Post by THERE IS A GOD on Jul 21, 2008 18:54:09 GMT -4
[glow=red,2,300]FLASHBACK[/glow]
We see President Jeff still being chased by Kenny Lambardo. They run past Gorilla postion and Jeff runs out onto the ramp and Kenny is close behind. Jeff slides into the ring and gets to his feet. Kenny slides in behind him and Jeff is quick to start attacking Kenny.
Chase: Kenny has been wanting to get his hands on Jeff all night.
Harvey: If Kenny can fight back, Jeff is going to be in a load of trouble.
Kenny keeps trying to get up and Jeff keeps him down with kicks and punches. Kenny then somehow tackles Jeff to the mat and starts laying in punches and the fans are loving every second of it. Jeff covers his head as Kenny keeps with the punches. Kenny pulls Jeff up and throws him into the ropes. Jeff comes back and Kenny goes to pick Jeff up, but Jeff lands behind Kenny. Kenny goes for the Ego Crusher, but Jeff counters by pushing Kenny into the ropes. Jeff pulls something from his pocket and as Kenny comes back, Jeff throws some sort of white powder into the eyes of Kenny. Kenny holds his eyes and then WHAM! Kenny gets laid out with a Super Kick from the Boss.
Chase: What did he throw in Kenny’s eyes?
Harvey: What ever it was, it allowed Jeff to knock Kenny out.
Jeff yells for a microphone. Jeff stands over Kenny’s body and looks down at him as he speaks.
Jeff: Kenny. I didn’t want to do this to you. I didn’t want it to come down to this. And you can blame your wife for it all. You want to know what I turned on you. Well if you would have quit bugging me about the secret, and just listen to me when I told you that everything is taken care of and that you didn’t need to worry about anything. But did you listen to me. No. So Kenny, you want to know the secret, well here it is. You know Little Kenny, My Nephew, well, funny thing. He’s not my Nephew. And the Kid’s mother, well, Its none other than your Wife’s, Diana’s.
Chase: What, Little Kenny is Diana’s son?
Harvey: Why didn’t Diana Tell Kenny?
Jeff: Hold on a second, it gets better. Little Kenny’s father. I shouldn’t be the one to tell you Kenny, but its
YOU!
[glow=red,2,300]FLASHBACK[/glow]
A television emits the only light and the only sound as it turns on in this seemingly vacant, dark room. A female newscaster appeared on the screen, stationed behind a desk handling a stack of papers. The papers were surely blank, as she was a drone who was skilled in nothing more than reading words off a prompter.
“Another tragedy to add to the trend among those in the professional wrestling community. Why this group of people have so many traumas we may never understand but tonight we find ourselves sadly reporting another.” Her voice was filled with empathy yet her eyes were focused straight ahead. Faker. “Both an actress and an athlete, a mother and wife, friend only to few; Diana Lambardo, known up till recently as Diana Steel, passed away earlier tonight.” She looked down at her papers as if she were thinking of something to say. Liar. “The young newly wed superstar was driving no more than 20 feet from the bar she had just left when she and her motorcycle were struck by a white commercial truck that had blown a red light. Coroner’s report shows cause of death as trauma to the head and internal bleeding. Since the report also reads that Mrs. Lambardo was definitely intoxicated at the time of the accident, the truck driver and his company he was driving for will get off with little more than a traffic ticket. The company, ironically Budweiser, was unable to comment at this time.” She cleared her throat, but it wasn’t because she was overwhelmed or choking on words. Let’s face it, she’d never watched an episode of Overdrive in her life. She barely knows what professional wrestling is, never mind the person who’s first Eulogy she’s giving. “It is understood that just before this incident, Diana had been involved in some type of traumatic drama involving her husband, children and boss. The nature of this trauma has forced investigators to wait before ruling out the possibility of suicide, although sources from the scene of the crime assure us this was not the case. There will be more as the story of Mrs. Steel-Lambardo unfolds.” She tapped the stack of papers on the desk. Tap Tap, done with the story, moving on. Cold, Heartless.
[glow=red,2,300]FLASHBACK[/glow]
the camera’s cut backstage where Kenny is still outside President Jeff’s door. Kenny gets up from his chair.
Kenny: JEFF! If your not going to come out here, because you’re a scared little *****. Then how about this, lets see how big of a coward you really are. I challenge you to a match at Apocalypse. Are you man enough to step up to the plate old timer.
Just then Jeff’s door opens and Jeff steps out.
Jeff: Kenny, if you think you can get to me by throwing out challenges, then your crazy man. What do I have to gain by fighting you.
Kenny: It doesn’t matter, because this is personal now!
Jeff: Personal huh? Well you know what Kenny. The only reason your APW World Heavyweight Champion is because of me. I kept that title around you. And quite frankly, just like everyone else, I’m stick and Tired of seeing you as the champion. So you want me at Apocalypse so bad, how about you put that World Title on the Line against me Kenny. It’s the only way I’ll fight you.
