Post by Tristan Kruise on Feb 28, 2018 2:14:37 GMT -5
The camera open up with Tristan Kruise sitting on the edge of an octagon cage watching a few of his students training. He glances at the camera and smirks then back at the boys.
Tristan Kruise: Tommy, pull you back leg down… no your other leg… Wait.
Tristan Jumps down off the cage and walks up to the boys. He adjusts one kids leg and his opponent suddenly taps out in pain.
Tristan Kruise: Like that.
Tommy: Thanks coach.
Tristan nods and turns walking out of the ring.
Tristan Kruise: Keep working on it. John if he fucks up make him release he fucked up. Get the head gear on and spar it out. 5 rounds five minutes a piece.
John: Yes Sir.
Tristan tosses the timer to one of the girls punching the punching bag.
Tam: You want me to clock them?
Tristan Kruise: Yeah, I got an interview to do. Did you see that twat waffle’s little promo he shot?
Tam: Yeah, what a tool.
Tristan smiles and nods her towards the ring. She nods and hustles over as Tristan continues through his gym. He walks into an office and the cameras follow him inside. He offers the camera man a water and the camera shakes no. Tristan smirks and reaches further into the mini fridge and pulls out a beer. He holds it out and he camera man takes it. Tristan chuckles and grabs one for himself and flops on the brown leather couch in his office.
Tristan Kruise: Well well, the Hero of the NGW is here to save the day, and must I say he looked fabulous doing it. I mean those flowing blonde locks, making Britney spears jealous, those piercing eye that can cut right through a piece of construction paper and that chiselled jaw line that would make any plastic surgeon proud. I really got under your skin didn’t I kid? Tristan smiles and takes a swig of his beer.
Tristan Kruise: First and foremost, before speaking next time you should really take the NGW and Devlin Scott’s ball out of your mouth. You babbled on and on about how they made you what you are and blah blah blah. It is painfully annoying that you where trying your poor little heart out to fully tell Devlin Scott that you no longer what to be his whipping boy and would much rather hold his nuts and wipe his ass when he is taking a shit. Never have I meet someone so damn proud of the fact that he works for a company that he is offended one someone make a slight joke at it. Sure, I could understand if I was just some prick on Twitter saying something you could get bent out of shape but damn kid your really got bent out of shape with everything I have had to say. Tristan takes another swig and sighs.
Tristan Kruise: Ok, lets play your game. You told me to do some research, so I did. You claim to be a third-generation superstar, while I think superstar is to big of a title I will give it to YOU. However, you may be a superstar, but your grand daddy was nothing for then a boot licker that never even made it out of amateur, so there is no earthly way that he could be called a superstar. As for your old man, he made a living riding the coat tails of real wrestlers in the USA and then when he was put up to a challenge he bailed out and went to Mexico. He claimed to be some big shit down there, but no one had ever heard of him. I googled his name, called some of my contacts in Mexico and guess what, none of them had heard of him. You father was a nobody, nothing. You are arguable the only one that is remotely successful in your entire family, so before you go tossing around the title of third generation superstar, do your own damn research. Face it kid, you are the only one in your family that can make an impact in wrestling and well the way you have been tongue the ball of Devlin Scott, must be a family trait, your daddy teach you that or was it your grand dad? Tristan takes another swig of his drink and gets comfortable.
Tristan Kruise: You sure got butt hurt over the whole global cup? Maybe its because you weren’t invited? Oh right, you stepped out of the tournament because you wanted to face off against your friend, right? But it’s such an honour to be in the tournament, wouldn’t you be dishonouring the tournament by stepping out of it. Lets me spell it out and we will see who’s calling the kettle black here. I went out, competed in the stupid thing, and got caught. I lost, I took to twitter and said I thought it was a joke. Thought the whole tournament was a joke because let’s face it, its kind of is. A bunch of guys who really don’t have a chance of being anything more than a paper championing beating up a bunch of loser just like them trying to go on to get a shot at a championship that, lets face it they never truly earned. Anyway, the fact of the matter is I went out and competed in the tournament, showed the tournament respect by stepping into the ring and competing. You on the other hand disrespected the tournament, basically saying that you where to good for it and that your friend meant more than the tournament in your mind. Yes, I said and meant the things I said, but at least I went out and competed in the stupid thing, you took your ball and went home. SO who really disrespected the tournament? Was it the guy who said some things about it and its quality, yet still competed or the bitch that bowed out, then claimed that his tournament was the best thing since sliced bread? Tristan finishes off his beer and cracks his neck.
Tristan Kruise: I know your probably watching this, curled under your blanket holding onto your wife tight begging and pleading with her to call in to the NGW and get the match changed. She’s probably sitting there, listening to me smiling inside knowing everything I’m saying is true and knowing that at least tonight when she sleeps with you she will have a good image in her head of a real man. You’re welcome man, its probably the best sex you will ever have, she’s gonna dig her nails into your back and bite her lip till it bleeds doing anything in the sixty seconds she can to not scream out my name. It’s ok man, just shut up and enjoy it, don’t think about it and enjoy it cause thinking of me while fucking you is the closest your wife will ever get to having a real man. Tristan smiles and spins the bottle on his hand.
