Post by Shadow on Dec 5, 2012 20:15:05 GMT -4
[glow=indigo,9,200]THEN...[/glow]
[shadow=orange,left,600]Last week on Overdrive,[/shadow]
Shadow is standing in the ring as his theme music begins to play. He raises his arm high in the air. The fans are screaming, cheering as Shadow looms over Irver Famori in triumph. Famori rolls out of the ring as the referee takes Shadow’s wrist and signals his victory. Shadow turns and catches a Last Call to Cuba right to the jaw. The fans turn ugly, they begin to boo as Shadow staggers back and suddenly gets hit with the “Guess Who” from Evan Envi!
The scene cuts to the second match of the night MacBane is thrashing around on the mat in pain as Delikado is signaling for another “Last Call to Cuba.” Shadow’s music hits and he bursts out from backstage. The fans erupt with cheers as Shadow rushes to the ring and slides in. Delikado goes to hit Shadow with his move. Shadow ducks under and tackles Delikado to the mat hammering away with several hard shots. Delikado struggles and rolls away bailing as fast as he can. Shadow gives chase following behind getting in any shot he can.
[shadow=orange,left,600]Backstage...[/shadow]
“Delikado!”
Shadow’s voice rings out through the arena. It rattles the walls.
“Come out you bitch!”
Shadow bangs his fist on a locker room door. It flies open and he looks inside and moves forward. His head bumps one of the overhead lights as he marches down the hallway. The light sways back and forth casting his shadow on the wall. The darkness moves along the whitewashed stones as Shadow searches for the fleeing fearful former Overdrive champion. It is at that moment Shadow gets an idea. A sick smile twists on his lips as he stalks his prey. Mind games. Maybe it might be childish, maybe it wouldn’t work. Then again what if it did?
“One, two- Shadow’s coming for you!”
That voice is creepy. For some reason Shadow could swear he’s heard that tone before. Yet he doesn’t remember ever using such a weird and clichéd sing-song melody. Shadow rounds a corridor and sees someone crash into a cameraman in the distance. The sound of an expensive High Definition camera smashing on the linoleum floor echoes through the hallway. One person is pressed against the wall while another silhouetted figure stares back at him. Shadow gives chase as he hears Delikado scream in overacting panic. The big man continues to sing after his target.
“Three, four- You got to run some more!”
The camera quickly cut to a darkened area out in the parking structure of the Dunkin Donuts Center. The sound of someone gasping for breath fills the air. The fog of that Cuban’s breath is present. He is stammering, unable to form a complete sentence. There is a faint glow of light from the double doors leading back inside the arena. With a crash they are kicked open by Shadow’s patented Spartan Kick. He stands there; his large shadow is falling on the cold grey cement. The light behind him is warm. Almost as if Shadow is calling Delikado to ‘come into the light.’ But he isn’t.
“Five, six- find a crucifix!”
Delikado reaches through the darkness searching for something, anything he can use to protect himself. That trembling hand lays hold of a piece of wood. Those fingers clench the weapon like the wielder’s life depended on it. A blurred and out of focus Shadow steps out of the door frame. The camera fixates on Shadow and zooms in as his eyes scour the darkness. Suddenly Shadow smiles. He’s spotted his target. One of the doors blows shut with a deafening slam.
“Seven, eight- better stay away!”
A high pitched scream fills the air as Shadow’s target takes off. The heavy foot falls of Shadow’s boots pound against the floor. He rushes after his target with fervor. The cars around them are empty, Shadow never slows down he stares at Delikado’s back, getting closer. Shadow isn’t concerned. There’s no way Evan Envi could be hiding out here. Shadow had this little rabbit all to himself.
“Nine, ten- never stop again!”
