Post by Kolic on Oct 26, 2015 20:47:08 GMT -6
The scene opens to show Kolic once again in his home recording studio, sitting at his computer as he twirls a pen in his hand. He's looking through something on his computer, though the glare due to the camera angle makes it impossible to read the screen. Whatever's there (or perhaps not) is enough to frustrate him just enough to show in how quickly and forcefully he types on the keyboard. After a bit he leans back in his chair and seemingly gives up the ghost.
Kolic: Well my, my, my...so sorry for your losses, Mongrel. The Warpathetic goes 0 for 3 in the heavyweight title tournament and you hoist yourself by your own petard to lose the W.C.E.K. TV belt. Kind of a tacky way to end the fight, I'd say. Oh, and poor ol' Piper lost herself the fight against me because she lost any sense of self-control between your little group and the sLaughterhouse. Way to keep your minions in line buddy. I must say though, that should make the remaining four of us a little worried. None of you have matches at Arctic Blast, so you're free to play the revenge trope and take us out in the semifinals. Don't worry, now that I've called it out, it's sure not to happen. Except that the opportunity exists that we won't expect it and you'll surprise it by interfering. Or you'll assume we'll know that you know that we know...head spinning yet? Have fun with that Will.
There are more relevant things at play now though. Munin will be my opponent in the next round, and unlike 93% of her other opponents, I'm a bit wary about trading blows with her. It amazes me how, despite what her career and reputation shout to everyone, people treat her like a fragile flower frozen in dry ice. Hey, ever see that episode of King of the Hill where Peggy does that experiment, but the flower refuses to break, then she throws it through a window? That's what happens when Munin's foes underestimate her. She doesn't shatter, then she breaks stuff. Sometimes people. So at Arctic Blast, I'm going to treat her like the formidable foe she's made herself to be. That's not to say that I doubt my ability to move on in this gigantic show to build up some hype for the company, just being realistic. Speaking of which...
Kolic reads out loud as he writes something down.
Kolic: Additions to the packing list: Neosporin, band aids, ice packs.
He puts down the pen and turns back to the camera.
Kolic: So it's on to the Frozen North for another round of this tournament. Should I overcome Munin's challenge, it's either my old friend-turned-enemy Joshua Dane or my never-friend-in-any-parallel-universe John Champa. Fun times either way. But just like a wide receiver shouldn't start running for the end zone before he catches the ball, I can't prepare for either of them without first defeating my next opponent. That's a rookie mistake, and I'm sure no rookie. I'll see you in a few weeks Munin.
He goes back to the computer as the feed fades out.
Kolic: Well my, my, my...so sorry for your losses, Mongrel. The Warpathetic goes 0 for 3 in the heavyweight title tournament and you hoist yourself by your own petard to lose the W.C.E.K. TV belt. Kind of a tacky way to end the fight, I'd say. Oh, and poor ol' Piper lost herself the fight against me because she lost any sense of self-control between your little group and the sLaughterhouse. Way to keep your minions in line buddy. I must say though, that should make the remaining four of us a little worried. None of you have matches at Arctic Blast, so you're free to play the revenge trope and take us out in the semifinals. Don't worry, now that I've called it out, it's sure not to happen. Except that the opportunity exists that we won't expect it and you'll surprise it by interfering. Or you'll assume we'll know that you know that we know...head spinning yet? Have fun with that Will.
There are more relevant things at play now though. Munin will be my opponent in the next round, and unlike 93% of her other opponents, I'm a bit wary about trading blows with her. It amazes me how, despite what her career and reputation shout to everyone, people treat her like a fragile flower frozen in dry ice. Hey, ever see that episode of King of the Hill where Peggy does that experiment, but the flower refuses to break, then she throws it through a window? That's what happens when Munin's foes underestimate her. She doesn't shatter, then she breaks stuff. Sometimes people. So at Arctic Blast, I'm going to treat her like the formidable foe she's made herself to be. That's not to say that I doubt my ability to move on in this gigantic show to build up some hype for the company, just being realistic. Speaking of which...
Kolic reads out loud as he writes something down.
Kolic: Additions to the packing list: Neosporin, band aids, ice packs.
He puts down the pen and turns back to the camera.
Kolic: So it's on to the Frozen North for another round of this tournament. Should I overcome Munin's challenge, it's either my old friend-turned-enemy Joshua Dane or my never-friend-in-any-parallel-universe John Champa. Fun times either way. But just like a wide receiver shouldn't start running for the end zone before he catches the ball, I can't prepare for either of them without first defeating my next opponent. That's a rookie mistake, and I'm sure no rookie. I'll see you in a few weeks Munin.
He goes back to the computer as the feed fades out.
