Post by Kurt Newman on Aug 12, 2012 22:22:43 GMT -5
~The scene begins as myself (the sexy stud that I always am) and Ashley (so sharp that she can cut your throat with just a look) are making our way towards the ring. Dressed in my wrestling gear, I do some last minute stretches before my match. Ashley on the other hand is dressed up in a red business suit and doing something on her phone. Maybe looking at porn, who knows? The two of us are silent though as we walk down the hall way towards the ring…….well it’s broken by Ashley as she asks me a question.
Ashley: “You want to talk about it?”
~Damn it, I’m trying to get mentally prepared for this match and she wants to bring it up now? I look over at Ashley and shake my head in disagreement.
Kurt Newman: “Nope.”
Ashley: “Not even a little?”
Kurt Newman: “Not even a tiny bit?”
Ashley: “Come on! I have to know why?”
Kurt Newman: “No idea what you’re talking about Ash.”
Ashley: “You know what I’m talking about Kurt. I didn’t mean to walk in on it but what was the deal with the……well you know.”
Kurt Newman: “I was technically drunk so I sooooooo get a pass for acting like an idiot.”
Ashley: “Oh come on Kurt. The truth always comes out more when you’re drunk.”
~What we’re talking about, if you’re wondering, happen the other night. Don’t want to get to in depth with it, mostly because of the little kids at home…….but if you must know, Ashley walked in on me while I was having a little personal time. Like I said, don’t want to get to in depth with it……but what she saw involved a donkey, a girl dressed in a Little Bo Peep costume, and pickles……..don’t ask.
Kurt Newman: “I wasn’t in the right state of mind Ashley, that’s it.”
~Ashley just smiles and gives me that look of “You’re such a freak.” I bite my lips and look forward as we continue to make our way towards the ring.
Kurt Newman: “Shut up.”
Ashley: “I didn’t say anything.”
Kurt Newman: “You said it with your eyes.”
~As we continue our way down the hall, a camera crew makes its way towards us and begins to record. Not stopping, I begin a promo.
Kurt Newman: “Kurt Newman is in the house yall. He’s here to break hearts, steal kisses, and make guys with no necks who wear masks to cover up their oogly ass faces feel the hard mat underneath theirfeet. I’m the talk of the MPW on a daily basis because I perform moves that blow people’s minds. My promos are more entertaining than an Adam Sandler movie. And I got a face your mother loves. There’s always going to be haters though that are either jealous of my wrestling skills, envious on how smooth my voice is, and spiteful on how manly I look. That’s ok though, I don’t mind being hated for being so awesome. I see it as a goal, for everyone who wants to be just like me, to try to match up with my awesomeness because there are plenty of people who want to change their life because their own life’s are just pitiful. I bring inspiration to so many people. So I can see why people are jealous.”
“Enigma, it seems like you need a hug. You just need a big old hug and cry on someone’s shoulder to let all that anger and douche baggery out that you have bottled up inside. It’s ok to be a happy individual. It’s ok to see the brighter things in life. I can understand why you hate so much. I mean, I’d hate everyone also if I had to wear that mask on your face. I mean seriously, why do you have that mask on to begin with? Are your teeth all fucked up like some Hill Billie Red Neck? It’s ok if you only have one or two teeth. You can tell me, it’ll just stay between the two of us, I swear. See Enigma, I know you want to help me be that mean and nasty individual that everyone is. But I’m actually happy with my life, Scouts Honor. You on the other hand. Let me help you out. Let me help you be that party animal that I know you truly want to be. Let me help you be that drunk where you wake up in the middle of a cornfield, naked, with a female midget cuddling next to you. That actually happen to me once. Still trying to figure out what happen that night. Anyways, let me help you be the awesome individual that I know you want to be Enigma.”
The smile on Kurt’s face soon goes away as a more serious expression takes over.
