NWL Combat: Krusher vs. Minion
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DavidMc
League Member
Sitting all alone thinking of you
(Screen fades as the camera goes down a desolate hallway. The hallway is a very familiar sight to all of Minion’s fan as anyone will know this is the hallway to Minions “suite” in Babylon. The camera comes to a door that is slight jarred and then pokes through and a very few short seconds enters into Minions “suite”. The room is very dimly lit by a couple of candles places sporadically around the place. The place is not very inviting as there is nothing covering the walls and in some spots there are holes that have been either made Minion punching them or by some other blunt object. The places where there are not holes on the wall are covered with old posters and news paper articles. There is only one room in this apartment but it is to dark for us to see it. There is a TV in the corner that is only projecting muted white noise. The weird illumination that comes from lights up that one part of the room and we can faintly make out a dark figure that is standing next to the TV set. The figure reaches down and pulls something out of his pocket and then we can hear a fight match striking sound and near the figures face is a bright illumination as Minion is revealed as he strikes up a match and then lights up a cigarette. We hear him take some puffs and then he speaks.)
Minion: Hope…yeah hope it’s a dangerous thing…as a child I was told I could be anything I wanted all I would have to do is hope and by that sheer fact alone I could be whatever I wanted. As I grew up people told me to stop hoping…**** they said stop being such a dreamer…do something with your life…where was this hope they promised me…where was this life that was supposed to come to me that would come to me if I just hoped…if I just dreamed…life is but a dream…but I never made it to the paradise part…somewhere along the lines…I fell off the track…things became so much more complicated and forced me to be harder…by me becoming harder I needed a release…first it was the bottle…but that didn’t work…then it came to the drugs…that didn’t work either…then it came to hurting people…yeah hurting people was the ticket to my salvation…it was all so simple…I joined a wrestling school…I was taught by the best…I was abused by the best…I was manipulated by the best…now I am what you see before you kiddies…and if you hope you can be just like me…**** why the hell would you ever want to be like me…I am just some insane…psycho…stalker…who gets his jollies by breaking bones, ripping flesh, and tasting blood…hell kiddies you know why you want to be like me….BECAUSE IT IS SO MUCH FUN.
(Minion takes a long drag off his cigarette and then speaks again)
Minion: So here I am in the NWL…why would I come here some of you may ask…some of you may also ask why don’t I just fade into obscurity with the rest of the wrestling legends…simple…so very simple…because one person is in the NWL that has my attention and that is Maelstrom…oh yes the great Maelstrom…he is in this tourney and I know if I win every match from here on out it will be me against him…I will finally get my redemption…my soul can finally rest…but before I do that I must get through some other people…that is fine…it is all good…because the first on my list is one name Krusher. This is the NWL way of putting the lamb into the slaughter house….Krusher you are a poor soul…I have no pity…why should I…none was ever given to me…as I was beaten up…as I lay bleeding almost to death was any pity every given to me…was there any mercy…NO…I have never given mercy…nor expected any in return…Krusher I pity you only because I am a anxious man…I am anxious to move on to better talent…I am anxious to move on to Maelstrom…I am anxious because I love to rip a part peoples lives…I love to end careers…I love to smash dreams…all my hopes all my dreams were smashed when I was child and no one cared…I don’t care if you are doing this for your family…I don’t care if you have a sick grandmother who gets your checks so they can keep her fat ill ass on a respirator…better go ahead and pull the plug because I am going to destroy your dreams…and more fun I am going to end your career before it even started in the NWL…I fell from grace so long ago Krusher…it is time for someone to come with me…hell I ain’t going alone and I need the company.
(Minion flicks his cig down and stomps on it. He reaches over to the television set and punches a button and it goes black at the same time the camera fades to black.)
(Screen fades as the camera goes down a desolate hallway. The hallway is a very familiar sight to all of Minion’s fan as anyone will know this is the hallway to Minions “suite” in Babylon. The camera comes to a door that is slight jarred and then pokes through and a very few short seconds enters into Minions “suite”. The room is very dimly lit by a couple of candles places sporadically around the place. The place is not very inviting as there is nothing covering the walls and in some spots there are holes that have been either made Minion punching them or by some other blunt object. The places where there are not holes on the wall are covered with old posters and news paper articles. There is only one room in this apartment but it is to dark for us to see it. There is a TV in the corner that is only projecting muted white noise. The weird illumination that comes from lights up that one part of the room and we can faintly make out a dark figure that is standing next to the TV set. The figure reaches down and pulls something out of his pocket and then we can hear a fight match striking sound and near the figures face is a bright illumination as Minion is revealed as he strikes up a match and then lights up a cigarette. We hear him take some puffs and then he speaks.)
