Post by vastrix on Nov 12, 2022 18:32:13 GMT -5
Armand von Krauss sits in an easy chair on his Observation Deck of his airship as they sail through the sky. He lights an Egyptian cigarette and takes a nice, long drag from it before flicking ashes onto the floor next to him.
Armand von Krauss: Spike Kane. You don’t respect me and that is fine. I don’t have any respect for you. It’s a mutual feeling of disrespect. You will probably say that you are a professional wrestler through and through. I am no professional wrestler. I do not practice the Schwächling Kampfkünste. I am a fighter. I have fought for my life since before you were born. Before your nation was born. I helped set fire to Rome when Emperor Nero disrespected me. I helped burn Carthage and salt the lands just to prove to my love that I was more worthy.
Armand takes another drag from his cigarette, enjoying the flavor of the expensive imported cigarette, before blowing out a cloud of smoke into the air.
Armand von Krauss: Am I a business owner? Yes. I own the Krimson Kharnival and have hired people to run the show in my name. I own other business interests as well. Does that mean that I cannot fight? Far from it. I sense blood in the boardroom and without. I will put you through more pain than you have ever felt before, Spike. You thought that your little time in Hell was bad. Wait until you get into the ring with me.
Armand flicks ashes onto the floor next to him with a smile. Maintenance has replaced that section of carpeting so many times that they have some in stock on the ship and just cut away as needed.
Armand von Krauss: You are right though, Spike. I cannot boast of X*Crown championships earned. I can throw you some reasons of why not, but you don’t want to hear excuses now do you. I can win the X*Crown if only given another chance. I mean, it seems that I am not as talented as my lovely wife, but that is as it has always been throughout history.
He puts the cigarette butt out in an actual ashtray and stands up. He walks over to the main window of the deck and looks out onto the British countryside below.
Armand von Krauss: How peaceful it looks. Would be a shame if someone ruined that peace. Don’t you think, Spike? Maybe your people from your hometown miss you. Maybe I send them all to Hell to join you…
Armand seems to consider for a moment, but then shakes his head with a laugh.
Armand von Krauss: I think slaughtering your people would be a gift to you. Besides, they likely hate you anyway. I would hate you too, Spike, but that would mean that I would have to care about you in order to hate you. I do not. I will simply break you and move onto the next victim.
Armand lights another Egyptian cigarette as we fade.
Armand von Krauss: Spike Kane. You don’t respect me and that is fine. I don’t have any respect for you. It’s a mutual feeling of disrespect. You will probably say that you are a professional wrestler through and through. I am no professional wrestler. I do not practice the Schwächling Kampfkünste. I am a fighter. I have fought for my life since before you were born. Before your nation was born. I helped set fire to Rome when Emperor Nero disrespected me. I helped burn Carthage and salt the lands just to prove to my love that I was more worthy.
Armand takes another drag from his cigarette, enjoying the flavor of the expensive imported cigarette, before blowing out a cloud of smoke into the air.
Armand von Krauss: Am I a business owner? Yes. I own the Krimson Kharnival and have hired people to run the show in my name. I own other business interests as well. Does that mean that I cannot fight? Far from it. I sense blood in the boardroom and without. I will put you through more pain than you have ever felt before, Spike. You thought that your little time in Hell was bad. Wait until you get into the ring with me.
Armand flicks ashes onto the floor next to him with a smile. Maintenance has replaced that section of carpeting so many times that they have some in stock on the ship and just cut away as needed.
Armand von Krauss: You are right though, Spike. I cannot boast of X*Crown championships earned. I can throw you some reasons of why not, but you don’t want to hear excuses now do you. I can win the X*Crown if only given another chance. I mean, it seems that I am not as talented as my lovely wife, but that is as it has always been throughout history.
He puts the cigarette butt out in an actual ashtray and stands up. He walks over to the main window of the deck and looks out onto the British countryside below.
Armand von Krauss: How peaceful it looks. Would be a shame if someone ruined that peace. Don’t you think, Spike? Maybe your people from your hometown miss you. Maybe I send them all to Hell to join you…
Armand seems to consider for a moment, but then shakes his head with a laugh.
Armand von Krauss: I think slaughtering your people would be a gift to you. Besides, they likely hate you anyway. I would hate you too, Spike, but that would mean that I would have to care about you in order to hate you. I do not. I will simply break you and move onto the next victim.
Armand lights another Egyptian cigarette as we fade.
