Post by Shadow on Oct 26, 2013 12:35:02 GMT -4
Dallas Texas, 1986
The scene opens in the common area of a dilapidated, underfunded orphanage located in south Dallas. Beyond caged windows the sun is just sinking below the horizon. A small young child sits on the floor in front of the television watching Devin Von Erik take on Soaring Shane Spillman for the CWF Heavyweight Championship. The match is actually happening down at the Sportitorium less than ten miles away. But the young boy can’t afford a ticket to go. On the screen the young child watches as Erik leaps through the air and lands a move rarely done, the moonsault. The fans in the arena are on their feet. Young Steve Ryback’s eyes go wide as he watches the referee drop to make the count.
“TV time is over” it was Sister Margaret, the nun in charge. In one hand was the clunky old television remote, in the other her wooden meter stick.
“But!” Steve starts to say turning away from the blank screen.
“Watch your mouth!” She whacks him in the arm with a ruler. “Now go wash up for supper.”
Steve never understood why the penguin was always smacking him with the yard stick. It wasn’t like he was talking about asses. Seeing that Steve isn’t moving, she smacks him in the other shoulder.
“Get!” She points to the door.
Somberly Steve stands up and walks past her. He keeps his head low and rubs the welts forming on each shoulder. He hated eating dinner with the other kids. They all picked on him because Steve was a scrawny. The thought of someone else teasing him because of his short stature and puny arms almost made him cry. Kids we’re cruel. He didn’t know it now, but adults weren’t much better. As he passed Sister Margaret she turned and fell into step behind him. As the sun set behind them it cast her shadow down the hallway, blanketing the small boy with it.
“Hurry up!” She poked him in the kidney with the yard stick.
The pain made him yelp. Steve turned and looked back at the bird.
“Stop it!” He said defiantly a tear welled up in his left eye. "Leave me alone!"
“No back talk!”
Another whack from the wood, this time to the ear. Steve turned defeated and held his head in shame. As he entered the boy’s room, he held back a tear.
“One day.” He whispered to himself thinking back to the match he saw on television. “One day, I’ll show all of them.”
Steve was sick of being stuck in everyone’s shadow. All the other boys were stronger than him, the girls would laugh at him when he failed at doing pushups in gym. But the worst thing about it all was everyone was taller than him. He just couldn’t take it. Steve didn’t know how, but one day things would change. One day he would be the biggest baddest som-bitch around. Thinking about his hero Devin Von Erik, Steve dreamed that one day, he'd be a champion…
You know, it was one year ago that I led a cadre of Meltdown Megastars into the depths of Hell to find out who was the Last Man Standing. And while I was not the last one erect at the end of the night, I still laid waste to most everybody who was in that match. Shortly thereafter I was drafted to Overdrive. And on my first night as an Overdrive Megastar following One Night in Hell 2012, I made a promise: I was coming for the Undisputed Champion. It may have taken a whole year to do it, but in the end I kept my word.
Now you may be asking yourself; am I referring to the elimination chamber, or am I talking about that little ass kicking I doled out on our current Undisputed Champion a few weeks back on Asylum? Let's just cut the bullshit, I’m not talking about either of them. I'm talking about Terry Marvin. When I walked into Overdrive last year, Mr. Showtime was the crown jewel of APW: Former Overdrive Champion, Test for the Best winner, practically undefeated and of course... the former Undisputed Champion.
I guess it’s only natural for a behemoth like me to set their sights on a prize like Terry Marvin. But there was something more I wanted. More than Terry, more than the title, it was something only a few can claim. I wanted to be the Overdrive hat trick. I mean hell I was a two time Overdrive champ and former Xtreme champion. Why the hell shouldn’t I try for the third? Then Terry got transferred to Asylum and I set my sights on winning the World Heavyweight championship. But then ole Alexander Duvall had to start bleeding from his vagina and kick me off Overdrive. So, after kicking the crap out of a bunch of other Megastars, I finally got shipped over to Asylum.
