Post by "Sick" Billy Kryenik on Mar 25, 2007 0:31:11 GMT -5
[ The plates of nacho’s and cold pints of Steamwhistle was an ideal outing for the Doomriding tag team champions. Billy kept his focus on hearing Tommy’s ranting and raving about Kenny Krenshov and Jay O’Brien. Listening to his drunken trailer style of attack. They discussed their moves that haven’t been displayed as well as they wanted too. Someone was going to be riding the lightning at Sole Survivor.
The alarm clock rang an hour or so ago, as Billy is already up about the city grabbing a plate of deep fried breakfast with a side of caffeine and vitamin c. Healthy balances like this can only be found in the heart of Toronto.
He’s sitting by himself, enjoying the day. Deathrow was still sleeping, he was going to sleep in as long as he could. The way Billy had been reping Han Samuelson made Tommy think he would going to be running from the bulls tomorrow. Who knew if the Swedish born Sensei was going to be running them raged for old time sake.
The sun is out, which is nice considering as soon as summer hits, the sun is blocked out and it’s just damn bright as the sunbeams bounce off the industrious layer of smog. Billy’s spirits are raised. The hairs on the back of his neck have been standing on end ever since his arrival back into his home province. He smiles as the beeping from a crosswalk, indicating that it’s ok for the blind to cross the street. Everything seemed so familiar now, and much like home.
That sense of calm is mixed in with focus. In only a few short days Billy would be on his way to the ring in two of the biggest matches of his career. It’s odd to see him so happy and pleasant though. It’s like there’s a light about him. Like a beam of his own that is causing his dominance to shine out a little more.
There’s a few older men reading the newspaper. The sports section in fact as the rest of the papers lay about the table. They look over in Billy’s direction, putting a face to a picture as they read about the upcoming events in the Toronto area. Billy catches their glances and nods back at them. The two gentlemen return to their paper, and gossip like a couple of sisters of the salon.]
Billy: Looks like I got recognized. I doubt they’d remember me from before though. But hey, it’s nice to see recognition anyway. Anyone I can perform for. I’d invite the entire city, if they’d all show up. But I don’t think the building can accommodate that many people. Sole Survivor is going to be a shit storm, and one of the greatest wrestling spectacles in the history of Toronto. I could achieve the greatest moment of my career, and one of the biggest moments in NAPW history. Defending the tag team titles successfully and getting to the Mecca of Canadian wrestling and bringing home the NAPW heavyweight title to Toronto, Ontario. It’s an unreal feeling to be here. It’s awesome to be able to present myself on a scale like this, right before the company starts running shows twice a month. Which by now, everyone should know that I threw my boots into the REBEL ring and I’ll be setting the standard for pain, tolerance and punishment down the Carolina’s. That opportunity is unreal. Back to the United States, only a state away from where I started in my first federations under the Switchblade moniker. It’s exciting to be alive.
But right now, my minds on seeing Hans again.
[Billy takes a sip of his coffee and cuts to the chase. There was a lot on his mind, a lot of things on his agenda while in Toronto.]
Billy: It’s only an hour or so away before I get to see my old trainer again. I know he’ll be pretty surprised to see me. He was extremely enthusiastic to hear from me again. Maybe he has been off from training for a while, or maybe he’s just happy to hear one of his students has actually done something with their career. I know I haven’t heard about any of the other guys in the class, since graduating. Maybe they had lives. Maybe they had families and other commitments. Either way, as far as I know, I’m the only member of his graduating class who is still competing in the ring. It’s an honour to be able to say that. It’s a great feeling to know that I’ve outlasted a few guys who started at the same point as me.
[Billy bites into his eggs and mows down a heaping forkful of eggs that happen to be natural and not jam packed with omega 3 like those specialty shops in Edmonton.
Billy: Maybe they had tough goes at it, but we’re able to pull through. Strength isn’t anything that can be built in the gym. It’s learned over life. Some people can cut it, some people can’t. I can only assume that those guys just couldn’t deal with it. Whether it’s being away from a loved one or all of the physical pain us wrestlers have to endure. It’s a hard business, and there’s really no shame in backing out of it for other options. Not everyone is cut out to be a wrestler. It takes Drive and Determination to be able to deal with the trials of the road and the mystery of bad bookers and crooked promoters. (BLEEP), I know I’ve been screwed out of money, beaten up backstage after the show and left to just bleed it out. It’s a tough world out there.
