Post by The Xtremist on Aug 11, 2008 3:12:09 GMT -4
Cold….dry….quite…I always love the locker rooms before the show. They remind me of…well me. Ever since this shit started, the change from Xtremist to War priest, I have only one a match. And it was against the Iceman! And of course, when myself and Sabur finally got the title shot we had wanted, I failed. I lost the gold for our team, I underestimated the skills and heart of THK and Iceman.
Tony Blackwell, the former APW Xtreme Champion, sat alone in his locker room. He had requested one to himself via Matt Metal, as Jeff would have said fuck off. The Xtremist has been in a bit of a slump really, losing almost all of his matches since his split from Sex and Violence version X. Frankly, he was tired of it. And now, alone and secluded from the world, he would attempt to refocus on what made him great.
Power…
Tony: My size and experience. I have only used half of it lately. I have been banking on my shear size and strength, trying to muscle my opponents for a three count. And every time I attempt to use a power move, the out maneuver me. I am smarter, better than this. I have been wrestling for a minute, have faced greats like Kenny Lambardo, and my brother Trevor. And I have watched many others brawl in the squared circle, such as my opponent this week Twister. I can no longer win through brute strength, I must use the cunning and ruthlessness that has gotten me here.
The Kaotic Behemoth went through his black duffle bag, trying to find pieces of his past. After searching for only a few seconds, Tony pulled out a set of keys. These keys where not for his house or Mustang, but his bike. It was long forgotten to the large fighter, tossed aside once he won the Xtreme title.
Heart…
Tony: I choose to become a superstar instead of a wrestler, a fighter. As soon as I became a Church of Kaos member, I choose a cool Mustang GT over my bike, a piece of me that has gone through a lot. I feel now that once I cast the vehicle out of my life, I gave up my determination and heart. No longer did I fight for the little brothers around the world, no more did I fight to show that the younger can step out of the older’s shadow. As soon as I walked away from my roots, I became a arrogant prick. And it cost me everything.
A knock was heard at the door, and a voice followed suite.
Emrys: Yo Tony, take a look at the site. Sabur is ending his promo!
The Xtremist sighed and pulled a new laptop out of his back. The gift came via Emrys himself, as he wanted Tony to be more connected to his fans and enemies. The Hardcore Legend went to the APW site and went to a live broadcast.
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Sabur then reaches into his pocket pulling out a flask, and holds it up in the air for the crowd to see. The camera zooms in on the flask to see the letters T. B. engraved on the front.
Sabur: Tony....I found this in the back, and it's chock full of Blackwell Blend Jaeger, and you and me both know the taste of this is second to none.[/b][/i]
Sabur then places it in the center of the ring after taking a swig.
Sabur: I'm going to leave this here for you Tony...maybe this is that thing your missing lately, maybe this here will bring back that killer we all used to love and remember. I don't know about your family, or these fans, but I will take an alcoholic, Jaeger swigging, pissed of Blackwell any day over a sober, lackluster,depressed, no life having, shit stain of a waste we have had lately. As a new friend this is a call of help for Tony Blackwell, this is the plea for the return of the Extremist that we used to love. The war is over, and your are no priest...just a sick twisted, bad ass liquor drinking, body breaking mother fucker. If that son of a bitch wants to show himself, I'll be waiting out here later, ready to do the damn thing by your side.[/i][/b]
Sabur drops the mic then plays to the fans a bit before exiting the arena.
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Tony grinned as the feed stopped. That was it…
Tony: Emrys, call the crews, tell them to re-engage the feed. I’m going out there now.
