Post by Twister on Dec 7, 2008 23:45:48 GMT -4
Yeah its been a fun ride... (extended pause) Another week, another match, we'll be alright dont worry... Yep give Hunter a hug and kiss for me k? ... Right, Bye.
Twister closes his cell and shoves it in the pocket of his faded blue jeans as he opens the doors to the Wachovia Center. A tech meets the champ almost immediately.
Wow - back already, and its not even match night yet.
What?
You've been around a lot this week.
Well so is our job. What the hells your problem?
Ah nothing... Just stalling til promo time.
Are you kidding me?
No, you needed something for filler didnt you?
Twister stares towards the camera and shrugs before pushing past the tech and heads into the change room hall way. He continues down the hallway until stopping at a specific door. He thinks about knocking then shrugs again and with his trademark smirk shoves the door open just in time to see Lively's leg smacking his mother across the mush. The whore of APW collapses to the floor as Mike recomposes himself and looks over at Twister.
Should I even ask?
Probably not... Promo time?
Well I am supposed to make an in ring apperance, yeah ya may as well come down too.
The JESUS will make it an apperance to remember.
This i believe.
Lively steps over his mother and the pair walk out into the hallway and down towards the ring side area.
Acts of God eh?
Well better than Holy Storm.
Marginally. You must have been awfully confident in the name, I mean you even got it sprayed on the ass of your pants.
Its fantastic, the Acts of God... Whats more an act of god than the JESUS!
... I suppose one could make the case that natural disasters are an act of god as well...
Err... Yes hence the name... I... totally... thought of that.
Yeah I bet it wasnt just another way for you to self promote yourself.
Of course not, the JESUS needs no self promotion! Hey what were you doing staring at my ass?
I didnt, it is all you were talking about earlier, your new pants and everything on em remember. Dude make the fans out there happy, hit the tunes would ya?
Fans, you know its not show day right.
Yeah I know, but theres always fans in these arenas, I dont quite understand it myself either.
But...
Just shut up and lets go.
Twister motions towards a techy sitting near the sound and lights board just behind the curtain area as our camera view switches to the arena level, and sure enough there are thousands of people surrounding the floor. Funny that... Guess this would be boring if they werent here. The lights dim as BOOM by POD hits the speakers. Twister makes his way out onto the stage and holds his title belt in the air to the public as a voice yells out from behind him.
Woh woh woh... Screw that, cut the music off, cut it.
Michael Lively makes his way onto the stage as the music dies.
No Im not coming out here to your music, you wouldn't do it to mine, im not doing it to yours, suck it up.
So what the hell are we supposed to do for an entrance?
The duo look at eachother blankly momentarily before shrugging. Twister pulls a second mic out of his pocket and backs away from Lively some.
So this week, the fastest rising team in APW history will once again grace the ring with our holy presence.
Enough with the holy mumbo jumbo.
This coming from the Jesus?
Lively stirs and nods.
Whatever, that doesnt matter, Monday night APW will first hand witness acts of god when Twister and the JESUS step into that ring against the all americans.
The winless All Americans that is. A team who couldnt even beat Hardcore Ice last week. They say to properly understand the mindset of a pretty boy you have to talk to one straight up. Thankfully Mike here is going to give us his insight.
What are you implying.
Thats not important... So tell us JESUS if you were forced to step in the ring against a team like us, what would you do?
Are you calling me a pretty boy?
Exactly... You'd lose your focus... You'd fall flat on your face, and you would get it served to you. We dont need fancy shit to combat you Americans for you are just like your country, broke, clueless, and too self absorbed to see that which is better than you.
This draws a mixed reaction from the crowd as even Lively looks briefly surprised at the last comment.
Hey Im just calling it like I see it, you dont like it... DEAL WITH IT!
All Americans, its time for you to face your final judgement... Time for you to come face to face with the JESUS. Come on, you couldnt beat Iceman last week... Iceman... Does anyone even remember the last person he pinned?
His own partner turned his back on him... Why because of a failure to perform. He couldnt hold his own against real competition, and you two couldnt even out do that. Whats that say about your chances going into Overdrive?
It means your record will stay perfect. 0-2 after you get steam rolled by the hottest shit going.
You like rollin pretty boys eh?
Lively looks flustered as Twister laughs to himself.
Now now, lets leave the power bottom to his thoughts there. All Americans, you represent everything that is wrong with the world today right down to your team name. The only thing you both have ever had going for you was your looks, but that wont buy you much in these parts, now, now you have to come out here and use your ability, something yet to be proven if you have or not. Just think too as you prepare for this match, if the country after which you name yourselves can faulter, self invoked faultering I may add, how are two small minded, true power bottoms supposed to be able to survive true acts of god. Monday night, All Americans will fear Twisters Rage.
Twister tosses his mic down towards a techy by the stage as BOOM hits the speakers and Twister makes his way inside the curtain and back into the backstage area, Lively still looking stunned.
The cameras switch back to Twister backstage and sees Lively running to catch up to the natural disaster at the beginning of the dressing room area.
The hell was that?
What?
You called me a Power bottom infront of the public.
Yep.
Now I would never do anything like that to you.
Really.
Really!
You know those cameras that are always around us do link us directly to the public right?
But.
I rest my case. Besides give it up, you gotta like the plug i gave the acts of god at the end there.
Yeah that was pretty good.
We really going with that?
For now, you got somethin better?
Fair enough. Besides I'd hate to make you buy a new pair of pants.
Yeah these beauties aint cheap.
Yeah... Beauties.
Better than wearing jeans all the time.
To each their own I suppose. Kinda makes you look like a fag. I mean tights? Really?
Hey! I... But!
