Tagebuch eines Irren

[Guest Tod deKindes]

As we slowly sweep inside the commissioner's plush office, we can hear crunching and munching sounds. As we the viewers admire King's numerous awards and trophies, the door creaks open, revealing the exhausted commish himself -obviously still reeling from a night that didn't go his way-, armed with a towel and fresh off a round of working out. The figure sitting at the other end of King's desk swivels his chair around, getting a look at his boss.

 

Tod: (crumpling his bag of sunflower seeds into a ball) Kingfish! What's kickin', big boy?

 

King: ... (sigh) What do you want?

 

Tod: Hey man, great match at Battleground. You like so totally almost knocked 'em DEAD!

 

King: Don't start with that. And why the hell weren't you at the arena anyway?!

 

Tod: Eh, had nothing to do. Ordered the show at home.

 

King: Wh -- (takes a second to consider that) ... Ugh. So, I'm basically paying you to stay at home, that it?

 

Tod: ... Heh. Yeah! (yuks)

 

King: (throwing his towel on his leather couch, he plopped down into his chair) Huh well. So you saw what happened at Battleground. You saw Strangler SCREW ME out of an important win!! So you'll forgive me if my tolerance level is a little low right now.

 

Tod: Oh, I didn't see your match, I was on the john. Strangler, huh? Bummer!

 

King: ... (taking that one in as if he felt a kick in the nuts ... but readjusted into a calm demeanor) ... I'll let that one slide because in some sick twisted universe I actually like you, Tod.

 

Tod: (grinning) Really. Right back at ya, ol' pal!

 

King: So tell me this, Tod. You've been back here for over a month. And you ain't done shit. Why can't you just go after the ICTV title again? Hell, I'll give you Flesher if it means you getting off your ass.

 

Tod: That? Pfft! I'm over that! Look, Kingpin. I do not need a mere piece of leather and metal around my waist to prove myself anymore. Need I remind you of the list of people that I've beaten!

 

King: I think I have it memorized ...

 

Tod: No no, for now I'm not interested in the World title, the ICTV title, US title, whatever!

 

King: Not even the Hardcore title?

 

Tod: Is that still around?! ... Anyway, no. I'm saying, I was FINE sitting at home! I loved the time off! But I came back. You wanna know why? There's one little thing, one tiny little minute detail that's been bugging me for a LONG time. Ever since I started in this company, June 30th, you remember, right? The Snake Eyes pay per view.

 

King: Right. Good show.

 

Tod: (rests his feet on the desk) Yeah, good show. And if I reca--

 

King: Don't do that.

 

Tod: (puts his feet back down) If I recall, it was Danny Williams, Zenon, myself and TNT; four corners match. We were four young bucks, straight out of the Junior Leagues, with that gleam in our eye ... I wanted it all, King. The success, the fame. The glory. The winner of that match would've gotten a U.S. title shot, King. That night I felt on top of the world. I knew I was capable of winning that match. I KNEW I would triumph and WIN that U.S. title, which I eventually did, but that's neither here or there. *Ahem*. But that's not what quite happened, King! Did it? NO!! I got PINNED by a fluke ROLL-UP from ALEX ZENON!! My first match and I LOSE to the sorriest excuse for a wrestling hold!!

 

King: Newsflash kiddo, it happens.

 

Tod: Oh yeah, I got over that part eventually. But it's the match's conclusion that got to me. You know who won that match, King? (making sure to pronounce every letter correctly) Tee ... Enn ... Tee.

 

King: So?

 

Tod: (pounds fist on desk) I have NEVER lived that night down, King! I look at TNT and he makes me absolutely sick!! I wrestled CIRCLES around this guy! And he got all the fame ... all the glory. And me? I got stuck with a bunch of posers who play X-Box. X-BOX, King!! ... But y'know what? I look back at my career and it's been pretty good. Aside from that one black cloud, King. And that one black mushroom cloud has three letters on it. And I will not rest until I get rid of that cloud, by any ... means ... necessary. That man is a cancer to this company. He's a cancer to me. I want him gone ...

 

King: ... Interesting gameplan.

 

Tod: Yeah. And after I make sure he's outta here, only then you can worry about me TOTALLY winning some gold. If a waste of space like TNT can be World champion ... (exhales sharply) Hoo boy, you ain't seen nothing yet with me.

 

King: I like how you think ... I'll see what I can do about that, Tod. With one wrestler out of the picture, there could be title aspirations for other people. If you know what I mean.

 

Tod: (easing into a smirk) ... Glad to see we're getting along, King. (pushing himself off the chair, he backtracked toward the door) I'll get back to you if there's anything.

 

King: Good to hear.

 

Tod: Oh, and, uh that thing about Strangler messin' with you at the PPV? That's like SO totally lacking professionalism! The nerve of that guy!

 

...

 

As Tod nodded his way out, King calmly leaned back in his chair, deep in thought ...

 

--

 

Fade

[Guest 5_moves_of_doom]

I'm interested in seeing where TNT/Tod take this. Oh wait...

[Guest Ace309]

In that case, I'll coopt TNT's line.

 

Let's see where it goes, fellas.

[Guest kelloggs]

No love for the Germanator... cause he's the heel in this feud. Boo Hiss and the like