Post by Walls on Sept 13, 2021 22:34:23 GMT -5
[Let's pass by flowery description. Let's ignore the minutiae of where William Payne sits. Lets ignore what he's wearing. He's tired. He's stressed. He's sitting.]
WP: I've been asked by the company to give my thoughts on the current mindset of Kruger Olejnik...
[Sigh. Let's not ignore that.]
...of... ahem... The Crimson Mask. I've been asked as the person most knowledgeable and close to this personality of the greatest combatant on the planet to bring some explanation as to why He became Him and why all of this is happening.
[Beat.]
WP: I... have... nothing.
Buuuuuuut...
[Single finger up.]
WP: I can tell UPW and the opponents of this elemental being of destruction: Bubba and Tater, what exactly is going to happen.
Sorry. No exactly. With one Kruger Olejnik I could have told you what exactly was going to happen. Das Konig was a machine. A programmed wrestling algorithm. One move leant into another move into another. He was.. predictable
This man? The Crimson Mask? He is not but chaos, destruction, battle and torture. He is not the man I know. He is not the wrestler I know. He is someone... *gulp*... I never wish to know.
But he is He.
Bubba. Tater. Handicap match. I wish it wasn't so unfair. I wish it wasn't so one sided.
I wish... mostly... you could bring more friends.
I'm sorry. He isn't. The Crimson Mask isn't. But I really am.
But... what else can I suggest?
[Beat.]
WS: Run.
[Fade.]
WP: I've been asked by the company to give my thoughts on the current mindset of Kruger Olejnik...
[Sigh. Let's not ignore that.]
...of... ahem... The Crimson Mask. I've been asked as the person most knowledgeable and close to this personality of the greatest combatant on the planet to bring some explanation as to why He became Him and why all of this is happening.
[Beat.]
WP: I... have... nothing.
Buuuuuuut...
[Single finger up.]
WP: I can tell UPW and the opponents of this elemental being of destruction: Bubba and Tater, what exactly is going to happen.
Sorry. No exactly. With one Kruger Olejnik I could have told you what exactly was going to happen. Das Konig was a machine. A programmed wrestling algorithm. One move leant into another move into another. He was.. predictable
This man? The Crimson Mask? He is not but chaos, destruction, battle and torture. He is not the man I know. He is not the wrestler I know. He is someone... *gulp*... I never wish to know.
But he is He.
Bubba. Tater. Handicap match. I wish it wasn't so unfair. I wish it wasn't so one sided.
I wish... mostly... you could bring more friends.
I'm sorry. He isn't. The Crimson Mask isn't. But I really am.
But... what else can I suggest?
[Beat.]
WS: Run.
[Fade.]