Post by George Duke on Feb 15, 2007 17:37:36 GMT -6
George Duke stands backstage after his match, dried blood matted to his face and chest. He has just found out he will be facing Victor Bloodmoon at First Rights. His fight with Velmir had been violent and bloody, but Duke came out on top - way on top. He proved he is the king, but the boss had a few choice words for him after the fact...
"He won't have this in his tournament? Christ! Tito's no different than any other rotten-ass promoter across this country! In his tournament... He won't have it. Well, who the F*CK is he?! He knew he had a gold mine in that match - and I did what came natural - which, for a change, was what everyone wanted to see. What's the problem? Am I cheapening his precious Valor Title? Is he pissed I sent that Russian schmuck away in an ambulance? What a putz! Me and Tito go back far enough - far enough for me not to like him, not to trust him - and I'm the fool for ever doing it."
George kicks over the table next to him. Cups and refreshments spill all over the floor. George punches the wall in anger. He turns to the camera with wild eyes, practically glowing with madness.
"Well, I'll tell you what! Bring in the referees, bring in the enforcers. It isn't going to save Victor Bloodmoon. I'll not cheat - fine! I'll go by the rules. But I'll go waaay back. What if I get 'im in the Duke Lock and don't let go. Suppose I snap his little neck! Suppose I break his leg. I can do plenty of damage when I'm playing by the rules, maybe even a bit more. I'll hurt this Bloodmoon prick, and they'll hand me the title - and then I'll rub it in your dego face, Tito. The title will be mine. I'll hold onto it as long as I can. I'll fight for it - I'll make it mine. If I think I'm in danger, I'll keep it via DQ. Once that title's mine - you can never get it off me. Trust me, Tito - I know that's what your worried about. You designed this little tourny for this special little title, and the LAST thing you want is for it to belong to George Duke. Well, that's tough, isn't it? Kiss it goodbye! Just like The Sheik made the NWA United States Title his own in the 70's - the Valor is going to be mine. I'll make it more sought after than any other prize in this territory. Kiss it goodbye, Tito. Bloodmoon is in for some trouble. True, he didn't have anything to do with all of this, but he's in a bad spot. I'm pissed, yeah? I can't do anything about it to Tito - so Victor, you're gonna get it all. Besides, it's the first Valor title match. Let's start it with style. When you're laying there with a broken leg, when their carting you away, when they're wiping the blood out of your eyes and taking you to the closest hospital - George Duke will be standing victorious, holding the Valor title - soaked with your blood. That's the way it'll all start. That's the way it'll be. Everyone will know that when they go after the Valor Title, they're going to have to make hospital reservations. Everyone in the Midwest will know about George Duke and this Valor Championship. Everyone will fear it - everyone will fear me. When the day comes that someone pries that belt out of my cold, dead hands - then maybe you can have your little party; maybe you can let the title represent all the things you originally wanted it to. But until then - it will be synonymous with fear and brutality."
Duke stomps away to collect his things and leave. The entire plane ride home, he'll be thinking. He'll be thinking about the title, about the tournament, about Tito and about Bloodmoon. But most of all, he'll be thinking about revenge. This upcoming match will be bloodier and most terrible than anything the POW has ever seen, and he'll do it all by playing by the rules.
"He won't have this in his tournament? Christ! Tito's no different than any other rotten-ass promoter across this country! In his tournament... He won't have it. Well, who the F*CK is he?! He knew he had a gold mine in that match - and I did what came natural - which, for a change, was what everyone wanted to see. What's the problem? Am I cheapening his precious Valor Title? Is he pissed I sent that Russian schmuck away in an ambulance? What a putz! Me and Tito go back far enough - far enough for me not to like him, not to trust him - and I'm the fool for ever doing it."
George kicks over the table next to him. Cups and refreshments spill all over the floor. George punches the wall in anger. He turns to the camera with wild eyes, practically glowing with madness.
"Well, I'll tell you what! Bring in the referees, bring in the enforcers. It isn't going to save Victor Bloodmoon. I'll not cheat - fine! I'll go by the rules. But I'll go waaay back. What if I get 'im in the Duke Lock and don't let go. Suppose I snap his little neck! Suppose I break his leg. I can do plenty of damage when I'm playing by the rules, maybe even a bit more. I'll hurt this Bloodmoon prick, and they'll hand me the title - and then I'll rub it in your dego face, Tito. The title will be mine. I'll hold onto it as long as I can. I'll fight for it - I'll make it mine. If I think I'm in danger, I'll keep it via DQ. Once that title's mine - you can never get it off me. Trust me, Tito - I know that's what your worried about. You designed this little tourny for this special little title, and the LAST thing you want is for it to belong to George Duke. Well, that's tough, isn't it? Kiss it goodbye! Just like The Sheik made the NWA United States Title his own in the 70's - the Valor is going to be mine. I'll make it more sought after than any other prize in this territory. Kiss it goodbye, Tito. Bloodmoon is in for some trouble. True, he didn't have anything to do with all of this, but he's in a bad spot. I'm pissed, yeah? I can't do anything about it to Tito - so Victor, you're gonna get it all. Besides, it's the first Valor title match. Let's start it with style. When you're laying there with a broken leg, when their carting you away, when they're wiping the blood out of your eyes and taking you to the closest hospital - George Duke will be standing victorious, holding the Valor title - soaked with your blood. That's the way it'll all start. That's the way it'll be. Everyone will know that when they go after the Valor Title, they're going to have to make hospital reservations. Everyone in the Midwest will know about George Duke and this Valor Championship. Everyone will fear it - everyone will fear me. When the day comes that someone pries that belt out of my cold, dead hands - then maybe you can have your little party; maybe you can let the title represent all the things you originally wanted it to. But until then - it will be synonymous with fear and brutality."
Duke stomps away to collect his things and leave. The entire plane ride home, he'll be thinking. He'll be thinking about the title, about the tournament, about Tito and about Bloodmoon. But most of all, he'll be thinking about revenge. This upcoming match will be bloodier and most terrible than anything the POW has ever seen, and he'll do it all by playing by the rules.