Kenny: You want the belt off me?
Jeff: Your damn right. And after I beat you, I’m vacating the title because I don’t want it, and I just don’t want you to have it.
Kenny: If that what it takes, then YOUR ON! But believe me, Your little security guards won’t be able to save you at apocalypse.
Jeff: Oh, I forgot to tell you Kenny. Your son, now that he doesn’t have a mother anymore. And technically, I’ve been more of a father to him than you have. I’m FILING FOR CUSTODY OF YOUR SON LITTLE KENNY!
This sets Kenny off and Kenny tries to jump over the Security guards to get to Jeff. The guards pull Kenny away.
Jeff: HAVE A NICE DAY KENNY!
[glow=red,2,300]DIANA’S FUNERAL[/glow]
It was a dark day indeed. The forecast had called for sunny skies, but the overcast was as clouded as they come. This was the day of Diana Lambardo’s funeral.
Kenny stared at a wood box that rest two feet over a six foot hole. Contained within was the body of his wife Diana Steel. The only thought running through his mind was “Not like this…”
In the sergeant’s right hand was the hand of a nine year old girl that no longer had a mother… Skylar Blackwell… Her eyes were filled with the tears that only a child could cry, but held within her grasp was the power to make it better.
Skylar’s other hand was the consumed by the hand of her father, Trevor. In all the years that Trevor, and Kenny had been both friend, and enemy, nothing would affect their lives more than this. That affect was named Skylar Blackwell. There was now a hole in that girl’s heart that superseded the pride, and egos of both “The Ego Crusher”, and the “Career Killer”. Trevor did look very fashionable in his neck brace however.
Standing behind his brother was one Tony Blackwell. Tony didn’t ever know Diana all that well, but in a way he had been affected more than anybody, for he was affected by the three that sat in front of him. His brother, his niece, and his best friend were all tormented by loss. A torment that Tony Blackwell truly didn’t understand…
Standing next to Tony was the man that at one point would have been the last person the Tony Blackwell would ever call partner, Sabur, and his Little Dick. It was almost as strange to see Sabur, and Dick in their oddly sized black suits as it was to see them with the group they were in. Even they, the greatest comic pair that the industry had ever seen, were brought to solace in the severity of the situation.
Then there was the man that stood behind Sgt. Kenny Lambardo, was the man that he called brother. It was once written that one of the lord’s great strategies was the ‘Church of Kaos’. While surrounded by withering depression, conspiracy, kidnappings, and death, this man would be the greatest strategy in it all. No. It’s not Vin E Lambardo. It was the APW Overdrive Champion, ‘The White Lion’ Michael Lively, unshaken not in arrogance, but in duty to the father.
It was funny. The Father had always seen great things in the Lion, the re-embodiment of Jesus Christ the Messiah, and has told him as much. His Lord Kaos had foreseen a great fall, but visions, and prophecies come in quick, choppy images. Never would the father have predicted something like this.
The Lion peered through his sunglasses, the only focused at the task at hand, focused beyond the coffin, focused on the enemy. Enemies like Hurricane Jeff, who leaned forward on his chair staring a hole through the head of Lambardo while he had a hand on his boy, a boy crying over the loss of his mother with a father that he didn’t know, and consoled by a man that had used him as a weapon his entire life.
Standing to his left was the pawn of the Hurricane. The man that they called Twister… He was a man that could give a fuck what it was that he had to do, as long as it involved putting him on the opposite side of the long hated KaotiK. It was funny to see how far it is that Twister fell. In his prime he was something to be reckoned with, but now he is nothing. Never would he have held the hand of the establishment. Never would he standby while something like this was going on. At one point he would have been the most respected wrestler to ever enter the mind of Kaos, but now he had become little more than SIN scum.
And where there was Twister, it would also seem that there was Austin Daniels, the ace in Twister’s hole… Daniels was the same man that he always was. Hidden, in the shadows, and not because he was sneaking up on you. It was because nobody could ever find him. Nobody ever cared to. The only person that could give two craps about this guy was himself, and that’s a sad place to be in life. How he ended up in the same pack as legends like Twister, and Hurricane Jeff was beyond me.
Finally, in a beautiful black dress that looked absolutely horrible on the man was Dr. Phate. Phate was there for the same reason that Twister was there. Lambardo, and his APW World Heavyweight Championship. Just his presence there was a mental war game to affect the opponent that he would face at Shockwave. The man that he would face at Overdrive… To a man like Phate this was merely an opportunity to take down a god. It was funny to see men that could easily be gods themselves, band together to take down the god that is.
Kenny was still focused down on his wending band as he rolled it around its finger. The priest finished the last rights, and it was the time for friends, and family to come forward to leave their flower on the coffin before it was lowered.
