Post by Kieran Overton on Apr 6, 2018 17:18:23 GMT
On the phone to Lord Raab about the title match. Orlando, Florida. Sunday 25th March. (Off Camera)
It’s the first time since Kieran heard the news from Henry that he was getting a title match, although at the time he heard about the match, he questioned about if he deserved it or not because it was quite a shock for Kieran, especially he hasn’t got a win on his record yet, however he had proved his loyalty to The Monstimals as he although still wasn’t on Lord Raab’s like book yet, he knew he had a lot more proving to do.
At this current time, he was sitting in his hotel room, thinking what the hell Kieran should do since being in Florida since he was so far away from home, California and Seattle where he had family members that he just watched television, although was bored because of lack of things to do in Florida mostly due to Kieran not knowing Florida very well. Suddenly his phone rang as he suddenly turned the TV off and answers it while sitting on the bed.
Kieran Overton: “Yes, what’s the matter?”
Lord Raab: “Well nothing regarding me, but more to do with you actually because I’ve been told earlier today from Henry that you’re in a title match, right?”
Kieran Overton: “I am indeed, but I have to admit, I don’t deserve this title shot I have with Wallace, Anaquin, Luke Hammerbeam and Scythe Bloodline.”
Lord Raab: “I agree, you don’t deserve a damn thing after the performances I’ve seen from you lately has been terrible, however as I told Samuel this, sometimes in life, you get handed opportunities to succeed other people’s expectations.”
Kieran Overton: “How do I get better in the ring?”
Lord Raab: “Not bad to have arrogance, but I suggest to spend less time on that petty children’s site, although granted lately, you have and that’s already a great start, despite you being hired to check on what people say about us and to hit back, but at the same time, you barely do any gym work and that can cost you matches.”
If there’s one thing Lord Raab does take a bit seriously with is gym training as he trains in there every single day non stop on a consistent bases as even Samuel was starting to take gym work seriously as well as it was something Kieran had to learn a lot about as he nods, listening to every single word his mentor in many ways than not was saying to him as he says this.
Kieran Overton: “It just feels very strange being in a place where there's no Samson Family or Black Asylum members anywhere.”
Lord Raab: “I know, it sucked that WWH didn’t want to have The Monstimals and Samson Family brawl as well as it happens in EHWF, could’ve made great history, but at the same time, we needed to put you somewhere we felt you could show your talent by yourself, although I’m hearing from the grapevine that you could be in WCF and Samuel goes back to do unfinished business in SCW since I heard that’s opening back up.”
Kieran Overton: “Obviously, I wouldn’t be able to make the move if I won the HCW Xtreme title against small skinny ass wrestlers with only the champion being the only wrestler who’s close enough to be my size.”
Lord Raab: “You make it sound like you’re unhappy being big.”
Kieran Overton: “No, Unhappy about a piece of shit wrestlers who can’t be bothered to make themselves like wrestlers they should be. All pint-size skinny wrestlers that anybody can dominate in the ring, especially myself. I can take all of those fuckers on. They are no match for me whatsoever.”
Lord Raab nodded, although he always never got along with Kieran with the small wrestlers' bit because he’d disrespect his twin brother who was trying to achieve his goal of being a Junior Heavyweight champion, of course, Kieran meant wrestlers in general as he says this.
Lord Raab: “Too many pretty boys and girls in the sport, although I heard the champion of the Xtreme title is all about being a flip-flop wrestler. That’s the thing you have over the rest of them, regardless of the loss you had against Anaquin, you’re advantage you have over these fucks is you standing out, unlike them, being dependent on their high flying style of wrestling.”
Kieran Overton: “Indeed I have, along with my overall size and power I have over all four of them as well. Makes me sick I’m forced to face against small wrestlers who are no match for me whatsoever. They make the wrestling business a fucking joke honestly. I want to face big, oversized heavyweight wrestlers, not small skinny ass ones.”
Lord Raab: “I think you really should pay real attention to them. Sure you’re way oversized to all of them, but your bigger, stronger and hungrier than they’ll ever be in the wrestling business. They don’t seem to understand the logic that you should be built for this business and none of these guys your facing for the title are. They are pathetic.”
Of course, Kieran sees Lord Raab’s point of having so much power, compared to the other small skinny wrestlers Kieran hates about the sport along with the pretty looks and having romantic relationships in the wrestling business he hated as he spoke again.
Kieran Overton: “So you say I should take the Xtreme title opportunity and see what I can do with it?”
Lord Raab: “Correct and I will say this, at least you weren’t like Samuel when he started going for solo’s titles on his own when he demanded it than wanting to earn it like you. You can’t run away from it as you’d be a complete utter coward.”
