Post by THERE IS A GOD on May 11, 2008 20:41:32 GMT -4
[glow=red,2,300]RATED PG-13
FOR STRONG LANGUAGE, AND BRIEF SEXUAL SITUATIONS[/glow]
[/b][/center]FOR STRONG LANGUAGE, AND BRIEF SEXUAL SITUATIONS[/glow]
All Hail the “Church of Kaos”!!! All hail “The Hammer of God” Vin E Lambardo, and “The One Winged Angel” Katrina Olivetti, for they destroyed their frozen, and child-like opponents within the sanctity of the arena parking lot. All hail “That Goddess” Diana Steel, “The Spirit of Kaos” Tara Jacobs, and “The Jesus of Wrestling” Michael “Christ” Lively, for they formed together strongly against the growing weakness of broken lines, and mistrust in a disassembled ‘team’ representing the latest version of what was surely only to the benefit of one Trevor Blackwell. Blessed are we to win the matches. Blessed are we that sweep through your minds, your souls, your hearts, your Overdrives… Through the glory of Kaos you find the future of this business. You find those with the destinies of legends, myths, and gods. Through us you find your first APW World Tag Team Champions, Diana Steel, and Tara Jacobs… Through us you find the future of Overdrive, Michael Lively… Through us you find the future of Xtreme, Vin E Lambardo… For we are the kingdom, and the power, and the glory! In the name of the Kaos, and the Lion, and the Unholy Spirit… Forever, and ever, Amen…
Behold the power of “The Living God” Sgt. Kenny Lambardo. A man transcended to a God with the undying benevolence to give the experience, and wisdom of biblical per portions in an attempt to transcend others with him. Behold a merciful god, with the will to create legends, and legacies far beyond his own. But as merciful as his lord Kaos is, far is it outweighed by his KaotiK vengeance. Vengence is his, and only his, so sayeth the Kaos, and so shall it be… and that was exactly what this match was about. It was about vengeance. Vengeance against a man derived from the very SIN Scum that “The High Flyiah Messiah” had grown to hate so much, so many years before. Vengeance against Seth Storm, and perhaps the very heart of the SIN Scum himself…
It was a time of secrets here in APW… Everyone has there secrets, but some secrets have more depth than others. President Jeff had a secret, apparently one that he had been hiding from his buddy, Kenny. A secret so powerful that “The Career Killer” Trevor Blackwell was able to use against Jeff in order to ‘buy’ himself a free Title shot that he didn’t earn to begin with… A secret that was bound to be found out eventually, whether via that mouth of Hurricane Jeff, or the suffering of Trevor Blackwell… Secrets are funny like that, and Sgt. Lambardo knew a secret about Seth Storm…
Our show opens with an Action Packed house on yet another one of Action Packed Wrestling’s famed house shows live, from the RBC Center in Raleigh, North Carolina, via web cast at www.actionpackedwrestling.tk. The camera pans the crowd with fans screaming their hearts out for just the chance and opportunity of less than half a second’s worth of time on camera. It was quite pathetic. However, these cheers of faith from the fans that have come to be called the faithful themselves would quickly come to a hush in response to a sudden sweeping darkness, as these solemn words were heard over the P.A. system:
“And Shepherds we shall be
For thee my lord for thee
Power hath descended forth from thy hand
That our feet my swiftly carry out thy command
So shall we flow a river forth to thee
And teeming with souls shall it ever be
Those were That Goddess’s words to thee…”
A church bell rang…
“For the Hammer of God is still not done
And the One Winged Angel hath finally sung
For the Jesus of the Wrestling, he hath come”
The bell rang again…
“And all that exists, would now be claimed
Within the winds, and rains of a Hurricane
So may Kaos have the mercy on your soul
That Spirit lacks on your body
In nomine Patris et Filii et Spiritus KaotiK”
And again…
“All Hail the “Church of Kaos”
The opening lines to “Cigaro” by System of a Down assaulted the loud speakers like Sgt. Kenny Lambardo in a match with Seth Storm… Wait? Isn’t that the match that we’re going to have on Monday? This doesn’t look good for the APW’s resident scumbag.