And there it was again: my goal. But this time I wasn't after the title. No, I couldn’t’ get the Overdrive triple crown, not really. Instead my goal became Terry Marvin. I’ll be honest. I’ve never been much for gold. All the sparkly, glittering atomic elements in the world won’t come with you after you’re gone. No, defeating a legend like Terry Marvin… That shit lasts forever. But of course Stefan Raab would have none of it. The former GM said, and I’ll quote “Shadow will never wrestle on MY show!” Proved him wrong, didn’t I?
But something has been bugging me. I know you’ll love Terry Marvin and I’m sure that crowd will have a hard time deciding just who they love more, Marvin or I. So let me help you make up your minds folks. Your former illustrious champion lied to you. He lied to all of you. Let’s talk about last Asylum and Terry Marvin’s rematch for the Undisputed Championship. What did you tell everyone Terry? You said that Parker martyred you when she defeated you for the title, she’d put you out of your misery. What the hell are you talking about? Were you really that bored? You claim you’ve done it all, you won Test of the best and Survive and Conquer, you’d held that belt for over four hundred days and you just wanted it to end? BULLSHIT!
And this crap you spewed about winning back your title so you could have “a hero’s send off?” You fucking jack ass you make me sick. You know why? Because in all of this Terry, after everything you ever did you never once faced me; and you know why, because you were scared. You had to be, hell that’s why you didn’t select me to be in the elimination chamber. You didn’t want me to stomp my big ass feet all over that happy ending you’re hoping to achieve. So don’t lie to the people any more Terry and stop lying to yourself. You haven’t done everything there is to do in APW until you’ve faced me yet. And when One Night in hell is finally over, you can have your hero’s send off. You can take your ball and go the hell home. Let me make one thing perfectly clear Terry. I was here long before you ever walked through the doors and I’ll be here long after they hit your ass on the way out.
Speaking of people who come and go regularly, when the hell did Blade get back? Oh yeah, China. Is that where you’ve been hiding all this time brother? Must have felt good I bet. Be gone for God knows how long, then someone moves the rock and let you out and gives you a title shot. Not only that, you got the chance to show up at the end of Asylum and level Terry Marvin with that belt. Blade, I know it’s been awhile and I’m glad to see you back man, but why the hell are you here? What do you just plan on winning the Undisputed Championship and then walk out of APW again?
Seriously brother, I don’t know if you’re just accident prone or a flake. You’re here one day then gone the next. Blade, you want to prove to me you deserve a shot at the Undisputed Championship you need to do more than show up in the last sixty seconds of Asylum and smack Terry Marvin in the face with the belt. You should have dropped Aubrey J Parker too, hell everyone else was kicking the shit out of her that night; why not you too?
Let’s talk about that hot little piece of Asian ass Sally Talford. Sally, sweetheart. You really don’t pay attention do you. First and foremost I didn’t steal AJP belt. I merely borrowed it without asking permission. Second, this isn’t the first time I’ve walked away with someone else’s title just for shits and giggles. I did it a year ago. I figured for the sake of literal symmetry, why not fuck with Parker’s already screwed up head a little more and hopefully send that bipolar bitch over the edge. Come on, was it too much to hope that Parker might’ve slit her wrists and liberated us from her self-righteous bullshit? I think not.
And here we go again with another stupid ass twat saying they know nothing about me. I’d expect this stuff from and new people like Jace Savage and Mad Mumf. But not You Sally. I’ll admit I actually had respect for Sally Talford once; a couple years ago when she beat Level One at Rasslemania. After actually listening to her speak? I’ve seen Hentai movies with more substance than that bitch. It must be nice to just coast through APW on your looks and not giving a damn about the other Megastars who actually make a difference here. You want to know what is the latest highlight in Sally Talford’s career: go to the men’s room at the Tokyo-dome, she’s the second urinal on the left, right between Bulma and Sailor Jupiter. This is the new Sally Talford? Real fucking impressive.