Kieran Overton: “Something we’re not.”
Lord Raab: “No we aren’t because we risk everything to get our names known in the wrestling business, even our team is more popular than the shitty teams we see in wrestling where even one of them is too much of a fucking pussy to even step out of the EHWF doors to represent himself, Bill Ryder.”
Kieran Overton: “That we do represent ourselves outside of EHWF because we love competition, unlike them being stuck in there, doing fuck all, heck I got a chance to be a champion tomorrow night.
Lord Raab: “I have faith you will because you have the destructive beast brutality wrestling inside of you and my dream is to have you and Samuel become hardcore champions to share my passion for hardcore wrestling. I got to go as it’s midnight in Italy. I’ll see you sometime in the week.”
Kieran Overton: “Alright.”
That was that as the phone was disconnected from Lord Raab’s end, knowing he had to sleep after a win he gotten over Adrian Bruiser in Revolution Pro tonight in Italy as apart of CWC company as he puts the phone down and wonders what he can really do, only he couldn’t think of anything as before he goes on camera, his phone buzzed again, only this time it was a text from Lord Raab stating this.
Lord Raab: “It’s a scramble match where the only way to win a title is to hold the title for half an hour to be the new Xtreme champion along with using weapons.”
After that, that had completely changed Kieran’s game plan to know that now he had to last half an hour to be a champion as he decides to go on camera on twitch right now and do his video about the upcoming match.
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Small skinny, flip-flop undeserving champions twitch.com shoot. (On camera)
“For fuck sake, I’m in the same spot once again when I’m facing the smallest wrestlers I’ve ever seen in the business of four people who think they are deserving champions or think they will be deserving champions. I say no and you know why? Because none of you are built for this fucking business. I am you see and that’s why I’m not letting a fluke loss I got over Anaquin last week that was down to pure luck and you can brag about it, but be sure that I still feel the same way, you belong in the kitchen, doing house work cos you women will never be big enough to be in the wrestling business.
I’m not stupid to know that a title is on the line, but if I’m given an opportunity to win a title and that’s what it is to me, an opportunity, I will accept it, despite my lack of passion for my opponents in this match more because of the size of them, but that’s OK because I don’t know a single thing about any other opponent in the match, not even the champion himself and why?
Because I don’t waste time studying every single bit about my opponents to know everything about them because who the fuck has time for that, especially with the fuck ton of opponents in the match? Nobody does and you know what I’ve been doing most of the week? Training my ass off once I heard about the match, along with my mentor telling me I need to put in more work in the gym for my upcoming matches.
I mean the only person who’s close enough to my size in this match is the champion himself, Scythe Bloodline, but the problem I have with him and the rest of you is the fact you all want to be flip flop shit wrestlers, being too fucking pussies to bulk up muscle and get yourselves to be bigger. Of course, I just got told a few minutes ago that it’s a scramble match hold the title for half an hour to be champion.
That’s OK because I expect all of you in the match to be at your best competing against each other within the rules boring wrestling. That’s not in my plans to follow rules at all because I can easily go to break them. I don’t care or want to know how you won the Xtreme title, but you seem too dependant on using ladders. They are no good against me, unless I trap your, Anaquin, Wallace or Luke’s leg or arm in the ladder and crush it with my own feet or a steel chair.
Because I thrive and love to be in violent and brutal matches, that’s the fucking wrestling style I love and crave for which is why I don’t see any of you useless fucks winning the match because you won’t batter me with a chair or any sort of weapon, more like I will as after all, they don’t call me a destructive beast for nothing. I’m nicknamed that for a reason and that’s because I hurt and destroy the fuck out of everybody, especially it fits well in my rules of wrestling and be the new Xtreme champion tomorrow in Florida where I can make Black Asylum and Samson Family be jealous I can be successful in another company compared to just being successful in EHWF.
None of you care about that and I don’t expect you to because I will crush every single one of you like a bunch of bugs you are and making this match fucking easy for me to win tomorrow night, although being champion for 30 minutes without being pinned or submitted is the only thing challenging about this match obviously due to my stamina.
But I’m willing to take a risk with this match to shock the entire world that massive wrestlers like myself can overcome the odds stacked against him and beat everyone with pure dominance and force from other wrestlers who won’t stand a fucking chance, especially that Anaquin will not be walking away from the match with me losing to her again, more like it’ll be the other way around as I will be walking away from HCW the new Xtreme champion. Prepare to be completely fucked up by The new Xtreme champion, forcing each one of you fucks suffering in so much pain and blood that you’ll unlikely to survive against me because I’m bigger and stronger than each one of you in the match.”
