Post by Chris Kraven on Nov 23, 2010 3:20:51 GMT -4
[Chris Kraven is shown sitting in a mock office, that looks almost identical to President Matt Kraven's, except the walls of this office are covered in pictures of Chris Kraven. In-action wrestling shots, portraits. You name it. It's enough to make you sick.
Chris is sitting back, relaxing, in the comfy leather chair, with his arms crossed over his chest, and his feet kicked up on the desk, showing off his black socks, along with his expensive black shoes. You know he's want us to note that they're expensive, so there you go.
His hair is gelled perfectly, and he looks so happy, sitting, mocking his big brother. He, along with everyone else, knew that something like this would happen. It would have to. Because Matt and Chris Kraven can't coexist. They can't stay in the same room together, they can't stay in the same wrestling promotion together. And Thursday night at Hail to the Victors, that changes. Because they will engage in a match, where the winner stays, and the loser leaves. That's right, the loser leaves FFP. The loser leaves, Matt's creation, Full Force Pro. And how nice will it be, that Chris Kraven, will get to defeat his older brother, and force him out of his own creation?! Life is just beautiful, isn't it?]
Chris Kraven: Well, well, well, the time has finally come Matthew. The time has finally come, where you and I will face off, and prove once and for all, who the better of the Kravens is. I'll give you a hint...IT'S ME! You see Matt, you've known this for a long time. But mom and dad, were always stuck on the Matt Kraven kool-aid. XWA was stuck on the Matt Kraven kool-aid. And all these stupid ass fans are stuck on your shitty-ass kool-aid. Matt, Thursday night, you will come to the arena, you'll announce that you're there via Twitter, you'll shake everyone's hand, and play the nice-President role, and then your music hits. You walk out there, knowing damn well, that your little-brother is going to beat you. My music hits, BOOM, you know it's coming! Then in about four minutes....maybe five, I'm going to pin your ass for the win. Then you'll do what so many have done in the past. You'll wake up, realize that your little dream is over, and then cry in front of thousands of people in Madison Square Garden, and millions on pay-per-view.
And Matt, IT'S ALL GOING TO BE BECAUSE OF ME! I'm going to retire you, from your creation! I'm going to force you out of Full Force Pro, and there is not a damn thing that you, mom, dad, or Barack Obama can do about it!
[With each word, Chris's intensity grows. By now, Chris has dropped his feet from the desk. Now he's leaning forward, on the edge of the leather chair, shoving his face into the view of the camera.]
Chris Kraven: I'll admit Matt. This FFP thing, has went way longer than I thought. I figured it would be a flash in the pan. But it's become a big deal. It's worldwide. It's pay-per-views. It's money. But, I'm making you leave brother. And after I rid your fed, of you...Kimmy will take over, and when she takes over, she'll appoint me the new President. And finally, I will be the brother that is the successful one. I'll be the brother with the fame and the fortune. I'll be the brother that our parents loves the most, because I'll be better!
Actually, they'll probably still side with you, but, you know, screw them. They weren't worth a shit while we were growing up anyway. All they did was take your side. If you broke a lamp, it somehow was my fault. If you broke your arm, somehow it was my fault. Blah, blah, blah! It's all just fuel to the fire Matt. It's all just fueling me to my victory on Thursday night. Good luck little bro. Because you're going to need it. I just can't wait, to wake up on Thursday, knowing that I am going to ruin your life, like you have ruined mine all these years. And that your precious office at the FFP Headquarters, will belong to me, and have all of these beautiful pictures on the walls.
Hell, after I run you out, I may just name myself the FFP World Champion as well. Why the hell not?! Once you're gone, I'm going to do whatever the hell I want, and Matt, like I've said before, and I'll probably say again, there isn't a damn thing that you can do about it. See ya buddy. Enjoy your last days as President. Because after Thursday, it's going to be mine!
[Chris now stands from the leather chair, staring into the camera, still with very much intensity in his eyes. He freezes for a moment, almost like he's trying to send a message to his big brother right through the camera. Then he finally turns his attention elsewhere, and storms off, leaving the camera viewing part of the leather chair, part of the wooden desk, and a picture of Chris up on the wall, holding one of the championships he had one in his past...without Matt's help by the way.]
