Post by Deleted on Mar 20, 2013 0:35:59 GMT -6
“What... the... FUCK?!”
It was rare that Kronin dropped the F-bomb. In this case, Kronin was at Ignite in Cincinnati, backstage watching the monitor as the main event unfolds. When Jesse takes the World Title. Kronin sighs and shakes his head.
“Well... Good thing Jesse’s goon squad is on the same page... cause Valora just got screwed over and is gonna be pissed. Ergo, Jesse and his thugs might be a bit busy with a pissed off Mexican chica...”
As Kronin and Lilly turn to leave, they see Brandy Boss standing there. She smiles. “Did I hear you right? Are you saying Valora got screwed over?” Kronin looks around and takes a deep breath. “Brandy... Jesse Styles did everything he could to piss Valora over. The ref made a mistake in his count, and Jesse saw it.. But rather than fix the mistake, Jesse jumped a weakened champ like the coward he is and took the belt for himself. So, yes... both Valora and Colt got screwed over.... much as it might pain me to side with Valora on anything..”
Brandy nodded as she considered what Kronin had to say and Kronin and Lilly walked past, to head out and leave as the event came to an end. Brandy came over and smiled. “So what about your match next week with LA Kief for the TV Title?”
Kronin paused and thought for a second and glanced over to Brandy Boss. “It’ll be a great matchup. Kief has the best superkick in the business. People underestimate him. I won’t. We’ll see how things pan out.”
Brandy smiled and nodded, taking her leave as Kronin and Lilly continued on their way. As they made their way out of the stadium, Lilly turns to Kronin and sighs. “Sure that was a good idea? backing Valora? Attacking Jesse? He’s already turning up pressure on us.”
Kronin nodded as they made their way to the office where one of Jesse’s assistants had the paychecks for the wrestlers that appeared on the show. “Don’t worry, Lil. This needs to be done and Jesse’s gonna be taken down a peg or two. Besides... we have allies now so, we’ll see what happens when we-”
Kronin looked up and was surprised to see Andy standing there, smirking. “Kronin. I’m afraid you won’t be getting paid until you realize its bad to get in Mr. Styles’ face.”
Kronin smirks and nods, looking around before he leans over the desk and clears his throat. “If Jesse wants to be boss here, you WILL pay me, or I’ll sue Jesse for Breach of Contract and I’ll end up owning the company. We both know Jesse can make my life hard in other ways. Pay me and get back to kissing Jesse’s ass.”
The two stare each other down a moment before he sighs and hands Kronin his check. “You really think you could’ve beaten Mr. Styles in court?” Kronin shrugs. “Dunno. You obviously did, though. Good luck dealing with Jesse about that. See ya next week.” Kronin hands the check off to Lilly as they leave and Lilly shakes her head. “You know... most people have this thing... its called ‘Direct Deposit’ It’s really cool, it puts the money right in your bank account.” She says, looking at Kronin, who raises an eyebrow. “Shush. Given the current problems between him and I, probably good Jesse doesn’t know my bank account. Besides... I don’t trust banks.”
“You know how weird that sounds coming from a German?” Lilly asks with a smirk as the duo head out of the arena and to Kronin’s Dodge Charger, packing in his gear in the trunk before getting into the car and heading off into the night.
Tuesday, March 19th 2013. Chicago, Illinois:
Kronin sat in the room of his apartment in Chicago and was thankful as hell that Chris had been smart enough not to bring the wrestlers into the radio studio as that would likely have ended in a full on brawl with Pugh and Kronin taking on Johnny Stylez and Jesse Styles. Still, it was a bit distracting hearing the phone and then hearing it on the radio as Lilly listened to the radio show. Everything was going well until Jen, Cera’s manager added went into the Too Much Info category with the comment she made about Kronin’s voice and masturbating to it. There was a long pause as Kronin looked up and saw Lilly glaring at him, her eyes narrowing as Kronin finally realized he hadn’t yet said anything. “Umm... thanks?” Was all he could muster and that was evidently the wrong answer as Lilly stormed off down the hall. Kronin pinched the bridge of his nose as he finished off his part of the radio show before hanging up and moving down the hall...