Emrys grunted in response as the Powerbomb Prince slipped his duster on. He quickly exited the room and headed towards the ring, counting on his friend to get the cameras working…
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The lights dim once more in Pengrowth Saddledome. ‘Killing in the Name of’ by Rage Against the Machine pounds at the sound system like Tony Blackwell on Razor Ryan’s head. The camera’s turn on once more and pan back to the entrance stage to see the former APW Xtreme Champion, ‘The Xtremist’ Tony Blackwell walk onto the stage to the mixed sounds of the crowd. Tony Blackwell raises a fist to the air, and slams it down to the ramp steel, causing flames to erupt from either side of the ramp. Tony Blackwell points out from one side of the arena to the other, and executes the Blackwell pose, The Crucifix. The fans start cheer more for Tony than boo. Tony walks down the ramp to ringside having a mic thrown to him. He makes his way onto the apron, and climbs over the third rope. The heir to the Blackwell legacy slides his leather duster off his body and throws it into the crowd. Afterwards, Tony climbs the turnbuckle and begins to strike the trademark crucifix pose. In mid arm extension he raises his arms, almost striking a very Kenny Lambardo “ I am God” pose. At the last second, he shakes his head and laughs, bringing his arms back down to form the Crucifix. The brawling behemoth climbs off the corner and begins to speak.
Tony: HELLO CANADA!!!
The crowd cheers at this rather cheep, unspecific pop. Tony looked to the center of the ring, where Sabur left his old flask. He picks the item up and looks at it.
Tony: Ah my Yager mix. It has been so long since I last let you touch my lips and go into my belly…I say we let you come back home.
The crowd starts to roar as The Drinking Duke opens the flask and pours the rest of it contents into his mouth. He closes the container and puts it into his pocket, roaring in pleasure at the taste.
Tony: Ladies and Gents your Xtremist is back. No longer will I pussyfoot around and me Mr. Macho Man, no further will I be Big Angry Dude. I will be YOUR champion once more! However, this time I do not stand alone. I now have the best partner a man can ask for, The Irish Hammer Sabur! And later tonight we face the tag team of Austin Daniels and Twister. Two tough singles competitors who together seem to make, on paper, a grueling tag team. But they lack what Alcoholics Anonymous has…singularity. We are both here for one untied purpose. Now, my two opponents can claim the same. But lets face it, the Xtreme title that Twister has will break them. Ace wants the belt, Twister wants to keep it. Of course, that is not the main reason they cant beat us.
Tony goes to a turnbuckle and sits on the top, looking very relaxed for the task at hand.
Tony: Now ill break it down real simple for ya’ll…damn I sound like John Green…anyway. Austin, you are a former Xtreme Champion, a credit to your skill. But you lack the experience needed to beat both Sabur and myself. Sure, you’ve beaten me before…but that means nothing around here. I beat Vin Lambardo once, and he still came out and whopped my ass. The past wins and losses do not matter around here, only the lessons you have learned. And I have learned much since my slump began. I have learned to be humble towards my opponents. I am not perfect, far from it. But I have the heart of a champion, and so does my partner. We may cut promo’s separate, and maybe rarely seen on camera together. But what you don’t see is the hours sparring, watching tapes. We study our opponents before each fight. What do you do? Drink a couple of bruskies with Tropicana Twist in the back? That is no way for a warrior to be. Sure, I like to party and drink. But I get my business done.
The crowds start a “ AA’s gonna whoop your ass” chant to cheer on the fallen champ. The newly renewed former champ looks over the arena, looking actually touched by the fans.
Tony: Twister….a legend in the business. Despite my taunts and utter lack of fear in you rage, I respect you. You have done so much in, and for, this industry. I can even safely say you deserve the Xtreme title. But don’t think for one second that means I will not fight you until my last breath. So many of you legends think I live in Trevor’s shadow, think I will fall just like any other Blackwell. Think again amigo. Even after the recent string of losses, I am still here. It will take more than a Ace and force of nature to stop me. So go ahead, make fun of Sabur’s old tag team and mentor. Hell, keep on telling my partner to come alone. For you see Mr. Tropicana, your words are wasted. We dont care what you think about us out of the ring, or in the ring for that matter. All we care about it that you keep your mouth shut once we pin you and your partner Ace…..[/b]
Tony goes to leave the ring, but stops as he goes near the ropes.
Tony: Oh and don’t get comfortable with that Xtreme title…Im coming after it soon enough.
The cameras slowly cut as the heir to the Blackwell Legend left the ring.
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Tony walked into the backstage area, aiming to go back to his locker room. But as he thought about his words and new vision, a large object appeared in front of him. The object was nor object, but the hulking man known as Sabur.