And as for your “friend” Young Mannie, don’t get me started with that doped up piece of douchery. Here’s a brief history of every encounter I’ve ever had with “The Main Attraction: He doesn’t win. While I may not be the one to put him away he sure as hell doesn’t come out on top. Look at last Asylum. Mannie, I know you were looking forward to this elimination chamber match. I’m sure a month ago you were on cloud nine thinking you actually had a snowball’s chance at winning that championship. You were sitting in the back, probably smoking a joint, and then Bailey announced he was pulling out of the chamber and named me as his replacement. I could hear you choking on your weed all the way out there at ringside. I’ll admit it was pretty freaking funny.
But a lot has happened in the past year Mannie. Like half the people in this match you disappeared for awhile then showed back up. But instead of hunting big game you had to go and get a hard on for “The Last Magician” in hopes she might wave her magical wand and give you some talent. You spent the last couple of months trying to hate crime Sally Talford and for what? Not a damn thing. From the way I see it, you and Sally will be too far up each other’s asses to notice what’s really going on. Only thing you can take for certain is that like every other encounter we’ve shared in the past, you won’t be walking out of One Night in Hell victorious.
Of course I saved the worst for last. But before I talk about our esteemed Undisputed Champion I want to take a second to talk about women in general. No I’m not a chauvinistic pig like Michael Lively. I have nothing but the utmost respect for women. Apparently that respect has been my downfall because anytime I’ve entered a match where I’m teamed with or face off against a woman I don’t come out on top. On the other hand I can go toe to toe with monsters like Mad Mumf, Yarmouth and even Sentinel and walk away victorious. Now I ask myself: “Self, why would you let that happen?” It’s because I hold back. I was raised as a southern gentleman, taught to treat ladies with respect. Guess what, that shit’s going out the window at One Night in Hell.
Because you gal’s don’t need to be treated with kid gloves. You want raw power; I’ll give you raw power. Hell, I’ll make stars out of all of ya’ll. People want to gripe and bitch about me jumping Aubrey J. Parker back in Beijing. That bitch got what she had coming to her. She’s leapt at the chance to way-lay me with a steel chair whether it be from behind, head on or by proxy. That little tidbit I dished out ain’t nothing compared to what I have in store for her once her she’s in there with me.
No, jumping Parker wasn’t about making it personal, it wasn’t about getting revenge. That bitch needed to be humbled, she needed to be reminded that while she may be champion she doesn’t have a friend in the world. Yes, she did the unthinkable, she ended Terry Marvin’s reign as Undisputed Champion, and we all applaud her for it. But all things considering, Terry Marvin has been saying he didn’t care about losing the belt that night. He wanted to lose it. Really makes her win seem so much more glorious don’t you think? And to retain the title Terry Marvin steals a page from her book and beats her ass with the chair. Some champion she is.
For God knows how long, I’ve had to listen to that shrew tote on about how she has accomplished all these wondrous things herself. Winning the North American title (had help-Krunk and chair), Winning Test for the Best (had help-New Sindicate), beating me down multiple times (had help-chair and Unforgiven with a chair), winning the Undisputed Championship (had help- Terry wanted to lose) retaining her title over Terry Marvin (had help-Terry Marvin with a chair). Jeez, can you ever close the deal yourself Parker?
So no, I am not impressed with our newly crowned champion. And no I do not respect our champion. In fact I think she’s the biggest hypocrite to ever walk these halls. At least pricks like Level One and Terry Marvin accomplished their feats of glory on their own. Aubrey J. Parker is just the shell of a woman permanently stuck in someone else’s shadow. First it was Logan Alexander, now Terry Marvin. And while she thinks winning that title may have finally freed her from it she couldn’t be farther from the truth. No, she won’t be free not until One Night in Hell and deep down she knows it. Only problem is that once she finally breaks free from Terry Marvin, once she finally runs him out of APW on a rail then there is still one shadow blanketing her bright little happy world with darkness…mine.
Parker, I know you’re praying for a repeat of last year’s One Night in hell. I know you’re begging for someone to save you from me. You can’t stand the thought of losing that belt, not after everything you’ve done… how far you’ve come. It’s all you have left. You’ve got no friends because you lied, cheated and stabbed everyone else in the back just to get that title. And now, you’re on your own, Aubrey, you’re all alone with everything to lose. Me? I’ve got nothing to lose, just everything to gain.
