Post by The Xtremist on Jun 16, 2008 0:38:27 GMT -4
Tony sat at the bar, absorbing the atmosphere and music of this quaint establishment in Little Rock, Arkansas. The Xtreme Champion of APW was in a black suit, looking sharp and dignified against the down south relaxation. He looked at his watch and sighed, his guest late. Tony motioned for the bartender to come over.
Tony: A coke please. I am waiting for some….friends….and don’t want to get drunk before they arrived.
The bartender nodded and went to get the hardcore soldier his beverage. The door to the place opened, and in came one of Tony’s tag team partners. He was the Irish Hammer, Sabur. Sabur saw Tony immediately and went to the seat next to him.
Sabur: I got your call. What do you want?
Sabur spoke with a serious tone, something rarely heard of the man cow. It was a very obvious that Tony and Sabur did not have a great history. Off jump Tony did not take the other big man of APW seriously, he thought he was a joke. It took a hard fought tag loss to make The Xtreme Champion even respect the man before him. Now, for the second time in APW, Tony Blackwell had to team with his former ally Sabur.
Tony: Sabur, I called you here to make sure of a couple of things. I need to be sure you got my back at Overdrive. You and me have never seen eye to eye but we have one thing in common. Both of us had to drop our baggage to get ahead in APW. I had to drop Sex and Violence Rev X to stay alive. Kenny and his crew were tearing into Trevor and the rest of us. And once my brother was hurt, I had to make a decision. Fight and lose what I had fought for, or join the most dominant force in sports entertainment history and rule. Just recently you dropped your partner, Razor Ryan. Now you to can leave your past and become a champion. Start this Monday, help me beat Ace, Brander and Phate.
Sabur went the answer, but was cut off by a single person clapping their hands. Both men turned to see none other than their partner for the six man tag, former APW World Heavyweight Champion John Green.
John: Nice little speech there. It really hit my hear there.
John sat on the other side of Tony. The bartender came back to see the two other men, and felt it was time for him to go take a rest room break.
Tony: Nice to see you to John. Still sore from your match? Sorry about the Full Throttle but I don’t take kindly to cowards wanting what’s not rightfully theirs. [/b]
Green and Tony both stood up and stood nose to nose. These two men, partners for Overdrive, would face each other at Test For The Best for the APW Xtreme Title. The rules as of now where uncertain, but no matter the terms it would be bloody. They nodded to each other and sat down, and Tony continued to speak.
Tony: Alrighty then. I brought you both here tonight to make sure I wasn’t walking into a handicap match again. I will hold my own, I expect you both to do the same.
Sabur and John looked at each other, then to Tony. The nodded reluctantly, each wanting to tear into another one of the team. Tony stood up and threw money onto the bar counter. He exited, giving the middle finger to his teammates as he left.
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Tony stepped from his Limo as it came to a stop at the Alltell Arena. Waiting for him was a casually dressed man, about six feet in height.
Steve: What’s new Tony! Man it’s been years since we last spoke. Thanks for getting me out here, I am a big fan of APW.
The War Priest of Kaos walked over to his old friend, Steve and gave him a pound.
Tony: Its good to see you bro. You still working security at that bank? I remember you got that job way back in the day. Never mind about that, come with me. I need to get my shit in a locker and check into the hotel. Follow me
Both men went through the building and to the Church of Kaos locker room. The driver of the car brought both sets of bags in and set them down at the door. Tony and Steve brought there shit into the locker area and sat down, deciding to relax for a bit before they headed out.
Steve: So, you gonna win this tomorrow? I heard you going up against some stiff competition.
Tony glared.
Tony: Steve, I am confident I can win this. Sure, my luck is not all that great in tag team combat. But I am the Xtreme Champion for a reason. I don’t rely on luck, just skill and tenacity. Brander is a nobody, just started here in APW. He has a bit of talent but doesn’t know how to use it, how to be both a warrior and politician in the business. He will get no farther in the tournament, and will barely be able to walk after tomorrow. As for Daniels….well he owes me. Without my interference he would not be on the team he is now, and defiantly would not be still in the Test For The Best tournament. An ace he is not, barely a joker he can aspire. His win last week was a fluke, he will not get lucky again. I know how to fight him this time, nothing will surprise me. And lastly Mr. Phate…. He is the true threat here. His is the most talented of the three men. I have never faced him before, and can only respect what he ahs done so far.
Steve looked to the ground and moved his foot.
Steve: Well, I am sure you got the edge over your opponents. But what about your teammates. I mean, you used to hate Sabur, and you just screwed John Green out of a title shot! This match doesn’t have any negatives to losing, other than a number added to a column. Green will be out for blood, you can count on it.
Tony: Let that coward come for my blood. He will decimated by my strength. He deserves nothing for his acts. He did not one thing to prepare for his match back at Rasslemania 4. Let him call for blood, I will be more than happy to force feed him his own.
The Xtreme Champion stood up. He put most of his equipment into a locker, keeping only a change of clothes with him. The Brawling Behemoth turned to his pal, and flashed a cocky Kaotic grin.
Tony: Don’t worry bout me pal. Just enjoy the show alright? Go to sleep and ill see you before the show.
