Post by Dream Shqiptare on Jan 19, 2013 21:55:11 GMT 1
On the road to Boston University early in the morning. Sipping on a cup of coffee, the Albanian Dream seems rather relaxed sitting in the backseat of his agent's car. Although he isn't too thrilled about the reason for being up so early.
"So Endri. Today's the big day. Just hours away from the big match. Are you excited?
"Excited? No. Impatient? Yes. That title is mine."
"That's the spirit! But first things first, we need to let your opponent know exactly who he's dealing with."
"Is that why you interrupted my training schedule? To shoot another pointless promo?"
"Uhh well, I..."
Endri takes a sip from his drink.
"Too much talk. Words are weak. It's what you do in the ring that matters."
"I understand big guy, but we need to hype this match as much as possible. The more hype there is, the more people will pay attention to the big fight!"
"That doesn't matter to me. All you Americans want to do is talk and talk. That's why no American has managed to defeat me yet. I don't jibber on like some idiot, when I say something I mean it, and I always follow through what I say."
"Uhh yeah...oh look at that! We're here!"
The car parks in the parking lot outside Boston University. Endri steps out and gazes at the building with little interest.
"This is it? This is the famous Boston University? The big pay-per-view will be held here? Hardly the arena to host a future world champion like myself, but I guess it'll do..."
He steps inside, followed shortly behind by his agent. There, he meets Daniel Kaye, who looks eager for the big show. Behind him there is a cameraman preparing his equipment.
"Hello Endri. Glad you could make it. Are you up for the show tonight?"
"I am always prepared Daniel. Now get on with it!"
Endri steps into the empty arena. He stands outside the MCCW ring in the middle of a sea of vacant chairs. He grabs the bottom rope to test its strength as the cameraman points his camera at him.
"Okay Endri, we're rolling. Whenever you're ready."
As Daniel and Endri's agent watch from behind the camera, Endri takes off his glasses, hands his coffee cup out of frame and turns around to face the camera.
"Ka ardhur koha. The time has come. Tonight, the first MCCW world champion will be crowned. Finally this company will have a true wrestler to represent it. Finally this country will have a champion to be proud of. The time has come for the Albanian Dream to show this country what wrestling really is. I shall be the greatest champion this country has ever seen. I've already proved how great I am by defeating that pitiful excuse of a world champion like the gomar he really is, and now it's time to win a title that will truly mean something in this sport."
Endri leans forward towards the camera, now with an intense look on his face.
"There is just one man now that stands in my way. Well, he's more of a punk kid than a man. A twenty two year old who has cheated his way through this entire world championship tournament. Mikey Killswitch, I am not impressed. I do not need to resort to such desperate tactics, I rely on my strength, my quickness and my wrestling skills to become victorious. You may be ambitious, but you are still young, and you still make rookie mistakes. But perhaps most laughable of all is your primary goal in your career. You are the younger brother of Kuk Killswitch, and from what I've seen from you, you seem to be more concerned with gaining his respect and living up to the expectations of your family than becoming the world champion."
He chuckles, but not much.
"You know, since coming here to the United States, I have not been faced with much competition. I started with a match against a schoolboy who claims to know every move there is and turned out that he couldn't even tie his shoelaces. I then went on to take on the reigning MPW world champion, and proved why his promotion is a joke. I defeated him so badly that he could no longer retain the title that he lost this week. But tonight, it is going to be no different. Mikey, you are the biggest joke of them all. You aspire to be just like your brother, but what exactly has your brother done? Everybody knows that what he does is not wrestling. Scrapping with one another in someone's backyard hitting each other with light tubes and cookie sheets while wrapping each other in barbed wire and shards of glass. That is not something to be proud of. Let's face it, anyone that suffers from such stupidity or lacking in the capability of thinking can do what he does for a living. And yet you want to be like him. What does that make you? A lowly shadow or a boy with a tiny brain? Either way all you aspire to be is nothing. And you can assure yourself otherwise all you want, the truth is you are nothing. Just like your brother, and just like every other loser who uses the term 'hardcore' to describe themselves to make them fail miserably at seeming like a cool guy, you are nothing."
He leans back.
"Mister Hardkore is just a name that you slap on yourself to make you seem significant in some way, but you are not. Compared to me, you are just as big a loser as those fools you had to cheat in order to get where you are now. So before you go filling your empty head with thoughts of how much you deserve to be here tonight, let me just leave you with a warning, and if you do not understand, then I guess it shows that you are just as ignorant as you are stupid and pitiful. Unë jam ëndrra shqiptare. Unë do të jetë kampioni i parë botëror. Dhe ju jeni vetëm një fëmijë. Sonte unë do t'ju shkatërronte. Nuk do të jetë asgjë që ju apo vëllai juaj do të jetë në gjendje të bëjë në lidhje me të. I'll see you tonight."
With that said Endri walks off and out of the camera's sight. As Daniel attends to the cameraman, the agent applauds his client.
"Brilliant Endri, brilliant. Wait, where are you going?"
