Post by The Xtremist on Jul 21, 2008 12:01:41 GMT -4
Lively: Still cant believe she’s gone. What a fucking shame, all that talent…our lord is not pleased…[/color]
Sabur and Tony looked only to Lively, shrugged their shoulders in frustration. It had been twenty four hours since Diana Lambardo was buried, and still their comrade was only thinking of APW. It was a good thing, of course, as someone in the Church needed to be focused. Sabur and Lil Dick shifted slightly in their seats, feeling at ease in the stables base. The doors to the main altar room busted open, and in walked a still very upset and angry Kenny.
Kenny: What are you guys doing here?
The Kaotic looked around the room, making eye contact with each man who stood before so he may try to discern the true motives.
Sabur: I’m here to pay my respects.
Sabur and Lil Dick slapped the DL armbands that they had on, looking up to the sky where they perceived the spirit of Diana to be. Kenny nodded to the only non COK member here, then turned to his allies and friends.
Pre match ritual. Gotta keep focused and ready for anyone or thing. Even in times like this….
Lively began stretching, moving around like a hyper ten year old. IT seems not even death could make him stop, make him not want to better himself the stable. The Heavyweight Champ looked to his best friend, The Xtremist himself, Tony Blackwell.
Tony: I was here to rally people but…fucking SIN Scum…
The room raised a collective eye to the War Priest, wondering what the hell he meant. Tony sighed and stood behind the alter of the church, looking out to his brothers in arms.
Tony: Spirit lost her friend, he closest one at that, and yet is not here with us, not here to pray or gather strength. Instead she is at home, watching TV drinking a fucking Monster. Without Diana she will never come back. SIN scum once, SIN scum forever. And Although the loss of our dear lady is sweet, we must focus. President Jeff and his croonies are after, they want us out of APW and out of their lives. Can we do that, aloow the murders of our loved one get scott free? I say hell no. From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered; We few, we skilled few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother; be he Christ, God ,Or Bovine. This day shall be marked as the end of a church, the time of peace done.
And right now the forces of Jeff are sleeping soundly, not wanting to worry about the battles at hand. They shall think themselves accursed if they were here before us,
And hold their manhoods while any of us speaks. Brothers I call each of you, the family I no longer have. Our enemies, watch out, for upon this day we cease to be weak and feeble pawns of the hurricane, or toys for a twister to play with. I swear, upon the soul of our dearly missed, I shall fight until death. I ask each of you here to follow me and do the same. No more church going and bible reading. Upon this day, I say fuck the church, Bring the Reign, and let our healing begin.
The Xtremist looked over his comrades, the look each of them held. The fire was relit in the eyes of those who had lost so much, a pain Tony could not understand but had knowledge of.
Tony: At Overdrive, no more running or excuses. Myself, Kenny, and Sabur have a tough match against Twister, Phate and Austin. They shall not win. We have a reason to fight that is other than greed. Phate only wants the title, is cocky. HE will just become another Ego Crushed…
Kenny cracked his neck and jumped up…
Tony: Austin Daniels, the man with the Xtreme title…I’m sorry it is no Xtreme Belt anymore. He has changed the belt to nothing more than any other, not letting its full potential to be realized. He is strong and quick but he lacks discretion. His bull headedness will get him hurt or worse. I say we introduce this hardcore wannabe to a new house of pain….
Sabur and his Lil Dick moo with glee and energy…
Tony: Mr. Twister, the legend….Fuck him and his rage. He is nothing more than a has been. He wants people to fear his mythos, the story he has created around himself. He is no legend, he lost to a new guy…one in a skirt no less. He wants to be extreme, the champion of it in fact. I will teach the meaning of the word, what it means to be hardcore. No one hits harder than Tony Blackwell….So Fuck Twisters Rage, Fear The Reign…
Tony stepped off the alter and towards Kenny. He placed and hand on his shoulder and spoke, using less of a war general tone.
Tony: We will avenger her my friend. But to do so we do not need a man who says he is a god….we need the god himself. The center is made, the sacrifice….given….now I need to only speak the words needed for the Kaos to come….though I have forgotten them so I will only remind you of this…Jeff killed your wife and loved one. Kenny Lambardo is to weak to handle this situation…but Kaos is not. Rise forth, lord of Entropy, lead us into temptation, deliver us and save us from the hurricane. For it is Kaos, the power, and the high…amen..
Tony went to walk out of the building, not waiting to see if his plan worked. He stopped at the door, hearing a car drive up to the church.
Tony: Oh, I brought us some help. Since we are fighting forces of nature, I decided to make a phone call to the one man who took on a hurricane by himself.
The doors to the Church opened, revealing a singapore cane twirling Trevor Blackwell.
