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| Another time, another beating | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Nov 26 2007, 09:53 PM (20 Views) | |
| Kostoff | Nov 26 2007, 09:53 PM Post #1 |
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[Well, let's see...again one of our best put someone in front of my man and he ran right through him. Mercer, did you and Sparks dream this up or are you two actually that fucking dumb? I don't get it, I mean you guys sit on your morales and tell everyone how you are doing things for the greater good, and yet you continue to *i*k over your roster. Every week it's something or another, last week it was Mikey and his little drawfs making sure I don't get into the arena to distrupt the locker room and the show. What's wrong boys, scared I'm going to stir shit up some more? Whatever boys, you two can talk to each other all you want, bottom line is I'm not going to allow my man to drop this match to your butt plug of a body guard. Last time I told you what I was going to do and I did it, this time...well it won't be any different.] (The scene opens up inside of a hotel room. The room looks like a huricane ripped through it. Table knocked over, chairs tipped upside down. A small trail of blood is seen on the floor as the camera makes it way after it. The camera comes to a stop in the bathroom showing him standing with his hands on the counter with blood dripping down onto it. His hair hangs down as more blood drips onto the counter. He looks up, and you see the blood coming from his nose. Eyes red from either anger or straining to keep his head together. A small laugh escapes from his throat.) Kostoff: It's always going to be a struggle between us isn't it? (Shaking his head he pushes himself away from the counter. Kostoff is wearing a pair of black combat boots, a pair of jeans, and a Fox Team Racing jersey. Spots of blood are on his jersey and his jeans as he leans back against the wall.) Kostoff: It has always been this way hasn't it? We go to battle against each other all the time, most of the time I allow you to get the better of me. There has been a few occasions where you have gotten the better of me and I admit that it wore me down, hell I thought about throwing in the towel, but then I sit back and understand that as you get older you also get alot tuffer to defeat. In time though you will understand that what I am doing for you, to you, is for your own good. You might not understand it til you are dead and in the ground, but at some point you will get the point. (Whipping his hand across his face he sees the blood. A smile crosses his lips as he licks his own blood.) Kostoff: Now, let me understand this. Mercer and Sparks you two douche bags are putting me in the match against Luther again for what? To show you again just how fucking weak he is? I mean whopptie fucking do, he can hit a punching bag, gee I'm really impressed at a man hitting a puncing bag. But as Lutehr found out 2 weeks ago, a bag doesn't hit back...I did though. Kostoff: I'll play this game again, this time I'll enjoy it more though. To put him inside of a cage against me right now might be the dumbest thing that either of you two fucks ever came up with. Your putting your golden boy inside of a cage with an animal, I see it as a win win for me. (Grabbing a towel from the rack, he whipes his hands down. Tossing it to the floor her makes his way out of the bathroom. Looking at the wreck of a hotel room he's in he smiles as he sits on the bed.) Kostoff: Luther, I hope that you might use your head before you get into that cage against me. Think about it, you swore up and down that you were going to beat me senseless but it was you who got beaten. I told you that I was going to drop you and I did. I left you laying in a pool of your own blood as I got my hands lifted in victory, not you. You thought that it might be a walk in the park for you, but you found out the hell I can bring down upon someone. Kostoff: This week it's going to be worse for you. I'm being put inside of a steel cage to fight. Wow, just think, you are stepping into my war zone man. And once that door closes and that bell rings, you belong to me. Kostoff: Yes Luther I know, I know that you are going to kick my ass and I know that you are going to bring the pain, and yes Luther I know that you are going to beat me so bad that I won't know what time zone I'm in. But as I told you before, all this has been said to me and yet when it's all said and done, I'm still standing. (Looking up at the ceiling he smiles as he slowly falls to the matress.) Kostoff: Luther, to me it doesn't matter what you say or what you do. Once that door closes and it's time to get down to business, you'll be nothing more than a useless piece of flesh for me to destroy. You dealt with it before, and you'll deal with it again. Luther, I'll see you inside of the cage. (Laughter begins to escaped his thoat as the scene fades out into darkness.) |
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