Post by Shadow on Sept 9, 2012 19:36:34 GMT -4
[glow=silver,9,200]THEN...[/glow]
Shadow got tired of waiting and spun Michael Lively around. He hit a rib-shattering kick to Lively’s gut and positioned him a standing headscissors. Shadow lifted Lively up into a Crucifix Powerbomb position.
“And it’s time for an Eclipse, Dick!” Shane West said.
Shadow turned, about to drive Lively to the ground—then out of nowhere, Young Mannie delivered a hard shot with the North American title to Lively’s exposed skull! In one swift motion Mannie rolled in, hit the champ and then dropped the belt only to roll out of the ring as the ref called for the bell. It’s five second of utter shock. Vancouver responded with a series of boos as Shadow dropped Lively and turned to the referee.
[glow=silver,9,200]NOW...[/glow]
The scene opens inside the Toronto arena where everyone is amped and psyched about tonight’s big show. So many huge matches are planned to take place and the watched pot is finally about to boil. Backstage, the ring crew bustles back and forth, getting everything ready for Meltdown. It won’t be long before the show goes live and everything has to be good to go.
“Has anyone seen Shadow?” Hannah Storm asks as she walks down the hallway. She looks as beautiful as always; despite the preshow aggravation of not being able to find your interviewee. “He’s a seven foot tall marble statue. How has nobody seen Shadow?”
The cameraman follows behind her as she passes by. Her black sequin dress sparkles under the fluorescent lights. She has white interview cards in her hand. This was a last minute addition to the preshow. People suspected Shadow was going to no show. Word was he was still keeping an eye on Craven’s physical therapy. Especially since the moronic “Main Man” was getting leaping back into the ring this week.
“Does anyone know where Shadow is?” Hannah asks again. She is losing her patience.
“Hannah,” Shadow waves from across the corridor. “Over here!”
She sighs and beckons to the cameraman.
“Come on!”
With haste they cross the room and meet in the middle.
“Hannah,” Shadow began, “I apologize, I thought they said East lot.”
She shakes her head.
“Let’s just get this over with. I need to get out there for the national anthem in a twenty minutes.”
A smile spreads across Shadow’s face. Straight and to the point, he always respected that about her. Then again they both really hoped THIS interview wouldn’t be interrupted like the last four were.
“We roll in three...two...” the cameraman holds up one finger as Hannah raises her microphone and Shadow gets his game face on.
“Shadow!” Hannah pauses as the arena is allotted time to cheer. “You’ve had a lot happen in the past few weeks. You won and lost the Xtreme championship, your former tag partner entered and awoke from a coma, you face Michael Lively, where Young Mannie interfered and cost you the match AND to top it all off this week you are welcoming back APW legend Streets Wilson. How does all this make you feel?”
“Feel? I feel like I stepped in gum honestly.”
Shadow checks his feet as Hannah pauses for audience reaction. She is not happy about the improve though. She uses the time to glance down at a card that she has palmed off camera.
“But I am glad Slade’s awake. I can say that. The other stuff I’m none too happy about, but I will rectify each of those really soon. First I’ll start by chucking Streets Wilson out like old milk. Then I’ll say something to Young Mannie. I know he can’t be asking for another ass kicking. I’m surprised he’s got any flesh left, I thought my boot had cleaved it all off. Then I’m going to settle up with Lively. Sooner or later I will get a rematch with Evan Envi. I can be patient. He isn’t going anywhere. Not until I get ahold of him.”
“What about Slade’s big overly dramatic wave up last week?”
“It was overly dramatic.”
“But he has a match this week. He hasn’t been awake more than ten days and he’s getting back in the ring? Surely he doesn’t have medical clearance.”
Shadow kind of chuckles.
“Oh Hannah,” He starts. “When Slade and I signed our big comeback contracts we optted for the company sponsored health plan.”
“The HMO?”
Shadow nods disappointedly.
“They misled us.”
There is a sadness to his voice.
“I’m so sorry.”
Her voice is full of sympathy. Suddenly Shadow changes the subject back to the interview.
“But yeah, Slade’s match, he’s stoked for it. I’m not. But it’s his brain he wants to damage. And I really don’t think much of those two people he’s facing this week so if he clears off a few Overdrive roster spots, sure. It would be nice for Envi Season to open a little early this year.”
“That’s a pretty mean thing to say about your tag partner.”
“He likes it.”
Hannah just rolls her eyes. “You said you planned on “chucking Streets Wilson” tonight. Care to elaborate?”
“Sure sweet cheeks. Streets Wilson belongs on the streets. I don’t see why he should be excited to get back in the ring, when it’s me on the other side waiting for him. Don’t get me wrong I think it’s hilarious when hypocrites like Streets are hurled into the hurricane. But I think after all those years living on the mean streets of who cares where; he finally caught the Hobo Crazy Disease. I really don’t feel right curb stomping a special Ed student but Streets is a bad man. “
“A bad man?”
