Post by chaos lite on Oct 7, 2012 10:44:20 GMT -4
oct.6.twelve.
"Logan, I hope you're listening very carefully.
Aubrey J. Parker turns the camera on herself in her Chicago, Illinois hotel. She chose the hotel to avoid the mistakes she made last week by avoiding the populated Green Bay in favor of staying with family-friends in a countryside valley that she could barely recall the name of; this time, she would stay in the big city of Chicago and travel to Peoria in the morning. She hadn’t even heard of Peoria.
“We're not going to make it to One Night in Hell. Take your eye off me. One second, that's all, and you'll find a nice knife right in your back.
“Should you smile at me the wrong way, should you shake my hand in a manner I don't like... I'll take you out. This was never about the Tag Team Championships. It was about me. It's always been all about me. And you're not going to step in my way. Not now. Not on October 28th. No, not ever. So let's nip this in the bud right now.
“We are not a team. We are two individuals with our eyes set on the same goal, and everyone knows that. So why pretend? After we pick up a win this Monday, we'll give each other a nod, MAYBE, and go our separate ways."[/i]
She smiles into the camera and backtracks toward the hotel bed and allows herself to fall down onto it.
”That’s exactly what everybody wants to hear, right? According to the descriptions, for those of you that have programs to the event or read the programs online, Logan and I have been described as having problems. I’m not entirely sure what we’ve done to be labeled as a dysfunctional tag team, but let me make one thing perfectly clear...
“Logan Alexander and I are a team. We are a unit. We aren’t like everybody else here that thinks solely of themselves. That isn’t what a tag team is about. Sure, I want to win the North American Title and I know for a fact that Logan does too. We’ll do whatever it takes to get there. Logan’s willing to run right through me to get the championship at One Night in Hell and I’m willing to r...”
Aubrey’s face falls a little bit as the words prepare to fall out of her mouth. She places a hand to her lips and clears her throat before looking at the camera again and offering a similar smile to before... Though this one, perhaps, lacks the same sincerity.
”I’m willing to do whatever it takes when that time comes. But in the meantime, I’m not going to turn on my teammate, the one person I can trust in this entire company. That’s stupid, and I don’t like stupid shit.”
Aubrey sighs and shakes her head. She’s annoyed with the mindset of the wrestling media and several of the fans.
”I need Logan. I need for him to be by my side in this company and I’m not ashamed to admit it. That doesn’t mean I can’t get it done in singles matches-- I proved that against Tommy Bartlett. It means, his support and his guidance are the only reason I made it here in the first place. Logan’s my teacher, and I’d be a liar if I said I was done learning. I’m not.
“I’m not the greatest yet.”
The brunette runs her fingers through her hair, casting a glance away from the camera and toward one of the beige-colored walls of the brightly lit hotel room. Her eyes return to the lens after a few seconds and she sighs, blowing a few strands of dark-brown hair out of her face in the process.
”But I’m comfortable saying that after a seven-week evaluation of Action Packed Wrestling, I’m better than Krunk, Vincent Pennington, Sabur, and Michael Lively on their best day. Lively has had the APW North American Championship for almost two months and he’s done absolutely nothing to prove that he deserves it. I can’t remember the last time he had a title defense, and his victories are over men that couldn’t hold a candle to Asylum or Overdrive’s competitors, or women that couldn’t cut it in the company. Notice, I fit in neither of those categories.
“I’m better than Michael Lively, and my tag team partner Logan Alexander is better than Michael Lively. Collaboratively, Michael Lively can’t touch us, and his partnership with Sabur isn’t going to do much to change those facts. Sabur hasn’t seen actions in years, and all Lively’s really accomplished since coming back is going up against Meltdown’s supposed best, and almost beating Stefaan Raab... Almost beating Evan Envi. Neither of those two are lighting the world on fire right now, but they’re still international superstars in comparison to Lively.”
Aubrey leans forward and laughs a bit as she leers into the camera. As she adjusts herself on the bed, we get a clearer look of the room. There are two queen-sized beds and a couch in the corner. The amount of luggage suggests that somebody accompanied her on her journey to Chicago which would later become a journey to Peoria.
”They may associate with each other but these guys aren’t a tag team. Sabur’s a monster, but he has no idea how Lively even works in the ring. He has no idea what to expect and he’s rarely been there before when Lively really needed him, so why should be he now? Vincent Pennington embarrassed Michael Lively twice last Monday, and Sabur didn’t do anything.
