Post by Twister on Aug 10, 2008 17:11:40 GMT -4
Yeah man, first successful extreme title defense in quite some time right... I know... Nothing's more fun than crashing through your favorite arena. Hometown fans screaming your name and ohh those amazing mini donuts. I stole a bag after the show... I love those things... So what if it is illegal... Ah no one gonna give me slack in my home town now here in Calgary... Oh man... They don't like me as much. Maybe its cause everywhere I go in Canada I feel obligated to show off some home grown clothing... They apparently dont like Winnipeg... I dont know... You know just cause its Canada doesnt mean we all like each other... Alright I'm almost at the arena I'll catch up with ya later man... Yeah... Cheers.
As you no doubt already gathered we are in car with Twister. He adorns a Blue Bombers Gold replica jersey... What they're a crap team but its still a pimp jersey. And Black track pants, just to change things up a bit. He wears his trademark sunglasses and a gold chain around his neck. The Extreme Championship sits on his shoulder as he hops out of the car. The camera backs off and shows him stepping out into the arena parkade. Twister smirks and walks towards the entrance. Inside we can hear the dull roars coming from a local house show. It seems as though it is a WWE house show
Can you say that here... too bad and Im about to make em look hella bad too! Twister sees a card posted in the hall way and checks it out... He sees the match that should be on around this time is to be Chuck Palumbo against Jamie Noble... Are they still feuding? Oh no Jamie's getting his ass kicked cause of some other hot chick now right... AH WELL! Twister smirks again and heads towards the entrance way as a techy tries to stop him.
HEY! You cant go in there...
The hell I cant... You see this belt...
Yeah but it doesnt matter, your not on the card.
Do you even know who I am.
It doesnt matter I know your not Chuck or Jamie cause their both already out there.
Actually dummy, I AM Chuck... so who the hell'd you let in that ring.
Oh shit! I dunno... Um... Ok well... I guess you can go then.
Twister rolls his eyes and dashes into the mess of curtains mumbling to himself.
What an idiot... Fuck this is why we are so much superior to these guys... The fans will appreciate some real talent.
Twister reaches the final curtain and bounces out onto the stage and looks around. The crowd is relatively full and sure enough there in the ring is Chuck Palumbo holding Jamie Noble in a head lock. Twister shakes his head and begins down the ramp way. The fans finally see him and begin to cheer. Both Jamie and Chuck are confused as to why anyone would cheer them so they begin looking around and see Twister heading down the ramp. The both slump into themselves and brace themselves as Twister hits the ring. Chuck tries for a big boot but Twister ducks down and takes out Chucks other leg with a sit down drop kick. Twister rolls to his feet and catches Noble coming in with a spine buster slam. Chuck gets to his feet and tries to clothesline the champion but Twister ducks underneath and hoists Chuck onto his shoulders before nailing him with the Fury of the Wind (on overdrive known as the Twister Bomb - in laymans terms a FU) right onto the laid out body of Noble. Both men roll out of the ring as Twister looks on in disgust. The fans break into a chant of APW as Twister slides out of the ring. He walks over to the ring table and sees the lovely Lillian Garcia... Not as hot as Cindy but still I'd do her. Twister softly rubs the side of her face before grabbing a microphone off the table and sliding back into the ring. Twister absorbs the APW love before bringing the mic to his lips.
Yeah I heard a few groans from you guys out there when you saw the greatest athlete in the building walking out in a Blue Bombers jersey... but, ya know someone has to win in this jersey this year... It may as well be the Twist!
A chant of Bombers suck rolls through the arena.
Yeah... ya know they might... But, at least I dont have to wear a jersey that looks pink... Seriously have you guys ever seen yourselves in HD... No... You can't afford that yet... Oh well my apologies... Well check it out, seriously even Henry Burris looks like a fag when his jersey shows up pink.
Some boos rain through the arena, but really... Pink!
Seriously though, i couldnt help but come out here and cut myself a little promo hyping the true talent in the sports entertainment world... Tomorrow night you see, Calgary, Alberta, Canada will witness, for the first time ever Action Packed Wrestling. Don't even try to tell me your not excited... I know you are, hell even I'm excited, not so much to be here, but to be able to once again team with my good friend Ace against the dynamic duo of the Man Cow named after a sword Sabur... And the second most extreme man in APW with an unfortunate last name Tony Blackwell.
Twister scouts the crowd as a mixed reaction comes for both men.
Sabur, I dont really know you all that well... Except you see to be struggling in the tag team division. I mean first you teamed with Razor Ryan... shit did you guys even win a match? Maybe ya did maybe not, I dont care I'm makin a point here moo man. Seriously though, a specimin like yourself? No ones more built up, or stronger, or has a detachable little dick! How's it feel to rake up L after L after damn L. Do you like spending that much time on your back man, cause if you do I know a certain someone who just feigned her own death who loves riding animals.