Minion: Hope…yeah hope it’s a dangerous thing…as a child I was told I could be anything I wanted all I would have to do is hope and by that sheer fact alone I could be whatever I wanted. As I grew up people told me to stop hoping…**** they said stop being such a dreamer…do something with your life…where was this hope they promised me…where was this life that was supposed to come to me that would come to me if I just hoped…if I just dreamed…life is but a dream…but I never made it to the paradise part…somewhere along the lines…I fell off the track…things became so much more complicated and forced me to be harder…by me becoming harder I needed a release…first it was the bottle…but that didn’t work…then it came to the drugs…that didn’t work either…then it came to hurting people…yeah hurting people was the ticket to my salvation…it was all so simple…I joined a wrestling school…I was taught by the best…I was abused by the best…I was manipulated by the best…now I am what you see before you kiddies…and if you hope you can be just like me…**** why the hell would you ever want to be like me…I am just some insane…psycho…stalker…who gets his jollies by breaking bones, ripping flesh, and tasting blood…hell kiddies you know why you want to be like me….BECAUSE IT IS SO MUCH FUN.
(Minion takes a long drag off his cigarette and then speaks again)
Minion: So here I am in the NWL…why would I come here some of you may ask…some of you may also ask why don’t I just fade into obscurity with the rest of the wrestling legends…simple…so very simple…because one person is in the NWL that has my attention and that is Maelstrom…oh yes the great Maelstrom…he is in this tourney and I know if I win every match from here on out it will be me against him…I will finally get my redemption…my soul can finally rest…but before I do that I must get through some other people…that is fine…it is all good…because the first on my list is one name Krusher. This is the NWL way of putting the lamb into the slaughter house….Krusher you are a poor soul…I have no pity…why should I…none was ever given to me…as I was beaten up…as I lay bleeding almost to death was any pity every given to me…was there any mercy…NO…I have never given mercy…nor expected any in return…Krusher I pity you only because I am a anxious man…I am anxious to move on to better talent…I am anxious to move on to Maelstrom…I am anxious because I love to rip a part peoples lives…I love to end careers…I love to smash dreams…all my hopes all my dreams were smashed when I was child and no one cared…I don’t care if you are doing this for your family…I don’t care if you have a sick grandmother who gets your checks so they can keep her fat ill ass on a respirator…better go ahead and pull the plug because I am going to destroy your dreams…and more fun I am going to end your career before it even started in the NWL…I fell from grace so long ago Krusher…it is time for someone to come with me…hell I ain’t going alone and I need the company.
(Minion flicks his cig down and stomps on it. He reaches over to the television set and punches a button and it goes black at the same time the camera fades to black.)
M
Menace
Guest
Everyone has a dream...
"Wow, you should go on Dr. Phil..."
[Up]
[A bright light shines onto your screen, causing you to turn away at first.]
"Maybe you can sit on his lap and tell him all your problems..."
[That voice coming from the screen, draws your attention back towards it's origin. No longer is the screen bright and unbearable. You see the sun shining it's rays down upon the city, blanketing the city street that we have focused on with a heat that looks almost unbearable. Kids running around in shorts and t-shirts, spraying water on each other as they run around on this warm and sunny afternoon.]
"Tell him how no one loved you as a kid..."
[The camera slowly starts to pan towards the left, and we see a lone figure sitting on a park bench. The camera is drawn to him for some reason, and we slowly move closer.]
"Tell him how nothing good ever happened to you..."
[The figure is that of a large african american male, dressed in a throwback Wake Forest #21 Tim Duncan black and silver jersey, some denim jeans that look as if they are loose fitting from the way they hang on the side of him as he sits there on a park bench.]
"Tell him how none of your dreams ever came to be..."
[Right as we get up behind the man, he places a huge size fifteen sueded Timberland boot onto the bench he is sitting on, leaving his other foot on the ground as he relaces his boot.]
"Tell him all your problems, and pray that he gives you the right answers."
[He finishes lacing up the boot, and places his foot back on the ground. Turning towards the camera for the first time, and giving us our first glance at this hulking figure of a man.]
"Cause I don't have none for you."
[The stone like features on his face look as if they were chiseled by hand, his defined jaw line leads up to a set of sideburns formed into a straight line to run into his thin line goatee.]