Tony patted his companion on the shoulder as left the locker room. Steve followed his now famous friend, hoping to catch a glimpse of one of the women around here.
Tony: A coke please. I am waiting for some….friends….and don’t want to get drunk before they arrived.
The bartender nodded and went to get the hardcore soldier his beverage. The door to the place opened, and in came one of Tony’s tag team partners. He was the Irish Hammer, Sabur. Sabur saw Tony immediately and went to the seat next to him.
Sabur: I got your call. What do you want?
Sabur spoke with a serious tone, something rarely heard of the man cow. It was a very obvious that Tony and Sabur did not have a great history. Off jump Tony did not take the other big man of APW seriously, he thought he was a joke. It took a hard fought tag loss to make The Xtreme Champion even respect the man before him. Now, for the second time in APW, Tony Blackwell had to team with his former ally Sabur.
Tony: Sabur, I called you here to make sure of a couple of things. I need to be sure you got my back at Overdrive. You and me have never seen eye to eye but we have one thing in common. Both of us had to drop our baggage to get ahead in APW. I had to drop Sex and Violence Rev X to stay alive. Kenny and his crew were tearing into Trevor and the rest of us. And once my brother was hurt, I had to make a decision. Fight and lose what I had fought for, or join the most dominant force in sports entertainment history and rule. Just recently you dropped your partner, Razor Ryan. Now you to can leave your past and become a champion. Start this Monday, help me beat Ace, Brander and Phate.
Sabur went the answer, but was cut off by a single person clapping their hands. Both men turned to see none other than their partner for the six man tag, former APW World Heavyweight Champion John Green.
John: Nice little speech there. It really hit my hear there.
John sat on the other side of Tony. The bartender came back to see the two other men, and felt it was time for him to go take a rest room break.
Tony: Nice to see you to John. Still sore from your match? Sorry about the Full Throttle but I don’t take kindly to cowards wanting what’s not rightfully theirs. [/b]
Green and Tony both stood up and stood nose to nose. These two men, partners for Overdrive, would face each other at Test For The Best for the APW Xtreme Title. The rules as of now where uncertain, but no matter the terms it would be bloody. They nodded to each other and sat down, and Tony continued to speak.
Tony: Alrighty then. I brought you both here tonight to make sure I wasn’t walking into a handicap match again. I will hold my own, I expect you both to do the same.
Sabur and John looked at each other, then to Tony. The nodded reluctantly, each wanting to tear into another one of the team. Tony stood up and threw money onto the bar counter. He exited, giving the middle finger to his teammates as he left.
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Tony stepped from his Limo as it came to a stop at the Alltell Arena. Waiting for him was a casually dressed man, about six feet in height.
Steve: What’s new Tony! Man it’s been years since we last spoke. Thanks for getting me out here, I am a big fan of APW.
The War Priest of Kaos walked over to his old friend, Steve and gave him a pound.
Tony: Its good to see you bro. You still working security at that bank? I remember you got that job way back in the day. Never mind about that, come with me. I need to get my shit in a locker and check into the hotel. Follow me
Both men went through the building and to the Church of Kaos locker room. The driver of the car brought both sets of bags in and set them down at the door. Tony and Steve brought there shit into the locker area and sat down, deciding to relax for a bit before they headed out.
Steve: So, you gonna win this tomorrow? I heard you going up against some stiff competition.
Tony glared.
Tony: Steve, I am confident I can win this. Sure, my luck is not all that great in tag team combat. But I am the Xtreme Champion for a reason. I don’t rely on luck, just skill and tenacity. Brander is a nobody, just started here in APW. He has a bit of talent but doesn’t know how to use it, how to be both a warrior and politician in the business. He will get no farther in the tournament, and will barely be able to walk after tomorrow. As for Daniels….well he owes me. Without my interference he would not be on the team he is now, and defiantly would not be still in the Test For The Best tournament. An ace he is not, barely a joker he can aspire. His win last week was a fluke, he will not get lucky again. I know how to fight him this time, nothing will surprise me. And lastly Mr. Phate…. He is the true threat here. His is the most talented of the three men. I have never faced him before, and can only respect what he ahs done so far.
Steve looked to the ground and moved his foot.
Steve: Well, I am sure you got the edge over your opponents. But what about your teammates. I mean, you used to hate Sabur, and you just screwed John Green out of a title shot! This match doesn’t have any negatives to losing, other than a number added to a column. Green will be out for blood, you can count on it.
Tony: Let that coward come for my blood. He will decimated by my strength. He deserves nothing for his acts. He did not one thing to prepare for his match back at Rasslemania 4. Let him call for blood, I will be more than happy to force feed him his own.
The Xtreme Champion stood up. He put most of his equipment into a locker, keeping only a change of clothes with him. The Brawling Behemoth turned to his pal, and flashed a cocky Kaotic grin.
Tony: Don’t worry bout me pal. Just enjoy the show alright? Go to sleep and ill see you before the show.
Tony patted his companion on the shoulder as left the locker room. Steve followed his now famous friend, hoping to catch a glimpse of one of the women around here.
