Post by vastrix on Jan 11, 2023 0:21:00 GMT -5
“Robert Hill.”
Armand von Krauss sits in an easy chair on the observation deck of his airship as it sails through the sky. He is smoking his Egyptian cigarette with a glass of whiskey on the rocks at a side table. He takes a drag from the cigarette and blows smoke into the air.
Armand von Krauss: It has been sometime since we have met in the ring, you and I. It has been sometime before I wound up being the majority owner of your company, Riot Star Wrestling and ran you out. Does it still pain you, Robert? The pain of losing what you built to me? Sure, I later sold it to Chris Parsons when it was on its dying day to spite my wife, but it was lost to you for all time. It was dead while you fled to GCW. A company that also died.
Armand flicks ashes onto the floor with a grin.
Armand von Krauss: You went to retire, but wrestling pulled you back in. NPW died too. Was this also your fault? Will the death of Wrestle: UK also be your fault? I don’t mind if it is. Sebastian is a little weasel that deserves a little hard time. No, while I was busy with my war with Donzig, you thought you were top dog of the place. Now that Donzig has been shown his place in the scheme of things, it’s time I turned my attention to you and your little Bastard friends. You have entirely too much gold around your waists and it’s time that my group took it all away from your group. It all begins with the Commonwealth title. I’ll be taking that away from you when we hit the ring. I’ll be showing you what it’s like to face me again. What it’s like to lose to me again.
Armand stubs his cigarette out on the chair and then drains his glass of whiskey.
Armand von Krauss: I know that you think that maybe my people will interfere, but they are really there to make sure your people don’t come into the ring to help you. Don’t think I don’t know the general rule. Where there is one Bastard, there is all of them. Billy Fowler and Frank Windsor wouldn’t hesitate to throw the match to disqualification to ensure that you kept the title. It’s just the way you operate. Scared little children too afraid to operate on their own is what it amounts to.
Armand lights another Egyptian cigarette and takes in another lungful of smoke, smiling.
Armand von Krauss: You know how I operate too. Don’t you? I would suggest that you hire a security team for your home while we are in the ring. You haven’t seen Gabriel Tuck for some time. Have you? You know I would think of nothing of having Gabriel hold his heavy revolver to your friend’s head to make sure that you threw the match. To make sure that things remained fair and in my hands as things should be. Would you have a breakdown when you found out that the death of Maurice Evans was on your hands? Would you come fight me one last time and give me the excuse at last to kill you. Yes, I understand Cardone tried and died. Yes, I understand many of your other enemies died in their quests to end you forever.
Armand flicks ashes onto the floor.
Armand von Krauss: I have lasted ages. I have seen empires rise and fall. I have been the hero and the villain of the story. What do you think you have that can stop me, Robert? Do you think that you are better than the Carthaginians? Better than the Romans? I helped put each of these empires to the sword. I will bring you low. Your friends will lose their titles as well once my people get them in the ring. The Bastards will be defeated and will no doubt go back into exile or find an even smaller pond to try to be big fish in. Maybe you could find yourselves in KAW. My understanding is that they only have one member on the roster. You could dominate for all time…unless that one person is capable of defeating you too.
Sir Monocle enters the room and bows next to Armand, who sighs in impatience.
Armand von Krauss: What is it? I am busy.
Sir Monocle smiles nervously, itching at the scar on his wrist where his hand was cut off by Cyan Komar and then reattached to his body at the hospital.
Sir Monocle: Well, sir. Your wife has been trying to reach you and was wanting your input on the dress to wear to the next Legacy.
Armand sighs again.
Armand von Krauss: She’s in the bedroom that is on the other side of the airship. She can just walk over here.
Sir Monocle rubs the back of his neck with a nervous grin.
Sir Monocle: Well, you see, old chap…I mean, sir. She wants you to come to her as she doesn’t wish to, as she put it, traipse around the airship naked.
Armand nods and finishes his cigarette before flicking the butt at Sir Monocle, who jumps as the butt explodes into a shower of sparks onto the floor that he stomps out quickly. Armand just chuckles at the discomfort of his henchman. He looks back to the camera.
Armand von Krauss: Robert, I’ll be seeing you in the ring for the beginning of the end of you and yours.
