying something.
He has been working on his technical game for close a year now. He’s been a wrestler for a decade and won various championships around North America, but none of them came because of his skill. They all came because of his toughness and will. But now, looking back on all of his accomplishments since returning to NAPW…
Since returning from a broken neck by former foe; Bruce Richards, Billy has been a one man wrecking crew. With a new focus, a new attitude and new skills that have been crafted day in and day out ever since his return. He won his return bout with the rebellious Dextro. He went toe to toe with dozens of other superstars in the Action! Battle Royal, eliminated the behemoth Kenny Krenshov in the dramatic final moments. He tore through the Canada Cup tournament, demanding that every NAPW superstar take notice that he wasn’t going to choke this year. He decimated then Provincial Champion, Kurt Castle to win that tournament and finally grant himself a chance to go for the most coveted prize in Canadian wrestling. The NAPW Heavyweight Championship.
Now, after fighting for his life since the Canada Cup, Billy Kryenik he finds himself facing some of the toughest challenges of his career. Billy now stands in front of three other tag teams who want to sink their poisonous teeth into the tag team champions, and one man who would rather knock Billy’s jaw off, then allow him even a taste of the biggest prize NAPW has to offer.
One Night. Two Matches. Seven Opponents. Two Championships. One Goal.
WIN
We rejoin the Doomrider adventure on a plan a thousand miles above sea level. The plane is well away from the homes of the wrestlers who will invade Ontario for the very first time. Unfortunately for the Doomriders, they don’t have seats next to each other. Tommy Deathrow has the unfortunate fate of having to sit next to a complete buffoon of a man who won’t stop going on about this strange rash he contracted from setting nettles all over his genitals. Deathrow is trying to be friendly, as to not get booted off the plane for killing an innocent rash victim, so he politely unlistens (yes, unlistens) as he nods and holds back his frustration with the fakest smile a human male can muster.
Billy is sitting calmly against the window. His head is rested on the pane of the glass as he stares off into space. Perhaps he’s thinking about the matches at hand, or maybe he’s thinking about this trainer that he speaks so highly of. Whatever it is, it’s keeping the gears in his mind busy enough for him to drift in and out of a day dream as a flight attendant rolls by with the food and drink cart taking up the isle way.]
Attendant: Can I offer you a beverage or something to eat?
[Billy doesn’t respond. He’s too far into his day dream to hear the woman right away. She nudges his shoulder politely. Like a spring, he jolts upright and blinks his eyes quickly. Maybe he fell asleep with his eyes open again. It happens to the best of us.]
Billy: Wha… What? Sorry, I was off in my own little world there.
[The flight attendant smiles politely and makers her offer again.]
Billy: Uh, yeah sure. What do you have to eat?
Attendant: We have chips, chocolate bars, and sandwiches.
Billy: Do you got any Doritio’s?
Attendant: Cheese or Cool Ranch?
Billy: Cool Ranch/
Attendant: That’ll be $3.50
[Billy scrunches up his face as if to internally curse the Attendent for the overpriced snack. He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a crisp, blue five dollar bill.]
Billy Keep the change.
Attendant: Thank you, sir.
Billy: Yeah, thank me alright. Buy yourself a Tim Hortons coffee when we land in Ontario. They’re only $1.39 there.
[The Attendant smiles politely and pushes her cart further form the isle. If you’ve noticed, Billy is sitting by himself. Tommy tried to fill up that seat after take off, but was whisked back to his seat soon after. It seems Air Canada is pretty picky on seating arrangements. So, Billy sits alone with his Cool Ranch chips and his thoughts, minding his own business.
But what could be on his mind is his soon to be epic battle with the current heavyweight champion; Ravager. After all, Ravager is one of the toughest men in wrestling, let alone NAPW. The man would do anything for money and use any means to get it done. You don’t have that type of moniker if you don’t have balls of brass.
Ravager, by every stretch of the imagination is the perfect opponent for Billy Kryenik. Ravager is fit, technical and calculated. He’s a stand up wrestler and a complete jaw dropping performer. Plus there’s mutual respect.]
Billy: Here I am, on a plane back to the Province that I was born and bred in. Back to the smoke filled skies and the over populated cities. Back to the grim, and the crime and the death and destruction. Back to the place that I ran from so many years ago. From my parents, to go into the crushing and doubtful arms of my trainer. From everything I knew and loved. I walked away to start something new… to follow a path that I believed I should be on… and No matter how many times the fellow trainees and trainer told me different, I knew that one day – I’d return to this Province as not only Billy Kryenik, but as a brand new MAN.
[Billy clears his throat.]
Billy: Not much is known about my career before I came to NAPW. I mean, there are bits and pieces of it put together in my biography on the website. There’s been recalls of my childhood in a few of my promotional video’s and what not. But none of that really tells anyone of where I came from, and how I got here. Sure it lets people know that I had an abusive father, and an overly loving mother… But as far as wrestling goes – no one really knows.
But I guess that’s all about to change, now isn’t it? We’re heading back to the place where I learned how to do a hip toss and got my ass kicked every time I stepped into the grungy little ring on Avenue and Queen. Back into the city that I learned to cut my teeth, and take my bumps like a man and move on.
[Billy relaxes into the seat, recalling whatever memory is being called up from his mental rolodex of memories.]
