Post by DEV on Jul 13, 2016 22:04:49 GMT
[OOC]: This is some old, OLLLLLD, work that I just wanted to post.
This was Konstantine’s first test as a competitor here in RWD. Not only was he granted a main event spot off the get-go, he put in front of…well, he didn’t know what to think. With a bundle of copied contracts in his hands, Devin shuffled through them all. He reached Maxwell Schneider’s contract and the first thing he did was check his personal story. No, he was not looking for anything to say against him. That would be disrespectful. Konstantine had his eyes set on if he knew a man named Richard or a man named Alex. Nope, there was no mentioning of two Schneider brothers. Devin pouted a little; he missed those two. He missed beating them repeatedly, showing them that the both of them would forever be underneath him.
He giggled at the memories as he flipped through it. Maxwell was big. He was nice and tall. He had over thirty pounds on him. He’s homeless? That is what caught Devin’s cold eyes. There was a trashman, but they also had a homeless man? Devin looked to the pale ceiling in thought. What kind of company was this? Maxwell even won championships. That means that he had experience. Devin could not believe a homeless man was winning titles and making a name for himself. At the very least RWD was going to be interesting. He flipped the page over to see a picture of the man. His beard was straggly with streaks of grey in it. What caught Devin’s attention was the picture under his profile photograph. It was an image of Schneider wielding…a kitchen sink.
Devin tilted his head and placed the contract down slowly. He also thought the statement “everything but the kitchen sink” was only a metaphor, but Maxwell took it to heart. Okay, Devin had to be mentally prepared. This man was walking in with a kitchen sink or something worse. Devin peered over at his coffee table. He could bring that to the match. It would be a little game for them both. Devin kicked up his legs and leaned back. He cupped his hands together and began to think. Rech had a reason why he allowed such a person inside of RWD. He also had a reason why he gave Konstantine the opportunity to beat him.
He clicked on the video uploaded. It was the promotion video from Schneider. Devin wondered primarily on who was recording the video. Aw, Rech gave the beast a little cameraman. It was adorable. The subhuman had a temporary friend. Within the first few moments, Devin’s expressionless face turned sour. People like him. Why does everyone say that? Especially about people they do not know. Devin wasn’t going to call Maxwell insane, unhinged, or anything of the like. From what this video says, Maxwell was a perfectly functioning beast. Devin would bring some animal treats for him.
And then he said that Devin read comic books. Aw, that’s saddening. Devin doesn’t even like comic books too much. There was a female…male…BOY that identifies as a GIRL that told him his name was based around John Constantine. Devin had to look up who that was. Eh, it was a good guess. Devin did make some deals with some unsavory people. One of which probably has his soul in a glass jar somewhere in the pits. Man, the cost for success is too damn expensive in modern society.
The weather was murky. Was it going to rain or no? C’mon now, don’t play games. The RWD cameraman followed hastily behind Konstantine. Garbed in a black coat, Konstantine rubbed the fur trim. Yes, it was faux fur. Okay, that might be wrong. Konstantine stopped in front of the statue of Elvis Presley. Memphis was okay. The air was mostly clean. The temperature fit Konstantine’s liking. He draped his umbrella on his wrist. He analyzed the area. No one was nearby that would intervene with the shot. It was one of the benefits of recording in the wee hours of the morning.
Basic setup occurred. The cameraman played with multiple angles, until he settled on a center shot. Konstantine didn’t move an inch that whole time. He knew that the man would settle there, instead of asking Devin to move. Was he that intimidated by Konstantine’s remote silence? Devin’s focus was in the dark clouds. Rain would suck right about now. The cameraman politely broke the focus. The camera began to roll.
Konstantine: “It seems to me that Rech is testing out the new blood. He quietly prods Maxie and me forward and waits for one of us to maim the other one. I can see exactly why he would do such a thing. It is simple. I think he got poor, big Maxwell confused. Rech, I can understand where you get the idea that he is a savage. You want to put him in the arena and watch him mutilate whatever poor soul you put on the opposite end.”
“With me, all you know is that I have a grade-A smile and what little I wrote down on your contract. I am not going to be generic and say that you don’t know me, but in all actuality, you don’t. No one does. I have randomly spawned in your company.”