He gets up from the chair and heads to the other side of the ship.
Armand von Krauss sits in an easy chair on the observation deck of his airship as it sails through the sky. He is smoking his Egyptian cigarette with a glass of whiskey on the rocks at a side table. He takes a drag from the cigarette and blows smoke into the air.
Armand von Krauss: It has been sometime since we have met in the ring, you and I. It has been sometime before I wound up being the majority owner of your company, Riot Star Wrestling and ran you out. Does it still pain you, Robert? The pain of losing what you built to me? Sure, I later sold it to Chris Parsons when it was on its dying day to spite my wife, but it was lost to you for all time. It was dead while you fled to GCW. A company that also died.
Armand flicks ashes onto the floor with a grin.
Armand von Krauss: You went to retire, but wrestling pulled you back in. NPW died too. Was this also your fault? Will the death of Wrestle: UK also be your fault? I don’t mind if it is. Sebastian is a little weasel that deserves a little hard time. No, while I was busy with my war with Donzig, you thought you were top dog of the place. Now that Donzig has been shown his place in the scheme of things, it’s time I turned my attention to you and your little Bastard friends. You have entirely too much gold around your waists and it’s time that my group took it all away from your group. It all begins with the Commonwealth title. I’ll be taking that away from you when we hit the ring. I’ll be showing you what it’s like to face me again. What it’s like to lose to me again.
Armand stubs his cigarette out on the chair and then drains his glass of whiskey.
Armand von Krauss: I know that you think that maybe my people will interfere, but they are really there to make sure your people don’t come into the ring to help you. Don’t think I don’t know the general rule. Where there is one Bastard, there is all of them. Billy Fowler and Frank Windsor wouldn’t hesitate to throw the match to disqualification to ensure that you kept the title. It’s just the way you operate. Scared little children too afraid to operate on their own is what it amounts to.
Armand lights another Egyptian cigarette and takes in another lungful of smoke, smiling.
Armand von Krauss: You know how I operate too. Don’t you? I would suggest that you hire a security team for your home while we are in the ring. You haven’t seen Gabriel Tuck for some time. Have you? You know I would think of nothing of having Gabriel hold his heavy revolver to your friend’s head to make sure that you threw the match. To make sure that things remained fair and in my hands as things should be. Would you have a breakdown when you found out that the death of Maurice Evans was on your hands? Would you come fight me one last time and give me the excuse at last to kill you. Yes, I understand Cardone tried and died. Yes, I understand many of your other enemies died in their quests to end you forever.
Armand flicks ashes onto the floor.
Armand von Krauss: I have lasted ages. I have seen empires rise and fall. I have been the hero and the villain of the story. What do you think you have that can stop me, Robert? Do you think that you are better than the Carthaginians? Better than the Romans? I helped put each of these empires to the sword. I will bring you low. Your friends will lose their titles as well once my people get them in the ring. The Bastards will be defeated and will no doubt go back into exile or find an even smaller pond to try to be big fish in. Maybe you could find yourselves in KAW. My understanding is that they only have one member on the roster. You could dominate for all time…unless that one person is capable of defeating you too.
Sir Monocle enters the room and bows next to Armand, who sighs in impatience.
Armand von Krauss: What is it? I am busy.
Sir Monocle smiles nervously, itching at the scar on his wrist where his hand was cut off by Cyan Komar and then reattached to his body at the hospital.
Sir Monocle: Well, sir. Your wife has been trying to reach you and was wanting your input on the dress to wear to the next Legacy.
Armand sighs again.
Armand von Krauss: She’s in the bedroom that is on the other side of the airship. She can just walk over here.
Sir Monocle rubs the back of his neck with a nervous grin.
Sir Monocle: Well, you see, old chap…I mean, sir. She wants you to come to her as she doesn’t wish to, as she put it, traipse around the airship naked.
Armand nods and finishes his cigarette before flicking the butt at Sir Monocle, who jumps as the butt explodes into a shower of sparks onto the floor that he stomps out quickly. Armand just chuckles at the discomfort of his henchman. He looks back to the camera.
Armand von Krauss: Robert, I’ll be seeing you in the ring for the beginning of the end of you and yours.
He gets up from the chair and heads to the other side of the ship.