As you could assume, this would take Lambardo from his trance. He stood, and met the gaze of his once best friend Hurricane Jeff. He stood, and met the gaze of the child that he never knew he had. That was the moment that he made the decision that would end lives. He clenched his fist, and it began to rain, and the rain spoke to him.
It said, “Not, now…”
Kenny smiled, as he looked to the heavens. “You always did like the rain…”
[glow=red,2,300]MOMENTS LATER
LIMO[/glow]
The sergeant sat in the limo across from the man that trained Lambardo throughout his time in the service, Lieutenant Browne.
“You can’t do this… This isn’t right.” The Lieutenant offered words of wisdom that he knew was merely wasted breathe.
“I don’t care what’s right!” The sergeant responded harshly. “I care about what’s fair!”
“I can tell you this much…” The Lieutenant rebutted as he slid a lard attaché case across the leather seats. “It’s not going to make things any better, and it’s not going to bring her back.”
The limo pulled up on the hotel that Kenny, and the rest of the APW roster were set to stay for the week.
[glow=red,2,300]JULY 20, 2008
TRUCK STOP
O400 HOURS…[/glow]
The night was dark, darker than most. There was but one truck at the stop. The trucker within stopped for a rest for the first time in two days. He was relentless in his job. He had always made excellent time. Always hurrying back to a loving wife, and two beautiful children… What his family didn’t know was about the woman that he had slaughtered last week. The hit, and run that he had gotten away with due to the technicalities within the circumstances that surrounded what was written off as an isolated incident. His family will miss him dearly.
He was awoken by the crash of a window. The man tried desperately to regain his bearings, but quickly found himself, gasping for air as a thin metal cord dug into the flesh of his neck.
The trucker was taken right out of the window, and thrown to the concrete. He tasted the enamel of his teeth, mixed with the copper taste of fresh blood as he pulled his lips from the street, and turned to see his attacker.
The man in the shadows, stood tall in an all black military jumpsuit under his tactical vest, and a leather jacket over that. Two extending rods were strapped to each thigh, and the assailant had a combat knife sheathed over his crotch. The spurs on the back of the dark figures motorcycle boots clicked as he stepped towards his fallen victim.
The trucker staggered away from the attacker, and finally made his way to his feet, but ‘The Dark Knight’ as it were leaped towards the man, grabbing him by the shoulders as he planted both boots on his chest, and riding the poor middle aged man to the ground. Blood began to pool around the man’s head.
“Who… Who are…” The trucker, his voice shaken with fear, didn’t even get to finish the question before his answer came.
The leather gloves tightened with the grip that the assailant’s hands had on the trucker’s collar. The attacker pulled the ‘family man’s’ head up, and he was met with the facelessness of a leather mask painted with red claw marks.
“We’re the Midnight Rider…”
And with those words came a head-but that shattered the trucker’s nose on impact. The poor man cried out in pain, but there was no one around to answer his pleas of mercy…
“Mercy,” the Rider replied, “did you show her any mercy?” The answer came with the drawing of the combat knife.
“Give… Give me a chance to”
“A chance…” The rider reared back… “Did you give her a chance?” …and plunged the blade into the man’s stomach. “Did you even stop to see what you had done?” And the knife went in again. “Did you stop to think about the damage that had been done by this?” and again… “Did you stop to think about her life, or the lives of anyone that could be connected to her?” and again… “Her husband…” and again… “Her children…”
“I swear to god…” The trucker gurgled those last words through the blood that had begun to spill from his mouth about three shots ago.
“SWEAR TO ME!”
The Rider put the knife into the ever widening gaping hole that had been created by thrust after thrust with a nine inch blade. The ‘Spirit of Vengeance’ pulled out, and sheathed his bloody weapon. He dragged the body to the truck that it had come from, and sat it up against the tire. The Midnight Rider looked down at the corpse that he had just created.
“Now you’re dead, the first of many more. Kaos is a thing of balance. Kaos is that of change. When one side becomes to powerful, there will always be an instrument of Kaos to restore the balance. You my friend are only the beginning… And Hurricane Jeff is the end. Everyone else is just those that fall in between the two. And anything that stands in our way isn’t something to be snuck around. Isn’t something to be convinced of anything… They’re just another victim, another death on the obituary page. Just like Austin Daniels… Just like Twister… Just like Phate… May they all find the hell that they deserve for their parts in this."
[glow=red,2,300]MONDAY, JULY 21, 2008
APW OVERDRIVE PRE SHOW
19OO HOURS…[/glow]
The APW logo flashes across the screen, followed by a shot of the commentators table.
Harvey: Ladies, and gentleman, thank you for joining us tonight as APW Creative Launches the APW Pre-Show.
Chase: With just one week until Apocalypse, Kaos only knows what’s going to happen.
Harvey: Don’t you mean that “God” only knows?
Chase: No. With the way things are right now, it really is the APW World Champion that has any clue what the fuck is going to happen in the next three hours.