“Of course, you’ve see his carelessness. That’s a liability we can’t have in the ring. He wants to appear all Billy bad ass by beating on some thug in a parking lot but that’s doesn’t work on a guy like me and frankly it pisses me off when bystanders have to pay for someone like Streets’ arrogant attitude. He’s no different than a child street gang bullying with their little pig stickers. That doesn’t belong in my ring. Streets Wilson does not belong in my ring Hannah, so I’m chucking him out.”
She seems a little taken aback by his directness. After a simple second she says, “Oh.”
“Exactly, Hannah.” Shadow responds. “So tonight Streets Wilson will make his ‘return,’ good for him. It’s always nice to see the Make a Wish Foundation grant a wish for some terminal kid with that Robin Williams movie aging disease.”
Hannah’s eyes get wide.
“I think that’s all the time we have.” She stammers when she speaks.
“Nah, I’m not done Hannah.” Shadow says to her. “I got a lot to say here.”
Storm looks at her watch. She looks up at Shadow, “I have to be in the ring in like fifteen minutes, dude.” Her voice is exacerbated.
“It’s perfectly fine Hannah,” Shadow motions for her to shoo. “You get out there and break a leg. Please I do not mean like the kind I may unintentionally inflict on Streets tonight.”
There is a quick pause as Shadow smiles at her. She sighs again and says, “Fine.”
She turns and walks off camera as the big man grins watching Hannah leave. Shadow’s eyes shift to the camera. He turns toward it and raises the microphone to his lips. There is a brief pause.
“Ya’ll miss me? I know last time I was here in Toronto I dumped out some pretty expensive wine and kicked the crap out of your boy Level One and his former Gimp Johnny Rebel. Ya’ll seemed pretty pissed about that. So how about I make it up to you? Does Toronto want to hear Shadow talk shit about Streets Wilson?”
He pauses as the camera cuts live.
Streets Wilson, what did you do to piss off Johnny Diamond? I mean I went back and looked, in all the years Streets Wilson wrestled in APW, dating all the way back to 2009, I never had the opportunity to hand you your own ass. Slade got to do it, so did Assassin, but not me. So, again I ask you; what in the hell did you do to warrant Johnny Diamond hanging your ass out to dry on your first week back? Surely he didn't think you had the moxy to match meat with a monster like me. No, that couldn't be it. Maybe he just wanted to see that hilarious look on your face when you're choking on your own tongue. You know the one. That twisted looked plastered across your face about three years ago when Slade AND Assassin dropped your ass like a bad storyline back in Paris. I have to say, it’s nice to see that after three years, and apparently a bunch of truck stop BJs, you finally made your way back to the states.
So welcome back to APW Streets. How does it feel to come back after all this time? I promise you tomorrow it’s going to hurt a whole lot worse. And the people Streets, they have missed you, did you know that? Honest to God, lately the talent in APW has not had the same consistency that we brought to the ring during the Golden Age of APW. Lately the proverbial pot luck that these jobbers have brought to my ring has been mediocre at best, but you sir. You bring promise. I like that about you Streets.
Oh, that promise I’m talking about, Streets; it’s not much. I went back and watched all your matches with Slade and Assassin; it was like black people and Black Entertainment Television. So mind numbing you can’t take your eyes off it. Then, when it’s finally over, you’re too ashamed to talk about it. And I’m not talking about my homeboys. Well Slade looked like shit in one of those matches. Anyway, I was staring at these classroom examples you call matches, and I started to think: He’s going to run his mouth this week.
Yeah, I knew you’d say the same rerun crap I’ve been hearing since I showed up on Meltdown. Every rookie comes in here piping off the same spiel: How I’m just some nobody stuck on the shit show and you’re about to make an example out of me on my way to the top. Blah, Blah, Blah. I’ve heard it all before son. You aren’t the first piece of trash to think you’re a treasure. Perhaps you haven’t heard of me. Yes I’m Shadow, you certainly will remember me out of the rest. Or maybe you’ll just end up like all the other trauma cases, self-lobotomizing themselves to make it all go away. All I know is: I’m going to have fun tonight.
Because I enjoy my job, yes sir I do. Johnny Diamond bestowed upon me the job of cleaning out Meltdown’s gutter’s every once in a while. We have to keep APW’s future looking bright. Every once in a while a lump of coal ends up amongst the rest of us Diamonds, so the honcho hired me to make sure their either crushed into a diamond or just crushed period. Look at what happened to Steve Stryker; that Zirconia thought he’d look good with some gold around his waist, big mistake. I snuffed him out just like the rest. It’s a Dirty Job, we’re thinking of pitching it to Mike Rowe sometime. The “potential” they keep pitting me against is pretty pathetic and I think Rowe can hack it.
