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October 6th, 2006, 10:22 PM
Sometime during Dawn of Destiny we're brought backstage to a crappy looking locker room...and there we see a man sitting there watching last week's show, "The Future Is Now" on it. It's showing the Nicolas Smirnov vs. Blake Straker match. And in it, we see.
Smirnov turns around, walking right into the Soul-Crusher! Straker wastes no time in applying a jujigatame armbreaker afterwards, really wrenching on the joint of Smirnov, trying to hyperextend the elbow! Smirnov tries to roll out, but Straker begins scraping his face with the boot. Nicolas rolls onto his front, locking his arms together, and attempts lifting Straker, but Blake quickly unwraps his leg and locks it around Nicolas’ neck, applying a triangle choke! Smirnov has nowhere to go and is draining fast. He taps almost instantly to the submission As soon as we see Smirnov tap, we see the person who was watching it, whose face is now visible and he's recognized as the man who tapped out on TV, Nicolas Smirnov, throws an object into the TV, breaking it and destroying it. He then looks angry, and speaks.
Nicolas Smirnov
Every day. Every day since that night, I've had to deal with that. My first loss. My first defeat. It was bad enough for me to even mingle and wrestle in a **** hole like this, but then lose? At the hands of some washed up businessman? This is what I've been reduced too. A loser...a person who could not wrestle his way out of a match. This crappy two-bit piece of **** Indy Fed’s making me look bad, ME! Nicolas Smirnov. I get begged to join this company, just to provide it with some stat power.. and then, I lose to some chump. What's worse is I have to put up with this everywhere. Everywhere I go, people ask me how I lost. F**k that. I’m still the best, no matter wh-
Smirnov turns around too see some random Jobber put his bag on the ground, and get ready as he's probably wrestling or getting squashed next, seeing how he's Lil Finga's replacement.
Nicolas Smirnov
Hey! WHAT THE F**K DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING HERE???
Jobber
Uhh..I'm getting ready...this is the general locker room...for every-
Nicolas Smirnov
I don’t give an S**T WHAT IT IS. THIS IS MY PLACE, MY LOCKER ROOM, AND I'M USING IT NOW! SO GET THE F**K OUT!
He then stares at the person, who looks visibly shaken, who quickly exits and leaves the room.
Nicolas Smirnov
General Locker Room...For everyone? F**k this s**t. Tonight Blake Straker, I'm going to get revenge for what you've done to me. I will humiliate you, beat you to an inch of your life...and then leave you begging for mercy at my feet. As for the supporting cast? They can watch all they want. Tyler Hart, as long as you don't get in my way, me and you are fine. Let me handle my business. And you can keep your little Picasso out of my way too, Straker, or else I'll end up destroying him. Just like what I'll do to you.
He then gets up and leaves. As he's walking out, he kicks some equipment out of his way.
Nicolas Smirnov
I need to get the F**k out of this dump. Its f**king embarrassing...
He then leaves the room, as we cut to a commercial break.
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Honestly, My worst promo ever. Just didn't feel like going into a lot...no excuses though.
Comments are always appreciated.
Smirnov turns around, walking right into the Soul-Crusher! Straker wastes no time in applying a jujigatame armbreaker afterwards, really wrenching on the joint of Smirnov, trying to hyperextend the elbow! Smirnov tries to roll out, but Straker begins scraping his face with the boot. Nicolas rolls onto his front, locking his arms together, and attempts lifting Straker, but Blake quickly unwraps his leg and locks it around Nicolas’ neck, applying a triangle choke! Smirnov has nowhere to go and is draining fast. He taps almost instantly to the submission As soon as we see Smirnov tap, we see the person who was watching it, whose face is now visible and he's recognized as the man who tapped out on TV, Nicolas Smirnov, throws an object into the TV, breaking it and destroying it. He then looks angry, and speaks.
Nicolas Smirnov
Every day. Every day since that night, I've had to deal with that. My first loss. My first defeat. It was bad enough for me to even mingle and wrestle in a **** hole like this, but then lose? At the hands of some washed up businessman? This is what I've been reduced too. A loser...a person who could not wrestle his way out of a match. This crappy two-bit piece of **** Indy Fed’s making me look bad, ME! Nicolas Smirnov. I get begged to join this company, just to provide it with some stat power.. and then, I lose to some chump. What's worse is I have to put up with this everywhere. Everywhere I go, people ask me how I lost. F**k that. I’m still the best, no matter wh-
Smirnov turns around too see some random Jobber put his bag on the ground, and get ready as he's probably wrestling or getting squashed next, seeing how he's Lil Finga's replacement.
Nicolas Smirnov
Hey! WHAT THE F**K DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING HERE???
Jobber
Uhh..I'm getting ready...this is the general locker room...for every-
Nicolas Smirnov
I don’t give an S**T WHAT IT IS. THIS IS MY PLACE, MY LOCKER ROOM, AND I'M USING IT NOW! SO GET THE F**K OUT!
He then stares at the person, who looks visibly shaken, who quickly exits and leaves the room.
Nicolas Smirnov
General Locker Room...For everyone? F**k this s**t. Tonight Blake Straker, I'm going to get revenge for what you've done to me. I will humiliate you, beat you to an inch of your life...and then leave you begging for mercy at my feet. As for the supporting cast? They can watch all they want. Tyler Hart, as long as you don't get in my way, me and you are fine. Let me handle my business. And you can keep your little Picasso out of my way too, Straker, or else I'll end up destroying him. Just like what I'll do to you.
He then gets up and leaves. As he's walking out, he kicks some equipment out of his way.
Nicolas Smirnov
I need to get the F**k out of this dump. Its f**king embarrassing...
He then leaves the room, as we cut to a commercial break.
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Honestly, My worst promo ever. Just didn't feel like going into a lot...no excuses though.
Comments are always appreciated.