Post by Shadow on Nov 14, 2012 13:14:55 GMT -4
[glow=silver,9,200]THEN...[/glow]
SHOCKWAVE 2012
We flash back to the Staples center where Shadow took on former APW Megastar Stryker for the Xtreme championship. The match is not very long and after a quick fight on the outside of the ring, Steve Stryker slid into the ring, chair in hand to the dismay of thousands in attendance. He charged at Shadow, fully prepared to swing for his skull, but Shadow ducked down and hoists Stryker onto his shoulders in a Fireman's Carry. Stryker struggled and suddenly dropped his weapon and before he can fight out of it, Shadow spun him in mid-air and drove down with the Dark Storm!!!
The fans were on their feet as Shadow made the first cover of the match... And got the thee count!!!
But the night didn’t end there...
“Raining Blood” By Slayer hit’s the PA and out comes President Jeff. The crowd is cheering as he has a microphone in hand.
Jeff: Shadow, I know you barely broke a sweat, and that why, your first Xtreme Title defense happens right now... Shadow, please welcome your opponent!
Multi-colored lights dance all across the arena as the opening riffs of "Helter Skelter" blast through the PA system.
Chase: YES!!! ITS EVAN ENVI!!
Now there are several flashes of Shadow’s title defense, starting with the opening onslaught from Envi, trying to put Shadow away quickly: Evan’s low blow, the choking with the cable even the fire extinguisher incident. Nevertheless Shadow kicks out. After we see Shadow’s return volley starting with the midair clothesline that nearly decapitated Envi, followed by the exposed turnbuckle bashing, the corner splash and then Full Nelson Slam. Then the match really picks up with the two dukeing it out at ringside: Evan nails Shadow with a monitor then a moonsault, followed by the Blues on top of six chairs (Because six chairs seems to be the only number that can do any damage to him hint...hint) but Envi isn’t finished He goes for the Helter Skelter! But Shadow rolls out of the way at the last possible second! Now it Shadow’s turn to use the six chairs as we see him powerbomb Evan Envi through them! Still the match isn’t over. Shadow is setting Envi up on the top rope, about to suplex him but Envi counters! Shadow hits the Mat and Envi on pure instinct hits the Helter Skelter sandwiching Shadow between the chairs! 1...2...3!!!!
The scene slows as the count is heard and the fans begin to boo. Shadow’s stint as Xtreme champion is over just before it really got the chance to begin.
[glow=silver,9,200]NOW...[/glow]
The dull sound of dogs barking fills the room as the little screen on Shadow’s cell phone emits a pale glow. The flip phone’s screen is barely legible, it reads, “UNKNOWN.” The dog barking is very faint, actually the vibrations rattling the wooden nightstand are louder than the ring tone. Slowly the focus shifts from the foreground to the background. On the bed lay Shadow, face down. His blonde hair is looks like a bunch of golden seaweed strewn about the white pillow. His upper body is visible but lower half is lost beneath the Down Comforter. Shadow of course is shirtless, just in case any ladies are watching the promo. His hand begins to stir as the phone continues to buzz. Finally his arm shoots out and slams down on the cellular phone like a mallet. The mass of hair shifts as he turns his head from his right to left. Shadow flips open the phone from a distance and presses the talk button. The ringing stops as he slowly brings the phone to his exposed ear.
“Yeah?” His voice is groggy. He blinks for a moment as he listens to whoever is on the other end. Shadow rolls over and sits up in bed. “Dita?”
Two hours later...
Shadow stands in the small kitchenette inside his cheap motel room. He is on the phone again. However this time Shadow is dressed wearing jeans and a black T shirt. As he paces back and forth while making breakfast Shadow cradles the phone between his ear and shoulder. He stirs the Huevos Rancheros in his personal cast iron skillet.
“Yes, I’m sure it was her.” Shadow says into the phone. He remains silent for a moment, steam billows from the skillet. One could imagine how good the food smells.
On the counter next to the two burner stove, Shadow has laid out all the ingredients. He reaches forward with a free hand and turns the stovetop to low and begins putting these things away. All the while he listens. After putting the fresh peppers and half carton of eggs into a recyclable shopping bag Shadow turns and opens the mini fridge door. There is some strange artwork clipped to the fridge door.
“She said she was back in London,” Shadow states. “No, no word on if she was ever coming back to the states. She told me not to worry and she would be in touch. No, nothing about Horrowitz either. I didn’t ask. Hell last time I saw him I put his ass down like a sick animal, I don’t think she liked that very much. But the dude was a bad guy. Whether or not people believed his “change” I didn’t I saw right through that. Listen forget Benny Horrowitz, and let’s get off the subject of Dita, she’s not the sole reason I called.”
