Post by Phate on Jul 26, 2008 23:52:26 GMT -4
Friday, July 25, 2008
11:27 P.M.
Our scene fades into view under a very overcast early evening sky, ominous plum-colored clouds drifting high overhead and cascading into deep ebony shadows emanating from the grounds below. Speaking of grounds our eyes drift down past the shadows and the grape hue of eerie clouds and to the well-manicured grass and foliage of modern-day burial grounds, more affectionately known as a cemetery. We allow our gaze to scan the area, taking in the unsettling aura of death and tragedy as our pupils grace the faces of barely discernible grave stones under the evening sky. We begin to feel captured and claustrophobic as the macabre symmetry and lines of the wrought iron fence surrounding the burial ground come into play from the corners of our eyes, its inky paintjob shimmering like ethereal slime in the glow of the moon. Shaking the feeling of entrapment we begin traversing the tombstones anew, admiring their weathered surfaces and feeling slightly soothed by a whistling twilight breeze as it winds through the nearby trees. Our minds feel eased….until our semi-silence is broken by the unmistakable dulcet tones of soil being shifted. We follow our ears, blocking out all noises other than that of something metallic in origin plunging through earth until we come upon a freshly dug burial plot – with a rather stocky gentleman in its center still digging it! Lit only by a single kerosene lamp perched precariously on the upper edge of the large hole our grave digger sputters along, his midnight-hued uniform dress shirt damp with sweat and the Windsor knot of his silken cranberry-colored necktie around his thick neck loosened by activity. Large mud stains careen to and fro across the man’s top, his own moisture transforming the dirt in his immediate area and forcing it to cling to his person. Lifting his head for a moment to breathe inward our plot maker’s visage comes into view thanks to the ambient lighting of the nearby lantern and we finally see…that he is none other than Action Packed Wrestling’s own “The Icon” Doctor Phate, his black horn-rimmed glasses sullied by dirt and sweat! Utilizing one of his caramel-toned forearms to wipe his sweat beaded brow Phate exhales the brisk night air and allows a smile to cross his lips as he winks at someone out of our range of vision. We follow his eye…and we meet the acquaintance of Doctor Phate’s enigmatic female companion from a few nights ago! Perched upon the top of a barely visible tombstone placed in front of Phate’s plot the woman is still dressed like Doctor Phate, a slightly oversized black school uniform dress shirt coupled with a red silk necktie and a wonderfully pleated black school uniform skirt. A pair of black and white canvas Chuck Taylor basketball sneakers grace her feet, stemming from the ankle of white knee-high dress socks. Everything else on the woman is visible other than her face; the cloak-like black hooded sweatshirt from Monday’s episode of Overdrive unzipped and seemingly engulfing her athletic figure but its hood still up to conceal her identity. Phate blows his mysterious ally a kiss, which she coyly catches before smacking it to her lips, before catching a glimpse of us out of the corner of his eye! Tossing his shovel up to the grassy knoll above his now-finished plot Phate quickly sashays to the side of the hole and rests his head upon his palms as his forearms and elbows stay steady and support his head. “The Icon” makes sure to establish eye contact with us, his pupils smiling in that seductive yet dangerous way that only he has mastered, before giving his mouth permission to grin cheekily at the viewer. Taking a scant second to adjust his black horn-rimmed eyeglasses Phate clears his throat and begins to talk!
Phate (addressing the viewer; amused and relaxed tone of voice): Ah, Apocalypse. That big-lipped sucka from the X-Men comics. I re - -
Mystery Woman (sensual tone; addressing Phate): Uh, wrong Apocalypse, baby.
Phate (staring up at his companion; confused expression): Wha - -? Wrong one? (Stops to think for a moment before the light bulb goes on; addressing companion) OH! The pay-per-view!
Mystery Woman (jovial tone; addressing Phate; giving Phate the ‘thumbs up’): Yep!
Phate (addressing companion; thankful tone): Thanks fer th’ assist, bay-bay! (Addressing the viewer once more; gruff voice) Lemme tell ya a lil’ somethin’ about Apocalypse, brother! Whatcha gonna do when - -
Mystery Woman (slightly annoyed tone; addressing Phate): Uhm, wrong gimmick, baby.