Trevor: Brother….Sabur…Lively….Kenny…Let me teach you how to fuck up mother natures toys…
Sabur and Tony looked only to Lively, shrugged their shoulders in frustration. It had been twenty four hours since Diana Lambardo was buried, and still their comrade was only thinking of APW. It was a good thing, of course, as someone in the Church needed to be focused. Sabur and Lil Dick shifted slightly in their seats, feeling at ease in the stables base. The doors to the main altar room busted open, and in walked a still very upset and angry Kenny.
Kenny: What are you guys doing here?
The Kaotic looked around the room, making eye contact with each man who stood before so he may try to discern the true motives.
Sabur: I’m here to pay my respects.
Sabur and Lil Dick slapped the DL armbands that they had on, looking up to the sky where they perceived the spirit of Diana to be. Kenny nodded to the only non COK member here, then turned to his allies and friends.
Pre match ritual. Gotta keep focused and ready for anyone or thing. Even in times like this….
Lively began stretching, moving around like a hyper ten year old. IT seems not even death could make him stop, make him not want to better himself the stable. The Heavyweight Champ looked to his best friend, The Xtremist himself, Tony Blackwell.
Tony: I was here to rally people but…fucking SIN Scum…
The room raised a collective eye to the War Priest, wondering what the hell he meant. Tony sighed and stood behind the alter of the church, looking out to his brothers in arms.
Tony: Spirit lost her friend, he closest one at that, and yet is not here with us, not here to pray or gather strength. Instead she is at home, watching TV drinking a fucking Monster. Without Diana she will never come back. SIN scum once, SIN scum forever. And Although the loss of our dear lady is sweet, we must focus. President Jeff and his croonies are after, they want us out of APW and out of their lives. Can we do that, aloow the murders of our loved one get scott free? I say hell no. From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered; We few, we skilled few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother; be he Christ, God ,Or Bovine. This day shall be marked as the end of a church, the time of peace done.
And right now the forces of Jeff are sleeping soundly, not wanting to worry about the battles at hand. They shall think themselves accursed if they were here before us,
And hold their manhoods while any of us speaks. Brothers I call each of you, the family I no longer have. Our enemies, watch out, for upon this day we cease to be weak and feeble pawns of the hurricane, or toys for a twister to play with. I swear, upon the soul of our dearly missed, I shall fight until death. I ask each of you here to follow me and do the same. No more church going and bible reading. Upon this day, I say fuck the church, Bring the Reign, and let our healing begin.
The Xtremist looked over his comrades, the look each of them held. The fire was relit in the eyes of those who had lost so much, a pain Tony could not understand but had knowledge of.
Tony: At Overdrive, no more running or excuses. Myself, Kenny, and Sabur have a tough match against Twister, Phate and Austin. They shall not win. We have a reason to fight that is other than greed. Phate only wants the title, is cocky. HE will just become another Ego Crushed…
Kenny cracked his neck and jumped up…
Tony: Austin Daniels, the man with the Xtreme title…I’m sorry it is no Xtreme Belt anymore. He has changed the belt to nothing more than any other, not letting its full potential to be realized. He is strong and quick but he lacks discretion. His bull headedness will get him hurt or worse. I say we introduce this hardcore wannabe to a new house of pain….
Sabur and his Lil Dick moo with glee and energy…
Tony: Mr. Twister, the legend….Fuck him and his rage. He is nothing more than a has been. He wants people to fear his mythos, the story he has created around himself. He is no legend, he lost to a new guy…one in a skirt no less. He wants to be extreme, the champion of it in fact. I will teach the meaning of the word, what it means to be hardcore. No one hits harder than Tony Blackwell….So Fuck Twisters Rage, Fear The Reign…
Tony stepped off the alter and towards Kenny. He placed and hand on his shoulder and spoke, using less of a war general tone.
Tony: We will avenger her my friend. But to do so we do not need a man who says he is a god….we need the god himself. The center is made, the sacrifice….given….now I need to only speak the words needed for the Kaos to come….though I have forgotten them so I will only remind you of this…Jeff killed your wife and loved one. Kenny Lambardo is to weak to handle this situation…but Kaos is not. Rise forth, lord of Entropy, lead us into temptation, deliver us and save us from the hurricane. For it is Kaos, the power, and the high…amen..
Tony went to walk out of the building, not waiting to see if his plan worked. He stopped at the door, hearing a car drive up to the church.
Tony: Oh, I brought us some help. Since we are fighting forces of nature, I decided to make a phone call to the one man who took on a hurricane by himself.
The doors to the Church opened, revealing a singapore cane twirling Trevor Blackwell.
Trevor: Brother….Sabur…Lively….Kenny…Let me teach you how to fuck up mother natures toys…