Shadow shuts the fridge door and as the camera angle shifts to inside the kitchenette on the opposite side of the stove. As Shadow listens to whoever this call is to he takes his spatula and continues cooking his breakfast. To the big man’s left, just past him is the rest of the hotel room. Mounted on the wall are a creepy ass coo-coo clock and a large, obvious deer head.
“Yeah, so have you made any progress?” Shadow shifts the phone to his other shoulder and turns off the stovetop with his now free right arm. “Yes, yes I got the damn picture.”
Shadow pulls the phone away from his mouth to say aloud, “You Daffy bastard.”
He puts the phone back to his ear, “Yes, it’s a work of art. “Cthulhu with Cheese,” yes I have it hanging on my fridge. What? You don’t get picture mail on a damn rec room phone, Slade. I am not taking a photo of it. Ahuh, Ahuh... Listen shut up for a second. How is therapy?”
Once again Shadow is silent. This time however, he uses the free moment to scoop his breakfast onto a cheap Dixie plate. The mini fridge is visible again and it’s obvious that the picture seen before is Slade’s “artwork.” It must be part of his therapy, gluing macaroni to paper plates. It’s actually not bad; Cthulhu made of macaroni looks pretty realistic. It’s the rest of the artwork that looks like crap. Shadow has it held up with a small Texas magnet.
“Listen you need time to get your head right. I heard what happened last week. Real smart thinking on your end, letting that slob outwit the lot of you. Yeah, yeah I’ll mind my own business, you just get better soon. I’m in Delaware this week, no clue where we are heading after tomorrow. I’ll phone the Asylum and keep you posted. Yeah, that’s right I’ll break a leg out there. Deuce.”
Shadow lifts the phone and lets it slip down his arm; he smoothly catches it, closes it and sets the mini-brick on the countertop. There is no dining room table in this hotel room so Shadow just stands there at the counter diving into his Mexican breakfast with the “fine china” from Wal-Mart.
The past few weeks have been different for Shadow, he has to admit he knew coming back to Overdrive would be a challenge but he was more pissed at himself for not seeing Kurt Noble’s flip-flop a head of time. Had Noble gone out there and let loose Shadow would have thrown down. Instead he gave Noble the benefit of the doubt and it cost him the match. Then later in the night Noble turned heel and went nuts. Shadow realized he could have stopped all that had he not offered a polite match.
There was no sense beating himself up over it. Had he walked into Overdrive and ran through the former Undisputed champion, Shadow might have thought there wasn’t a challenge here. To tell the truth, despite his love for squashing uppity rookies, Shadow missed a real fight. It was like putting the Hulk in the ring with a bunch of grunts. Sooner or later he’s going to be begging for a real fight. This week he knew he was going to get it.
After about five minutes, his plate was nearly empty. Shadow looks around his hotel room as he continues to stand there eating. Things have certainly changed in the past six months. He was the only one left now. Well Slade was debatable. The man was locked up in the loony bin, only allowed out to wrestle every other week. That was not a good sign. Now Shadow was alone, he forgot what it was like. The other members of their long dead faction had scattered to the ends of the earth.
Shadow turned away from the kitchenette counter and dumped the Dixie plate and plastic silver wear in the sink. He re-used all he could. He kept going over this week’s opponents in his mind: A.C. Smith and the current Xtreme Champion, Nick Watson. Another opening match, with two people who are also faces. He missed the Diamond Standards of Meltdown. But then Shadow had an idea. He looked at the Xtreme Championship around Watson’s waist. Shadow thought back to One Night in Hell when Watson beat both Envi and Smith. If Johnny Diamond wasn’t going to give Shadow the kind of fight he wanted, he would just go looking for it. That’s what it meant to be an ass kicker.
“Let’s go play football with a beehive.” Shadow says to himself as he walks to his hotel bed and picks up his wrestling bag.
A smile creeps across Shadow’s face as he heads for the door. Shadow knew how he could spin this match to his advantage. He knew how he could get the fight he wanted. He was just going to call them out. Shadow was always a fighting champion when he was Overdrive champion. He did the same when he won the Xtreme title at Shockwave. Right now Shadow was just a fighting man, if he won the Xtreme title back, good; it would help. He wanted a challenge, he wanted a fight and he wanted to keep setting the standard for ass kicking. But a fight just simply wouldn’t do, Shadow was going to start a WAR.
