Post by "Sick" Billy Kryenik on Mar 25, 2007 19:45:02 GMT -5
Holy Shit. If only you guys could have seen the workout that ol’ Han Sameulson had in store for Tommy and Billy. Those two guys were put through the ringer, and stamped by a steel press for 5 straight hours.
Tommy was so damn distraught by the whole ordeal that he tried to slip away from the event by hiding under a gym mat and slowly inching his way out the door. There was cursing in both English and Swedish. There was blood from Billy’s left eye. There was buckets of sweat and yes, Billy Kryenik threw up mid way through the pushup regiment.
The Golden Boy had returned back to his old stomping ground that much better, but good ol’ Han still kicked his ass. I guess there’s really no way around it. The man’s huge, brutal and would kill you just as quick as look at you. I think it brings him some sort of sadistic pleasure.
But at the end of the day, it was back to the Han they met in the restaurant. Just a man. A man who transforms into the Devil for 5 – 6 hours a day just to prepare the young, avid minds of the future independent wrestling stars. Billy and Tommy took refuge in the locker room, patiently and painfully waiting for that bench to get closer.
Han took a smile and patted the two on the back for their efforts. I think even Han was impressed. Billy had never had the greatest reflexes or skills when he completed the course. Perhaps the old devil was proud of him. Kind of like a father.
[Billy is sitting in an awful looking locker room with his head in his hands. He’s wiping away the sweat and dragging off his work out clothes. Beside him in a 1 liter bottle of water that is almost all the way drank. He takes a sip of water and lightly place the cap back on.]
Billy: Today was (BLEEP)ing hell. I can’t believe how sore I am. I’m pretty glad that I don’t have to take on Han in the coming weeks. The guys old, but holy hell does he still have it in him. He’s like Rocky Balboa. He just doesn’t die. He ran with us. He did pushups with us. He wrestled us. He tried everything he could to make us unable to wrestle on Tuesday. But I guess he failed, because we’re still standing. But damn it, was he ever tough. He slammed me to the mat and choked me at every turn. I got him a number of times, but the guy just doesn’t quit. It was amazing to see. I can’t wait for him to come watch us perform and out wrestle our opponents. I think he’ll be really shocked to see it… and probably really proud too. He’ll be there, wearing a Doomrider t-shirt and waving our flag proudly.
He’s been so different yet so similar. He’s still a hard ass, but this is the Han I never really got to know. A man who can be compassionate and can motivate when its deserved. It makes everything worth while.
Seeing him with that look of pride in his eye. I know I won’t let him down. But (BLEEP) am I exhausted. But no matter how tired I am, I still feel great. I feel great because I know that if I can get through a workout like this… then I can get through two matches at Sole Survivor. I can outlast anyone and anything, if I’m able to continue to stand after I got my balls busted for 5 straight hours. It feels good to be alive.
Even though there’s still a whole lot of talk to be heard from my opponents in the tag match and my fight with Ravager, I will have nothing more to say after this. After this, I will have said all I need to say… and I’ll let my fists do the rest of the talking…
[Billy takes another swig of the water and goes right into it.]
Billy: Sole Survivor is only a few days away, Ravager and this will be my last testament to the crown before I walk down the isle and knock it off your head. You see Ravager, there is a ton of respect between you and I. We can shake hands at the end of the match, if you choose to do me the honour. I will defiantly shake yours in return. But when you talk about me being a big dog down the line, I can’t help but cringe my face and grit my teeth. I don’t think you’ve been watching what’s being going on for the past few months since I’ve returned here. But things aren’t quite the same as they used to be. Maybe you’ve been blinded by your quest for that belt that you strap over your shoulder. But that’s your own fault. If you had been watching, you’d have seen me storm up the rankings in this company by kicking mother (BLEEP)ers in the teeth and sweeping them into the trash with the Dry Lake. Not one guy that I’ve fought will tell you they would willingly fight me again. Not one. Even ask Casino. Oh wait, he’s probably too busy playing hide the welfare check with Krenshov and O’Brien. But that’s beside the point.
You can claim that you are at the top of your game, and your not ready to be taken off of your thrown. You can make these statements until you’re blue in the face because quite frankly, I don’t give a shit whether you’re ready to come off of it or not. I don’t care if you just installed new jewels and a seat cushion in the shape of your face. You are getting off of it at the end of Sole Survivor. You can tell me I’m going to be a big star here one day… but that one day isn’t too far off Ravager. No way, my friend.
