Apex Killer Death-Angel
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Join date : 2011-03-02
Age : 104
Location : Hell
Wrestler Stats
IWF Record: "The crime is life, the sentence is death!"
Alignment: In Between
 |  Subject: where it all started for Savage  Thu Oct 13, 2011 2:19 am | |
| February 25th, 1990 8:34 P.M.
Montreal, Quebec, Canada
Andrew Savage stares up at the white ceiling tiles of the arena locker room, as he simply lies down on the wooden bench spread across the room. Certainly not the accommodations he was used to, but that didn't matter after his victory. Soon enough he would receive the star treatment and proper perks that he deserved. A loud knock disturbed his dreams of gold and greatness, and then another one served to annoy him. He stood from the bench on pulled on a pair of solid black slacks and a simple white dress shirt. He left the shirt unbuttoned as he opened the door, and there was Jack Johnson complete with camera crew and all.
"Hey, I was hoping we could get a quick interview, talk about the debut and everything."
"You have guts Mr. Johnson. After our last meeting I thought you would have learned that I do not like being bothered or trifled with."
"Look, I just wanna do my job."
"Very well, tell your cameraman to begin."
Johnson nods his head to the cameraman and he begins his countdown as Andrew and johnson find their mark and get set. The red light is on, and the smile is right on cue for Johnson.
"Hello OSW wrestling fans. I am Jack Johnson backstage here at OSW Ecstasy of Gold. This Pay Per View has been absolutely fantastic so far, and it only continues to get better. Right now though I am here to do a special interview for OSW dot com. OSW Ecstasy of Gold has seen some great performances from both seasoned veterans and newcomers. I have one of those newcomers here with me right now. He had an impressive showing against Dan "The Beast" Lewis, and picked up the victory. Andrew "The Insane" Savage . Thanks for your time Andrew, now first question."
"It is Mr. Savage to you Johnson. I am owed that respect, and you will show it to me."
"Uhm, okay. Mr. Savage, that was an impressive showing out there tonight. Before the match started you said that you were putting all champions, past, present, and future on notice. What makes you so confident out there considering this was your first ever professional match?"
"I thought I already explained this to you Johnson. Do you not remember our last interview? Of course you do, it's the reason you are sweating in terror right now. I have trained my body to be a human weapon. I have studied the martial arts, the ancient ways, and I have made sure to surround myself with the best training talent available. Beyond that I am easily the most intelligent man on this entire roster. I speak more than ten different languages, I have a doctorate degree at the age of sixteen, and I have a measured IQ of one hundred and sixty two. For those who don't know their scales, that puts me at the genius level, in league with Nobel Prize winners, brilliant mathematicians. Men like Albert Einstein, Rene Descartes, Galileo, Pascal, I could go on and on. It is for these reasons and many others that I am so confident."
"Well I've been told that your match for OSW seventy five is already booked. It appears as if your wish has been granted. You're going to be facing the current World Champion, Xavior Smith. A lot of people would say that this is quite the step up in competition."
"Oh without a doubt, Mr. Xavior has never faced anyone quite as talented and gifted as myself. Later tonight he faces a man that has been obsessed with a match that happened last week and seems to have zero focus on the match, let alone the title. Beyond that, I can only assume that our match will be fought under standard rules and not his beloved Street fight style. Xavior has earned that title without doubt, but he has earned it in matches with no rules or ridiculous gimmicks. He is not a true wrestler, not in the way that I am. As I said I have studied the martial arts for practically my entire life, and beyond that I have studied human anatomy. I can go into that ring and pick my opponents apart like no one else. I can pinpoint and target a weakness or a strength and then exploit it or take it away."
"Xavior has been wrestling a lot longer than you, not to mention that he's a two time World champion, and a former television champion. You might be getting a little ahead of yourself by thinking he's not a real wrestler, and that you'll have an easy victory."
"Mr. Johnson, I assure you that is not the case. I have warned you about questioning my abilities and my words once, do you wish me to prove my point with you?"
"No. Still Xavior is a tough competitor. He certainly won't go down without a fight."