“My “CoK” is much bigger than yours
My “CoK” can walk right trough your door
With a feeling so pure
It has you screaming back for more!”
The music continues, and the fans boo viciously in anticipation of who could arguably be the most hated man in the history of Action Packed Wrestling. The spotlight illuminates the entryway to the stage to reveal… Nobody! The music cuts, and starts up to again no avail. The fans boo ever louder, and break into a chant of “You Fucked Up! You Fucked Up! You Fucked Up!”
Harvey: Um… I don’t know what is going on right now folks.
Chase: Kenny Lambardo is scheduled for an in ring promo right now…
Harvey: I’ve just been told that we need to go to a commercial…
The screen fades to black.
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Our commercial begins with a beautiful shot of a planet closely resembling that of our galaxy’s Saturn. The sounds of a Gregorian chant fill the silence as a large space craft flies through the shot, sporting an insignia that read “UNSC”. The screen fades to black, and a voice is heard.
[glow=red,2,300]HARRISON FORD
AS
COMMANDER KEYES [/glow]
Harrison Ford: Alright then… Bring us back up to Security Alert: Alpha.
The scene again, fades to black…
[glow=red,2,300]WESLEY SNIPES
AS
SERGEANT MAJOR JOHNSON[/glow]
The scene cuts to a barracks, as a squad of marines all sporting heavy Kevlar armor, helmets, and rifles the likes of which could only be found on a video game console.
Wesley Snipes: Keep your eye on the sight, your finger on your trigger, and we all go home in one peace. Am I right marines!?!
Marines: HOOAAH!!!
The scene cuts to see Harrison Ford in a grey naval-like uniform, standing at the head of a bridge that you would find in the like of Science-Fiction movies such as these.
Harrison Ford: I want everyone at their stations.
The scene fades to black for a third time…
[glow=red,2,300]MILLA JOVOVICH
AS
CORTANA[/glow]
As the scene cuts back in, next to Mr. Ford is the holographic image of one Milla Jovovich in a violet color. The image is being projected from a panel to his left, and is only about a foot tall.
Milla Jovovich: Everyone sir?
The shot again, goes to black, and the reflection of a gold visor is soon seen only to vanish just as quickly…
[glow=red,2,300]AND INTRODUCING
SGT. KENNY LAMBARDO
AS
THE MASTER CHIEF[/glow]
A voice is heard…
Harrison Ford: Everyone.
The shot cuts to that of a large ring in the orbit of an unknown planet as the ship from the beginning of the commercial goes plummeting for it with a squadron of purple alien-like space fighters firing upon it the whole way through. The shot again goes to black, leaving only the image of the fading ring, and one word as the chants slow to a stop…
[glow=red,2,300]HALO[/glow]
-------------------------------
Action Packed Wrestling comes back from commercial, and the camera finds itself in the back halls of the RBC Center, following a very aggravated APW President, Hurricane Jeff after just being told that another one of his athletes had just decided not to shoot a promo for his match. Worse than that, this superstar happened to be the bread, and butter of the company… The APW World Heavyweight Champion, Sgt. Kenny Lambardo. Jeff rounded the corner, and headed toward his office, only to find “The Dark Paladin of Kaos”, “The Dark Sprit of Kaos” Tara Jacobs leaning against the wall by the door with her arms folded.
What could be said about “Spirit” Tara Jacobs? What indeed? She was quiet, and Kenny liked quiet. She did her job with no issue, or word. She served as a kind of inspiration to his lord. Like an old American President, whose name should not have to be spoken had once said: “Speak softly, but carry a big stick.” In the case of STJ on the other hand she didn’t need the stick. She also happened to be one half of the greatest Tag Team Champions that the industry had ever conceived, and their reign was coming, and it was coming soon…
Mr. RASSLEMANIA approached as he spoke. “Have you seen Kenny?” His tone told the tales of his frustration with the KaotiK. “He just cost me ten grand, and I swear to god if he doesn’t shoot a promo this week…”
The APW President, Hurricane Jeff got a hand onto the handle of his office door, and was quickly cut by the soft spoken voice of the dark paladin. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”
Jeff stopped dead in his tracks, and turned his gaze to meet the eyes of Tara Jacobs with a look that only a management can give. “Last I checked this was my office. In fact, the last time I checked, you don’t get to tell me what to do, and I sign your paycheck. So if you still want to get a paycheck, I suggest that you go find Kenny, and bring his soon to be sorry ass to my office.”