That day comes in two days. There is no more waiting for Billy Kryenik to come out of his shell. There is no more delaying the Doomrider Juggernaut. It’s on time and it’s schedule to crash into the kingdom of this company on Tuesday. It’s going to run right through the castle and straight into the King’s Quarters and run you the (BLEEP) out of it. I will not wait any longer. I cannot deny myself, something hat I have worked so hard for, for so long. Something that you can appreciate, because you’ve been there.
You’ve been in my position, where you’re so damn hungry for that angus steak, that you’d tear the throat out of the man who is holding it. You’ve fought hard, hungry and violently to achieve the things you want to do. But my friend, what makes you think that there is nothing that can come along and be squeezes his thumb and pointer finger together that much tougher? What gives you the impression that someone won’t fight a little harder? Because my friend, if you haven’t been watching me the last few months, then you really do not have any idea what you’re in for.
You can preach all you want about how you’ve tore people apart with weapons and your hands, but what the (BLEEP) does that matter to me? You think I haven’t heard that before? Do you think people, as good as you are, haven’t threatened me with the same jargon? Week after week I hear the confidence of my opponents as they recite their match plan. They all talk about how their going to tear me apart with their bare hands. But what happened to them? I kicked the living daylights out of them and pinned their shoulders to the mat. People can say a lot of things. But lets not forget that it’s the sticks and the stones that break all the bones. Now that, my friend is an area that I am special in. You could say that I have been awarded the Purple Heart for my bravery in some of the most barbaric matches of all time. Be it with Glass fists in a Taipei Deathmatch with my best friend or a barbed wire bat to the face. I’ve taken. I’ve received. I’ve defeated. So by all means, if you need to resort to your chuckles Last Resort, then by all means. Grab whatever the (BLEEP) you need to grab to arm yourself well enough. If you think that you need to pull out a chair, light it on fire and smash me into the concrete with it.. by all means. Be my guest. I’ve taken that before too.
That’s one thing that I don’t think you’ve took into consideration. The fact that I was a master at making people scream bloody murder, before I mastered the technique of wrestling. I’ve been fighting in blood curdling matches my entire career. I’ve taken bump after bump after bump. Fighting to get to the top spot of the company. But I could never do it with my toughness alone. Oh no. It couldn’t happen that way. So while I proudly hold the title Dr. Kryenik for being a physician of pain, I started taking courses to upgrade my bachelors of wrestling into a masters. And in the passing months, I graduate with flying colours and fast tracked my way to becoming a Doctor of Domination in all forms of wrestling. Hardcore. Technical. Brawling. The three most effective styles in wrestling today.
So if you come at me with a weapon of choice, ask yourself if it is wise to ignite the hardcore spirit that flows through these bones. Repeat it several times before you decide whether it’s a good idea. Because if you make things get out of hand, they will defiantly not end well for you my friend. I won’t be able to stop myself from reacting to my environment… and you would have just thrown yourself into the lion’s den. With a big ol’ angus steak around your neck.. and I’m feeling mighty hungry.
With all that being said, I will not settle for dominating the tag team division for a few more months. I will not be ok with losing, and letting you hold the top position in this company. I will not let you try and fake me out with your bold statements and your humbling words of discouragement. I will rise up over anything that you have planned and strike you down with vicious anger! I don’t have to prove that I can be a big dog in the NAPW yard… Because I AM ALREADY THERE! I’m already the most feared wrestler. The Most Brutal Wrestler! The Most Competitive Wrestler! I am the new King, Ravager. Don’t get to comfortable. You’re about to get brought past your brink of Madness! I will give those fans what they want to see! And we will make history Ravager. Oh boy, will we ever.
We’ll put every NAPW Heavyweight title match to shame… out of violence… out of hunger and out of respect. But I will not lose. Then we’ll see if your so willing to shake my hand afterwards. Then we’ll see what kind of a man, you really are. A gracious loser or a poor one… The choice is yours. Because I’ve already made mine, and those fans will be chanting my name because of it.
And Ravager… You’ll see me on Tuesday… But you’re going to hurt so bad, you wish you’d stayed out West. This City is not big enough for the two of us.
[The camera closes slowly as Billy Kryenik has become a man possessed. He’s shaking wildly and he’s so damn exhausted that bags have formed under his eyes….He’s working hard. He’s working so hard to become everything that he knew he could be.
The past few days have been nothing but bliss, reuniting with his older teacher and closing the chapter of his childhood. Perhaps Billy has become a Big Dog in the NAPW Yard. But he always was. It was always there for his taking. But now, with a new vision, a new passion and the Doomrider Freight Train of Momentum behind him… who can stop him. Who can deny him the glory of holding the top prize in the company?