(Did I mention Im glad Steel got brought back in so I could get back to those jokes)
Now Sabur your teamed up with Tony Blackwell... a man whose made himself famous for the very belt I hold on my shoulder. The kid brother of the King of Hardcore... The man living in the shadow of the Career Killer. The man who on his own has accomplished nothing. He looked to his family for help and got no where, so when push came to shove he did what any blackwell would do... He reached for a cok! He found himself a God... Just one other person for him to hide behind... But it caught up to him... Pressure came, and he fell into nothingness. Disappeared almost. Hmm... Maybe its just you man cow... Maybe ya scare people away. Maybe you make them disappear. Don't feel bad though Sabur, I know, at least this time, its not your fault your team isn't even good enough to beat Icepick and the steroid laced 123 kid. No see its that you teamed with a Blackwell. Haven't you noticed... They get to the big time... They get their shot at glory and what do they do with it... Tell me Sabur, what do they do... Haven't ya noticed... You probably haven't... thats because its NOTHING! They choke, they gag, they stumble, once in a while they show up and then time, and time again... They fall.
Some fans cheer, some boo, some just don't know what to do.
It seems appropriate that we're here in cow town...
There's a pop... Im not sure why they're so proud of it... but whatever.
Because tomorrow night Ace and the Natural Disaster are going to take a cow to slaughter. Sabur... The hammered Irish man... What Irish man isn't... I feel bad for you... Allowing yourself to waste so much space... Being allergic to success. No matter what you've put yourself through though, nothing will leave you as disheartened as feeling the fury of the wind. Its just basic math kid... Two star quality athletes will always prevail over one man and a Blackwell. Shit, you'd be better off coming alone. Your odds actually improve.
Twister smirks as the crowd still wants to cheer him but with the jersey feel morally opposed to doing so.
Tony... Your going to suffer because of what your brother started. You guys fancy yourselves an elite tag team. You think your extreme. Your nothing. Accept it. Trevor did, why do you think he left. Only shame is I couldnt put him away once and for all myself! I will you though. Tony, your looking at the true King of Extreme. Your looking at one half of the most electric team in the APW. Your looking at a winner. All of those things, if for no reason other than name sake, you will never be. So you go... You can fuck twisters rage hell we're in Calgary, you can more less fuck what ever you want.
Twister smirks as a chorus of boos rain down over the Winnipeg native.
Monday night though, I WILL make you respect it... You say Fuck Twister's Rage... I say FUCK YOU! Deal with it!
Twister flips the mic towards Lillian with a smirk before sliding out of the ring and eventually out of the arena area. Remember it was a WWE house show Twister invaded hence the lack of music and fan fare. Probably hence the attitude too... Meh. End RP!
As you no doubt already gathered we are in car with Twister. He adorns a Blue Bombers Gold replica jersey... What they're a crap team but its still a pimp jersey. And Black track pants, just to change things up a bit. He wears his trademark sunglasses and a gold chain around his neck. The Extreme Championship sits on his shoulder as he hops out of the car. The camera backs off and shows him stepping out into the arena parkade. Twister smirks and walks towards the entrance. Inside we can hear the dull roars coming from a local house show. It seems as though it is a WWE house show
Can you say that here... too bad and Im about to make em look hella bad too! Twister sees a card posted in the hall way and checks it out... He sees the match that should be on around this time is to be Chuck Palumbo against Jamie Noble... Are they still feuding? Oh no Jamie's getting his ass kicked cause of some other hot chick now right... AH WELL! Twister smirks again and heads towards the entrance way as a techy tries to stop him.HEY! You cant go in there...
The hell I cant... You see this belt...
Yeah but it doesnt matter, your not on the card.
Do you even know who I am.
It doesnt matter I know your not Chuck or Jamie cause their both already out there.
Actually dummy, I AM Chuck... so who the hell'd you let in that ring.
Oh shit! I dunno... Um... Ok well... I guess you can go then.
Twister rolls his eyes and dashes into the mess of curtains mumbling to himself.
What an idiot... Fuck this is why we are so much superior to these guys... The fans will appreciate some real talent.
Twister reaches the final curtain and bounces out onto the stage and looks around. The crowd is relatively full and sure enough there in the ring is Chuck Palumbo holding Jamie Noble in a head lock. Twister shakes his head and begins down the ramp way. The fans finally see him and begin to cheer. Both Jamie and Chuck are confused as to why anyone would cheer them so they begin looking around and see Twister heading down the ramp. The both slump into themselves and brace themselves as Twister hits the ring. Chuck tries for a big boot but Twister ducks down and takes out Chucks other leg with a sit down drop kick. Twister rolls to his feet and catches Noble coming in with a spine buster slam. Chuck gets to his feet and tries to clothesline the champion but Twister ducks underneath and hoists Chuck onto his shoulders before nailing him with the Fury of the Wind (on overdrive known as the Twister Bomb - in laymans terms a FU) right onto the laid out body of Noble. Both men roll out of the ring as Twister looks on in disgust. The fans break into a chant of APW as Twister slides out of the ring. He walks over to the ring table and sees the lovely Lillian Garcia... Not as hot as Cindy but still I'd do her. Twister softly rubs the side of her face before grabbing a microphone off the table and sliding back into the ring. Twister absorbs the APW love before bringing the mic to his lips.
