Post by Vincent Pennington on Oct 7, 2012 19:12:35 GMT -4
Championship belts, it’s why we wrestle, it’s that title that says that you are something. However, what good is that if you have the belt, but not the title? I simply have this championship belt in my hands now, but not for the right reasons. I wanted more of Michael Lively, I wanted his blood on my hands and his ego shattered. Last week Michael Lively didn’t show any ounce of fear while in that ring with me, until the end of the night. I saw his fear, when he saw my hands, lifting his North American title over my head.
The sounds of weights hitting the bench could be heard as I brought them down for a quick rest. You can see the gym is nothing more than a hole in the wall. No one here but myself, but it was only a matter of time before my peace would be disturbed.
The gym door opens a little bit as I sit up off the bench and start to wipe my face off. Two big men, one pumped up Asian and black guy, dressed in gym shorts and sleeveless shirts.
“Is that Vincent Pennington?” The black one asked the pumped up Asian next to him.
The pumped up Asians eyes open like a child at a candy store. I take a sip of my water and get back onto the bench. The two men approached me as if I was some kind of hero.
“So bro, how do you feel? You ready to step into another main event? We are pretty big fans!” The over excited black guy says. I just look up at them and then back at the wall across the room.
“These matches before then are nothing but training exercise to me. Everything up to One night in Hell, is just that. However, I don’t really like tag team matches.” I replied
“Yeah, it was pretty screwed up how Michael Lively walked out on you last time.” The pumped up Asian stated.
“Well people like Michael Lively are what we call an egotistical blind man. He lets his emotions run the way his brain works.”
“Do you mind if we work out with you?” They both asked at exactly the same time. These fans started to make me feel a bit uncomfortable.
The door to the Gym door opens once more and three guys walk in dressed in suits. I stand up quickly and the black guy shifts his eyes towards the door. The three guys dressed in suits started to approach me. It was pretty obvious that these were more goons to try and get money out of me, for a job they didn’t complete with Evan Envi.
“Our boss would like to talk to you Pennington. We are going to need you to come with us, right now.” The front man said and I couldn’t do much but take a deep breath.
“You are going to have to take me by force boys.” I say and the three men start to take off their jackets and roll up their sleeves. However the little pumped up Asian steps in front of me. He rips off his shirt revealing his super awesome muscles. The pumped up Asian delivers a big round house kick that hits all three men, knocking them down onto the ground. I grab my shirt off the long bar of the bench and put it on.
“Thanks man. I need to get out of here; it’s nice to meet you guys.” I say as I grab my gym bag and begin to head out the front door.
As I exit the gym I could see a limo pulling up and obviously I could tell it was my manager Sienna Harrison, the sister of Evan Envi. I didn’t do anything more than just open the back door to the limo as it parked in front of me.
“You are pretty much a house hold name at this point Vincent, all the fans of Meltdown are rooting for you come one night in hell. Though I am sure they are rooting for you in this tag team match as well.” Sienna says as I take a seat next to her in the back of the limo.
“Well Sienna, you know as well as I do that everything till the pay per view is just practice. Last week, was practice and I saw a fear in lively. The man won’t admit it but he is scared and this week I get another chance to beat the living hell out of him..” I state as the driver begins to drive off
“So are you right with god yet, or is he stills just a myth to you?” She asked and it made me think a little bit. There had to be some kind of deity in this world to create us all, if there wasn’t then what would be the point of living?
“I believe in god Sienna, I just don’t like him very much right now.” I stated and she started shaking her head.
“Well Vincent I hope that in time you get right with god, he could do a lot of things for you.” Sienna said while opening up the cabinet in front of her.
Sienna pulls out the North American Championship and lays it on the floor in front of me inside the limo.
“I know how badly you want this title.” She said and I couldn’t help but just stare at the belt in front of me.
“Well I have the belt, but yes I want the title. All of my opponents for one night in hell will be in this match up this week. Honestly my partner this week, I feel like he really wants this as well.” I say as the limo parks and you can hear the limo driver get out and open the door next to me. Of course, as always I help myself out of the limo. As I walk out I see the arena I would be the main event in tomorrow night.
Sienna stands up behind me and begins to rub my back a little bit. She takes the North American title and puts it on her shoulder.
“Are you ready?” She ask and I say nothing. I just walk forward into the arena itself.