Harvey: Right… Anyway, it’s about time that we start the show. First up, Dr. Phate has been so kind to give me a one on one interview with me Darren Harvey!
Chase: Does that mean he’s gonna come down here?
Harvey: What’s the matter with that?
Chase: No disrespect to the guy or anything, but we’re stationed below the ring… and he wears a skirt… and he doesn’t ever have any underway… and I can’t stop looking at his manhood…
Harvey: You got problems, man…
Chase: I know…
Dr. Phate’s music begins to play, and the screen suddenly goes snowy…
Chase: What the hell happened to the feed?
Harvey: I’m sorry ladies…
…and Harvey is cut off as two familiar words blink across the screen like a neon sign…
[glow=red,2,300]KAOS
KAM![/glow]
Screens around the world left their snowy states, and the camera came in on a close up of Kenny Lambardo in the AV Trailer, wearing the new “HAIL KAOS” grunge T-Shirt.
“We’re live.” A rather afraid cameraman said from off screen.
“Good,” the ‘KaotiK’ replied. Now I don’t have to kill your children.”
The APW World Heavyweight Champion, ‘The Ego Crusher’ Sgt. Kenny Lambardo adjusted the title belt that rested on his shoulder.
“Sorry Phate, but you’re not the World Champion, and that means that I still get to do whatever the fuck that I want around here, and you can fuck yourself, and like it. You might think that you’re something special because you won the Test for the Best tournament, but all you did was fight half the federation to prove that you are second best. You think that just because Jeff gave you a fucking crown, and that he lets you prance around like the transvestite freak that you are, that makes you something? Do you really think that you’re somebody? That fairy princess crown that you wear on you’re head doesn’t mean shit. The only thing that matters in this business, the only crown that means a shit in a federation is right here on my shoulder.”
The Champ motions towards the belt, and continues. “As long as that stays true, and it will for a long time mind you, I’m still the top of the food chain pussy cat. You want the fans to respect you, but you don’t deserve their respect or the respect of anyone else for that matter either. I knew a couple of guys like you, no one respected them either, and all I have to say is that real men DO NOT wear skirts.”
“Then you just so happened to be tagged with the man that you smacked around the ring last week, Twister. That just proves that Twister has been all down hill since I last saw him. It so sad to see a star that refuses to leave when their on top, and watch them fade away into the nothingness. They are remembered for how bad that they suck now, instead of how good that they were then. Twister is the story of this great tragedy, and the thing that binds you together is me. And that is why he is the weak link in that three way you all call a team. He gives me the power over it all. The only thing that I have to say about him is…”
The sergeant reaches off screen, and retrieves a hooded sweatshirt that read, “FUCK TWISTER’S RAGE”.
“You see,” the marine continued, “it’s as easy as that… By the way, all my merchandise, and other APW merchandise is being sold at www.Koasltd.com at half the price of what Jeff is trying to sell it for, so come see what I got!” Kenny smiles, and drops the shirt.
“Then,” he continued, “we have Twister’s friend, Austin Daniels. Awww… Isn’t that just the sweetest thing? Twister has made a friend, a friend that he is going to have a friendly Xtreme match with at Apocalypse. You let me know how that works out for you, alright Daniels. Let me know how it feels to have your ass beaten, and you’re title taken by the man that you call friend. Haven’t you learned anything from what just happened to me boy? Do you really think that there is anything that means friend in this business? Of course not… If you would have, you probably wouldn’t be the only man that could loose Test for the Best twice. Did I repeat myself? Yes. Why? Because it’s the only Kaos damn thing that you’ve done in you’re whole fucking life! Oh yeah… You beat John Green to become the Xtreme Champion. Who the fuck hasn’t beat John Green. John Green is the worst fucking champion on the face of the planet since fucking Iceman.”
The KaotiK took a deep breathe…
“You all think that you’re out here to make a name for yourselves, but the three of you were really put together to make the job easier on Hurricane Jeff. The three of you we’re put out here to help HJ in his quest to end the Kaos that has become Action Packed Wrestling. My advice to you is to go home now, before I have to make sure that you never stand in my way again. Worry about yourselves, because my pain will become you’re pain. So let the healing begin…”
The camera lowered…
“One more thing…”
The camera came back to center…
“A joke… Twister, Daniels, and Phate are all in a death match with Kaos. When the four men enter the ring, Daniels smartens up, and asks the lord Kaos if there is anyway to get out of the match. He is told to pull his pants down, and bend over. Kaos proceeds to fuck him in the asshole while the fans chant “Unga Bunga!” Twister realizes that this is a life or death situation, so he pulls down his pants, and gets fucked in the asshole while the fans chant “Unga Bunga!” Finally it’s Phate’s turn who decides that he will not be humiliated like that, and asks for the death match. In the end death is what Phate got, while the fans chanted “Unga Bunga!”
“You’re sick!” The cameraman spoke up.
