Post by Shadow on Nov 7, 2012 19:00:09 GMT -4
[glow=silver,4,600]THE ROAD SO FAR[/glow]
The opening chords to AC/DC’s “Shook Me All Night” long begins...
...As the Pyro shoots from the stage. The music continues as the camera pans through the Japanese crowd before stopping on the commentators. The song dies down for a quick second as the voice of Harvey Dean is heard.
Welcome everyone to the one night where APW throws out the rule book, the one night where anything goes. Welcome everyone to ONE NIGHT IN HELL!!
The scene cuts to show each of the competitors from the Last Man Standing match making their way out of the ring. First Michael Lively the former North American Champion struts down the ramp. He doesn’t seem concerned with his challenge before him. He should have been. Then Shadow comes out. The brutal beast walks to the ring with his eyes on Lively. Chase’s voice is heard.
There is no way somebody the likes of Shadow could hold a candle to Michael Lively.
The following person is Krunk, he rolls under the bottom rope and glares at both Shadow and Lively, waiting. Next up is Streets Wilson. He walks to the ring with his switchblade. As he gets in the ring he takes off his hat and puts the knife away. Following him is Ms. AJP The fans go nuts for her as the first verse begins. It’s very fitting for her. It takes a little more time to focus on her as if to signify something of the events to come. Possibly also cause she’s hot. Focus on her ass. After her, is Young Mannie then Logan Alexander. Finally all the competitors are in the ring. Inside the ring. As the verse nears the chorus we see everyone swarming around Lively. They close in. Then the chorus hits as Mannie and Shadow are the first to strike, taking the champion down. Next are several cuts through the match’s highlights. First the Kock-Knock from AJP and the Make-Under which nearly put Lively away early. Next Shadow plants the Spartan Kick right to Streets’ chest sending him sailing off the apron. The next scene is a quick flash of Michael Lively leveling each of his opponents one right after the other.
As the match highlight reel continues the second verse begins to play and Lively is locked into the “The Sugar and Spice.” He finally taps but to no avail. Outside the ring Shadow, Krunk and Logan are descending Dante’s Inferno into the very bowels of Hell. As Shadow pulls himself up from a seven count he nails Krunk with a Big Boot and delivers the Dark Storm onto Alexander! The count of nine is heard just before Alexander pulls himself up. Then as the second chorus cues up Mannie leaps and hits the double stomp with the chair. We hear a voice as- “Eliminated Streets Wilson!”
Next Logan hits Lively with the Stryke Force off the second rope right onto to ladder! It’s close but Lively pulls himself back to his feet. Then Logan Alexander hits Young Mannie with a Stryke Force off the apron! The Voice rings out again – “Eliminated Young Mannie!” Then thrown into the highlight reel is Alexander landing the hat trick by nailing Dion Sanders with a Stryke Force as well! But that’s not the end of the match it cuts to Lively nailing the Prelude on Logan off the ladder – “Eliminated Logan “Chaos Stryke” Alexander!” We hear Nailz say…
“We’ve got our final four!”
But that’s speaking too soon as Shadow lifts Lively high in the air and powerbombs the champion off the top rope and through a table! The fans go nuts – “Eliminated Michael Lively.” Still the match is not over! Krunk nails Shadow with a chair as the song is hitting its climax! Shadow gets up after a four count. Then AJP hits Shadow with a chair. Shadow is up by the six count. In Shock they both hit him simultaneously with their weapons! Shadow gets up just before the ten count! Finally the both leap through the air and nail him with chair placed drop kicks! Shadow struggles to get back up. He is so close... He drops to the mat – “Eliminated Shadow!”
The highlight reel doesn’t end there but the song does as we see quick flashes to the last three moves of the match! AJP goes for the Makeunder! Krunk tries to shove her off the stage but she side steps and hits the super kick. The fans are screaming as the count is heard. TEN! Aubrey collapses on the stage, exhausted. She is handed her title and clutches it to her chest as the crowd cheers loudly. The screen focuses on her celebration for a moment before it slowly fades away.
