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Troy vs. Vlachenko

SouthernBoy

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The final battle

{{...CUE-UP: "Winds of Siberia - Boris Tchaikovsky. FADE-IN: White. The screen begins to swirl and move as the wind picks up and the shot zooms out. We can now see it's snow...everywhere. CUT-TO: A small, snow covered bunker. A man wearing a heavy, grey parka comes into view and enters the bunker. As he enters, he shakes off the snow that had accumulated on his parka, then removes the hood to reveal former USCW World Champion, "The Russian Assassin" Vladamir Vlachinko. Vlachinko hangs the parka on a hook, then smirks at the camera as he removes his gloves. He then walks down the hallway into a small office containing only a desk, a portable radio, and a US Flag with "SUCKS" painted in yellow across it. Getting behind the desk, Vlachinko picks up the radio microphone and says something quickly in Russian, that if you bothered to translate it meant, "All is well.". Just then, the door opens again and a lovely red haired woman enters. She's wearing a white parka, but her long, shapely legs are bare. The woman puts down a thermos of coffee, writes something on her clipboard, and then walks away...}}

VLACHINKO: (heavy Russian Accent) " Yes Comrades, I am BACK. Just yesterday I received my orders from headquarters sending me BACK to the West....this time, to America's pet dog, Great Britain. Although I must admit that providing security in defense of our great Nation from this outpost in Siberia was quite an honor, but now...I must go where I'm needed...to finish the ONE task I was not able to bring to completion my last tenure in that den of corruption and greed called America....To humiliate and defeat ... "

" Lindsay Troy. "

" You have been a thorn in my side for quite a long time. It is most unfortunate the USCW folded before I had my opportunity to silence you once and for all. And do to my change in "orders" I was unable to get my revenge in A1E. And for some reason, YOUR {{...points to the camera...}} country has BANNED me from re-entering the country. I'm SURE you had something to do with that Troy. But now, the GXW is going to England, and they are much more accommodating of these things. "

" So it is in a neutral country that you and I will meet again. A country, unlike AMERICA, that allows foreigners to travel without BRANDING them a terrorist, or some kind of THREAT. England lacks the BALLS to do ANYTHING for themselves, thus depending on America to lead them around by the short hairs. A country, unable to decide ANYTHING for themselves, backing the invasion of a SOVEREIGN country to look for weapons of mass destruction EVERYBODY knows just does NOT exist. A country, who along with it's mommy America, who attempts to BULLY countries such as France, Italy, and MOTHER Russia by branding us cowards, and cutting our businesses out of rebuilding and providing for the NEEDY in Iraq. "

" You are a bully just like England, and just like AMERICA. You Lindsay Troy are a freak of nature who takes advantage of gentleman like MYSELF who normally have reservations about hitting a WOMAN. But I've stood next to you Troy, I'm SEEN your face, I've TOUCHED {{...Vlachinko shivers at the thought..}} your body. You're NO WOMAN. Genetically, MAYBE. And MAYBE all the parts are there, or NOT there as the case may be. But you're NO woman Troy. You're a ... a .... hell, I don't know WHAT you are Troy. But I do know you're a bully. Because a BULLY takes advantage of the situation...a BULLY plays on the emotions of his or her victims...that's what YOU do Troy. I am a gentleman, and it TEARS ME UP to hit a woman...but I tell myself that you are NOT a woman, and that I have every RIGHT to tear you down, chew you up, and SPIT you OUT. "

" I have thought of NOTHING but this for the last YEAR up hear in the cold and ice of Siberia. I have thought of just REVENGE on you Troy. And I shall get it, oh ... I SHALL GET IT. So, Troy, heed my warning. I am wrestling's equivalent to the LORD GOD himself and I will not be brought down into the gutters you live in. We have ourselves a wrestling match at Battleground Britain, it is there that you will come face to face with the PERFECT WEAPON, and you will realize that there is no better player in the game today than the Russian Assassin. Sleep with one eye open my "lady", for you never know when the Assassin will strike. "

{{...FADE OUT...}}
 

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And a very nice hello to you too!

Fade-in: Lindsay Troy, with a big sh*t-eating grin on her face. Can you tell she's happy to finally get her hands on Vlachinko?

She's seated by a warm fire, fingers steepled, and a twinkle in her eye.


Hi Pot. Meet Kettle. If I'm a bully, then what does that make you, my dear Mr. Vlachinko?

How about a sanctimonious, self-righteous, self-serving son of a b*tch?

She chuckles to herself.

Come now, Vladdy, I thought we were beyond the unfounded accusations of me being a she-male and other such silly childish claims. Have you forgotten how to act like a gentleman?

Wait...in order for you to have forgotten, you would have had to have been one in the first place.

You've never been a gentleman, Vladimir. Save the "I'd never hit a woman" card for someone who doesn't know you inside and out. I know you too well. I've had to look at you across a room and across a ring for a 6-month period. I've had plenty of time to see you in action and figure out what makes you tick, so don't think for a second that you're fooling me.

A gentlemen would surely chew his food and swallow, even if he didn't like the taste, instead of being a barbaric animal and spitting it out.

But again, you are no gentleman. You've always been savage, so I'm not expecting a sudden change of heart from you.

We've both been thorns in each other's side, but I can assure you that I had nothing to do with you being banned from entering the United States. I've wanted nothing more than to get my hands on you, one last time, to settle this matter once and for all.

