Post by The Xtremist on Jul 8, 2008 2:31:04 GMT -4
(OOC: Thank you Jeff for the late deadline. I realize this makes things a bit odd. Thank you to Iceman as well.)
The Church of Kaos locker room was silent after Test For The Best. Not only had the stable lost the tag team titles and Xtreme belt, but Hurricane Jeff has just turned on his best friend Kenny. Each member, whether they lost or not, could feel the pain of the treachery. A knock on the door was heard, the person identifying themselves as a messenger from Jeff. Kenny twitched upon hearing that mans name. He answered the door and nodded to the bitch boy of Jeff as a note was passes., not using his trademark I am God pose or cocky grin. After reading the piece of paper, the Kaotic sighed.
Kenny: Well, it seems we have a new card for Overdrive. Baby, your against Razor Ryan and Fyre Angel. Tony your against Iceman…
Tony: Wait wait wait stop. I’m against the Iceman? I don’t fight Royce I am a hundred steps above him. The bottom feeder of APW won the titles on chance, and now Jeff thinks he can beat me? I think not. Kenny, I’ll be right back.
Tony bolted from the room in search of answers, his sprit of battle renewed. Why you may ask? Simple. Jason does not have the skill to be a champion, nor does he have the off stage persona to be one. The Former Xtreme champion looked around the now packing up stage crew, trying to find a working camera. He spotted one lone camera, guarded by the newest security guard in APW, Security Guard Steve.
Steve: TONY! What’s good bro? I haven’t seen you in awhile man, though I heard about your belt.
Tony: Steve, move now. I need that camera. [/b]
Steve moved from Tony’s path, figuring he would avoid being beaten by the Blackwell if he followed orders. The Powerbomb Prince looked over the device, trying to figure out what buttons and switches did what.
Steve: Don’t know how to work that Tony? Here lemme work on it.
Steve moved past Tony and began to work on the camera, trying to re-connect it to the APW video feed. After a few minutes of work, and a little bit of profanity, the red light in front turned on, showing the connection. Without missing a beat Tony moved into view of the camera, and by doing so, the world.
Tony: Well hello everyone out there! This is FORMER Xtreme Champion Tony Blackwell here, live from the Scottrade Center in St. Louis, Missouri. For those of you who didn’t realize by now, I am no longer you Xtreme champion. No, the honor now belongs to John Green. He fought bravely and valiantly, proving himself to all that doubted him, including myself. John, congrats on the win but remember I will return for my title.
The War Priest cleared his throat before continuing.
Tony: But John Green is not why I am here. No, I stand before you all to speak of another man. One who thinks he is hot shit because he shares a title with The Hardcore Kid. Yes, I speak of “ Iceman” Jason Royce. It has been many years since we last stepped into the ring as combatants. We both have grown stronger since than, each gaining new skills and tactics through the time. But one thing stands the same my friend. You are still Jason Royce, and I am Tony Blackwell. You are the Jobber of….no wait Razor Ryan is the official jobber here in APW. But you come to a close second in the contest. I mean, come on, when Kenny and myself refer to our enemies, we compare them to “ The Iceman”. You singles record is horrendous, with three maybe four wins total. I, on the other side of the fence, have only four or so losses, give or take one. Hell, you wouldn’t have beaten Spirit at the PPV without The Hardcore Kid backing you up. The only reason you won was because Diana was still a bit tired from Kenny. Your win was a fluke, nothing more.
The Brawling Behemoth pulled a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, inhaling the cancer ridden fumes like oxygen.
Steve: Tony, mind if I get one? Haven’t had a smoke since the PPV began.
Tony threw a cigarette to his old friend, than moved on.