"I don't have time to play Mr. know it all... I have me a tournament to win, and that starts by crushing your hopes and dreams of making it past this first round."
[His eyes like fine sapphires, glow a brilliant blue and leave you mesmerized as you gaze into them.]
"I'm sure you think otherwise, but hey...even you have to admit the odds are against you on this one. Everything you dream about, everything you have planned and have been hoping for, is to face Maelstrom in the tournament finals."
[It's at this moment that his lips start to form a slight hook on the ends... A smile if you can call it that.]
"Yet, you had just finished crying about how none of your dreams ever come true, how you never get anything you want."
[He slowly starts to shake his head.]
"Why should this time be any different? Why should everything you want simply be given to you?"
[He licks his lips to moisten them.]
"All of a sudden you think life has changed for the better for you, and because you're some psycho, stalker, something or other... Well, we're all going to lose."
[A smirk, one that just reeks of sarcasm.]
"Please... You need to get rid of all the melodramatic crap they taught you over there on Broadway. Come correct, or don't come at all."
[He stands up, rolling his shoulders to crack the bones in his neck.]
"Because I ain't no punk, and I don't play by no one else's rules. I don't have no one in the hospital, and I don't do this for no one else but myself. You want to move on in this tournament? You got plans to face Maelstrom..."
[That slight smirk that looks like a semi smile comes back.]
"Hell, everyone has a plan... Until it get's crushed!"
[With that the man walks away from the bench, never looking back and never saying another word.]
[Black]
"Wow, you should go on Dr. Phil..."
[Up]
[A bright light shines onto your screen, causing you to turn away at first.]
"Maybe you can sit on his lap and tell him all your problems..."
[That voice coming from the screen, draws your attention back towards it's origin. No longer is the screen bright and unbearable. You see the sun shining it's rays down upon the city, blanketing the city street that we have focused on with a heat that looks almost unbearable. Kids running around in shorts and t-shirts, spraying water on each other as they run around on this warm and sunny afternoon.]
"Tell him how no one loved you as a kid..."
[The camera slowly starts to pan towards the left, and we see a lone figure sitting on a park bench. The camera is drawn to him for some reason, and we slowly move closer.]
"Tell him how nothing good ever happened to you..."
[The figure is that of a large african american male, dressed in a throwback Wake Forest #21 Tim Duncan black and silver jersey, some denim jeans that look as if they are loose fitting from the way they hang on the side of him as he sits there on a park bench.]
"Tell him how none of your dreams ever came to be..."
[Right as we get up behind the man, he places a huge size fifteen sueded Timberland boot onto the bench he is sitting on, leaving his other foot on the ground as he relaces his boot.]
"Tell him all your problems, and pray that he gives you the right answers."
[He finishes lacing up the boot, and places his foot back on the ground. Turning towards the camera for the first time, and giving us our first glance at this hulking figure of a man.]
"Cause I don't have none for you."
[The stone like features on his face look as if they were chiseled by hand, his defined jaw line leads up to a set of sideburns formed into a straight line to run into his thin line goatee.]
"I don't have time to play Mr. know it all... I have me a tournament to win, and that starts by crushing your hopes and dreams of making it past this first round."
[His eyes like fine sapphires, glow a brilliant blue and leave you mesmerized as you gaze into them.]
"I'm sure you think otherwise, but hey...even you have to admit the odds are against you on this one. Everything you dream about, everything you have planned and have been hoping for, is to face Maelstrom in the tournament finals."
[It's at this moment that his lips start to form a slight hook on the ends... A smile if you can call it that.]
"Yet, you had just finished crying about how none of your dreams ever come true, how you never get anything you want."
[He slowly starts to shake his head.]
"Why should this time be any different? Why should everything you want simply be given to you?"
[He licks his lips to moisten them.]
"All of a sudden you think life has changed for the better for you, and because you're some psycho, stalker, something or other... Well, we're all going to lose."
[A smirk, one that just reeks of sarcasm.]
"Please... You need to get rid of all the melodramatic crap they taught you over there on Broadway. Come correct, or don't come at all."
[He stands up, rolling his shoulders to crack the bones in his neck.]
"Because I ain't no punk, and I don't play by no one else's rules. I don't have no one in the hospital, and I don't do this for no one else but myself. You want to move on in this tournament? You got plans to face Maelstrom..."
[That slight smirk that looks like a semi smile comes back.]
"Hell, everyone has a plan... Until it get's crushed!"
[With that the man walks away from the bench, never looking back and never saying another word.]
[Black]