Post by Walls on Oct 8, 2021 0:12:22 GMT -5
"I feel like I am walking on eggshells. No. That's incorrect. When working in UPW and managing someone like Kruger Olejnik or whatever he is now, it isn't eggshells. It's glass. I feel like I am barefoot and walking on broken glass."
In. It's the spartan wall we know of Kruger Olejnik's training center. White primer on concrete. But in this corner are shelves promoting framed photos of his victories. Exhaustion rife on each. Combat created sweat and blood. A still moment of a cheat heaving, of a breathed pain, of aongy and pain. All caught in THAT moment. Centered in frame are two. First the towering silver Patriot Cup, gleaming. You remember this, right? The center of so many battles amongst the very best in UPW history. Forward of this is one William Payne. He is, as ever, draped in an expensive suit, perfectly cut for him. It's an ash grey with gleaming red cufflinks. His shirt is a faded red with a match dark black tie.
"But then I look at these photos of the world's greatest professional wrestler and combatant and think upon better times. UPW is heading to Japan. Kruger Olejnik is a household name in Japan. Let alone the commercials still played for car dealerships, restaurants and tire manufacturers, Krugers was known for battle. A kaiju crushing cities full of mortal men. A tsunami destroying structures. A stomping monster who couldn't be stopped. Look at these pictures and see the history.
Tamura.
Koshinawa.
The Great Stomper.
LION Giant.
All of Japan's stars fought this man and realized who was Das Konig. That realized their folly and realized the Croation Kraken was disaster. Each and every one fell before this man. Each a legend. Each a man of story. Each a giant star in their own right and yet Kruger Olejnik battled them and he stood victorious. Few stand on the mountain here like one Kruger Olejnik does.
This photos are that story.
No.
Incorrect.
Not a story.
Fact.
Not fiction.
"Payne looks at the photos, wiping a finger over one."
But this isn't that man anymore, is it? He's went off on his own. He is about to destroy a group of men, bloody them, break bone, stretch soft tissues. Concussions. Breaks. Injuries. It's going to be an expensive time for the medical department of UPW even if they can afford it. Despite their advancement and introduction into the greater world of XHF I still don't know if anyone is ready.
Not for him.
Him.
It.
The Crimson Mask.
No one is ready and I promise you this. There is NO ONE and I iterate strongly again NO ONE in UPW, in XHF, in the entire industry no matter where you are that can stand up to him whether he is Kruger Olejnik or whether he has fallen to the darkness and become this danger called The Crimson Mask. He is THE the challenge. THE end. THE finale. There is nothing past him. The greatest hand to hand combatant on God's green earth has become the monster under your bed, in your closet, in your head.
Enter Night
Exit Light.
Off to never never land.
But...
I am not alone. Not now. You see. Sometimes when you realize you are born and bred amongst monsters you call for more. That's who you are. You get on your knees, put your hands together and pray and the wrong one answers. So I did that. I sat down one evening. I asked. I begged and then I prayed.
But He didn't answer.... HE did.
And HE sent me a champion.
*The camera swivels and shows the outline in a dark corner. Draped in swathed black is the creature. Hanging layers, but that's now what is important. In the shadows you see a specific feature. Two tall horns escaping from a hooded skull. They reach up, turning slighty as if they know you are watching.*
You'll meet HIM soon. If... and only if there is anything left after the creature within Kruger Olejnik is done. But for now... HE comes. HE hungers. HE...
...is the Seitanist. And he is coming for your soul.
In. It's the spartan wall we know of Kruger Olejnik's training center. White primer on concrete. But in this corner are shelves promoting framed photos of his victories. Exhaustion rife on each. Combat created sweat and blood. A still moment of a cheat heaving, of a breathed pain, of aongy and pain. All caught in THAT moment. Centered in frame are two. First the towering silver Patriot Cup, gleaming. You remember this, right? The center of so many battles amongst the very best in UPW history. Forward of this is one William Payne. He is, as ever, draped in an expensive suit, perfectly cut for him. It's an ash grey with gleaming red cufflinks. His shirt is a faded red with a match dark black tie.
"But then I look at these photos of the world's greatest professional wrestler and combatant and think upon better times. UPW is heading to Japan. Kruger Olejnik is a household name in Japan. Let alone the commercials still played for car dealerships, restaurants and tire manufacturers, Krugers was known for battle. A kaiju crushing cities full of mortal men. A tsunami destroying structures. A stomping monster who couldn't be stopped. Look at these pictures and see the history.
Tamura.
Koshinawa.
The Great Stomper.
LION Giant.
All of Japan's stars fought this man and realized who was Das Konig. That realized their folly and realized the Croation Kraken was disaster. Each and every one fell before this man. Each a legend. Each a man of story. Each a giant star in their own right and yet Kruger Olejnik battled them and he stood victorious. Few stand on the mountain here like one Kruger Olejnik does.
This photos are that story.
No.
Incorrect.
Not a story.
Fact.
Not fiction.
"Payne looks at the photos, wiping a finger over one."
But this isn't that man anymore, is it? He's went off on his own. He is about to destroy a group of men, bloody them, break bone, stretch soft tissues. Concussions. Breaks. Injuries. It's going to be an expensive time for the medical department of UPW even if they can afford it. Despite their advancement and introduction into the greater world of XHF I still don't know if anyone is ready.
Not for him.
Him.
It.
The Crimson Mask.
No one is ready and I promise you this. There is NO ONE and I iterate strongly again NO ONE in UPW, in XHF, in the entire industry no matter where you are that can stand up to him whether he is Kruger Olejnik or whether he has fallen to the darkness and become this danger called The Crimson Mask. He is THE the challenge. THE end. THE finale. There is nothing past him. The greatest hand to hand combatant on God's green earth has become the monster under your bed, in your closet, in your head.
Enter Night
Exit Light.
Off to never never land.
But...
I am not alone. Not now. You see. Sometimes when you realize you are born and bred amongst monsters you call for more. That's who you are. You get on your knees, put your hands together and pray and the wrong one answers. So I did that. I sat down one evening. I asked. I begged and then I prayed.
But He didn't answer.... HE did.
And HE sent me a champion.
*The camera swivels and shows the outline in a dark corner. Draped in swathed black is the creature. Hanging layers, but that's now what is important. In the shadows you see a specific feature. Two tall horns escaping from a hooded skull. They reach up, turning slighty as if they know you are watching.*
You'll meet HIM soon. If... and only if there is anything left after the creature within Kruger Olejnik is done. But for now... HE comes. HE hungers. HE...
...is the Seitanist. And he is coming for your soul.