Post by Shadow on Oct 14, 2012 19:58:28 GMT -4
[glow=silver,9,200]THEN...[/glow]
Shadow grabs Tek mid moonsault and drives him to the mat with a powerslam! Then another scene, Shadow mowing Tek down with a clothesline.
Harris: The veteran Shadow, just man handling Tek!
Shadow pulls Tek up and signals for the Eclipse. The big man lifts Tek high up over his head and to his back, holding Tek’s arms out. Finally, Shadow sends Tek over his head and down to the mat. The fans are ont heir feet. There is a flash to Shadow outside the ring, pulling a ladder from beneath it. He sets it up while Tek lays out cold in the ring. Shadow sets it up on the outside of the ring, right in front of the announcer’s table, as West and Harris immediately get out of the way. Shadow slowly gets back in the ring grabs Tek and returns to the ladder, dragging Tek up with it as he climbs.
Up top, the people are cheering and chanting A.P.W!
“LAST”
Shadow grabs Tek’s throat big chokeslam!
“MAN”
The bell rings loudly and Shadow stands above another broken victim, raising his hands high into the air sending a message to all who watch.
“STANDING!”
Up top, the people are cheering and chanting A.P.W!
“LAST”
Shadow grabs Tek’s throat big chokeslam!
“MAN”
The bell rings loudly and Shadow stands above another broken victim, raising his hands high into the air sending a message to all who watch.
“STANDING!”
[glow=silver,9,200]NOW...[/glow]
Sunday, October 14, 2012
Shadow shut of the ignition to his firebird at the truck just inside the Illinois border, mile marker 2. He looked out over the afternoon skyline, it was beautiful. Not as beautiful as Texas, but every state offered its own beauty; except New Mexico, Shadow just could not bring himself to smile at the New Mexican landscape.
Sounds of the world around him flooded Shadow’ ears the moment he opened his car door. Vehicles and people crowded the parking lot, mostly travelers filling up. As Shadow stood up and stretched his legs, he looked around. To the side of the building was a panhandler, a cheap lunch hour shift truck stop prostitute led a fat burly bear of a trucker towards the Rig lot. After a second Shadow approached the pump and pulled out his wallet.
“Lot of road to cover?” The voice was feminine and gravely.
The big man turned his head and looked over at the hooker approaching him. She had to be in her late fifties, and her hooking days were over on her eighteenth birthday. Shadow was not interested.
“Yeah, just filling up and heading out.” Shadow replied.
The hooker laughed and walked started walking away before she said back to him, “Just like a man.”
Shadow smirked as he heard her. It was funny. As he finished filling the tank, someone caught his eye. She did not look like the usual day shift worker. Her skintight white dress hugged her expensive plastic surgery perfectly and she was walking toward Shadow. Shadow smiled as he closed the gas cap, she was getting closer.
“Hi” She said with a grin. He was hooked.
Shadow, “H-“
“Oh he’s just leaving.” The gravelly voiced hooker walked behind Shadow with another John, and totally rack jacked Shadow.
As Shadow whips his head around to see this, he cuts his look back and the hooker is already gone. She must have been a mirage.
“Damn.” Is all Shadow can say.
I’m going to say this right now, I am not a racist; Johnny Diamond may have booked me two people who look like white supremacists, but Shadow is cool with all colors. Why? “Allah loves wondrous variety.” Seriously, I looked at the card and did anyone notice how the ‘contrast’ on this match will be divided? So if Mannie and his homeboy and their new trick want to start screaming to Hate Crime when I’m done with them, they obviously did NOT see what I did to Tek last week.
I know I’m the guy who is notorious for brutalizing his opponents in borderline bloodbaths, but Shanell you’re exempt from that. I’ll still throw down with the black Mrs. The Monarch but the savagery will be saved for Henchmen 21 and 24. I am of the mind: Never hit a woman, until she hits you first. A woman puts herself in the place of a man, knows and accepts the consequences. Just as, God forbid (again), Tek saw what happened when a man assumes the role of a woman.
I could spend hours out here ragging on Tek, but truth be told, me and no-face are square. Well, in my book we are. Tek may want to return some love after that sodomizing he went through; but we’ll blow up that bridge when we get to it. Last week was a statement; I’ll leave it to you to decide the recipient. All I know is, last week I needed the warm up. One Night in Hell is next weekend and I had the previous week off, not something I really want: rust. So I took my time tearing through Tek to make sure that I hadn’t gone soft. I think the message I sent says that, don’t you?
You see this shit’s Chess, it ain’t Checkers. And this week, that couldn’t be a more fitting metaphor. Look at the chessboard, what do you see: On the far side, black bishop, queen and their pawn. My side, white knight, rook and king (and it sure as hell ain’t the champ). So Bishop Mannie and his Queen Mr Williams followed by their new pawn Shanell, let’s play a game. I love games, especially Red Rover, problem is no one wants to say “Red Rover, Red Rover! Let Shadow come over,” because I usually just barrel through the poor saps trying to make a human chain that can stop ME. Think about that when someone wises up and slaps my hand tagging me in tonight.
