Post by koro on Jun 9, 2016 21:56:22 GMT -5
On a warm, late spring day, the sun glows high overhead. The grass is green and neatly trimmed. Jutting out of the grass, a marble monument stands as a silent memorial. The inscription says simply “Tina Malone: Beloved Wife and Mother.” A pair of huge, black leather boots stomps over to the gravestone, kneels briefly and lays a single white lily at the base of the marker.
With a grunt, Koro stands back up and brushes the dirt from his black trousers. He quickly buttons the middle button of his Alexandre Plokhov jacket. As he starts to turn and walk away, he is interrupted by his personal assistant, chauffeur, attorney, and karaoke partner Detroit Pete. “Gone too soon, Mister Koro, sir?”
“Nyet, Detroit Pete. Gone at just the right time,” Koro smiles. “Tina Malone is wife for Gray Malone.”
“Never heard of him, sir.” Detroit Pete chirps.
Koro nods. “Gray Malone is member of Damage Inc. and Angelz of Destruction.”
Detroit Pete stares blankly. “I know some of those are words, but I don’t think they mean anything, sir.”
Koro literally squeals with glee. “Koro knowing this! Koro looking at the Googles and it saying nothing. Damage Inc helping clean up New York after famous American superhero Spider-Man fightinged bad guys, but Koro not thinking Gray Malone is part of this group of heroes.”
Koro scowls as he continues, “Gray Malone keep talking that he will bringing devastation to NGW!”
He opens his eyes wide and drops his jaw, waving his hands in exaggerated horror. “Da, maybe you bringing devastation after you winning something, huh?”
Pete laughs, “Oh, that guy! What’s his record now? 0-3?”
“Da, Detroit Pete! Gray Malone may have been big deal scary man in his hometown of Scary Monster Town, but he cannot winning anything at NGW! He is loser!”
Koro laughs hard for a moment, until tears begin to stream down his face. He grabs a tissue from his pocket. He wipes his face quickly then blows his nose loudly. Still chuckling, he drops the tissue on the grave. “Koro has not winning fights before, but Koro am still winner. Gray Malone is just sad little American loser. He keep talking the words about big plan for Angelz Of Destruction and all they standing for, but does he ever saying what this plan is? Does he ever saying what they is standing for? Nyet! Is all words! So many empty words.”
Koro throws his hands up in frustration. “You knowing who Gray Malone is, Detroit Pete? Gray Malone is little teenager child with black painted fingernails and long swoopy hair! He is, how you say, Elmo?”
“Emo, sir.”
“Da, Elmo. Is Elmo child with big ideas and no power to making them come true. Koro having big ideas. Koro thinking only about how to winning titles and take American money,” Koro flexes his bicep, muscles testing the limits of Russian tailoring, “but Koro having plenty of power to making this dream reality.”
Detroit Pete nods in agreement. The pair stand in silence for a moment, looking at the headstone in front of them. Koro takes a bag of Funyuns from his jacket pocket and loudly munches on them, tossing his trash next to the previously discarded tissues.
After a moment, Detroit Pete meekly asks, “Sir, why are we here though? At his wife’s grave?”
The smile on Koro’s face turns colder, as though he is baring his teeth before lunging at someone’s throat. “Poor Tina Malone was killed. Very sad. But Tina Malone lucky that she not having to watch her weak, sad little husband get beaten again and again and again!”
Pete nods slightly, “Yeah, that guy sucks, sure, but I still don’t get why we came out here?”
Koro leans his massive frame against the headstone. “Maybe Tina Malone deserving to see what real wrestler looking like, da? Not her loser, big-talk husband, but real man who will breaking Gray Malone! Koro will showing him devastation! Not just empty words, but broken bones and missing teeth! Maybe Damage Inc can repairing what Koro will do to him, but they have never seeing destruction like what Koro will do at next Vendetta show!”
With a grunt, Koro stands back up and brushes the dirt from his black trousers. He quickly buttons the middle button of his Alexandre Plokhov jacket. As he starts to turn and walk away, he is interrupted by his personal assistant, chauffeur, attorney, and karaoke partner Detroit Pete. “Gone too soon, Mister Koro, sir?”
“Nyet, Detroit Pete. Gone at just the right time,” Koro smiles. “Tina Malone is wife for Gray Malone.”
“Never heard of him, sir.” Detroit Pete chirps.
Koro nods. “Gray Malone is member of Damage Inc. and Angelz of Destruction.”
Detroit Pete stares blankly. “I know some of those are words, but I don’t think they mean anything, sir.”
Koro literally squeals with glee. “Koro knowing this! Koro looking at the Googles and it saying nothing. Damage Inc helping clean up New York after famous American superhero Spider-Man fightinged bad guys, but Koro not thinking Gray Malone is part of this group of heroes.”
Koro scowls as he continues, “Gray Malone keep talking that he will bringing devastation to NGW!”
He opens his eyes wide and drops his jaw, waving his hands in exaggerated horror. “Da, maybe you bringing devastation after you winning something, huh?”
Pete laughs, “Oh, that guy! What’s his record now? 0-3?”
“Da, Detroit Pete! Gray Malone may have been big deal scary man in his hometown of Scary Monster Town, but he cannot winning anything at NGW! He is loser!”
Koro laughs hard for a moment, until tears begin to stream down his face. He grabs a tissue from his pocket. He wipes his face quickly then blows his nose loudly. Still chuckling, he drops the tissue on the grave. “Koro has not winning fights before, but Koro am still winner. Gray Malone is just sad little American loser. He keep talking the words about big plan for Angelz Of Destruction and all they standing for, but does he ever saying what this plan is? Does he ever saying what they is standing for? Nyet! Is all words! So many empty words.”
Koro throws his hands up in frustration. “You knowing who Gray Malone is, Detroit Pete? Gray Malone is little teenager child with black painted fingernails and long swoopy hair! He is, how you say, Elmo?”
“Emo, sir.”
“Da, Elmo. Is Elmo child with big ideas and no power to making them come true. Koro having big ideas. Koro thinking only about how to winning titles and take American money,” Koro flexes his bicep, muscles testing the limits of Russian tailoring, “but Koro having plenty of power to making this dream reality.”
Detroit Pete nods in agreement. The pair stand in silence for a moment, looking at the headstone in front of them. Koro takes a bag of Funyuns from his jacket pocket and loudly munches on them, tossing his trash next to the previously discarded tissues.
After a moment, Detroit Pete meekly asks, “Sir, why are we here though? At his wife’s grave?”
The smile on Koro’s face turns colder, as though he is baring his teeth before lunging at someone’s throat. “Poor Tina Malone was killed. Very sad. But Tina Malone lucky that she not having to watch her weak, sad little husband get beaten again and again and again!”
Pete nods slightly, “Yeah, that guy sucks, sure, but I still don’t get why we came out here?”
Koro leans his massive frame against the headstone. “Maybe Tina Malone deserving to see what real wrestler looking like, da? Not her loser, big-talk husband, but real man who will breaking Gray Malone! Koro will showing him devastation! Not just empty words, but broken bones and missing teeth! Maybe Damage Inc can repairing what Koro will do to him, but they have never seeing destruction like what Koro will do at next Vendetta show!”