It’s the first time since Kieran heard the news from Henry that he was getting a title match, although at the time he heard about the match, he questioned about if he deserved it or not because it was quite a shock for Kieran, especially he hasn’t got a win on his record yet, however he had proved his loyalty to The Monstimals as he although still wasn’t on Lord Raab’s like book yet, he knew he had a lot more proving to do.
At this current time, he was sitting in his hotel room, thinking what the hell Kieran should do since being in Florida since he was so far away from home, California and Seattle where he had family members that he just watched television, although was bored because of lack of things to do in Florida mostly due to Kieran not knowing Florida very well. Suddenly his phone rang as he suddenly turned the TV off and answers it while sitting on the bed.
Kieran Overton: “Yes, what’s the matter?”
Lord Raab: “Well nothing regarding me, but more to do with you actually because I’ve been told earlier today from Henry that you’re in a title match, right?”
Kieran Overton: “I am indeed, but I have to admit, I don’t deserve this title shot I have with Wallace, Anaquin, Luke Hammerbeam and Scythe Bloodline.”
Lord Raab: “I agree, you don’t deserve a damn thing after the performances I’ve seen from you lately has been terrible, however as I told Samuel this, sometimes in life, you get handed opportunities to succeed other people’s expectations.”
Kieran Overton: “How do I get better in the ring?”
Lord Raab: “Not bad to have arrogance, but I suggest to spend less time on that petty children’s site, although granted lately, you have and that’s already a great start, despite you being hired to check on what people say about us and to hit back, but at the same time, you barely do any gym work and that can cost you matches.”
If there’s one thing Lord Raab does take a bit seriously with is gym training as he trains in there every single day non stop on a consistent bases as even Samuel was starting to take gym work seriously as well as it was something Kieran had to learn a lot about as he nods, listening to every single word his mentor in many ways than not was saying to him as he says this.
Kieran Overton: “It just feels very strange being in a place where there's no Samson Family or Black Asylum members anywhere.”
Lord Raab: “I know, it sucked that WWH didn’t want to have The Monstimals and Samson Family brawl as well as it happens in EHWF, could’ve made great history, but at the same time, we needed to put you somewhere we felt you could show your talent by yourself, although I’m hearing from the grapevine that you could be in WCF and Samuel goes back to do unfinished business in SCW since I heard that’s opening back up.”
Kieran Overton: “Obviously, I wouldn’t be able to make the move if I won the HCW Xtreme title against small skinny ass wrestlers with only the champion being the only wrestler who’s close enough to be my size.”
Lord Raab: “You make it sound like you’re unhappy being big.”
Kieran Overton: “No, Unhappy about a piece of shit wrestlers who can’t be bothered to make themselves like wrestlers they should be. All pint-size skinny wrestlers that anybody can dominate in the ring, especially myself. I can take all of those fuckers on. They are no match for me whatsoever.”
Lord Raab nodded, although he always never got along with Kieran with the small wrestlers' bit because he’d disrespect his twin brother who was trying to achieve his goal of being a Junior Heavyweight champion, of course, Kieran meant wrestlers in general as he says this.
Lord Raab: “Too many pretty boys and girls in the sport, although I heard the champion of the Xtreme title is all about being a flip-flop wrestler. That’s the thing you have over the rest of them, regardless of the loss you had against Anaquin, you’re advantage you have over these fucks is you standing out, unlike them, being dependent on their high flying style of wrestling.”
Kieran Overton: “Indeed I have, along with my overall size and power I have over all four of them as well. Makes me sick I’m forced to face against small wrestlers who are no match for me whatsoever. They make the wrestling business a fucking joke honestly. I want to face big, oversized heavyweight wrestlers, not small skinny ass ones.”
Lord Raab: “I think you really should pay real attention to them. Sure you’re way oversized to all of them, but your bigger, stronger and hungrier than they’ll ever be in the wrestling business. They don’t seem to understand the logic that you should be built for this business and none of these guys your facing for the title are. They are pathetic.”
Of course, Kieran sees Lord Raab’s point of having so much power, compared to the other small skinny wrestlers Kieran hates about the sport along with the pretty looks and having romantic relationships in the wrestling business he hated as he spoke again.
Kieran Overton: “So you say I should take the Xtreme title opportunity and see what I can do with it?”
Lord Raab: “Correct and I will say this, at least you weren’t like Samuel when he started going for solo’s titles on his own when he demanded it than wanting to earn it like you. You can’t run away from it as you’d be a complete utter coward.”
