Post by Wilhelm 'Flammenkrieg' Kaast on Oct 2, 2011 8:06:28 GMT -4
-Wilhelm’s New York apartment, 9:00AM, the day after CRASH! TV-
*Wilhelm is on the phone, pacing a little in his living room as the phone dials through. He rubs the stitches on the back of his head; it was still stinging after that cheap shot by Royal. A little bit of frustration etches on his face, and we hear that familiar beep that signifies the call going through to message bank*
Wilhelm: Guten Tag, Slick, its Wilhelm. Look, I want to put forward my gratitude to you after you came back to stop that unprovoked assault. If you ever need a favour, or someone to help tow the line in one of your matches, you know how to reach me.
*He hangs up as a loud knock emits from the door. Wilhelm puts the phone down as he reaches the door. He knows that JK is away for the PPV this week, so who it could be at the door befuddles him. That is until he hears that one racist remark...*
?: FUCK! The Yakuza tracked me down!
*Wilhelm laughs as he opens the door*
Wilhelm: That’s not a member of the Yakuza, Paul. That’s Jason Ling, a deli worker. He sells the best Bratwurst this side of Manhattan.
*The camera shows ‘The original Aboriginal’ Paul Cockatoo. He sheepishly offers an apology to the half Chinese deli worker, and quietly enters the apartment*
Wilhelm: To what do I have this unexpected pleasure?
*Paul looks around at the apartment, it is quite nice. For a small time federation, they definitely paid well. Paul looks back at Wilhelm*
Paul: Didn’t make the PPV card, and JK suggested I come hang out here for the week, apparently you know the ins and outs of NYC, he thought you could show me around.
Wilhelm: Sounds fair. Perhaps one of the things you’d want to do is check out the AWR’s first Pay Per View?
*Paul shrugs*
Paul: Yeah, sounds alright. But what can I do until then?
Wilhelm: There is a blues club here, B.B. King’s.....
*Before Wilhelm can finish his sentence, Paul holds his had up*
Paul: That’s pretty much the only place I’ve been to in New York, and I’m not really welcome there anymore.
*Wilhelm raises an eyebrow*
Wilhelm: Why is that?
Paul: Well, I may or may not have started an all in brawl when I was last there. Apparently they don’t like that kind of thing in New York City.....who knew?
Wilhelm: Yes, many supposedly tough groups of people actually look down on picking fights in public venues such as night clubs. What commenced the fight?
*Paul thinks long and hard*
Paul: I think it might have been when the bartender said that the Jets couldn’t hold a candle to the Giants. That guy was just asking for it.
*Wilhelm smirks, Paul doesn’t get the humour*
Paul: What’s so funny?
Wilhelm: Imagining an Australian picking a fight for someone making an NFL statement. If he had said that the NFL was better than the Rugby League, and said how the Giants could beat North Queensland, then I’d understand why you started the fight.
*Paul looks down in concentration*
Paul: Wait.....maybe it was that....
*Wilhelm laughs again*
Wilhelm: Jordan told me of how funny you were; I thought it was as phony as Royal’s supposed bravery until today.
Paul: Um....well.....thanks I guess?
*Wilhelm is still smirking*
Wilhelm: As you are banned from that club, I should take you to see something on Broadway, something that everyone who visits New York City should do.
*Paul shrugs*
Paul: Sounds cool, mate. But not Cats, I refuse to watch that crap.
*Again, Wilhelm laughs a little*
Wilhelm: I can understand that, my friend. Cats is quite a long and boring production to put on. How about Pricilla, Queen of the Desert? A lot of Australians love that show from what I hear.
*Paul shakes his head*
Paul: Saw the movie.
Wilhelm: The Spiderman musical?
*Paul stares at him blankly*
Paul: I am not a god damned 12 year old.
*Wilhelm laughs*
Wilhelm: I am only joking, Paul. How about the Phantom of the Opera?
*Paul smiles*
Paul: The classic musical of Broadway. Let’s do it.
*The scene fades down to Jas once again standing in front of an AWR logo, this time bearing the symbol for the first ever Pay Per View, Ring of Rage. He fiddles with his earpiece before starting*
Jase: G’day AWR.com, Jase here, with another exclusive interview. My guest tonight is fighting in what has been dubbed the grudge match of the year for any New York based promotion, ‘The Human Panzer’ himself, Wilhelm ‘Flammenkrieg’ Kaast.
*Shot pans out to show Wilhelm*
Jase: Wilhelm, first off I have to ask the one question that everyone has been dying to know. Why were you so late?
Wilhelm: Well Jase, you know what the Traffic in Manhattan can be like. I may have a fast car, but what good is Horse Power when you have no room to gallop?
Jase: Point taken. Secondly, do you have any words for your opponent last week?
*Wilhelm nods*
Wilhelm: Yes I do. Slick, unfortunately our match did not have a definite winner. You and I definitely gave it our all, and both of us came up short. I propose that the next time we meet up, we give it one last go without count outs. I also thank you for coming to my aid after that attack from behind, when you did not need to. That was just an admirable move to make in an unfortunate event.