Ok peter lets just get back to the locker room and get our game plan together for this week.
Twister pushes into a near by locker room as Lively looks annoyed before heading in also.
Twister closes his cell and shoves it in the pocket of his faded blue jeans as he opens the doors to the Wachovia Center. A tech meets the champ almost immediately.
Wow - back already, and its not even match night yet.
What?
You've been around a lot this week.
Well so is our job. What the hells your problem?
Ah nothing... Just stalling til promo time.
Are you kidding me?
No, you needed something for filler didnt you?
Twister stares towards the camera and shrugs before pushing past the tech and heads into the change room hall way. He continues down the hallway until stopping at a specific door. He thinks about knocking then shrugs again and with his trademark smirk shoves the door open just in time to see Lively's leg smacking his mother across the mush. The whore of APW collapses to the floor as Mike recomposes himself and looks over at Twister.
Should I even ask?
Probably not... Promo time?
Well I am supposed to make an in ring apperance, yeah ya may as well come down too.
The JESUS will make it an apperance to remember.
This i believe.
Lively steps over his mother and the pair walk out into the hallway and down towards the ring side area.
Acts of God eh?
Well better than Holy Storm.
Marginally. You must have been awfully confident in the name, I mean you even got it sprayed on the ass of your pants.
Its fantastic, the Acts of God... Whats more an act of god than the JESUS!
... I suppose one could make the case that natural disasters are an act of god as well...
Err... Yes hence the name... I... totally... thought of that.
Yeah I bet it wasnt just another way for you to self promote yourself.
Of course not, the JESUS needs no self promotion! Hey what were you doing staring at my ass?
I didnt, it is all you were talking about earlier, your new pants and everything on em remember. Dude make the fans out there happy, hit the tunes would ya?
Fans, you know its not show day right.
Yeah I know, but theres always fans in these arenas, I dont quite understand it myself either.
But...
Just shut up and lets go.
Twister motions towards a techy sitting near the sound and lights board just behind the curtain area as our camera view switches to the arena level, and sure enough there are thousands of people surrounding the floor. Funny that... Guess this would be boring if they werent here. The lights dim as BOOM by POD hits the speakers. Twister makes his way out onto the stage and holds his title belt in the air to the public as a voice yells out from behind him.
Woh woh woh... Screw that, cut the music off, cut it.
Michael Lively makes his way onto the stage as the music dies.
No Im not coming out here to your music, you wouldn't do it to mine, im not doing it to yours, suck it up.
So what the hell are we supposed to do for an entrance?
The duo look at eachother blankly momentarily before shrugging. Twister pulls a second mic out of his pocket and backs away from Lively some.
So this week, the fastest rising team in APW history will once again grace the ring with our holy presence.
Enough with the holy mumbo jumbo.
This coming from the Jesus?
Lively stirs and nods.
Whatever, that doesnt matter, Monday night APW will first hand witness acts of god when Twister and the JESUS step into that ring against the all americans.
The winless All Americans that is. A team who couldnt even beat Hardcore Ice last week. They say to properly understand the mindset of a pretty boy you have to talk to one straight up. Thankfully Mike here is going to give us his insight.
What are you implying.
Thats not important... So tell us JESUS if you were forced to step in the ring against a team like us, what would you do?
Are you calling me a pretty boy?
Exactly... You'd lose your focus... You'd fall flat on your face, and you would get it served to you. We dont need fancy shit to combat you Americans for you are just like your country, broke, clueless, and too self absorbed to see that which is better than you.
This draws a mixed reaction from the crowd as even Lively looks briefly surprised at the last comment.
Hey Im just calling it like I see it, you dont like it... DEAL WITH IT!
All Americans, its time for you to face your final judgement... Time for you to come face to face with the JESUS. Come on, you couldnt beat Iceman last week... Iceman... Does anyone even remember the last person he pinned?
His own partner turned his back on him... Why because of a failure to perform. He couldnt hold his own against real competition, and you two couldnt even out do that. Whats that say about your chances going into Overdrive?
It means your record will stay perfect. 0-2 after you get steam rolled by the hottest shit going.
You like rollin pretty boys eh?
Lively looks flustered as Twister laughs to himself.
Now now, lets leave the power bottom to his thoughts there. All Americans, you represent everything that is wrong with the world today right down to your team name. The only thing you both have ever had going for you was your looks, but that wont buy you much in these parts, now, now you have to come out here and use your ability, something yet to be proven if you have or not. Just think too as you prepare for this match, if the country after which you name yourselves can faulter, self invoked faultering I may add, how are two small minded, true power bottoms supposed to be able to survive true acts of god. Monday night, All Americans will fear Twisters Rage.
Twister tosses his mic down towards a techy by the stage as BOOM hits the speakers and Twister makes his way inside the curtain and back into the backstage area, Lively still looking stunned.
The cameras switch back to Twister backstage and sees Lively running to catch up to the natural disaster at the beginning of the dressing room area.
The hell was that?
What?
You called me a Power bottom infront of the public.
Yep.
Now I would never do anything like that to you.
Really.
Really!
You know those cameras that are always around us do link us directly to the public right?
But.
I rest my case. Besides give it up, you gotta like the plug i gave the acts of god at the end there.
Yeah that was pretty good.
We really going with that?
For now, you got somethin better?
Fair enough. Besides I'd hate to make you buy a new pair of pants.
Yeah these beauties aint cheap.
Yeah... Beauties.
Better than wearing jeans all the time.
To each their own I suppose. Kinda makes you look like a fag. I mean tights? Really?
Hey! I... But!
Ok peter lets just get back to the locker room and get our game plan together for this week.
Twister pushes into a near by locker room as Lively looks annoyed before heading in also.