“Sick?” Kenny replied as he pulled a lead pipe from his belt. He swung hard, and the camera fell. The screen goes snowy leaving nothing but agonizing screams…
We see President Jeff still being chased by Kenny Lambardo. They run past Gorilla postion and Jeff runs out onto the ramp and Kenny is close behind. Jeff slides into the ring and gets to his feet. Kenny slides in behind him and Jeff is quick to start attacking Kenny.
Chase: Kenny has been wanting to get his hands on Jeff all night.
Harvey: If Kenny can fight back, Jeff is going to be in a load of trouble.
Kenny keeps trying to get up and Jeff keeps him down with kicks and punches. Kenny then somehow tackles Jeff to the mat and starts laying in punches and the fans are loving every second of it. Jeff covers his head as Kenny keeps with the punches. Kenny pulls Jeff up and throws him into the ropes. Jeff comes back and Kenny goes to pick Jeff up, but Jeff lands behind Kenny. Kenny goes for the Ego Crusher, but Jeff counters by pushing Kenny into the ropes. Jeff pulls something from his pocket and as Kenny comes back, Jeff throws some sort of white powder into the eyes of Kenny. Kenny holds his eyes and then WHAM! Kenny gets laid out with a Super Kick from the Boss.
Chase: What did he throw in Kenny’s eyes?
Harvey: What ever it was, it allowed Jeff to knock Kenny out.
Jeff yells for a microphone. Jeff stands over Kenny’s body and looks down at him as he speaks.
Jeff: Kenny. I didn’t want to do this to you. I didn’t want it to come down to this. And you can blame your wife for it all. You want to know what I turned on you. Well if you would have quit bugging me about the secret, and just listen to me when I told you that everything is taken care of and that you didn’t need to worry about anything. But did you listen to me. No. So Kenny, you want to know the secret, well here it is. You know Little Kenny, My Nephew, well, funny thing. He’s not my Nephew. And the Kid’s mother, well, Its none other than your Wife’s, Diana’s.
Chase: What, Little Kenny is Diana’s son?
Harvey: Why didn’t Diana Tell Kenny?
Jeff: Hold on a second, it gets better. Little Kenny’s father. I shouldn’t be the one to tell you Kenny, but its
YOU!
[glow=red,2,300]FLASHBACK[/glow]
A television emits the only light and the only sound as it turns on in this seemingly vacant, dark room. A female newscaster appeared on the screen, stationed behind a desk handling a stack of papers. The papers were surely blank, as she was a drone who was skilled in nothing more than reading words off a prompter.
“Another tragedy to add to the trend among those in the professional wrestling community. Why this group of people have so many traumas we may never understand but tonight we find ourselves sadly reporting another.” Her voice was filled with empathy yet her eyes were focused straight ahead. Faker. “Both an actress and an athlete, a mother and wife, friend only to few; Diana Lambardo, known up till recently as Diana Steel, passed away earlier tonight.” She looked down at her papers as if she were thinking of something to say. Liar. “The young newly wed superstar was driving no more than 20 feet from the bar she had just left when she and her motorcycle were struck by a white commercial truck that had blown a red light. Coroner’s report shows cause of death as trauma to the head and internal bleeding. Since the report also reads that Mrs. Lambardo was definitely intoxicated at the time of the accident, the truck driver and his company he was driving for will get off with little more than a traffic ticket. The company, ironically Budweiser, was unable to comment at this time.” She cleared her throat, but it wasn’t because she was overwhelmed or choking on words. Let’s face it, she’d never watched an episode of Overdrive in her life. She barely knows what professional wrestling is, never mind the person who’s first Eulogy she’s giving. “It is understood that just before this incident, Diana had been involved in some type of traumatic drama involving her husband, children and boss. The nature of this trauma has forced investigators to wait before ruling out the possibility of suicide, although sources from the scene of the crime assure us this was not the case. There will be more as the story of Mrs. Steel-Lambardo unfolds.” She tapped the stack of papers on the desk. Tap Tap, done with the story, moving on. Cold, Heartless.
[glow=red,2,300]FLASHBACK[/glow]
the camera’s cut backstage where Kenny is still outside President Jeff’s door. Kenny gets up from his chair.
Kenny: JEFF! If your not going to come out here, because you’re a scared little *****. Then how about this, lets see how big of a coward you really are. I challenge you to a match at Apocalypse. Are you man enough to step up to the plate old timer.
Just then Jeff’s door opens and Jeff steps out.
Jeff: Kenny, if you think you can get to me by throwing out challenges, then your crazy man. What do I have to gain by fighting you.
Kenny: It doesn’t matter, because this is personal now!
Jeff: Personal huh? Well you know what Kenny. The only reason your APW World Heavyweight Champion is because of me. I kept that title around you. And quite frankly, just like everyone else, I’m stick and Tired of seeing you as the champion. So you want me at Apocalypse so bad, how about you put that World Title on the Line against me Kenny. It’s the only way I’ll fight you.
Kenny: You want the belt off me?