[glow=silver,9,200]NOW...[/glow]
Shadow is standing by a Christmas tree which is next to a warm roaring fireplace. There are plenty of presents beneath the tree but Shadow doesn’t seem to care about that. He swivels his head around like he is lost.
“Where in the hell...”
Before he can finish his sentence, the slight jingle of bells catches his attention. Shadow whips his head around and looks past the tree.
“Parker?” Shadow wonders aloud.
But it isn’t. It can’t be. Aubrey J. Parker doesn’t have glittery fairy wings. Nevertheless, this chick looks just like her, except the eyes. There is something about those blue eyes that Shadow cannot put his finger on. She blinks and they are back to brown.
“Hello, Shadow,” She says in a sing song voice. “Shadow, Shadow, Shadow.” She keeps saying harmoniously. “Shadow the beast, Shadow the lost, shadows all around you!”
“What?” Shadow looks completely confused to all Hell. “What the shit are you talking about?”
The warm fire seems to grow in the fireplace. The flames lap at the black steel grate that keeps the fire at bay. It’s growing hotter. Shadow steps in front of the tree and toward the freaky fairy. She is hovering towards him and is getting closer.
“Who in the blue Hell are...” WHUMP!
She whip kicks him square in the balls. Shadow has a flashback to the match where AJP kicked Lively in the nuts. Moreover, the big man could swear he heard someone yell “TOASTY!” in a really high voice. This bitch stops hovering and lands in front of Shadow as he falls to his knees, eyes wide and kind of crossed. Long story short (too late), it hurt.
“Wooo,” He tries to say, actually its Shadow trying to breathe through the pain. All cannot think about anything else, just the uncalled-for pain shooting up from his balls to his brain.
She smiles and walks past him to examine the tree. Each step she takes leaves a little glittery footprint on the stone floor. The colorful lights and decorations twinkle brilliantly, just like she does. Behind Shadow, that fire seems to be reaching up the chimney; the column stretches higher and higher.
“I..." Shadow takes another breath. “Wh- why?”
The fairy turns back to him and speaks plainly but with a cute/innocent tone. “Aw I apologize. Did that hurt Shadow? You know sometimes you have to SLAP (she slaps the shit out of him) someone in the face to get their attention.”
Shadow’s mind flashes again. He sees a large steel ring post in front of him for a split second just as her hand connects. The solid metal crashes against his face in the same spot as her warm hand.
“Hmm, Hmm, Hmm,” once again she hums in the same sing song harmony.
The big man starts to pick himself off the floor. He is struggling to do so though. In Shadow’s head he hears someone counting. His eyes drift from left to right. No one is there.
“6...7...”
Shadow finally gets both knees off the concrete floor. To his left the flames are leaping up the chimney and trying to reach out from behind the grate. Everything is so hot now. It’s almost as hot as Hell. The fairy is busy around the tree: looking at ornaments, adjusting lights and all the while the bitch is still humming.
“What the hell was that for?” Shadow finally asks her.
The fairy turns around with a horribly twisted grin across her face. Shadow could swear it was...
“Parker?”
“No dear.” She walks closer and begins petting Shadow on his forehead. He has a bright red hand print on his cheek. “Poor, poor Shadow.”
He snatches her hand in anger.
“You TOUCH me again,” Shadow snaps, “and I will rip your mother flipping wings off.”
“So angry, so angry...” The Fairy chick pulls her hand from his grip with ease and walks past him. “Shadows are so angry.” She sways and smacks him in across the nose with her wings.
“Dah!” Shadow nearly falls off balance as the glitter gets in his eyes.
She doesn’t seem to notice though, that or she does not care. Shadow stumbles into the chimney and knocks the grating over as the flames begin to burst forth it makes him fly forward to the marble floor. Still the Fairy bitch is not looking at him she just keeps humming. The fire begins to eat the chimney’s bricks. The masonry begins to crumble almost immediately. Finally Shadow pulls himself off the floor once more.