Kieran Overton: “Something we’re not.”
Lord Raab: “No we aren’t because we risk everything to get our names known in the wrestling business, even our team is more popular than the shitty teams we see in wrestling where even one of them is too much of a fucking pussy to even step out of the EHWF doors to represent himself, Bill Ryder.”
Kieran Overton: “That we do represent ourselves outside of EHWF because we love competition, unlike them being stuck in there, doing fuck all, heck I got a chance to be a champion tomorrow night.
Lord Raab: “I have faith you will because you have the destructive beast brutality wrestling inside of you and my dream is to have you and Samuel become hardcore champions to share my passion for hardcore wrestling. I got to go as it’s midnight in Italy. I’ll see you sometime in the week.”
Kieran Overton: “Alright.”
That was that as the phone was disconnected from Lord Raab’s end, knowing he had to sleep after a win he gotten over Adrian Bruiser in Revolution Pro tonight in Italy as apart of CWC company as he puts the phone down and wonders what he can really do, only he couldn’t think of anything as before he goes on camera, his phone buzzed again, only this time it was a text from Lord Raab stating this.
Lord Raab: “It’s a scramble match where the only way to win a title is to hold the title for half an hour to be the new Xtreme champion along with using weapons.”
After that, that had completely changed Kieran’s game plan to know that now he had to last half an hour to be a champion as he decides to go on camera on twitch right now and do his video about the upcoming match.
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Small skinny, flip-flop undeserving champions twitch.com shoot. (On camera)
“For fuck sake, I’m in the same spot once again when I’m facing the smallest wrestlers I’ve ever seen in the business of four people who think they are deserving champions or think they will be deserving champions. I say no and you know why? Because none of you are built for this fucking business. I am you see and that’s why I’m not letting a fluke loss I got over Anaquin last week that was down to pure luck and you can brag about it, but be sure that I still feel the same way, you belong in the kitchen, doing house work cos you women will never be big enough to be in the wrestling business.
I’m not stupid to know that a title is on the line, but if I’m given an opportunity to win a title and that’s what it is to me, an opportunity, I will accept it, despite my lack of passion for my opponents in this match more because of the size of them, but that’s OK because I don’t know a single thing about any other opponent in the match, not even the champion himself and why?
Because I don’t waste time studying every single bit about my opponents to know everything about them because who the fuck has time for that, especially with the fuck ton of opponents in the match? Nobody does and you know what I’ve been doing most of the week? Training my ass off once I heard about the match, along with my mentor telling me I need to put in more work in the gym for my upcoming matches.
I mean the only person who’s close enough to my size in this match is the champion himself, Scythe Bloodline, but the problem I have with him and the rest of you is the fact you all want to be flip flop shit wrestlers, being too fucking pussies to bulk up muscle and get yourselves to be bigger. Of course, I just got told a few minutes ago that it’s a scramble match hold the title for half an hour to be champion.
That’s OK because I expect all of you in the match to be at your best competing against each other within the rules boring wrestling. That’s not in my plans to follow rules at all because I can easily go to break them. I don’t care or want to know how you won the Xtreme title, but you seem too dependant on using ladders. They are no good against me, unless I trap your, Anaquin, Wallace or Luke’s leg or arm in the ladder and crush it with my own feet or a steel chair.
Because I thrive and love to be in violent and brutal matches, that’s the fucking wrestling style I love and crave for which is why I don’t see any of you useless fucks winning the match because you won’t batter me with a chair or any sort of weapon, more like I will as after all, they don’t call me a destructive beast for nothing. I’m nicknamed that for a reason and that’s because I hurt and destroy the fuck out of everybody, especially it fits well in my rules of wrestling and be the new Xtreme champion tomorrow in Florida where I can make Black Asylum and Samson Family be jealous I can be successful in another company compared to just being successful in EHWF.
None of you care about that and I don’t expect you to because I will crush every single one of you like a bunch of bugs you are and making this match fucking easy for me to win tomorrow night, although being champion for 30 minutes without being pinned or submitted is the only thing challenging about this match obviously due to my stamina.
But I’m willing to take a risk with this match to shock the entire world that massive wrestlers like myself can overcome the odds stacked against him and beat everyone with pure dominance and force from other wrestlers who won’t stand a fucking chance, especially that Anaquin will not be walking away from the match with me losing to her again, more like it’ll be the other way around as I will be walking away from HCW the new Xtreme champion. Prepare to be completely fucked up by The new Xtreme champion, forcing each one of you fucks suffering in so much pain and blood that you’ll unlikely to survive against me because I’m bigger and stronger than each one of you in the match.”