Post by Vladimir T. Strife on May 8, 2012 4:03:24 GMT -5
As the feed begins, the viewing audience is greeted by the sight of Vladimir Strife as he paces left to right, occasionally popping out of sight momentarily before returning. His head is lowered, hand raised to his chin as thoughts speed about his mental faculties, jockeying for position in his focus. A distant voice murmurs to him, breaking his stride and drawing his attention to the cherry red light above the lens.
"We're rolling, sir."
The GodKing glares at the camera momentarily, his eyes furrowed in hatred and his eyes cloudy with distraction.
"Kahlan..."
Still once more as the word rolls off his tongue and through his ears, he closes his eyes and exhales, trying to collect himself before continuing.
"Three times now we have stepped into the squared circle and three times I've left you broken and beaten, yet you continue to taunt me... to mock me. Not once, however, have you ever phased me. Not when you managed to convince me to make a special appearance in LDWA just to smash your face in... Not when I made you submit in EVPW... not even when you denied me Brad Windsor and coaxed me to throw you like a ragdoll against that steel turnpost."
"Honestly, I was more annoyed to see you taking up precious airtime than I was to see that you had picked up a prostitute and coaxed her to claim that I have a small penis. I'll admit that I was surprised to see someone talk such bullshit so soon after being left thrashed and tapping and crying. Most of my opponents would shut their mouth at this point and accept that they got their ass handed to them... but not you."
The GodKing's eyes roll up, staring towards the ceiling as though the remainder of his thought drifted somewhere overhead. He turns his vision left before looking back toward the technicians filming him.
"No... you're not my usual opponent. I had thought of you as a case of the crabs... to put it in terms I'm certain you'll understand. You throw the medicine or shampoo or whatever you use to get rid of them at the buggers over and over until they finally go away. You're more like Down Syndrome though. You're loud, obnoxious, and closely associated with retardation. More importantly, though, you're not a treatable condition. There's no pill or shot that cures Down Syndrome. It only ceases at termination."
Strife pauses, his glance wayward again as if waiting patiently. As fate would have it, this was indeed the situation, with a young GHW intern's arm slipping into frame just long enough to pass off a beer bottle, sans the cap. The Judas of GHW brings it to his lips and tilts it back, a few gulps audible before he lowers it.
"A more humane individual would hold the idea that we must tolerate and assist those less fortunate than ourselves. Humanity has never quite been my strong point though. I propose, instead, disposal of such a burden."
Vlad takes another long drink before making an abrupt change of topic.
"Do you realize what you did? You, being the miserable little ant that you are, stood before the great dragon and poked and prodded at him. You sought my attention, my rage, my fire to validate yourself. Deep down, below all that make up and all of those extra chromosomes, you KNOW that you are a fucking nobody. You know that you are an insignificant shit stain marring not only the name of this company, but of this species. If you could just capture the ire of the most brilliant, vicious and dominating beast in this realm though, you could validate your pathetic little life. If you meant something, even contempt, in the eyes of God, then perhaps it meant you held worth."
"I'll hand it to you though... you did it. You pissed me off."
The Barbarian Lord snickers.
"Even in your mystical Potatoland, the idea that I am where I am today because I was protected and sheltered is far too ludicrous to even be considered with any hint of credibility. Let me give you a little rundown on how I got to where I am today, Kahlan.."
"After only 2 matches pushing up the bottom of the card in ASWF, I emerged on the scene in the newly formed SCW. I signed up to compete for the Solid Kore title and became the first champion shortly on, then defended it throughout the company's short tenure before we merged with GHW. Once here, the battle lines were already drawn. Spoken or not, it was SCW vs the GHW originals and despite the home court disadvantage, I began dismantling every star they sent my way. Despite being despised by the fans and originals, I refused to give way. I took everything that every star could throw my way and I came up with one win after another. Then, I beat 5 other men, including Hyper Elf and Jake Diamond to become the first man to hold the King of the Deathmatch title. A title that I defended successfully again and again in the most entertaining matches this company had ever seen!"
"I beat challenger after challenger in such spectacular and brutal form that it became more prestigious and sought after than the Charging Glory itself.. And I did it all while still professing the Solid Core superiority. And people hated it, Kahlan... they fucking hated it. They hated my brash personality, my foul fucking mouth, my streak... but there was nothing they could fucking do about it. Every man that stood up to me got put down. That streak didn't make me, dear Ladder Queen... that belt didn't make me... I made them."