Tristan Kruise: I’m not saying your inadequate, I’m just saying you look like you should be staring in a high school drama TV series about teen love and basketball or something. Now I understand how one may think that I said what I said because I lost, and I understand that some may think I’m just bitter but the fact is I honestly believe what I said. Win or lose I would have said something similar. I honestly don’t need to do this shit man, that’s the difference between me and all those carbon copies you talk about. I have an established franchise of MMA gyms stretching from Calgary to Toronto. I was smart with my money I retired and can live off the interest of what I made in my past federations. I honestly don’t need Wrestling, its Wrestling that needs me. The NGW needs me, you dumb fuck. Look what I did to you? I lit the spark, I pissed you off. You’re fuming and passionate about something for once. The NGW was losing its spark, Devlin Scott is a brilliant man and he asked Alicia Perry to find someone that would shake shit it. That would make people want to fight, make the boys in the back hate but also put asses in seats. I am that guy. Like I said, it works for me. I don’t need to be liked, I don’t need to be the poster boy. All I need is a fight in front of me, a mic and the chance to piss someone off and I’ve done my job. I’ve been doing this for years bud. Tristan gets up and tosses the beer bottle into the recycling and then grabs out a bottle of water.
Tristan Kruise: You see kid, I’m in your fucking head. You where easy. I think that JewBlazer guy is honestly just mentally challenged. So much so he through me off my game, I made a rookie mistake and underestimated him and let him get into my head. I guess that’s how he is successful, his idiocy gets people off their game. I posted three tweets and am in your head more then anyone ever has been and the best part about it is I didn’t even try. You got butt hurt over a few words and are some passionate about kicking my ass that you will make a mistake, with a veteran like me you can’t make mistakes bud, but you will and when you do Avery, you will pay for it. I’m not going to sit here and say I’m going to decimate you because obviously you do have a tad bit of talent but all I’m going to do is wait for you to fuck up. When you do, and we both know you will, I will take advantage and suddenly you’re waking up asking what happened. Tristan turn and looks out the window in his office.
Tristan Kruise: I’m gonna finish this off here because honestly I’m sick of talking about you and I’m gonna get back to training, something you should probably do. For the record I am not half-assing it here, I’m here, I’m fighting, and I did choose to sign with the NGW. I don’t care about glory, I don’t care about belts, I care about the fans that come in and pay our cheques. I care about putting on a good show and I care about kicking some major ass, or in your case minor ass. You have no Idea who I am kid, which is ok, because you will find out in France. The city of love, will be pained it red when I split your ass open and put you on Kruise Kontrol. Tristan stands up and shakes hands with the camera man the walks out of his office as the cameras fade out.
Tristan Kruise: Tommy, pull you back leg down… no your other leg… Wait.
Tristan Jumps down off the cage and walks up to the boys. He adjusts one kids leg and his opponent suddenly taps out in pain.
Tristan Kruise: Like that.
Tommy: Thanks coach.
Tristan nods and turns walking out of the ring.
Tristan Kruise: Keep working on it. John if he fucks up make him release he fucked up. Get the head gear on and spar it out. 5 rounds five minutes a piece.
John: Yes Sir.
Tristan tosses the timer to one of the girls punching the punching bag.
Tam: You want me to clock them?
Tristan Kruise: Yeah, I got an interview to do. Did you see that twat waffle’s little promo he shot?
Tam: Yeah, what a tool.
Tristan smiles and nods her towards the ring. She nods and hustles over as Tristan continues through his gym. He walks into an office and the cameras follow him inside. He offers the camera man a water and the camera shakes no. Tristan smirks and reaches further into the mini fridge and pulls out a beer. He holds it out and he camera man takes it. Tristan chuckles and grabs one for himself and flops on the brown leather couch in his office.
Tristan Kruise: Well well, the Hero of the NGW is here to save the day, and must I say he looked fabulous doing it. I mean those flowing blonde locks, making Britney spears jealous, those piercing eye that can cut right through a piece of construction paper and that chiselled jaw line that would make any plastic surgeon proud. I really got under your skin didn’t I kid? Tristan smiles and takes a swig of his beer.
Tristan Kruise: First and foremost, before speaking next time you should really take the NGW and Devlin Scott’s ball out of your mouth. You babbled on and on about how they made you what you are and blah blah blah. It is painfully annoying that you where trying your poor little heart out to fully tell Devlin Scott that you no longer what to be his whipping boy and would much rather hold his nuts and wipe his ass when he is taking a shit. Never have I meet someone so damn proud of the fact that he works for a company that he is offended one someone make a slight joke at it. Sure, I could understand if I was just some prick on Twitter saying something you could get bent out of shape but damn kid your really got bent out of shape with everything I have had to say. Tristan takes another swig and sighs.
