Post by kvhelden on Jan 31, 2006 17:05:53 GMT -5
Cameras start rolling in Van Helden's penthouse apartment back in the homeland, Berlin. 'Tis fairly upmarket, leather couch, big TV, tiled floor and pointless crappy ornaments.
Karl is laying back on his Sofa(MFI £2899.95
). Outside the sky is brick red and the skyscrapers are starting to light up for the nightlife. It looks like a quiet night in for Karl as he is wearing nothing more than a velvet robe (don't worry, it is done up). In his hand is a glass of Port, on the couch is a Canadian real estate catalogue.
Karl Van Helden: I'm going to miss this place, the greatest city in the world. Rich in history and culture. It's a shame I'm going to leave the shopping, the nightlife, and the scenery for....Canada
Karl sneers as he rasps out the C word on TV.
Karl Van Helden: I guess some good can come out of such a God forbidden..liberal lump of snow inhabited by neanderthals living in log cabins!
Money, exposure and some in ring punch bags, ya. 243 pounds of sheer in ring masculinity and dominance has never been witnessed by the dead end losers who pay their welfare money each and every week for quite frankly, garbage ya.
Karl does a double bicep pose, pretty impressive.
Karl Van Helden: After I claim yet another trophy (reclines and casually waves to a wall decorated in his achievements) I shall turn this business around into something it hasn't been for a good 20 years. BEFORE America plagued it with outrageous stints, inane humour and low brow action!
I WILL beat anyone NAPW puts me against in this so called competiton and I WILL walk out of that building the greatest Canadian import since sliced bread ya. But enough of the gloating, look at the TV!
The cameraman turns to the Plasma screen TV. Karl hits a button on the remote and a small compilation of some of his match moments plays.
We can't understand the excited German comentators, nor can we make out Karl, his hair is short, his build is smaller and his clothes look cheaper.
Karl Van Helden: Poetry in motion! be warned NAPW, be warned.....ya!
karl now chucks a small wad of cash at the geeky, out of shape cameraman.
Karl Van Helden: There, now beat it you skank, that should be enough for you to drown your insecurities about your pathetic worthless life hahaha.
fade out...
Karl is laying back on his Sofa(MFI £2899.95
). Outside the sky is brick red and the skyscrapers are starting to light up for the nightlife. It looks like a quiet night in for Karl as he is wearing nothing more than a velvet robe (don't worry, it is done up). In his hand is a glass of Port, on the couch is a Canadian real estate catalogue.Karl Van Helden: I'm going to miss this place, the greatest city in the world. Rich in history and culture. It's a shame I'm going to leave the shopping, the nightlife, and the scenery for....Canada
Karl sneers as he rasps out the C word on TV.
Karl Van Helden: I guess some good can come out of such a God forbidden..liberal lump of snow inhabited by neanderthals living in log cabins!
Money, exposure and some in ring punch bags, ya. 243 pounds of sheer in ring masculinity and dominance has never been witnessed by the dead end losers who pay their welfare money each and every week for quite frankly, garbage ya.
Karl does a double bicep pose, pretty impressive.
Karl Van Helden: After I claim yet another trophy (reclines and casually waves to a wall decorated in his achievements) I shall turn this business around into something it hasn't been for a good 20 years. BEFORE America plagued it with outrageous stints, inane humour and low brow action!
I WILL beat anyone NAPW puts me against in this so called competiton and I WILL walk out of that building the greatest Canadian import since sliced bread ya. But enough of the gloating, look at the TV!
The cameraman turns to the Plasma screen TV. Karl hits a button on the remote and a small compilation of some of his match moments plays.
We can't understand the excited German comentators, nor can we make out Karl, his hair is short, his build is smaller and his clothes look cheaper.
- Karl hitting a running knee for the 3 count
- Steel chair to some small time German hero
- Sick DDT on "generic old man legend"
Karl Van Helden: Poetry in motion! be warned NAPW, be warned.....ya!
karl now chucks a small wad of cash at the geeky, out of shape cameraman.
Karl Van Helden: There, now beat it you skank, that should be enough for you to drown your insecurities about your pathetic worthless life hahaha.
fade out...