Sabur: Nice speech out their partner…now can you back anything you said up.
Tony: You know it…partner…come on let’s get ready for our fight…its going to be a long night..
Tony Blackwell, the former APW Xtreme Champion, sat alone in his locker room. He had requested one to himself via Matt Metal, as Jeff would have said fuck off. The Xtremist has been in a bit of a slump really, losing almost all of his matches since his split from Sex and Violence version X. Frankly, he was tired of it. And now, alone and secluded from the world, he would attempt to refocus on what made him great.
Power…
Tony: My size and experience. I have only used half of it lately. I have been banking on my shear size and strength, trying to muscle my opponents for a three count. And every time I attempt to use a power move, the out maneuver me. I am smarter, better than this. I have been wrestling for a minute, have faced greats like Kenny Lambardo, and my brother Trevor. And I have watched many others brawl in the squared circle, such as my opponent this week Twister. I can no longer win through brute strength, I must use the cunning and ruthlessness that has gotten me here.
The Kaotic Behemoth went through his black duffle bag, trying to find pieces of his past. After searching for only a few seconds, Tony pulled out a set of keys. These keys where not for his house or Mustang, but his bike. It was long forgotten to the large fighter, tossed aside once he won the Xtreme title.
Heart…
Tony: I choose to become a superstar instead of a wrestler, a fighter. As soon as I became a Church of Kaos member, I choose a cool Mustang GT over my bike, a piece of me that has gone through a lot. I feel now that once I cast the vehicle out of my life, I gave up my determination and heart. No longer did I fight for the little brothers around the world, no more did I fight to show that the younger can step out of the older’s shadow. As soon as I walked away from my roots, I became a arrogant prick. And it cost me everything.
A knock was heard at the door, and a voice followed suite.
Emrys: Yo Tony, take a look at the site. Sabur is ending his promo!
The Xtremist sighed and pulled a new laptop out of his back. The gift came via Emrys himself, as he wanted Tony to be more connected to his fans and enemies. The Hardcore Legend went to the APW site and went to a live broadcast.
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Sabur then reaches into his pocket pulling out a flask, and holds it up in the air for the crowd to see. The camera zooms in on the flask to see the letters T. B. engraved on the front.
Sabur: Tony....I found this in the back, and it's chock full of Blackwell Blend Jaeger, and you and me both know the taste of this is second to none.[/b][/i]
Sabur then places it in the center of the ring after taking a swig.
Sabur: I'm going to leave this here for you Tony...maybe this is that thing your missing lately, maybe this here will bring back that killer we all used to love and remember. I don't know about your family, or these fans, but I will take an alcoholic, Jaeger swigging, pissed of Blackwell any day over a sober, lackluster,depressed, no life having, shit stain of a waste we have had lately. As a new friend this is a call of help for Tony Blackwell, this is the plea for the return of the Extremist that we used to love. The war is over, and your are no priest...just a sick twisted, bad ass liquor drinking, body breaking mother fucker. If that son of a bitch wants to show himself, I'll be waiting out here later, ready to do the damn thing by your side.[/i][/b]
Sabur drops the mic then plays to the fans a bit before exiting the arena.
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Tony grinned as the feed stopped. That was it…
Tony: Emrys, call the crews, tell them to re-engage the feed. I’m going out there now.
Emrys grunted in response as the Powerbomb Prince slipped his duster on. He quickly exited the room and headed towards the ring, counting on his friend to get the cameras working…
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The lights dim once more in Pengrowth Saddledome. ‘Killing in the Name of’ by Rage Against the Machine pounds at the sound system like Tony Blackwell on Razor Ryan’s head. The camera’s turn on once more and pan back to the entrance stage to see the former APW Xtreme Champion, ‘The Xtremist’ Tony Blackwell walk onto the stage to the mixed sounds of the crowd. Tony Blackwell raises a fist to the air, and slams it down to the ramp steel, causing flames to erupt from either side of the ramp. Tony Blackwell points out from one side of the arena to the other, and executes the Blackwell pose, The Crucifix. The fans start cheer more for Tony than boo. Tony walks down the ramp to ringside having a mic thrown to him. He makes his way onto the apron, and climbs over the third rope. The heir to the Blackwell legacy slides his leather duster off his body and throws it into the crowd. Afterwards, Tony climbs the turnbuckle and begins to strike the trademark crucifix pose. In mid arm extension he raises his arms, almost striking a very Kenny Lambardo “ I am God” pose. At the last second, he shakes his head and laughs, bringing his arms back down to form the Crucifix. The brawling behemoth climbs off the corner and begins to speak.