“Oh, I won’t have to go very far.” She responded with a quick wit as Jeff proceeded to open the door.
Jeff quickly closed the door again, with screams coming from inside the office.
“I told you that you didn’t want to go in there.” Spirit interjected with a chuckle.
“I did not just see that.” HJ said shocked. “Please tell me that I did not just see that.
“Oh you saw it all right.” Spirit said, again with a chuckle. “So… Is Kenny’s CoK much bigger than yours?” The laughter continued.
Jeff seemed not to be nearly as amused by “The KaotiK Spirit”. The door opened behind him to reveal exactly the person that he wanted in his office to begin with, Action Packed Wrestling’s World Heavyweight Champion, “The Ego Crusher” Sgt. Kenny Lambardo in the process of zipping his fly, the World Heavyweight Championship Belt loosely hanging from his waist.
“Wussup, Superhero?” Kenny asked with a grin that showed his embarrassment as he walked passed the boss.
And who would be next out of the door? Who do you think? None other than the bride to be… The other half of the Tag Team Champions of Legend… A woman transcended to that of a goddess, “That Goddess” Diana Steel. Or should we just begin to call her Diana Lambardo, and get it over with already. She however did not have a fly to zip, merely a skirt to adjust.
“Hi Jeffy.” Diana walked by the Hurricane with a smile that simply said: victory.
“I’m going to pretend like I didn’t just see that happen on my desk, and you’re going to pretend that you were on time to the promo slot that you just missed.” He said to Lambardo.
“Sorry, boss. I’ve been so busy with the movie, and the championship belt, I’ve barely have had any time to…” Kenny responded.
“Kenny,” Diana interjected, “I don’t think that you want to finish that sentence. Jeffy is in a mood.”
“Look, I’ll go shoot an interview, and I’ll pay for any costs that you may have suffered because of it.” Kenny said in an attempt to save his own ass.
“I’ve taken a lot of risks backing you, Kenny.” Jeff said to the champ. “Don’t screw this up.”
“I won’t. As far as I’m concerned I owe you a lot. This federation was exactly what I needed after the marines, regardless of how much time it took me to get here. It’s helped my head, and reunited me with the girl that taught me what the term ‘unconditional love’ means. You brought Diana Steel back into my life, and for that I could never repay you enough. That doesn’t mean that I can’t try however. I swear to you now, as the god I am, that I will become the embodiment of this company, and take it to heights that none of us dreamed possibly. You’re worried about some asshole that didn’t show up to shoot his promo, and I’m worried about defending the APW World Heavyweight Championship, at RASSLEMANIA V!”
APW President Jeff just looked upon Kenny with a smile.
“Go make me proud.” Jeff replied simply.
The Perfecta Trifecta, STJ, Diana Steel, and Kenny Lambardo made their way to the Overdrive Mural, and as if by the will of Kaos itself, Cindy Shannon was setting up for an interview with Seth Storm. Fortunately it appeared that our prodigy of the once “Franchise Player” Andy McHeyman had again not shown up for work.
“How are you, Cindy.” Kenny said with a suave Lambardo smile.
“Pretty crappy,” she responded, “I swear if these stars don’t start picking me over Phil my career is going to go absolutely no where.”
“You always have me.” The sergeant was quick with his response.
Diana cleared her throat in that very loud, and sarcastic kind of way.
“Anyway,” Diana interjected, “my Kenny needs to do an interview, and since you seem to have little more to do than paint your toenails, I think that you should get to work.”
Cindy promptly centered the camera that stood on the tripod before them, and set the machine to record. Kenny pulled the championship belt from his waist, and securely placed it over his shoulder. Diana, and Spirit stood off screen as the god did what he did best.
