Post by Kyrie King on Dec 6, 2021 22:07:55 GMT -5
A door opens up, and inside, Kyrie King sits on a black chair with a cigar in his hand as he puffs on it in front of a camera. He leads over and dumps the ashes off the cigar and places it down, and sits up in the chair with a focused look.
Reckless and limited? These are the two words that describe my opponent Psycho James Vindel. He himself has used these words to describe himself, and at first glance at him, you wouldn't think so for a man that earned himself a shot at the Television Championship with that same formula, but it also cost him in the end.
Kyrie picks back up the cigar and puffs on it for a few minutes before blowing back out the smoke and putting it back down as he smirks.
You see, Psycho James Videl lacks discipline in his training; he lacks the will to improve his in-ring training, and if you look back at his history, you would see why. He started out in backyard wrestling, an amateur beginning as one can get, they lack fundamentals of the mat game and instead rely on weapons and risky moves to entertain the small group of fans that show up because they have nothing better else to do in that small town of Camden, NJ except see that pathetic football team of there's and let's be honest, nobody is trying to see the sorry Jets play.
Kyrie chuckles to himself.
But naw, for real, let me get back on topic when it comes to my opponent. He himself thinks aggression is all he needs to get a win against me or anybody he faces, but after Turmoil, he should know that's not true. His own aggression led him to defeat when he charged at Odin and got caught with a Ragnarok and had no choice but lay flat on his back and look up into the rafters and was pinned for the one, two, three and just like that as Odin raised his newly one Championship and him and Black had their stare-off. You became an afterthought to everyone in attendance, and not even the commentary team gave a damn about you. It was all about Black and Odin, and after this upcoming Monday Night Clash, you will be forgotten, and you'll lose the persona of the Psycho that you and the little fans you have left that believe you are a walking crazy man and maybe you are? But it doesn't give you the edge as you think. What will you fall back ok when I keep getting up and taking the pain you dish out? What will you do when I smile in your face after you've hit me with your best shot? I'll tell you what you will do.
Kyrie picks back up the cigar and takes a quick puff.
You will fold just like you did in turmoil; you will fold because you don't take the time to work on anything wrestling-related; your bread and butter is useless in a single match with rules where skill will be the critical factor in the outcome of this match. You lack something so crucial to every successful wrestler, and that's mentality! You don't have the mentality to get yourself out of bed to train and push yourself past your limits. You don't have the mentality to do a workout even when you just don't feel like it. You rely too much on your past street life to ever make it far in this business. Nobody cares about you having a pistol to your head; it doesn't make you a great wrestler; it makes you a victim, and in our match ill make you revisit that position when I victimize you in our match. I plan to show you the difference between a winner.
Kyrie points to himself.
And the difference between a pretender such as yourself because, let's be honest, if you were really from that street life and suffered as you say, you would move in silence like real Gs, but no, you try too hard to convince people you're from the hood. It's an embarrassing act, really, and I'm sure the Culture would wish you would stop representing because you aren't winning. All I can say is I look forward to our match. I'll be giving the black community someone that actually cares about representing the culture in the right way and not just trying to make a profit on it and give our people a bad name. At Monday Night Clash, I'm going to inject myself into the system of Action wrestling and cleanse this company of wasted talent such as yourself. You are a disease that needs to be eradicated, and I'll be the one to do it.
Kyrie stands up and takes one last puff.
You will just be the first of many victims that will come after you, Psycho, so consider yourself special. Because you will be the poster child for people that think they can step into that ring with me and best me in any way, I know my journey won't be easy but starting off with you isn't the worst hand a guy can be dealt. If we were playing Poker, I would be all in with a grin on my face because when it comes to you and me, I'm in a whole other league. When I beat you, the only thing I'll gain from it is a fact I beat a badass, I guess, but in reality, you are just a stepping stone on my path to glory, so bring your aggression, and ill bring my skill and will see who the better man is.
Kyrie walks off-camera and out the door as the scene ends.