Tony: HELLO CANADA!!!
The crowd cheers at this rather cheep, unspecific pop. Tony looked to the center of the ring, where Sabur left his old flask. He picks the item up and looks at it.
Tony: Ah my Yager mix. It has been so long since I last let you touch my lips and go into my belly…I say we let you come back home.
The crowd starts to roar as The Drinking Duke opens the flask and pours the rest of it contents into his mouth. He closes the container and puts it into his pocket, roaring in pleasure at the taste.
Tony: Ladies and Gents your Xtremist is back. No longer will I pussyfoot around and me Mr. Macho Man, no further will I be Big Angry Dude. I will be YOUR champion once more! However, this time I do not stand alone. I now have the best partner a man can ask for, The Irish Hammer Sabur! And later tonight we face the tag team of Austin Daniels and Twister. Two tough singles competitors who together seem to make, on paper, a grueling tag team. But they lack what Alcoholics Anonymous has…singularity. We are both here for one untied purpose. Now, my two opponents can claim the same. But lets face it, the Xtreme title that Twister has will break them. Ace wants the belt, Twister wants to keep it. Of course, that is not the main reason they cant beat us.
Tony goes to a turnbuckle and sits on the top, looking very relaxed for the task at hand.
Tony: Now ill break it down real simple for ya’ll…damn I sound like John Green…anyway. Austin, you are a former Xtreme Champion, a credit to your skill. But you lack the experience needed to beat both Sabur and myself. Sure, you’ve beaten me before…but that means nothing around here. I beat Vin Lambardo once, and he still came out and whopped my ass. The past wins and losses do not matter around here, only the lessons you have learned. And I have learned much since my slump began. I have learned to be humble towards my opponents. I am not perfect, far from it. But I have the heart of a champion, and so does my partner. We may cut promo’s separate, and maybe rarely seen on camera together. But what you don’t see is the hours sparring, watching tapes. We study our opponents before each fight. What do you do? Drink a couple of bruskies with Tropicana Twist in the back? That is no way for a warrior to be. Sure, I like to party and drink. But I get my business done.
The crowds start a “ AA’s gonna whoop your ass” chant to cheer on the fallen champ. The newly renewed former champ looks over the arena, looking actually touched by the fans.
Tony: Twister….a legend in the business. Despite my taunts and utter lack of fear in you rage, I respect you. You have done so much in, and for, this industry. I can even safely say you deserve the Xtreme title. But don’t think for one second that means I will not fight you until my last breath. So many of you legends think I live in Trevor’s shadow, think I will fall just like any other Blackwell. Think again amigo. Even after the recent string of losses, I am still here. It will take more than a Ace and force of nature to stop me. So go ahead, make fun of Sabur’s old tag team and mentor. Hell, keep on telling my partner to come alone. For you see Mr. Tropicana, your words are wasted. We dont care what you think about us out of the ring, or in the ring for that matter. All we care about it that you keep your mouth shut once we pin you and your partner Ace…..[/b]
Tony goes to leave the ring, but stops as he goes near the ropes.
Tony: Oh and don’t get comfortable with that Xtreme title…Im coming after it soon enough.
The cameras slowly cut as the heir to the Blackwell Legend left the ring.
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Tony walked into the backstage area, aiming to go back to his locker room. But as he thought about his words and new vision, a large object appeared in front of him. The object was nor object, but the hulking man known as Sabur.
Sabur: Nice speech out their partner…now can you back anything you said up.
Tony: You know it…partner…come on let’s get ready for our fight…its going to be a long night..
