Post by Vladimir Strife on Apr 26, 2019 22:43:34 GMT -4
As Crystov sits around his office, pouring through the EVPW file on another former star, a creak breaks through the silence as his door opens. He quickly gets up to his feet as a scowl takes over his countenance, the source being shortly revealed as Vladimir Strife walks into view of the camera. Despite his reaction to seeing the GodKing, there's no sudden outbreak of violence, as the Czar of Scars instead sets a laptop onto Razetti's desk and clears his throat.
"Look.. We both know the score.. we both know what's what. You have two options, Crystov. You can either get into that ring with me on Sunday like you've planned and I promise you that I WILL beat the living shit out of you. I will do whatever it takes to absolutely break you, to humiliate you, and make you regret ever enacting this little plan of yours. Or.."
His face tells the tale of the anger every word is instilling in him, but Crystov waits for Vlad to finish the rest of what he's saying patiently. He raises his eyebrows as he looks at him to cue Strife to get on with his point.
"Or you can walk away from this a winner."
This invokes curiosity in the wirey Russian, who cocks his head aside and looks at the former CEO as if he has three heads.
"1.5 Million dollars, Crystov. I could try to legally fight what you've done, I could call you out in front of the world and try to press you to put ownership of this company on the line to face me and give you whatever conditions you want... but why don't we both make this easy on ourselves and get this over before you even have to risk anything. You get one and a half million dollars to walk away from this company that will never again bring anyone even a fraction of that.. I get back what I created and we're both winners. What do you say?"
The Reaper stares down at the laptop for a moment.
"All it takes is a few signatures, a few clicks of the mouse and the money will be in your account this evening."
"That easy?"
"Just like that."
Crystov makes his way around the desk and stares at the screen for a long time as Vlad keeps quiet, waiting for the word.
"Would you grab me a pen?"
"You're making the right choice, Crystov - I promise you."
"I know I am.."
Vladimir nods and steps around to the side of the desk he's far more familiar with. He opens a drawer and grabs out a black BIC pen, taking off the cap and turning to hand it to the Reaper. As he faces him, he's met with the closed laptop careening down onto his skull with a massive thwack that sends the screen half of the computer flying across the room. Vlad's knee buckles and he goes down onto one as Razetti discards the rest of the electronic and takes the GodKing by the hair, pulling him back before slamming his face hard against the oak desk. He repeats this a few times and then relents, watching Strife slink down to the floor with a cloudy look in his eyes.
"You listen to me, Vlad... I didn't come here for money.. I came here to make your life a living hell, the way that you made mine! Ever since I challenged you, all anyone has to say is that I'm in over my head; I can't beat Vladimir Strife; I've got no prayer of a chance; I'm a phony and a coward - well, guess what! I'M NOT RUNNING, VLAD!"
He emphasizes his rage with a hard boot to the gut of the Barbarian Lord.
"You and Pyro and Rhaps and the whole fucking world can doubt me all that please, but none of it is going to change the fact that you will face me in that ring, Vladimir and I'm going to be coming for blood. And this company, Vladimir - EVPW... it's mine now and NOTHING is going to change that."
Reinvigorated by this, Vladimir grabs onto the side of the desk and forces himself up to his feet before launching himself at Crystov, who sidesteps him and watches as the Behemoth goes crashing through the glass door to the office and spilling out into the hallway. His glee at the sight can't be contained and stretches his lips wide across his mouth in a devious smirk. He slowly follows after the Czar of Scars, who is crawling around on the hallway floor.
"Such a shame.. You know, despite yours and all these other people's croning on about what fool's errand it is to challenge the almighty GodKing, I'm starting to feel better about my chances already. I got Pyro to join me just by promising him that he could tear you apart, but maybe it's you who could really use an ally."
The Reaper kicks at the back of Vlad's head insultingly as he continues to berate the crawling Behemoth, blood dripping off of him from a few minor lacerations from the glass window.
"You're so eager to get your precious company back, but tell me, Vlad... if this place means so much to you, why do you mean so little to it? You were a co-owner for YEARS, you helped found this place.. but the only support to be seen from all of these men who worked for you and with you so far is a talking point from a guy so deranged that he took to mutilating himself while he sung whatever mild praises he had for you! Is that really the depth of your influence after everything? You always fancied yourself as something special.. thought you made this place sooo special and that that's why everyone came to EVPW.. but you did nothing but drag this place down, Vladimir. There's not a soul out there that would save your miserable hide if I drug you into that ring before the entire world for a public execution.."