“Lil?” He asked cautiously as he entered the room they shared. While not an overly superstitious man, Kronin had learned that angering his girlfriend, a Romani Gypsy, usually ended badly. This seemed to be no different as Lilly came out from the bathroom. “Thanks?! THANKS?! Some bimbo Jap that thinks lizards are gonna rule the world is masturbating to your voice and your comeback is fuckin’ ‘Thanks’?!”
Kronin took the ‘at ease’ position, feet shoulder width apart, hands behind his back, meeting at the small of his back. Some militaries called the position ‘parade rest’ but the command to assume that position was almost always ‘at ease’ thus Kronin used that name for it and he had been through Lilly’s tirades before. He stood there, calmly, stoically, listening to what Lilly said before he chimed in. “Love.. Did you listen to her? She’d probably do it no matter what I said. She might be 22, but she clearly has the... innocence of a little school girl. Likely why Cera is able to manipulate her as easily as she is. It’s not like I said I wanted to jump into bed with her. She complimented my voice... Let’s keep things in perspective here...”
Lilly paused and thought about this a moment. Kronin held out hope, but didn’t react until he saw how his girlfriend was going to react, knowing from experience how volatile situations like this could go. Finally, she let out a sigh and nodded. “Alright. You might have a point. No promises I won’t beat the bitch if I see her backstage.”
Smiling, Kronin nodded, letting out a sigh of relief as it seemed he had dodged a bullet, for now anyways. Now all he had to do was try to ensure Jen and Lilly didn’t meet anytime soon. Challenging, but not completely out of the realm of possibility. His New Edge obligations done for the day, he could rest and mentally prepare himself for the week ahead. First on the docket, a nice dinner with Lilly... before Jesse Styles made that a luxury he couldn’t afford..
Wednesday, March 20th, 2013:
Kronin walked up to the New Edge training facility to find the next obstacle waiting for him. Andy was there, a smug smile on his face, and stopped Kronin before the big German fighter could enter. “Excuse me, Kronin. But until further notice, you’re not allowed to train here in the gym.” Seeing Kronin’s face darken, the man smiled. “You were very disrespectful to your boss on the radio show yesterday. You didn’t think there would be repercussions? Oh, you’ll find that use of our training facilities is not guaranteed in your contract. OH! There is just one more thing... Mr. Styles went through your history and noticed you played hockey for the East German Hockey team. Given the...well known habit of Communist teams to use performance enhancing substances, Mr. Styles has decided that prior to every match you fight, you must pass a drug test. If we find ANY substance.. from Creatine to full on steroids, to any other illegal drugs, you automatically forfeit the match. If you fail three times... you’re fired.” He says, giving Kronin a card with the address of a drug testing facility. “Go there, piss in a cup, they’re inform us of the results.”
Seeing the anger evident on Kronin’s face, Andy smiled and smirked. “Rules and Regulations. Remember. You can’t touch me out here. You better get to the testing facility.” Kronin grabbed the card and tucked it into his pocket. While annoying, the semi-racist treatment he was getting from first Johnny and now Jesse through his intermediaries wasn’t surprising. It was meant to anger him. Distract him, like they had Valora. Unlike Valora, however, Kronin wasn’t angry. He was just becoming more focused, more determined to take down his enemies.
As he drove to the testing facility to deal the latest hurdle that Jesse Styles threw in his path, one thing kept going through his mind. The question ‘Who is Kronin?’ Johnny Stylez had made fun of Kronin for being a pro wrestler for 17 years and ‘no one knowing who he was.’ It made Kronin think about where he had come from..
