Post by The Submission Technician on May 9, 2008 17:16:24 GMT -4
Tuesday 05/06/2008
The scene opens in the V.I.P. lounge area of a well known local dance club. This is where we find the COK, minus their illustrious leader, celebrating an amazing overdrive, with the assistance of several bottles of premium liquor, a few blunts, a couple of pills and countless beer bottles.
The pungent aroma of the marijuana smoke mixed with the scent of new leather permeating from the couches under them. The lights from the dance floor created striking visual sensations as the mist from the dry ice machine created a hazy playground for the blunt smoke to dance in.
With glasses raised in song we can hear the Church of Kaos sing…..
COK: “My eyes have seen the glory of the trampling of all you…The COK will bring the rain to APW…Ego Crushers all around starting with that Je(laughter)…We all fucked Lively’s mom.”
They all start laughing.
Vin: “Hey Mike man we’re just fuckin’ with ya, don’t take it personal.”
Lively: “It’s ok man I’m used to it by now.”
It was at that moment that the leader of this pantheon of gladiatorial greatness allowed his presence to be known. A slight clearing of his throat, and an “I am God” pose was all it took to announce his arrival.
Kenny: “Hello my children.”
COK: “Hello Father.”
Kenny: “Well do I have to ask or is someone going to give me that blunt.”
Vin: “Here you go bro.”
Kenny: “Thanks, hey guess what kid. Do you know what putting up with those two miserable sons of bitches that you and Katrina sent off in an ambulance did for you? Hmmm?”
Vin: “Ummm…gave me an ulcer.”
Kenny: “No jackass, it got you a match with Trevor Blackwell. And do you know what that means?
Vin: “Uh, I should be at the gym.”
Kenny: “Well, yes but that’s beside the point. It means that you are going to lock Trevor in the crucible and break his fucking arms. I don’t want piece of shit to be able to wipe his own ass when you get done with him, ok. I would prefer if he doesn’t even make it to Mayham.”
Diana: “You worried or something babe?” she said in a laughing tone.
Kenny: “Ha, no not at all, I am just worried about this pest taking time and energy away from the building of my church, and the conquest of souls.”
Diana: “Ok sweetie just checking.” She giggles.
Kenny: “And do you know what else?”
Vin: “Obviously not.”
Kenny: “You will have the power of a god in your corner, yes that’s correct; none other than yours truly will be standing in your corner.”
Vin: “That is fucking awesome, finally I get a shot a real wrestler, and with you coaching me from my corner this shit is over. Fuck yeah! And just think when I beat Trevor I should be able to make a run at some gold. Then I should have enough name recognition to grab a sponsor and endorsements and my own product line. Hell yeah that’s what the fuck I’m talking ‘bout bitches.”
Kenny: “Calm down, the enthusiasm is great but you really need to focus on the task at hand. You are right though win or lose it’s a good boost for you.”(under his breath) “And it should at least soften him up some.”
Arcadia: “What’s that Ken?”
Kenny: “Oh. Nothing, nothing, hey a toast to my COK”
They all raise their glasses.
COK: “To your COK!!!!”
Kenny smiles like the Cheshire cat as he slowly strikes the most dramatic “I am God” pose thus far.
Across the bar Vin spots Tony Blackwell sitting at a small table across from a rather inebriated man with a gnarled beard. Inverted shot glass abound the small table as a small group of on lookers chant “Drink, Drink, Drink, Drink” as Tony and the man both toss back a shot. Both men slam their respective glasses down on the table. Tony reaches down and takes a swig from his flask as a chaser. The man starts to lean heavily to the right side of his stool. His ass cheeks straining to keep him held on.
Tony: “Come on you fucking pussy that was only number 32.”
Strange Man: “uggg. Burp. Ok.”
They pour another round of. The glasses go up. The glasses come down. And there goes the stranger, right to the ground. Thud!
The small crowd grabs the man and drags his semi lifeless body into the bathroom. A stench not smelled since the mighty battle of Carthage blasts it way from the restroom as the door is opened and the body of the stranger is thrown atop the pile of previous challengers that night.
Tony: “Damn it! That was the fifth one tonight. Fuck you people don’t know how to drink around here do you? Oh well, anyone else?”
The crowd looks at each other with stares as blank as the face of a deer caught in a pair of headlights.
Disgusted with the lack of takers Tony quickly disperses the small group with a single motion of his massive hand. Vin walks over to Tony.
Vin: “Hey man why don’t you come over and have a drink or twelve with us?”
Tony: “Actually man tonight is a night for me to drink alone but midnight dawns a new day, so I am going to finish this bottle and this flask and then I will be over to say hi and have a few drinks.”