Tony: Now, I cant just bad mouth you here. Regardless on if it was a fluke or not, you are a champion. And you have been on a bit of a winning streak. But don’t let that get to your head bro. You share a title with another, rely on another mans strength to win a match. But myself, during my run as Xtreme champ, was helped by no one. I stood alone facing my challengers, beat each of them until they couldn’t get up. Getting a few wins in a row against an exhausted team or a one man-army do not mean anything. While you beat Razor Ryan and....wait did you even beat anyone else in one on one combat? Meh whatever it is not important. While you defeated him, I fought legends like Kenny Lambardo, Trevor Blackwell. I went fist to fist with rising stars like Michael Lively, John Green, Vin E. Lambardo, Phate….need I list anymore? Each man has the skills of a champion, the heart of a warrior. You, Iceman, lack the skill needed to capture and retain a belt on your own. You need THK to win, and he needs you.
Tony flicked his cigarette away, realizing he could not smoke it and speak on air at the same time.
Tony: There is not much more I can say about you Jason. I will beat you on Overdrive to prove to Jeff, to prove to Kenny and the rest of the god damn world that I am not down for the count. I will bounce back from my loss at Test For The Best and become even greater than ever before. You want me to lay down and sleep for you Royce? I think not….see you soon.
Tony went to walk off camera, than tapped his chin. It seemed the War Priest remembered something else…
Tony: Oh and President Jeff! About the end of your match….You made the biggest mistake of your life. Fuck your treachery…..fear Kenny’s wrath.
Tony motioned for Steve to cut the feed, and the visual cut to black.
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The War Priest moved quickly down the hallway with Steve in tow. It would not be long before President Jeff saw the promo and became a bit spiteful. No matter, there was more important things to do.
Tony: Steve, go to and get ready to board your plane. When we land and arrive at the next arena, find me. I have some work for you to do.
Steve: Right bro. Good luck.
Steve ran off to follow his friend's command. Tony continued on his way, heading back toward the locker room. As he got close the door opened, and out walked Sergeant Kenny Lambardo.
Kenny: Yo, we're heading out to the jet. Get your shit and rally on the plane in fifteen minutes. Dont be late.
The former Xtreme Champion nodded to his leader, dared not to say anything to him. As Tony went into the locker room to grab his gear, he quietly spoke under his breath.
Tony: May Kaos have mercy on our enemies souls....for we will not give such luxury on their bodies.
The Church of Kaos locker room was silent after Test For The Best. Not only had the stable lost the tag team titles and Xtreme belt, but Hurricane Jeff has just turned on his best friend Kenny. Each member, whether they lost or not, could feel the pain of the treachery. A knock on the door was heard, the person identifying themselves as a messenger from Jeff. Kenny twitched upon hearing that mans name. He answered the door and nodded to the bitch boy of Jeff as a note was passes., not using his trademark I am God pose or cocky grin. After reading the piece of paper, the Kaotic sighed.
Kenny: Well, it seems we have a new card for Overdrive. Baby, your against Razor Ryan and Fyre Angel. Tony your against Iceman…
Tony: Wait wait wait stop. I’m against the Iceman? I don’t fight Royce I am a hundred steps above him. The bottom feeder of APW won the titles on chance, and now Jeff thinks he can beat me? I think not. Kenny, I’ll be right back.
Tony bolted from the room in search of answers, his sprit of battle renewed. Why you may ask? Simple. Jason does not have the skill to be a champion, nor does he have the off stage persona to be one. The Former Xtreme champion looked around the now packing up stage crew, trying to find a working camera. He spotted one lone camera, guarded by the newest security guard in APW, Security Guard Steve.
Steve: TONY! What’s good bro? I haven’t seen you in awhile man, though I heard about your belt.
Tony: Steve, move now. I need that camera. [/b]
Steve moved from Tony’s path, figuring he would avoid being beaten by the Blackwell if he followed orders. The Powerbomb Prince looked over the device, trying to figure out what buttons and switches did what.
Steve: Don’t know how to work that Tony? Here lemme work on it.
Steve moved past Tony and began to work on the camera, trying to re-connect it to the APW video feed. After a few minutes of work, and a little bit of profanity, the red light in front turned on, showing the connection. Without missing a beat Tony moved into view of the camera, and by doing so, the world.