The scene opens in the common area of a dilapidated, underfunded orphanage located in south Dallas. Beyond caged windows the sun is just sinking below the horizon. A small young child sits on the floor in front of the television watching Devin Von Erik take on Soaring Shane Spillman for the CWF Heavyweight Championship. The match is actually happening down at the Sportitorium less than ten miles away. But the young boy can’t afford a ticket to go. On the screen the young child watches as Erik leaps through the air and lands a move rarely done, the moonsault. The fans in the arena are on their feet. Young Steve Ryback’s eyes go wide as he watches the referee drop to make the count.
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“TV time is over” it was Sister Margaret, the nun in charge. In one hand was the clunky old television remote, in the other her wooden meter stick.
“But!” Steve starts to say turning away from the blank screen.
“Watch your mouth!” She whacks him in the arm with a ruler. “Now go wash up for supper.”
Steve never understood why the penguin was always smacking him with the yard stick. It wasn’t like he was talking about asses. Seeing that Steve isn’t moving, she smacks him in the other shoulder.
“Get!” She points to the door.
Somberly Steve stands up and walks past her. He keeps his head low and rubs the welts forming on each shoulder. He hated eating dinner with the other kids. They all picked on him because Steve was a scrawny. The thought of someone else teasing him because of his short stature and puny arms almost made him cry. Kids we’re cruel. He didn’t know it now, but adults weren’t much better. As he passed Sister Margaret she turned and fell into step behind him. As the sun set behind them it cast her shadow down the hallway, blanketing the small boy with it.
“Hurry up!” She poked him in the kidney with the yard stick.
The pain made him yelp. Steve turned and looked back at the bird.
“Stop it!” He said defiantly a tear welled up in his left eye. "Leave me alone!"
“No back talk!”
Another whack from the wood, this time to the ear. Steve turned defeated and held his head in shame. As he entered the boy’s room, he held back a tear.
“One day.” He whispered to himself thinking back to the match he saw on television. “One day, I’ll show all of them.”
Steve was sick of being stuck in everyone’s shadow. All the other boys were stronger than him, the girls would laugh at him when he failed at doing pushups in gym. But the worst thing about it all was everyone was taller than him. He just couldn’t take it. Steve didn’t know how, but one day things would change. One day he would be the biggest baddest som-bitch around. Thinking about his hero Devin Von Erik, Steve dreamed that one day, he'd be a champion…
You know, it was one year ago that I led a cadre of Meltdown Megastars into the depths of Hell to find out who was the Last Man Standing. And while I was not the last one erect at the end of the night, I still laid waste to most everybody who was in that match. Shortly thereafter I was drafted to Overdrive. And on my first night as an Overdrive Megastar following One Night in Hell 2012, I made a promise: I was coming for the Undisputed Champion. It may have taken a whole year to do it, but in the end I kept my word.
Now you may be asking yourself; am I referring to the elimination chamber, or am I talking about that little ass kicking I doled out on our current Undisputed Champion a few weeks back on Asylum? Let's just cut the bullshit, I’m not talking about either of them. I'm talking about Terry Marvin. When I walked into Overdrive last year, Mr. Showtime was the crown jewel of APW: Former Overdrive Champion, Test for the Best winner, practically undefeated and of course... the former Undisputed Champion.
I guess it’s only natural for a behemoth like me to set their sights on a prize like Terry Marvin. But there was something more I wanted. More than Terry, more than the title, it was something only a few can claim. I wanted to be the Overdrive hat trick. I mean hell I was a two time Overdrive champ and former Xtreme champion. Why the hell shouldn’t I try for the third? Then Terry got transferred to Asylum and I set my sights on winning the World Heavyweight championship. But then ole Alexander Duvall had to start bleeding from his vagina and kick me off Overdrive. So, after kicking the crap out of a bunch of other Megastars, I finally got shipped over to Asylum.