Vin: “You ok bro, you seem, I don’t know, like you have a lot of shit on your mind?”
Tony: “Well, you know you have a match with my brother this week right?
Vin: “Yeah, so.”
Tony: “You see bro, I like you, you seem pretty cool from what I can tell, and, well, I just got the word from upstairs that I will be in my brother’s corner. Nothing personal its just business. Ok?”
Vin: “No worries man, it’s all good.” “Ok man listen, I’m not sure how much longer I will be here but if I am when you do, I’ll buy you your two hundredth round, deal?”
Tony: “Deal”
The pair share a pound and Vin walks back towards the V.I.P. lounge, stopping periodically to dance with one of the many cute girls in the club that night. He finally gets back to the lounge just in time for the wait staff to bring in the life size ice statue of Kenny striking the “I am God” pose. The waiter pulls a bottle of YaggerMister and puts it on the table next to the statue.
Kenny: “Ok who wants a shot?”
Vin: “What the hell is that?”
Kenny: “You’ll see.” “So who’s first?”
Diana: “I’m game.”
Kenny: “Ok, now kneel down in front of the statue.”
Diana: “What?”
Kenny: “Come on its not like it is that much of a stretch.”
Diana: “Ok, Ok.” She giggles.
Kenny: “Now open wide.”
With that the waiter pours the shot into the top of the head on the statue and you see the Yager flow through the statue and out of the groin area right into Diana’s mouth.
Diana: “Mmmm, Yum”
Kenny: “Ok, Who’s next to drink from my COK?”
Vin walks over and motions for the waiter to pour another shot. The COK all look at him in stunned disbelief. The waiter pours the shot. The Yager flows. And just as it leaves the statue Vin, with blinding speed grabs a glass and lets the shot fill it. Takes the drink, and looks at Kenny.
Vin: “You didn’t really think, did you?”
They all break out into hysterical laughter.
Vin: “And on that note I am going to turn in, I have a lot of preparations to do and not a lot of time to do them in. By the way if Tony ever makes it over here, give him a COK shot from me.”
Wednesday 05/07/2008
It was a brisk morning in Raleigh, North Carolina. A layer of fresh dew covered the grass outside the RBC Center. The sun was just starting to peak over the top of the event center. Vin’s breath hung in the air as if it was the outward embodiment of his inner soul. He is dressed in the newest of Kenny Lambardo’s clothing line, the “Fuck my COK” jogging suit($57.99). As Vin begins his daily five mile run he begins to ponder the question that has plagued all of us at one time or another, “am I ready?”.
Vin: “This is going to be a tough one. Kind of like the time those goons from the Banano family tried to set up shop, running numbers out of one of our union halls. Tony asked me and Pete to go “convince” them that they didn’t want to be doing that. Huh. We ran into 7 of those bastards. They left though.”
Vin: “Gotta figure out his weakness, gotta find out what makes him tick, what he cares about, how he thinks, if he thinks. I have to know where his vulnerability lies and exploit the shit out of it. Need to know what his strengths are. Find out what exactly it is that he uses to tip the scales in his favor and neutralize it. The physical battle will be tough but I got that covered, it’s the mental battle that I need to own though. If I can beat him mentally the physical should be no problem.”
Vin: “Mental, mental, how do I work on his mentals. The crowd, they love him he, feeds off that. I can’t stop the crowd from cheering but maybe I can stop him from hearing. But how? A quick ear clap if done right and hard enough should stop him from being able to hear the crowd, or anything else for that matter. Hmm that would be a good time to go for that RKO Kenny was showing us.
Vin: “What else can I do to tip this match in my favor?”
Vin: “Well if he can’t see he can’t fight. So how do I take his eyes out with out actually taking them out of his head?”
Vin: “Yeah, that’s it, eyebrows cut real easy. One or two elbow shots to the eyebrow should open up a nice cut, the blood will drip into his eyes and hell mix that with some sweat and we got a good thing going.”
Vin: “But what if I can’t get that elbow shot in? What if he’s ready for it?”
Vin: “Got it! He won’t be able to block a head but from the lock up. A head butt will open a gash over his eye.”
Vin: “Next, I gotta get him off his feet. The mat is where I wanna be in this fight. So I gotta go for take downs. Problem is Trevor is no fool, he’s been around long enough to spot a take down attempt. Gotta be creative.
Vin: “What if I did a baseball slide between his legs? If I turn onto my stomach while sliding through, I should be fast enough to do a reverse single leg, and crawl his back for a Crucible. And Hell from that position I could either grapevine his legs, or sit in the small of his back, oh hell if I have to I could just smash his fucking face into the mat five or six hundred times. That should work.”
