Post by Jesse Styles on May 13, 2013 6:14:38 GMT -6
Kronin uprising
The camera suddenly cuts to the parking lot outside the arena in Charlotte. It seems to be near the parking garage areas where the staff and wrestlers park.
Vince Walters: “What the hell?! Why are we outside the arena?!”
Jill Matthews: “Obviously because there’s something someone wants us to see!”
Sounds of a fight are heard in the distance as well as glass breaking, the sound of someone going face first into a car and finally, Leroy, Jesse Styles’ security chief drops to the pavement, trying to get up but falling back to the ground. Standing next to him are a pair of black combat boots. The camera pans up and we see Kronin standing there, breathing a bit heavy, obviously having come out on top in a big fight with the big man. Kronin spits a bit of blood on the pavement. The sight of Kronin brings a pop from the crowd as he turns and looks into the camera.
Kronin: “Heh. Your man there Jesse... not bad if he catches you from behind....”
Kronin bends down, mockingly checking on him.
Kronin: “You alright dude?! It looks like someone beat the CRAP out of you!”
Vince Walters: “Does that idiot WANT to get fired?!”
Jill Matthews: “Jesse won’t fire Kronin. If he was, he would have by now.”
Kronin stands up and clears his throat.
Kronin: “By the way, Jesse man... it looks like I’m staring into a camera, being broadcast live on Showtime. So, uhhh make sure you get me my CONTRACTUALLY OBLIGATED MONEY or... all the fancy lawyers in the world won’t stop me being at LEAST co-owner of New Edge!
That out of the way. you’re probably wondering how the hell I managed to get a camera crew right? Page 3 of my contract, paragraph 6 section 17. I have the right to request a camera crew pretty much... whenever I want. Now, I know.. it doesn’t give me carte blanche to crash the show like this. No. I’m here because people in New Edge are tired of your bullshit. You’re surrounded by enemies, Jesse Styles.”
Kronin paces back and forth before clearing his throat a bit and clenching his fist.
Kronin: “Know what your problem is, Jesse? Much as you like to call everyone Stupid... you’re not the sharpest tool in the shed either. See.. lets look at the mistake you made. You looked at me and saw a nice guy. Someone who never breaks the rules... and I am. I really am. But then... Heh.. But then you blew up my family’s house. You nearly killed my 5 year old niece. There was the Tokyo Incident. You kidnapped my mother and you beat Falcon into a GODDAMNED coma...”
Vince Walters: “We know this, you dumb German! Say something intelligent!”
Jill Matthews: “Umm... Vince... Kronin looks a bit more... animated than usual. I don’t think he’s done yet.”
Kronin: “So, man... here’s what you’ve done. You went and handed me a whole new set of rules to play by. Welcome to the War, Jesse Styles. You all had your laughs. Now, I’ll be showing you what I think is funny. You know... EVERY time you and I have traded blows one on one. I’ve won. Now, come Justice it WILL be just you and me. Because if ANYONE interferes in the match.. I promise you Jesse the BEST you can hope for is ending up in a hospital room, eating meals through a freakin’ straw. I’ve played your games long enough. Now you play mine. I’ll be back next week to tell you what kind of a match we’ll be fighting. Now-”
Kronin looks up and sighs.
Kronin: “Damn Jesse. Your security guys are way too slow. To be continued.”
The camera goes black and when it comes in, New Edge security is looking around for Kronin as well as helping Leroy up.”
Leroy: “Where the fuck that fool at?!”
Security: “We don’t know... he’s just gone!”
Leroy: “Gone my ass! He ain’t Batman or some shit! Find him or you can bet yo ass Jesse will be handin’ out pink slips!”
NEW Security and Leroy spread out, trying to find out where Kronin disappeared to.
Vince Walters: “Call 911! Arrest Kronin for trespassing!”
Jill Matthews: “Unless Kronin enters the arena, Jesse can’t do that. Judging from what we just saw, I think the Styles Mafia is in some trouble though!”