“Who are you?” Shadow demands but his attention diverts when he realizes his right pants leg is on fire. “Holy Hell!”
As Shadow rolls around on the floor trying to put himself out the Fairy finally turns to him. She taps him on the leg with her magic wand and suddenly Shadow’s leg is extinguished. He can hear the count again.
“5...6...”
Shadow pulls himself off the marble floor, looks up and freezes. He can’t believe his eyes.
“Dita?”
Standing before him is none other than Dita Morgan. No wings, no glitter, just her. She smiles down at him.
“No Shadow,” she says with that same sick and twisted smile that the Fairy had. “I’m not Dita. I’m the ghost of Christmas Present.”
Around them the whole world is burning, except the Christmas tree. The flames have consumed the fabulous purple drapes. They reach up and engulf the ceiling. All around them Hell is surging forth. The flames are coming off the walls in waves, like water. Yet the orange blaze halts a few feet from the two and the tree. It is almost as if they are surrounded by a bubble. Everything around them is in slow motion. The flames disperse as they hit this invisible wall. Sweat pours off Shadow’s forehead.
“Present?” Shadow asks confused. “What about the Ghost of Christmas Past? Did I miss it?”
Her eyes glow with their golden brown hue for a moment as Dita chuckles. “Oh Shadow dear, you of all people should know you can’t run from your past forever.” She blinks “He’ll catch up with you soon enough.”
“Wha...” Shadow shakes his head in disbelief.
Suddenly the flames are gone, so is Dita. The room is coated in ashes. They sprinkle down from above like snow. The evergreen needles begin to be blanketed with a soft layer of powder. Shadow’s exhales and his breath comes out like smoke. It’s so cold.
“Dita?” Shadow asks with a hushed voice. He hugs himself for a moment as the cold sends a dark chill up his spine.
“7...8...9...”
“Wrong again. Wrong again, the shadows are caving in” That sing-song voice speaks up as the Fairy steps out from behind the tree. The ashes never touch her as she kneels beside the tree. All the presents are gone, all except for one. “I told you, I’m the Ghost of Christmas Chaos.”
That last word sounded static-y Like a record being scratched. Shadow thought she said “present.” Her wings flutter for a moment and a cloud of glitter begins to collide with the raining ash. The Fairy bends down and picks up the sole present under the tree. Shadow cannot see what it is.
“And I have a present for you.”
“A present?”
Shadow bends down. Her wings still blocking is view. There isn’t a speck of glitter on them anymore. Shadow leans closer as the Fairy hums.
“8...9...”
“Oh what could it be? Oh what could it be? It’s a TOASTER!”
She uppercuts the crap out of him, the silver box smacks Shadow right under the jaw. The giant sails back and crashes down onto the marble floor.
“They’re releasing the animalistic Kurt Nobel!”
Shadow flops on the floor holding his face in pain. He rolls to his side off the table and suddenly falls further smacking his face on the hard stone floor of the locker room. But that doesn’t stop him. He springs off the floor in rage. Still holding his face he looks up at the bright white fluorescent lights overhead.
“A toaster? Oh the bitch hit me with a toaster. Oh! I love a girl with spirit!”
Without warning, Shadow is seized by two men. Each grabs an arm.
“Shadow! Shadow!” APW Medical Staff Doctor, Corey Markham yells. “Calm down!”
“Where is she?” He looks around confused. His eyes adjust to the bright lights that gleam off the locker room walls. “I’ll kill her!”
“He’s delusional,” Markham says to his colleague.
“He must be talking about Aubrey J Parker.” The other staff member says. He’s not a regular.
The big man continues to struggle then drops to his knees and grabs his head in pain. He let out a howl.
“Shadow, Shadow! You have to calm down” Markham kneels and checks on him. “We’re in Tokyo, it’s still One Night in Hell. You lost the Last Man Standing Elimination match.”