Jeff: Your damn right. And after I beat you, I’m vacating the title because I don’t want it, and I just don’t want you to have it.
Kenny: If that what it takes, then YOUR ON! But believe me, Your little security guards won’t be able to save you at apocalypse.
Jeff: Oh, I forgot to tell you Kenny. Your son, now that he doesn’t have a mother anymore. And technically, I’ve been more of a father to him than you have. I’m FILING FOR CUSTODY OF YOUR SON LITTLE KENNY!
This sets Kenny off and Kenny tries to jump over the Security guards to get to Jeff. The guards pull Kenny away.
Jeff: HAVE A NICE DAY KENNY!
[glow=red,2,300]DIANA’S FUNERAL[/glow]
It was a dark day indeed. The forecast had called for sunny skies, but the overcast was as clouded as they come. This was the day of Diana Lambardo’s funeral.
Kenny stared at a wood box that rest two feet over a six foot hole. Contained within was the body of his wife Diana Steel. The only thought running through his mind was “Not like this…”
In the sergeant’s right hand was the hand of a nine year old girl that no longer had a mother… Skylar Blackwell… Her eyes were filled with the tears that only a child could cry, but held within her grasp was the power to make it better.
Skylar’s other hand was the consumed by the hand of her father, Trevor. In all the years that Trevor, and Kenny had been both friend, and enemy, nothing would affect their lives more than this. That affect was named Skylar Blackwell. There was now a hole in that girl’s heart that superseded the pride, and egos of both “The Ego Crusher”, and the “Career Killer”. Trevor did look very fashionable in his neck brace however.
Standing behind his brother was one Tony Blackwell. Tony didn’t ever know Diana all that well, but in a way he had been affected more than anybody, for he was affected by the three that sat in front of him. His brother, his niece, and his best friend were all tormented by loss. A torment that Tony Blackwell truly didn’t understand…
Standing next to Tony was the man that at one point would have been the last person the Tony Blackwell would ever call partner, Sabur, and his Little Dick. It was almost as strange to see Sabur, and Dick in their oddly sized black suits as it was to see them with the group they were in. Even they, the greatest comic pair that the industry had ever seen, were brought to solace in the severity of the situation.
Then there was the man that stood behind Sgt. Kenny Lambardo, was the man that he called brother. It was once written that one of the lord’s great strategies was the ‘Church of Kaos’. While surrounded by withering depression, conspiracy, kidnappings, and death, this man would be the greatest strategy in it all. No. It’s not Vin E Lambardo. It was the APW Overdrive Champion, ‘The White Lion’ Michael Lively, unshaken not in arrogance, but in duty to the father.
It was funny. The Father had always seen great things in the Lion, the re-embodiment of Jesus Christ the Messiah, and has told him as much. His Lord Kaos had foreseen a great fall, but visions, and prophecies come in quick, choppy images. Never would the father have predicted something like this.
The Lion peered through his sunglasses, the only focused at the task at hand, focused beyond the coffin, focused on the enemy. Enemies like Hurricane Jeff, who leaned forward on his chair staring a hole through the head of Lambardo while he had a hand on his boy, a boy crying over the loss of his mother with a father that he didn’t know, and consoled by a man that had used him as a weapon his entire life.
Standing to his left was the pawn of the Hurricane. The man that they called Twister… He was a man that could give a fuck what it was that he had to do, as long as it involved putting him on the opposite side of the long hated KaotiK. It was funny to see how far it is that Twister fell. In his prime he was something to be reckoned with, but now he is nothing. Never would he have held the hand of the establishment. Never would he standby while something like this was going on. At one point he would have been the most respected wrestler to ever enter the mind of Kaos, but now he had become little more than SIN scum.
And where there was Twister, it would also seem that there was Austin Daniels, the ace in Twister’s hole… Daniels was the same man that he always was. Hidden, in the shadows, and not because he was sneaking up on you. It was because nobody could ever find him. Nobody ever cared to. The only person that could give two craps about this guy was himself, and that’s a sad place to be in life. How he ended up in the same pack as legends like Twister, and Hurricane Jeff was beyond me.
Finally, in a beautiful black dress that looked absolutely horrible on the man was Dr. Phate. Phate was there for the same reason that Twister was there. Lambardo, and his APW World Heavyweight Championship. Just his presence there was a mental war game to affect the opponent that he would face at Shockwave. The man that he would face at Overdrive… To a man like Phate this was merely an opportunity to take down a god. It was funny to see men that could easily be gods themselves, band together to take down the god that is.
Kenny was still focused down on his wending band as he rolled it around its finger. The priest finished the last rights, and it was the time for friends, and family to come forward to leave their flower on the coffin before it was lowered.
As you could assume, this would take Lambardo from his trance. He stood, and met the gaze of his once best friend Hurricane Jeff. He stood, and met the gaze of the child that he never knew he had. That was the moment that he made the decision that would end lives. He clenched his fist, and it began to rain, and the rain spoke to him.
