Martin Karloff- Click

A clean-shaven Martin Karloff is looking like a GQ model in his Armani suit. The bed is made but the scent of lovemaking is still present in the air though Xaria is off doing some shopping. They are in their hotel room in Rome. Martin’s ring gear is laid out on the bed in a highly organized fashion.
“How did it feel, Mason?” Martin asks, no emotion in his voice. He takes a small sip from a glass of water.

“To have to help clean my paint off of Maria? To console her? To know that I put my hands on her? To know that your status is the only thing propping up the career of this silly little girl who prays every night that wrestling talent can be sexually transmitted?” Martin says before finishing his water. He neatly sets the glass aside on a coaster and puts a small napkin on top of it that covers the rim.

“The fact that the young lady saw fit to attack my sanity and question whether or not Xaria and I were fit to raise our children shows me a deeply cruel and vindictive young woman with an incredible lack of tact, awareness, and scruples. I will pull no punches when I speak of your mate, Mason. The moment she brought my children into this she surrendered any modicum of respect I may have had for her. I may not be very pretty to look at but I have feelings.” Martin says. He turns his back to the camera for a moment to look at the city.

“I know very little of professional sports outside of the wrestling industry, Mason. I asked Father Daniel what you may have meant by your, to my ears, pointless rambling and he observed your decision to compare yourself to a group of individuals known as ‘The Patriots’ was essentially an admission that you intended to cheat in our upcoming match. I am not surprised by this admission. Admittedly I find the concept of Patriotism to be overall useless and serves only as a means to divide people. It’s a round world after all. I would much rather be compared to a bird of prey. Dangerous and cunning…with talons to rip and tear my target..” Martin says, looking at his hands.

“So you found a gladiator costume in size Neanderthal. Well done. You have compared yourself to a caste of slaves that were shunned by their society and treated as garbage. You romanticize yourself as someone who would be fed to wild animals in the event that an Emperor was bored. There will be no Emperor to give you a thumbs down after this is over and once I have beaten you, you will be forced to live with your defeat. Do not fret. I know you have experience in other lines of work. I am certain Ronald North knows someone who can help you keep food on the table. So to recap… you dressed up like a Gladiator and compared us to Gladiators until in the moment you realized that was a stupid comparison at which point you clumsily shoehorned our bout being more like the Super Bowl despite the fact you were still dressed like a Gladiator providing us with a clear visual aid of the fact that you had not thought anything you said through beforehand.” Martin says, the slightest hint of a smirk crossing his face.

“You seem to think I do not realize my previous tenure as New Gen champion was one of folly when it is in fact one of the reasons I sought to reinvent myself and make myself better. It’s funny, as I have stated so multiple times in the past. Tell me Mason, has sinew blocked your ears or are you simply willfully ignorant? You pride yourself on being something of a ‘wall’ but it is beginning to feel like I am talking to one. Too busy moaning like a petulant child about having to earn another shot at a title they lost to listen, I suppose. I for one agree with the decision management has made. You SHOULD have to earn a shot at a title after you lose it. The opposite of that would be rewarding failure. This concept is fragrantly in defiance of how this industry and SOCIETY should function. You don’t promote individuals who have proven to be bad at their job in hopes that doing so will magically make them good at it again, especially when there are others at this job blatantly doing leagues better than they are. Take me, for example. You attempted to spin my recent success into a negative but my recent dominance speaks for itself. Surely I will go on to win the Spotlight Title. So sorry if that doesn’t fit in with your backwards contrarian concept of how things are supposed to work.” Martin says with a roll of his eyes.

“I am going to go beat you, Mason. I am no Gladiator though…I am here of my own accord to prove myself as the best. Leather and Gold are just things, my dear boy….no no I am after what that Leather and Gold MEANS. It’ll mean that I am better than you.” Martin says with a small smirk.

“This is my sermon.” Martin adds before he turns to look out the window once more before the scene fades to black.