“What? I?” He shakes his head and holds his throbbing temples in pain. “The toaster?”
“You’ve taken several steel chair shots, sir.” Markham explains. “You need to sit down. Aubrey J. Parker won the title. You’ve been unconscious since your elimination. It took six men to carry you back here. You may have a concussion.”
Shadow looks up at him confused. Blood drips from Shadow’s nose and trickles from his ears. It’s impossible to tell what caused the blood flow. He looks up at the television screen playing the event live. Kurt Nobel is busy throttling Chris Hart in the Elimination Chamber.
“Christmas...Pre-haos?”
Shadow mutters weakly before he collapses again. This time he blacks out.
Before I go off on my esteemed opponent this week, there are a few things I need to discuss. First I am not upset about the results of my match at One Night in Hell. I went out there and made a man out of each and every person in that match, the new champ included. When I was a rookie, my trainers threw me into multiple battle royals with veterans. Why would they toss rookies to the wolves? To see if they have the mettle to be a Megastar. It’s because of people like Sam Fudge Packer, and Vincent Penis-ton that I decided on that stipulation and without a doubt I was thoroughly impressed.
Next, Germ; you pathetic parasite, don’t think I didn’t hear you spout off on Meltdown Monday night. Must feel nice knowing I’m not there to shut you up again. Feel nice and safe now that you can sleep at night? You better be dreaming about pulling a Shadow, son. Because as far as I can tell, “Pulling a Shadow” means trashing all the men on Meltdown, setting all kinds of Diamond Standards and getting promoted to APW’s Flag show.
Now onto Kurt Nobel! Well I hope I said your name loud enough to snag your attention. But seeing as you apparently have the attention span of a rabid pit bull, maybe I should say something else to get your attention. AMY LOVES TERRY! I don’t know if it’s true or not but I hope it pissed you off.
We haven’t been properly introduced, I’m Shadow, It’s nice to finally make your acquaintance. I’m the man who’s going to stuff his foot down your throat later tonight. But let’s not skip to the ending, when the story that gets us there is going to be so much fun. Kurt Nobel, the spiraling sociopathic psychopath of Overdrive. I like my odds. Why would I like being thrown in the ring with a monster such as you? Well, I got kind of tired of taking out the trash on Meltdown and I figured it was time to step up my game and clean out the over-the-hill Overdrive outcasts.
And I say that with all due respect, because I don’t think very many people have any for you anymore. You had yourself a pretty sweet deal: Undisputed championship, Tag Team Titles with a partner who trusted you and the love of a pretty woman. Where did it all go wrong? Seriously you should see a shrink. But since he’ll probably tell you what you’re already thinking, so let’s just beat each other senseless. That’s my therapy. I would love to do that for my “big” return to Overdrive. I say that sarcastically not because of you but because people are going to be saying “Shadow has done what Slade could not. Slade who? And that bothers me. Slade leaving Overdrive and going to Asylum was just like my choice for going to Meltdown.
I had no idea I was coming here. I liked being on Meltdown, I’ll explain why later. You see there is a difference between you and I Kurt. You don’t trust anybody. And despite Slade and my problems in the past, He never turned his back on me. Hell, the man ended up in a coma because he was trying to help me. Now people are going to be dissing him the same way they did me when I went to Meltdown. I’ve heard the whispers in the locker room. It’s already begun.
Since I’m mentioning rumors and things of the sort, Kurt, I heard you were kind of bummed about this being the opening match; that you considered it punishment. I am not one to play off my opponents words during the week but Hannah Storm told me this and I can’t I mean I just CAN’T ignore it. Kurt, I’m a little insulted that you consider opening match to be punishment. No facing me is your punishment. Opening match is an honor. Look at all the Meltdown shows where I ran the opening match: Barn burners. Kurt while your whole career may have been a closer I relish the opportunity to open a show, because every match afterwards has to follow us. We get to set the tone for the first Overdrive after One Night in Hell, we get to set the momentum going into Christmas Chaos, and if you’re too high and mighty to think that well I guess I better just show you what I did to every poor victim I ever worked in Meltdown’s opening match!