~~~20 minutes later~~~
I stand alone inside of the ring that I will be entering tomorrow night. The cameras keep an eye on me as I sit in a chair with my hands are playing with one another.
“You know last week, I faced an entire different person then I expected to face in the ring. Granted Michael Lively has a big ego, but I have to say last week the man showed me why he is the North American Champion. He also showed me how I should step my game up in the APW. Every chance I get to step into the ring in the APW, I am going to learn about each person in the promotion. Last week I learned that Michael Lively actually knows how to wrestle.” I shake my head a little bit while looking down at the North American Championship, sitting in the ring in front of me.
“The bottom line is we are all after Michael Lively for one reason. That reason is the North American Championship. A title held by APW’s best and a title that I will be holding after One night in Hell. I don’t really care what the other guys in the promotion are thinking. I am going all in at One night in Hell, for me these matches before the Pay per view are nothing more than practice. I know that Johnny Rebel is expecting tomorrow night to be some kind of learning experience for all of us. However, what he is going to get is a blood bath. When I get into that ring tomorrow night, the only person that should consider himself lucky is my partner.“ I pick up the North American title and give a stair into the camera that could kill children.
“To be honest, I don’t give a shit what happens tomorrow night, I could win and still consider the match practice. Let’s face it, how many of these people in the 6 man tag match tomorrow night has actually been in a main event besides Lively and myself? Not that one bitch that thinks she actually stands a chance in the APW. I don’t know who the hell she blew to get into APW, but the woman is honestly a joke. She does not belong in the ring with men such as me and when she steps in front of me in that ring, I will hurt her so bad it will cause birth defects. M&M seem to think they are going to come into this match and win simply because they are an actual tag team. Well so is lively and his butt buddy, in all honesty my partner this week and I are the ones going to win this thing. “
“Tomorrow night it’s going to be something the fans want to see and despite what everyone else may think, they are the only thing that matters in the APW. If it wasn’t for our fans, then there would be no champions what so ever. So tell me, what should I do with this belt that sits in my hands? I will tell you what I am going to do, I will leave it right here, right here so that Lively can come grab it, honestly the shit doesn’t mean anything to me unless I beat Lively and I have yet to do that. The belt will be right here for you lively, come and get it, but I will be waiting for you as well. Show me that you aren’t scared, prove to me that you are worth two shits!” I lash out and stand the camera fades to black.
The sounds of weights hitting the bench could be heard as I brought them down for a quick rest. You can see the gym is nothing more than a hole in the wall. No one here but myself, but it was only a matter of time before my peace would be disturbed.
The gym door opens a little bit as I sit up off the bench and start to wipe my face off. Two big men, one pumped up Asian and black guy, dressed in gym shorts and sleeveless shirts.
“Is that Vincent Pennington?” The black one asked the pumped up Asian next to him.
The pumped up Asians eyes open like a child at a candy store. I take a sip of my water and get back onto the bench. The two men approached me as if I was some kind of hero.
“So bro, how do you feel? You ready to step into another main event? We are pretty big fans!” The over excited black guy says. I just look up at them and then back at the wall across the room.
“These matches before then are nothing but training exercise to me. Everything up to One night in Hell, is just that. However, I don’t really like tag team matches.” I replied
“Yeah, it was pretty screwed up how Michael Lively walked out on you last time.” The pumped up Asian stated.
“Well people like Michael Lively are what we call an egotistical blind man. He lets his emotions run the way his brain works.”
“Do you mind if we work out with you?” They both asked at exactly the same time. These fans started to make me feel a bit uncomfortable.
The door to the Gym door opens once more and three guys walk in dressed in suits. I stand up quickly and the black guy shifts his eyes towards the door. The three guys dressed in suits started to approach me. It was pretty obvious that these were more goons to try and get money out of me, for a job they didn’t complete with Evan Envi.
“Our boss would like to talk to you Pennington. We are going to need you to come with us, right now.” The front man said and I couldn’t do much but take a deep breath.
“You are going to have to take me by force boys.” I say and the three men start to take off their jackets and roll up their sleeves. However the little pumped up Asian steps in front of me. He rips off his shirt revealing his super awesome muscles. The pumped up Asian delivers a big round house kick that hits all three men, knocking them down onto the ground. I grab my shirt off the long bar of the bench and put it on.