“In fact, the only time Sabur really did something last Monday was when it involved targeting two people much, much smaller than himself, and even smaller than Lively-- M&M. Why should I consider the team of Michael Lively and Sabur a factor?”
This time, Aubrey can only offer a delicate shrug. She allows her hair to fall over her right shoulder, sighing as she traces a pattern on the bed comforter with her fingers, deep in thought.
”Sabur’s a big guy. If he gets his hands on me, he could basically do whatever he wanted.”
Her eyes dart back up to the camera and she smirks deviously.
”Sabur’s the only guy in this match that I think has the ability to manhandle me, but I don’t think he can beat me in a wrestling match and I know for a fact he can’t hold a candle to Logan in one. What he has in power, he lacks in speed. He also lacks it in reliability, which makes me wonder if isolating him would even be a problem.
“What’s Sabur got to lose? He doesn’t need to get his hands dirty and break up a pin or submission in the ring. If Lively takes that fall, do we really think he’s going to get rid of Sabur? With such a bullseye on Lively’s back because of his North American title, do we think he can afford to play the lone wolf again?
“I say, he can’t and he won’t. There’s no motivation for Sabur to do better than anyone else in this match, because as long as Lively’s running that two-man show, there’s nothing Sabur can ever do to progress his career. He’ll never get a shot at that title and I don’t think he even wants one. He has no future in the wrestling business, and once Lively’s sick of him, Sabur’s gone.”
She pauses briefly.
“If we can prevent this match from turning into a brawl and control the tone of it, we will. That’s probably what’ll happen because we’re damn good at it.
“Michael Lively’s the only one in this match with any ring psychology. He keeps his opponent down, hits them with quick, surprising moves and completely overwhelms them. Lively’s opponents get flustered in the ring with him, because they typically can’t keep up with him. Logan and I shouldn’t have that issue... And if we do, the answer is simple. I’ll do what I did to Ryan Collins last week and what I did to Lively’s former compadre, Bartlett: I’ll twist his leg until I think it’s about to snap.”
Her eyes grow big very momentarily, but she subdues it with a modest smile.
”To be honest, I’d be perfectly happy not letting go. I’d love to tear Lively’s meniscus or his ACL and sideline him so I wouldn’t have to hear his filth every week but... What can I say?”
Parker giggles softly, and casts the camera another devious smirk.
”I have bad karma. I wouldn’t wanna do that. If little old me did it to Lively on purpose, what’s stopping the universe from throwing some bad luck my way and having, say, Vincent Pennington break my neck in the ring?
“I’ve seen his finishing maneuver ‘Hardknocks’ and I’ve heard the concern about the move, and I can agree... It’s dangerous. A man the size of Pennington is launching you off of his shoulders, driving you head-first into the ground with all of your weight crashing down on top of you. He’s lucky that he hasn’t rendered someone completely immobile yet, and admittedly--”
Parker gives the camera, and the man known as Vincent Pennington on the other side a slightly condescending look.
”That maneuver is the most impressive thing about him.
“Like Sabur, he relies on his strength. Something Pennington has proven though is that he’s inconsistent. He’s not always the best guy in the fight when he goes to the ring. Sometimes he’ll go out there and get outwrestled or flatout outfought.
“Similarly, I doubt it’s hard to outTHINK Vince Pennington. His mind seems to generally be elsewhere, like focused on Evan Envi, a man that doesn’t even compete on this show-- a man that likely gives a rat’s ass about Pennington’s career, and shows up to the arena just long enough to make him look like an idiot.
“That’s Pennington, and a testament to the amount of focus he has. He’s a threat, for sure, but he’s far from my main concern in this tag team match as far as competition goes. Pennington has a chance of beating Logan or me if he catches us in a vulnerable state, but he also has an incompetent tag team partner to worry about... Krunk. Germaine.”
Aubrey laughs to herself for a few moments and pulls her legs up onto the bed. She adjusts the camera in front of her and looks into it for a few seconds until her eyes appear to glare through the other side of the one-way mirror. Her smile fades with time and her eyebrows deviate from their once pleasant, once perky state. Her jaw tightens up and she shakes her head slightly.
Ironically, it’s at this point we see the bright red and crimson red in the room-- most of the clothing Parker packed herself, most of the bedding, and most of the wrestling attire consisted of red. While it’s surely a coincidence, the sight detracts from the reserve AJP displayed just moments prior.
”Krunk... Watch your fucking mouth.”
For those lacking subtitles, the scene plunges backwards in time, almost six days, to Monday Night Meltdown from Green Bay, Wisconsin. The scene displays Krunk speaking backstage, opposite of Hannah Storm.
