Post by Arty Kaiser on Sept 19, 2014 2:02:08 GMT
Devin Konstantine.
What a man he wasn't. His previous life had been murdered with an axe. He did it himself. He took an axe to his previous life. Now he ventured the path to a new environment. It all started with a contract. If all fell in line, he would be on top of this new world. All he had to do was play the puppeteer. He had to make himself known. These people don't know him. They don't know nothing. And that was their first mistake. Because Konstantine knows everything. Everything.
The following day, he received word that he had officially been signed to the RWD. A whole new world stood before Konstantine. He looked to conquer it. The newsletter that appeared over different message boards caught the Canadian's eye. He opened it, disregarding all of the news of MSW's closing. Another federation closing? Nothing too serious. Oh, there was some of those pesky Von Lichts' running about? How "stimulating". Konstantine skimmed through the article at first, pinpointing any important things.
Johnny Bonecrusher in an asylum? Whatever. Rech stating that he would sell RWD in a heartbeat? That further proved Devin's preconceptions of his new "boss". Frank Washington still throwing a tantrum over Garland? Washington couldn't get the job done. That hardcore match that he saw through the grapevine should have been the end of Garland. Washington just didn't have the resolve to get it done. Too much blood was shed for someone's career not to be over. Garland was at fault here. Screw tormenting a man. If you want to end him, you hunt him down and end him.
Konstantine had a distant memory of Robin Engstrom, his most bitter of enemies. He ended his career by throwing him off a ladder and powerslamming him onto steel steps. That near broken back of Robin's was all that was needed. The poor Swedish man gave an emotional speech and then walked away. If he was in Garland's shoes, Washington would have been in a coma. Alas, everyone can't be Konstantine. No one can be Konstantine.
The important thing flashed before Konstantine. There was a point system to set up the two contenders. He hasn't participated in such a competition in a long while. He hoped that his plan would work out here in RWD. Keep them guessing. If they can't guess it, they will regret it. He peered up at the ceiling, thinking of his plan. An unknown figure just appears in a federation with a smile on his face and a few battle scars. He, in fact, rubbed the scar underneath his eye. Ah, Robin, you tried, but you've failed. You didn't excise the disease. Now it will spread around the whole world.
so quickly so sad!