Phate (staring up at his companion; confused expression): …? Wrong gimmick?!? (Stops to think for a moment before the light bulb goes on; addressing companion) Oh yeah! That’s th’ Real American!
Mystery Woman (amused tone; addressing Phate; giving Phate a double ‘thumbs up’): You’re on top of things tonight, baby – in more ways than one!
Phate (addressing companion; thankful tone that’s not as thankful as before): Thank you…baby. (Addressing the viewer once more; cocky, masculine tone of voice) FINALLY, The Doc…has come BACK…to - -
Mystery Woman (annoyed tone; addressing Phate): Uhm, that’s the wrong gimmick AGAIN, baby.
Phate (staring up at his companion; confused and annoyed expression): Awww horse shit! Did you even prepare me any material fer this?!?
Mystery Woman (annoyed tone; addressing Phate): That’s not my job, darling. And besides we already talked about things on the way here. You wanted to send a message to Matt Metal, remember?
Phate (Stops to think for a moment before the light bulb goes on; addressing companion): Oh yeah! Right! How am I doin’ so far?
Mystery Woman (amused tone; addressing Phate): On a scale of one to ten? Zero. But you get an A for effort, baby!
Phate (angered expression; addressing companion; shaking his right pointer finger like a disciplinarian): If I didn’t love you I’d......fine. Nothin’ prepared so I’ll jus’ come from th’ heart. (Turning his attention back to the viewer; addressing the audience; annoyed tone) They say that Apocalypse is th’ end. The end of A world, th’ end of THE world….no matter how ya cut it, it means the end. Finit! Done! Over! Adios! Aloha! Arrivederci! Th’ light is at th’ end of th’ tunnel so go to it, my son! Th’ last kiss goodnight! The - -
Mystery Woman (slightly annoyed tone; addressing Phate): I think they get the idea, baby!
Phate (angered expression; addressing companion; mocking her voice): “I think they get the idea, baby!” (Turning his attention back to the viewer; addressing the audience; annoyed tone) A few years ago, 2005 t’be exact, Action Packed Wrestling’s resident Gen’ral Manager Matt Metal met his own personal Apocalypse at th’ hands of a broken neck. His “stellar” career was over, an’ he decided t’hang his Wrangler Jeans up in th’ back of th’ closet and call it a day in fear of aggravatin’ his neck any further. Fast forward to 2008 an’ we suddenly see Matt Metal poppin’ up on APW television as President Jeff’s pool boy, makin’ matches and comin’ outta retirement to headline Test for the Best! Y’see, it appeared that Matt Metal hadn’t ACTUALLY met his own personal Apocalypse back in 2005. Th' whole retirement due to injury thing? It was just a...a….hiccup in th’ Matt Metal timeline an’ 2008 was becomin’ the year of his resurrection. At least until he decided t’step up to ME.
Phate takes a few seconds to climb out of the fresh grave with the assistance of his companion, dusting his skirt off and patting his female friend on the rump before continuing on!
Phate (annoyed tone; addressing viewer): See, General Manager Metal felt that when I called him an “old man” at Test for the Best that I was not only disrespectin’ him but that I was disrespectin’ alla the wrestlers who came before me an’ paved th’ way for me. All th’ legends, if you will. Thing is, I wasn’t disrespecting all th’ legends and wrestlers that came before me. I was jus’ disrespecting MATT METAL. Why? Simple!
Phate, lifting the lantern high, smiles eerily as his eyes fixate upon the face of the tombstone his female companion was previously seated on. What is on the surface of the grave stone?
Phate (semi-serious tone; addressing viewer while pointing at the tombstone): Because Matt Metal is a ZOMBIE! An’ I can’t respect th’ living dead! It wasn't a hiccup - - yer jus' back t'eat some brains! (Angered; addressing Matt Metal) Face it, Mattie - yer career died in 2005! I don’t know if they buried yer career in th’ pet cemetery or what but somehow yer career survived yer own personal Apocalypse an’ now yer tryin’ to come back from th’ dead an’ resuscitate your name against me! Well lemme dash yer dreams before you even have them! You beatin’ me this Sunday? Not happening! (Handing his companion the lantern; angry tone of voice) You said you were tired of me walkin’ around the APW locker room like I’m th’ best, like I’m better than ev’rybody else! Y’know what? I walk around APW like I’ve got an “S” on my chest because ain’t nobody around here got th’ Kryptonite t’take me down – and YOU are no exception! You are a ‘has-been’ an’ I am an ‘about to’ - - I’m ‘about to’ defeat whoever wins th’ APW World Heavyweight Title at Shockwave in August an’ come this Sunday at Apocalypse I’m ‘about to’ break my foot off in yer ass! I hope yer neck is TRULY one hundred percent because I plan t’test it and test it often by hittin’ you wit’ so many different Lariats that yer HMO drops you before th’pay-per-view even STARTS!