The camera suddenly cuts to the parking lot outside the arena in Charlotte. It seems to be near the parking garage areas where the staff and wrestlers park.
Vince Walters: “What the hell?! Why are we outside the arena?!”
Jill Matthews: “Obviously because there’s something someone wants us to see!”
Sounds of a fight are heard in the distance as well as glass breaking, the sound of someone going face first into a car and finally, Leroy, Jesse Styles’ security chief drops to the pavement, trying to get up but falling back to the ground. Standing next to him are a pair of black combat boots. The camera pans up and we see Kronin standing there, breathing a bit heavy, obviously having come out on top in a big fight with the big man. Kronin spits a bit of blood on the pavement. The sight of Kronin brings a pop from the crowd as he turns and looks into the camera.
Kronin: “Heh. Your man there Jesse... not bad if he catches you from behind....”
Kronin bends down, mockingly checking on him.
Kronin: “You alright dude?! It looks like someone beat the CRAP out of you!”
Vince Walters: “Does that idiot WANT to get fired?!”
Jill Matthews: “Jesse won’t fire Kronin. If he was, he would have by now.”
Kronin stands up and clears his throat.
Kronin: “By the way, Jesse man... it looks like I’m staring into a camera, being broadcast live on Showtime. So, uhhh make sure you get me my CONTRACTUALLY OBLIGATED MONEY or... all the fancy lawyers in the world won’t stop me being at LEAST co-owner of New Edge!
That out of the way. you’re probably wondering how the hell I managed to get a camera crew right? Page 3 of my contract, paragraph 6 section 17. I have the right to request a camera crew pretty much... whenever I want. Now, I know.. it doesn’t give me carte blanche to crash the show like this. No. I’m here because people in New Edge are tired of your bullshit. You’re surrounded by enemies, Jesse Styles.”
Kronin paces back and forth before clearing his throat a bit and clenching his fist.
Kronin: “Know what your problem is, Jesse? Much as you like to call everyone Stupid... you’re not the sharpest tool in the shed either. See.. lets look at the mistake you made. You looked at me and saw a nice guy. Someone who never breaks the rules... and I am. I really am. But then... Heh.. But then you blew up my family’s house. You nearly killed my 5 year old niece. There was the Tokyo Incident. You kidnapped my mother and you beat Falcon into a GODDAMNED coma...”
Vince Walters: “We know this, you dumb German! Say something intelligent!”
Jill Matthews: “Umm... Vince... Kronin looks a bit more... animated than usual. I don’t think he’s done yet.”
Kronin: “So, man... here’s what you’ve done. You went and handed me a whole new set of rules to play by. Welcome to the War, Jesse Styles. You all had your laughs. Now, I’ll be showing you what I think is funny. You know... EVERY time you and I have traded blows one on one. I’ve won. Now, come Justice it WILL be just you and me. Because if ANYONE interferes in the match.. I promise you Jesse the BEST you can hope for is ending up in a hospital room, eating meals through a freakin’ straw. I’ve played your games long enough. Now you play mine. I’ll be back next week to tell you what kind of a match we’ll be fighting. Now-”
Kronin looks up and sighs.
Kronin: “Damn Jesse. Your security guys are way too slow. To be continued.”
The camera goes black and when it comes in, New Edge security is looking around for Kronin as well as helping Leroy up.”
Leroy: “Where the fuck that fool at?!”
Security: “We don’t know... he’s just gone!”
Leroy: “Gone my ass! He ain’t Batman or some shit! Find him or you can bet yo ass Jesse will be handin’ out pink slips!”
NEW Security and Leroy spread out, trying to find out where Kronin disappeared to.
Vince Walters: “Call 911! Arrest Kronin for trespassing!”
Jill Matthews: “Unless Kronin enters the arena, Jesse can’t do that. Judging from what we just saw, I think the Styles Mafia is in some trouble though!”