Tristan Kruise: Ok, lets play your game. You told me to do some research, so I did. You claim to be a third-generation superstar, while I think superstar is to big of a title I will give it to YOU. However, you may be a superstar, but your grand daddy was nothing for then a boot licker that never even made it out of amateur, so there is no earthly way that he could be called a superstar. As for your old man, he made a living riding the coat tails of real wrestlers in the USA and then when he was put up to a challenge he bailed out and went to Mexico. He claimed to be some big shit down there, but no one had ever heard of him. I googled his name, called some of my contacts in Mexico and guess what, none of them had heard of him. You father was a nobody, nothing. You are arguable the only one that is remotely successful in your entire family, so before you go tossing around the title of third generation superstar, do your own damn research. Face it kid, you are the only one in your family that can make an impact in wrestling and well the way you have been tongue the ball of Devlin Scott, must be a family trait, your daddy teach you that or was it your grand dad? Tristan takes another swig of his drink and gets comfortable.
Tristan Kruise: You sure got butt hurt over the whole global cup? Maybe its because you weren’t invited? Oh right, you stepped out of the tournament because you wanted to face off against your friend, right? But it’s such an honour to be in the tournament, wouldn’t you be dishonouring the tournament by stepping out of it. Lets me spell it out and we will see who’s calling the kettle black here. I went out, competed in the stupid thing, and got caught. I lost, I took to twitter and said I thought it was a joke. Thought the whole tournament was a joke because let’s face it, its kind of is. A bunch of guys who really don’t have a chance of being anything more than a paper championing beating up a bunch of loser just like them trying to go on to get a shot at a championship that, lets face it they never truly earned. Anyway, the fact of the matter is I went out and competed in the tournament, showed the tournament respect by stepping into the ring and competing. You on the other hand disrespected the tournament, basically saying that you where to good for it and that your friend meant more than the tournament in your mind. Yes, I said and meant the things I said, but at least I went out and competed in the stupid thing, you took your ball and went home. SO who really disrespected the tournament? Was it the guy who said some things about it and its quality, yet still competed or the bitch that bowed out, then claimed that his tournament was the best thing since sliced bread? Tristan finishes off his beer and cracks his neck.
Tristan Kruise: I know your probably watching this, curled under your blanket holding onto your wife tight begging and pleading with her to call in to the NGW and get the match changed. She’s probably sitting there, listening to me smiling inside knowing everything I’m saying is true and knowing that at least tonight when she sleeps with you she will have a good image in her head of a real man. You’re welcome man, its probably the best sex you will ever have, she’s gonna dig her nails into your back and bite her lip till it bleeds doing anything in the sixty seconds she can to not scream out my name. It’s ok man, just shut up and enjoy it, don’t think about it and enjoy it cause thinking of me while fucking you is the closest your wife will ever get to having a real man. Tristan smiles and spins the bottle on his hand.
Tristan Kruise: I’m not saying your inadequate, I’m just saying you look like you should be staring in a high school drama TV series about teen love and basketball or something. Now I understand how one may think that I said what I said because I lost, and I understand that some may think I’m just bitter but the fact is I honestly believe what I said. Win or lose I would have said something similar. I honestly don’t need to do this shit man, that’s the difference between me and all those carbon copies you talk about. I have an established franchise of MMA gyms stretching from Calgary to Toronto. I was smart with my money I retired and can live off the interest of what I made in my past federations. I honestly don’t need Wrestling, its Wrestling that needs me. The NGW needs me, you dumb fuck. Look what I did to you? I lit the spark, I pissed you off. You’re fuming and passionate about something for once. The NGW was losing its spark, Devlin Scott is a brilliant man and he asked Alicia Perry to find someone that would shake shit it. That would make people want to fight, make the boys in the back hate but also put asses in seats. I am that guy. Like I said, it works for me. I don’t need to be liked, I don’t need to be the poster boy. All I need is a fight in front of me, a mic and the chance to piss someone off and I’ve done my job. I’ve been doing this for years bud. Tristan gets up and tosses the beer bottle into the recycling and then grabs out a bottle of water.
Tristan Kruise: You see kid, I’m in your fucking head. You where easy. I think that JewBlazer guy is honestly just mentally challenged. So much so he through me off my game, I made a rookie mistake and underestimated him and let him get into my head. I guess that’s how he is successful, his idiocy gets people off their game. I posted three tweets and am in your head more then anyone ever has been and the best part about it is I didn’t even try. You got butt hurt over a few words and are some passionate about kicking my ass that you will make a mistake, with a veteran like me you can’t make mistakes bud, but you will and when you do Avery, you will pay for it. I’m not going to sit here and say I’m going to decimate you because obviously you do have a tad bit of talent but all I’m going to do is wait for you to fuck up. When you do, and we both know you will, I will take advantage and suddenly you’re waking up asking what happened. Tristan turn and looks out the window in his office.
Tristan Kruise: I’m gonna finish this off here because honestly I’m sick of talking about you and I’m gonna get back to training, something you should probably do. For the record I am not half-assing it here, I’m here, I’m fighting, and I did choose to sign with the NGW. I don’t care about glory, I don’t care about belts, I care about the fans that come in and pay our cheques. I care about putting on a good show and I care about kicking some major ass, or in your case minor ass. You have no Idea who I am kid, which is ok, because you will find out in France. The city of love, will be pained it red when I split your ass open and put you on Kruise Kontrol. Tristan stands up and shakes hands with the camera man the walks out of his office as the cameras fade out.