But back to the Hack: Streets let’s talk about your “triumphant” return which because I don’t like to lie to people, shall hence forth be known simply as: your return. You been tooting this trumpet the past few weeks about how you’re King of the Streets and that you’re as vicious as you are violent. This does not sit well with me. I don’t like hypocrites or liars Streets and you sir are both.
What? You want to tell me your life story: how you grew up on the streets and then raised your empire by razing others? Pop off with some comment about how you’re only as tough as the streets you called home? You perpetuate the very stereotype you hate because it’s all you’ve ever known. Well tonight I get to teach you a little humility Streets.
Humility is something I kind of preach. Well not so much preach as stomp into your skull repeatedly while you drool like a blithering idiot on the canvass. I know I talk a mean game here Streets, but truth be told. I got the balls to back up everything I’m saying to you. When was the last time someone truly stood up to you, Streets Wilson? Can you remember, or do you not even care? I’m betting the latter. That’s perfectly fine with me. You want to be a stubborn jackass; I’ll find a way to get the message through that thick noggin.
Streets we need to talk about Chuck Norris. He doesn’t want to work with you anymore. You represent everything he stands against and he has said as long as he doesn’t see you he won’t kill you. Don’t let this influence your decision to keep wrestling after the match. No let the punishment I unleash make up your mind for you. Then when it’s all over you can make the same decision every other joke did: leave.
That’s something I recall you doing a lot actually. You just keep breaking out every now and then, kind of like a bad rash. That makes you a venereal disease, Streets. Now you’re name makes sense! I guess it’s a good thing we figure it out early. Good treatment for VD? Bone mashing! Don’t worry. It’ll grow back, just like you Streets.
All week I’ve wondered what kind of return you were going to have. I kept thinking about it, over and over then it finally hit me. Everyone here should take a real good look at Streets Wilson, he’s just passing through and he won’t be staying long. And I wish I could say the good people of Toronto are in for a treat, but I can’t carry the whole match Streets. The doctors say it’s not good for my knees
Aww hell, I’m just joshing you. My knees are fine; it’s your ass that’s in trouble. I’ve carried more matches than you’ve had good ones. It’s the benefit of being a Hall of Famer, something maybe someday you’ll be. You need to work on your consistency Streets. Right now you’re the same swamp shit served up off the streets. Having to listen to some has been hack talking about his ONE half ass glory day back in the only APW hiccup in history is so painstaking. I watched what you called an Xtreme Championship match and nearly threw up. My loss to Evan Envi looked better than that!
Does it sting a little bit there? Did you get a little Razor burn? By the way, you know how many Ramones titles I can equate to the ass kicking I’m going to deliver tonight in the ring? Do you got something else to say to me Streets? I bet you’re choking on your pride about now. I may not even have to kick your ass tonight. With the promise I see in you, I bet you’ll do just fine kicking your own ass for me. I won’t even have to break a sweat. It’s always nice when the trash knows it’s being tossed out and lends a hand.
But if you want to man up, I love someone steps forward. I kick your ass right back to the end of the line. I bounced before I became a wrestler, why do you think Johnny’s using me to set the Diamond Standard? He wants people like you to understand we don’t tolerate flaky fickle freaks who find it funny to fly to and fro. So they’re sending me to find out if you really want to be here or not. I really don’t care. Say what you want, Hulk likes to smash.
There’s another word that triggers a memory. What’s another word for smash? Hard shot sounds pretty good to me. Oh another S-word, skull! Mannie, you don’t have the patience to wait another five freaking seconds for me to finish what I’m doing? You interfered in my business you stupid piece of crap. And you got Lively named winner. Nice going dumbass.
You still pissed about all the times I beat your ass? You got a problem with me; you say it to my face. Only person who delivers messages via ass kicking around this place is me. Now Michael Lively is going to run his mouth about the one time he did something of note on Meltdown. Oh no, he’s going to be another Streets Wilson!
They tagged together you know? Streets and Lively, it didn’t turn out so well. I think it involved a flipping leg drop off the top rope. Yeah Slade did it to ya, you choked on your own tongue. Anyway, I don’t flip off the top rope. That doesn’t make any sense. I will throw you off the top rope, and hurl you, maybe even heave you off the top rope. But I won’t flip. Unless it’s the Shadow-sault. Then I will.
Awe damn, I’m rambling now Streets look at all that borrowed time. You don’t have much left it looks like. Too bad too, people looked like they were just getting used to the idea Streets Wilson was back. I guess you can only hold on to the past for so long before you got to let it go. It’s alright though Streets, where you’re going... Well they know how to keep warm. That’s something for you to look forward to. Sorry to be the one to say this to ya but, goodbye it’s been real bro. Real quick and really painful.