First and foremost, congratulations to Kurt NOBLE, I am glad to see I reignited that spark, or a lit the fire under your ass. Either way I was very pleased with the measure of opponent I saw last week on Overdrive. Sadly I was immediately disappointed by his disrespectful, pompous attitude and the betrayal that took place later on in the evening. For one brief fleeting moment in our match the great Kurt Noble was back. Then what happened? You turned on everyone. Ya dick. Maybe we need to step back in the ring again and I’ll show what real brutality is, bitch.
But then again I forgot there were men out there who could stand toe to toe with me. Not to get a big head, because I believe my head is already huge enough, but when I was on Meltdown I had my fun playing the welcome wagon. Still it gets boring when the only challengers you have are women. And people still ask me, Shadow with all your power why do you hold back when facing chicks like Aubrey J Parker and Evan Envi?
I should make something perfectly clear; I’ve never taken it easy on that hermaphrodite Envi. Secondly, in Texas, we treat women with respect and Envi is a hermie. I’m sure most of you are calling bullshit on that one, but you have to realize, southern states where white people are the minority now, those Latinos and African American broads don’t take shit from nobody. Seriously, white girls are the ones who let themselves get walked over. Most men in Texas show women respect out of fear because you Throw in that blistering hot sun, a bunch of bulls to ride, all kinds of counties that now sell liquor and women: You have the recipe for a man to get Lorena Bobbitted— That’s not cool. So we respect our women.
Evan Hermie on the other hand is only half a woman, but likes to think of herself as all man. That’s fine; if she wants to put herself in the place of a man I’ll hit her like one. And now you’re asking yourself, “Why is Shadow talking about the former Xtreme Champion like they’re in this triple threat match? You’re right Hermie doesn’t deserve to be mentioned. Because I am calling her out. Her and her little Cuban refugee boyfriend. That’s right I think it high time I kick over the kettle on Overdrive. I am issuing a challenge to HermieKado: You two versus me, Handicap match!
What the hell am I thinking, right? I’m thinking people want to see Shadow do what he does best, shut up the assholes. All respect to Johnny Diamond, offering me my rematch for the Xtreme Championship, but I never wanted that. I just wanted to get my hands on the one Meltdown Megastar that got away. I remember his last match on Meltdown, when he lost to Carmen San Diego, just one elimination shy of being the one that sent him packing. Plus I think the fans would much rather see Shadow take on a bunch of heels rather than faces.
But since I am facing two of Overdrives’ beloveds and I DO have my rematch scheduled tonight, I had better avert my attention from those whom I want to punish to the two I will have to pulverize this week. I wonder though as to the mind frame of Nick Watson as he looks at his opponents this week. If Nick Watson somehow miraculously succeeds, he should change his name to Jack the Giant Killer.
I would also like to tip my hat to Mr. A.C. Smith throwing himself into the Hurricane Sandy Recovery program. I think a lot of people don’t realize when these disasters hit, they affect all of us. Smith’s selflessness should be a reminder to all that it’s our duty to be there for our fans when catastrophes strike. Smith, thank you for making us all look like jerks. I’m just kidding, I’m proud to know that there are still people in this industry who are willing to go above and beyond for the people that put us on the map. And while you may comment that actions speak louder than words, and I am just saying something and doing nothing; Need I remind you all I am from Texas and I am trying to help this world by getting that moron, Rick Perry,hel out of office. That man is a walking Bush- I mean time bomb. Okay enough of this politeness. In the words of Troy McClure, I know what you people came here to see: Hardcore Nudity!!
What? No? Okay, that’s good, Anyway despite my masculine physique I still live by the philosophy, twenty dollars to take my clothes off, a hundred bucks to keep them on.
Alright let’s get serious folks. A.C. Smith, I like Ass Kickers, but you sir are infringing on a copyright status. I’m sure Slade said this to you when you won that ladder match against him awhile back; He’s an Ass Kicker. While I resigned my post, I still have an obligation to test the merit of any chump-stain who thinks they can call themselves an Ass Kicker just because the A.K.A. isn’t floating around APW anymore.
Don’t worry Moose, it’s a real easy test. This one is Multiple Choice with a 50/50 shot. I’d say true and false but you have your options of victims. Nick Watson, or Yourself. I mean you could try and go for “C” meaning me, or hell if you wanted to go with “D” all of the above I might even smile when you punch me in the face. I like a challenge. You swing hard, I’ll tater you right back, son.
So let’s delve a little deeper into this test you have to take, because I’m sure you didn’t have that good of an education. I mean you chose to be a New York City Police Officer over joining the New York City Fire Department. That’s right; I’m a firehouse man, son. Firemen and Cops never see eye to eye. It’s like the Army and the Navy and you joined the Navy. If that offends anyone out there, sorry but that’s what happens when two faces butt heads. One of us has to be the asshole, and I’m just really good at being a prick. I still love all my fans, I’m going to bite the bullet on this one and be the jerk though.
