Post by Johnny Arsenic on Apr 9, 2007 15:19:17 GMT -5
A picture is worth a thousand words they say. a picture can define a mood of a person,make them happy,sad,mad. But when looking at this picture, what do you feel? Is it sadness or is it anger?. To some this picture defines hatred to the point they would want to burn a picture like this. But to one man, this picture defines the words of happiness and father-figure.
Viktor Maunderov standing in front of the picture, observing it with great interest in a basement with the Soviet flag to the left of this picture. The basement is decorated with old war medals from past generations of his family, old articles of news print dating back to 1920s. Alot of Stalin pictures. Maunderov crosses his arms and tilts his head while still observing every technique of this picture.
Joseph Stalin was the greatest ruler of my homeland. He brought fear into peoples eyes, he demanded respect and he succeeded in doing that. He arrested his competition, eliminating his foes by killing,torturing and executing them and millions of other disrespectful human-beings.He was the inspiration that I truly needed.He was a true man I could look up to like a fatherhood figure.
Viktor uncrosses his arms and picks up a large laminated photograph. Viktor looks down upon it.
Stalin's death may have been in 1953 but his legacy will never be forgotten.
Viktor places the laminated photograph back down on an old wooden table.
But I will continue his destructible path here in the WFWF.
Viktor turns to the Soviet flag. Touches it, running his hands through the red colored material. Then gently rubs the hammer and the sickle. While still touching the flag he jolts his head and with a sadistic look on his face begins to speak.
The terror regime that he launched when he was the ruler will be nothing compared to what my terror regime will be like. Everyone who is not with me, you're going to be executed single-handedly by me. Starting with Dane Christian.
Viktor takes his hands off of the Soviet flag and turns around with a wrathful look on his face.
Dane Christian, you've placed yourself into your own personal hell. You won a battle royal but yet when you were standing with your arm raised in the middle of the ring, you had no idea of what was going to happen next with you. When I came out to confront you that you will be my first victim of my terror regime, I could see the fear in your eyes. I know what was running through your head. Ever since you were a little boy growing up while people were telling you that you're nothing and not going anywhere in life except for the gutter, you were thinking maybe they are right. You were thinking that what you just got yourself into was something that you couldn't hide from. You damn well know that you're nothing but a piece of American crap just like America's president.
Viktor turns his attention to a championship belt that he had won before coming to the WFWF. The gold championship main plate has a blue world with a center-piece of the Soviet flag and around the top part of the belt it reads "Soviet Union World Heavyweight Championship." Viktor takes the belt off the wall and puts it out in front of him looking at it. He places the belt on his right shoulder and speaks.
Dane, an announcement for a X-Breed Championship was just announced not too long ago. I want that title around my waist. I will get that belt once I go through you. Once the bell has sounded and I'am declared the victor. I will personally eliminate you from any type of contention for the chance for that belt.
Viktor place the belt back onto the wall but the belt wont hold up on the wall. He looks down onto the floor and picks a hammer up to hammer the belt back onto the wall. Viktor looks at the hammer and sets his eyes on the hammer, not taking one blink. And disturbingly speaks.
You better be on your knees praying that come the All American Hardcore match, you will walk out breathing. This match will be extremely barbaric. I guarantee you that I will take this hammer in my hands and I will knock you into oblivion. There will be tons of blood lost mainly coming from your skull courtesy of me. In this match your life will be in my hands.
The scene fades to black with Viktor Maunderov gently hitting the hammer on his palm laughing.
Viktor Maunderov standing in front of the picture, observing it with great interest in a basement with the Soviet flag to the left of this picture. The basement is decorated with old war medals from past generations of his family, old articles of news print dating back to 1920s. Alot of Stalin pictures. Maunderov crosses his arms and tilts his head while still observing every technique of this picture.
Joseph Stalin was the greatest ruler of my homeland. He brought fear into peoples eyes, he demanded respect and he succeeded in doing that. He arrested his competition, eliminating his foes by killing,torturing and executing them and millions of other disrespectful human-beings.He was the inspiration that I truly needed.He was a true man I could look up to like a fatherhood figure.
Viktor uncrosses his arms and picks up a large laminated photograph. Viktor looks down upon it.
Stalin's death may have been in 1953 but his legacy will never be forgotten.
Viktor places the laminated photograph back down on an old wooden table.
But I will continue his destructible path here in the WFWF.
Viktor turns to the Soviet flag. Touches it, running his hands through the red colored material. Then gently rubs the hammer and the sickle. While still touching the flag he jolts his head and with a sadistic look on his face begins to speak.
The terror regime that he launched when he was the ruler will be nothing compared to what my terror regime will be like. Everyone who is not with me, you're going to be executed single-handedly by me. Starting with Dane Christian.
Viktor takes his hands off of the Soviet flag and turns around with a wrathful look on his face.
Dane Christian, you've placed yourself into your own personal hell. You won a battle royal but yet when you were standing with your arm raised in the middle of the ring, you had no idea of what was going to happen next with you. When I came out to confront you that you will be my first victim of my terror regime, I could see the fear in your eyes. I know what was running through your head. Ever since you were a little boy growing up while people were telling you that you're nothing and not going anywhere in life except for the gutter, you were thinking maybe they are right. You were thinking that what you just got yourself into was something that you couldn't hide from. You damn well know that you're nothing but a piece of American crap just like America's president.
Viktor turns his attention to a championship belt that he had won before coming to the WFWF. The gold championship main plate has a blue world with a center-piece of the Soviet flag and around the top part of the belt it reads "Soviet Union World Heavyweight Championship." Viktor takes the belt off the wall and puts it out in front of him looking at it. He places the belt on his right shoulder and speaks.
Dane, an announcement for a X-Breed Championship was just announced not too long ago. I want that title around my waist. I will get that belt once I go through you. Once the bell has sounded and I'am declared the victor. I will personally eliminate you from any type of contention for the chance for that belt.
Viktor place the belt back onto the wall but the belt wont hold up on the wall. He looks down onto the floor and picks a hammer up to hammer the belt back onto the wall. Viktor looks at the hammer and sets his eyes on the hammer, not taking one blink. And disturbingly speaks.
You better be on your knees praying that come the All American Hardcore match, you will walk out breathing. This match will be extremely barbaric. I guarantee you that I will take this hammer in my hands and I will knock you into oblivion. There will be tons of blood lost mainly coming from your skull courtesy of me. In this match your life will be in my hands.
The scene fades to black with Viktor Maunderov gently hitting the hammer on his palm laughing.
