Post by darkdisciple on Mar 17, 2012 15:57:57 GMT -5
The camera fades in on Apostle Kried standing by a long distance pay-phone, midway through a conversation.
AK: Yeah, trust me I remember. We were great friends. Everything... we did everything together.
Apostle pauses as the person on the other end speaks. His eyes wander around the lobby area of his hotel, the girl sitting behind the check in desk catches his eye and smiles at him. He briefly returns the smile before speaking again.
AK: Yeah, I remember. That was a lot of fun, but that isn't the point. He stabbed me in the back, you of all people should remember, he stabbed both of us in the back.
He pauses again, then continues.
AK: Well, that's great. You're a nice person, I'm glad you can forgive him for what he did. I have to see him everyday now, and I'm not as good at forgetting that sort of thing.
Another pause as a young fan comes running up to him with a NYCCW magazine. He signs the picture of himself in the roster section and pats the starry eyed kid on the head. As the kid runs off Apostle speaks again.
AK: No, no... I'm not going to do anything like that, I'm not mad at Richie, I just can't trust him. He lost that when he...
A short pause before Apostle continues.
AK: Right, absolutely. I respect the hell out of him as a wrestler. And I know he's a decent guy, but he's a jack-ass too. I can't leave the safety of you or anyone or anything else I care about in his hands. That's become painfully obvious. No... no I don't want to hear about what the fans want. Trust me, I care about the fans, but if they want to see The Devil Dogs in the NYCCW, then they're going to have to be disappointed this time. I can't be my typical open, happy, German self around Richie anymore.
Pause.
AK: Because I'll always end up thinking about what he did to you. And what he did to me. I don't really know what else to say... Let's just leave it at we need to go our separate ways okay?
Another pause, Apostle glances around again, noticing the fliers for nearby events. The Bright Lights poster was dominated by facing off pictures of Drake and Hacker, but the advertised main event was the six man match he was a part of. His attention seems to snap back to the phone call.
AK: Oh, it's fine, more of the same. Egos, morons, dirt-bags, scum, and the occasional nice guy.
He pauses to listen, then bursts out in laughter.
AK: Yeah, yeah I think she can watch it. Just keep it on mute. With some of the guys around here, I wouldn't put it past them... Is she excited then?
Apostle shakes his head, a smile on his face as he listens. He sighs and responds, his voice sounding a bit more relaxed than it had been earlier.
AK: Well, just make sure she knows I love her, and I'm still doing this for both of you. Speaking of which, how are you doing in that promotion you joined? What was it... Das MGAD?
Apostle listens intently as he nods to a passing bellboy.
AK: Well good, it sounds like that was the right thing for you to do then. And school? How that going?
Pause.
AK: Fantastic. You're a bright girl Kam. Mum and Dad would be proud. I'll talk to you again soon alright?
He smiles again as he listens.
AK: Alright. Say hi to Uncle Richard and Aunt Diane for me. And above all, keep being fantastic Kam.
A final brief pause
AK: Yeah, I love you too. Take care now. Good bye.
Apostle hangs up the phone and rolls his neck around to loosen it up. He picks up the gym bag sitting at his feet and walks over to the front desk. The girl sitting there looks up from the magazine she's reading.
"Hi! Can I help you sir?"
Her energy and perkiness as she jumps to her feet and tosses the magazine aside makes it impossible for Apostle to keep from smiling.
AK: Yes, could you please phone a taxi for me?
The girl nods and pulls out the desk telephone. As she makes the call, Apostle picks up a newspaper. Nestled between the sports and entertainment section, he finds an article about Bright Lights. As he reading about his own match the girl behind the desk hangs up the phone.
"Alright, he should be here in two minutes sir. Is there anything else you needed? Directions or anything?"
Apostle smiles and shakes his head.
AK: No, thank you though, you've been a lot of help.
The girl smiles back and sits down. As Apostle starts to walk away, she picks up her magazine again as she calls out,
"Good luck in your match tonight Mr. Kried"
Apostle waves behind himself as he keeps looking at the article. The author favored Johnny Clash, which was what Apostle expected. Clash was the veteran, he had been in this position before. He'd be the man to beat. Apostle himself was listed as fourth. He read the short segment beneath his name.