Vin: “Now I know that this isn’t a hardcore match but that fucking Singapore cane is just going to have to be off set by something. But what?
Vin: “Bat? No. Chain? No. But brass knuckles, now they might just do it. I could hide those real easy. Well I won’t pull 'em unless I have to, but I’ll have ‘em anyway.
Vin continues his run right outside Carter-Finley Stadium just behind the RBC Center. He makes his way further around the grounds until he sees, a magnificent statue of a pack of wolves standing guard atop a rock formation, and, in giant red and white writing, “Wolf Pack 1” on the side of the Wendell Murphy Football Center. He decides to stop in to see if they have a vending machine or a water fountain. He walks through the lobby and can see The Wolfpack Football team practicing of their field.
He walks out the doors and over to the field. Just then several of the players who were running laps around the field take notice of him.
Number 17: “Hey, aren’t you Vin “E” Lambardo from APW?”
Vin: “Yeah”
Number 12: “Yo, man you fuckin rock, I don’t give a shit what people say about your brother.”
Vin: “Thanks man, appreciate it.”
Number 42: “You training right now?”
Vin: “Kinda”
Number 17: “COACH!”
The coach runs over to the group.
Coach: “What the fuck are you pansies doing not running?”
Number 12: “Coach its Vin “E” Lambardo”
Coach: “That’s no fucking excuse, now get you butts in gear and hit the fucking turf.” “You don’t see Mr. Lambardo slacking in the ring, do you?” “No you don’t!” “As a matter of a fact if you’re not to busy Mr. Lambardo would you like to show these pathetic excuses for football players how you train?”
Vin: “Why the fuck not.”
For most of the rest of the day Vin trains with the team. Indian sprints, Suicide sprints, death crawls, Tire drills, so forth and so on.
Vin: “Hey guys, it was great working out with you all today but I gotta get going. Listen I called my brother and he said that he would hook the team up with tickets to Overdrive on Monday if you all want.”
The team claps a clap of enthusiastic thanks.
Vin: “Ok, it’s been real, hope to see you guys at the show.”
And Vin walks off finally understanding if only in a small way that that is what this business is really all about. It’s not just about the money, although it would still be worth it if it was. It’s definitely much more than that.
The scene opens in the V.I.P. lounge area of a well known local dance club. This is where we find the COK, minus their illustrious leader, celebrating an amazing overdrive, with the assistance of several bottles of premium liquor, a few blunts, a couple of pills and countless beer bottles.
The pungent aroma of the marijuana smoke mixed with the scent of new leather permeating from the couches under them. The lights from the dance floor created striking visual sensations as the mist from the dry ice machine created a hazy playground for the blunt smoke to dance in.
With glasses raised in song we can hear the Church of Kaos sing…..
COK: “My eyes have seen the glory of the trampling of all you…The COK will bring the rain to APW…Ego Crushers all around starting with that Je(laughter)…We all fucked Lively’s mom.”
They all start laughing.
Vin: “Hey Mike man we’re just fuckin’ with ya, don’t take it personal.”
Lively: “It’s ok man I’m used to it by now.”
It was at that moment that the leader of this pantheon of gladiatorial greatness allowed his presence to be known. A slight clearing of his throat, and an “I am God” pose was all it took to announce his arrival.
Kenny: “Hello my children.”
COK: “Hello Father.”
Kenny: “Well do I have to ask or is someone going to give me that blunt.”
Vin: “Here you go bro.”
Kenny: “Thanks, hey guess what kid. Do you know what putting up with those two miserable sons of bitches that you and Katrina sent off in an ambulance did for you? Hmmm?”
Vin: “Ummm…gave me an ulcer.”
Kenny: “No jackass, it got you a match with Trevor Blackwell. And do you know what that means?
Vin: “Uh, I should be at the gym.”
Kenny: “Well, yes but that’s beside the point. It means that you are going to lock Trevor in the crucible and break his fucking arms. I don’t want piece of shit to be able to wipe his own ass when you get done with him, ok. I would prefer if he doesn’t even make it to Mayham.”
Diana: “You worried or something babe?” she said in a laughing tone.
Kenny: “Ha, no not at all, I am just worried about this pest taking time and energy away from the building of my church, and the conquest of souls.”
Diana: “Ok sweetie just checking.” She giggles.
Kenny: “And do you know what else?”
Vin: “Obviously not.”
Kenny: “You will have the power of a god in your corner, yes that’s correct; none other than yours truly will be standing in your corner.”