So back to the exam Smith, You got your option “A,” the current champion. And while he is all well and good to prove yourself against, you can always search for bigger game. But let’s say you do choose Nick; Nick Watson has become a budding star on Overdrive. Last time I was here he wasn’t doing very well. It’s good to see him pull his head out of his former trainer’s ass and do something with his life. Still he did beat you and Hermie in that triple threat match. Smith, all offense implied but you failed to capture the belt at One Night in Hell in the exact same type of match. What makes you think tonight’s going to be any different?
Plus you got knocked out with a picture frame. Brass knuckles I could respect, but a picture frame? That’s kind of low. The only thing lower would have been that dirty Hermie smashing the portrait of an ass over your head and leaving it wrapped around your neck. Nevertheless you were knocked out when Nick Watson won the belt. And you may fire back “Well you were knocked out too!” Yeah well it took two people to lay me out and they used steel chairs, not some Precious Moments memory frame you bitch.
I could go on rambling about your other options in this match Smith, but the fact is you bore me. Another big powerhouse who doesn’t know how to work a mic and leaves the fans bored. There’s a reason some giants don’t speak, they lack the cognitive capabilities to form cohesive sentences. Did any of that make sense to you? Rhetorical Question dumbass, now go sit in the corner with your “Dunce” hat on while the real men duke it out.
I’ll give my props to Nick Watson. He won the belt, with the help of Evan’s real woman of a sister; you know the person Evan secretly wishes his hermaphroditic ass had been born as. Anyway, so Nick Watson, I see you’ve been doing a half ass job keeping my belt warm for me. I watched what happened last week on Overdrive, just a shame. You made Shopping-Cart Steve look good. You tapped out last week! What the Hell? You and Mark Mania have these huge wins at One Night in Hell, both of you ripping the titles from your opponents’ hands then what? You tap out and get made to look like jokes on live television.
You see the good fans pay to see Pay Per Views. They know it’s worth the 49.99$ So you put on a big show and whipped ass at ONiH. After that, you dropped the ball. You come back to Overdrive all full of fire and pop only to get snuffed out by a psycho and his lover. The fans at home were pissed, and rightfully so. You can pop back with my loss at Shockwave, but fact of the matter is, I won that Xtreme title when I beat Mannie, Yarmouth and Shane Whoreland here on Overdrive. Up until Shockwave, Shopping-Cart Steve was just keeping it warm for me.
That’s just what your little ass is doing too, isn’t it? Holding onto my belt? Does it make you feel all big and muscular when you see yourself carrying it? Damn I bet it does, your tiny ass holding a huge chuck of gold like that, must feel ten inches swinging between those knees. Still, it looks like I have to break out the ole “Chain of Command” on your ass and show you what a really swinging D looks like. Sure you’re thinking, “Did he just come on to me?” Hell NO! Get your mind out of the gutter with the rest of your career Nick, time to step up; and hand over that belt.
But I don’t want to take it without a fight. I would much rather prefer to pry it from your limp unconscious fingers. Like A.C. Smith I want you good and pissed off at me. Someone out there has to hate me, I know the fans don’t. Despite all my misgivings they love to hear be belittle, humiliate and then watch me straight up throttle you jack-wagons for ten to fifteen minutes. And I plan to do just that.
Tonight, I finally get my rematch for the Xtreme Championship. And I happily welcome it. I never got a rematch after Shockwave, and I didn’t bitch about it either. Instead I waited, patiently too. I knew that sooner or later, my road would lead me there once again. Sadly, I hoped that little she-he would still be holding the title, but that’s alright. Taking back what once was mine will just be step one. Step two will be waiting, and I have all the time in the world. I can wait. It won’t be long before Hermie comes calling for his rematch as well. When he does, I’ll be waiting. Whether or not Delikado and his lover accept my challenge makes no difference. I am just giving those cowards the only chance they could ever have. I kind of liken my desired match to the match I have tonight. I’d like to think of it as more a handicap match, than a triple threat. Turning you two both loose on me sounds a whole hell of a lot more enjoyable than “every man for himself.” I came to Overdrive looking for a challenge and last week I found it. This week I’ve issued one and am presented with another. This is what it means to be on Overdrive folks. It’s not about the easy wins and stomping the living daylights out of rookies all the live long day. No, it’s about pushing yourself to the limit and seeing just how far over the line you can take things. Tonight I plan to do just that. And I will be dragging you two saps with me, whether you like it or not. Brace yourself boys, Shadow is coming. And as all the fans know, it sure as hell won’t be quick but you bet your bitch asses I plan on making it very painful!