“I’m standing here with professional wrestling’s only marine, and the APW World Heavyweight Champion, “The Ego Crusher” Kenny Lambardo, in an unscheduled interview that was demanded to take place just moments ago. So… I guess that my first question would have to be, why did you want this interview in the first place? Cindy opened up quite well with that one.
The Champion answered. “You see, Cindy, there are a few things that I need to get off my chest. There is a record that I have to set straight. Right before my tour in the marines I was in another one of President Jeff’s federations called WWC. Now recently my brother would accuse Seth Storm’s mentor, another piece of SIN Scum named Andy McDonald’s or something like that, of stealing this federation from our beloved Jeff. This did not seem to go over to well with Mr. Storm if you could not imagine.”
“Wonder why that could be?” Diana said sarcastically from off camera.
“I’m here to say that my brother was wrong. Andy “Ronald” McHeyman legally took ownership of the business from the man that Jeff had originally handed it down to. You see, it was never Jeff’s intentions for WWC to fall into those hands to begin with, or at least that’s how I see it. From there, in the days of Kid Lightning, would Andy show his true colors, and nature, turning WWC into a show that entertained no one but him!
“That was a pretty hefty accusation unto itself.”
“You know what’s a hefty accusation, Seth Storm claiming to have beat Kenny Lambardo. I remember a promo back in the days of the WWF, well after Kevin Nash left, in which Diesel came to the ring. So it really wasn’t Diesel then. It was actually Kane without his mask, and a pair of sunglasses, because Kane looked like Diesel.”
“Get to the point.” You can hear “Spirit” Tara Jacobs in the background.
“My point is not so much a point as it is a question. A question that can only be answered by Seth Storm, and I… Did you really beat me, or did you pin someone else? Was it really Seth Storm pinning Kenny Lambardo, or the playmate of a wannabe Icon pinning some look alike because I just couldn’t take the fucking scum that you, and Andy are anymore!?! Which one is it Seth? Which one? Huh? HUH!?!
“You seem to have a lot of pent up frustration against this poor fellow.” Cindy interjected.
“You don’t know the half of it!” Diana is again heard from off screen.
“I’ve been waiting to see how long it would take for this match to get made. I hate SIN scum with an undying hatred unlike any other. When Jeff gave me this match I wasn’t disappointed, I saw opportunity… The opportunity to do something that should have been done so long ago. I’m going to show all the scum of this federation exactly what it means to be anything other than the most respectful to your lord Kaos. You almost want to feel bad for the pup. I mean after he had the Crucible locked in by my brother Vin, you think that a match with the most skilled athlete in sports entertainment today, Sgt. Kenny Lambardo would just be overkill.”
“Do you have any strategies going into this match on Monday?” Cindy asked another question.
“This match is going to be real simple. I’m going to walk into the ring. I’m going to hit the Ego Crusher. I’m going to walk out. If you thought that my match with John Green was a short match, wait until you get a load of this. I want to see what happens to a man that claims to be the greatest technical wrestler to ever hit the industry when he steps into the ring with a living god the likes of me! Wait a minute. I know what’s going to happen. I’m going to kill him. It is plain, and simple. I’m going to fucking kill him. I hate that son of a bitch, and now I finally get the vengeance that I so rightfully deserve. And this is not just vengeance for me. Not just for the things that the SIN scum did to my fiancé, or the things that they put us through, or the title that they illegally stripped my client of. This is vengeance for everyone that was screwed over back in the day. Everyone who has any complaint about that piece of shit trainer of his will fuel my power that much more! Why? Because all I see is another Andy McHeyman, and that is the worst thing that anyone could see in him.”
“Do your thing, baby!” There was Diana again.