As if right on cue, someone clears their throat down the hall and Razetti and the camera turn to reveal the 5'11" Insane Angel from Toronto, Ontario who fought alongside the GodKing in the Coven and the Kingdom. Vladimir manages to get up onto a single knee and raise his head enough to take int he sight as Crystov's eyes grow wide and he stumbles back a step. A smirk comes to the edge of Alex Stall's lips and he steps forward, a steel chair dangling from his right hand. He raises it up with a spring in his step and comes sprinting down the length of the corridor. Knowing that he can't get away in time, Crystov throws his arms up in front of himself as Stall clears the distance and lashes out with wrestling's most classic weapon. The impact rings out deafeningly through the hall and the Reaper staggers back into the wall, shock plastered across his features as he watches the GodKing crumble into a heap before him.
Alex steps around to the side of the Behemoth and uses his boot to roll him over onto his side, circling back around to look down at the glassy eyes of his former partner.
"I want to make this clear, Vlad... this isn't payback for when you attacked me in my home. No, no, no. This is righting a wrong that should have been done a LONG time ago. This is for wasting the potential and the talent of myself and dozens of stars who you sold on a dream you couldn't sustain.. For stirring the pot and dragging us all here with you - just to leave us all in the wind when you got tired of using us as fodder for the ultraviolent style you pressed upon this place. This is for every man and woman who had their careers shortened or ended just because even winning night in and night out wasn't enough to feed your precious fucking ego. THIS, Vlad, THIS - is for the benefit of the entire... wrestling... industry."
Another thunderous crash leaves all three with a ringing in their ears as the Insane Angel raises the chair high over his head once more and brings it down with his full strength, sandwiching the skull of the GodKing between steel and concrete. The Barbarian Lord looks lifeless in the wake of the blast and Alex raises the chair to waist height, looking at the malformation of the frame before tossing it aside with a clatter. Crystov, still a bit shocked, now allows his smile to come back as he nods his head in gratefulness to the Forsaken Angel. A few crew workers from the building have been brought out by the ruckus and move in towards Vladimir, checking on him as the Reaper and the Insane Angel walk away from the carnage at last.
"Look.. We both know the score.. we both know what's what. You have two options, Crystov. You can either get into that ring with me on Sunday like you've planned and I promise you that I WILL beat the living shit out of you. I will do whatever it takes to absolutely break you, to humiliate you, and make you regret ever enacting this little plan of yours. Or.."
His face tells the tale of the anger every word is instilling in him, but Crystov waits for Vlad to finish the rest of what he's saying patiently. He raises his eyebrows as he looks at him to cue Strife to get on with his point.
"Or you can walk away from this a winner."
This invokes curiosity in the wirey Russian, who cocks his head aside and looks at the former CEO as if he has three heads.
"1.5 Million dollars, Crystov. I could try to legally fight what you've done, I could call you out in front of the world and try to press you to put ownership of this company on the line to face me and give you whatever conditions you want... but why don't we both make this easy on ourselves and get this over before you even have to risk anything. You get one and a half million dollars to walk away from this company that will never again bring anyone even a fraction of that.. I get back what I created and we're both winners. What do you say?"
The Reaper stares down at the laptop for a moment.
"All it takes is a few signatures, a few clicks of the mouse and the money will be in your account this evening."
"That easy?"
"Just like that."
Crystov makes his way around the desk and stares at the screen for a long time as Vlad keeps quiet, waiting for the word.
"Would you grab me a pen?"
"You're making the right choice, Crystov - I promise you."
"I know I am.."
Vladimir nods and steps around to the side of the desk he's far more familiar with. He opens a drawer and grabs out a black BIC pen, taking off the cap and turning to hand it to the Reaper. As he faces him, he's met with the closed laptop careening down onto his skull with a massive thwack that sends the screen half of the computer flying across the room. Vlad's knee buckles and he goes down onto one as Razetti discards the rest of the electronic and takes the GodKing by the hair, pulling him back before slamming his face hard against the oak desk. He repeats this a few times and then relents, watching Strife slink down to the floor with a cloudy look in his eyes.