Get Your Guns.]
Tommy was so damn distraught by the whole ordeal that he tried to slip away from the event by hiding under a gym mat and slowly inching his way out the door. There was cursing in both English and Swedish. There was blood from Billy’s left eye. There was buckets of sweat and yes, Billy Kryenik threw up mid way through the pushup regiment.
The Golden Boy had returned back to his old stomping ground that much better, but good ol’ Han still kicked his ass. I guess there’s really no way around it. The man’s huge, brutal and would kill you just as quick as look at you. I think it brings him some sort of sadistic pleasure.
But at the end of the day, it was back to the Han they met in the restaurant. Just a man. A man who transforms into the Devil for 5 – 6 hours a day just to prepare the young, avid minds of the future independent wrestling stars. Billy and Tommy took refuge in the locker room, patiently and painfully waiting for that bench to get closer.
Han took a smile and patted the two on the back for their efforts. I think even Han was impressed. Billy had never had the greatest reflexes or skills when he completed the course. Perhaps the old devil was proud of him. Kind of like a father.
[Billy is sitting in an awful looking locker room with his head in his hands. He’s wiping away the sweat and dragging off his work out clothes. Beside him in a 1 liter bottle of water that is almost all the way drank. He takes a sip of water and lightly place the cap back on.]
Billy: Today was (BLEEP)ing hell. I can’t believe how sore I am. I’m pretty glad that I don’t have to take on Han in the coming weeks. The guys old, but holy hell does he still have it in him. He’s like Rocky Balboa. He just doesn’t die. He ran with us. He did pushups with us. He wrestled us. He tried everything he could to make us unable to wrestle on Tuesday. But I guess he failed, because we’re still standing. But damn it, was he ever tough. He slammed me to the mat and choked me at every turn. I got him a number of times, but the guy just doesn’t quit. It was amazing to see. I can’t wait for him to come watch us perform and out wrestle our opponents. I think he’ll be really shocked to see it… and probably really proud too. He’ll be there, wearing a Doomrider t-shirt and waving our flag proudly.
He’s been so different yet so similar. He’s still a hard ass, but this is the Han I never really got to know. A man who can be compassionate and can motivate when its deserved. It makes everything worth while.
Seeing him with that look of pride in his eye. I know I won’t let him down. But (BLEEP) am I exhausted. But no matter how tired I am, I still feel great. I feel great because I know that if I can get through a workout like this… then I can get through two matches at Sole Survivor. I can outlast anyone and anything, if I’m able to continue to stand after I got my balls busted for 5 straight hours. It feels good to be alive.
Even though there’s still a whole lot of talk to be heard from my opponents in the tag match and my fight with Ravager, I will have nothing more to say after this. After this, I will have said all I need to say… and I’ll let my fists do the rest of the talking…
[Billy takes another swig of the water and goes right into it.]
Billy: Sole Survivor is only a few days away, Ravager and this will be my last testament to the crown before I walk down the isle and knock it off your head. You see Ravager, there is a ton of respect between you and I. We can shake hands at the end of the match, if you choose to do me the honour. I will defiantly shake yours in return. But when you talk about me being a big dog down the line, I can’t help but cringe my face and grit my teeth. I don’t think you’ve been watching what’s being going on for the past few months since I’ve returned here. But things aren’t quite the same as they used to be. Maybe you’ve been blinded by your quest for that belt that you strap over your shoulder. But that’s your own fault. If you had been watching, you’d have seen me storm up the rankings in this company by kicking mother (BLEEP)ers in the teeth and sweeping them into the trash with the Dry Lake. Not one guy that I’ve fought will tell you they would willingly fight me again. Not one. Even ask Casino. Oh wait, he’s probably too busy playing hide the welfare check with Krenshov and O’Brien. But that’s beside the point.
You can claim that you are at the top of your game, and your not ready to be taken off of your thrown. You can make these statements until you’re blue in the face because quite frankly, I don’t give a shit whether you’re ready to come off of it or not. I don’t care if you just installed new jewels and a seat cushion in the shape of your face. You are getting off of it at the end of Sole Survivor. You can tell me I’m going to be a big star here one day… but that one day isn’t too far off Ravager. No way, my friend.