“Let the APW put on notice. A match like this is not a push, and it is not a job. This match is an example. This is punishment. This is the what happens when you piss off the boss. You end up in a match with a God. And let me tell you there is no Archangel in the service of anyone that can stand up to my godly shit! May we all learn from Seth Storm, and not end up in his predicament. This match is going to be a massacre. Seth Storm’s is an Ego that begged to be Crushed, and that was exactly what is going to happen at Overdrive. Stepping into the ring with Kenny Lambardo isn’t like stepping into any other ring like it. The ring is my playground, and my boot camp. The pain that will be inflicted on you will be the weakness driven from your soul, and your healing will finally begin… Hear ‘my’ gospel, as spoken by the ‘true’ savior, Sgt. Kenny Lambardo. Be prepared Seth, because the light at the end of your tunnel isn’t heaven. It’s a freight train headed your way…
Kenny continues. “It’s funny. You once said to my brother, that me, and my last name weren’t going to be able to help him from you. Hell. Well it might have saved you.
The screen fades to black on Kenny striking his signature “I am God” pose © as Action Packed Wrestling hits another commercial break.
“I love when he does that.”
Behold the power of “The Living God” Sgt. Kenny Lambardo. A man transcended to a God with the undying benevolence to give the experience, and wisdom of biblical per portions in an attempt to transcend others with him. Behold a merciful god, with the will to create legends, and legacies far beyond his own. But as merciful as his lord Kaos is, far is it outweighed by his KaotiK vengeance. Vengence is his, and only his, so sayeth the Kaos, and so shall it be… and that was exactly what this match was about. It was about vengeance. Vengeance against a man derived from the very SIN Scum that “The High Flyiah Messiah” had grown to hate so much, so many years before. Vengeance against Seth Storm, and perhaps the very heart of the SIN Scum himself…
It was a time of secrets here in APW… Everyone has there secrets, but some secrets have more depth than others. President Jeff had a secret, apparently one that he had been hiding from his buddy, Kenny. A secret so powerful that “The Career Killer” Trevor Blackwell was able to use against Jeff in order to ‘buy’ himself a free Title shot that he didn’t earn to begin with… A secret that was bound to be found out eventually, whether via that mouth of Hurricane Jeff, or the suffering of Trevor Blackwell… Secrets are funny like that, and Sgt. Lambardo knew a secret about Seth Storm…
Our show opens with an Action Packed house on yet another one of Action Packed Wrestling’s famed house shows live, from the RBC Center in Raleigh, North Carolina, via web cast at www.actionpackedwrestling.tk. The camera pans the crowd with fans screaming their hearts out for just the chance and opportunity of less than half a second’s worth of time on camera. It was quite pathetic. However, these cheers of faith from the fans that have come to be called the faithful themselves would quickly come to a hush in response to a sudden sweeping darkness, as these solemn words were heard over the P.A. system:
“And Shepherds we shall be
For thee my lord for thee
Power hath descended forth from thy hand
That our feet my swiftly carry out thy command
So shall we flow a river forth to thee
And teeming with souls shall it ever be
Those were That Goddess’s words to thee…”
A church bell rang…
“For the Hammer of God is still not done
And the One Winged Angel hath finally sung
For the Jesus of the Wrestling, he hath come”
The bell rang again…
“And all that exists, would now be claimed
Within the winds, and rains of a Hurricane
So may Kaos have the mercy on your soul
That Spirit lacks on your body
In nomine Patris et Filii et Spiritus KaotiK”
And again…
“All Hail the “Church of Kaos”
The opening lines to “Cigaro” by System of a Down assaulted the loud speakers like Sgt. Kenny Lambardo in a match with Seth Storm… Wait? Isn’t that the match that we’re going to have on Monday? This doesn’t look good for the APW’s resident scumbag.
“My “CoK” is much bigger than yours
My “CoK” can walk right trough your door
With a feeling so pure
It has you screaming back for more!”
The music continues, and the fans boo viciously in anticipation of who could arguably be the most hated man in the history of Action Packed Wrestling. The spotlight illuminates the entryway to the stage to reveal… Nobody! The music cuts, and starts up to again no avail. The fans boo ever louder, and break into a chant of “You Fucked Up! You Fucked Up! You Fucked Up!”
Harvey: Um… I don’t know what is going on right now folks.
Chase: Kenny Lambardo is scheduled for an in ring promo right now…
Harvey: I’ve just been told that we need to go to a commercial…
The screen fades to black.