Kronin had started his career... in Germany, training. Once in awhile fighting in matches in small promotions. But mostly training. He then went to England for a bit where he did even more training and did a bit more regular work. Germany and the U.K. formed the basis of Kronin’s technical wrestling expertise. When he finally came to the U.S... he had 7 years of wrestling experience. Johnny could laugh and call Kronin ‘bingo hall boy’ all he wanted, but Kronin learned a lot by paying his dues and working for what he got. By the time he got his first big break in the business, Kronin was a veteran of 10+ years. He also knew the little things. The same little things that carried him to the top of the Midwestern regional promotion, Wrestling Midwest, based in Cleveland, Ohio. When that company closed, Kronin continued onward and eventually landed in New Edge.
As he walked into the testing facility, Kronin signed in and fairly rapidly was shown the bathroom, after being searched, and given the cup to piss in. Kronin fulfilled the duty gritting his teeth and came out, giving the cup to the people at the facility to test. As he walked out, Kronin turned his thoughts from the past to the future. He was the top contender in the TV title division. Likely, despite Jesse’s wishes. But Kronin couldn’t be happier. Not only was this his chance to win his first ever title in New Edge. But he was also of the mind that a TV title was a title that was meant to be defended EVERY single television show.. it was one of those things he learned by doing things the right way. Spending time, paying his dues, building himself and his skills up.
Jesse Styles and LA Kief thus far had failed to defend the TV belt as needed. Kronin and United would not fail. To be fair, the fault wasn’t all on Kief. If the man wasn’t booked, he couldn’t do much. But, the bottom line was Kief had the belt and Kronin wanted it. To that end, Kief was about to find out just what Kronin could do fully motivated. Kief was also going to lose an advantage in this match. Kronin spent a lot of time backstage, he observed the other wrestlers and had heard the jokes about Kief. No one took him seriously. Never mind the man had nearly won the World Title. Never mind the man had what was very likely the BEST superkick in the business. No matter what he did, the line stayed that Kief was a joke. An easy win. Kronin didn’t see it that way. He saw the potential Kief had. The danger the man’s unorthodox style represented. No... when Kronin faced LA Kief.. Kronin would take the man seriously and bring his full talents to bear against him.
All in all, Kief was in for a fight and KOP, Jesse Styles and the rest of the Styles lackeys were about to see what this ‘bingo hall boy’ could do.
It was rare that Kronin dropped the F-bomb. In this case, Kronin was at Ignite in Cincinnati, backstage watching the monitor as the main event unfolds. When Jesse takes the World Title. Kronin sighs and shakes his head.
“Well... Good thing Jesse’s goon squad is on the same page... cause Valora just got screwed over and is gonna be pissed. Ergo, Jesse and his thugs might be a bit busy with a pissed off Mexican chica...”
As Kronin and Lilly turn to leave, they see Brandy Boss standing there. She smiles. “Did I hear you right? Are you saying Valora got screwed over?” Kronin looks around and takes a deep breath. “Brandy... Jesse Styles did everything he could to piss Valora over. The ref made a mistake in his count, and Jesse saw it.. But rather than fix the mistake, Jesse jumped a weakened champ like the coward he is and took the belt for himself. So, yes... both Valora and Colt got screwed over.... much as it might pain me to side with Valora on anything..”
Brandy nodded as she considered what Kronin had to say and Kronin and Lilly walked past, to head out and leave as the event came to an end. Brandy came over and smiled. “So what about your match next week with LA Kief for the TV Title?”
Kronin paused and thought for a second and glanced over to Brandy Boss. “It’ll be a great matchup. Kief has the best superkick in the business. People underestimate him. I won’t. We’ll see how things pan out.”
Brandy smiled and nodded, taking her leave as Kronin and Lilly continued on their way. As they made their way out of the stadium, Lilly turns to Kronin and sighs. “Sure that was a good idea? backing Valora? Attacking Jesse? He’s already turning up pressure on us.”
Kronin nodded as they made their way to the office where one of Jesse’s assistants had the paychecks for the wrestlers that appeared on the show. “Don’t worry, Lil. This needs to be done and Jesse’s gonna be taken down a peg or two. Besides... we have allies now so, we’ll see what happens when we-”
Kronin looked up and was surprised to see Andy standing there, smirking. “Kronin. I’m afraid you won’t be getting paid until you realize its bad to get in Mr. Styles’ face.”