"You listen to me, Vlad... I didn't come here for money.. I came here to make your life a living hell, the way that you made mine! Ever since I challenged you, all anyone has to say is that I'm in over my head; I can't beat Vladimir Strife; I've got no prayer of a chance; I'm a phony and a coward - well, guess what! I'M NOT RUNNING, VLAD!"
He emphasizes his rage with a hard boot to the gut of the Barbarian Lord.
"You and Pyro and Rhaps and the whole fucking world can doubt me all that please, but none of it is going to change the fact that you will face me in that ring, Vladimir and I'm going to be coming for blood. And this company, Vladimir - EVPW... it's mine now and NOTHING is going to change that."
Reinvigorated by this, Vladimir grabs onto the side of the desk and forces himself up to his feet before launching himself at Crystov, who sidesteps him and watches as the Behemoth goes crashing through the glass door to the office and spilling out into the hallway. His glee at the sight can't be contained and stretches his lips wide across his mouth in a devious smirk. He slowly follows after the Czar of Scars, who is crawling around on the hallway floor.
"Such a shame.. You know, despite yours and all these other people's croning on about what fool's errand it is to challenge the almighty GodKing, I'm starting to feel better about my chances already. I got Pyro to join me just by promising him that he could tear you apart, but maybe it's you who could really use an ally."
The Reaper kicks at the back of Vlad's head insultingly as he continues to berate the crawling Behemoth, blood dripping off of him from a few minor lacerations from the glass window.
"You're so eager to get your precious company back, but tell me, Vlad... if this place means so much to you, why do you mean so little to it? You were a co-owner for YEARS, you helped found this place.. but the only support to be seen from all of these men who worked for you and with you so far is a talking point from a guy so deranged that he took to mutilating himself while he sung whatever mild praises he had for you! Is that really the depth of your influence after everything? You always fancied yourself as something special.. thought you made this place sooo special and that that's why everyone came to EVPW.. but you did nothing but drag this place down, Vladimir. There's not a soul out there that would save your miserable hide if I drug you into that ring before the entire world for a public execution.."
As if right on cue, someone clears their throat down the hall and Razetti and the camera turn to reveal the 5'11" Insane Angel from Toronto, Ontario who fought alongside the GodKing in the Coven and the Kingdom. Vladimir manages to get up onto a single knee and raise his head enough to take int he sight as Crystov's eyes grow wide and he stumbles back a step. A smirk comes to the edge of Alex Stall's lips and he steps forward, a steel chair dangling from his right hand. He raises it up with a spring in his step and comes sprinting down the length of the corridor. Knowing that he can't get away in time, Crystov throws his arms up in front of himself as Stall clears the distance and lashes out with wrestling's most classic weapon. The impact rings out deafeningly through the hall and the Reaper staggers back into the wall, shock plastered across his features as he watches the GodKing crumble into a heap before him.
Alex steps around to the side of the Behemoth and uses his boot to roll him over onto his side, circling back around to look down at the glassy eyes of his former partner.
"I want to make this clear, Vlad... this isn't payback for when you attacked me in my home. No, no, no. This is righting a wrong that should have been done a LONG time ago. This is for wasting the potential and the talent of myself and dozens of stars who you sold on a dream you couldn't sustain.. For stirring the pot and dragging us all here with you - just to leave us all in the wind when you got tired of using us as fodder for the ultraviolent style you pressed upon this place. This is for every man and woman who had their careers shortened or ended just because even winning night in and night out wasn't enough to feed your precious fucking ego. THIS, Vlad, THIS - is for the benefit of the entire... wrestling... industry."
Another thunderous crash leaves all three with a ringing in their ears as the Insane Angel raises the chair high over his head once more and brings it down with his full strength, sandwiching the skull of the GodKing between steel and concrete. The Barbarian Lord looks lifeless in the wake of the blast and Alex raises the chair to waist height, looking at the malformation of the frame before tossing it aside with a clatter. Crystov, still a bit shocked, now allows his smile to come back as he nods his head in gratefulness to the Forsaken Angel. A few crew workers from the building have been brought out by the ruckus and move in towards Vladimir, checking on him as the Reaper and the Insane Angel walk away from the carnage at last.