Devin took a moment to think. He brought a finger to his chin, tapping it in rhythm to “Break On Through (To The Other Side)”. He had to say this right. Rech seemed to be a field of landmines already. He was greedy and shallow. He bore a sense of entitlement and arrogance. Yeah, if Devin said his next statement wrong, he would be on the losing end of life. As one of his first escapades in this new world, he didn’t want to make his boss agitated. The proverbial light above his head went off.
Konstantine: “Company is a weird word for the RWD. To me, I think this place is a graveyard, where you arrived and played Doctor Frankenstein. In other words, all of these LEGACY and MSW people are the highlights so far. Now I am not too keen on MSW or LEGACY, I just know that many people are from there. Me? I am just an outsider who traipsed his way into the mix. I am an unknown entity, looking to start his run here right.”
“Fortunately that means that I get to smother a big, old puppy. Maxwell Schneider looks intimidating, but I can see the good and sane in those big eyes of his. It is kind of adorable. He is big and broad like a Great Dane, but he is probably as gentle as a Pug.”
Puppies are adorable. They are man’s best friend. Konstantine had a Husky back home. Fenrir, a big ol’ goofball of a dog, was the closest thing to Devin’s heart. Fenrir brought an even wider smile onto the face of the Canadian. Now what does this entirely have to do with Maxwell Schneider?
Konstantine: “Please note that one thing I have kept consisted so far is my choice of words. I have to simplify this for the Tennessee audience. I have been told that the South operates at a snail’s pace. They are the kind of people that love to watch paint dry. As much as I would love to keep things cryptic, I cannot. Alas, the handicap that is stupidity. These poor Tennessee folk have been plagued greatly by it.”
“I have yet to refer to Maxwell Schneider as human.”
A coy smirk appeared on his face.
Konstantine: “Travis Rech and Michael Vick have something in common. They love to watch dogs get hurt. I cannot voice my opinion on this as Rech is my employer. He wants me to put down an animal? I will gladly do it if it means stepping closer to the RWD Championship. How many points do I get for every beast I have to take out? Do I get a bonus? These are the questions to ask, people. Will Devin KONSTANTINE be RWD World Champion?”
Devin allowed for a dramatic pause.
Konstantine: “If he has to continuously put down animals, instead of actually wrestle, then yes. I will be your champion.”
The fur might be real after all.
This was Konstantine’s first test as a competitor here in RWD. Not only was he granted a main event spot off the get-go, he put in front of…well, he didn’t know what to think. With a bundle of copied contracts in his hands, Devin shuffled through them all. He reached Maxwell Schneider’s contract and the first thing he did was check his personal story. No, he was not looking for anything to say against him. That would be disrespectful. Konstantine had his eyes set on if he knew a man named Richard or a man named Alex. Nope, there was no mentioning of two Schneider brothers. Devin pouted a little; he missed those two. He missed beating them repeatedly, showing them that the both of them would forever be underneath him.
He giggled at the memories as he flipped through it. Maxwell was big. He was nice and tall. He had over thirty pounds on him. He’s homeless? That is what caught Devin’s cold eyes. There was a trashman, but they also had a homeless man? Devin looked to the pale ceiling in thought. What kind of company was this? Maxwell even won championships. That means that he had experience. Devin could not believe a homeless man was winning titles and making a name for himself. At the very least RWD was going to be interesting. He flipped the page over to see a picture of the man. His beard was straggly with streaks of grey in it. What caught Devin’s attention was the picture under his profile photograph. It was an image of Schneider wielding…a kitchen sink.
Devin tilted his head and placed the contract down slowly. He also thought the statement “everything but the kitchen sink” was only a metaphor, but Maxwell took it to heart. Okay, Devin had to be mentally prepared. This man was walking in with a kitchen sink or something worse. Devin peered over at his coffee table. He could bring that to the match. It would be a little game for them both. Devin kicked up his legs and leaned back. He cupped his hands together and began to think. Rech had a reason why he allowed such a person inside of RWD. He also had a reason why he gave Konstantine the opportunity to beat him.
He clicked on the video uploaded. It was the promotion video from Schneider. Devin wondered primarily on who was recording the video. Aw, Rech gave the beast a little cameraman. It was adorable. The subhuman had a temporary friend. Within the first few moments, Devin’s expressionless face turned sour. People like him. Why does everyone say that? Especially about people they do not know. Devin wasn’t going to call Maxwell insane, unhinged, or anything of the like. From what this video says, Maxwell was a perfectly functioning beast. Devin would bring some animal treats for him.