He stops, but he doesn't look back.
"Unë jam duke shkuar për të përgatitur."
He walks away, leaving the agent completely baffled.
"So Endri. Today's the big day. Just hours away from the big match. Are you excited?
"Excited? No. Impatient? Yes. That title is mine."
"That's the spirit! But first things first, we need to let your opponent know exactly who he's dealing with."
"Is that why you interrupted my training schedule? To shoot another pointless promo?"
"Uhh well, I..."
Endri takes a sip from his drink.
"Too much talk. Words are weak. It's what you do in the ring that matters."
"I understand big guy, but we need to hype this match as much as possible. The more hype there is, the more people will pay attention to the big fight!"
"That doesn't matter to me. All you Americans want to do is talk and talk. That's why no American has managed to defeat me yet. I don't jibber on like some idiot, when I say something I mean it, and I always follow through what I say."
"Uhh yeah...oh look at that! We're here!"
The car parks in the parking lot outside Boston University. Endri steps out and gazes at the building with little interest.
"This is it? This is the famous Boston University? The big pay-per-view will be held here? Hardly the arena to host a future world champion like myself, but I guess it'll do..."
He steps inside, followed shortly behind by his agent. There, he meets Daniel Kaye, who looks eager for the big show. Behind him there is a cameraman preparing his equipment.
"Hello Endri. Glad you could make it. Are you up for the show tonight?"
"I am always prepared Daniel. Now get on with it!"
Endri steps into the empty arena. He stands outside the MCCW ring in the middle of a sea of vacant chairs. He grabs the bottom rope to test its strength as the cameraman points his camera at him.
"Okay Endri, we're rolling. Whenever you're ready."
As Daniel and Endri's agent watch from behind the camera, Endri takes off his glasses, hands his coffee cup out of frame and turns around to face the camera.
"Ka ardhur koha. The time has come. Tonight, the first MCCW world champion will be crowned. Finally this company will have a true wrestler to represent it. Finally this country will have a champion to be proud of. The time has come for the Albanian Dream to show this country what wrestling really is. I shall be the greatest champion this country has ever seen. I've already proved how great I am by defeating that pitiful excuse of a world champion like the gomar he really is, and now it's time to win a title that will truly mean something in this sport."
Endri leans forward towards the camera, now with an intense look on his face.
"There is just one man now that stands in my way. Well, he's more of a punk kid than a man. A twenty two year old who has cheated his way through this entire world championship tournament. Mikey Killswitch, I am not impressed. I do not need to resort to such desperate tactics, I rely on my strength, my quickness and my wrestling skills to become victorious. You may be ambitious, but you are still young, and you still make rookie mistakes. But perhaps most laughable of all is your primary goal in your career. You are the younger brother of Kuk Killswitch, and from what I've seen from you, you seem to be more concerned with gaining his respect and living up to the expectations of your family than becoming the world champion."
He chuckles, but not much.
"You know, since coming here to the United States, I have not been faced with much competition. I started with a match against a schoolboy who claims to know every move there is and turned out that he couldn't even tie his shoelaces. I then went on to take on the reigning MPW world champion, and proved why his promotion is a joke. I defeated him so badly that he could no longer retain the title that he lost this week. But tonight, it is going to be no different. Mikey, you are the biggest joke of them all. You aspire to be just like your brother, but what exactly has your brother done? Everybody knows that what he does is not wrestling. Scrapping with one another in someone's backyard hitting each other with light tubes and cookie sheets while wrapping each other in barbed wire and shards of glass. That is not something to be proud of. Let's face it, anyone that suffers from such stupidity or lacking in the capability of thinking can do what he does for a living. And yet you want to be like him. What does that make you? A lowly shadow or a boy with a tiny brain? Either way all you aspire to be is nothing. And you can assure yourself otherwise all you want, the truth is you are nothing. Just like your brother, and just like every other loser who uses the term 'hardcore' to describe themselves to make them fail miserably at seeming like a cool guy, you are nothing."
He leans back.
"Mister Hardkore is just a name that you slap on yourself to make you seem significant in some way, but you are not. Compared to me, you are just as big a loser as those fools you had to cheat in order to get where you are now. So before you go filling your empty head with thoughts of how much you deserve to be here tonight, let me just leave you with a warning, and if you do not understand, then I guess it shows that you are just as ignorant as you are stupid and pitiful. Unë jam ëndrra shqiptare. Unë do të jetë kampioni i parë botëror. Dhe ju jeni vetëm një fëmijë. Sonte unë do t'ju shkatërronte. Nuk do të jetë asgjë që ju apo vëllai juaj do të jetë në gjendje të bëjë në lidhje me të. I'll see you tonight."
With that said Endri walks off and out of the camera's sight. As Daniel attends to the cameraman, the agent applauds his client.
"Brilliant Endri, brilliant. Wait, where are you going?"
He stops, but he doesn't look back.
"Unë jam duke shkuar për të përgatitur."
He walks away, leaving the agent completely baffled.