Vin: “That is fucking awesome, finally I get a shot a real wrestler, and with you coaching me from my corner this shit is over. Fuck yeah! And just think when I beat Trevor I should be able to make a run at some gold. Then I should have enough name recognition to grab a sponsor and endorsements and my own product line. Hell yeah that’s what the fuck I’m talking ‘bout bitches.”
Kenny: “Calm down, the enthusiasm is great but you really need to focus on the task at hand. You are right though win or lose it’s a good boost for you.”(under his breath) “And it should at least soften him up some.”
Arcadia: “What’s that Ken?”
Kenny: “Oh. Nothing, nothing, hey a toast to my COK”
They all raise their glasses.
COK: “To your COK!!!!”
Kenny smiles like the Cheshire cat as he slowly strikes the most dramatic “I am God” pose thus far.
Across the bar Vin spots Tony Blackwell sitting at a small table across from a rather inebriated man with a gnarled beard. Inverted shot glass abound the small table as a small group of on lookers chant “Drink, Drink, Drink, Drink” as Tony and the man both toss back a shot. Both men slam their respective glasses down on the table. Tony reaches down and takes a swig from his flask as a chaser. The man starts to lean heavily to the right side of his stool. His ass cheeks straining to keep him held on.
Tony: “Come on you fucking pussy that was only number 32.”
Strange Man: “uggg. Burp. Ok.”
They pour another round of. The glasses go up. The glasses come down. And there goes the stranger, right to the ground. Thud!
The small crowd grabs the man and drags his semi lifeless body into the bathroom. A stench not smelled since the mighty battle of Carthage blasts it way from the restroom as the door is opened and the body of the stranger is thrown atop the pile of previous challengers that night.
Tony: “Damn it! That was the fifth one tonight. Fuck you people don’t know how to drink around here do you? Oh well, anyone else?”
The crowd looks at each other with stares as blank as the face of a deer caught in a pair of headlights.
Disgusted with the lack of takers Tony quickly disperses the small group with a single motion of his massive hand. Vin walks over to Tony.
Vin: “Hey man why don’t you come over and have a drink or twelve with us?”
Tony: “Actually man tonight is a night for me to drink alone but midnight dawns a new day, so I am going to finish this bottle and this flask and then I will be over to say hi and have a few drinks.”
Vin: “You ok bro, you seem, I don’t know, like you have a lot of shit on your mind?”
Tony: “Well, you know you have a match with my brother this week right?
Vin: “Yeah, so.”
Tony: “You see bro, I like you, you seem pretty cool from what I can tell, and, well, I just got the word from upstairs that I will be in my brother’s corner. Nothing personal its just business. Ok?”
Vin: “No worries man, it’s all good.” “Ok man listen, I’m not sure how much longer I will be here but if I am when you do, I’ll buy you your two hundredth round, deal?”
Tony: “Deal”
The pair share a pound and Vin walks back towards the V.I.P. lounge, stopping periodically to dance with one of the many cute girls in the club that night. He finally gets back to the lounge just in time for the wait staff to bring in the life size ice statue of Kenny striking the “I am God” pose. The waiter pulls a bottle of YaggerMister and puts it on the table next to the statue.
Kenny: “Ok who wants a shot?”
Vin: “What the hell is that?”
Kenny: “You’ll see.” “So who’s first?”
Diana: “I’m game.”
Kenny: “Ok, now kneel down in front of the statue.”
Diana: “What?”
Kenny: “Come on its not like it is that much of a stretch.”
Diana: “Ok, Ok.” She giggles.
Kenny: “Now open wide.”
With that the waiter pours the shot into the top of the head on the statue and you see the Yager flow through the statue and out of the groin area right into Diana’s mouth.
Diana: “Mmmm, Yum”
Kenny: “Ok, Who’s next to drink from my COK?”
Vin walks over and motions for the waiter to pour another shot. The COK all look at him in stunned disbelief. The waiter pours the shot. The Yager flows. And just as it leaves the statue Vin, with blinding speed grabs a glass and lets the shot fill it. Takes the drink, and looks at Kenny.
Vin: “You didn’t really think, did you?”
They all break out into hysterical laughter.
Vin: “And on that note I am going to turn in, I have a lot of preparations to do and not a lot of time to do them in. By the way if Tony ever makes it over here, give him a COK shot from me.”