Either way, I know Han is really excited. It was weird though. When he was training us, there was never an ounce of positive enthusiasm in his voice. It was always his big, booming, broken English voice that was screaming obscenities at us. Over and over again. “GET UP! GET UP YOU (BLEEP)ING PARASITE! COME ON YOU COCK SUCKER!”…
[Drifting into Billy’s mind the memories of Han Samuelson and the dirty and gungy gym he’d been trained in so many years ago. There were cots along the wall with several bodies keeping them warm and occupied over the whee hours of the night. It’s roughly five in the morning with the entire room sleeping soundly. It looks more like Army Barracks then it does any type of comfortable home. Snoring comes from several of the beds, but it seems like the guys in each bed are so used to each others sounds that it doesn’t interrupt their sleeping pattern. Or maybe their just too damn exhausted, because human beings don’t usually make sounds like that unless their out like a light.
Crash A hard metal door swings open and slams into the wall. “RISE AND SHINE YOU SACKS OF SHIT!” booms out with strong Swedish accent, but nobody moves. A large man, roughly 300 pounds of 6’5 muscle stands in the doorway with what looks like a large piece of cable about an inch and half thick. He slams it into his hand and then down on the footboard of one of the cots. The man in the bed slams up, with his eyes open widely. It’s a young Billy Kryenik, only about 18 years of age. The large Swedish trainer continues down the row of beds, slamming his wire down on each of them. Systematically they all wake up and drag themselves out of their beds.
A whistle blows, ushering in another scene of 8 men being dragged out into the cold morning streets of mid winter Toronto. They all have on jogging pants and sweatshirts. Each has his own toque and gloves keeping their heads and hands warm. Han, wearing a massive parka, is leading them down the street as the men are about to engage in a 8 mile run, first thing in the morning.
Yonge St.
Bloor St.
Bay St.
Queen St.
The men jog and jog. One of the trainees falls, but Han picks him up, kicks him the ass and yells “DON’T YOU (BLEEP)ING QUIT ON ME NOW, BOY!”, that trainee was Billy’s younger self. Han holds the back of his shirt and drags him as he runs along with the rest of the students. Billy is tripping over his own feet, falling down, but Han keeps him up with his tree trunk arms and calloused hands.
The men reach the base camp in various ways. Some of the guys arrive standing tall, others are limping there way into the building. Billy, however has regained his stamina and ended up making his entrance mid way between the first and last runners. Perhaps Han’s words of criticism… er.. wisdom, got to Billy.
Back in the gym, the men are doing pushups. It’s only 7 am and the men have already been worked to the brink of exhaustion. The day has just begun. I guess that’s why they sleep so heavy in the night time.
Midway through the push ups, a wrestler keels over and vomits all over the place. Han takes notice right away and storms over, screaming his Swedish head off.[/i]… Back to Billy who is sipping on a coffee as he remembers the days of running, push ups and vomiting.]
Billy: I look back on that lifestyle as what started me out. At the time, I hated the guys guts. I mean, I really (BLEEP)ing hated him. He was such a hardass and so uptight about everything. Like diet. We ate 5 small meals a day, and if you snuck in a candy bar or a beer, he’d basically take it and consume it in front of you. He was a real prick. It’s true that the sleeping quarters were more like barracks. The days of the militant life style. It felt like we were all being trained to be special forces for an elite government who was hell bent on ruling the world. But even then, I wasn’t the best at this shit when I first started. I was actually pretty pathetic. I had a high pain tolerance, so that kept me alive – but as far as skill goes? Pffft, I was about as good as a Steven Hawkings in the ring. I was getting run over at every turn. German Suplex’s were really hard to take, over and over again. He’d pair us off one on one, but in an amateur wrestling matches. I would get dominated almost every time and he (BLEEP)ing rode me for it. He kept telling me I was a pathetic piece of shit and whatever other bullshit he could get out. He wouldn’t care if you were busted open, or if you had broken a bone. He didn’t even care if you threw up during an exercise. There was zero sympathy and no remorse. I think I mentioned this before, but if one of us tapped out and we threw up from the pain and exhaustion, he’d make us clean it up. I remember when Zakowski, one of the other trainee’s ousted himself after a morning run and push ups. Han went (BLEEP)ing crazy and rubbed his face in it. It was disgusting. But I don’t think Zakowsky threw up after that happened.
[Billy chuckles to himself.
Billy: But that was the first thing that Han passed on to me. It was his sense of brute force and unrelenting understanding for the importance of not being remorseful. I learned to just take the punishment, give it back out and not worry about the consequences. If the mother (BLEEP)er bled, he bled. If he had a broken bone, then that’s one less guy for you to have to run over again. I just learned to deal with it. I learned how to shut off that sympathy emotion. He molded me into a hard and calloused wrestler. I didn’t have the skill, but I had the ability to be able to punch, kick and claw my way through matches and opponents.