And there it was again: my goal. But this time I wasn't after the title. No, I couldn’t’ get the Overdrive triple crown, not really. Instead my goal became Terry Marvin. I’ll be honest. I’ve never been much for gold. All the sparkly, glittering atomic elements in the world won’t come with you after you’re gone. No, defeating a legend like Terry Marvin… That shit lasts forever. But of course Stefan Raab would have none of it. The former GM said, and I’ll quote “Shadow will never wrestle on MY show!” Proved him wrong, didn’t I?
But something has been bugging me. I know you’ll love Terry Marvin and I’m sure that crowd will have a hard time deciding just who they love more, Marvin or I. So let me help you make up your minds folks. Your former illustrious champion lied to you. He lied to all of you. Let’s talk about last Asylum and Terry Marvin’s rematch for the Undisputed Championship. What did you tell everyone Terry? You said that Parker martyred you when she defeated you for the title, she’d put you out of your misery. What the hell are you talking about? Were you really that bored? You claim you’ve done it all, you won Test of the best and Survive and Conquer, you’d held that belt for over four hundred days and you just wanted it to end? BULLSHIT!
And this crap you spewed about winning back your title so you could have “a hero’s send off?” You fucking jack ass you make me sick. You know why? Because in all of this Terry, after everything you ever did you never once faced me; and you know why, because you were scared. You had to be, hell that’s why you didn’t select me to be in the elimination chamber. You didn’t want me to stomp my big ass feet all over that happy ending you’re hoping to achieve. So don’t lie to the people any more Terry and stop lying to yourself. You haven’t done everything there is to do in APW until you’ve faced me yet. And when One Night in hell is finally over, you can have your hero’s send off. You can take your ball and go the hell home. Let me make one thing perfectly clear Terry. I was here long before you ever walked through the doors and I’ll be here long after they hit your ass on the way out.
Speaking of people who come and go regularly, when the hell did Blade get back? Oh yeah, China. Is that where you’ve been hiding all this time brother? Must have felt good I bet. Be gone for God knows how long, then someone moves the rock and let you out and gives you a title shot. Not only that, you got the chance to show up at the end of Asylum and level Terry Marvin with that belt. Blade, I know it’s been awhile and I’m glad to see you back man, but why the hell are you here? What do you just plan on winning the Undisputed Championship and then walk out of APW again?
Seriously brother, I don’t know if you’re just accident prone or a flake. You’re here one day then gone the next. Blade, you want to prove to me you deserve a shot at the Undisputed Championship you need to do more than show up in the last sixty seconds of Asylum and smack Terry Marvin in the face with the belt. You should have dropped Aubrey J Parker too, hell everyone else was kicking the shit out of her that night; why not you too?
Let’s talk about that hot little piece of Asian ass Sally Talford. Sally, sweetheart. You really don’t pay attention do you. First and foremost I didn’t steal AJP belt. I merely borrowed it without asking permission. Second, this isn’t the first time I’ve walked away with someone else’s title just for shits and giggles. I did it a year ago. I figured for the sake of literal symmetry, why not fuck with Parker’s already screwed up head a little more and hopefully send that bipolar bitch over the edge. Come on, was it too much to hope that Parker might’ve slit her wrists and liberated us from her self-righteous bullshit? I think not.
And here we go again with another stupid ass twat saying they know nothing about me. I’d expect this stuff from and new people like Jace Savage and Mad Mumf. But not You Sally. I’ll admit I actually had respect for Sally Talford once; a couple years ago when she beat Level One at Rasslemania. After actually listening to her speak? I’ve seen Hentai movies with more substance than that bitch. It must be nice to just coast through APW on your looks and not giving a damn about the other Megastars who actually make a difference here. You want to know what is the latest highlight in Sally Talford’s career: go to the men’s room at the Tokyo-dome, she’s the second urinal on the left, right between Bulma and Sailor Jupiter. This is the new Sally Talford? Real fucking impressive.