-------------------------------
Our commercial begins with a beautiful shot of a planet closely resembling that of our galaxy’s Saturn. The sounds of a Gregorian chant fill the silence as a large space craft flies through the shot, sporting an insignia that read “UNSC”. The screen fades to black, and a voice is heard.
[glow=red,2,300]HARRISON FORD
AS
COMMANDER KEYES [/glow]
Harrison Ford: Alright then… Bring us back up to Security Alert: Alpha.
The scene again, fades to black…
[glow=red,2,300]WESLEY SNIPES
AS
SERGEANT MAJOR JOHNSON[/glow]
The scene cuts to a barracks, as a squad of marines all sporting heavy Kevlar armor, helmets, and rifles the likes of which could only be found on a video game console.
Wesley Snipes: Keep your eye on the sight, your finger on your trigger, and we all go home in one peace. Am I right marines!?!
Marines: HOOAAH!!!
The scene cuts to see Harrison Ford in a grey naval-like uniform, standing at the head of a bridge that you would find in the like of Science-Fiction movies such as these.
Harrison Ford: I want everyone at their stations.
The scene fades to black for a third time…
[glow=red,2,300]MILLA JOVOVICH
AS
CORTANA[/glow]
As the scene cuts back in, next to Mr. Ford is the holographic image of one Milla Jovovich in a violet color. The image is being projected from a panel to his left, and is only about a foot tall.
Milla Jovovich: Everyone sir?
The shot again, goes to black, and the reflection of a gold visor is soon seen only to vanish just as quickly…
[glow=red,2,300]AND INTRODUCING
SGT. KENNY LAMBARDO
AS
THE MASTER CHIEF[/glow]
A voice is heard…
Harrison Ford: Everyone.
The shot cuts to that of a large ring in the orbit of an unknown planet as the ship from the beginning of the commercial goes plummeting for it with a squadron of purple alien-like space fighters firing upon it the whole way through. The shot again goes to black, leaving only the image of the fading ring, and one word as the chants slow to a stop…
[glow=red,2,300]HALO[/glow]
-------------------------------
Action Packed Wrestling comes back from commercial, and the camera finds itself in the back halls of the RBC Center, following a very aggravated APW President, Hurricane Jeff after just being told that another one of his athletes had just decided not to shoot a promo for his match. Worse than that, this superstar happened to be the bread, and butter of the company… The APW World Heavyweight Champion, Sgt. Kenny Lambardo. Jeff rounded the corner, and headed toward his office, only to find “The Dark Paladin of Kaos”, “The Dark Sprit of Kaos” Tara Jacobs leaning against the wall by the door with her arms folded.
What could be said about “Spirit” Tara Jacobs? What indeed? She was quiet, and Kenny liked quiet. She did her job with no issue, or word. She served as a kind of inspiration to his lord. Like an old American President, whose name should not have to be spoken had once said: “Speak softly, but carry a big stick.” In the case of STJ on the other hand she didn’t need the stick. She also happened to be one half of the greatest Tag Team Champions that the industry had ever conceived, and their reign was coming, and it was coming soon…
Mr. RASSLEMANIA approached as he spoke. “Have you seen Kenny?” His tone told the tales of his frustration with the KaotiK. “He just cost me ten grand, and I swear to god if he doesn’t shoot a promo this week…”
The APW President, Hurricane Jeff got a hand onto the handle of his office door, and was quickly cut by the soft spoken voice of the dark paladin. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”
Jeff stopped dead in his tracks, and turned his gaze to meet the eyes of Tara Jacobs with a look that only a management can give. “Last I checked this was my office. In fact, the last time I checked, you don’t get to tell me what to do, and I sign your paycheck. So if you still want to get a paycheck, I suggest that you go find Kenny, and bring his soon to be sorry ass to my office.”
“Oh, I won’t have to go very far.” She responded with a quick wit as Jeff proceeded to open the door.
Jeff quickly closed the door again, with screams coming from inside the office.
“I told you that you didn’t want to go in there.” Spirit interjected with a chuckle.
“I did not just see that.” HJ said shocked. “Please tell me that I did not just see that.