”M&M have some weird problems running around like they run the show just because they beat some fluke of a team, the European Invasion. There’s only a few in the back I actually like and respect, one being Shadow, and the other being Young Mannie. The rest in the back are nothing more than shit to me, and if they got a problem about it, tell them I’m ready for a fight anytime.”
We cut back to the face of Aubrey J. Parker. She laughs again and throws her free hand up in defeat.
”We have weird problems, ‘running around like we run the show’? I don’t understand where you were going with this one... I don’t think we’ve ever done anything to suggest we think we’re above anybody on this show. We never tried to lay claim to the main event, nor did we say we wanted to run Meltdown. That wasn’t our intention. They were clear: We want the APW Tag Team Championships.
“But time and time again, we’re denied and instead, Johnny Diamond has this sick fascination with trying to turn Logan and I against one another. In the meantime, a tag team that didn’t show up last week, a team that was handed their first win, and a makeshift tag team have the opportunity to be the next Tag Title contenders this week. Not M&M.
“I’ve shut my mouth and did my job as I was told because I was happy to be back in the ring again, but now I’m tired of it. I know for a fact that we’re the best on Meltdown. We don’t have to be told. So when YOU say that M&M is nothing but SHIT, yes, I have a problem with it, especially when the people you choose to respect are subpar on a really good day. You ‘respect’ people that don’t go out of their way to overshadow you in the ring. Examples?
“Shadow can’t focus on what match he’s in half the time and Young Mannie’s the equivalent to the twenty year old in the twelfth grade. He doesn’t excel because he doesn’t want to, and he’s afraid to figure out how to because he’s intimidated by what’s on the other side. He’s seen it. And now look, he’s comfortable on Meltdown.
“They make you look strong in comparison. That’s why you like them.
“You’re pathetic.
“Last week, you claimed you forgot you had a match. You don’t deserve to wrestle in APW, let alone in a championship match at One Night in Hell. I plan on hurting you this week because I decidedly don’t like you. You like to jump around-- but you also seem to like fighting on the mat, so I’ll cut your legs out right from under you. I’ll take away your base, and I’ll embarrass you in a wrestling match. Then, if the opportunity allows, maybe I’ll show you the proper way to perform your OWN moves. You’re a piss-poor excuse for an entertainer and hopefully we’ll be rid of you sooner rather than later.
“I apologize to any Krunk fans, if there are any. Doubt it. And Krunk, I’d say I’m sorry to you, but I’m not. I’ll see you in the ring, and I’m coming after your fucking legs.”
end.
Another scene opens, on the elevator of the same Chicago hotel Aubrey J. Parker had been filmed in earlier. This time she stands next to Cassanda McPherson. Both are dressed in presumably new jackets and jeans, holding obnoxious amounts of shopping bags from the “windy city”, with Cassandra whistling the tune to ”Gilligan’s Island” as the elevator ascends.
”So! How’s it feel to know that the whole world wants you to turn on your best friend?”
Cassandra gives Aubrey a challenging look out of the corner of her eye, but Aubrey just catches her gaze with a smirk.
”I could never turn on you, Cass. Dumbass.”
Cassandra squeals excitedly and hugs Parker quickly.
”That was a test.”
”Of course it was. If you were an English teacher, kids would hate you. And you’d better hope it’s not one of those schools with the crazy kids. Everybody has guns these days--”
”That’s... That’s enough.”
The elevator reaches its destination and the two girls exit, with Cassandra fumbling for the hotel room cardkey, but her laughter and grinning has subsided. Aubrey sighs in response.
”I assume you mean Logan.”
”Duh.”
”I don’t know. I guess it’s kind of nice to have people talking about us...”
Cassandra stops once they reach the hotel room and turns, casting Aubrey a dirty look over her shoulder. She rolls her eyes sarcastically.
”Is that all you care about?”
”Haha no! I just think it’s cool that people are at least taking the time to talk about us.”
”But Aubs, it’s not even accurate!”
”But they’re talking. And if we get noticed, maybe we’ll get more main event spots. And if we get more main event spots, just maybe we could get the Tag Team Titles.”
The two enter the room and Cassandra just sighs.
”You sure your head’s in the right place?”
Aubrey closes the door behind them and gives her a slight nod. She drops the shopping bags on the floor and she speaks softly to Cassandra.
”My mind’s focused on becoming the best. When I’m with Logan, we’re the best. We have nothing to worry about.”
The scene cuts as Parker walks past Cassandra maintaining eye contact the whole time, until she flops down onto her bed.
fin.
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