Yeah I heard a few groans from you guys out there when you saw the greatest athlete in the building walking out in a Blue Bombers jersey... but, ya know someone has to win in this jersey this year... It may as well be the Twist!
A chant of Bombers suck rolls through the arena.
Yeah... ya know they might... But, at least I dont have to wear a jersey that looks pink... Seriously have you guys ever seen yourselves in HD... No... You can't afford that yet... Oh well my apologies... Well check it out, seriously even Henry Burris looks like a fag when his jersey shows up pink.
Some boos rain through the arena, but really... Pink!
Seriously though, i couldnt help but come out here and cut myself a little promo hyping the true talent in the sports entertainment world... Tomorrow night you see, Calgary, Alberta, Canada will witness, for the first time ever Action Packed Wrestling. Don't even try to tell me your not excited... I know you are, hell even I'm excited, not so much to be here, but to be able to once again team with my good friend Ace against the dynamic duo of the Man Cow named after a sword Sabur... And the second most extreme man in APW with an unfortunate last name Tony Blackwell.
Twister scouts the crowd as a mixed reaction comes for both men.
Sabur, I dont really know you all that well... Except you see to be struggling in the tag team division. I mean first you teamed with Razor Ryan... shit did you guys even win a match? Maybe ya did maybe not, I dont care I'm makin a point here moo man. Seriously though, a specimin like yourself? No ones more built up, or stronger, or has a detachable little dick! How's it feel to rake up L after L after damn L. Do you like spending that much time on your back man, cause if you do I know a certain someone who just feigned her own death who loves riding animals.
(Did I mention Im glad Steel got brought back in so I could get back to those jokes)
Now Sabur your teamed up with Tony Blackwell... a man whose made himself famous for the very belt I hold on my shoulder. The kid brother of the King of Hardcore... The man living in the shadow of the Career Killer. The man who on his own has accomplished nothing. He looked to his family for help and got no where, so when push came to shove he did what any blackwell would do... He reached for a cok! He found himself a God... Just one other person for him to hide behind... But it caught up to him... Pressure came, and he fell into nothingness. Disappeared almost. Hmm... Maybe its just you man cow... Maybe ya scare people away. Maybe you make them disappear. Don't feel bad though Sabur, I know, at least this time, its not your fault your team isn't even good enough to beat Icepick and the steroid laced 123 kid. No see its that you teamed with a Blackwell. Haven't you noticed... They get to the big time... They get their shot at glory and what do they do with it... Tell me Sabur, what do they do... Haven't ya noticed... You probably haven't... thats because its NOTHING! They choke, they gag, they stumble, once in a while they show up and then time, and time again... They fall.
Some fans cheer, some boo, some just don't know what to do.
It seems appropriate that we're here in cow town...
There's a pop... Im not sure why they're so proud of it... but whatever.
Because tomorrow night Ace and the Natural Disaster are going to take a cow to slaughter. Sabur... The hammered Irish man... What Irish man isn't... I feel bad for you... Allowing yourself to waste so much space... Being allergic to success. No matter what you've put yourself through though, nothing will leave you as disheartened as feeling the fury of the wind. Its just basic math kid... Two star quality athletes will always prevail over one man and a Blackwell. Shit, you'd be better off coming alone. Your odds actually improve.
Twister smirks as the crowd still wants to cheer him but with the jersey feel morally opposed to doing so.
Tony... Your going to suffer because of what your brother started. You guys fancy yourselves an elite tag team. You think your extreme. Your nothing. Accept it. Trevor did, why do you think he left. Only shame is I couldnt put him away once and for all myself! I will you though. Tony, your looking at the true King of Extreme. Your looking at one half of the most electric team in the APW. Your looking at a winner. All of those things, if for no reason other than name sake, you will never be. So you go... You can fuck twisters rage hell we're in Calgary, you can more less fuck what ever you want.
Twister smirks as a chorus of boos rain down over the Winnipeg native.
Monday night though, I WILL make you respect it... You say Fuck Twister's Rage... I say FUCK YOU! Deal with it!
Twister flips the mic towards Lillian with a smirk before sliding out of the ring and eventually out of the arena area. Remember it was a WWE house show Twister invaded hence the lack of music and fan fare. Probably hence the attitude too... Meh. End RP!
