Post by JMav/JGold/RNorth/MKarloff on Apr 21, 2018 19:19:40 GMT -5
MARTIN KARLOFF
Polishers
Polishers
Martin Karloff’s eye twitches ever so slightly. Migraines had become a common occurrence in his life ever since that match and as he sat there he felt another beginning to build.
‘Good.’ He thought.
“Let’s use it.’
Martin is sitting comfortably in the home he shares in Manhattan with his wife and children. They had spent much of their time in their home in France during the European trip so Martin’s office looks like it could use a bit of dusting but is otherwise immaculate and tidy which makes sense given what the viewers have come to understand about Martin. He values order above all things. Taming the chaos that surrounds him. Making sense of it so it registers with his view of the world.
“I don’t really know what to say. Rather, I don’t know what this company will allow me to say. They’re so terrified of the truth and of my success that as I emerged as a clear contender for the title they continued to book Daisy against the likes of John Blade, Alicia Hixx, and Ronnie North because she is receiving special treatment from management. When the time came that management could no longer deny that I was the rightful challenger for the Title, they placed me in the ring with Daisy and a biased referee who controlled the outcome of the match. My manager Daniel Fitzsimmons is currently looking into the logistics of pursuing legal action against Devlin Scott and Amber Richards. It is my opinion that Daisy Rose should be stripped of her title and that her father should have been more thorough.” Martin says.
“Do I want a rematch with her? No. Why would I? Why would I ever dream of stepping into the ring with Daisy Rose again while the Corporate Machine has decided they want her as their champion and will do whatever underhanded things they can to keep that title on her? History will declare me the winner of this small feud. Her failure as a champion is nearly complete, now that she has shown herself to be the weak link that allowed Joshua Goldstein to get the better of our team at Lest We Forget. Maybe her idiot husband has 25 or so words of irrelevant nonsense to say on the matter but I no longer care. Daisy Rose is a garbage wrestler, a garbage human, and no amount of corporate interference will change the opinion of those with any degree of perception that no matter how much you polish a turd, it is still a turd. Devlin Scott and Amber Richards are professional turd polishers. I am done with Daisy Rose. Hopefully forever. Moving on.” Martin says, making a ‘moving on’ gesture to accentuate his point.
“I am scheduled to face someone who has similar issues with the overtly biased management. It is entirely unjust that the Destroyers were stripped of their tag titles and that an overrated buffoon currently holds the NGW Heavyweight Champion. Johnathan. Devlin and Amber’s most prized turd. The turd that tells all the other turds in the audience that they can rise above being a turd and succeed as well. He is lying to you all. You all are going to remain irrelevant and awful your whole lives and Johnathan will just smile and tell you all it will get better because secretly he gets off on knowing he's the shiniest turd. It will only get better if you kiss the correct amount of ass and his lips are firmly attached to the backside of Amber Richards. I will fight you, Matt. I will do my best to win but rest assured the two of us are very much of the same mind right now. This company is going to hell because of a Management team that can’t see beyond their own ego and frankly soon I will be content to just watch it happen. They have shown nothing to me that indicates they are worthy of my effort to save them from themselves.” Martin says, his eye twitches again. Fire in his skull.
‘This is fine’.
“I hope none of you are expecting me to show up in body paint because frankly? I can’t be bothered. Upon seeing the injustice that has been perpetrated upon me, Daniel is fielding offers from several other wrestling companies who realize what I have to offer them. I’ve given some thought to leaving this place but no. No, I will NOT allow Devlin and Amber to beat me. This is injustice and I will not stand for it. People like Matthew, Kayla, Tillman, and I will succeed not because of them as bottom feeders like Jazmyn Rain, Johnny Maverick, and Daisy Rose have. We will succeed despite them. IN spite of them. My next step is asking a few simple questions of the referee that called my match with Daisy and getting him to admit that they were biased. Once I go public with that information the hands of management will be forced. They will be forced to admit their wrongdoings and perhaps then? They will realize the error of their ways. I doubt it… idiocy like that has a stubborn quality I can never seem to wrap my head around. It doesn’t fit with reality but that doesn’t stop them. They all embrace the Chaos when there could be order. None of them REALIZE what I’m trying to do for them and it breaks my heart. It really does. You flail helplessly in mediocrity as I freely swim toward a beautiful island of Order where skill is rewarded and those of us on the Island will be out of pity by then and realize it is best to let you all drown. Hold your breath for as long as you wish. Delay the inevitable. You can’t hold me down forever. I will see you in the ring, Matthew. I will do everything in my power to best you but beyond that I wish you the best of luck, I truly do. We are both victims of this system which seeks to ‘even the odds’ so all of the slow children have a chance to graduate along with us…that is not how it is supposed to work. This business should be about natural selection. The Predators catch the Prey and those who refuse to wear wool and pretend they aren’t the wolves they are to blend in with all the other sheep are punished… I will fix this. Order will be restored. This is not my Sermon. This is a promise.” Martin says, staring into the camera. His eye twitches once more.
“Plot and Scheme. Rip and Tear. In the end none of you will know which side of me is more dangerous. THAT is my Sermon. Bonne nuit, moutons. Il y a moins de matins que vous ne le savez. Dormez bien." Martin says without emotion as we fade away.