Shadow runs after him as they run deeper into the parking structure. Shadow stays close on his heels despite his target having the wooden weapon. The echoing of their footsteps against the cold cement is rhythmic. Shadow doesn’t slow down. He is getting closer. All of a sudden, a horn honks and the level is filled with bright halogen headlights. For a split second Shadow’s attention is averted. In that second he imagines seeing Evan Envi barreling down on him with two tons of steel. But it isn’t; just someone leaving for the night. Shadow looks back. Delikado is gone. Shadow calms himself, slowing down his breathing slowly. He takes one step and listens; like a trained hunter.
“I know you’re hear you son of a bitch.”
He is quiet, so quiet and patient.
“Come out, come out wherever you are.”
Shadow’s voice is a whisper this time. He is very cautious. He saw the two by four in his victim’s hand. Shadow wasn’t going to rush in and get dropped. No, he wanted to make Delikado suffer for the insult he paid Shadow earlier. Payback was a bitch.
“Like a BAWS!” Shadow ducks on pure instinct!
A sickening crack sounds off. Shadow looks around and hears the clank of wood being dropped and his target runs away quickly. His eyes dart back and forth but there is no one in sight. Shadow listens carefully and realizes the sound is coming from one level down. To his left is a staircase. From below a door slams shut.
“Dammit.” Shadow mutters. “How could I have missed that?”
Shadow heads to the stairs and trots down them. There is no cause for concern anymore. He knows he lost Delikado, the lucky bastard. As Shadow reaches sub level B, he spots a group of people crowding something. The two by four is resting at the huddle’s feet. Someone is kneeling down in the center. The big Texan slowly approaches them all and asks.
“What the hell happened here?”
“Someone got attacked.” There is already an EMT on scene. She is kneeling over a small person wearing a suit. Shadow thinks it might be a child. His jaw drops when he can finally see.
“That hate mongering son of a bitch!” Is all Shadow can say.
[glow=darkorange,9,200]NOW...[/glow]
“So then... Let’s talk strategy...”
Goeren’s voice was dripping with a tone Shadow couldn’t quiet put his finger on. The German had called him earlier and requested that Shadow meet him at this place: The Off Key Tiki Longue. It was an incredibly tacky and ostentatious place. The moment Shadow walked in he was bumping into things that hung from the ceiling. He was too large for a place like this. Goeren had picked it on purpose.
“And what did you have in mind?” Shadow’s questioning response showed his distrust. The last time these two had tagged, things did not go so well.
“Oh I had a few ideas, mein freund.” There was a bit of sarcasm in his voice. “We could always just go full bore. Barrel right through them. But that seems too obvious.”
“Just a little.” Shadow retorts. “It didn’t seem to work so well for you last week with Mark Mania.”
Goeren spits at Mark’s name.
“Last week was unpleasant.”
“Not for me,” Shadow smiles.
The people around them pay them no mind. Shadow and Goeren sit there at the small table, Shadow uncomfortably crushing his tiny wooden chair. They continue to converse.
“I’m trying to play nice here, Shadow.” Azrael’s nose twitches. He’s losing his patience.
“You see that?” Shadow comments, spotting the tell. “Your anger is getting the better of you already. I bet there is nothing you’d like more than to reach across this table and smack me right in the face. You’re boiling aren’t you? You need to control that. Because if you think you can get pissed off, boy you haven’t seen anything yet.
“That a fact?”
“You march onto Overdrive talking about bringing down the giants, building APW from the ashes of its former Hall of Famers, and then you get upset and cost yourself your big match with Mark Mania because you can’t keep your temper under control. You do that again, you’ll cost us this match and where will that get you. Don’t get me wrong. I think you demanding a title shot out the box is an insult.”
“I seem to recall you having an Overdrive title match you’re second show here.”
Shadow doesn’t say anything for a moment.
“Hypocrite.”
Checkmate on that point Shadow just nods.
“Fine,” Shadow can’t really say anything else. Goeren just smirks at him from across the table.
“Strategy?”
“Yeah,” Shadow says. “What are your other ideas?"
“Perhaps we could take them off their game.” Azrael’s eyes shift from side to side as he leans on the table.