This may be one of my most important attributes as a wrestler. It may be my ace when I walk into the Heavyweight Championship match against Ravager. I know Ravager can take a hell of a lot of punishment, who doesn’t know that. But that being said, how much can he take? What is his brink? Will I have to smash his head into the mat repeatedly to just knock him out? Will I be able to stretch him with the Halo and rip apart his abdomen, neck and thighs with my bare hands? It’ll will probably come down to that. He’s one (BLEEP) of a fighter. But I will do it, if it is necessary. Whether it’s a popular choice or not, I will tear his muscles clear off his bones and force him to submit, be pinned or pass out.
Billy: Ravager, you can talk about redeeming yourself for your loss last year, but it’s not worth it. You can talk about how last year the odds were even more against you because there was two men facing you from across the ring. You can gloat that it will all be different because it’s just one on one. I don’t give a damn if you think you’re going to walk away as the Champion at Sole Survivor. As far as I’m concerned, I am not Rex Caliber, and I can beat you one on one.
Maybe it hasn’t happened before. Maybe this situation is completely unique. Just you and I, one on one for the very first time. But that doesn’t give you the advantage. I’ve studied your kind, I’ve fought guys like you and I’ve made them scream bloody murder. What makes you think you’re going to be any different?
At Sole Survivor, Ravager, it’s going to come down to who can take the most and who can give the most. Are you willing to put all of your pride on the line? Are you ready to give me all you have inside that Hitman body of yours? Are you ready to kill or be killed? I will be your greatest test Ravager, your most memorable test of all time. Because you’ll fail. You’ll fail miserably and you will always remember that time that Billy Kryenik did the impossible and fought two championship matches in one night and won it all. It will haunt you, long after I take home the victory! The memories of me Dry Laking you into the canvas. The sound of the referee slamming his hand down on the mat for the three count. Everything that can be remembered, will be. You’ll never let yourself live it down, but I’ll wait for you to try to redeem yourself. Even if it takes a year, like it did the last time.
[Billy’s cell phone rings.]
Billy: Hello? Hey what’s up? …. Just eating…. Yeah I’ll come get you.
[Billy hangs up the phone.]
Billy: Tommy’s up.
[Billy finished shoveling down the plate of grease on the table. He pulls out a 20 dollars bill and drops it on the table. A hearty tip for an eight dollar breakfast.
In only a few short hours, Billy was to be reunited with the man that taught him how to be a killer in the ring. Reunion of the Warrriors.]
The alarm clock rang an hour or so ago, as Billy is already up about the city grabbing a plate of deep fried breakfast with a side of caffeine and vitamin c. Healthy balances like this can only be found in the heart of Toronto.
He’s sitting by himself, enjoying the day. Deathrow was still sleeping, he was going to sleep in as long as he could. The way Billy had been reping Han Samuelson made Tommy think he would going to be running from the bulls tomorrow. Who knew if the Swedish born Sensei was going to be running them raged for old time sake.
The sun is out, which is nice considering as soon as summer hits, the sun is blocked out and it’s just damn bright as the sunbeams bounce off the industrious layer of smog. Billy’s spirits are raised. The hairs on the back of his neck have been standing on end ever since his arrival back into his home province. He smiles as the beeping from a crosswalk, indicating that it’s ok for the blind to cross the street. Everything seemed so familiar now, and much like home.
That sense of calm is mixed in with focus. In only a few short days Billy would be on his way to the ring in two of the biggest matches of his career. It’s odd to see him so happy and pleasant though. It’s like there’s a light about him. Like a beam of his own that is causing his dominance to shine out a little more.
There’s a few older men reading the newspaper. The sports section in fact as the rest of the papers lay about the table. They look over in Billy’s direction, putting a face to a picture as they read about the upcoming events in the Toronto area. Billy catches their glances and nods back at them. The two gentlemen return to their paper, and gossip like a couple of sisters of the salon.]
Billy: Looks like I got recognized. I doubt they’d remember me from before though. But hey, it’s nice to see recognition anyway. Anyone I can perform for. I’d invite the entire city, if they’d all show up. But I don’t think the building can accommodate that many people. Sole Survivor is going to be a shit storm, and one of the greatest wrestling spectacles in the history of Toronto. I could achieve the greatest moment of my career, and one of the biggest moments in NAPW history. Defending the tag team titles successfully and getting to the Mecca of Canadian wrestling and bringing home the NAPW heavyweight title to Toronto, Ontario. It’s an unreal feeling to be here. It’s awesome to be able to present myself on a scale like this, right before the company starts running shows twice a month. Which by now, everyone should know that I threw my boots into the REBEL ring and I’ll be setting the standard for pain, tolerance and punishment down the Carolina’s. That opportunity is unreal. Back to the United States, only a state away from where I started in my first federations under the Switchblade moniker. It’s exciting to be alive.