“Oh you saw it all right.” Spirit said, again with a chuckle. “So… Is Kenny’s CoK much bigger than yours?” The laughter continued.
Jeff seemed not to be nearly as amused by “The KaotiK Spirit”. The door opened behind him to reveal exactly the person that he wanted in his office to begin with, Action Packed Wrestling’s World Heavyweight Champion, “The Ego Crusher” Sgt. Kenny Lambardo in the process of zipping his fly, the World Heavyweight Championship Belt loosely hanging from his waist.
“Wussup, Superhero?” Kenny asked with a grin that showed his embarrassment as he walked passed the boss.
And who would be next out of the door? Who do you think? None other than the bride to be… The other half of the Tag Team Champions of Legend… A woman transcended to that of a goddess, “That Goddess” Diana Steel. Or should we just begin to call her Diana Lambardo, and get it over with already. She however did not have a fly to zip, merely a skirt to adjust.
“Hi Jeffy.” Diana walked by the Hurricane with a smile that simply said: victory.
“I’m going to pretend like I didn’t just see that happen on my desk, and you’re going to pretend that you were on time to the promo slot that you just missed.” He said to Lambardo.
“Sorry, boss. I’ve been so busy with the movie, and the championship belt, I’ve barely have had any time to…” Kenny responded.
“Kenny,” Diana interjected, “I don’t think that you want to finish that sentence. Jeffy is in a mood.”
“Look, I’ll go shoot an interview, and I’ll pay for any costs that you may have suffered because of it.” Kenny said in an attempt to save his own ass.
“I’ve taken a lot of risks backing you, Kenny.” Jeff said to the champ. “Don’t screw this up.”
“I won’t. As far as I’m concerned I owe you a lot. This federation was exactly what I needed after the marines, regardless of how much time it took me to get here. It’s helped my head, and reunited me with the girl that taught me what the term ‘unconditional love’ means. You brought Diana Steel back into my life, and for that I could never repay you enough. That doesn’t mean that I can’t try however. I swear to you now, as the god I am, that I will become the embodiment of this company, and take it to heights that none of us dreamed possibly. You’re worried about some asshole that didn’t show up to shoot his promo, and I’m worried about defending the APW World Heavyweight Championship, at RASSLEMANIA V!”
APW President Jeff just looked upon Kenny with a smile.
“Go make me proud.” Jeff replied simply.
The Perfecta Trifecta, STJ, Diana Steel, and Kenny Lambardo made their way to the Overdrive Mural, and as if by the will of Kaos itself, Cindy Shannon was setting up for an interview with Seth Storm. Fortunately it appeared that our prodigy of the once “Franchise Player” Andy McHeyman had again not shown up for work.
“How are you, Cindy.” Kenny said with a suave Lambardo smile.
“Pretty crappy,” she responded, “I swear if these stars don’t start picking me over Phil my career is going to go absolutely no where.”
“You always have me.” The sergeant was quick with his response.
Diana cleared her throat in that very loud, and sarcastic kind of way.
“Anyway,” Diana interjected, “my Kenny needs to do an interview, and since you seem to have little more to do than paint your toenails, I think that you should get to work.”
Cindy promptly centered the camera that stood on the tripod before them, and set the machine to record. Kenny pulled the championship belt from his waist, and securely placed it over his shoulder. Diana, and Spirit stood off screen as the god did what he did best.
“I’m standing here with professional wrestling’s only marine, and the APW World Heavyweight Champion, “The Ego Crusher” Kenny Lambardo, in an unscheduled interview that was demanded to take place just moments ago. So… I guess that my first question would have to be, why did you want this interview in the first place? Cindy opened up quite well with that one.
The Champion answered. “You see, Cindy, there are a few things that I need to get off my chest. There is a record that I have to set straight. Right before my tour in the marines I was in another one of President Jeff’s federations called WWC. Now recently my brother would accuse Seth Storm’s mentor, another piece of SIN Scum named Andy McDonald’s or something like that, of stealing this federation from our beloved Jeff. This did not seem to go over to well with Mr. Storm if you could not imagine.”