Shadow’s interest is piqued. After the brawl Shadow endured last week on Overdrive, something a little sinister seemed fun. Not to mention mind games were something he was very interested in playing. Delikado and Evan Envi loved messing with their opponents. Turning the tables on Delikado would be a joy and probably really wear at him.
“I’m listening.”
“Maybe instead of me gunning straight for Mark Mania, perhaps I take care of your problem for you.”
Shadow cocks his head.
“Strangers on a Train?”
“Something like that.” Goeren gets the reference. “Delikado is a nuisance, Mark Mania an annoyance. You said you wanted to face a real Overdrive champion, I think it’s time you find out if he is one. If not, crush him. Meanwhile, I will handle your immigration problem. Cubans and Germans never had great relations anyway. Plus he sickens me.”
“Oh?” Shadow is still listening.
“He’s a joke. I don’t like jokes. They don’t belong in my new order. Exterminating him will send a message.”
“That’s a touchy word for a German to use,” Shadow comments. “And while I like the premise of your idea, I don’t need someone to fight my battles for me.”
“Nor do I.”
“But you are right,” Shadow accepts. “It would put them off, not to mention they despise one another, probably more than us. In its own way it’s a twisted plan.”
“Just a little bit.”
Goeren even makes the ‘small’ gesture with his thumb and index fingers. He squints as he says it.
“I could get on board with this.” Shadow nods.
Goeren smiles. He doesn’t offer his hand for a shake, instead he just stands up. His hand slides into his pocket and pulls out a hundred dollar bill. He sets it on the table.
“For the shrimp and drinks.” His voice is a little condescending. “Have one on me; make it a virgin if it pleases you.”
Shadow doesn’t let Goeren out of his line of sight. As Azrael passes he pats Shadow on the shoulder once.
“See you tomorrow night,” he says, “herr partner.”
Without another word Azrael Goeren slowly strolls to the door, Shadow watching him the whole time. There is no trust between these two, just a mutual agreement; a fragile alliance. This is what awaited Mark Mania and Delikado on Overdrive, two men with a similar train of thought. Both men planned to carve their names in APW. Shadow wanted to reclaim his past and rise from his own darkness, Azrael Goeren wanted to make APW his own. The tide was rising. For one brief moment these two might actually work as a team. Then afterwards they could be at one another’s throats. Shadow didn’t have to trust him. Hell he didn’t even have to like Goeren. But he did like the plan. It would do, for now. As Shadow sit there in the moments after the meeting ended he couldn’t help but wonder what Azrael’s end game was. No matter what happened Shadow would keep his guard up. No matter what.
Out of nowhere, the chair legs beneath Shadow snapped with a loud crack. His ass plummets as his hands hit the table sending the contents flying every which way. The entire population of the Off Key Tiki Bar turns to him. No one says anything Shadow just sits there, covered in shirmp and suace, on the remains of the broken chair right on the floor. He is not pleased.
“Son of a bitch.”
I need to address this now, because I have received tons of emails and Cindy Shannon has been banging on my locker room door all day. The reason I jumped Delikado last week, despite my numerous challenges to his girlfriend Evan Envi, is because I only remember being kicked in the face. When I was busy beating some respect into Irver Famori’s thick skull, was focused. I never realized those two transvestites had come out and walked down to the ring. I did not realize ANY of this until I watched the Overdrive replay.
I did find it funny that I took out the trash when I launched Irver onto the pile of garbage at ringside. But what I remember was winning the match, having my hand raised then begin kicked in the face. I don’t remember Evan Envi grabbing me in a way that should get him cited for sexual harassment. If I knew then what I knew now, I would have left Delikado to the Sons of the South; instead of that pistol packing hermaphrodite. I thought Gooch and MacBane had what it took to finish him off, I thought wrong.
