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| milenko6669 | Nov 2 2011, 10:52 PM Post #1 |
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Oh, the situations Kyra's mouth gets Zedric in sometimes. First she opens her big gob and ends up being booked in her first ever wrestling match as a punishment. Now, while training for said match, she managed to drag Zedric into yet another hostile confrontation, this time with three foul tempered gym toughs. As the men close in on Zedric, his gaze slowly drifts left to right, as he stares down the three, rather infuriated, individuals. The corner of his mouth curls up into a cocksure smile, and he gives the closest thug a wink, inviting him to try his hand at besting 'The Cornerstone'. "Pay close attention!" he shouts to Kyra, who scurried from the ring as soon as Zedric came to her aid. With a sarcastic laugh, Kyra decides it would be a better use of her time to refill her water bottle, and that's when she spots the cute guy practicing his wrestling moves on the vending machine that just ate his buck-fifty. The first tough guy charges ahead, but Zedric sidesteps the attack, and shoves the man through the ropes, and right out of the ring. The second guy does the same, only this time, Zedric duck down and the propels the guy over the top rope, and crashing down on his friend. The third man, who judging by his strategy of letting the other two go first, happens to be the ring leader of the crew, comes bounding across the ring with arms raised and ready to attack. Zedric sees him coming a mile away, and kicks him in the stomach, doubling the man over. "See, this is the problem," Zedric announces with a grin, "the world is full of tough guys, but tough guys have no brains. They come in groups, yet they attack single file, sure that at least one of them can put down their victims. Morons!" With the man still doubled over, Zedric lifts him up onto his shoulder, and delivers an emphatic 'Lasting Impression'. The entire ring shakes with the impact, and the final tough guy rolls from the ring. Zedric turns and leans against the ropes, looking down at the crowd that has formed by the ring. "If they all attacked at the same time, then yeah, maybe they coulda took me down. But they didn't, and I made them look like fools. And that is exactly what I'm going to do Friday, at Hostile Violence. You think Bond, Talon, and Pepin are all gonna band together to take me down? Hardly. Pepin thinks the world of himself, so I highly doubt he'll be working with anyone. If he were smart, he'd consider a small alliance with myself during the match... IF he were smart. And Chris Bond... all he cares about is his beef with 'The Canadian Crusader'. He won't even know I'm there. And let's not forget the quote-unquote 'Hero' of Hostility, Talon. He'll be right there beside his brother, helping him put down that French-Canadian goofball." Zedric pauses for a moment, wiping away the single bead of perspiration that formed while he disposed of the three men. "In all honesty," Zedric continues, "I'm the only one with anything to prove in this match, and I intend to prove just how worthy I am to be the Number One Contender for the World Heavyweight Championship. Bond and Talon are irrellevant. Their time in the Hostility spotlight has come and gone. Pepin, he's no more worthy of a title shot than those little girls in the audience that cheer for our current so-called Champion, Sara Pettis." Suddenly, there is a collective gasp from the crowd, as one fo the men enters the ring behind Zedric, weilding a steel folding chair. This time, Zedric doesn't see it coming, and the man lunges at him. However, before the chair can make contact with Zedric's back, Kyra comes flying off the top rope with the worst looking splash ever witnessed by man. Fortunately for Zedric, the splash does the trick taking the man down. Slowly, Kyra rolls over onto her back, grimacing in pain. "Not to take anything away from your speech there Zeddy, but it does pay to have friends watching your back, just in case. By the way, how'd that look?" "That looked terrible, " Zedric says with a snort, indifferent to Kyra's effort, "I can just imagine that Ms. Pettis is quaking in her wrestling boots." Kyra shoots Zedric a smile that oozes with sarcasm, and groans as she climbs to her feet. "You know Zeddy, you could be just a little more greatful at times." "No!" Zedric retorts with enthusiasm. "Giavanna Milenko should be the thankful one... thankful for talent such as mine, that can pull Hostility from the depths of mediocrity, and carry it on my braod shoulders, to the top of the mountain. She should be greatful that she has a man, such as myself, who can go into the ring with three hacks like the Rockridge boys, and Bruce 'I like gravy and cheese on everything' Pepin, and make THEM look good." With that, Zedric climbs out of the ring and heads for the locker room. "And all of you people should be greatful to have a role model like me around," he says as he pushes through the crowd, "someone to watch and look up to. You should be greatful, because I'm the only person on the Hostility roster that is man enough, who is good enough, who is smart enough, and who is tough enough... to back up the things they say." |
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