Kronin smirks and nods, looking around before he leans over the desk and clears his throat. “If Jesse wants to be boss here, you WILL pay me, or I’ll sue Jesse for Breach of Contract and I’ll end up owning the company. We both know Jesse can make my life hard in other ways. Pay me and get back to kissing Jesse’s ass.”
The two stare each other down a moment before he sighs and hands Kronin his check. “You really think you could’ve beaten Mr. Styles in court?” Kronin shrugs. “Dunno. You obviously did, though. Good luck dealing with Jesse about that. See ya next week.” Kronin hands the check off to Lilly as they leave and Lilly shakes her head. “You know... most people have this thing... its called ‘Direct Deposit’ It’s really cool, it puts the money right in your bank account.” She says, looking at Kronin, who raises an eyebrow. “Shush. Given the current problems between him and I, probably good Jesse doesn’t know my bank account. Besides... I don’t trust banks.”
“You know how weird that sounds coming from a German?” Lilly asks with a smirk as the duo head out of the arena and to Kronin’s Dodge Charger, packing in his gear in the trunk before getting into the car and heading off into the night.
Tuesday, March 19th 2013. Chicago, Illinois:
Kronin sat in the room of his apartment in Chicago and was thankful as hell that Chris had been smart enough not to bring the wrestlers into the radio studio as that would likely have ended in a full on brawl with Pugh and Kronin taking on Johnny Stylez and Jesse Styles. Still, it was a bit distracting hearing the phone and then hearing it on the radio as Lilly listened to the radio show. Everything was going well until Jen, Cera’s manager added went into the Too Much Info category with the comment she made about Kronin’s voice and masturbating to it. There was a long pause as Kronin looked up and saw Lilly glaring at him, her eyes narrowing as Kronin finally realized he hadn’t yet said anything. “Umm... thanks?” Was all he could muster and that was evidently the wrong answer as Lilly stormed off down the hall. Kronin pinched the bridge of his nose as he finished off his part of the radio show before hanging up and moving down the hall...
“Lil?” He asked cautiously as he entered the room they shared. While not an overly superstitious man, Kronin had learned that angering his girlfriend, a Romani Gypsy, usually ended badly. This seemed to be no different as Lilly came out from the bathroom. “Thanks?! THANKS?! Some bimbo Jap that thinks lizards are gonna rule the world is masturbating to your voice and your comeback is fuckin’ ‘Thanks’?!”
Kronin took the ‘at ease’ position, feet shoulder width apart, hands behind his back, meeting at the small of his back. Some militaries called the position ‘parade rest’ but the command to assume that position was almost always ‘at ease’ thus Kronin used that name for it and he had been through Lilly’s tirades before. He stood there, calmly, stoically, listening to what Lilly said before he chimed in. “Love.. Did you listen to her? She’d probably do it no matter what I said. She might be 22, but she clearly has the... innocence of a little school girl. Likely why Cera is able to manipulate her as easily as she is. It’s not like I said I wanted to jump into bed with her. She complimented my voice... Let’s keep things in perspective here...”
Lilly paused and thought about this a moment. Kronin held out hope, but didn’t react until he saw how his girlfriend was going to react, knowing from experience how volatile situations like this could go. Finally, she let out a sigh and nodded. “Alright. You might have a point. No promises I won’t beat the bitch if I see her backstage.”
Smiling, Kronin nodded, letting out a sigh of relief as it seemed he had dodged a bullet, for now anyways. Now all he had to do was try to ensure Jen and Lilly didn’t meet anytime soon. Challenging, but not completely out of the realm of possibility. His New Edge obligations done for the day, he could rest and mentally prepare himself for the week ahead. First on the docket, a nice dinner with Lilly... before Jesse Styles made that a luxury he couldn’t afford..
