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Another Diary Entry; Rurik Krychek - Promo 142
Topic Started: Dec 2 2011, 08:05 AM (51 Views)
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And so it begins, another diary entry roleplay. Because I have things to express as Krychek that he would not begin expressing on screen. Tucked away in his hotel room our Grand Prix Champion sits in this non-filmed roleplay, writing under the lamp light while his friend Ivan Rurik sits in the bed beside his. The Grand Prix Championship resting on his lap, keeping a bit of his confidence on display at all times as he puts pen to paper.

[dohtml]<table border=0><tr><td width=15%></td><td width=70%><font color=olive size=2><i>And so we draw to a close another day. Less than seventy-two hours separate myself from the apex of this industry's proverbial mountain top.<BR><BR>

The last time I tasted the gold of the world I defeated a man named Benjamin Hurst in OSW. Hurst provided a challenge so far as I was still in my infancy as far as my career was concerned. Now as I move towards the apex again the challenge is no less great. Christian Cruz is a man torn from the same cloth as I.<BR><BR>

We are both intellectuals, and we both harbor a respect for the other. At the same time, however, we are opposites from one another. Black and white, day and night...Cain and Abel. I loathe being forced to inflict pain on my fellow man, but I have done so because the means justified an end. Cruz, without any end but his own satisfaction, willingly inflicts pain upon his fellow man.<BR><BR>

I have endured my travels and battles around the world with but a few minor injuries and only one worrisome injury. That injury was not even sustained in a match, only exacerbated by one. I still close my eyes at times and see myself backstage following the match last year. The vomiting of my blood on the floor, the world spinning and my field of vision growing narrow before it all slipped away.<BR><BR>

But our differences are more than that. It is a kinship with contradictions that do not escape my mind. Great contradictions at that. Where I have dedicated years of my time to educating the proletariats, seeking truth, and growth and understanding through that truth, Cruz seeks to spread lies. While I myself have partaken in misinformation, it was always for the end that is the truth. With any other opponent I can discern obvious truths and lies in their words to understand them better. One cannot trust a word Cruz says.<BR><BR>

Thus I am left with only matches to use to prepare. No matter. I have done so before and I imagine should I survive Violence Fetish I shall do so again. But tonight's entry has so far been but minor ramblings. Notations for the sake of putting my mind to ease that I have the basics of our tale down.</i></font></td><td width=15%></td></tr></table>[/dohtml]
The Despot of FIW leans his head back against the headboard and thinks. This isn't an on-screen moment. He doesn't need to race to get his thoughts quickly to maintain the frightening image of the five-five, two hundred pound brainiac. Here he can let them stew for a few minutes, especially in the wee hours of the morning as this is.

[dohtml]<table border=0><tr><td width=15%></td><td width=70%><font color=olive size=2><i>Though I could never begin to admit it on air, I need the Dual Crown Championship. Not in a prideful, egotistical manner, but in that I am human. For all my standing tall and shouting hubris into the air, I need that reassurance. I believe whole heartedly that I am the most intelligent man in this industry, and the most capable to carry any Championship. But it has been a slow journey back to the top.<BR><BR>

I was a young man the first time I held the world in my grasp, and I have matured since then. My career had been based off of utter anger towards the world and expressing it in whatever way I saw fit. When I made the decision to enter the monastery for a period of reflection and rebirth for the expressed goal of mentally coming to terms with a childhood <a href=http://z4.invisionfree.com/FIWII/index.php?showtopic=11083>I still try to bury in my mind</a> in hopes that with the shedding of memories the anger would dissipate, I was concerned.<BR><BR>

Though I hold no love for this industry it is the one place I held sway. It would be foolish to throw away a guaranteed industry for work should I need it. But with the anger leading my intellectual drive, I feared the loss of the anger may lead to the loss of name and work.<BR><BR>

I have had a phenomenal comeback since shedding myself of the anger. No longer after long rants do I feel pain in my chest and slight numbing in my arm. No longer do I fear for a heart attack despite my well groomed yoga practices. True as it is that I slip at times, I manage to catch myself before permanent damage is done. Championships have accumulated on my resume since my return, only accomplishing a bigger name with which comes more sway.<BR><BR>

But the world has eluded me. Not once have I even been given a match for the Championships. I was looked over during the booking Rey de los Estrellas Neuvo, and though it very well was because I held the Grand Prix Championship I was overlooked in the booking of this year's Lady Luck. Though there may have been perfectly acceptable reasons for every chance not given, one cannot help but allow the worries to creep into one's head.</i></font></td><td width=15%></td></tr></table>[/dohtml]
The man that has done almost everything there is to do in FIW's hand shakes slightly as he continues writing. He is not a man that fears much, but he has always put more pressure on himself than anyone. Perhaps that is true of us all, but when was the last time you were about to see the fruitition of a major life decision and have had two years to contemplate whether it was the right choice or not?

[dohtml]<table border=0><tr><td width=15%></td><td width=70%><font color=olive size=2><i>Did the lost anger result in a loss of ability?<BR>
Am I not as good as I once was?<BR>
Was my success not a result of intellect as I have so often professed, but instead the anger?<BR><BR>

Truth be told I need the Dual Crown Championship this Sunday to prove to myself that the second biggest decision of my life has not been met with the end of the world. I need to prove to myself that for all my understandings in the world, all my knowledge of humanity has not been wasted when it comes to making a big decision for myself.<BR><BR>

And this is why M.Cruz should never know of this. For if he knew just how grand the tragedy could be this Sunday there would be no chance for my being victorious.<BR><BR>

I have worked too hard for too long to fail now. There will be no rule unbroken by M.Cruz and therefore neither shall a rule find itself unscathed in my path. It is not about honor and respect this Sunday. It is about knowing where I stand in my life. Cruz shall either have a great tragedy or I shall have mine.</i></font></td><td width=15%></td></tr></table>[/dohtml]
With the finality of that line, knowing the ultimate conclusion must come one way or another, Krychek
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