But we're going to rectify this withdrawal that we've both been going through, aren't we?

Perhaps you should take the matter of your banishment up with my other half, if you can find him.

Smirk.

I see that you're laurels as a former KGB agent haven't merited you much respect in the rankings of the Russian government. For someone that's harped his most superior skills as a former spy to anyone who would listen, it seems to me like you've been demoted to the grunt work of a washed-up, hasbeen soldier whose only task now is to watch the swirling, driving snow from the window of a log cabin in northern Russia.

Oh, how the mighty have fallen, dear Vladimir.

It's nice to know you're still the same inconsiderate b*stard that you were back in USCW. Still riding the anti-US bandwagon, I see. Here you are, blathering on about decisions that the United States has made in regards to foreign policy instead of focusing on me, your opponent. Old habits never die, do they comrade?

Maybe I'm just being selfish. It's entirely possible. But the decisions my country's government has made over the past year or two isn't going to make a difference on the outcome of our match. So Dave Coulier, do us both a favor and cut it out.

I can't blame you for having a severe case of "Lindsay on the brain" for the past year. Other such documented cases have had the same prolonged symptoms, but you're a special case, aren't you Vladdy? Your "killer instinct" is what's driven you to accept this match, and your keen eye for detail has left nothing untouched. In fact, everything you've said is the same thing you've been saying ever since we first met, with a slightly different twist each time.

Needle, meet broken record.

Until the next time you open your mouth and blast your Arctic chill, I leave you with one small bit of advice:

Even the Lord God makes mistakes.

Fade...
 

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Amusing, as always

{{...CUE-UP: "The Winds of Siberia - Boris Tchaikovsky" FADE-IN: Vladamir Vlachinko, back from Siberia, is swimming laps in an outdoor Hotel Olympic size swimming pool. The lovely Natasha, wearing a very revealing red bikini sits on the edge of the pool sunning herself. A loud horn sounds and Natasha picks up her clipboard and writes a few words. She then rises and takes the towel hanging on the rail next to her to the edge of the pool. The Russian Assassin rises out of the water breathing somewhat heavily as Natasha wraps the towel around him and he begins to dry off...}}[/I]

NATASHA: " Tea is prepared in the room. Do you wish a taste? "

VLACHINKO: " No my dear, bring me the sports drink. "

NATASHA: " As you wish. "

{{...Natasha hurries along as Vlachinko finishes drying himself off. He drapes the towel around his neck and takes a seat on the edge of the pool...}}

VLACHINKO: " The finest training equipment in the world. The best coaches, the most proficient manager, the latest technology...together they have all worked together in making the man you see before you today. I am in top physical, mental and emotional condition. Made so by my dedication to perfection and unwavering loyalty to my nation and people. Over the past few months, I have been serving in other capacities, but NOW, the great Russian Sports managers have seen fit to send me to THIS country, England, to vanquish the vile blot on the sport we all so dearly love. "

" Everywhere I go, I am mocked and ridiculed. That seems to be quite a problem for you too Miss Troy. You mock me, my history, and my heritage at every turn. But that's America isn't it? These are the same people that think that anyone with a towel on their head is a terrorist while at the same time want to search ME before getting on an airplane and letting the Arabs go though...because if they searched "those guys" that would be RACIAL profiling. You Americans are hypocrites in every phase of LIFE. You force your government, YOUR ideals, YOUR way of life on to each and every person in this WORLD should they want to be "Americanized" or not. You disgust me. "

" But it's okay...I'm here to help give this league the exposure that it deserves, and all I ask for in return, is to be treated with dignity and respect...which, to be frank, is hard to come by in America OR England. I know from personal experience. No one in either country respects what it's taken for me to get to this point. The imbeciles up in the stands boo and mock me even though the KNOW, deep down in their heart, that I am the best thing they're going to see that day in their miserable lives. Meanwhile, they cheer idiots like you, who give them no real reason to. That just goes to show you that ANYBODY can walk through the door of a wrestling promotion and step into a ring.

" But not everyone can win."

" You see Troy, you have won nothing. The only thing you have managed to do is make me just that much more angry. Yes, I realize that you THINK you are winning some mind game with your childish insults and mindless dribble about what my government has asked of me, and yes I realize that you believe you are in control, and YES I realize you think that I am not as mentally attune to what is going on as I say I am. All these things are your undervalued opinion my good lady, and it means absolutely NOTHING to me. For you see Troy, mental midgets such as yourself are ALWAYS proved to be exactly what they are by better men, and if you realize it or not, at Battle Ground Britain, Vladamir Vlachinko will show the WORLD the pretender you truly are...and the mistake that was made, sending me out of this sport those many months ago "

{{...Natasha arrives with a drink that looks like red Gatorade, but instead of the Gatorade label, it's been replaced with a yellow "TOP SECRET x499" label. Vlachinko takes the bottle and drink a few swallows before continuing...}}

NATASHA: " The limo for the tour of the arena leaves in one hour. "

VLACHINKO: " Thank you my dear. "

" So you see Troy, even though you talk a good, LONG, game...in the end it really won't matter. For you see, in this sport, the bigger man does NOT always win. It takes so much more. You see, in THIS game, in the SPORT I CONTROL, it's the superior ATHLETE, the total package, the all around BEST...ME, the Russian Assassin...and there's not a damn thing you can do about it. "

" Sweet dreams my friend. See you soon. "

{{...FADE OUT as Vlachinko gets up and walks away...}}
 

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