Wednesday, March 20th, 2013:
Kronin walked up to the New Edge training facility to find the next obstacle waiting for him. Andy was there, a smug smile on his face, and stopped Kronin before the big German fighter could enter. “Excuse me, Kronin. But until further notice, you’re not allowed to train here in the gym.” Seeing Kronin’s face darken, the man smiled. “You were very disrespectful to your boss on the radio show yesterday. You didn’t think there would be repercussions? Oh, you’ll find that use of our training facilities is not guaranteed in your contract. OH! There is just one more thing... Mr. Styles went through your history and noticed you played hockey for the East German Hockey team. Given the...well known habit of Communist teams to use performance enhancing substances, Mr. Styles has decided that prior to every match you fight, you must pass a drug test. If we find ANY substance.. from Creatine to full on steroids, to any other illegal drugs, you automatically forfeit the match. If you fail three times... you’re fired.” He says, giving Kronin a card with the address of a drug testing facility. “Go there, piss in a cup, they’re inform us of the results.”
Seeing the anger evident on Kronin’s face, Andy smiled and smirked. “Rules and Regulations. Remember. You can’t touch me out here. You better get to the testing facility.” Kronin grabbed the card and tucked it into his pocket. While annoying, the semi-racist treatment he was getting from first Johnny and now Jesse through his intermediaries wasn’t surprising. It was meant to anger him. Distract him, like they had Valora. Unlike Valora, however, Kronin wasn’t angry. He was just becoming more focused, more determined to take down his enemies.
As he drove to the testing facility to deal the latest hurdle that Jesse Styles threw in his path, one thing kept going through his mind. The question ‘Who is Kronin?’ Johnny Stylez had made fun of Kronin for being a pro wrestler for 17 years and ‘no one knowing who he was.’ It made Kronin think about where he had come from..
Kronin had started his career... in Germany, training. Once in awhile fighting in matches in small promotions. But mostly training. He then went to England for a bit where he did even more training and did a bit more regular work. Germany and the U.K. formed the basis of Kronin’s technical wrestling expertise. When he finally came to the U.S... he had 7 years of wrestling experience. Johnny could laugh and call Kronin ‘bingo hall boy’ all he wanted, but Kronin learned a lot by paying his dues and working for what he got. By the time he got his first big break in the business, Kronin was a veteran of 10+ years. He also knew the little things. The same little things that carried him to the top of the Midwestern regional promotion, Wrestling Midwest, based in Cleveland, Ohio. When that company closed, Kronin continued onward and eventually landed in New Edge.
As he walked into the testing facility, Kronin signed in and fairly rapidly was shown the bathroom, after being searched, and given the cup to piss in. Kronin fulfilled the duty gritting his teeth and came out, giving the cup to the people at the facility to test. As he walked out, Kronin turned his thoughts from the past to the future. He was the top contender in the TV title division. Likely, despite Jesse’s wishes. But Kronin couldn’t be happier. Not only was this his chance to win his first ever title in New Edge. But he was also of the mind that a TV title was a title that was meant to be defended EVERY single television show.. it was one of those things he learned by doing things the right way. Spending time, paying his dues, building himself and his skills up.
Jesse Styles and LA Kief thus far had failed to defend the TV belt as needed. Kronin and United would not fail. To be fair, the fault wasn’t all on Kief. If the man wasn’t booked, he couldn’t do much. But, the bottom line was Kief had the belt and Kronin wanted it. To that end, Kief was about to find out just what Kronin could do fully motivated. Kief was also going to lose an advantage in this match. Kronin spent a lot of time backstage, he observed the other wrestlers and had heard the jokes about Kief. No one took him seriously. Never mind the man had nearly won the World Title. Never mind the man had what was very likely the BEST superkick in the business. No matter what he did, the line stayed that Kief was a joke. An easy win. Kronin didn’t see it that way. He saw the potential Kief had. The danger the man’s unorthodox style represented. No... when Kronin faced LA Kief.. Kronin would take the man seriously and bring his full talents to bear against him.
All in all, Kief was in for a fight and KOP, Jesse Styles and the rest of the Styles lackeys were about to see what this ‘bingo hall boy’ could do.