“Thanks man. I need to get out of here; it’s nice to meet you guys.” I say as I grab my gym bag and begin to head out the front door.
As I exit the gym I could see a limo pulling up and obviously I could tell it was my manager Sienna Harrison, the sister of Evan Envi. I didn’t do anything more than just open the back door to the limo as it parked in front of me.
“You are pretty much a house hold name at this point Vincent, all the fans of Meltdown are rooting for you come one night in hell. Though I am sure they are rooting for you in this tag team match as well.” Sienna says as I take a seat next to her in the back of the limo.
“Well Sienna, you know as well as I do that everything till the pay per view is just practice. Last week, was practice and I saw a fear in lively. The man won’t admit it but he is scared and this week I get another chance to beat the living hell out of him..” I state as the driver begins to drive off
“So are you right with god yet, or is he stills just a myth to you?” She asked and it made me think a little bit. There had to be some kind of deity in this world to create us all, if there wasn’t then what would be the point of living?
“I believe in god Sienna, I just don’t like him very much right now.” I stated and she started shaking her head.
“Well Vincent I hope that in time you get right with god, he could do a lot of things for you.” Sienna said while opening up the cabinet in front of her.
Sienna pulls out the North American Championship and lays it on the floor in front of me inside the limo.
“I know how badly you want this title.” She said and I couldn’t help but just stare at the belt in front of me.
“Well I have the belt, but yes I want the title. All of my opponents for one night in hell will be in this match up this week. Honestly my partner this week, I feel like he really wants this as well.” I say as the limo parks and you can hear the limo driver get out and open the door next to me. Of course, as always I help myself out of the limo. As I walk out I see the arena I would be the main event in tomorrow night.
Sienna stands up behind me and begins to rub my back a little bit. She takes the North American title and puts it on her shoulder.
“Are you ready?” She ask and I say nothing. I just walk forward into the arena itself.
~~~20 minutes later~~~
I stand alone inside of the ring that I will be entering tomorrow night. The cameras keep an eye on me as I sit in a chair with my hands are playing with one another.
“You know last week, I faced an entire different person then I expected to face in the ring. Granted Michael Lively has a big ego, but I have to say last week the man showed me why he is the North American Champion. He also showed me how I should step my game up in the APW. Every chance I get to step into the ring in the APW, I am going to learn about each person in the promotion. Last week I learned that Michael Lively actually knows how to wrestle.” I shake my head a little bit while looking down at the North American Championship, sitting in the ring in front of me.
“The bottom line is we are all after Michael Lively for one reason. That reason is the North American Championship. A title held by APW’s best and a title that I will be holding after One night in Hell. I don’t really care what the other guys in the promotion are thinking. I am going all in at One night in Hell, for me these matches before the Pay per view are nothing more than practice. I know that Johnny Rebel is expecting tomorrow night to be some kind of learning experience for all of us. However, what he is going to get is a blood bath. When I get into that ring tomorrow night, the only person that should consider himself lucky is my partner.“ I pick up the North American title and give a stair into the camera that could kill children.
“To be honest, I don’t give a shit what happens tomorrow night, I could win and still consider the match practice. Let’s face it, how many of these people in the 6 man tag match tomorrow night has actually been in a main event besides Lively and myself? Not that one bitch that thinks she actually stands a chance in the APW. I don’t know who the hell she blew to get into APW, but the woman is honestly a joke. She does not belong in the ring with men such as me and when she steps in front of me in that ring, I will hurt her so bad it will cause birth defects. M&M seem to think they are going to come into this match and win simply because they are an actual tag team. Well so is lively and his butt buddy, in all honesty my partner this week and I are the ones going to win this thing. “
“Tomorrow night it’s going to be something the fans want to see and despite what everyone else may think, they are the only thing that matters in the APW. If it wasn’t for our fans, then there would be no champions what so ever. So tell me, what should I do with this belt that sits in my hands? I will tell you what I am going to do, I will leave it right here, right here so that Lively can come grab it, honestly the shit doesn’t mean anything to me unless I beat Lively and I have yet to do that. The belt will be right here for you lively, come and get it, but I will be waiting for you as well. Show me that you aren’t scared, prove to me that you are worth two shits!” I lash out and stand the camera fades to black.
