Post by Shadow on Sept 23, 2012 17:43:23 GMT -4
[glow=silver,9,200]THEN...[/glow]
Last week Shadow went toe to toe with Krunk and Salieri in the steel cage. When the match was finally over Shadow climbed over the top of the cage, but Krunk managed to find someone to unlock the cage door so he could get away. He didn’t win; just cause the match to be a draw. The outcome didn’t bother Shadow, he kept his word. Now he had a new promise to make.
[glow=silver,9,200]NOW...[/glow]
The scene opens as Shadow sits in his locker room putting his boots on. The dark match is about to start and Shadow needs to make an announcement before the show kicks off. The dark match winner was not involved with the title match on the twentieth, but the other winners were. Shadow had something he wanted to tell them all.
As he sat there his thoughts drifted toward his former AKA members who were gone. Assassin and Dita, and now Slade, Craven was back in the hospital for a few weeks. He shouldn’t have come back when he did. The man was crazy. He should be committed.
Shadow finished lacing up his boots and smiled. He could hear Hannah Storm walking down the hallway she was getting ready to go sing the national anthem again. Just like a few weeks ago when Shadow met her about Streets Wilson. But this time he just wanted the camera, Shadow had something to say, not just to Krunk, but to everyone on the Meltdown roster. More specifically he had something to say to all of the people who would “win” tonight.
Shadow walked to the door of his locker room and cracked it open. As he peeked through the crack he could see the lovely Hannah Storm approaching.
“Oh Hannah!.” Shadow called in a singsong voice...
So Germ wants to come back for seconds. Let’s just clear the air about that right now. Germ thinks because he crawled through the door, on his hands and knees mind you; he thinks that he earned himself a chance at the North American championship. No, I did that when I climbed over the top of the cage like a real man. Germ and all the other “winners” this week on Meltdown will get to cash in on some hard earned workman’s compensation after One Night in Hell. That’s all they earned.
Last week I had to listen to Germ call me a retard. I don’t know why he would think that. The man is the one who apparently can’t get his facts straight. I guess hurling his lifeless corpse around the ring like Hulk on Loki last week snapped a few too many synapses. I’m the retard, huh Germ? Is that why I was standing after that match was finished last week? You crumpled to the floor, I landed. Since you done forgot everything I did last week, I guess we’ll make this week as much of an instant replay was possible.
Don’t worry I can find all kinds of surfaces to sling your into like a sack of potatoes. No one ever thought Shadow would come this far. I remember what everyone was saying when I firght showed up here on Meltdown, I was the freakishly big ass underdog and nobody on the roster had any faith in me. The only people who kept calling my name week in and week out were the people.
They lived for me, every Monday night, live worldwide I would hear them chanting “Shadow! Shadow!” They would never stop screaming for someone to save them from the talentless hacks like Shopping Cart Steve, Disfigured Drag Queen Dante and her tag team partner Carmen Slut-Diego, The list goes on and on. There are so many superstars whose careers spiraled after stepping into the ring with Shadow. That’s why they call me a sanitation specialist. I deal with all the trash and bullshit APW has to wade through just to find a diamond in rough.
But there is nothing wrong with that. I look forward to the day I come face to face with that Megastar. Germ is not that Megastar. Germ is just another Tommy Bartlett; second rate trash that doesn’t belong in my ring. You want to speak up again like you did last week? I couldn’t hear your ass in the ring, strike that! I couldn’t hear your bitch ass talking shit in the CAGE last week while I worked on my latest alchemy assignment: trying to fuse flesh to steel. Looks like it was a decent success; seeing as I now only have to deal with the leftovers from that match, tonight.
I watched the steel cage match a bunch of times. I wasn’t looking for flaws; no I just wanted to replay the ending over and over. I needed to see what I would be facing tonight. I know what climbed out of that twisted hunk of metal. I needed to see what oozed out under the door. Germ you pathetic pile or puke, you really think you got enough left in your gas tank to go head to head with me this week?
You know what I love most about leftovers? You get to savor the taste of torture a second time. It brings back all the wonderful little memories we shared last Monday night. I can’t wait. But how, oh dear how will we ever live up to the standard we set last week? Surely I can’t carry your ass the whole way, could I? Well ask Streets Wilson if I can work wonders like that? If you ask me, I think I made a new man out of him.
Speaking of making men out of people; let’s talking about that shemale Michael Lively. I’ve had to listen to him week in and week out running his mouth about how he is a savior and he is our “Jesus.” And I had to wonder, I had to think about just who exactly YOU were to be saying things like that. I’ve called you a blasphemous bastard once or twice before and that does not do it justice. I finally figured out who you are. You’re the whore!
Hell no I won’t sugar coat it you harlot. You’re the freaking Whore of Babylon, Michael Lively and your little entourage is about to face judgment. Only one people can lead these people to glory Lively and it isn’t you. I have held my tongue long enough. You will not drag everyone down with you. Tommy Bartlett is gone, I really had to say I I wish he were still here. I wanted to get rid of that refuse myself. Someone cast him as this big Billy bad ass? Man, I’m glad I wear boots cause the bullshit was getting pretty high in the hallways last week. He’s gone. So long.