Kurt Newman: “But……if you want me to be that cold blooded killer that you say I am. I can be that to. I can be a psychopathic nutbag with a few screws loose. I mean everyone has their downers in life. Depression consumes us a few times in life, and I can say I’ve had my days. So if you want me to continuously punch you in the face, time and time and time and time again until I see the mat, then fine Enigma. You want to see just how sick Kurt Newman can be? Find. I’ll rip into your chest, pull your soul out, and rape the fucking hell out of it until I cut its throat and watch and laugh as the blood oozes out of your souls throat and flow down your body like a river. You don’t know where the hell I’ve been Enigma. You have no idea where I’ve been.”
I can’t help but laugh a sinister laugh as I start to loose myself in the madness. I stop though and begin to cough as I breathe in funny. I lean over try to regain my exposure. Standing back up, the smile comes back on my face as I continue the promo.
Kurt Newman: “Woooo, lost it there for a second. I’m cool now guys. Anyways Enigma, I don’t know why you’re the way that you are. Maybe daddy didn’t throw the old pig skin with you and help you build your first pinewood car in Boy Scotts. Maybe mommy didn’t let you sip on her nipple enough or never gave you that Easy Bake Oven that you oh so wanted as a child. Or maybe your older sister or brother depants you in the middle of a mall or threw you in an ant hill. Whatever the reason is, I hope I’ll slap some sense into that bald head of yours and see that life just aint that bad.”
“As for you John, I hope you know that you are waaaaaaaaaaaaaay over your head in this match. I mean I know you really want to win and show that you actually mean something here in MPW, but you’re just not ready to wrestle with the big boys yet. So I hope you learn a thing or two at least from this match. That you actually listened very carefully to what I’ve been telling you now for the past few days, and finally understand that you still have a lot to learn. Good luck though John, because you’re really going to need it.”
Infection by the Bellrays can be heard throughout the arena as I make my way to the stage. Ashley hands me my pair of aviator glasses. I place them over my eyes and quickly place my right knee on the ground and do a quick prayer before standing back up and looking back at the camera.
Kurt Newman: “Try as you will, but Kurt Newman will be dominating this match just like he dominates in the bed room.”
A smile comes to my face as I push the curtains away and make my way out to the arena. The camera is blinded with the amount of flash bulbs going off as I make my ring to the ring. The cheering of fans sends goose bumps up my spine as the scene ends.
~End Scene
Ashley: “You want to talk about it?”
~Damn it, I’m trying to get mentally prepared for this match and she wants to bring it up now? I look over at Ashley and shake my head in disagreement.
Kurt Newman: “Nope.”
Ashley: “Not even a little?”
Kurt Newman: “Not even a tiny bit?”
Ashley: “Come on! I have to know why?”
Kurt Newman: “No idea what you’re talking about Ash.”
Ashley: “You know what I’m talking about Kurt. I didn’t mean to walk in on it but what was the deal with the……well you know.”
Kurt Newman: “I was technically drunk so I sooooooo get a pass for acting like an idiot.”
Ashley: “Oh come on Kurt. The truth always comes out more when you’re drunk.”
~What we’re talking about, if you’re wondering, happen the other night. Don’t want to get to in depth with it, mostly because of the little kids at home…….but if you must know, Ashley walked in on me while I was having a little personal time. Like I said, don’t want to get to in depth with it……but what she saw involved a donkey, a girl dressed in a Little Bo Peep costume, and pickles……..don’t ask.
Kurt Newman: “I wasn’t in the right state of mind Ashley, that’s it.”
~Ashley just smiles and gives me that look of “You’re such a freak.” I bite my lips and look forward as we continue to make our way towards the ring.
Kurt Newman: “Shut up.”
Ashley: “I didn’t say anything.”
Kurt Newman: “You said it with your eyes.”
~As we continue our way down the hall, a camera crew makes its way towards us and begins to record. Not stopping, I begin a promo.
