Post by Atreyu on Jan 26, 2010 9:03:31 GMT -6
Freya: Just hold still ok? If you keep moving it’ll hurt more!
We open up just after Collision on the scene of Atreyu sitting in the Forgotten locker room looking extremely pissed off. He’s sitting on a chair slumped a little as Freya Kane-Ragnal is cleaning the wound on his head, fresh from Cobain’s attack.
Atreyu: It’s hard to sit still when you keep stinging me!
Nelly: Wow…I didn’t know Spike trained bitches...
Atreyu: Don’t you start man. I’ve been banged up before, but it was unexpected and unprovoked.
Freya hums as she walks off with the dirty washcloth to clean it. Nelly moves forwards a bit to close the gap between himself and Atreyu.
Nelly: Maybe it was, maybe it wasn’t.
Atreyu: What do you mean?
Nelly: Cobain is intimidated by you. I’ve seen it a lot in my past. He knows that come Meta he won’t be able to best you in one on one competition, so he’s looking for a way to tilt the advantage in his favour.
Atreyu: That’s just cheap!
Nelly: I didn’t say it was good…
Atreyu shakes his head before getting back to his feet. He looks at Nelly with deep determination in his eyes.
Atreyu: I’m not standing for this crap anymore. The cheap shots, the blind siding, the dirty tactics…it needs to be stamped out of this business and I’m going to start with the lowest runt of the litter. Cobain will meet his end come Metamorphosis no matter what it takes!
Nelly: You mean? The crazy stipulation that Diamond set…you’re going along with it?
Atreyu: I have no choice...
Nelly: But isn’t it against everything you stand for?
Atreyu: People like Chris Cobain are the embodiment of that, they stand for everything I abhor everything I despise….if I have to delve into the depths of my soul and channel my inner Spike Kane, then so be it…
Nelly: He’s really gotten to you hasn’t he?
Atreyu rounds on Nelly and points at his face. Nelly holds up his hands apologetically.
Nelly: point duly noted and taken.
Atreyu: I’m going to talk to Spike, I’m going to ask him to help me, train me properly for this match….I’m going to need the old Spike back for this.
Nelly: how do you plan on doing that?
Atreyu: I’m not quite sure right now….but if I want to win this match I need the God of Xtreme, not the guy trying to end what he created.
Nelly: Good luck with that…
And with that Atreyu walks up out the door leaving Nelly alone, no…wait.
Freya: He totally forgot I was here didn’t he?
Nelly: Well ugh…he does have pressing thoughts at the moment.
Freya: Yeah…I can see what Mike sees in him…
Now we fade finally.
Open scene, Kane Family Manor, or whatever you want to call it. It’s that big ass house that they have where Brad’s millions of sex kittens run rampant, the two lesbian moms hang out, and Freya and Joe live with their kids. We open on the familiar sighting of Spike Kane’s pick up truck. Atreyu has just walked up the driveway.
Atreyu: What’s going on Mike?
Mike ignores him completely as he throws his duffel bag into the truck River Kane can be seen standing in the doorway with her hand over her mouth clearly upset.
Atreyu: …Mike? …dude what happened?
Suddenly Brad Kane barges out of the house looking just as pissed as Mike is. He grabs Mike and pulls him back.
Brad: Mike, think about this. What the hell are you going to do?
Mike: Are you telling me to let this slide?
Atreyu is really discomforted at the sight of the brothers in each others face, having not been witness to their brutal match, the match that ended Spike Kane’s in-ring career.
Brad: No. What he did was wrong, but this course of action is just as bad!
Mike: She’s our sister Brad! Our f*cking sister!
At the mention of Freya, Atreyu’s ears pick up and he steps forward daring to come between the brothers.
Atreyu: What happened to Freya?
Mike: Why don’t you ask the Ragnal lover over there?
Brad smirks as he shakes his head. Atreyu shrugs.
Brad: Joe…he…he’s been giving Freya the wrong medication. He’s…well, basically he’s been doping her up.
Atreyu: WHAT!?
Mike: So I’m going to find the little weasel and pummel ten shades of sh*t out of him!
Atreyu: I’m coming!
Brad pushes Atreyu out of the way as he grabs Mike by the shirt.
Atreyu: Hey!
Brad: Look Mike, violence is the old you OK. Violence won’t solve this problem.
Mike: No, but I suppose sex would right Brad? Your answer to everything is to flop your dick out and impregnate somebody! Who knows what kind of sh*t he’s had her doing while she’s under the influence.
Brad: You’d know all about being under the influence don’t you!
Without a word of warning Mike turns and completely levels Brad knocking him to the floor, blood gushes from Brad’s nose.
Mike: Don’t you ever f*cking judge me Brad! Don’t even dare!
Mike rounds on Atreyu, eyes full of rage.
Mike: You coming or not?
Atreyu nods.