It said, “Not, now…”
Kenny smiled, as he looked to the heavens. “You always did like the rain…”
[glow=red,2,300]MOMENTS LATER
LIMO[/glow]
The sergeant sat in the limo across from the man that trained Lambardo throughout his time in the service, Lieutenant Browne.
“You can’t do this… This isn’t right.” The Lieutenant offered words of wisdom that he knew was merely wasted breathe.
“I don’t care what’s right!” The sergeant responded harshly. “I care about what’s fair!”
“I can tell you this much…” The Lieutenant rebutted as he slid a lard attaché case across the leather seats. “It’s not going to make things any better, and it’s not going to bring her back.”
The limo pulled up on the hotel that Kenny, and the rest of the APW roster were set to stay for the week.
[glow=red,2,300]JULY 20, 2008
TRUCK STOP
O400 HOURS…[/glow]
The night was dark, darker than most. There was but one truck at the stop. The trucker within stopped for a rest for the first time in two days. He was relentless in his job. He had always made excellent time. Always hurrying back to a loving wife, and two beautiful children… What his family didn’t know was about the woman that he had slaughtered last week. The hit, and run that he had gotten away with due to the technicalities within the circumstances that surrounded what was written off as an isolated incident. His family will miss him dearly.
He was awoken by the crash of a window. The man tried desperately to regain his bearings, but quickly found himself, gasping for air as a thin metal cord dug into the flesh of his neck.
The trucker was taken right out of the window, and thrown to the concrete. He tasted the enamel of his teeth, mixed with the copper taste of fresh blood as he pulled his lips from the street, and turned to see his attacker.
The man in the shadows, stood tall in an all black military jumpsuit under his tactical vest, and a leather jacket over that. Two extending rods were strapped to each thigh, and the assailant had a combat knife sheathed over his crotch. The spurs on the back of the dark figures motorcycle boots clicked as he stepped towards his fallen victim.
The trucker staggered away from the attacker, and finally made his way to his feet, but ‘The Dark Knight’ as it were leaped towards the man, grabbing him by the shoulders as he planted both boots on his chest, and riding the poor middle aged man to the ground. Blood began to pool around the man’s head.
“Who… Who are…” The trucker, his voice shaken with fear, didn’t even get to finish the question before his answer came.
The leather gloves tightened with the grip that the assailant’s hands had on the trucker’s collar. The attacker pulled the ‘family man’s’ head up, and he was met with the facelessness of a leather mask painted with red claw marks.
“We’re the Midnight Rider…”
And with those words came a head-but that shattered the trucker’s nose on impact. The poor man cried out in pain, but there was no one around to answer his pleas of mercy…
“Mercy,” the Rider replied, “did you show her any mercy?” The answer came with the drawing of the combat knife.
“Give… Give me a chance to”
“A chance…” The rider reared back… “Did you give her a chance?” …and plunged the blade into the man’s stomach. “Did you even stop to see what you had done?” And the knife went in again. “Did you stop to think about the damage that had been done by this?” and again… “Did you stop to think about her life, or the lives of anyone that could be connected to her?” and again… “Her husband…” and again… “Her children…”
“I swear to god…” The trucker gurgled those last words through the blood that had begun to spill from his mouth about three shots ago.
“SWEAR TO ME!”
The Rider put the knife into the ever widening gaping hole that had been created by thrust after thrust with a nine inch blade. The ‘Spirit of Vengeance’ pulled out, and sheathed his bloody weapon. He dragged the body to the truck that it had come from, and sat it up against the tire. The Midnight Rider looked down at the corpse that he had just created.
“Now you’re dead, the first of many more. Kaos is a thing of balance. Kaos is that of change. When one side becomes to powerful, there will always be an instrument of Kaos to restore the balance. You my friend are only the beginning… And Hurricane Jeff is the end. Everyone else is just those that fall in between the two. And anything that stands in our way isn’t something to be snuck around. Isn’t something to be convinced of anything… They’re just another victim, another death on the obituary page. Just like Austin Daniels… Just like Twister… Just like Phate… May they all find the hell that they deserve for their parts in this."
[glow=red,2,300]MONDAY, JULY 21, 2008
APW OVERDRIVE PRE SHOW
19OO HOURS…[/glow]
The APW logo flashes across the screen, followed by a shot of the commentators table.
Harvey: Ladies, and gentleman, thank you for joining us tonight as APW Creative Launches the APW Pre-Show.
Chase: With just one week until Apocalypse, Kaos only knows what’s going to happen.
Harvey: Don’t you mean that “God” only knows?
Chase: No. With the way things are right now, it really is the APW World Champion that has any clue what the fuck is going to happen in the next three hours.
Harvey: Right… Anyway, it’s about time that we start the show. First up, Dr. Phate has been so kind to give me a one on one interview with me Darren Harvey!