So let’s get started Kurt. I want you angry. I want you pissed off. I want the animalistic Kurt Nobel. Only a true monster can measure toe to toe with the Usher of Darkness. Like that shemale Aubrey J Parker. Chick had balls. I respect balls. Wait that didn’t come out right. Nevermind. Kurt, I have to say I was rather, well what’s the word; disappointed with your performance at One Night in Hell. Because while it took...1, wait 2, no that’s not right; shit I lost count of how many chair shots I took before my ass blacked out. All I remember is, when I came to I heard “They’re releasing the animalistic Kurt Nobel!” Little did I know, that was a sign from God telling me who I’d be hunting next. But then you got in that ring with all that “animalistic” power. Kicked the crap out of everyone then got put out after what was it? 5 moves? Jeez, is that perfectly masculine jaw made of glass or something? I’ll keep that in mind tonight.
I know... I know I’m shooting my mouth off, probably biting off more than I can chew: good. Bring it Kurt. I want you to know I’m going to say some pretty mean things about you in the next few minutes. Take them seriously or believe I’m just jesting. I don’t care. I want a challenge. I love a challenge. I asked for them to come at me at One Night in Hell. I told them all to come at me with everything they had to prove they were worth being here. And Parker was the only one who could do that. She earned that title. Best of luck to that freaky “he-she.” Now it’s your turn Kurt.
People like to run their mouth about how I went to Meltdown to polish my game. In fact President Jeff sent me down there to make sure that APW’s future Megastars were all up to par. Maybe like he felt that Overdrive’s roster needed a little Christmas cleaning as well. Don’t worry, next Monday you can just stay your depressed ass on Meltdown. Maybe you can even get my old job, picking up the pieces of the pricks who run their mouth about how they’re the next big thing.
Don’t get me wrong Kurt, I know I didn’t win my match at One Night in Hell either; even after I picked the most brutal match I could conceive at the time. But I have no regrets. I walked all over Meltdown kicking around the crap that tried to be the big dog. It was fun. But in the end, the only people who’ve ever stopped me have been women: Carmen Rivera, Aubrey Parker, Evan Envi.
Back to Kurt Nobel, let’s talk about the new Diamond Standard I plan on setting tonight. Last time I was on Overdrive I won myself a title shot. So now I’m making an announcement: When I am done going through you tonight I have my sights on something glorious that you failed to hold onto, and I’m not talking about your wife.
I understand I say “All that glitters ain’t gold,” but this isn’t about the Undisputed Championship. It’s about the achievement that comes with winning that belt. To pull the Overdrive hat trick, that’s an accomplishment some never get to obtain. I’m fine with climbing the ladder here again—after I gain a small measure of revenge on Envi for pissing me off at Shockwave. Watson can have the belt. I’m not a fan of weapons matches. My Wreck-It Ralph fists are all I need to cave in someone’s face.
Speaking of faces, you know you got that perfect face, Kurt? Blonde hair, blue eyes, chiseled manly jaw, huge honking nose. Just a damn good target. Now my foot is pretty big too. I have to be careful to make sure I hit that schnauzer right on the bull’s eye. If I don’t and only hit say half your face. I might rip the flesh clean off and leave the one side horribly disfigured.
Kurt, tonight you can take this match however you choose: punishment, therapy or an opportunity. Opening match on Overdrive, Kurt. And if anything I said has got you good and pissed off, that’s great. Take that anger and turn it into energy. Show me how brutal Kurt Nobel can be. Lets burn the building down baby. Show everyone why WE were chosen to set the standard on Johnny Diamond’s Overdrive, no offense to President Jeff. Kurt, let’s make sure this match is not quick and while it may be painful; let’s make it glorious!
