Post by Deleted on May 13, 2020 21:53:18 GMT -8
(May 13th Was When Tape Was Released)
We go to the parking lot, as Collision has just ended and the show was off the air. The fans clamoring for their favorite superstar and women's signatures as the buzz in the air became a chill as a particular feeling of dismay had come. Matt was running out trying to catch up with the tattoo'd devil as he yelled out for him and the man stopped in his tracks, you could feel the disturbing energy and vibe coming from him as Matt spoke
Matt: Mikhail! Mikhail Reinhardt! Oh **** i'm out of breath, what are you doing here in the States? When did you come back from Germany?
Mikhail took the deepest of breaths and sighed a little heavy, his body position feeling like he was feeling annoyed at being interrupted as he turned around, dressed in all black suit and his sunglasses on his face, not bothering to take them off. He grabs the microphone and he raises it to his lips while Matt still held it
Mikhail: If your gonna address me sir, you'd best show me manners and call me Mr. Reinhardt you pest. Now, as for when I came back, I just made it here before the show. I heard a friend of mine was in the main event. Her and her clan. They lived up to the hype. She hasn't lost a step, she's doing good. I'm proud of her. I'm studying her every chance I get. Can't get the NFW debut of myself out my mouth, my mind, my fist. I beat the ever living shit out of Molly and she still won. Some may call me obsessed, some may say I should move on. I gave warning that when I stepped into NFW that mother****ers were gonna pay for crossing me.
Mikhail smiles and laughs a bit, recalling a line Molly had said in her promo on his debut night
Mikhail: I remember the words you said clearly Molly. "Such a fierce man clearly either has the roster already scared of him or they've woefully underestimated the danger this man presents." You spoke of this talking about the Trauma roster and why you had to step up and fight me. "Trauma as yer oyster" I believe were your words as well. Well, I have come to your house, I have shown my face, I know you saw me at some point. I feel as if the submission win is a challenge to me.
Mikhail laughs in a sadistic manner again, Matt trembling at his words as Mikhail turned his head and looked him in the face at Matt relinquished the microphone and walked away
Mikhail: Now I don't know if your listening, your probably drowning your sorrows in a pint of Newcastle Ale. Me, i'm more Heineken myself but you knew that. April 4th, 2020 is a night I haven't forgotten Ms. Hatchet. You KO'd me. But you DID NOT finish the job. You should've made godd*** sure I didn't rise back up, you should've made f***ing sure that I wasn't able to compete anymore. What I have done since on Trauma; River Chance, Noah Leota, their blood is on your hands. Now while I only won one of those matches, my impact has been felt.
Mikhail motioned for the camera man to get closer, as he took his sunglasses off, the steel cold blue eyes looking at the audience at home as he spoke slowly
Mikhail: Consider this showing up your invitation Molly Hatchet for a rematch. One that if you ignore, will cost dearly. You say you know me. Then you know what I am willing to do to those who make me desperate. Like I've said, look at what I did to my friend in you Molly, what did people think I'd do to others. The minute hand and seconds are a moving. You know where to find me. Or maybe It should be I know where to find you. Have a great night.
He takes the microphone and drops it on the ground before he stomps on it one good time, which in the effect ruined it as he did not care at all. He then turned back around and proceeded to walk to his LFA to head for Vegas and his apartment.
We go to the parking lot, as Collision has just ended and the show was off the air. The fans clamoring for their favorite superstar and women's signatures as the buzz in the air became a chill as a particular feeling of dismay had come. Matt was running out trying to catch up with the tattoo'd devil as he yelled out for him and the man stopped in his tracks, you could feel the disturbing energy and vibe coming from him as Matt spoke
Matt: Mikhail! Mikhail Reinhardt! Oh **** i'm out of breath, what are you doing here in the States? When did you come back from Germany?
Mikhail took the deepest of breaths and sighed a little heavy, his body position feeling like he was feeling annoyed at being interrupted as he turned around, dressed in all black suit and his sunglasses on his face, not bothering to take them off. He grabs the microphone and he raises it to his lips while Matt still held it
Mikhail: If your gonna address me sir, you'd best show me manners and call me Mr. Reinhardt you pest. Now, as for when I came back, I just made it here before the show. I heard a friend of mine was in the main event. Her and her clan. They lived up to the hype. She hasn't lost a step, she's doing good. I'm proud of her. I'm studying her every chance I get. Can't get the NFW debut of myself out my mouth, my mind, my fist. I beat the ever living shit out of Molly and she still won. Some may call me obsessed, some may say I should move on. I gave warning that when I stepped into NFW that mother****ers were gonna pay for crossing me.
Mikhail smiles and laughs a bit, recalling a line Molly had said in her promo on his debut night
Mikhail: I remember the words you said clearly Molly. "Such a fierce man clearly either has the roster already scared of him or they've woefully underestimated the danger this man presents." You spoke of this talking about the Trauma roster and why you had to step up and fight me. "Trauma as yer oyster" I believe were your words as well. Well, I have come to your house, I have shown my face, I know you saw me at some point. I feel as if the submission win is a challenge to me.
Mikhail laughs in a sadistic manner again, Matt trembling at his words as Mikhail turned his head and looked him in the face at Matt relinquished the microphone and walked away
Mikhail: Now I don't know if your listening, your probably drowning your sorrows in a pint of Newcastle Ale. Me, i'm more Heineken myself but you knew that. April 4th, 2020 is a night I haven't forgotten Ms. Hatchet. You KO'd me. But you DID NOT finish the job. You should've made godd*** sure I didn't rise back up, you should've made f***ing sure that I wasn't able to compete anymore. What I have done since on Trauma; River Chance, Noah Leota, their blood is on your hands. Now while I only won one of those matches, my impact has been felt.
Mikhail motioned for the camera man to get closer, as he took his sunglasses off, the steel cold blue eyes looking at the audience at home as he spoke slowly
Mikhail: Consider this showing up your invitation Molly Hatchet for a rematch. One that if you ignore, will cost dearly. You say you know me. Then you know what I am willing to do to those who make me desperate. Like I've said, look at what I did to my friend in you Molly, what did people think I'd do to others. The minute hand and seconds are a moving. You know where to find me. Or maybe It should be I know where to find you. Have a great night.
He takes the microphone and drops it on the ground before he stomps on it one good time, which in the effect ruined it as he did not care at all. He then turned back around and proceeded to walk to his LFA to head for Vegas and his apartment.