What about the rest of Michael Lively’s little army? Sabur and Chris? Let me just make one thing perfectly clear. ANYONE who had a hand in trouncing me in locker room last week, I will personally return the favor. I know who you are and you have nowhere to hide. This week I want you to pay close attention to the Main Event. Keep your eyes and ears open to find out just what is in store for you when I finally do come knocking on your door. And I won’t drag it out either. No, something like this, should be handled rather quickly. I have a big match at One Night in Hell and after tonight I get to name the stipulation.
I’m sure you’re think: “Shadow you proud bastard. How can you say such things?” It’s elementary my dear Watson, I like to kick the crap out of people. Last week I put Michael Ballerina and Germ through the meat grinder. This week that hamburger is going to feed the beast. But what I do tonight is just a taste of what’s to come at One Night in Hell.
I debated on the matter long and hard. I wondered just how I could make everyone pay for being put into the match with me and Lively in Japan. Seriously, I know what Johnny Diamond was thinking. You put Godzilla (me) in the ring with Mothra (Lively for obvious reasons) in Tokyo, then unleash the Kunken and whatever else gets flushed down the toilet this week? Johnny D has a dream, and I will realize that dream in Tokyo on October 20th. Because I know just what kind of match all you deserve for wanting to stand in my way.
One Night in Hell is such a fitting name for stepping into the ring with the Usher of Darkness. I think that I will make your little visit over the darkside of the rainbow something extra special. Everyone in this match needs to experience every last grueling second of their night in the pit. Hell is a fire that does not consume but restores. It burns to life and your write for an eternity. You pretentious pricks are only going for one night, consider yourself lucky.
Strike that, you aren’t lucky. You’re all doomed. And Germ gets the sneak preview. We’ll even have ourselves a red carpet to walk down. It will be that bitch’s blood, but who cares? To all the “winners” who walk out of Meltdown tonight, to all the “winners” who watch the Main Event tonight. I want you to know, when I walk out of Hell on the 20th, I will be the LAST MAN STANDING!
That’s right, Last man standing elimination match. As your Guide to the Otherside while you’re in Tokyo, I want to savor every last second of your trip. And your journey has already begun. By telling you all my stipulation you know whats coming. And as I face off against that vicious ooze of talent tonight you will pray for him to win. Hope. The last “evil” locked in Pandora’s Box. I will give you hope that he may succeed and stop me. But it’s a false hope. You know deep down what is waiting for you. I plan to make my North American title win a masterpiece, it starts right now. Tonight, you will witness the beginning of the end. And the people will rejoice. You will hear them cheer as I tear vaccinate Germaine and you feel your stomach sink as I send him straight to Hell to meet all you “winners” there.
Lively, you the rest of your false prophets can choke on this false hope I’m giving to the others. I want you to know that I am keeping my promise. I swore I would hunt you down. Just like I did when I snuffed your dreams in front of that German sausage way back, One Night in Hell is not going to be short and sweet, not for you. You will not walk out of Tokyo under your own power. I won’t leave until I have a lion skin rug for my house. It will look nice sitting in front of the fireplace, which is where I’ll mount my new North American Championship.
Germaine did you really want this? Okay, I wasn’t saying I was unwilling to make a real retard out of you, I just needed informed consent. I’m glad you’re not backing down. I want to hear what you have to say about me this week. You were so cocky last week, but what happened? I did exactly what I said I would do. I left both of you in the ring and climbed out. I said no matter what happened I would still be going to One Night in Hell. I kept my promises Germaine. You did not.
So what do you have to say for yourself? I can’t wait to hear it son. I’ve been where you are, with your foot securely stuffed in your mouth and the other one bleeding from your self-inflicted gunshot wound. That one foot tastes like Crow doesn’t it? Yeah it sucks Germaine. But I tell you what. Tonight, no matter what you say, we’re square. Because if you want another go after this, we better think of having your ass committed. Yarmouth and Stefan were not stupid enough to sign on for a trilogy, I hope you’re stronger than them.
Are you a better man than the European Collapse? Are you man enough to go toe to toe with me a second time? This match has rules Germaine, I’ve been around long enough. I know how to bend every single one of them. Just like that steel cage I can be very creative. Just like the Last Man Standing elimination match. Some can say it’s a bad thing I like to play with my food, that I suffer from hubris. No, I know humility. I learned it a long time ago, now I’m teaching it to people. Germaine, I am an excellent teacher and tonight class is in session son.
When the bell rings you and the referee raises my hand you will know that you have sealed everyone’s fate. They will all blame you for not being able to stop me. Then one by one they will all claim to succeed where you failed and at One Night in Hell, one by one I will prove them all wrong. You will be the one who has to live with that knowledge, Germaine. I do not envy you. I pity you. Nevertheless, I will not yield in my quest to end Lively’s self-righteous reign. Someone has to stand up to the tyrant and save Meltdown, I will be that man. So Germaine, tonight I will give everyone a preview, so that you may dream about it over and over; a reoccurring nightmare that will forever embed itself in your mind. You will all see the destruction I rain down on Germaine tonight and you will know what I will unleash during your One Night in Hell. Only one man will walk out of Tokyo, that man will be champion. Your night in Hell will not be quick, but it sure as Hell will be painful.