Phate’s anger is at a boiling point, prompting his female companion to quickly run up behind him and kiss him on his right cheek! The kiss seems to soothe the savage cross-dressing beast, Phate taking a moment to kiss her right hand before looking back our way and continuing on.
Phate (casual, amused tone; addressing Matt Metal): This Sunday th’ Apocalypse begins anew, Matt Metal – an’ I’m playin’ the parts of all FOUR Horsemen! As Conquest I will conquer you! As War I will take all you have t’dish out an’ send it back yer way times ten! As Famine I will starve your win-loss column until it collapses from lack of nourishment! And as Death I will stand tall as they throw a sheet ov’r yer remains an’ wheel you outta th’ ring! Prepare for th’ end, Matt Metal – because I’m prepared to paint Las Vegas red wit’ your blood an’ show th’ thousands in attendance an’ the millions watchin’ from the privacy of their own home that you ain’t a legend – yer just another wrestler. And while Legends die and Wrestlers come and go ICONS LIVE FOREVER!
Mystery Woman (jovial tone; addressing Metal and the viewer; blowing a kiss to Metal and the viewer): Toodles!
As our scene begins to fade our two creepy lovebirds walk away, the mysterious female companion hopping on Phate’s back piggyback style as they walk into the darkness. The kerosene lantern is left behind on a nearby tombstone and, as our eyes adjust to the slight darkness surrounding the tombstone we realize that we are staring at the engraved tombstone of Diana Steel Lambardo! As our eyes drift downward, and we take the time to read each and every syllable aloud to ourselves to ensure we are looking at Diana’s tombstone, we realize that this grave has also been dug up tonight - - and its casket is missing a lid and a body!
11:27 P.M.
Our scene fades into view under a very overcast early evening sky, ominous plum-colored clouds drifting high overhead and cascading into deep ebony shadows emanating from the grounds below. Speaking of grounds our eyes drift down past the shadows and the grape hue of eerie clouds and to the well-manicured grass and foliage of modern-day burial grounds, more affectionately known as a cemetery. We allow our gaze to scan the area, taking in the unsettling aura of death and tragedy as our pupils grace the faces of barely discernible grave stones under the evening sky. We begin to feel captured and claustrophobic as the macabre symmetry and lines of the wrought iron fence surrounding the burial ground come into play from the corners of our eyes, its inky paintjob shimmering like ethereal slime in the glow of the moon. Shaking the feeling of entrapment we begin traversing the tombstones anew, admiring their weathered surfaces and feeling slightly soothed by a whistling twilight breeze as it winds through the nearby trees. Our minds feel eased….until our semi-silence is broken by the unmistakable dulcet tones of soil being shifted. We follow our ears, blocking out all noises other than that of something metallic in origin plunging through earth until we come upon a freshly dug burial plot – with a rather stocky gentleman in its center still digging it! Lit only by a single kerosene lamp perched precariously on the upper edge of the large hole our grave digger sputters along, his midnight-hued uniform dress shirt damp with sweat and the Windsor knot of his silken cranberry-colored necktie around his thick neck loosened by activity. Large mud stains careen to and fro across the man’s top, his own moisture transforming the dirt in his immediate area and forcing it to cling to his person. Lifting his head for a moment to breathe inward our plot maker’s visage comes into view thanks to the ambient lighting of the nearby lantern and we finally see…that he is none other than Action Packed Wrestling’s own “The Icon” Doctor Phate, his black horn-rimmed glasses sullied by dirt and sweat! Utilizing one of his caramel-toned forearms to wipe his sweat beaded brow Phate exhales the brisk night air and allows a smile to cross his lips as he winks at someone out of our range of vision. We follow his eye…and we meet the acquaintance of Doctor Phate’s enigmatic female companion from a few nights ago! Perched upon the top of a barely visible tombstone placed in front of Phate’s plot the woman is still dressed like Doctor Phate, a slightly oversized black school uniform dress shirt coupled with a red silk necktie and a wonderfully pleated black school uniform skirt. A pair of black and white canvas Chuck Taylor basketball sneakers grace her feet, stemming from the ankle of white knee-high dress socks. Everything else on the woman is visible other than her face; the cloak-like black hooded sweatshirt from Monday’s episode of Overdrive unzipped and seemingly engulfing her athletic figure but its hood still up to conceal her identity. Phate blows his mysterious ally a kiss, which she coyly catches before smacking it to her lips, before catching a glimpse of us out of the corner of his eye! Tossing his shovel up to the grassy knoll above his now-finished plot Phate quickly sashays to the side of the hole and rests his head upon his palms as his forearms and elbows stay steady and support his head. “The Icon” makes sure to establish eye contact with us, his pupils smiling in that seductive yet dangerous way that only he has mastered, before giving his mouth permission to grin cheekily at the viewer. Taking a scant second to adjust his black horn-rimmed eyeglasses Phate clears his throat and begins to talk!