But right now, my minds on seeing Hans again.
[Billy takes a sip of his coffee and cuts to the chase. There was a lot on his mind, a lot of things on his agenda while in Toronto.]
Billy: It’s only an hour or so away before I get to see my old trainer again. I know he’ll be pretty surprised to see me. He was extremely enthusiastic to hear from me again. Maybe he has been off from training for a while, or maybe he’s just happy to hear one of his students has actually done something with their career. I know I haven’t heard about any of the other guys in the class, since graduating. Maybe they had lives. Maybe they had families and other commitments. Either way, as far as I know, I’m the only member of his graduating class who is still competing in the ring. It’s an honour to be able to say that. It’s a great feeling to know that I’ve outlasted a few guys who started at the same point as me.
[Billy bites into his eggs and mows down a heaping forkful of eggs that happen to be natural and not jam packed with omega 3 like those specialty shops in Edmonton.
Billy: Maybe they had tough goes at it, but we’re able to pull through. Strength isn’t anything that can be built in the gym. It’s learned over life. Some people can cut it, some people can’t. I can only assume that those guys just couldn’t deal with it. Whether it’s being away from a loved one or all of the physical pain us wrestlers have to endure. It’s a hard business, and there’s really no shame in backing out of it for other options. Not everyone is cut out to be a wrestler. It takes Drive and Determination to be able to deal with the trials of the road and the mystery of bad bookers and crooked promoters. (BLEEP), I know I’ve been screwed out of money, beaten up backstage after the show and left to just bleed it out. It’s a tough world out there.
Either way, I know Han is really excited. It was weird though. When he was training us, there was never an ounce of positive enthusiasm in his voice. It was always his big, booming, broken English voice that was screaming obscenities at us. Over and over again. “GET UP! GET UP YOU (BLEEP)ING PARASITE! COME ON YOU COCK SUCKER!”…
[Drifting into Billy’s mind the memories of Han Samuelson and the dirty and gungy gym he’d been trained in so many years ago. There were cots along the wall with several bodies keeping them warm and occupied over the whee hours of the night. It’s roughly five in the morning with the entire room sleeping soundly. It looks more like Army Barracks then it does any type of comfortable home. Snoring comes from several of the beds, but it seems like the guys in each bed are so used to each others sounds that it doesn’t interrupt their sleeping pattern. Or maybe their just too damn exhausted, because human beings don’t usually make sounds like that unless their out like a light.
Crash A hard metal door swings open and slams into the wall. “RISE AND SHINE YOU SACKS OF SHIT!” booms out with strong Swedish accent, but nobody moves. A large man, roughly 300 pounds of 6’5 muscle stands in the doorway with what looks like a large piece of cable about an inch and half thick. He slams it into his hand and then down on the footboard of one of the cots. The man in the bed slams up, with his eyes open widely. It’s a young Billy Kryenik, only about 18 years of age. The large Swedish trainer continues down the row of beds, slamming his wire down on each of them. Systematically they all wake up and drag themselves out of their beds.
A whistle blows, ushering in another scene of 8 men being dragged out into the cold morning streets of mid winter Toronto. They all have on jogging pants and sweatshirts. Each has his own toque and gloves keeping their heads and hands warm. Han, wearing a massive parka, is leading them down the street as the men are about to engage in a 8 mile run, first thing in the morning.
Yonge St.
Bloor St.
Bay St.
Queen St.
The men jog and jog. One of the trainees falls, but Han picks him up, kicks him the ass and yells “DON’T YOU (BLEEP)ING QUIT ON ME NOW, BOY!”, that trainee was Billy’s younger self. Han holds the back of his shirt and drags him as he runs along with the rest of the students. Billy is tripping over his own feet, falling down, but Han keeps him up with his tree trunk arms and calloused hands.
The men reach the base camp in various ways. Some of the guys arrive standing tall, others are limping there way into the building. Billy, however has regained his stamina and ended up making his entrance mid way between the first and last runners. Perhaps Han’s words of criticism… er.. wisdom, got to Billy.
Back in the gym, the men are doing pushups. It’s only 7 am and the men have already been worked to the brink of exhaustion. The day has just begun. I guess that’s why they sleep so heavy in the night time.