"The animosity got so bad that I quit this company right out here in front of these fans and I took half of it's fucking ranks with me and almost overnight gave birth to a competitor that sucked the fucking life from this place. EVPW KILLED GHW. The only reason this place is even here today is because of men who practically rebuilt it from the ground up. I say that with no ill feelings toward them though because this place has become just as great as it was before."
"I continued my dominance though and in time, I even came back into the halls of GHW and fought and continued to win. If you think that it's part of some conspiracy, then tell me what the fucking motive is? What does GHW gain from Vladimir Strife, the man who tried to put them out of business and nearly did, winning on their program? What was in it for them when I faced their champion and walked out with both companies greatest honors on my shoulders?"
Vladimir finishes his brew and tosses it aside, it clanking loudly against the concrete and rolling away.
"I've never asked for special treatment, Kahlan, or protection and I've never needed them. I made a name for myself with my own sweat and blood and I'll be damned if I'm going to see a whore like you slander it. I'm going to see you again, sweetie... and it's going to be in that very ring... and when I do... there's no more holding back because of your precious little lack of a Y chromosome or abundance of other chromosomes. No more preserving myself in the sake of the children that might be watching. I am going to come at you with every ounce of strength, skill, speed and ability that I possess and I am going to exterminate you like the piss drenched street rat that you are."
He turns away from the viewing audience, reaching into his pockets and producing a couple of items presently obscured from their vision. A thump can be heard from the wall behind him before he relents his obstruction, revealing a playing card with her face upon it fixed to the surface by a knife buried through it's center. A black 'Q' and a spade rest in the upper right and lower left corners.
"See, I used to know this Genius, Kahlan. The son of a bitch was probably the only man I've ever met that was more calculating and sinister than myself. He taught me a lot about really breaking a person down. Not just throwing everything you've got at a problem, but focusing it to really dismantle them. I mention this because there's this little thing that keeps running through my mind from way back then.. A little something that describes near perfectly what's been on my mind since I saw your two bit shoot.."
"We do away with your kind."
The Impaler clears the distance between himself and the camera, moving in until his head blocks all else from view.
"I'm going to do away with you, Kahlan... I'm going to shut you the fuck up once and for all... even if it kills you."
There's no lack of sincerity in the crazed Czar of Scars eyes as the screen fades to black, a sadistic glee slowly taking him as it draws to an end.
~Fin~
"We're rolling, sir."
The GodKing glares at the camera momentarily, his eyes furrowed in hatred and his eyes cloudy with distraction.
"Kahlan..."
Still once more as the word rolls off his tongue and through his ears, he closes his eyes and exhales, trying to collect himself before continuing.
"Three times now we have stepped into the squared circle and three times I've left you broken and beaten, yet you continue to taunt me... to mock me. Not once, however, have you ever phased me. Not when you managed to convince me to make a special appearance in LDWA just to smash your face in... Not when I made you submit in EVPW... not even when you denied me Brad Windsor and coaxed me to throw you like a ragdoll against that steel turnpost."
"Honestly, I was more annoyed to see you taking up precious airtime than I was to see that you had picked up a prostitute and coaxed her to claim that I have a small penis. I'll admit that I was surprised to see someone talk such bullshit so soon after being left thrashed and tapping and crying. Most of my opponents would shut their mouth at this point and accept that they got their ass handed to them... but not you."
The GodKing's eyes roll up, staring towards the ceiling as though the remainder of his thought drifted somewhere overhead. He turns his vision left before looking back toward the technicians filming him.
"No... you're not my usual opponent. I had thought of you as a case of the crabs... to put it in terms I'm certain you'll understand. You throw the medicine or shampoo or whatever you use to get rid of them at the buggers over and over until they finally go away. You're more like Down Syndrome though. You're loud, obnoxious, and closely associated with retardation. More importantly, though, you're not a treatable condition. There's no pill or shot that cures Down Syndrome. It only ceases at termination."
Strife pauses, his glance wayward again as if waiting patiently. As fate would have it, this was indeed the situation, with a young GHW intern's arm slipping into frame just long enough to pass off a beer bottle, sans the cap. The Judas of GHW brings it to his lips and tilts it back, a few gulps audible before he lowers it.
"A more humane individual would hold the idea that we must tolerate and assist those less fortunate than ourselves. Humanity has never quite been my strong point though. I propose, instead, disposal of such a burden."