Yes, Shadow is a “tag team wrestler.” I’m sick of that, people seem to think that the tag element is my speciality, it isn’t it was Slade’s; me? I just like to hit people, a lot. Williams, seeing as you’re the only man in that ring I haven’t hit yet... be patient. Wait, wait I just noticed something.
-There is a brief pause as papers are shuffled-
Holy crap this dude’s last name is the same as his first? Man your dad must not have liked you too much. Wait what? How the hell did someone cool like Harvey Dent have a backwards ass bastard like yourself? Damn, now I got to go buy Billy a sympathy card to apologize for making his son a retard. Willy, that’s your new name now, Willy, you made me break my shoot to fact check. You little ass.
Little asses, Shanell, you got a nice little fart-box by the way. Chocolate can lead to diabetes, vanilla is good for the soul. I digress, you don’t want to hang with me, I’m all tossing bodies around and people seem to think the only way to make a name for themselves in this business is running through me (or at least trying to). If you hung out with me, you’d just be collateral damage, kind of like you are tonight, no offense.
I like you Shanell, couple weeks in and you and I already got a few things in common: We both are in the main event this week, we’ve both been on Mannie’s radar (me for other reasons-I hope) and we both throttled Tek. Don’t mistake my kindness for weakness though. I may not want to hurt you but I know that pompous ass Lively doesn’t give a damn about you. And Streets, well he might molest you. The man is old for heaven’s sake.
Can I just say this? Did anyone else notice the free plastic surgery I gave Streets after his big return match? I didn’t mean to hit him that hard. I didn’t think you could punch someone in the face and make their entire body age. I’ll just come out and say it Streets looks OLD! His new leathery face does NOT help my claims that our team is not racist. I half expect the man to drive to the ring dressed as a Grand Dragon, dragging some poor Asian kid behind his Gran Torino. And yes, today is my lucky day.
As for the other member of the LAPD on my team, Lively I don’t have a problem with you tonight. I will have a problem if you show up to our match dressed like Kevin Sorbo. Let me remind you Lively, there is only one King on Meltdown and you’re looking at him. Polish and cradle your leather love child all you like(And I don’t mean Streets), it doesn’t change the fact that I will be the last man standing.
Moreover Michael, need I remind you that if anyone is Leonidas, it’s me. I’ve Spartan kicked plenty of poor bastards into hell. I did it to Mannie in the Battle Royal, what makes you the king of Sparta? Like I said before, white side has a knight a rook and a king; you ain’t the king Lively. You’re the knight. That one crazy ass piece that jumps all over the board pissing everyone off cause it runs away the moment you’re about to claim it. Streets, because of his now sandpaper-esq face he looks like the side of a rookery. Me, I’ve stomped through most of Meltdown’s veteran staff, I’ll take the title of king by default. Come next weekend, I’ll assume the role with honor.
That’s something Meltdown has been lacking I will say: honor. You got people like Pennington, who stole the belt when he couldn’t win it himself. Lively has his blasphemous berating of the opposite sex and Mannie smokes pot on screen! This is the future of APW, pot smoking thugs who lose focus after every hit off the blunt. I can’t believe that is what passes for talent this day, drug use. That’s an insult to everything I trained for Mannie.
Let me tell you something, Mannie; while everyone may think I’m gunning for Lively, I’m not. No drug usage tops misogyny any day. I told you thin before Mannie, I don’t approve of that stuff. It doesn’t belong in my ring and if Johnny Diamond or President Jeff would make the right call, they’d ban it from the arena. Play clean or don’t play at all, son. Mannie, I’ve had a lot of fun kicking you around my ring week in and week out, I think I’m done with your happy ass.
Tonight, I may be done with Mannie, but Lively, in the end I will never be through with you. Like our photo negative friends on the other side of the ring, we are all gunning for you. You got that belt around your waist Lively and it’s the ONLY belt on Meltdown. Every Meltdown Megastar wants to be North American champion. You’re in over your head Lively. After all those years, winning those belts and carving your name into the Hall of Fame, you finally walked into the wrong yard. You’ve been in my yard for a long time, and now that I’m done chewing through my appetizers, I ready for the main course.
So tonight Lively, I think I’ll give you a pass, UNLESS you come out wearing that ridiculous costume again. IF you walk out there in that I swear Lively it’s going to be a three on one for poor Streets cause I’ll be busy burying your ass where you stand. At least the shield will make for a good grave marker. But, if you show up wearing something a wrestler ACTUALLY wears, we’ll knuckle up with ol’e Streets and take on the Wu Tang Clan.
And as for Willy, Mannie and that hot piece of ass Shanell; start running. And I don’t mean to the ring, if I were you’d I’d be booking it as far from ground zero as I could. But you’re not, you’ll all follow Mannie as he takes another hit off the blunt and drives your car right off a cliff. Mannie isn’t the next North American Champion, Shadow is. Mannie isn’t the Usher of Darkness, Shadow is. None of them are king of that ring. Shadow is. Tonight people, it won’t be quick, but it will be very, very painful.