That day comes in two days. There is no more waiting for Billy Kryenik to come out of his shell. There is no more delaying the Doomrider Juggernaut. It’s on time and it’s schedule to crash into the kingdom of this company on Tuesday. It’s going to run right through the castle and straight into the King’s Quarters and run you the (BLEEP) out of it. I will not wait any longer. I cannot deny myself, something hat I have worked so hard for, for so long. Something that you can appreciate, because you’ve been there.
You’ve been in my position, where you’re so damn hungry for that angus steak, that you’d tear the throat out of the man who is holding it. You’ve fought hard, hungry and violently to achieve the things you want to do. But my friend, what makes you think that there is nothing that can come along and be squeezes his thumb and pointer finger together that much tougher? What gives you the impression that someone won’t fight a little harder? Because my friend, if you haven’t been watching me the last few months, then you really do not have any idea what you’re in for.
You can preach all you want about how you’ve tore people apart with weapons and your hands, but what the (BLEEP) does that matter to me? You think I haven’t heard that before? Do you think people, as good as you are, haven’t threatened me with the same jargon? Week after week I hear the confidence of my opponents as they recite their match plan. They all talk about how their going to tear me apart with their bare hands. But what happened to them? I kicked the living daylights out of them and pinned their shoulders to the mat. People can say a lot of things. But lets not forget that it’s the sticks and the stones that break all the bones. Now that, my friend is an area that I am special in. You could say that I have been awarded the Purple Heart for my bravery in some of the most barbaric matches of all time. Be it with Glass fists in a Taipei Deathmatch with my best friend or a barbed wire bat to the face. I’ve taken. I’ve received. I’ve defeated. So by all means, if you need to resort to your chuckles Last Resort, then by all means. Grab whatever the (BLEEP) you need to grab to arm yourself well enough. If you think that you need to pull out a chair, light it on fire and smash me into the concrete with it.. by all means. Be my guest. I’ve taken that before too.
That’s one thing that I don’t think you’ve took into consideration. The fact that I was a master at making people scream bloody murder, before I mastered the technique of wrestling. I’ve been fighting in blood curdling matches my entire career. I’ve taken bump after bump after bump. Fighting to get to the top spot of the company. But I could never do it with my toughness alone. Oh no. It couldn’t happen that way. So while I proudly hold the title Dr. Kryenik for being a physician of pain, I started taking courses to upgrade my bachelors of wrestling into a masters. And in the passing months, I graduate with flying colours and fast tracked my way to becoming a Doctor of Domination in all forms of wrestling. Hardcore. Technical. Brawling. The three most effective styles in wrestling today.
So if you come at me with a weapon of choice, ask yourself if it is wise to ignite the hardcore spirit that flows through these bones. Repeat it several times before you decide whether it’s a good idea. Because if you make things get out of hand, they will defiantly not end well for you my friend. I won’t be able to stop myself from reacting to my environment… and you would have just thrown yourself into the lion’s den. With a big ol’ angus steak around your neck.. and I’m feeling mighty hungry.
With all that being said, I will not settle for dominating the tag team division for a few more months. I will not be ok with losing, and letting you hold the top position in this company. I will not let you try and fake me out with your bold statements and your humbling words of discouragement. I will rise up over anything that you have planned and strike you down with vicious anger! I don’t have to prove that I can be a big dog in the NAPW yard… Because I AM ALREADY THERE! I’m already the most feared wrestler. The Most Brutal Wrestler! The Most Competitive Wrestler! I am the new King, Ravager. Don’t get to comfortable. You’re about to get brought past your brink of Madness! I will give those fans what they want to see! And we will make history Ravager. Oh boy, will we ever.
We’ll put every NAPW Heavyweight title match to shame… out of violence… out of hunger and out of respect. But I will not lose. Then we’ll see if your so willing to shake my hand afterwards. Then we’ll see what kind of a man, you really are. A gracious loser or a poor one… The choice is yours. Because I’ve already made mine, and those fans will be chanting my name because of it.
And Ravager… You’ll see me on Tuesday… But you’re going to hurt so bad, you wish you’d stayed out West. This City is not big enough for the two of us.
[The camera closes slowly as Billy Kryenik has become a man possessed. He’s shaking wildly and he’s so damn exhausted that bags have formed under his eyes….He’s working hard. He’s working so hard to become everything that he knew he could be.
The past few days have been nothing but bliss, reuniting with his older teacher and closing the chapter of his childhood. Perhaps Billy has become a Big Dog in the NAPW Yard. But he always was. It was always there for his taking. But now, with a new vision, a new passion and the Doomrider Freight Train of Momentum behind him… who can stop him. Who can deny him the glory of holding the top prize in the company?
Get Your Guns.]