Post by Shadow on Oct 7, 2012 19:53:34 GMT -4
[glow=silver,9,200]THEN...[/glow]
Shadow is standing two weeks ago before his big match with Krunk. He is making the huge announcement.
... you aren’t lucky. You’re all doomed...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!
Krunk levels Shadow with a superkick. He hooks both legs for the cover...1...2...thr-NO!!!
Harris: Shadow kicked out!
In the utter shock of the moment Shadow finally is able to get back up he grabs Krunk. Krunk steps forward—but Shadow hoists him up onto his shoulders, and spins him around for a Snap Spinebuster, nailing the Dark Storm! He drops down and pins Krunk, though still dazed
1... LAST
2... MAN
3!!! STANDING
Shadow stands victorious in the ring over Krunk as the fate of everyone is sealed at One Night in Hell. Shadow promised them a very long night, in fact Shadow was not going to be happy until he made that night feel like an eternity for everyone. Shadow planned to leave Hell the North American champion. Tonight he would face Tek in a warm up match. This wasn’t a warm up. TEK was UNT and Shadow was their opening opponent for the season. Say goodbye Tek.
[glow=silver,9,200]NOW...[/glow]
The scene opens in the back of the APW parking lot where Shadow’s Pontiac Firebird roars into screen. The white and gold bird of flame illuminates the parking garage as it slows and turns, winding its way up the tower of the arena parking structure. Shadow is just in time for work today. He is very excited, not every week he gets thrown a jobber match. Shade drove from Greenbay to Peoria when he heard he was facing Tek. Last week Shadow watched as some new girl mopped the floor with dollface and left his ass humiliated in the center of the ring. Something like that meant he would give two thoughts to Tek. Tek wasn’t worth it.
Shadow continued to smile as he kept the wheel turned left as he rounded and spiraled upward. Finally Shadow found a parking spot. Meltdown wasn’t biased; they didn’t have designated parking spots here. Nevertheless Shadow knew where the trash belonged. As he drove, Shadow kept his eyes peeled for Teks’ ride, so that Shadow could have that junker towed when he was done hate banging the crap out of that plastic mask.
“Figures” Shadow muttered when he saw Tek didn’t have a car. Some fourth string chump like Tek couldn’t afford a car. Hell he probably took the bus to Meltdown every “other” week.
As Shadow shut the door to his car and headed toward the entrydoor he couldn’t help but wonder if Johnny Diamond really wanted Shadow to straight up “Finish him.” Shadow had a couple of cool moved that would look like they were “Heroic Brutalities” the Spartan Kick, the Big Boot, the Chokeslam, the Eclipse, even the Dark Storm. Shadow wondered what would happen if he hit all five in a row. Shadow shook his head. There was no was Tek would survive that.
The inside of the arena was much warmer than the Illinois air. Shadow felt his skin chill as the heated air dance across his white skin. His long blonde hair, as always was pulled into a pony tail. This was the part Shadow loved most about a show. The feeling you get, that tingling sensation: the butterflies in one’s stomach right as you got there. It was one of the feelings he never took for granted. Shadow knew that Tek could pull out something stupid tonight to try and win, but all the Usher of Darkness ever had to do was trust in himself. Shadow stood against anyone and everyone on Meltdown’s roster, some tick like Tek would not obstruct Shadow’s path.
As Shadow entered the building he decided to try a little mind games. As he walked through the halls Shadow approached a time clock: The same kind janitorial and crew staff used to punch in daily. With each step, Shadow got closer. He reached into his long leather duster and pulled out two time cards. One obviously was Shadow’s, black with silver writing; very ostentatious for a slip of paper. The other was handwritten manila rectangle that read Tek. Without a word, Shadow clocked in then he'd punched Tek out.
Tek tock, Tek tock, do you here that son? It’s borrowed seconds ticking away. I really was a little dejected when I found out it was you I was facing. I saw what happened last week. Ive had a lot of Flawless Victories in my day and plenty of Heroic Brutalities. Cards on the table, you were probably too stupid to notice this, but I am the official APW janitorial crew, I clean the shit out of APW. It’s a dirty job but it pays pretty well. Dropping you like the reject you are is something I excel at. By the way, I wasn’t so sad when I found out this match was a warm up for One Night in Hell.
Last Man Standing: Do you honestly believe you will walk out of this match Tek? All offense, but I’m Shadow. I usually don’t listen to what my opponents have to say to me until after the match is over, that way the ass kicking is unbiased but for you, I watched every promo. In fact, I watched them as I pulled into the parking garage tonight. Was done before I reached the second level.
Tek, I want you to think about something. Think about breathing, concentrate on it. You better learn how to do that subconsciously otherwise you wont be breathing anymore you piece of trash. Tonight Tek, I’m taking you out. I wish I could tell everyone to watch and bear witness, but what do they get to watch? Me wipe the gum from my boots? Kiss it goodbye Tek, tonight its Survival of The Fittest and son you don’t look very fit right now. But don’t worry as those ten seconds Tek down... Tek Tock, Tek Tock. You will forever remember the name Shadow. The Usher of Darkness!
