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Off Tracks; Rurik Krychek - Promo 138
Topic Started: Oct 26 2011, 08:16 AM (36 Views)
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Looky here, see. This isn't aired. There ain't no cameras. So you didn't hear, see, smell or feel nothin', got it? Maybe you tasted something, but you're not quite sure what, alright?

Rurik Krychek paces across the floor in a hotel room. He wears only a pair of loose fitting shorts, the kind you'd wear in private for the sake of comfort. A half-finished cigarette is pinched between his index and middle fingers as he flicks ashes on the floor indiscriminately. Occasionally in his pacing he squeezes his eyes shut and looks away as though he's seeing something he'd rather not. His face tells a constantly changing story between frustration and despair.

In the door way stands James Unger with his arms crossed. This hotel room is connected to the neighboring room by a set of doors, and in that room the rest of the l33t brain trust sits at a table. Ivan Rurik and Dexter Cloud have two card tables set up, each with a different board game set up on them--Monopoly and Risk--though something about how they move indicate they're playing a single game.
There may only be two people that get that joke, but that's alright.

Unger: You're the only guy I know that can find fault with a win.

Krychek shoots a glare at Unger as he continues his pacing.

Unger: Look, so you weren't the hot shit for a night. You didn't make everyone else look like crap compared to you. You had an off night. It happens to people.

Krychek: Not to me.

Krychek slightly growls this line before he takes another drag off his cigarette. He lets out a puff of smoke as he points over at Unger with the cigarette between his fingers.

Krychek: Since 2004 I have been the uncontested greatest in-ring strategist in this industry. Comparatively I've only suffered a handful of losses in my career. I've always had a clear mind in that ring, but last night...

Our short Russian despot inhales and harshly exhales as he shakes his head.

Unger: We've all had those days, Krychek. No one is exempt. I know you hate humanity with a passion that is generally reserved for religious fanatics, but you're still one of us, big guy.

Another glare. The Russian takes a seat at the edge of the bed, letting the cigarette hang from his lips as he moves his hair out of his face.

Krychek: I had the game plan laid out in my head. I knew exactly what to do, how to do it. Take out Williams' arms. If he can't apply a submission his biggest weapons are gone. Take out Dawg's legs. If he can't stand he can't use his power. But my head was so foggy I couldn't make any decisions...

Unger: You made decisions.

Krychek: Seconds after they would have been useful!

He yells these words as he returns to a standing position. He scoops up the trash bin from the floor and proceeds to hurl it across the room, smashing a lamp in the process. Unger watches a little sheepishly. He and Krychek both know his year in a monastery isn't helping him at the moment, not like it usually does. Krychek proceeds over to the open sliding glass door and flicks what is left of his cigarette out into the night air.

Unger: I think you jumped the gun on asking management not to book you this week. It was one night you were off during.

The anger dissipates from Krychek quickly as the frustration gives way to the despair. He resumes his seat at the edge of his bed.

Krychek: We both know my head hasn't been in the game in a while. I was hoping my cashing in the Grand Prix Championship would change it. Make dealing with this business a little more bearable, make it exciting again. I haven't contended for a World Championship since... What was that, mid-2007?

Krychek stares at the carpet with what could be described as a thousand yard stare.

Krychek: And even then I was just a contingency for Dave. I was supposed to make sure he left with it. Instead, Love did. I haven't held a World Championship since OSW folded in... 2005?

The messy blonde haired Unger steps into the room further, sitting on the other bed in the room.

Unger: Is this about not being the World Champion in ages?

Krychek: No, no. I knew my place in AWL. Dave stayed out of my way in OSW, I stayed out of his in AWL. I haven't been gunning for the Dual Crown Championship here, either. I wanted that slow burn to the top. If you just walk in and grab it, you can be seen as just the flavor of the month. Everyone here knows I'm to be feared. I'm dominate with everyone I come into contact with. I don't know why I bring it up.

Unger and Krychek sit for a moment in silence. Unger is trying to think of the right thing to say, but there's a reason Krychek was always the voice of the l33t.

Krychek: Fact of the matter is, wrestling is a young man's game. You need that fire and passion that only youth has, and that slight naivety that brings with it fortitude and resolve that keeps you plugging away until you become knowledgeable or lucky. Physical conditioning is only the half of it, and certainly isn't my problem.

Deep breath and text break.

Krychek: You need heart or whatever the intangible equivalent is. You have to want to be out there so often. Bruising your fellow man and getting bruised, and beating, and breaking, and harming. You don't need to actually enjoy some aspect of it. For most it's competition or indeed hurting others. For me it was trying to understand why people do these things, to understand people beyond this industry. I've seen people. I understand them...I don't like them. I never will. What they'll do and how they'll refuse to see logic just... Tears apart any part of me that might have wanted to be amongst the people.

Exaustedly Krychek's posture slumps and his back arches as his elbows come to rest on his knees.

Krychek: I don't know that I can keep doing this. I accomplished what I wanted when I started out beside you lot and Dave in 2004. I understand people. Perhaps better than they understand themselves. I've tried to help them see, but they just... Go off of so much emotion instead of rational thinking. I've accumulated enough money that, provided I'm not frivolous with the money, I never need to work again.

Unger: Don't forget what you did with the Brotherhood.

Krychek: Indeed. I always saw myself as a revolutionary, but I hadn't yet found my revolution. Even if my name isn't in the history books, I'll know I did something in this world. I fought a corporation. I fought for those that couldn't fight for themselves. No matter what anyone says I accomplished a revolution and FIW wouldn't be giving as much money to charities if it weren't for my brief time as CEO. Those goals were far more important than a World Champion ever could have been, and that's all most aspire to be when they step into that ring.

Another sigh from Krychek.

Krychek: Maybe it's time Rurik Krychek steps away. Would that really be such a horrible thing?

The Grand Prix Champion looks over at Unger.

Unger: That's your call. The road isn't easy for any of us. Dexter, Ivan and I don't have any more of a life than you do. My grandmother can't have much time left, I'd certainly like to go spend sometime with her.

Krychek resumes his staring at the floor.

Unger: But what about the match with Cruz?

Krychek: I'll fight it. If I win, I'll plug away as Champion. If I lose, perhaps that will be the right time to ride away into the night. A revolutionary leaving behind his legacy of a successful revolution.

Unger: So that's it then? That's your decision?

A moment of silence.

Krychek: I don't know. This may be just a night of depressed thoughts. I'll take it under consideration.

And with that I'm ending the scene. Krychek continues to stare with deep thoughts swirling about in that cranium of his. Unger stands and though there's probably a "no touching" rule, he gives Krychek a pat on his back before walking in to the other room, leaving the revolutionary with his thoughts.
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