Midway through the push ups, a wrestler keels over and vomits all over the place. Han takes notice right away and storms over, screaming his Swedish head off.[/i]… Back to Billy who is sipping on a coffee as he remembers the days of running, push ups and vomiting.]
Billy: I look back on that lifestyle as what started me out. At the time, I hated the guys guts. I mean, I really (BLEEP)ing hated him. He was such a hardass and so uptight about everything. Like diet. We ate 5 small meals a day, and if you snuck in a candy bar or a beer, he’d basically take it and consume it in front of you. He was a real prick. It’s true that the sleeping quarters were more like barracks. The days of the militant life style. It felt like we were all being trained to be special forces for an elite government who was hell bent on ruling the world. But even then, I wasn’t the best at this shit when I first started. I was actually pretty pathetic. I had a high pain tolerance, so that kept me alive – but as far as skill goes? Pffft, I was about as good as a Steven Hawkings in the ring. I was getting run over at every turn. German Suplex’s were really hard to take, over and over again. He’d pair us off one on one, but in an amateur wrestling matches. I would get dominated almost every time and he (BLEEP)ing rode me for it. He kept telling me I was a pathetic piece of shit and whatever other bullshit he could get out. He wouldn’t care if you were busted open, or if you had broken a bone. He didn’t even care if you threw up during an exercise. There was zero sympathy and no remorse. I think I mentioned this before, but if one of us tapped out and we threw up from the pain and exhaustion, he’d make us clean it up. I remember when Zakowski, one of the other trainee’s ousted himself after a morning run and push ups. Han went (BLEEP)ing crazy and rubbed his face in it. It was disgusting. But I don’t think Zakowsky threw up after that happened.
[Billy chuckles to himself.
Billy: But that was the first thing that Han passed on to me. It was his sense of brute force and unrelenting understanding for the importance of not being remorseful. I learned to just take the punishment, give it back out and not worry about the consequences. If the mother (BLEEP)er bled, he bled. If he had a broken bone, then that’s one less guy for you to have to run over again. I just learned to deal with it. I learned how to shut off that sympathy emotion. He molded me into a hard and calloused wrestler. I didn’t have the skill, but I had the ability to be able to punch, kick and claw my way through matches and opponents.
This may be one of my most important attributes as a wrestler. It may be my ace when I walk into the Heavyweight Championship match against Ravager. I know Ravager can take a hell of a lot of punishment, who doesn’t know that. But that being said, how much can he take? What is his brink? Will I have to smash his head into the mat repeatedly to just knock him out? Will I be able to stretch him with the Halo and rip apart his abdomen, neck and thighs with my bare hands? It’ll will probably come down to that. He’s one (BLEEP) of a fighter. But I will do it, if it is necessary. Whether it’s a popular choice or not, I will tear his muscles clear off his bones and force him to submit, be pinned or pass out.
Billy: Ravager, you can talk about redeeming yourself for your loss last year, but it’s not worth it. You can talk about how last year the odds were even more against you because there was two men facing you from across the ring. You can gloat that it will all be different because it’s just one on one. I don’t give a damn if you think you’re going to walk away as the Champion at Sole Survivor. As far as I’m concerned, I am not Rex Caliber, and I can beat you one on one.
Maybe it hasn’t happened before. Maybe this situation is completely unique. Just you and I, one on one for the very first time. But that doesn’t give you the advantage. I’ve studied your kind, I’ve fought guys like you and I’ve made them scream bloody murder. What makes you think you’re going to be any different?
At Sole Survivor, Ravager, it’s going to come down to who can take the most and who can give the most. Are you willing to put all of your pride on the line? Are you ready to give me all you have inside that Hitman body of yours? Are you ready to kill or be killed? I will be your greatest test Ravager, your most memorable test of all time. Because you’ll fail. You’ll fail miserably and you will always remember that time that Billy Kryenik did the impossible and fought two championship matches in one night and won it all. It will haunt you, long after I take home the victory! The memories of me Dry Laking you into the canvas. The sound of the referee slamming his hand down on the mat for the three count. Everything that can be remembered, will be. You’ll never let yourself live it down, but I’ll wait for you to try to redeem yourself. Even if it takes a year, like it did the last time.
[Billy’s cell phone rings.]
Billy: Hello? Hey what’s up? …. Just eating…. Yeah I’ll come get you.
[Billy hangs up the phone.]
Billy: Tommy’s up.
[Billy finished shoveling down the plate of grease on the table. He pulls out a 20 dollars bill and drops it on the table. A hearty tip for an eight dollar breakfast.
In only a few short hours, Billy was to be reunited with the man that taught him how to be a killer in the ring. Reunion of the Warrriors.]