Emmanuelle
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Join date : 2020-02-24
 |  Subject: The First (And Final) Insult to His Excellency  Thu Feb 27, 2020 11:08 pm | |
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Kenneth’s Villa
Somewhere in the Italian countryside.
The story of our most benevolent Lord begins at his comfortable estate. He and his beautiful lady, Maria, are sitting quietly as soft classical music fills the room. There are no such vulgarities as hip-hop and mind-numbing pop in his home. Only music inspired by true visionaries that features actual talent is acceptable! He lounges while reading about his forthcoming debut in Wrestleworld, chuckling softly to himself. Maria, curious and somewhat amused, gets up from her own seat and settles onto his lap, reading with him.
Maria: My love, what’s so funny? Are you reading about the Wrestleworld company again? Don’t we leave for the United States soon enough?
Kenneth: Indeed, yes we do, my beautiful muse. Heh, uncivilized barbarians with their decadent music. They will have no idea how to respond to my skills and grace! My Thunderous Kicks will batter them all into submission and my soothing voice will calm their wayward, commoner souls. And you? They will write sonnets as they praise your beauty!
Maria: Oh! The King of the World tournament is starting soon! That would be a wonderful way to announce your arrival, dear.
Kenneth: Hmph. King, Queen, Prince, Princess. Such lame, worthless titles. But it would be a wonderful way to announce my arrival, as you said. Who am I facing in the first round, Maria? Tell me who has the honor of being eliminated by me?
[Maria scours over the tournament brackets, a confused and somewhat worried expression on her face.]
Maria: I don’t see your name.
Kenneth: WHAT!? Give me that! What is this….the print is so small. I can barely make it out! Who prints using such a small and ridiculous font!? Wreath? What on Earth?
Maria: That’s Wraith, darling.
Kenneth: Grr…..Puppy!? Am I involved in some sort of dogfighting ring? HOW UNCOUTH!
Maria: Puppy is the wrestler’s name. He’s a human.
Kenneth: Curse this blasted font! Raoul? Stephanie Matsuda? April Song!? I would wager whoever that cretin is couldn’t carry a tune if her life depended on it! THIS IS AN OUTRAGE! SACRILEGE OF THE HIGHEST ORDER!
Maria: But….
Kenneth: I WILL FIND OUT WHO MADE SUCH AN EGREGIOUS ERROR TO PREVENT ME FROM ENTERING THIS TOURNAMENT! I WILL MAKE THEM ALL PAY! They won’t enter us, fine! GEEVES!
Maria: Kenneth?
[As Maria desperately tries to get Kenneth’s attention, a smartly dressed butler with greying hair arrived, gracefully bowing his head before standing up straight.]
Geeves: Yes, Your Excellency?
Kenneth: Prepare my baggage and the baggage for my lady as well. We’re leaving for America early! We’ll set up a new residence there and then head for this island they babble so much about.
Geeves: Immediately, Sir. I shall arrange your flight myself. Private jet as usual.
Kenneth: These people insult me by excluding me from a tournament I should have been entered in by right? Do they not understand the caliber of athlete they have acquired? I’m practically a SAINT to offer them the generous terms I did for my compensation.
Maria: Kenneth...you didn’t file the papers in time to be eligible for the tournament.
Kenneth: Eh?
Maria: You registered your contract a week late. I just remembered. You didn’t send all the information requested of you and it held up making you an official member of the roster.
Kenneth:.....A minor detail. Now we need to punish those responsible for this humiliation. This will be the greatest performance, my Grand Opus. I have already conquered the world of culture, the world of opera. The wrestling world shall be no different. Come, we haven’t a second to waste!
And now, because of the bias and hatred that WrestleWorld has for His Excellency, Kenneth and Maria now embark on a journey that takes them far from their comfortable home to make those responsible for his humiliation pay! Disregard his failure to get documents on time...when you are the truly Excellent One, mere papers and contracts are not necessary! Only the strength of your will and the might of your fist are needed!
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