Jase: Now, your opponent this week posted a video online stating how he thought you were afraid, what are your comments if you have any?
*Wilhelm shrugs*
Wilhelm: He is right about one thing, I have fears, we all do. I fear for those who fight the wars of others, I fear for those who are looking at their last decent meal for months, I fear for those who have to resort to crime just to survive, I fear for those who live in disaster struck areas, and I fear for those who will not be able to see a family member over the Christmas holidays due to death. I even have fears for myself, but I do not fear this imaginary line he speaks of, why would I need to when I can use my skills to put competitors away?
*Wilhelm slicks back his hair*
Wilhelm: Yes, I celebrated a match with my opponent, they put in a decent fight, I have respect for everyone’s in ring ability, and I believe that it’s only common sportsmanship to let them know how well they did. You on the other hand, well, your fears would prohibit you from doing that.
Jase: What do you mean?
Wilhelm: Think about it Jase, his biggest fear is that he will become irrelevant, as is the fear of most people with a god complex, pure and simple. He resorts to taking cheap shots because it gets people talking. As you said, our match is already being donned as the greatest grudge match of the year, however, if Royal has to resort to using chair shots, and methods of cheating, what will they be talking about? Will it be how the “Smart” Anthony Royal was able to claim victory? Or will it be how that coward had to cheat in order to defeat ‘The Human Panzer’ Wilhelm “Flammenkrieg” Kaast?
*Jase nods*
Jase: I see. So, do you think you’ll win?
Wilhelm: I am not a fortune teller, Jase. I am simply a wrestler. I will give it 110%, and treat it as if it were my last match, though. Whether I win or not, well, we’ll have to wait and see, but win or lose, I will exact my revenge against this spineless egomaniac. Come Wednesday, everyone will be talking about how Das Flammenkrieg crushed the man who fears Wilhelm Kaast.
*Jase looks quizzically at Wilhelm*
Jase: What do you mean he fears you?
*Wilhelm smirks a little*
Wilhelm: I use my name as a general term. Anthony Royal really fears those who may make him irrelevant. Hence why he went after the big competitors before debuting such as myself and Hell. He also seems to fear a fight back, hence again why he went for us under a veil of darkness. That is the only way to defeat an opponent without expecting a fight back. His fear is what motivates him, but there will be no escaping it, come Tuesday night.
*Wilhelm walks off*
Jase: That’s all for now folks, be sure to join me again when I next interview the AWR.
-END-
*Wilhelm is on the phone, pacing a little in his living room as the phone dials through. He rubs the stitches on the back of his head; it was still stinging after that cheap shot by Royal. A little bit of frustration etches on his face, and we hear that familiar beep that signifies the call going through to message bank*
Wilhelm: Guten Tag, Slick, its Wilhelm. Look, I want to put forward my gratitude to you after you came back to stop that unprovoked assault. If you ever need a favour, or someone to help tow the line in one of your matches, you know how to reach me.
*He hangs up as a loud knock emits from the door. Wilhelm puts the phone down as he reaches the door. He knows that JK is away for the PPV this week, so who it could be at the door befuddles him. That is until he hears that one racist remark...*
?: FUCK! The Yakuza tracked me down!
*Wilhelm laughs as he opens the door*
Wilhelm: That’s not a member of the Yakuza, Paul. That’s Jason Ling, a deli worker. He sells the best Bratwurst this side of Manhattan.
*The camera shows ‘The original Aboriginal’ Paul Cockatoo. He sheepishly offers an apology to the half Chinese deli worker, and quietly enters the apartment*
Wilhelm: To what do I have this unexpected pleasure?
*Paul looks around at the apartment, it is quite nice. For a small time federation, they definitely paid well. Paul looks back at Wilhelm*
Paul: Didn’t make the PPV card, and JK suggested I come hang out here for the week, apparently you know the ins and outs of NYC, he thought you could show me around.
Wilhelm: Sounds fair. Perhaps one of the things you’d want to do is check out the AWR’s first Pay Per View?
*Paul shrugs*
Paul: Yeah, sounds alright. But what can I do until then?
Wilhelm: There is a blues club here, B.B. King’s.....
*Before Wilhelm can finish his sentence, Paul holds his had up*
Paul: That’s pretty much the only place I’ve been to in New York, and I’m not really welcome there anymore.
*Wilhelm raises an eyebrow*
Wilhelm: Why is that?
Paul: Well, I may or may not have started an all in brawl when I was last there. Apparently they don’t like that kind of thing in New York City.....who knew?
Wilhelm: Yes, many supposedly tough groups of people actually look down on picking fights in public venues such as night clubs. What commenced the fight?
*Paul thinks long and hard*
Paul: I think it might have been when the bartender said that the Jets couldn’t hold a candle to the Giants. That guy was just asking for it.
