Post by Arty Kaiser on Oct 30, 2014 3:35:26 GMT
Sorry, I'm angry.
I've fallen from everything.
Why am I so angry inside my head?
Life's all the same.
It's gonna change.
I'm not ashamed to live my life.
- Singles Match -
KONSTANTINE vs. Daniel Smart w/ Michael Smart
After picking up a victory over Noah Adelaide and Daniel Smart, KONSTANTINE is back in the race was always ahead for championship contention. However, his pin-fall on Daniel Smart only left The Smart Family with the need to redeem themselves what a shame. Michael Smart, in particular, demanded that Daniel get a rematch against "The Last King," and KONSTANTINE mentioned that he'd have no problem beating him again for another three points.
He found a way to win. It took the aid of Michael Smart and some clever footwork, but he did it. He did it with flair. 3 points ahead, but also 3 points behind. He looked at the website. The standings had KONSTANTINE on there. He was not at the top. No, Schneider sat at the top. A guttural noise escaped KONSTATINE as he glared at the name. That stupid DOG was still up there. Assad couldn’t get the job done. KONSTANTINE’s ego helped create this situation. This company could have an animal holding their world championship. While Artemis Kaiser upheld the appearance of a champion, Schneider would just be drooling on his belt. It made KONSTANTINE twitch.
Last week was a good way to relieve some stress. Michael Smart played his therapist in that match. He handed him a chair. KONSTANTINE proceeded to beat Noah Adelaide down with it. He wanted to do that to Schneider, but the referee wouldn’t let him. KONSTANTINE began to think that he lost his main event match because of other reasons. Yes, he blamed IT for intervening, but even HE could beat down a dog.
No, don’t think about it.
Thinking about it draws it out again.
You can never kill him.
He will always remain.
KONSTANTINE sipped at his milk tea. “Stay in control,” he told himself. Another sip. He had to keep this mask of normalcy for a little while longer. Rech trusted him, in the ways that he could, to handle the world championship situation. It was up to him to win the championship. The trivial events of Garland and Washington probably didn’t matter to Rech. Garland’s obsession would be the end of Washington and himself. Chris Williams would fall with them. Noah Adelaide would fall with them. They decided to intervene on a situation that didn’t matter to them. Well, Williams had a more acceptable case. Noah was trying to play ‘hero’. Most heroes die screaming.
Smart had his mind on the right track. He used to play the hero. Honestly, KONSTANTINE thought that Daniel Smart was trying to intervene, but Michael stopped him. Michael probably smacked him and told him what KONSTANTINE would have told him. It was none of his business. Michael was probably disappointed in Daniel. Daniel was failing him. KONSTANTINE smirked at the ideas that began to formulate into his head. He had found another way to win his match. It was essentially a handicap match. Michael would be surveying the match, trying to step in when necessary. KONSTANTINE already told him once that he would mutilate him if he tried.
KONSTANTINE stirred the beige liquid in its cup. He began to laugh slightly. All was going according to plan now. There was no need to open the cage. Keep the façade of normalcy. Make them believe you’re just another pompous jerk. The fans have already fallen for it. This week, KONSTANTINE had to find a way to fool Michael Smart. Daniel was too much of a ‘hero’ to see through it, but Michael was a hawk. The solitary gaze they shared before KONSTANTINE pulverized Noah with the chair showed that. “Do it,” Michael’s eyes pleaded.
“I will,” KONSTANTINE replied.
And he did.
Michael just didn't plan for Daniel's incompetence.
The camera began to roll, capturing footage of RWD’s arch-villain. KONSTANTINE looked upon the sky. “Mississippi,” he began. “This place is so disgusting,” it didn’t take long for him to start trashing the state. He didn’t just do it to rile up the hometown fans. Mississippi was a truly disgusting place. Everyone had these weird accents that made Devin’s skin crawl. They were on the cusp of southern hospitality and xenophobia. They would give the proud Canadian looks. Especially seeing as he wore his Canadian scarf today.
You want to know what KONSTANTINE did to further himself from people? He spoke French at people. People just looked at him so confused. The education of this country was fleeting…obviously. That wasn’t the point. He did love the nature of the place. It was never too murky, unlike the previous locals. The sky wasn’t so clogged with smog. KONSTANTINE could appreciate that. He flicked a piece of hair back, maintaining his professional image. He had to.
“Much like my victory last week,” he started. “It was a win, yes, but it tasted revolting. I wanted to win in decisive fashion, but I had to make up for my first…and only loss here in RWD,” he said, hissing out ‘only’. Never again would he lose. Especially not to a vicious behemoth. Men do not lose to beasts. A beast lost to a beast that night. KONSTANTINE shivered on camera. His internal thoughts began to leak out through his mannerisms, but he kept them internalized…like they should be. “I have a unique opportunity, however.”
“I have to defeat Daniel Smart by himself. I have to admit, this will be much harder to do. I pinned Daniel last week. Knowing that, I predict that he will be on a rampage of sorts this week. With Michael whispering bitter nothings in his ear, I know that he will be trying to put me down. This time, he has clear focus on me,” Devin laughed lowly. “I thought to myself that this match would be harder to win, because it is a handicap match in a way.”
“Last week, I had little Adelaide to cover for me when Michael decided to get rambunctious. This week, I have to keep an eye on him. Speaking of...” he stopped momentarily. “Michael, I must thank you for giving me that chair. Now I know you did it to help out Daniel, but it made me all the more relaxed to know that you trust me. ‘Trust me?’ I hear your voice ring through my head already,” he tapped his temple, grinning mischievously. “Yes. You trust me. You trusted me to blast Noah Adelaide with that steel chair and not wait to beat your cousin half to death with it.”
“I thank you for that, but that was last week. Unfortunately, I know this week…you’re not on my side. You’re striving to make Daniel a monster like you. And you probably believe the only way for Daniel to become a monster is to beat a monster. However, I’m no monster. I am a man, just like Daniel. I pay my taxes, I watch primetime TV, and do other things like that. I am not a monster. I am not Schneider. If you want Danny boy to truly become a monster, I’d have him take out Schneider. He is an unintelligent monster that needs to be taken down.”
“And it is a pity that I have to promise you this again, but if you intervene in this match, I will have to do something extreme about it. You see, I have a vendetta of sorts for Maxie. In order to get close to him again, I have to win this match and every other match. It is a shame too. In any other match, I would like for Daniel to succeed, but this week, I can’t let that happen. I can’t let him win and I won’t let you aid him win. At the end of the night, I might have to take down two Smarts.”
“I wouldn’t even be able to tell whose blood is whose,” he said, thinking of the matter intently. “So that is my fair warning to you. You also might be wondering why I am not speaking to Daniel? I have no reason to. He fights on the side of the angels. All of what I say is probably unintelligible to him. Once he starts to listen to you, he will be able to speak our language. The language of business, the language of winners. Until then, I have nothing to say to him. I hate repeating myself. I hate angels. I hate repeating myself to angels.”
“So this week, I wish you both luck, but Michael, heed my words. I would hate to have to ruin my only possible friend. We should go out for drinks.”
KONSTANTINE casually began to walk away from the camera. Once the camera stopped rolling, he began to wonder. Was he able to mask it well? Did anything slip through the cracks? He could only hope not. He was having too much fun in this game. This game that everyone thinks they have under control. No one has control, except KONSTANTINE. He has all the control.
so quickly so sad!