"I would not expect him to, but listen and listen good. No one will stop me from achieving my goals, my destiny, my very birthright. No one, not even God himself..."
Savage stops in mid sentence and stares up at the heavens as a smug arrogant grin crosses his face, and he laughs a little bit.
"That's right, I said it you bearded bastard."
Savage lowers his eyes and the grin is still present as he stares right at the camera.
"No one, man, woman, or deity will stop me from becoming a champion. I said it would begin this week, and I stand by that. Xavior will simply become another victim of The Insane One. His defeat, and fall will give rise to The Fourth Reich. At OSW seventy five, the hunt begins."
Savage keeps the grin on his face before turning away from the camera and walking back into his locker room.
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February 27th, 1990 2:43 P.M.
Montreal, Quebec, Canada
The crowd surrounding Andrew Savage and his girlfriend Heather, is diverse and numerous as they make their way through Montreal's Pierre Elliot Trudeau International Airport.
"Why are we not taking the private jet Andrew."
"I explained to you already Heather. We could not get the required clearance to have it cross from Germany to Canada and then into the United States. It seems that the uptight people in Denver are quite adamant."
"But I like the private plane, plus I was thinking that we could celebrate your big win."
"Do you think this is how I want to travel? It's bad enough I have to go through the airport with all these common people, to be stuck on a plane with them. Of course we are in first class, still I would prefer to have my plane."
"Can't we just wait for it?"
Andrew stops walking and turns towards Heather with an annoyed and exasperated expression on his face.
"If we waited, I would not be at OSW seventy five for my match. If you would like to wait then that is more than fine. I can leave you here at this airport, you can wait until I arrive in Denver and call Claus to tell him to send the plane here. You can continue to wait as the plane prepares and clearance is granted, and then when you arrive back in Germany you can go back to that miserable hovel you used to call home and work on your fathers failing farm."
Heather grabs onto Andrew's arm tight and looks up at him with tears welling in her eyes.
"I didn't mean it like that Andrew."
"Why must you test my patience, and force me to make such threats. Heather, your place is to listen, do as you are told, and stand by my side, well slightly behind me. I should me the focus of everyone's attention after all."
Heather just looks down to the ground and keeps her hold on Andrew's arm as he begins to walk towards the terminal. The security check goes by with little complications, but his peaceful journey through the airport doesn't last as a group of teenagers come over towards him.
"Dude, I told you it was that guy from the wrestling deal."
"Oh yea, that douchebag German dude."
"Hey, why are you such an asshole."
Andrew looks up to the group of teenagers, and as you would expect a look of disgust and rage fills his face and voice.
"I would advise you three to shut your mouths and get out of my way."
The teenagers just laugh at him, only furthering his annoyance.
"Oh big man there, what you gonna use some of that wrestling on us?"
"That shit's totally fake anyway."
"Actually I would be more than happy to show you how real it is."
"Too bad, you can't do anything."
"On the contrary, I could shut your cretinous mouths right now, and there is nothing anyone could do about it. You boys probably aren't aware of the concept of diplomatic Immunity, but let me assure you of this. If you continue to speak to me in the manner you are right now, I will quiet you with force, and I can not be prosecuted."
"He's bluffing."
The teenagers all laugh and kind of taunt Andrew. One of them even pokes him in the chest, and he simply grabs his fingers and pushes them back almost breaking them before he places him in a hammerlock, and shoves him towards the wall.
"I assure you it is no bluff. You would be wise to learn some manners and recognize when you are in the presence of a superior."
Andrew pushes the kid down onto the floor and his buddies quickly run over to him. The other patrons of the airport stand there in a look of shock as the teenagers run off and Andrew simply continues on his way with Heather following behind him.
"What if they go and tell the police?"
"They won't, and even if they do we'll already be on the plane. I am Andrew Savage, I am a Count, German royalty, and soon to be international wrestling superstar, nobody can touch me."
Andrew lets the smug arrogant smile he's becoming known for cross his face, and places his arm out for Heather to take as they make their way towards their flight and OSW seventy five. | |
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