Post by devilssaint on Jun 12, 2016 16:11:08 GMT -6
Nikki Venom is calmly, patiently sitting cross-legged beside a campfire with his hands on his lap. There are two texts in front of him that he cannot seem to get rid of. A mark is ever so slightly shown on the side of his face. 'Duke Andrews, why have you been so quiet? True, I have been relatively quiet too this week, but I've been a bit busy with things. I've been changing. As you can see, I look a little different than the last time anyone would have seen me. I've shed all that which was holding me back so I can build a better future for myself.' He pauses as the fire reflects in his eyes. 'And then there is you Duke. You haven't really changed over the last twelve years. You surely haven't changed in the eight years I have been around.' Nikki snickers. 'It's funny to think that this is the first time you and I will ever meet in the middle of that ring. You and I have traveled on the same roads, fought in the same venues, entertained the same fans. The whole way you and I never fought in the same company. It's weird to think that you and I have always been so close in the last eight years and yet so far away from each other in a wrestling ring. You were in a few big companies with our lovely friend Giant. I on the other hand stuck to smaller companies; alternatives to those big names. I built my name being the big fish in a small pond while you were a member of the Midwest Wrecking Crew; killing it with DVD everywhere you went. You represented the everyday man; an All American man sipping beer, kicking names and taking ass. The fans loved you everywhere you went for that reason. Meanwhile, whether I was fighting for those same fans or not, I was always cheered because I would do a bunch of stupid stunts. I would put my life on the line to make these people cheer.' Nikki begins to grimace. 'And then the day came where I realized I needed to slow down. That my hardcore days were becoming more few and far between. My body was telling me no more, and I had to oblige. What happened next was not what should have happened. I told these fans personally that I was not the young man I once was. I was no longer invincible, and I needed to listen to my body. I needed to slow down; and what did those same fans that cheered you do? They booed me. They rejected me, because I was not there to be their meat puppet anymore. I was no longer the cool glass of pure unadulterated violence that would quench their bloodlusting throats. Oh how they hurt me deeply.'
'I don't blame you for how they react to me, nor am I envious. You aren't a message I intend to send to these people, because I acknowledge that this isn't your fault. My issue with these people lies in their lack of honour, respect and loyalty. So as opposed to making you a message to these ignorant people that won't care to listen anyway, what I will do is much more simple. I just need to out-wrestle Duke Andrews. It won't be an easy task by any means. Duke is a great technician in that ring. He could run circles around guys like Cocheese in that ring. He is, in my humble opinion, one of the best pound-for-pound wrestlers that this business has.' Nikki turns his head and looks puzzled. '"So Nikki, why is it that Duke's been losing every match since...what, WAR?" I hear you ignorant fans asking the computer in hopes that I will somehow be able to hear you. Allow me to answer; Duke's a great wrestler that keeps getting caught. He's been giving his opponents one small opening and they, by luck or skill, have been landing a good shot at the right time. T'is a shame that a great ring veteran should go down this path. You certainly have proven through your career that you deserve to be on top of a place like this. You just don't give up on your morals no matter how grim the situation gets. That is respectable Duke. I, myself, acknowledge that I have grown a little bitter at these people. They are after all blood thirsty little leeches willing to suck dry the last ounce of spirit from a human just for their cruel entertainment. But Dukey is the exact opposite. He's a truly honourable man and a man that should be holding the Pure 15 Championship. See, I have this vision of how MSW should be. Sadly, as it stand it will not come to pass. First, I want you, Duke, to have that Pure 15 Championship. You are the very definition of what that title stood for; honour. I wanted Frank Debauchee to be given his chance at Tommy Montana, and now Frankie Cocheese. I believed in him, and just as I respect you, Duke, I respected Frank Debauchee just the same.' Nikki finally moves more than just his head as he brings his right hand to his face. He kisses his first three fingers and raises them to the sky. 'Sleep well, sweet prince.'
Nikki resets his hands to his lap. 'Now that is an interesting thing I just said, wasn't it? I respected Duke Andrews and Frank Debauchee. Me. A man that is constantly told that he hates everything.' Nikki shrugs his shoulders. 'Not that I haven't given the public a good reason to believe that; but I have always called a spade a spade. Debauchee and Andrews, unlike a lot of people here in MSW get it. They understand wrestling in a way that not a lot of people do anymore. They don't hype up their matches like it's a cheap reality show. They went out there and, win or lose, wrestled. And for someone like Frank Debauchee who could so easily get under people's skin,' Nikki says with a smile. 'I secretly wanted to see him succeed, just like I want Duke to succeed. That makes this match bittersweet for me. I want to see Duke succeed, but not as bad as I want myself to succeed. So Dukey, lets go out there and do what we do best, wrestle. Let's show IC3 that you can take down Barrel, and that I can basically do what I have done for the majority of my career; fill seats without a title over my shoulder.' Nikki wears the devil's grin as the camera fades away.
EDN.