Kurt Newman: “Kurt Newman is in the house yall. He’s here to break hearts, steal kisses, and make guys with no necks who wear masks to cover up their oogly ass faces feel the hard mat underneath theirfeet. I’m the talk of the MPW on a daily basis because I perform moves that blow people’s minds. My promos are more entertaining than an Adam Sandler movie. And I got a face your mother loves. There’s always going to be haters though that are either jealous of my wrestling skills, envious on how smooth my voice is, and spiteful on how manly I look. That’s ok though, I don’t mind being hated for being so awesome. I see it as a goal, for everyone who wants to be just like me, to try to match up with my awesomeness because there are plenty of people who want to change their life because their own life’s are just pitiful. I bring inspiration to so many people. So I can see why people are jealous.”
“Enigma, it seems like you need a hug. You just need a big old hug and cry on someone’s shoulder to let all that anger and douche baggery out that you have bottled up inside. It’s ok to be a happy individual. It’s ok to see the brighter things in life. I can understand why you hate so much. I mean, I’d hate everyone also if I had to wear that mask on your face. I mean seriously, why do you have that mask on to begin with? Are your teeth all fucked up like some Hill Billie Red Neck? It’s ok if you only have one or two teeth. You can tell me, it’ll just stay between the two of us, I swear. See Enigma, I know you want to help me be that mean and nasty individual that everyone is. But I’m actually happy with my life, Scouts Honor. You on the other hand. Let me help you out. Let me help you be that party animal that I know you truly want to be. Let me help you be that drunk where you wake up in the middle of a cornfield, naked, with a female midget cuddling next to you. That actually happen to me once. Still trying to figure out what happen that night. Anyways, let me help you be the awesome individual that I know you want to be Enigma.”
The smile on Kurt’s face soon goes away as a more serious expression takes over.
Kurt Newman: “But……if you want me to be that cold blooded killer that you say I am. I can be that to. I can be a psychopathic nutbag with a few screws loose. I mean everyone has their downers in life. Depression consumes us a few times in life, and I can say I’ve had my days. So if you want me to continuously punch you in the face, time and time and time and time again until I see the mat, then fine Enigma. You want to see just how sick Kurt Newman can be? Find. I’ll rip into your chest, pull your soul out, and rape the fucking hell out of it until I cut its throat and watch and laugh as the blood oozes out of your souls throat and flow down your body like a river. You don’t know where the hell I’ve been Enigma. You have no idea where I’ve been.”
I can’t help but laugh a sinister laugh as I start to loose myself in the madness. I stop though and begin to cough as I breathe in funny. I lean over try to regain my exposure. Standing back up, the smile comes back on my face as I continue the promo.
Kurt Newman: “Woooo, lost it there for a second. I’m cool now guys. Anyways Enigma, I don’t know why you’re the way that you are. Maybe daddy didn’t throw the old pig skin with you and help you build your first pinewood car in Boy Scotts. Maybe mommy didn’t let you sip on her nipple enough or never gave you that Easy Bake Oven that you oh so wanted as a child. Or maybe your older sister or brother depants you in the middle of a mall or threw you in an ant hill. Whatever the reason is, I hope I’ll slap some sense into that bald head of yours and see that life just aint that bad.”
“As for you John, I hope you know that you are waaaaaaaaaaaaaay over your head in this match. I mean I know you really want to win and show that you actually mean something here in MPW, but you’re just not ready to wrestle with the big boys yet. So I hope you learn a thing or two at least from this match. That you actually listened very carefully to what I’ve been telling you now for the past few days, and finally understand that you still have a lot to learn. Good luck though John, because you’re really going to need it.”
Infection by the Bellrays can be heard throughout the arena as I make my way to the stage. Ashley hands me my pair of aviator glasses. I place them over my eyes and quickly place my right knee on the ground and do a quick prayer before standing back up and looking back at the camera.
Kurt Newman: “Try as you will, but Kurt Newman will be dominating this match just like he dominates in the bed room.”
A smile comes to my face as I push the curtains away and make my way out to the arena. The camera is blinded with the amount of flash bulbs going off as I make my ring to the ring. The cheering of fans sends goose bumps up my spine as the scene ends.
~End Scene