“Wonder why that could be?” Diana said sarcastically from off camera.
“I’m here to say that my brother was wrong. Andy “Ronald” McHeyman legally took ownership of the business from the man that Jeff had originally handed it down to. You see, it was never Jeff’s intentions for WWC to fall into those hands to begin with, or at least that’s how I see it. From there, in the days of Kid Lightning, would Andy show his true colors, and nature, turning WWC into a show that entertained no one but him!
“That was a pretty hefty accusation unto itself.”
“You know what’s a hefty accusation, Seth Storm claiming to have beat Kenny Lambardo. I remember a promo back in the days of the WWF, well after Kevin Nash left, in which Diesel came to the ring. So it really wasn’t Diesel then. It was actually Kane without his mask, and a pair of sunglasses, because Kane looked like Diesel.”
“Get to the point.” You can hear “Spirit” Tara Jacobs in the background.
“My point is not so much a point as it is a question. A question that can only be answered by Seth Storm, and I… Did you really beat me, or did you pin someone else? Was it really Seth Storm pinning Kenny Lambardo, or the playmate of a wannabe Icon pinning some look alike because I just couldn’t take the fucking scum that you, and Andy are anymore!?! Which one is it Seth? Which one? Huh? HUH!?!
“You seem to have a lot of pent up frustration against this poor fellow.” Cindy interjected.
“You don’t know the half of it!” Diana is again heard from off screen.
“I’ve been waiting to see how long it would take for this match to get made. I hate SIN scum with an undying hatred unlike any other. When Jeff gave me this match I wasn’t disappointed, I saw opportunity… The opportunity to do something that should have been done so long ago. I’m going to show all the scum of this federation exactly what it means to be anything other than the most respectful to your lord Kaos. You almost want to feel bad for the pup. I mean after he had the Crucible locked in by my brother Vin, you think that a match with the most skilled athlete in sports entertainment today, Sgt. Kenny Lambardo would just be overkill.”
“Do you have any strategies going into this match on Monday?” Cindy asked another question.
“This match is going to be real simple. I’m going to walk into the ring. I’m going to hit the Ego Crusher. I’m going to walk out. If you thought that my match with John Green was a short match, wait until you get a load of this. I want to see what happens to a man that claims to be the greatest technical wrestler to ever hit the industry when he steps into the ring with a living god the likes of me! Wait a minute. I know what’s going to happen. I’m going to kill him. It is plain, and simple. I’m going to fucking kill him. I hate that son of a bitch, and now I finally get the vengeance that I so rightfully deserve. And this is not just vengeance for me. Not just for the things that the SIN scum did to my fiancé, or the things that they put us through, or the title that they illegally stripped my client of. This is vengeance for everyone that was screwed over back in the day. Everyone who has any complaint about that piece of shit trainer of his will fuel my power that much more! Why? Because all I see is another Andy McHeyman, and that is the worst thing that anyone could see in him.”
“Do your thing, baby!” There was Diana again.
“Let the APW put on notice. A match like this is not a push, and it is not a job. This match is an example. This is punishment. This is the what happens when you piss off the boss. You end up in a match with a God. And let me tell you there is no Archangel in the service of anyone that can stand up to my godly shit! May we all learn from Seth Storm, and not end up in his predicament. This match is going to be a massacre. Seth Storm’s is an Ego that begged to be Crushed, and that was exactly what is going to happen at Overdrive. Stepping into the ring with Kenny Lambardo isn’t like stepping into any other ring like it. The ring is my playground, and my boot camp. The pain that will be inflicted on you will be the weakness driven from your soul, and your healing will finally begin… Hear ‘my’ gospel, as spoken by the ‘true’ savior, Sgt. Kenny Lambardo. Be prepared Seth, because the light at the end of your tunnel isn’t heaven. It’s a freight train headed your way…
Kenny continues. “It’s funny. You once said to my brother, that me, and my last name weren’t going to be able to help him from you. Hell. Well it might have saved you.
The screen fades to black on Kenny striking his signature “I am God” pose © as Action Packed Wrestling hits another commercial break.
“I love when he does that.”