#4 Apostle Kried[/font]
We've been impressed by Apostle's performance so far, he's yet to lose, although Chris Cable came dangerously close last week, arguably, if Richie Dogg hadn't interfered, it would have been the first time we've seen Apostle squarely beaten in singles competition since he started his career back in Europe. Apostle has great technical ability, and knows how to use his size to his advantage. However, he tends to be distracted easily, and lacks the necessary focus and ring savvy to be at his best. We wouldn't be surprised if Apostle has a good showing this match, but we don't expect him to win it.
Apostle smirks as he reads the last bit. A taxi pulls up and the driver steps out to open the door for him. Apostle climbs inside and reads over the section again. He would not have described himself as easily distracted, but he wasn't going to argue. If he needed to improve on his concentration, then he needed to improve on his concentration.
It wasn't Apostle's nature to question why he needed to get better, he knew he was young, and he knew he had a lot to learn. Hopefully, this match would give him a chance to do just that. It wasn't every week you got to compete against 5 vastly different superstars at the same time. He would pay attention, he would show what he could do, and if he won, he knew it would be because he had done everything he could do to make it happen.
The taxi pulls out of the hotel parking lot as Apostle leans back in his seat and starts to get focused on his match. Of the five superstars, he hadn't had too much experience in the ring with any of them.
Apostle had been in tough matches before, he thrived on situations where he was at a disadvantage. He loved the thrill of being against impossible odds and proving that he could still make it happen. Five people at once though, was something he hadn't been through before. Clearly what one would expect to happen is alliances and attacks from behind.
Metallica Evans and Rye Pain were the most likely to team up, they had been all over Twitter talking about their new tag team. Metallica seemed like a nice girl, Rye seemed like a jerk, but that didn't matter in the ring. If they did team up, it would be in his best interest to avoid that duo. Maybe isolate someone outside the ring until the pair realized they couldn't both win. Then capitalize on the ensuing chaos.
As Apostle contemplated his strategy, he stared out the window of the taxi. He loved New York City. It had become a second home to him, and he always tried to perform like the whole city was watching him.
If you don't have the fans on your side, what's the point of wrestling? That had always been Apostle's philosophy. Clearly it wasn't shared by many, but Apostle didn't care about them. He had always put on a show, and tonight wasn't going to be any different.
AK: Yeah, trust me I remember. We were great friends. Everything... we did everything together.
Apostle pauses as the person on the other end speaks. His eyes wander around the lobby area of his hotel, the girl sitting behind the check in desk catches his eye and smiles at him. He briefly returns the smile before speaking again.
AK: Yeah, I remember. That was a lot of fun, but that isn't the point. He stabbed me in the back, you of all people should remember, he stabbed both of us in the back.
He pauses again, then continues.
AK: Well, that's great. You're a nice person, I'm glad you can forgive him for what he did. I have to see him everyday now, and I'm not as good at forgetting that sort of thing.
Another pause as a young fan comes running up to him with a NYCCW magazine. He signs the picture of himself in the roster section and pats the starry eyed kid on the head. As the kid runs off Apostle speaks again.
AK: No, no... I'm not going to do anything like that, I'm not mad at Richie, I just can't trust him. He lost that when he...
A short pause before Apostle continues.
AK: Right, absolutely. I respect the hell out of him as a wrestler. And I know he's a decent guy, but he's a jack-ass too. I can't leave the safety of you or anyone or anything else I care about in his hands. That's become painfully obvious. No... no I don't want to hear about what the fans want. Trust me, I care about the fans, but if they want to see The Devil Dogs in the NYCCW, then they're going to have to be disappointed this time. I can't be my typical open, happy, German self around Richie anymore.
Pause.
AK: Because I'll always end up thinking about what he did to you. And what he did to me. I don't really know what else to say... Let's just leave it at we need to go our separate ways okay?
Another pause, Apostle glances around again, noticing the fliers for nearby events. The Bright Lights poster was dominated by facing off pictures of Drake and Hacker, but the advertised main event was the six man match he was a part of. His attention seems to snap back to the phone call.
AK: Oh, it's fine, more of the same. Egos, morons, dirt-bags, scum, and the occasional nice guy.
He pauses to listen, then bursts out in laughter.
AK: Yeah, yeah I think she can watch it. Just keep it on mute. With some of the guys around here, I wouldn't put it past them... Is she excited then?