So I ran ole Deli-bitch down. Cubans are like their Mexican cousins, they can climb and pile themselves into such tight little spaces. I also recall Deilkado saying he hit a kid with a 2x4. He’s wrong that was a midget not a child. Had it been a child, I would have hunted you down, strapped your ass to the wall and given the 2x4 to his parents.
But it was fun chasing you. I kept hearing Jenny in my head screaming “Run Deli Run!” For a little guy you sure know how to haul ass. You definitely have some yellow belly in you Deli, only a coward can run like that. That look of fear in your eyes when you thought I had you cornered in the catering area, it was priceless. I can’t wait to see it again.
So now because of everything that has taken place, people think my focus is on you. Okay. That’s fine. I’ll take a personal interest in you, then when I’m done going through you I’ll do the same to your girlfriend. So Delikado I’ll issue the challenge now, you and me at Christmas Chaos. And if I win, Shadow versus Evan Envi at Survive and Conquer! If I lose, well I won’t lose.
Man that sounds like fun, all I want for Christmas is to raise a little Chaos. And I intend to, starting with your Deli.
But this week we have a strange tag match looming before us. Face and Heel versus a Face and Heel. Not my usual cup of tea but at least Goeren is a tag partner who brings something to the table. A couple of somethings in fact: disrespect, a bad attitude, cheesy hair and a blatant disregard for the rules.
Goeren when we talked this week you said some things. I haven’t changed my mind. I still don’t think you deserve an Overdrive title shot, yes I know call me a hypocrite all you like, but I still earned my place. I just dethroned a paper champion. Back then APW needed people like me to clean house and I enjoyed it and it looks like the more things have changed, the more they’ve stayed the same. As for you demanding a title shot from Mark Mania, piss off. You must be out of your “Go-Ram” mind wanting gold Goeren. I’d sooner swim through boiling garbage than ever “bro hug” a bottom feeding scuz bucket like you. If I didn’t have to work with you this week, I’d take five minutes out of my day to teach you some respect.
Shadow smiles real big behind his trademarked sunglasses.
But hey! Sticks and stones right? We can make this work. We talked about a plan, let’s use it. Hell we talked about several. Would be nice to march into Christmas Chaos with a huge advantage over Delikado. Azrael feels the same way about his upcoming match with Mania. And don’t act like you’ll turn down my challenge Deli, we all know you’re too stupid to run away from a challenge. You’re like Marty McFly, anytime someone calls you chicken you got to puff out your chest and thrown down. Dance puppet dance.
Yeah Pinocchio I’m talking about you. Delikado I figured “The Bawss” had more brains than that. You let Evan Envi lead you around? Maybe I was wrong about him being your bitch and you two are just in a lesbian relationship. Yes, I’m aware you have to be having sex to be in a ‘relationship.’ I stand by my comment.
I also stand by the fact I had the balls to walk right up to Envikado and spit in both their faces simultaneously. Don’t ask me how I learned to do such a redneck act, The Sons of the South have already begged. There are a few things in this world you just can’t teach folks: How to levitate spoons with your mind, spitting simultaneously in two separate directions and the mating rituals of the ever elusive Envikado.
Evan says I think he is a push over. You pitiful bastard I never said or implied that. I said you’re a piece of crap, hermaphrodite, Carmen Rivera’s disease ridden lover, a hack, an under-desk dweller and a bitch. Where did you get push over from that? You’re putting words and my mouth and I’m offended.
Do yourself a favor, take some Q-tips and clean out your damn ears. Push them in deep; we all know that’s what you tell Delikado when he’s fisting you. But back to the point, dig deep with those cotton swabs and make sure you get it all cleaned out. Heaven knows there is no brain in that thick skull so don’t you worry your pompous little head over hurting yourself. That’s my job.
Since I started this lesson in basic hygiene, here’s another: Wash your eyes. That’s right take some good ole fashion Dawn dish detergent and squirt it in your eyes. Act like it’s a “money shot” if it makes you feel more comfortable. I want your eyes wide open and clear when you watch what I do to your stupid little friend tonight on Overdrive. I want you to pay close attention to the sounds of his bones breaking and the pained look on his face. Make sure it burns into the back of your mind like a sweaty Gooch in an Envikado thong.