Vlad takes another long drink before making an abrupt change of topic.
"Do you realize what you did? You, being the miserable little ant that you are, stood before the great dragon and poked and prodded at him. You sought my attention, my rage, my fire to validate yourself. Deep down, below all that make up and all of those extra chromosomes, you KNOW that you are a fucking nobody. You know that you are an insignificant shit stain marring not only the name of this company, but of this species. If you could just capture the ire of the most brilliant, vicious and dominating beast in this realm though, you could validate your pathetic little life. If you meant something, even contempt, in the eyes of God, then perhaps it meant you held worth."
"I'll hand it to you though... you did it. You pissed me off."
The Barbarian Lord snickers.
"Even in your mystical Potatoland, the idea that I am where I am today because I was protected and sheltered is far too ludicrous to even be considered with any hint of credibility. Let me give you a little rundown on how I got to where I am today, Kahlan.."
"After only 2 matches pushing up the bottom of the card in ASWF, I emerged on the scene in the newly formed SCW. I signed up to compete for the Solid Kore title and became the first champion shortly on, then defended it throughout the company's short tenure before we merged with GHW. Once here, the battle lines were already drawn. Spoken or not, it was SCW vs the GHW originals and despite the home court disadvantage, I began dismantling every star they sent my way. Despite being despised by the fans and originals, I refused to give way. I took everything that every star could throw my way and I came up with one win after another. Then, I beat 5 other men, including Hyper Elf and Jake Diamond to become the first man to hold the King of the Deathmatch title. A title that I defended successfully again and again in the most entertaining matches this company had ever seen!"
"I beat challenger after challenger in such spectacular and brutal form that it became more prestigious and sought after than the Charging Glory itself.. And I did it all while still professing the Solid Core superiority. And people hated it, Kahlan... they fucking hated it. They hated my brash personality, my foul fucking mouth, my streak... but there was nothing they could fucking do about it. Every man that stood up to me got put down. That streak didn't make me, dear Ladder Queen... that belt didn't make me... I made them."
"The animosity got so bad that I quit this company right out here in front of these fans and I took half of it's fucking ranks with me and almost overnight gave birth to a competitor that sucked the fucking life from this place. EVPW KILLED GHW. The only reason this place is even here today is because of men who practically rebuilt it from the ground up. I say that with no ill feelings toward them though because this place has become just as great as it was before."
"I continued my dominance though and in time, I even came back into the halls of GHW and fought and continued to win. If you think that it's part of some conspiracy, then tell me what the fucking motive is? What does GHW gain from Vladimir Strife, the man who tried to put them out of business and nearly did, winning on their program? What was in it for them when I faced their champion and walked out with both companies greatest honors on my shoulders?"
Vladimir finishes his brew and tosses it aside, it clanking loudly against the concrete and rolling away.
"I've never asked for special treatment, Kahlan, or protection and I've never needed them. I made a name for myself with my own sweat and blood and I'll be damned if I'm going to see a whore like you slander it. I'm going to see you again, sweetie... and it's going to be in that very ring... and when I do... there's no more holding back because of your precious little lack of a Y chromosome or abundance of other chromosomes. No more preserving myself in the sake of the children that might be watching. I am going to come at you with every ounce of strength, skill, speed and ability that I possess and I am going to exterminate you like the piss drenched street rat that you are."
He turns away from the viewing audience, reaching into his pockets and producing a couple of items presently obscured from their vision. A thump can be heard from the wall behind him before he relents his obstruction, revealing a playing card with her face upon it fixed to the surface by a knife buried through it's center. A black 'Q' and a spade rest in the upper right and lower left corners.
"See, I used to know this Genius, Kahlan. The son of a bitch was probably the only man I've ever met that was more calculating and sinister than myself. He taught me a lot about really breaking a person down. Not just throwing everything you've got at a problem, but focusing it to really dismantle them. I mention this because there's this little thing that keeps running through my mind from way back then.. A little something that describes near perfectly what's been on my mind since I saw your two bit shoot.."
"We do away with your kind."
The Impaler clears the distance between himself and the camera, moving in until his head blocks all else from view.
"I'm going to do away with you, Kahlan... I'm going to shut you the fuck up once and for all... even if it kills you."
There's no lack of sincerity in the crazed Czar of Scars eyes as the screen fades to black, a sadistic glee slowly taking him as it draws to an end.
~Fin~