Tony: Well hello everyone out there! This is FORMER Xtreme Champion Tony Blackwell here, live from the Scottrade Center in St. Louis, Missouri. For those of you who didn’t realize by now, I am no longer you Xtreme champion. No, the honor now belongs to John Green. He fought bravely and valiantly, proving himself to all that doubted him, including myself. John, congrats on the win but remember I will return for my title.
The War Priest cleared his throat before continuing.
Tony: But John Green is not why I am here. No, I stand before you all to speak of another man. One who thinks he is hot shit because he shares a title with The Hardcore Kid. Yes, I speak of “ Iceman” Jason Royce. It has been many years since we last stepped into the ring as combatants. We both have grown stronger since than, each gaining new skills and tactics through the time. But one thing stands the same my friend. You are still Jason Royce, and I am Tony Blackwell. You are the Jobber of….no wait Razor Ryan is the official jobber here in APW. But you come to a close second in the contest. I mean, come on, when Kenny and myself refer to our enemies, we compare them to “ The Iceman”. You singles record is horrendous, with three maybe four wins total. I, on the other side of the fence, have only four or so losses, give or take one. Hell, you wouldn’t have beaten Spirit at the PPV without The Hardcore Kid backing you up. The only reason you won was because Diana was still a bit tired from Kenny. Your win was a fluke, nothing more.
The Brawling Behemoth pulled a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, inhaling the cancer ridden fumes like oxygen.
Steve: Tony, mind if I get one? Haven’t had a smoke since the PPV began.
Tony threw a cigarette to his old friend, than moved on.
Tony: Now, I cant just bad mouth you here. Regardless on if it was a fluke or not, you are a champion. And you have been on a bit of a winning streak. But don’t let that get to your head bro. You share a title with another, rely on another mans strength to win a match. But myself, during my run as Xtreme champ, was helped by no one. I stood alone facing my challengers, beat each of them until they couldn’t get up. Getting a few wins in a row against an exhausted team or a one man-army do not mean anything. While you beat Razor Ryan and....wait did you even beat anyone else in one on one combat? Meh whatever it is not important. While you defeated him, I fought legends like Kenny Lambardo, Trevor Blackwell. I went fist to fist with rising stars like Michael Lively, John Green, Vin E. Lambardo, Phate….need I list anymore? Each man has the skills of a champion, the heart of a warrior. You, Iceman, lack the skill needed to capture and retain a belt on your own. You need THK to win, and he needs you.
Tony flicked his cigarette away, realizing he could not smoke it and speak on air at the same time.
Tony: There is not much more I can say about you Jason. I will beat you on Overdrive to prove to Jeff, to prove to Kenny and the rest of the god damn world that I am not down for the count. I will bounce back from my loss at Test For The Best and become even greater than ever before. You want me to lay down and sleep for you Royce? I think not….see you soon.
Tony went to walk off camera, than tapped his chin. It seemed the War Priest remembered something else…
Tony: Oh and President Jeff! About the end of your match….You made the biggest mistake of your life. Fuck your treachery…..fear Kenny’s wrath.
Tony motioned for Steve to cut the feed, and the visual cut to black.
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The War Priest moved quickly down the hallway with Steve in tow. It would not be long before President Jeff saw the promo and became a bit spiteful. No matter, there was more important things to do.
Tony: Steve, go to and get ready to board your plane. When we land and arrive at the next arena, find me. I have some work for you to do.
Steve: Right bro. Good luck.
Steve ran off to follow his friend's command. Tony continued on his way, heading back toward the locker room. As he got close the door opened, and out walked Sergeant Kenny Lambardo.
Kenny: Yo, we're heading out to the jet. Get your shit and rally on the plane in fifteen minutes. Dont be late.
The former Xtreme Champion nodded to his leader, dared not to say anything to him. As Tony went into the locker room to grab his gear, he quietly spoke under his breath.
Tony: May Kaos have mercy on our enemies souls....for we will not give such luxury on their bodies.