Because that is just a glimpse of your future Envi. What I do to Delikado tonight is nothing in comparison to the excruciating pain I plan on unleashing when I finally get my hands on you. Delikado hasn’t really earned the colossal ass kicking you volunteered him for.
And that’s a damn shame too. Who the hell are you to be volunteering unsuspecting rubes like Delikado? Throwing your own tag partner to the wolf like that. You’re a dick Evan Envi. Sorry correction; you love dicks Evan Envi.
Mark Mania, your name came up back around Thanksgiving. I said “something about you makes me not want to hit you in the face repeatedly.” Yeah, that feeling is gone now. I’ll be real honest. I think the only thing you had going that night was the fact it was a Holiday and I was being nice. Today isn’t a holiday.
Plus I asked you not to disappoint me. I said I wanted to face a real Overdrive champion. You let me down. Eliminated first in your match; jeez Nick Watson lasted longer than you? That poor butt cowboy had to take on the entire team of pricks all by himself. No wonder you guys didn’t make it into the Battle Royal. I at least eliminated half my competition before my brilliant partner left me to the other shemale of APW.
Which makes me wonder if I can even trust Azrael Goeren. Probably not. But we all know teaming you and Delikado up is like tossing two pissed off wet cats in a burlap sack. There is going to be a fight.
How can you even expect to co-exist with one another? You’re holding something Delikado values more than his relationship with his girlfriend. Hell Mania, when it comes to this match the Overdrive champion is like the blonde girl at a ghetto party. I had her a few times a long time ago. Deli lost her to you and now some young buck is coming to take her away. Only thing is, maybe I deserve that belt more than the whole lot of you. Strike that, there is no maybe about it.
Winning back the Overdrive title would be pretty cool. I bet the crowd would love to see a real Overdrive champion walking around. Delikado was handed the belt and you beat him. Doesn’t say shit about either one of you.
So let me say something, Mark: man up. You’re the Overdrive champion, boy that’s a stretch, but you’re supposed to be Mr. Awesome. You look like idiot out there. Especially when Goeren challenged you for the Overdrive title.
Last time I disapproved of someone being the Overdrive champion, I destroyed him in about six seconds. Think you can make it seven?
Delikado how long do you think you can last? I’m not talking about your match with me, I’m saying how long before your partner turns on you? Envi/Mania, it makes no difference, both will turn and leave you behind. Mania will probably do it first, Evan Envi still has a use for you, I can’t figure out what that is.
*Shadow makes a blowjob motion*
But how long until it all comes toppling down? Don’t think anything of it now, you will in due time. When you see a win slip right between your fingers. Then your partner yells at you, you’ll realize. Finally when they drop you, you’ll be angry...or unconscious. Either way you will get dropped.
But not before I drop your bitch ass. But that comes soon enough. Until then I want you to ponder on the pertinent problems present, Goeren and myself. Think about it, dwell on it, hell fear it. Sure act brave, disregard what I said but you both know you have a deep seeded fear gnawing at your ears. You both have to wonder; where is it going to come from tonight? Will it be Azrael that levels your vain asses, or maybe I will end you; just like I promised. Perhaps you “tag partner” will turn on you. Who can you trust? Can you ever really trust another human being? The answer is no people. Lucky for me, I don’t consider Azrael Goeren to be a human. He’s a mercenary pure and simple. Mercenaries you can trust. What was the AKA? Hired guns, just a nicer word for Mercs. So when you ask yourself what was Johnny Diamond thinking when he booked this match? Diamond Standard, baby. Johnny Diamond knew I was touchy about tag partners, so he found one I could actually see eye to eye with. Well done Diamond. Too bad for you guys. As for Evan Envi, pay attention. You’re next!
