Post by Walls on Sept 12, 2021 1:23:26 GMT -5
[We go into not the spartan gym we've seen many times. Not the black background we are used to. Not a nightclub. An office adorned with framed photos and certificates. Framed documents and officiation. This is the home and world of one Wallace Storm. Manager of stars. Agent for Kruger Olejnik. Now? Seemingly unemployed.
Olejnik? Gone.]
WS: Ladies and gentlemen, I come to you from a much different perspective. My friend and the best professional wrestler and combatant on the planet, Kruger Olejnik, is gone. He is no longer under my watch and observance. Our contracts, for now, no longer are enforceable. The Crimson Mask has appeared.
[Sigh.]
WS: A different monster. A different creature. A different, and I use the term loosely, man.
[Storm does his best to keep composure, sitting behind a red oak desk. Both hands rub the side of his perfectly shorn bearded face. Worry is suddenly obvious in the ashen bags hanging under eyes.]
WS: The Crimson Mask is not my problem. It's not my issue. It's not my worry. The Crimson Mask is the worry, issue and problem of the entirety of this company and now, thanks to my business expertise, a worry, issue and problem of the entirety of the XHF. The creature unleashed is dangerous, an apocalyptic threat to everything operating, to everyone wrestling and to anyone who dares get in It's way.
Me?
I am nothing to It anymore but let me say this as someone experienced.
You're all doomed.
You're all in a world of hurt.
You're all in danger.
I wish I could express it better but it's impossible. Think of your worst nightmare. The scariest dream you've had. The one that wouldn't let you go back to sleep. Now... *sigh*... go tenfold. Imagine actual fear. Imagine actual dread.
Then go a step further. Kruger Olejnik was the most fearsome combatant ever to grace the ring. This isn't Kruger Olejnik. This isn't Das Konig, the Kraken. This is so much worse.
This is the end.
The end.
There is no running.
It's over.
Pray.
[Fin.]
Olejnik? Gone.]
WS: Ladies and gentlemen, I come to you from a much different perspective. My friend and the best professional wrestler and combatant on the planet, Kruger Olejnik, is gone. He is no longer under my watch and observance. Our contracts, for now, no longer are enforceable. The Crimson Mask has appeared.
[Sigh.]
WS: A different monster. A different creature. A different, and I use the term loosely, man.
[Storm does his best to keep composure, sitting behind a red oak desk. Both hands rub the side of his perfectly shorn bearded face. Worry is suddenly obvious in the ashen bags hanging under eyes.]
WS: The Crimson Mask is not my problem. It's not my issue. It's not my worry. The Crimson Mask is the worry, issue and problem of the entirety of this company and now, thanks to my business expertise, a worry, issue and problem of the entirety of the XHF. The creature unleashed is dangerous, an apocalyptic threat to everything operating, to everyone wrestling and to anyone who dares get in It's way.
Me?
I am nothing to It anymore but let me say this as someone experienced.
You're all doomed.
You're all in a world of hurt.
You're all in danger.
I wish I could express it better but it's impossible. Think of your worst nightmare. The scariest dream you've had. The one that wouldn't let you go back to sleep. Now... *sigh*... go tenfold. Imagine actual fear. Imagine actual dread.
Then go a step further. Kruger Olejnik was the most fearsome combatant ever to grace the ring. This isn't Kruger Olejnik. This isn't Das Konig, the Kraken. This is so much worse.
This is the end.
The end.
There is no running.
It's over.
Pray.
[Fin.]