Apostle shakes his head, a smile on his face as he listens. He sighs and responds, his voice sounding a bit more relaxed than it had been earlier.
AK: Well, just make sure she knows I love her, and I'm still doing this for both of you. Speaking of which, how are you doing in that promotion you joined? What was it... Das MGAD?
Apostle listens intently as he nods to a passing bellboy.
AK: Well good, it sounds like that was the right thing for you to do then. And school? How that going?
Pause.
AK: Fantastic. You're a bright girl Kam. Mum and Dad would be proud. I'll talk to you again soon alright?
He smiles again as he listens.
AK: Alright. Say hi to Uncle Richard and Aunt Diane for me. And above all, keep being fantastic Kam.
A final brief pause
AK: Yeah, I love you too. Take care now. Good bye.
Apostle hangs up the phone and rolls his neck around to loosen it up. He picks up the gym bag sitting at his feet and walks over to the front desk. The girl sitting there looks up from the magazine she's reading.
"Hi! Can I help you sir?"
Her energy and perkiness as she jumps to her feet and tosses the magazine aside makes it impossible for Apostle to keep from smiling.
AK: Yes, could you please phone a taxi for me?
The girl nods and pulls out the desk telephone. As she makes the call, Apostle picks up a newspaper. Nestled between the sports and entertainment section, he finds an article about Bright Lights. As he reading about his own match the girl behind the desk hangs up the phone.
"Alright, he should be here in two minutes sir. Is there anything else you needed? Directions or anything?"
Apostle smiles and shakes his head.
AK: No, thank you though, you've been a lot of help.
The girl smiles back and sits down. As Apostle starts to walk away, she picks up her magazine again as she calls out,
"Good luck in your match tonight Mr. Kried"
Apostle waves behind himself as he keeps looking at the article. The author favored Johnny Clash, which was what Apostle expected. Clash was the veteran, he had been in this position before. He'd be the man to beat. Apostle himself was listed as fourth. He read the short segment beneath his name.
#4 Apostle Kried[/font]
We've been impressed by Apostle's performance so far, he's yet to lose, although Chris Cable came dangerously close last week, arguably, if Richie Dogg hadn't interfered, it would have been the first time we've seen Apostle squarely beaten in singles competition since he started his career back in Europe. Apostle has great technical ability, and knows how to use his size to his advantage. However, he tends to be distracted easily, and lacks the necessary focus and ring savvy to be at his best. We wouldn't be surprised if Apostle has a good showing this match, but we don't expect him to win it.
Apostle smirks as he reads the last bit. A taxi pulls up and the driver steps out to open the door for him. Apostle climbs inside and reads over the section again. He would not have described himself as easily distracted, but he wasn't going to argue. If he needed to improve on his concentration, then he needed to improve on his concentration.
It wasn't Apostle's nature to question why he needed to get better, he knew he was young, and he knew he had a lot to learn. Hopefully, this match would give him a chance to do just that. It wasn't every week you got to compete against 5 vastly different superstars at the same time. He would pay attention, he would show what he could do, and if he won, he knew it would be because he had done everything he could do to make it happen.
The taxi pulls out of the hotel parking lot as Apostle leans back in his seat and starts to get focused on his match. Of the five superstars, he hadn't had too much experience in the ring with any of them.
Apostle had been in tough matches before, he thrived on situations where he was at a disadvantage. He loved the thrill of being against impossible odds and proving that he could still make it happen. Five people at once though, was something he hadn't been through before. Clearly what one would expect to happen is alliances and attacks from behind.
Metallica Evans and Rye Pain were the most likely to team up, they had been all over Twitter talking about their new tag team. Metallica seemed like a nice girl, Rye seemed like a jerk, but that didn't matter in the ring. If they did team up, it would be in his best interest to avoid that duo. Maybe isolate someone outside the ring until the pair realized they couldn't both win. Then capitalize on the ensuing chaos.
As Apostle contemplated his strategy, he stared out the window of the taxi. He loved New York City. It had become a second home to him, and he always tried to perform like the whole city was watching him.
If you don't have the fans on your side, what's the point of wrestling? That had always been Apostle's philosophy. Clearly it wasn't shared by many, but Apostle didn't care about them. He had always put on a show, and tonight wasn't going to be any different.