Atreyu: Count in me.
the two hop in the truck and with a deafening roar of the engine leave the Kane house in the distance.
We open up just after Collision on the scene of Atreyu sitting in the Forgotten locker room looking extremely pissed off. He’s sitting on a chair slumped a little as Freya Kane-Ragnal is cleaning the wound on his head, fresh from Cobain’s attack.
Atreyu: It’s hard to sit still when you keep stinging me!
Nelly: Wow…I didn’t know Spike trained bitches...
Atreyu: Don’t you start man. I’ve been banged up before, but it was unexpected and unprovoked.
Freya hums as she walks off with the dirty washcloth to clean it. Nelly moves forwards a bit to close the gap between himself and Atreyu.
Nelly: Maybe it was, maybe it wasn’t.
Atreyu: What do you mean?
Nelly: Cobain is intimidated by you. I’ve seen it a lot in my past. He knows that come Meta he won’t be able to best you in one on one competition, so he’s looking for a way to tilt the advantage in his favour.
Atreyu: That’s just cheap!
Nelly: I didn’t say it was good…
Atreyu shakes his head before getting back to his feet. He looks at Nelly with deep determination in his eyes.
Atreyu: I’m not standing for this crap anymore. The cheap shots, the blind siding, the dirty tactics…it needs to be stamped out of this business and I’m going to start with the lowest runt of the litter. Cobain will meet his end come Metamorphosis no matter what it takes!
Nelly: You mean? The crazy stipulation that Diamond set…you’re going along with it?
Atreyu: I have no choice...
Nelly: But isn’t it against everything you stand for?
Atreyu: People like Chris Cobain are the embodiment of that, they stand for everything I abhor everything I despise….if I have to delve into the depths of my soul and channel my inner Spike Kane, then so be it…
Nelly: He’s really gotten to you hasn’t he?
Atreyu rounds on Nelly and points at his face. Nelly holds up his hands apologetically.
Nelly: point duly noted and taken.
Atreyu: I’m going to talk to Spike, I’m going to ask him to help me, train me properly for this match….I’m going to need the old Spike back for this.
Nelly: how do you plan on doing that?
Atreyu: I’m not quite sure right now….but if I want to win this match I need the God of Xtreme, not the guy trying to end what he created.
Nelly: Good luck with that…
And with that Atreyu walks up out the door leaving Nelly alone, no…wait.
Freya: He totally forgot I was here didn’t he?
Nelly: Well ugh…he does have pressing thoughts at the moment.
Freya: Yeah…I can see what Mike sees in him…
Now we fade finally.
Cobain you never cease to amaze me with how low you will go. The depths of depravity you will stoop to just to make yourself feel better, to try and stroke the ridiculously over sized ego you have. I don’t know why I didn’t expect me, maybe I’m naïve, maybe I see too much good in people that are just really rotten to the core? It’s my mistake, I allowed you chance after chance to redeem yourself.
Fool me twice.
But it ends at Metamorphosis one way or another. This Chaotic stuff does not even deserve the publicity it has garnered, and to prove it I won’t acknowledge it anymore…it’s gone Cobain, in the trash where it belongs. I’m coming to take back what rightfully deserves to be on the nCw national television programs, that deserve to be in the public eye….the Honor Championship.
That is what I thought all this was about, I thought you desperately wanted the championship for a legitimate reason. I was wrong, you don’t want to validate any reasons, you don’t want to help the competition thrive, hell you don’t even ant to put asses in the seats out there. There’s only one thing you care about Cobain, and that is exactly it…
Chris Cobain.
Your ego knows no bounds, you have to pay some skanky washouts from whore school to follow you around everywhere just so you can feel as awesome as you make out you are. The constant need to feed your own ego is the only thing that drives you, I wonder that if I were to beat you at Metamorphosis if your ego would even allow your brain to acknowledge the defeat. Clearly they are not working together, your brain takes a backseat for your ego. Walking around telling everyone you are the Honor Champion, that if they don’t believe you they should look at the belt? Please Cobain, if the belt meant that much do you really think you’d still have it?
Do you really think Leonard Fox would let you keep it?
Do you really think Chris Diamond would let you keep it?
Hell, do you really think Mike Kane would let you keep it?
The only reason you still have it is because I’m an honourable man, is that I want to prove to you that I am better, that I am the champion for a reason, not because some gold says so. You see Chris, I’m not blinded by the shiny glitterness of the gold, of stature or anything that moves you…respect is what drives me, hope is what fuels me…I guess in the minds of some people I’d be labelled as righteous, as a hero, even as a fool. A fool to even think that people like you deserve anything.
You changed me Cobain.