Phate (addressing the viewer; amused and relaxed tone of voice): Ah, Apocalypse. That big-lipped sucka from the X-Men comics. I re - -
Mystery Woman (sensual tone; addressing Phate): Uh, wrong Apocalypse, baby.
Phate (staring up at his companion; confused expression): Wha - -? Wrong one? (Stops to think for a moment before the light bulb goes on; addressing companion) OH! The pay-per-view!
Mystery Woman (jovial tone; addressing Phate; giving Phate the ‘thumbs up’): Yep!
Phate (addressing companion; thankful tone): Thanks fer th’ assist, bay-bay! (Addressing the viewer once more; gruff voice) Lemme tell ya a lil’ somethin’ about Apocalypse, brother! Whatcha gonna do when - -
Mystery Woman (slightly annoyed tone; addressing Phate): Uhm, wrong gimmick, baby.
Phate (staring up at his companion; confused expression): …? Wrong gimmick?!? (Stops to think for a moment before the light bulb goes on; addressing companion) Oh yeah! That’s th’ Real American!
Mystery Woman (amused tone; addressing Phate; giving Phate a double ‘thumbs up’): You’re on top of things tonight, baby – in more ways than one!
Phate (addressing companion; thankful tone that’s not as thankful as before): Thank you…baby. (Addressing the viewer once more; cocky, masculine tone of voice) FINALLY, The Doc…has come BACK…to - -
Mystery Woman (annoyed tone; addressing Phate): Uhm, that’s the wrong gimmick AGAIN, baby.
Phate (staring up at his companion; confused and annoyed expression): Awww horse shit! Did you even prepare me any material fer this?!?
Mystery Woman (annoyed tone; addressing Phate): That’s not my job, darling. And besides we already talked about things on the way here. You wanted to send a message to Matt Metal, remember?
Phate (Stops to think for a moment before the light bulb goes on; addressing companion): Oh yeah! Right! How am I doin’ so far?
Mystery Woman (amused tone; addressing Phate): On a scale of one to ten? Zero. But you get an A for effort, baby!
Phate (angered expression; addressing companion; shaking his right pointer finger like a disciplinarian): If I didn’t love you I’d......fine. Nothin’ prepared so I’ll jus’ come from th’ heart. (Turning his attention back to the viewer; addressing the audience; annoyed tone) They say that Apocalypse is th’ end. The end of A world, th’ end of THE world….no matter how ya cut it, it means the end. Finit! Done! Over! Adios! Aloha! Arrivederci! Th’ light is at th’ end of th’ tunnel so go to it, my son! Th’ last kiss goodnight! The - -
Mystery Woman (slightly annoyed tone; addressing Phate): I think they get the idea, baby!