And then he said that Devin read comic books. Aw, that’s saddening. Devin doesn’t even like comic books too much. There was a female…male…BOY that identifies as a GIRL that told him his name was based around John Constantine. Devin had to look up who that was. Eh, it was a good guess. Devin did make some deals with some unsavory people. One of which probably has his soul in a glass jar somewhere in the pits. Man, the cost for success is too damn expensive in modern society.
The weather was murky. Was it going to rain or no? C’mon now, don’t play games. The RWD cameraman followed hastily behind Konstantine. Garbed in a black coat, Konstantine rubbed the fur trim. Yes, it was faux fur. Okay, that might be wrong. Konstantine stopped in front of the statue of Elvis Presley. Memphis was okay. The air was mostly clean. The temperature fit Konstantine’s liking. He draped his umbrella on his wrist. He analyzed the area. No one was nearby that would intervene with the shot. It was one of the benefits of recording in the wee hours of the morning.
Basic setup occurred. The cameraman played with multiple angles, until he settled on a center shot. Konstantine didn’t move an inch that whole time. He knew that the man would settle there, instead of asking Devin to move. Was he that intimidated by Konstantine’s remote silence? Devin’s focus was in the dark clouds. Rain would suck right about now. The cameraman politely broke the focus. The camera began to roll.
Konstantine: “It seems to me that Rech is testing out the new blood. He quietly prods Maxie and me forward and waits for one of us to maim the other one. I can see exactly why he would do such a thing. It is simple. I think he got poor, big Maxwell confused. Rech, I can understand where you get the idea that he is a savage. You want to put him in the arena and watch him mutilate whatever poor soul you put on the opposite end.”
“With me, all you know is that I have a grade-A smile and what little I wrote down on your contract. I am not going to be generic and say that you don’t know me, but in all actuality, you don’t. No one does. I have randomly spawned in your company.”
Devin took a moment to think. He brought a finger to his chin, tapping it in rhythm to “Break On Through (To The Other Side)”. He had to say this right. Rech seemed to be a field of landmines already. He was greedy and shallow. He bore a sense of entitlement and arrogance. Yeah, if Devin said his next statement wrong, he would be on the losing end of life. As one of his first escapades in this new world, he didn’t want to make his boss agitated. The proverbial light above his head went off.
Konstantine: “Company is a weird word for the RWD. To me, I think this place is a graveyard, where you arrived and played Doctor Frankenstein. In other words, all of these LEGACY and MSW people are the highlights so far. Now I am not too keen on MSW or LEGACY, I just know that many people are from there. Me? I am just an outsider who traipsed his way into the mix. I am an unknown entity, looking to start his run here right.”
“Fortunately that means that I get to smother a big, old puppy. Maxwell Schneider looks intimidating, but I can see the good and sane in those big eyes of his. It is kind of adorable. He is big and broad like a Great Dane, but he is probably as gentle as a Pug.”
Puppies are adorable. They are man’s best friend. Konstantine had a Husky back home. Fenrir, a big ol’ goofball of a dog, was the closest thing to Devin’s heart. Fenrir brought an even wider smile onto the face of the Canadian. Now what does this entirely have to do with Maxwell Schneider?
Konstantine: “Please note that one thing I have kept consisted so far is my choice of words. I have to simplify this for the Tennessee audience. I have been told that the South operates at a snail’s pace. They are the kind of people that love to watch paint dry. As much as I would love to keep things cryptic, I cannot. Alas, the handicap that is stupidity. These poor Tennessee folk have been plagued greatly by it.”
“I have yet to refer to Maxwell Schneider as human.”
A coy smirk appeared on his face.
Konstantine: “Travis Rech and Michael Vick have something in common. They love to watch dogs get hurt. I cannot voice my opinion on this as Rech is my employer. He wants me to put down an animal? I will gladly do it if it means stepping closer to the RWD Championship. How many points do I get for every beast I have to take out? Do I get a bonus? These are the questions to ask, people. Will Devin KONSTANTINE be RWD World Champion?”
Devin allowed for a dramatic pause.
Konstantine: “If he has to continuously put down animals, instead of actually wrestle, then yes. I will be your champion.”
The fur might be real after all.