Billy: When I left home… when I ran from home. Away from the abuse and the beatings, I took a Greyhound Bus to Toronto. I’d always been interested in wrestling and my natural toughness and ability to stay with any fight until the end, gave me the insight that maybe wrestling is where I should be. So with the little money I had gathered from my parents wallet, my part time job and some pan handling – I signed up for a wrestling school. This school was a little different though. It supplied room and board, but the rooms were more like dungeons and the gym to train was more like a damp and moldy basement. It looked more like a torture chamber then a gym. There were weights and a ring and lots of eager young minds… but there was a Dominator of a trainer who took us all under his wing. There were 8 of us. 8 young, aspiring minds looking to put their apparent skills to use and make a go at this harsh wrestling game.
The trainers name was Han Samuelson. He was a Swedish born immigrant who used to wrestle for the Swedish national team and then later on professionally for some wrestling organization in Europe. I forget the name, but it’s probably folded up and forgotten anyway.
Han wasn’t much of a people person. In fact, you could probably compare him to Bill Watts of the WCW era. He had a world of wrestling knowledge but he couldn’t give compassion to save his life. He’d respect you more for swimming until you died and drown, then for you to ask for his hand in safety.
[Billy sets the bag of chips aside.]
Billy: He taught me many lessons. So many, that most of them probably won’t come back to me until I see him once again… That is of course, if he answers my phone calls. But none the less he taught me something early on, that I never really grasped until I came to NAPW. He taught me about respect.
You see, Han respected every wrestler he was training. He respected us so much that me made us learn our lessons the hard way. He taught us to respect our opponents and only by respecting them, will you learn to understand how they wrestle. I doubted him. I begged to differ at every turn and he made me pay for it every (BLEEP)ing day. He’d say “GIVE ME PUSH-UPS UNTIL YOU PUKE, YOU (BLEEP)ING ARROGANT PIECE OF TRASH!”
And he’d force me too. He’d sit on my back and force me to do pushups until I vomited all over his gym. After that, he’d hand me this shitty mop and bucket and make me clean it up. He taught me the value of listening and learning… even if it took a decade to finally sink in. But more than just respect, he taught me that you had to earn it…
[Billy opens a bottle of water that he had inside of his carry on bag. He takes a sip, which was a prelude to him finishing off the entire bottle before speaking again. In the background, you can hear Deathrow hitting on the Flight Attendant, asking her various questions about her bust and availability.]
Billy: Respect doesn’t come free. It doesn’t come instantly. It is worked for. Ravager, you and I have traveled miles up and down the road together. We’ve competed on the same team, on opposing teams and every time it’s been a bare knuckle affair… but this time it’s different. It’s not just about mutual respect, and it’s bigger then the NAPW heavyweight title, it’s about showing myself to the world and to my old trainer. But more importantly It’s about showing everyone who ever believe, disbelieved or neutral that Billy Kryenik isn’t a man that will go away easy. It’s about showing myself that I can set forth my goals and accomplish them, no matter how many odds are against me.
You can sit back and tell me how much you respect me. I know you do. As I do you. We could write haiku’s and limericks on it for (BLEEP) sakes. But when you tell the world that maybe I am getting myself in a little to deep, and putting to many things on my plate – well my friends, clearly that respect does not go any further then professionalism.
If you knew me. If you really knew me, you’d know that there is no border I won’t cross. There is no bound that I won’t leap beyond. Ten men. A hundred men. A thousand matches, I don’t give a damn. I will go into everything I do with all the integrity I can muster and for this event, my so called friend, I will bring everything I have at you and at the tag teams. You may not think it is enough but immortality is not reached by working hard. Immortality is reached by working so hard that you physically want to throw up. Immortality is achieved by making your bones ache so bad that they want to leave your own skin and never come back. It is reached by only the fittest, the strongest and the most determined people that grace this great world of ours.
[The Flight Attendant goes storming by Billy. Deathrow stands up from the back and puts his arms in the air and says “What? What did I do?”. He laughs subtly as Billy looks back at him. Tommy just smiles and carries on with himself. The man beside him has fallen asleep, probably in mid conversation. Billy shakes his head and turns himself back towards the camera.]
Billy: Some people believe I can get there. Some people don’t. There’s people who believe I will usher in and lead the new breed of wrestling NAPW and there are others who rest their faith on you Ravager. It doesn’t matter to me what they say. It isn’t worth a damn that someone could say that I am making myself too busy and it’ll only hurt me… I don’t give a shit about anyone or anything that would try to keep me down. All I care about is PROVING that my career is finally coming around full. I want to show the world that years and years of bleeding, bruising and nursing broken bones was worth it… Because I know It was. I know that everything that I have worked for was for a reason and at Sole Survivor Ravager, whether you like it or not – I WILL walk away from that ring carrying the very title that would cement my immortality in the legendary ring of our great business. At Sole Survivor Ravager, the story will not be about you turning it around and reaping redemption for your falter last year… No No. The story will be how a man came from an abusive home, took years and years of bumps and finally reached his Mecca and crashed down on the Doubter with furious anger ! HOT ASSAULT! AND UNDENIABLE PASSION! TO CROWN A NEW LEADER IN N.A.P.W.!
[Billy’s face is completely red with passion. He’s feeling it flow through his body as he sits on the plane, waiting to for the plane to land in Windsor. At that moment, Deathrow pops back up, and sits right down.]
Deathrow: Wow, you look tense buddy… I don’t think well have to worry about the attendent getting upset at me now. I scared her off, Ha Ha.
[Billy looks out the window… as the Camera closes.]