Phate (angered expression; addressing companion; mocking her voice): “I think they get the idea, baby!” (Turning his attention back to the viewer; addressing the audience; annoyed tone) A few years ago, 2005 t’be exact, Action Packed Wrestling’s resident Gen’ral Manager Matt Metal met his own personal Apocalypse at th’ hands of a broken neck. His “stellar” career was over, an’ he decided t’hang his Wrangler Jeans up in th’ back of th’ closet and call it a day in fear of aggravatin’ his neck any further. Fast forward to 2008 an’ we suddenly see Matt Metal poppin’ up on APW television as President Jeff’s pool boy, makin’ matches and comin’ outta retirement to headline Test for the Best! Y’see, it appeared that Matt Metal hadn’t ACTUALLY met his own personal Apocalypse back in 2005. Th' whole retirement due to injury thing? It was just a...a….hiccup in th’ Matt Metal timeline an’ 2008 was becomin’ the year of his resurrection. At least until he decided t’step up to ME.
Phate takes a few seconds to climb out of the fresh grave with the assistance of his companion, dusting his skirt off and patting his female friend on the rump before continuing on!
Phate (annoyed tone; addressing viewer): See, General Manager Metal felt that when I called him an “old man” at Test for the Best that I was not only disrespectin’ him but that I was disrespectin’ alla the wrestlers who came before me an’ paved th’ way for me. All th’ legends, if you will. Thing is, I wasn’t disrespecting all th’ legends and wrestlers that came before me. I was jus’ disrespecting MATT METAL. Why? Simple!
Phate, lifting the lantern high, smiles eerily as his eyes fixate upon the face of the tombstone his female companion was previously seated on. What is on the surface of the grave stone?
Phate (semi-serious tone; addressing viewer while pointing at the tombstone): Because Matt Metal is a ZOMBIE! An’ I can’t respect th’ living dead! It wasn't a hiccup - - yer jus' back t'eat some brains! (Angered; addressing Matt Metal) Face it, Mattie - yer career died in 2005! I don’t know if they buried yer career in th’ pet cemetery or what but somehow yer career survived yer own personal Apocalypse an’ now yer tryin’ to come back from th’ dead an’ resuscitate your name against me! Well lemme dash yer dreams before you even have them! You beatin’ me this Sunday? Not happening! (Handing his companion the lantern; angry tone of voice) You said you were tired of me walkin’ around the APW locker room like I’m th’ best, like I’m better than ev’rybody else! Y’know what? I walk around APW like I’ve got an “S” on my chest because ain’t nobody around here got th’ Kryptonite t’take me down – and YOU are no exception! You are a ‘has-been’ an’ I am an ‘about to’ - - I’m ‘about to’ defeat whoever wins th’ APW World Heavyweight Title at Shockwave in August an’ come this Sunday at Apocalypse I’m ‘about to’ break my foot off in yer ass! I hope yer neck is TRULY one hundred percent because I plan t’test it and test it often by hittin’ you wit’ so many different Lariats that yer HMO drops you before th’pay-per-view even STARTS!
Phate’s anger is at a boiling point, prompting his female companion to quickly run up behind him and kiss him on his right cheek! The kiss seems to soothe the savage cross-dressing beast, Phate taking a moment to kiss her right hand before looking back our way and continuing on.
Phate (casual, amused tone; addressing Matt Metal): This Sunday th’ Apocalypse begins anew, Matt Metal – an’ I’m playin’ the parts of all FOUR Horsemen! As Conquest I will conquer you! As War I will take all you have t’dish out an’ send it back yer way times ten! As Famine I will starve your win-loss column until it collapses from lack of nourishment! And as Death I will stand tall as they throw a sheet ov’r yer remains an’ wheel you outta th’ ring! Prepare for th’ end, Matt Metal – because I’m prepared to paint Las Vegas red wit’ your blood an’ show th’ thousands in attendance an’ the millions watchin’ from the privacy of their own home that you ain’t a legend – yer just another wrestler. And while Legends die and Wrestlers come and go ICONS LIVE FOREVER!
Mystery Woman (jovial tone; addressing Metal and the viewer; blowing a kiss to Metal and the viewer): Toodles!
As our scene begins to fade our two creepy lovebirds walk away, the mysterious female companion hopping on Phate’s back piggyback style as they walk into the darkness. The kerosene lantern is left behind on a nearby tombstone and, as our eyes adjust to the slight darkness surrounding the tombstone we realize that we are staring at the engraved tombstone of Diana Steel Lambardo! As our eyes drift downward, and we take the time to read each and every syllable aloud to ourselves to ensure we are looking at Diana’s tombstone, we realize that this grave has also been dug up tonight - - and its casket is missing a lid and a body!
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