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| Tweet Topic Started: Nov 28 2007, 08:36 PM (26 Views) | |
| Kostoff | Nov 28 2007, 08:36 PM Post #1 |
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Part 1 [Well, seems like out loving general manager speaks so highly of himself and of his personal bitch Luther Thunder, that they really think that my man is not going to get into this match with all intentions of winning. I'm glad to think that they feel that way, nice to see that when this whole thing goes down that neither of them are giving him a chance of winning. You want to know why that's good for my man? Because when you least expect it and when you think that my man is down, he always comes back with something to not only shock the hell out of you, but to put you right back in your place. Yes Mercer, that's right. No matter what you say or how you package it there big boy, when this is all said and done, my man will have put you back in your place...being nothing more than a errand boy for Sparks, because that's what you right? Nothing more than an over paid messenger? Whatever, you two fucks will soon see what it's like to be put inside of a cage with a true animal.] (The scene opens up inside of the same hotel room. The trail of blood is somewhat cleaned up. Fresh towels are placed on the towel racks in the bathroom, as the blood is whiped up from the sink and counter as well. The camera turns to show Kostoff sitting on a chair in front of the television shaking his head. Kostoff is wearing a pair of jeans, a pair of K-Swiss cross trainers, and a blue Piggly Wiggly t-shirt. He keeps on shaking his head as he watches the taped promos from his opponent Luther Thunder.) Kostoff: Oh my fucking god, are you serious? I mean I know I'm a smart ass, but christ on a stick boy, you take the cake don't you? But what you take that in is being full of yourself. You think that I called you weak because I busted your skull open and you lost? No, I called you weak because you couldn't close the deal. Beating you means shit to me, I look at you as I look at the other wastes in EWF. Kostoff: Yes Luther I've been to the top of mountain before and I know that I'll get there again. No matter what you might think, you I won't be stopped at that again. Remind me of how I did at the ppv again? That's right I lost, but if I remember right, so did you. You didn't win either, so does that make you just as much of a loser as you claim that I am? Or does it make you worse because this loser beat you fair and fucking square? (Now Luther and Mercer talk. He rolls his eyes in the act of vomiting as the two pretend to be ruff and tumble.) Kostoff: And this prick, fucking Mercer thinks that by him running that man pleaser he calls a mouth I'm supposed to be what? Nervous that you're sending out your whipping boy again? Scared of you because why? You are Sparks bitch? (Getting up from the bed he slowly makes his way across the hotel room. Making his way to the sliding glass doors that lead out to the balcony he opens the door and takes in the night air. Breathing in deeply he closes his eyes at the sensation of the cool air hitting his lungs.) Kostoff: Mercer you think that by you sending out your hired gun to take me out is going to force me to run and hide? You think that by telling him that once that cage door closes shut that it's all fair game to do to me? Don't you think that I am fully aware that it's fair game on me and on him as well? Don't you think that I'm just as prepared to go into that cage and inflict just as much, if not more damage on him? You must think that I'm some roll over guy that you and your boy cna just roll into this match and beat the hell out of me right? (Opening his eyes he shakes his head.) Kostoff: If that's the case Mercer you are a sad mother fucker. If you think that Luther is going to just beat the shit out of me and have me stand there and take it, you are really a ignorant person you know that? Kostoff: That withstanding, everyone already knows your ignorance, shit everytime you open your mouth it's like diareah.....everything you say is shit. You think that because you have a title with your name it gives you some form of credit for being a F*ck? Kostoff: You see, I've said it before and I'll say it again Mercer. I've been told that better people were going to take me out, and they didn't get the job done. What makes you think that this dickhead is any better than the people I've gone against? I mean I know I'm getting old at that ripe old age of 28, but balding? Since when? Last time I checked, and that was about an hour and a half ago when I was in the shower, my hair is doing just fine. I mean some might be coming out, but that's what happens when your hair grows out long, I wouldn't expect you to understand that, I mean with curls and all hard to know the meaning of long hair isn't it boy? Kostoff: And Luther, you think that by being told that the boss was getting a assistant for you to push around makes you some badass right? What the fuckever, you are nothing more than a bully who thinks he can push people around. (With his eyes open now, he looks out the glass doors. Something off in the distance catches his eyes as he moves towards the railing and catches sight of two bums talking to each other. Going back in he grabs his trench coat and makes his way back out onto the roof top and over to fire escape and makes his way down to the alley below. Moving in the shadows, he gets close enough to over hear their conversation.) Bum 1: I heard from the streets that there has been someone running around hurting some of the people we know. Bum 2: I heard that as well, seems like a big guy is out to hurt us for no reason. [No reason they say? Ha, what this whole thing is going to teach everyone in EWF is that no matter what is going on, I'm in control of Kostoff. Let me get this straight for everyone to understand finally. Sebastian, just because you heard voices didn't mean you needed to be in a nuthouse, it ment that you might need to listen up and shut the F*ck up. Luther, this isn't a game of who got what mother fucker. I'm more real than you can ever imagine. And what these two unsuspecting fucks don't know is this...Kostoff might be the person who is in the shadows, but it's me who is controling what he does. So another bum gets hurt, or better yet....] (Picking up a broken 2x4 he creeps out from the shadows. The two bums say their good byes and head off into opposite directions. One heads off into the alley where he stands next to a dumpster. Whistling as he makes his way into the alley, the bum stops when he gets close enough to see him standing there. Making his way across the alley, he pushes off the dumpster and blocks his way. The bum gets close and pulls his hand out fo his coat pocket and slams a glass bottlle into the head of Kostoff. The bum seems to swell up as he begins to make his way past him, but to no avail. Kostoff reaches out and grabs the bum.) [Did that mother fucker hit him with a bottle? This is going to be fun now...] (In one fast motion, he reaches out and grabs the bum by his neck. Lifting him up he slams him into the metal dumpster. The bum begins to holler out as he slaps him in the mouth. Throwing him to the ground he pounces on top of the bum. The camera zooms in on his eyes, they have that blank, lost look in them. Almost devoid of any emotion or any feelings. He leans closer to the bum.) Kostoff: You have no idea as to the hell I'm going to inflict upon your worthless soul. (His voice drops to a whisper laced with venom.) Kostoff: And trust me when I tell you this will hurt you more than you can imagine..... (With that said Kostoff slams a vicious right into the skull of the bum. He grabs him by the throat and tightens his grip. The bum tries to scream out in terror as Kostoff bashes his head into the concrete over and over. The bums blood spatters over his trench coat and his shirt. He looks down and whipes the blood from the bum's head and smears it across his face. Getting to his feet he looks down at the carcass and laughs.) Kostoff: Just think Luther, I had nothing against this guy and I think I might have killed him. (Looking down and smiling as he licks his lips.) And Luther take note, this guy hit me first. Now look at this poor soul. Just remember this, I don't care what happens to you, I'll even kill you and not think twice about it Luther. Kostoff: Mercer I hope that you know what you are putting this guy into, because the next time you have the chance to talk to him will be at the city morgue when you have to tell him sorry for getting him into this. Kostoff: I'll see you boys in the ring... (Kostoff turns and looks for the fire escape ladder. Seeing it he walks over and grabs it as he leaps in the air. Making his way up the ladder the scene drifts to darkness.) |
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