Post by Tristan Kruise on Feb 9, 2018 5:00:04 GMT -5
The cameras open in Tristan’s Kruise’s home in Calgary Alberta Canada. We see Tristan walking around his basement that is littered with his trophies and title belt replicas from his past achievement. As Kruise stares at a few he smiles at the memories and the drops his head turning and looking at the cameras.
Tristan Kruise: Welcome to me humble home. As you all may know now, I have been added to the NGW roster and I must say, this is a leap for me. Its been a while since I have been in the ring and even longer since I have face anyone with any talent. It seems that I will not get my wish of facing off against someone with talent but hey at least I get a match, right?
Tristan looks at an old picture of himself holding up a championship and smiles.
Tristan Kruise: You see, I know that a lot of you fans are going to cheer on this Muppet on cocaine but I for one am not sold on him. First off, he seems to be stuck in a generation that was arguably the worst Generation of wrestling alive. Back in the 80’s all that wrestling shit was fake, now in the real world, there are risks, they are real pains and lets face it anyone trying to work that old ass shit is going to get their asses handed to them quicker then Rhianna when she back talked Chris Brown. Not that I condole that shit, just stating fact so don’t all you woman rights bitches come at me for that shit.
Tristan walks over to a desk that is sitting off to the right of the room and turns leaning against it on his hands.
Tristan Kruise: You see guys, I have to face off against this guy that thinks he’s some sort of super hero. I know I know I almost laughed my ass off as well but upon doing some research sure as shit this guys dresses like a Smurf that skull-fucked Captain America’s shield then took a menorah up the ass.
Tristan shakes his head and looks down at the floor for a moment.
Tristan Kruise: It’s guys like this Josh Goldstein that make wrestling funny to watch. We know all that you will never be more then some second rate, slack jaws, brown-noser that will occasionally get a break from tonguing the nut sacks of the real stars to have a match and maybe, just maybe get a push towards a title. Josh, you are a joke, your gimmick is a joke, the only reason that upper management keeps you around is for the sheer entertainment of watching you parade around like a moron.
Tristan rolls his eyes at the camera and kind of chuckles to himself.
Tristan Kruise: I know what you are thinking. “I won the Five Lakes championship, what have you won?” Well you are right about that, you have won the five lakes title, something I can not claim but having been in a few federations myself, I have seen this time and time again. The front office starts to lose sales, so they need a spark, they need something to bring people in and they need someone unpredictable. Suddenly you win a championship, the former champion gets a nice payday and the fans come back shocked that someone like you did the impossible. They string you along as a champion for a bit, keeping the fans hooked then boom send in Tillman to crush you dreams. Here’s the thing though, they keep you relevant, to keep those fans. They make it seem like one day you will get a shot at the big boy title when in reality, you are never getting a shot at the main championship, because lefts face it, who would want you as the face of their company.
Tristan smirks at the camera.
Tristan Kruise: I mean, you can’t even take yourself seriously, why would anyone else?
Tristan pushes off the desk and walks over to a picture hanging on the wall.
Tristan Kruise: This was me, the first time a won a championship. The company I worked for tried to do the same thing to me that the NGW is doing to you. They tried to make a mockery of me. Tried to make me do the little song and dance but I did not play ball. After a while they learned to accept the fact that I was not going away, they learned that I was not going to play by their rules, I was going to write my own fucking rule book and do what I wanted when I wanted, and they had to adapt to it not me. That’s how thing match is going to go bud. You may think that your Flashy eighties shit is going to work against me, you may think that you have a chance in this match, but the fact of the matter is, when you signed your name to this match you fate was sealed tighter then Oprah’s asshole.
Tristan leans against the wall and reflects for a few moments then looks back at the camera.
Tristan Kruise: You see Josh, you just don’t have what it takes man. You never have, and you never will. Call me cold hearted call me a prick, an asshole, all of which are probably true but in doing so you are just prolonging then inevitable end. I want you to take off the goofy costume, look at yourself in the mirror and really ask yourself if you want to go through with this match. Look at your ribs that are poking out of you muscle less midsection and ask yourself if you really want those to get broke. Broken ribs suck Josh, I have been there had them broken a couple of time. It hurts to move, hurts the breath, to get dressed. You don’t need like that kind of guy that is willing to go through that pain. That and The Jergen’s Lotion company might go out of business without you needing your supply. Look Josh, I don’t wanna hurt you, I hope you know that but when I step into the squared circle, all bets are off. You are in my way and I’ll be damned if I let some little shit stain on the mattress of the NGW ruin my chances at the global cup.
Tristan turns and starts up the stairs of his house but turn back and smiles at the camera.
Tristan Kruise: Don’t get me wrong Josh, I don’t want you to pull out of this match. I don’t want you to go and off yourself or anything. I will enjoy kicking the shit out of you. I’m just giving you some food for thought. You have faced people that don’t deserve to call themselves superstars, while you have had some people that can fall into the bottom of the scale of superstars you have never faced someone of my calibre. I am a fucking legend, beyond doubt, beyond reason, beyond fucking imaginations. All the blue onesies in the world isn’t gonna stop me from putting you ass on Kruise Kontrol.