And as for your “friend” Young Mannie, don’t get me started with that doped up piece of douchery. Here’s a brief history of every encounter I’ve ever had with “The Main Attraction: He doesn’t win. While I may not be the one to put him away he sure as hell doesn’t come out on top. Look at last Asylum. Mannie, I know you were looking forward to this elimination chamber match. I’m sure a month ago you were on cloud nine thinking you actually had a snowball’s chance at winning that championship. You were sitting in the back, probably smoking a joint, and then Bailey announced he was pulling out of the chamber and named me as his replacement. I could hear you choking on your weed all the way out there at ringside. I’ll admit it was pretty freaking funny.
But a lot has happened in the past year Mannie. Like half the people in this match you disappeared for awhile then showed back up. But instead of hunting big game you had to go and get a hard on for “The Last Magician” in hopes she might wave her magical wand and give you some talent. You spent the last couple of months trying to hate crime Sally Talford and for what? Not a damn thing. From the way I see it, you and Sally will be too far up each other’s asses to notice what’s really going on. Only thing you can take for certain is that like every other encounter we’ve shared in the past, you won’t be walking out of One Night in Hell victorious.
Of course I saved the worst for last. But before I talk about our esteemed Undisputed Champion I want to take a second to talk about women in general. No I’m not a chauvinistic pig like Michael Lively. I have nothing but the utmost respect for women. Apparently that respect has been my downfall because anytime I’ve entered a match where I’m teamed with or face off against a woman I don’t come out on top. On the other hand I can go toe to toe with monsters like Mad Mumf, Yarmouth and even Sentinel and walk away victorious. Now I ask myself: “Self, why would you let that happen?” It’s because I hold back. I was raised as a southern gentleman, taught to treat ladies with respect. Guess what, that shit’s going out the window at One Night in Hell.
Because you gal’s don’t need to be treated with kid gloves. You want raw power; I’ll give you raw power. Hell, I’ll make stars out of all of ya’ll. People want to gripe and bitch about me jumping Aubrey J. Parker back in Beijing. That bitch got what she had coming to her. She’s leapt at the chance to way-lay me with a steel chair whether it be from behind, head on or by proxy. That little tidbit I dished out ain’t nothing compared to what I have in store for her once her she’s in there with me.
No, jumping Parker wasn’t about making it personal, it wasn’t about getting revenge. That bitch needed to be humbled, she needed to be reminded that while she may be champion she doesn’t have a friend in the world. Yes, she did the unthinkable, she ended Terry Marvin’s reign as Undisputed Champion, and we all applaud her for it. But all things considering, Terry Marvin has been saying he didn’t care about losing the belt that night. He wanted to lose it. Really makes her win seem so much more glorious don’t you think? And to retain the title Terry Marvin steals a page from her book and beats her ass with the chair. Some champion she is.
For God knows how long, I’ve had to listen to that shrew tote on about how she has accomplished all these wondrous things herself. Winning the North American title (had help-Krunk and chair), Winning Test for the Best (had help-New Sindicate), beating me down multiple times (had help-chair and Unforgiven with a chair), winning the Undisputed Championship (had help- Terry wanted to lose) retaining her title over Terry Marvin (had help-Terry Marvin with a chair). Jeez, can you ever close the deal yourself Parker?
So no, I am not impressed with our newly crowned champion. And no I do not respect our champion. In fact I think she’s the biggest hypocrite to ever walk these halls. At least pricks like Level One and Terry Marvin accomplished their feats of glory on their own. Aubrey J. Parker is just the shell of a woman permanently stuck in someone else’s shadow. First it was Logan Alexander, now Terry Marvin. And while she thinks winning that title may have finally freed her from it she couldn’t be farther from the truth. No, she won’t be free not until One Night in Hell and deep down she knows it. Only problem is that once she finally breaks free from Terry Marvin, once she finally runs him out of APW on a rail then there is still one shadow blanketing her bright little happy world with darkness…mine.
Parker, I know you’re praying for a repeat of last year’s One Night in hell. I know you’re begging for someone to save you from me. You can’t stand the thought of losing that belt, not after everything you’ve done… how far you’ve come. It’s all you have left. You’ve got no friends because you lied, cheated and stabbed everyone else in the back just to get that title. And now, you’re on your own, Aubrey, you’re all alone with everything to lose. Me? I’ve got nothing to lose, just everything to gain.