*Wilhelm smirks, Paul doesn’t get the humour*
Paul: What’s so funny?
Wilhelm: Imagining an Australian picking a fight for someone making an NFL statement. If he had said that the NFL was better than the Rugby League, and said how the Giants could beat North Queensland, then I’d understand why you started the fight.
*Paul looks down in concentration*
Paul: Wait.....maybe it was that....
*Wilhelm laughs again*
Wilhelm: Jordan told me of how funny you were; I thought it was as phony as Royal’s supposed bravery until today.
Paul: Um....well.....thanks I guess?
*Wilhelm is still smirking*
Wilhelm: As you are banned from that club, I should take you to see something on Broadway, something that everyone who visits New York City should do.
*Paul shrugs*
Paul: Sounds cool, mate. But not Cats, I refuse to watch that crap.
*Again, Wilhelm laughs a little*
Wilhelm: I can understand that, my friend. Cats is quite a long and boring production to put on. How about Pricilla, Queen of the Desert? A lot of Australians love that show from what I hear.
*Paul shakes his head*
Paul: Saw the movie.
Wilhelm: The Spiderman musical?
*Paul stares at him blankly*
Paul: I am not a god damned 12 year old.
*Wilhelm laughs*
Wilhelm: I am only joking, Paul. How about the Phantom of the Opera?
*Paul smiles*
Paul: The classic musical of Broadway. Let’s do it.
*The scene fades down to Jas once again standing in front of an AWR logo, this time bearing the symbol for the first ever Pay Per View, Ring of Rage. He fiddles with his earpiece before starting*
Jase: G’day AWR.com, Jase here, with another exclusive interview. My guest tonight is fighting in what has been dubbed the grudge match of the year for any New York based promotion, ‘The Human Panzer’ himself, Wilhelm ‘Flammenkrieg’ Kaast.
*Shot pans out to show Wilhelm*
Jase: Wilhelm, first off I have to ask the one question that everyone has been dying to know. Why were you so late?
Wilhelm: Well Jase, you know what the Traffic in Manhattan can be like. I may have a fast car, but what good is Horse Power when you have no room to gallop?
Jase: Point taken. Secondly, do you have any words for your opponent last week?
*Wilhelm nods*
Wilhelm: Yes I do. Slick, unfortunately our match did not have a definite winner. You and I definitely gave it our all, and both of us came up short. I propose that the next time we meet up, we give it one last go without count outs. I also thank you for coming to my aid after that attack from behind, when you did not need to. That was just an admirable move to make in an unfortunate event.
Jase: Now, your opponent this week posted a video online stating how he thought you were afraid, what are your comments if you have any?
*Wilhelm shrugs*
Wilhelm: He is right about one thing, I have fears, we all do. I fear for those who fight the wars of others, I fear for those who are looking at their last decent meal for months, I fear for those who have to resort to crime just to survive, I fear for those who live in disaster struck areas, and I fear for those who will not be able to see a family member over the Christmas holidays due to death. I even have fears for myself, but I do not fear this imaginary line he speaks of, why would I need to when I can use my skills to put competitors away?
*Wilhelm slicks back his hair*
Wilhelm: Yes, I celebrated a match with my opponent, they put in a decent fight, I have respect for everyone’s in ring ability, and I believe that it’s only common sportsmanship to let them know how well they did. You on the other hand, well, your fears would prohibit you from doing that.
Jase: What do you mean?
Wilhelm: Think about it Jase, his biggest fear is that he will become irrelevant, as is the fear of most people with a god complex, pure and simple. He resorts to taking cheap shots because it gets people talking. As you said, our match is already being donned as the greatest grudge match of the year, however, if Royal has to resort to using chair shots, and methods of cheating, what will they be talking about? Will it be how the “Smart” Anthony Royal was able to claim victory? Or will it be how that coward had to cheat in order to defeat ‘The Human Panzer’ Wilhelm “Flammenkrieg” Kaast?
*Jase nods*
Jase: I see. So, do you think you’ll win?
Wilhelm: I am not a fortune teller, Jase. I am simply a wrestler. I will give it 110%, and treat it as if it were my last match, though. Whether I win or not, well, we’ll have to wait and see, but win or lose, I will exact my revenge against this spineless egomaniac. Come Wednesday, everyone will be talking about how Das Flammenkrieg crushed the man who fears Wilhelm Kaast.
*Jase looks quizzically at Wilhelm*
Jase: What do you mean he fears you?
*Wilhelm smirks a little*
Wilhelm: I use my name as a general term. Anthony Royal really fears those who may make him irrelevant. Hence why he went after the big competitors before debuting such as myself and Hell. He also seems to fear a fight back, hence again why he went for us under a veil of darkness. That is the only way to defeat an opponent without expecting a fight back. His fear is what motivates him, but there will be no escaping it, come Tuesday night.
*Wilhelm walks off*
Jase: That’s all for now folks, be sure to join me again when I next interview the AWR.
-END-