Chris is sitting back, relaxing, in the comfy leather chair, with his arms crossed over his chest, and his feet kicked up on the desk, showing off his black socks, along with his expensive black shoes. You know he's want us to note that they're expensive, so there you go.
His hair is gelled perfectly, and he looks so happy, sitting, mocking his big brother. He, along with everyone else, knew that something like this would happen. It would have to. Because Matt and Chris Kraven can't coexist. They can't stay in the same room together, they can't stay in the same wrestling promotion together. And Thursday night at Hail to the Victors, that changes. Because they will engage in a match, where the winner stays, and the loser leaves. That's right, the loser leaves FFP. The loser leaves, Matt's creation, Full Force Pro. And how nice will it be, that Chris Kraven, will get to defeat his older brother, and force him out of his own creation?! Life is just beautiful, isn't it?]
Chris Kraven: Well, well, well, the time has finally come Matthew. The time has finally come, where you and I will face off, and prove once and for all, who the better of the Kravens is. I'll give you a hint...IT'S ME! You see Matt, you've known this for a long time. But mom and dad, were always stuck on the Matt Kraven kool-aid. XWA was stuck on the Matt Kraven kool-aid. And all these stupid ass fans are stuck on your shitty-ass kool-aid. Matt, Thursday night, you will come to the arena, you'll announce that you're there via Twitter, you'll shake everyone's hand, and play the nice-President role, and then your music hits. You walk out there, knowing damn well, that your little-brother is going to beat you. My music hits, BOOM, you know it's coming! Then in about four minutes....maybe five, I'm going to pin your ass for the win. Then you'll do what so many have done in the past. You'll wake up, realize that your little dream is over, and then cry in front of thousands of people in Madison Square Garden, and millions on pay-per-view.
And Matt, IT'S ALL GOING TO BE BECAUSE OF ME! I'm going to retire you, from your creation! I'm going to force you out of Full Force Pro, and there is not a damn thing that you, mom, dad, or Barack Obama can do about it!
[With each word, Chris's intensity grows. By now, Chris has dropped his feet from the desk. Now he's leaning forward, on the edge of the leather chair, shoving his face into the view of the camera.]
Chris Kraven: I'll admit Matt. This FFP thing, has went way longer than I thought. I figured it would be a flash in the pan. But it's become a big deal. It's worldwide. It's pay-per-views. It's money. But, I'm making you leave brother. And after I rid your fed, of you...Kimmy will take over, and when she takes over, she'll appoint me the new President. And finally, I will be the brother that is the successful one. I'll be the brother with the fame and the fortune. I'll be the brother that our parents loves the most, because I'll be better!
Actually, they'll probably still side with you, but, you know, screw them. They weren't worth a shit while we were growing up anyway. All they did was take your side. If you broke a lamp, it somehow was my fault. If you broke your arm, somehow it was my fault. Blah, blah, blah! It's all just fuel to the fire Matt. It's all just fueling me to my victory on Thursday night. Good luck little bro. Because you're going to need it. I just can't wait, to wake up on Thursday, knowing that I am going to ruin your life, like you have ruined mine all these years. And that your precious office at the FFP Headquarters, will belong to me, and have all of these beautiful pictures on the walls.
Hell, after I run you out, I may just name myself the FFP World Champion as well. Why the hell not?! Once you're gone, I'm going to do whatever the hell I want, and Matt, like I've said before, and I'll probably say again, there isn't a damn thing that you can do about it. See ya buddy. Enjoy your last days as President. Because after Thursday, it's going to be mine!
[Chris now stands from the leather chair, staring into the camera, still with very much intensity in his eyes. He freezes for a moment, almost like he's trying to send a message to his big brother right through the camera. Then he finally turns his attention elsewhere, and storms off, leaving the camera viewing part of the leather chair, part of the wooden desk, and a picture of Chris up on the wall, holding one of the championships he had one in his past...without Matt's help by the way.]