Chase: Does that mean he’s gonna come down here?
Harvey: What’s the matter with that?
Chase: No disrespect to the guy or anything, but we’re stationed below the ring… and he wears a skirt… and he doesn’t ever have any underway… and I can’t stop looking at his manhood…
Harvey: You got problems, man…
Chase: I know…
Dr. Phate’s music begins to play, and the screen suddenly goes snowy…
Chase: What the hell happened to the feed?
Harvey: I’m sorry ladies…
…and Harvey is cut off as two familiar words blink across the screen like a neon sign…
[glow=red,2,300]KAOS
KAM![/glow]
Screens around the world left their snowy states, and the camera came in on a close up of Kenny Lambardo in the AV Trailer, wearing the new “HAIL KAOS” grunge T-Shirt.
“We’re live.” A rather afraid cameraman said from off screen.
“Good,” the ‘KaotiK’ replied. Now I don’t have to kill your children.”
The APW World Heavyweight Champion, ‘The Ego Crusher’ Sgt. Kenny Lambardo adjusted the title belt that rested on his shoulder.
“Sorry Phate, but you’re not the World Champion, and that means that I still get to do whatever the fuck that I want around here, and you can fuck yourself, and like it. You might think that you’re something special because you won the Test for the Best tournament, but all you did was fight half the federation to prove that you are second best. You think that just because Jeff gave you a fucking crown, and that he lets you prance around like the transvestite freak that you are, that makes you something? Do you really think that you’re somebody? That fairy princess crown that you wear on you’re head doesn’t mean shit. The only thing that matters in this business, the only crown that means a shit in a federation is right here on my shoulder.”
The Champ motions towards the belt, and continues. “As long as that stays true, and it will for a long time mind you, I’m still the top of the food chain pussy cat. You want the fans to respect you, but you don’t deserve their respect or the respect of anyone else for that matter either. I knew a couple of guys like you, no one respected them either, and all I have to say is that real men DO NOT wear skirts.”
“Then you just so happened to be tagged with the man that you smacked around the ring last week, Twister. That just proves that Twister has been all down hill since I last saw him. It so sad to see a star that refuses to leave when their on top, and watch them fade away into the nothingness. They are remembered for how bad that they suck now, instead of how good that they were then. Twister is the story of this great tragedy, and the thing that binds you together is me. And that is why he is the weak link in that three way you all call a team. He gives me the power over it all. The only thing that I have to say about him is…”
The sergeant reaches off screen, and retrieves a hooded sweatshirt that read, “FUCK TWISTER’S RAGE”.
“You see,” the marine continued, “it’s as easy as that… By the way, all my merchandise, and other APW merchandise is being sold at www.Koasltd.com at half the price of what Jeff is trying to sell it for, so come see what I got!” Kenny smiles, and drops the shirt.
“Then,” he continued, “we have Twister’s friend, Austin Daniels. Awww… Isn’t that just the sweetest thing? Twister has made a friend, a friend that he is going to have a friendly Xtreme match with at Apocalypse. You let me know how that works out for you, alright Daniels. Let me know how it feels to have your ass beaten, and you’re title taken by the man that you call friend. Haven’t you learned anything from what just happened to me boy? Do you really think that there is anything that means friend in this business? Of course not… If you would have, you probably wouldn’t be the only man that could loose Test for the Best twice. Did I repeat myself? Yes. Why? Because it’s the only Kaos damn thing that you’ve done in you’re whole fucking life! Oh yeah… You beat John Green to become the Xtreme Champion. Who the fuck hasn’t beat John Green. John Green is the worst fucking champion on the face of the planet since fucking Iceman.”
The KaotiK took a deep breathe…
“You all think that you’re out here to make a name for yourselves, but the three of you were really put together to make the job easier on Hurricane Jeff. The three of you we’re put out here to help HJ in his quest to end the Kaos that has become Action Packed Wrestling. My advice to you is to go home now, before I have to make sure that you never stand in my way again. Worry about yourselves, because my pain will become you’re pain. So let the healing begin…”
The camera lowered…
“One more thing…”
The camera came back to center…
“A joke… Twister, Daniels, and Phate are all in a death match with Kaos. When the four men enter the ring, Daniels smartens up, and asks the lord Kaos if there is anyway to get out of the match. He is told to pull his pants down, and bend over. Kaos proceeds to fuck him in the asshole while the fans chant “Unga Bunga!” Twister realizes that this is a life or death situation, so he pulls down his pants, and gets fucked in the asshole while the fans chant “Unga Bunga!” Finally it’s Phate’s turn who decides that he will not be humiliated like that, and asks for the death match. In the end death is what Phate got, while the fans chanted “Unga Bunga!”
“You’re sick!” The cameraman spoke up.
“Sick?” Kenny replied as he pulled a lead pipe from his belt. He swung hard, and the camera fell. The screen goes snowy leaving nothing but agonizing screams…