I used to have so much hope for people, for this business and for this world, but coming up against you seeing the complete and utter filth that our race can become….it makes me question everything, question whether I can save people, whether I can restore the glory to this business, with people like you and Rob Diamond running this place into the ground I know I’m fighting an up hill battle. So I’m done fighting it, I’m not going to give people like you anymore chances, I’m not going to try and save you from yourselves….instead, I give in.
Time to smash your face in.
[/color]Fool me twice.
But it ends at Metamorphosis one way or another. This Chaotic stuff does not even deserve the publicity it has garnered, and to prove it I won’t acknowledge it anymore…it’s gone Cobain, in the trash where it belongs. I’m coming to take back what rightfully deserves to be on the nCw national television programs, that deserve to be in the public eye….the Honor Championship.
That is what I thought all this was about, I thought you desperately wanted the championship for a legitimate reason. I was wrong, you don’t want to validate any reasons, you don’t want to help the competition thrive, hell you don’t even ant to put asses in the seats out there. There’s only one thing you care about Cobain, and that is exactly it…
Chris Cobain.
Your ego knows no bounds, you have to pay some skanky washouts from whore school to follow you around everywhere just so you can feel as awesome as you make out you are. The constant need to feed your own ego is the only thing that drives you, I wonder that if I were to beat you at Metamorphosis if your ego would even allow your brain to acknowledge the defeat. Clearly they are not working together, your brain takes a backseat for your ego. Walking around telling everyone you are the Honor Champion, that if they don’t believe you they should look at the belt? Please Cobain, if the belt meant that much do you really think you’d still have it?
Do you really think Leonard Fox would let you keep it?
Do you really think Chris Diamond would let you keep it?
Hell, do you really think Mike Kane would let you keep it?
The only reason you still have it is because I’m an honourable man, is that I want to prove to you that I am better, that I am the champion for a reason, not because some gold says so. You see Chris, I’m not blinded by the shiny glitterness of the gold, of stature or anything that moves you…respect is what drives me, hope is what fuels me…I guess in the minds of some people I’d be labelled as righteous, as a hero, even as a fool. A fool to even think that people like you deserve anything.
You changed me Cobain.
I used to have so much hope for people, for this business and for this world, but coming up against you seeing the complete and utter filth that our race can become….it makes me question everything, question whether I can save people, whether I can restore the glory to this business, with people like you and Rob Diamond running this place into the ground I know I’m fighting an up hill battle. So I’m done fighting it, I’m not going to give people like you anymore chances, I’m not going to try and save you from yourselves….instead, I give in.
Time to smash your face in.
Open scene, Kane Family Manor, or whatever you want to call it. It’s that big ass house that they have where Brad’s millions of sex kittens run rampant, the two lesbian moms hang out, and Freya and Joe live with their kids. We open on the familiar sighting of Spike Kane’s pick up truck. Atreyu has just walked up the driveway.
Atreyu: What’s going on Mike?
Mike ignores him completely as he throws his duffel bag into the truck River Kane can be seen standing in the doorway with her hand over her mouth clearly upset.
Atreyu: …Mike? …dude what happened?
Suddenly Brad Kane barges out of the house looking just as pissed as Mike is. He grabs Mike and pulls him back.
Brad: Mike, think about this. What the hell are you going to do?
Mike: Are you telling me to let this slide?
Atreyu is really discomforted at the sight of the brothers in each others face, having not been witness to their brutal match, the match that ended Spike Kane’s in-ring career.
Brad: No. What he did was wrong, but this course of action is just as bad!
Mike: She’s our sister Brad! Our f*cking sister!
At the mention of Freya, Atreyu’s ears pick up and he steps forward daring to come between the brothers.
Atreyu: What happened to Freya?
Mike: Why don’t you ask the Ragnal lover over there?
Brad smirks as he shakes his head. Atreyu shrugs.
Brad: Joe…he…he’s been giving Freya the wrong medication. He’s…well, basically he’s been doping her up.
Atreyu: WHAT!?
Mike: So I’m going to find the little weasel and pummel ten shades of sh*t out of him!
Atreyu: I’m coming!
Brad pushes Atreyu out of the way as he grabs Mike by the shirt.
Atreyu: Hey!
Brad: Look Mike, violence is the old you OK. Violence won’t solve this problem.
Mike: No, but I suppose sex would right Brad? Your answer to everything is to flop your dick out and impregnate somebody! Who knows what kind of sh*t he’s had her doing while she’s under the influence.
Brad: You’d know all about being under the influence don’t you!
Without a word of warning Mike turns and completely levels Brad knocking him to the floor, blood gushes from Brad’s nose.
Mike: Don’t you ever f*cking judge me Brad! Don’t even dare!
Mike rounds on Atreyu, eyes full of rage.
Mike: You coming or not?
Atreyu nods.
Atreyu: Count in me.
the two hop in the truck and with a deafening roar of the engine leave the Kane house in the distance.
I used to hope for the best in people..
But like I said…
I give up.
But like I said…
I give up.