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September 27th, 2006, 05:54 PM
After we come back from a commercial, we're shown a video of the famous, Nicolas Smirnov in a nightclub, somewhere in Philadelphia. He's seen talking to a few girls, but is soon disinterested as they all appear as filthy gold-diggers. He then walks up to the bar and takes a seat.
Bartender:
Hey Boss, what'll it be?
Smirnov is then seen smiling, perhaps amused by this man's ignorance, as he does not know who he is.
Nicolas Smirnov
Well, What do you have?
Bartender
Well, we have all kindsa stuff. Budweiser, Heinekein, BudLight, Miller Lite, Bacardi..
Smirnov then cuts him off before he finishes listing the various crappy beers.
Nicolas Smirnov
What the hell is this crap? Do you have any real drinks? any Vodka? Smirnov Ice?
Bartender
Well, We do have Sam Adams Light..
Nicolas Smirnov
Sam Adams? SAM ADAMS? DO I LOOK like a Sam Adams Light man?
Bartender
Well I was..
Smirnov then interrupts him, obviously pissed off by this stupid Bartender and the Clubs horrible drinks selection.
Nicolas Smirnov
It doesn't matter. SAM ****ING ADAMS? GET THE **** OUT OF MY FACE!
He then picks up his cane..appears to move and walk away, but quickly turns around and whacks the Bartender in the face, knocking him out, as people around him are aghast and horrified by this. He then looks into the camera and continues.
Nicolas Smirnov
Now, This is the kind of Shi**y this city has. Cheap disgusting beer for low life middle class rednecks. I was hoping, that when I came to wrestle here..maybe I would get some competition, Someone who...would perhaps come close to matching my skills. But instead I get put in a match against some has been. Some fake rich boy who apparently lost all his money, when his fiancee dumped him. Some comedian, who's only good at cracking jokes.
Well, Tonight, when I crack him in half..I'll be the one laughing. You see Blake, you're just washed up. Having nothing in this world. A person who used to think reading the Wall Street Journal, Playing Golf and drinking cappucinos made you look knowledgable and somehow better than others. But no, you're wrong.
Smirnov looks around for something to drink...and quickly takes a sip of the Sam Adams Light sitting on the counter.
Nicolas Smirnov
Now, where were we? Ah yes..Blake Straker. Gone from being a respectable person in society to a lowly reptile. See Blake, you need to learn to control your life, like someone great...like...Me. I have a million dollar business, I'm one of the best wrestlers in the world, and I am in perfect shape. You should look upto me as your role model...Hey, maybe after I beat you senseless, I could give you a couple of tips..or even give you a tip.
So Blake, when you think you have nothing to lose in the world, I'll beat you and then leave you in the corner to live the pathetic life you now have. Tonight Blake, you'll face everything you ever wished you could be.
With that, Smirnov then gets up, walks away from the bar and out of the club, kicking the fallen Bartender away from him as he leaves. We then cut back to the Arena to continue with our program.
Meh..I wrote a lot more in the end, and better..but it got deleted. (Didn't save) So It sucks.
Comments are always appreciated.
Bartender:
Hey Boss, what'll it be?
Smirnov is then seen smiling, perhaps amused by this man's ignorance, as he does not know who he is.
Nicolas Smirnov
Well, What do you have?
Bartender
Well, we have all kindsa stuff. Budweiser, Heinekein, BudLight, Miller Lite, Bacardi..
Smirnov then cuts him off before he finishes listing the various crappy beers.
Nicolas Smirnov
What the hell is this crap? Do you have any real drinks? any Vodka? Smirnov Ice?
Bartender
Well, We do have Sam Adams Light..
Nicolas Smirnov
Sam Adams? SAM ADAMS? DO I LOOK like a Sam Adams Light man?
Bartender
Well I was..
Smirnov then interrupts him, obviously pissed off by this stupid Bartender and the Clubs horrible drinks selection.
Nicolas Smirnov
It doesn't matter. SAM ****ING ADAMS? GET THE **** OUT OF MY FACE!
He then picks up his cane..appears to move and walk away, but quickly turns around and whacks the Bartender in the face, knocking him out, as people around him are aghast and horrified by this. He then looks into the camera and continues.
Nicolas Smirnov
Now, This is the kind of Shi**y this city has. Cheap disgusting beer for low life middle class rednecks. I was hoping, that when I came to wrestle here..maybe I would get some competition, Someone who...would perhaps come close to matching my skills. But instead I get put in a match against some has been. Some fake rich boy who apparently lost all his money, when his fiancee dumped him. Some comedian, who's only good at cracking jokes.
Well, Tonight, when I crack him in half..I'll be the one laughing. You see Blake, you're just washed up. Having nothing in this world. A person who used to think reading the Wall Street Journal, Playing Golf and drinking cappucinos made you look knowledgable and somehow better than others. But no, you're wrong.
Smirnov looks around for something to drink...and quickly takes a sip of the Sam Adams Light sitting on the counter.
Nicolas Smirnov
Now, where were we? Ah yes..Blake Straker. Gone from being a respectable person in society to a lowly reptile. See Blake, you need to learn to control your life, like someone great...like...Me. I have a million dollar business, I'm one of the best wrestlers in the world, and I am in perfect shape. You should look upto me as your role model...Hey, maybe after I beat you senseless, I could give you a couple of tips..or even give you a tip.
So Blake, when you think you have nothing to lose in the world, I'll beat you and then leave you in the corner to live the pathetic life you now have. Tonight Blake, you'll face everything you ever wished you could be.
With that, Smirnov then gets up, walks away from the bar and out of the club, kicking the fallen Bartender away from him as he leaves. We then cut back to the Arena to continue with our program.
Meh..I wrote a lot more in the end, and better..but it got deleted. (Didn't save) So It sucks.
Comments are always appreciated.