Wednesday 05/07/2008
It was a brisk morning in Raleigh, North Carolina. A layer of fresh dew covered the grass outside the RBC Center. The sun was just starting to peak over the top of the event center. Vin’s breath hung in the air as if it was the outward embodiment of his inner soul. He is dressed in the newest of Kenny Lambardo’s clothing line, the “Fuck my COK” jogging suit($57.99). As Vin begins his daily five mile run he begins to ponder the question that has plagued all of us at one time or another, “am I ready?”.
Vin: “This is going to be a tough one. Kind of like the time those goons from the Banano family tried to set up shop, running numbers out of one of our union halls. Tony asked me and Pete to go “convince” them that they didn’t want to be doing that. Huh. We ran into 7 of those bastards. They left though.”
Vin: “Gotta figure out his weakness, gotta find out what makes him tick, what he cares about, how he thinks, if he thinks. I have to know where his vulnerability lies and exploit the shit out of it. Need to know what his strengths are. Find out what exactly it is that he uses to tip the scales in his favor and neutralize it. The physical battle will be tough but I got that covered, it’s the mental battle that I need to own though. If I can beat him mentally the physical should be no problem.”
Vin: “Mental, mental, how do I work on his mentals. The crowd, they love him he, feeds off that. I can’t stop the crowd from cheering but maybe I can stop him from hearing. But how? A quick ear clap if done right and hard enough should stop him from being able to hear the crowd, or anything else for that matter. Hmm that would be a good time to go for that RKO Kenny was showing us.
Vin: “What else can I do to tip this match in my favor?”
Vin: “Well if he can’t see he can’t fight. So how do I take his eyes out with out actually taking them out of his head?”
Vin: “Yeah, that’s it, eyebrows cut real easy. One or two elbow shots to the eyebrow should open up a nice cut, the blood will drip into his eyes and hell mix that with some sweat and we got a good thing going.”
Vin: “But what if I can’t get that elbow shot in? What if he’s ready for it?”
Vin: “Got it! He won’t be able to block a head but from the lock up. A head butt will open a gash over his eye.”
Vin: “Next, I gotta get him off his feet. The mat is where I wanna be in this fight. So I gotta go for take downs. Problem is Trevor is no fool, he’s been around long enough to spot a take down attempt. Gotta be creative.
Vin: “What if I did a baseball slide between his legs? If I turn onto my stomach while sliding through, I should be fast enough to do a reverse single leg, and crawl his back for a Crucible. And Hell from that position I could either grapevine his legs, or sit in the small of his back, oh hell if I have to I could just smash his fucking face into the mat five or six hundred times. That should work.”
Vin: “Now I know that this isn’t a hardcore match but that fucking Singapore cane is just going to have to be off set by something. But what?
Vin: “Bat? No. Chain? No. But brass knuckles, now they might just do it. I could hide those real easy. Well I won’t pull 'em unless I have to, but I’ll have ‘em anyway.
Vin continues his run right outside Carter-Finley Stadium just behind the RBC Center. He makes his way further around the grounds until he sees, a magnificent statue of a pack of wolves standing guard atop a rock formation, and, in giant red and white writing, “Wolf Pack 1” on the side of the Wendell Murphy Football Center. He decides to stop in to see if they have a vending machine or a water fountain. He walks through the lobby and can see The Wolfpack Football team practicing of their field.
He walks out the doors and over to the field. Just then several of the players who were running laps around the field take notice of him.
Number 17: “Hey, aren’t you Vin “E” Lambardo from APW?”
Vin: “Yeah”
Number 12: “Yo, man you fuckin rock, I don’t give a shit what people say about your brother.”
Vin: “Thanks man, appreciate it.”
Number 42: “You training right now?”
Vin: “Kinda”
Number 17: “COACH!”
The coach runs over to the group.
Coach: “What the fuck are you pansies doing not running?”
Number 12: “Coach its Vin “E” Lambardo”
Coach: “That’s no fucking excuse, now get you butts in gear and hit the fucking turf.” “You don’t see Mr. Lambardo slacking in the ring, do you?” “No you don’t!” “As a matter of a fact if you’re not to busy Mr. Lambardo would you like to show these pathetic excuses for football players how you train?”
Vin: “Why the fuck not.”
For most of the rest of the day Vin trains with the team. Indian sprints, Suicide sprints, death crawls, Tire drills, so forth and so on.
Vin: “Hey guys, it was great working out with you all today but I gotta get going. Listen I called my brother and he said that he would hook the team up with tickets to Overdrive on Monday if you all want.”
The team claps a clap of enthusiastic thanks.
Vin: “Ok, it’s been real, hope to see you guys at the show.”
And Vin walks off finally understanding if only in a small way that that is what this business is really all about. It’s not just about the money, although it would still be worth it if it was. It’s definitely much more than that.
