Post by The Xtremist on Jul 25, 2008 13:48:37 GMT -4
Tony: Vegas….sin city…a gracious mix of gambling, booze and women. I could not think of a more perfect place than here to win one more tag team title. Now I know why you lived here Sabur. The noise and life here grant strength to those who may otherwise have none, and hope to any with a few bucks.
Tony turned to his unlikely partner, The Irish Hammer Sabur. A few weeks ago, no one would picture these to men fighting WITH each other for a single purpose. But with the one victory of The Hardcore Kid and Jason Royce, all normal routes of thinking and predictions were gone. The two warriors were watching the city move and bustle from the hotel room Tony had decided to rent. Why stay in APW accommodations when you can live in style?
Sabur: For once Tony, your right. I know you wanted to talk strategy and train but I have a reservation at the Stratosphere tower. I’ll see you before the match…partner.
The two men nodded to each other as Sabur left the hotel to go have his meal. As the behemoth walked out of the room, another man entered, former Sex and Violence cameraman Emrys.
Emrys: Been while eh Tony. Glad to see your still thriving here in APW. I got your message and came as quickly as one man with a large camera could. I’ll set it up facing the window…damn you and heights.
Tony only could grin at his old camera operator. Every time he decided to use a skyline view to do his promo, Emrys was involved. The former Xtreme champion though back to Rasslemania, the Empire State building cut against Razor Ryan. Emrys set his camera up quickly, not wanting to test Tony’s patience.
Emrys: Go when ready Tony, I am all set up.
Tony turned to the window and raised a hand to Emrys, signaling the man to start the feed to aciontpackedwrestling.tk.
Tony: Here we are again ladies and gentlemen. Once again your idol or most despised star is in the title run in APW. This time, however, I do not fight alone. Myself and the greatest new blood in sports entertainment, The Irish Hammer Sabur, are fighting to re-establish the tag team division here in Action Packed Wrestling. Why do we need to do this? Because of a fluke allowed by the refs in Jeff’s back pocket. “That Team”, consisting of Spirit Tara Jacobs and our recently departed Diana Lambardo, were robbed of their titles by the team of The Hardcore Kid and Iceman Jason Royce. These two nobodies won by a fluke, and have tarnished the division they now lead. Alcoholics Anonymous is here to put a end to this.
The War Priest of Kaos turned to the camera, holding his arm out to bring attention to the daytime view of Vegas.
Tony: As you can see, the battleground for this fight is Las Vegas, Nevada. The arena to house this event is the MGM Grand Garden, which has allowed fighters such as Floyd Mayweather Jr, Oscar De La Hoya, and Mike Tyson. And come Sunday, the names Tony Blackwell and Sabur will be added to this list.
Tony put his arm down, taking a deep breath before continuing.
Tony: Iceman…once more I must pound you into the mat infront of thousands of people. Did you not learn your lesson the last time we met? You should have spared me the trouble, and the fans some time, and just dropped you title. Instead you force me and Sabur to attack you every night and destroy you. You see, when a employee of the buisness wishes to make fun of another, they relate them to you. Without your little partner you can’t win a fight. Hell, the two of you can barely last against just one other man. And now that I have the second strongest man here in APW with me, you have no chance. So at Apocolypse, enter the ring in what ever fashion you wish, place you title in the ring and walk away. No need to cripple youself in a hopeless struggle. [/color]
The Xtremist walked to his left to a small refridgerator and pulled out a can of monster, oddly enough being the Kaotic flavor. He opened the smoothe enrgy packed beverage and took a nice long chug. He placed the can on a nearby table and continued his speech.
Tony: THK….do not think your victory against Jeff was your doing. Without Kenny Lambardo interfering in your match, you would have been killed. Now, granted, I love seeing you fight him. But do not let you triumph over a legend of wrestling get to your head. Your win is a planned fluke, a mind game my leader planned against the president. So other than your aided win against Jeff, and your fluke against That Team, what have you done here? Had a few missed title shots and a list of losses, that’s what. Kid, you are not in Sabur’s league or my own. The best you can aspire to is a jobber to the up and coming stars. Pray for mercy this Sunday, but remember not to god, pray to me.
The Brawling Behemoth once more turned to the window, looking at all of the people and buisness going on even during the day here in Vegas.
Tony: Loyal fans, fear not. The hated reigns of THK and Iceman will come to a end at apocolypse. Sabur and I will avenge the loss of Diana and Spirit to these men. The tag team gold will return to the Kaotic realm at this PPV.
Tony motioned for the feed to cut, and the video went to black. Emrys began putting his equipment away, getting used to the flow of Tony and his work.
Tony: Emrys….I have a job for you.
Emrys turned to Tony with his head cocked to the side and a eyebrow raised.
Tony: Follow me and Sabur, Lively and Kenny around for the rest of this war against Jeff. Chronicle how we act, fight and possibly die. This is like no other feud in the buisness, and I am asking you to film it for other newcomers to the buisness. This is what happens when people start to give less than a damn about their fellow man.
Emrys: You know what, I’ll do it. Unrestricted access to the Reign of Kaos combatants, the chance to see Jeff fall from his perch…I’m definatly in Tony….but I want a better salary than last time.