As Tristan walks up the stairs he finishes off by saying.
Tristan Kruise: Get some rest bud, you’re gonna need it.
The cameras pan the room quickly and fade out.
Tristan Kruise: Welcome to me humble home. As you all may know now, I have been added to the NGW roster and I must say, this is a leap for me. Its been a while since I have been in the ring and even longer since I have face anyone with any talent. It seems that I will not get my wish of facing off against someone with talent but hey at least I get a match, right?
Tristan looks at an old picture of himself holding up a championship and smiles.
Tristan Kruise: You see, I know that a lot of you fans are going to cheer on this Muppet on cocaine but I for one am not sold on him. First off, he seems to be stuck in a generation that was arguably the worst Generation of wrestling alive. Back in the 80’s all that wrestling shit was fake, now in the real world, there are risks, they are real pains and lets face it anyone trying to work that old ass shit is going to get their asses handed to them quicker then Rhianna when she back talked Chris Brown. Not that I condole that shit, just stating fact so don’t all you woman rights bitches come at me for that shit.
Tristan walks over to a desk that is sitting off to the right of the room and turns leaning against it on his hands.
Tristan Kruise: You see guys, I have to face off against this guy that thinks he’s some sort of super hero. I know I know I almost laughed my ass off as well but upon doing some research sure as shit this guys dresses like a Smurf that skull-fucked Captain America’s shield then took a menorah up the ass.
Tristan shakes his head and looks down at the floor for a moment.
Tristan Kruise: It’s guys like this Josh Goldstein that make wrestling funny to watch. We know all that you will never be more then some second rate, slack jaws, brown-noser that will occasionally get a break from tonguing the nut sacks of the real stars to have a match and maybe, just maybe get a push towards a title. Josh, you are a joke, your gimmick is a joke, the only reason that upper management keeps you around is for the sheer entertainment of watching you parade around like a moron.
Tristan rolls his eyes at the camera and kind of chuckles to himself.
Tristan Kruise: I know what you are thinking. “I won the Five Lakes championship, what have you won?” Well you are right about that, you have won the five lakes title, something I can not claim but having been in a few federations myself, I have seen this time and time again. The front office starts to lose sales, so they need a spark, they need something to bring people in and they need someone unpredictable. Suddenly you win a championship, the former champion gets a nice payday and the fans come back shocked that someone like you did the impossible. They string you along as a champion for a bit, keeping the fans hooked then boom send in Tillman to crush you dreams. Here’s the thing though, they keep you relevant, to keep those fans. They make it seem like one day you will get a shot at the big boy title when in reality, you are never getting a shot at the main championship, because lefts face it, who would want you as the face of their company.
Tristan smirks at the camera.
Tristan Kruise: I mean, you can’t even take yourself seriously, why would anyone else?
Tristan pushes off the desk and walks over to a picture hanging on the wall.
Tristan Kruise: This was me, the first time a won a championship. The company I worked for tried to do the same thing to me that the NGW is doing to you. They tried to make a mockery of me. Tried to make me do the little song and dance but I did not play ball. After a while they learned to accept the fact that I was not going away, they learned that I was not going to play by their rules, I was going to write my own fucking rule book and do what I wanted when I wanted, and they had to adapt to it not me. That’s how thing match is going to go bud. You may think that your Flashy eighties shit is going to work against me, you may think that you have a chance in this match, but the fact of the matter is, when you signed your name to this match you fate was sealed tighter then Oprah’s asshole.
Tristan leans against the wall and reflects for a few moments then looks back at the camera.
Tristan Kruise: You see Josh, you just don’t have what it takes man. You never have, and you never will. Call me cold hearted call me a prick, an asshole, all of which are probably true but in doing so you are just prolonging then inevitable end. I want you to take off the goofy costume, look at yourself in the mirror and really ask yourself if you want to go through with this match. Look at your ribs that are poking out of you muscle less midsection and ask yourself if you really want those to get broke. Broken ribs suck Josh, I have been there had them broken a couple of time. It hurts to move, hurts the breath, to get dressed. You don’t need like that kind of guy that is willing to go through that pain. That and The Jergen’s Lotion company might go out of business without you needing your supply. Look Josh, I don’t wanna hurt you, I hope you know that but when I step into the squared circle, all bets are off. You are in my way and I’ll be damned if I let some little shit stain on the mattress of the NGW ruin my chances at the global cup.
Tristan turns and starts up the stairs of his house but turn back and smiles at the camera.
Tristan Kruise: Don’t get me wrong Josh, I don’t want you to pull out of this match. I don’t want you to go and off yourself or anything. I will enjoy kicking the shit out of you. I’m just giving you some food for thought. You have faced people that don’t deserve to call themselves superstars, while you have had some people that can fall into the bottom of the scale of superstars you have never faced someone of my calibre. I am a fucking legend, beyond doubt, beyond reason, beyond fucking imaginations. All the blue onesies in the world isn’t gonna stop me from putting you ass on Kruise Kontrol.
As Tristan walks up the stairs he finishes off by saying.
Tristan Kruise: Get some rest bud, you’re gonna need it.
The cameras pan the room quickly and fade out.