Tony laughed and shook his head for a yes response. The Xtremist helped Emrys finish his packing, than walked out of the room with him to discuss the exact details of his new job and contract.
Tony turned to his unlikely partner, The Irish Hammer Sabur. A few weeks ago, no one would picture these to men fighting WITH each other for a single purpose. But with the one victory of The Hardcore Kid and Jason Royce, all normal routes of thinking and predictions were gone. The two warriors were watching the city move and bustle from the hotel room Tony had decided to rent. Why stay in APW accommodations when you can live in style?
Sabur: For once Tony, your right. I know you wanted to talk strategy and train but I have a reservation at the Stratosphere tower. I’ll see you before the match…partner.
The two men nodded to each other as Sabur left the hotel to go have his meal. As the behemoth walked out of the room, another man entered, former Sex and Violence cameraman Emrys.
Emrys: Been while eh Tony. Glad to see your still thriving here in APW. I got your message and came as quickly as one man with a large camera could. I’ll set it up facing the window…damn you and heights.
Tony only could grin at his old camera operator. Every time he decided to use a skyline view to do his promo, Emrys was involved. The former Xtreme champion though back to Rasslemania, the Empire State building cut against Razor Ryan. Emrys set his camera up quickly, not wanting to test Tony’s patience.
Emrys: Go when ready Tony, I am all set up.
Tony turned to the window and raised a hand to Emrys, signaling the man to start the feed to aciontpackedwrestling.tk.
Tony: Here we are again ladies and gentlemen. Once again your idol or most despised star is in the title run in APW. This time, however, I do not fight alone. Myself and the greatest new blood in sports entertainment, The Irish Hammer Sabur, are fighting to re-establish the tag team division here in Action Packed Wrestling. Why do we need to do this? Because of a fluke allowed by the refs in Jeff’s back pocket. “That Team”, consisting of Spirit Tara Jacobs and our recently departed Diana Lambardo, were robbed of their titles by the team of The Hardcore Kid and Iceman Jason Royce. These two nobodies won by a fluke, and have tarnished the division they now lead. Alcoholics Anonymous is here to put a end to this.
The War Priest of Kaos turned to the camera, holding his arm out to bring attention to the daytime view of Vegas.
Tony: As you can see, the battleground for this fight is Las Vegas, Nevada. The arena to house this event is the MGM Grand Garden, which has allowed fighters such as Floyd Mayweather Jr, Oscar De La Hoya, and Mike Tyson. And come Sunday, the names Tony Blackwell and Sabur will be added to this list.
Tony put his arm down, taking a deep breath before continuing.
Tony: Iceman…once more I must pound you into the mat infront of thousands of people. Did you not learn your lesson the last time we met? You should have spared me the trouble, and the fans some time, and just dropped you title. Instead you force me and Sabur to attack you every night and destroy you. You see, when a employee of the buisness wishes to make fun of another, they relate them to you. Without your little partner you can’t win a fight. Hell, the two of you can barely last against just one other man. And now that I have the second strongest man here in APW with me, you have no chance. So at Apocolypse, enter the ring in what ever fashion you wish, place you title in the ring and walk away. No need to cripple youself in a hopeless struggle. [/color]
The Xtremist walked to his left to a small refridgerator and pulled out a can of monster, oddly enough being the Kaotic flavor. He opened the smoothe enrgy packed beverage and took a nice long chug. He placed the can on a nearby table and continued his speech.
Tony: THK….do not think your victory against Jeff was your doing. Without Kenny Lambardo interfering in your match, you would have been killed. Now, granted, I love seeing you fight him. But do not let you triumph over a legend of wrestling get to your head. Your win is a planned fluke, a mind game my leader planned against the president. So other than your aided win against Jeff, and your fluke against That Team, what have you done here? Had a few missed title shots and a list of losses, that’s what. Kid, you are not in Sabur’s league or my own. The best you can aspire to is a jobber to the up and coming stars. Pray for mercy this Sunday, but remember not to god, pray to me.
The Brawling Behemoth once more turned to the window, looking at all of the people and buisness going on even during the day here in Vegas.
Tony: Loyal fans, fear not. The hated reigns of THK and Iceman will come to a end at apocolypse. Sabur and I will avenge the loss of Diana and Spirit to these men. The tag team gold will return to the Kaotic realm at this PPV.
Tony motioned for the feed to cut, and the video went to black. Emrys began putting his equipment away, getting used to the flow of Tony and his work.
Tony: Emrys….I have a job for you.
Emrys turned to Tony with his head cocked to the side and a eyebrow raised.
Tony: Follow me and Sabur, Lively and Kenny around for the rest of this war against Jeff. Chronicle how we act, fight and possibly die. This is like no other feud in the buisness, and I am asking you to film it for other newcomers to the buisness. This is what happens when people start to give less than a damn about their fellow man.
Emrys: You know what, I’ll do it. Unrestricted access to the Reign of Kaos combatants, the chance to see Jeff fall from his perch…I’m definatly in Tony….but I want a better salary than last time.
Tony laughed and shook his head for a yes response. The Xtremist helped Emrys finish his packing, than walked out of the room with him to discuss the exact details of his new job and contract.
