Post by THERE IS A GOD on May 19, 2008 1:44:15 GMT -4
Some people say that life isn’t hard. Some people say that life is too hard. These too kinds of people share one thing in common. They don’t know what it is too hurt, to have pain, and to really have life be hard on them. Life is so much more precious than that. So much more than the series of moments that make up time itself, but the relationships that create those moments that is truly important. There are people in the world that care for absolutely no one but themselves, and there are people in the world that truly care about others. Now these people are starting to become a real problem. What’s a GOD to do?
Last week we saw the end of the SIN Scum, Seth Storm. We saw Kenny Lambardo’s first student yet again demolish “The E-Starr” Jake Ruby. We saw President Jeff named as Kenny Lambardo’s Best Man, and “Spirit” Tara Jacobs named as Diana Steel’s Maid of Honor. We saw President Jeff announce the coming of the first APW Tag Team Champions at Mayhem, and that means Diana Steel, and Tara Jacobs are taking the gold home to the CoK! We saw President Jeff announce Vin E Lambardo to take on Tony Blackwell for the APW Xtreme Championship. We saw jealousy in Justin Job. A man that has to attack Lively, the same way that Tony would attack Vin E. But we expect that kind of thing from The Job Squad, now don’t we?
“Yeah Jeffy, I’m walking out the door now.” Diana said into her cell phone as she closed the door behind her.
Kenny laid on the couch of the Church of Kaos locker room, watching the door across the room from him as it closed behind Diana. The APW World Heavyweight Champion, “The Ego Crusher” Sgt. Kenny Lambardo sat up on the couch. He took the Championship Belt from the arm of the chair, and put placed it home, securely over his shoulder.
Lambardo’s chest hurt. His heart pounded against his sternum so hard that it giggled the United States Marine Dog Tags that hung around his neck. Something wasn’t right. Something was wrong with the only girl that he had ever known how to love, and there was nothing he could do about it. “That Girl” wanted him to be there so much, but when the time came to deal with the problem there was someone else there, someone who was not our lord…
And you think that it’s bad to have your fiancé be helped by another man in her time of need. You think that it’s bad when it’s not you that can help her? You think it’s bad that you can’t ‘be’ there to help her? Let’s make it a little worse for you. Make this man, not a man at all. Make this man a Superhero, and your best friend. Your boss… Yep! You guessed it. This man is Hurricane Jeff.
Our lord rose from his quite comfy couch, and approached the vending machine in the corner, because when your chest hurts, and your heart is pounding, you know the first thing you need is an energy drink! The messiah retrieved his card from his pocket. It was yet another, in an endless supply of gifts from his sponsors, MONSTER ENERGY. He slid the card into the machine, and it promptly produced a MONSTER BFC.
The godly one placed the card back where he found it, and opened the giant can with a snap. He gulped away at the sweet nectar, trying to forget how a day for Diana, and him turned into a day that was ruined, and seemingly saved by the same man. He drank, drowning in the fluids. At least he wanted to drown.
The door opened behind him, and the KaotiK turned on heel to be greeted by none other than two of the greatest up, and comers in the business today, Vin E Lambardo, and Michael Lively. The World Champion traded a clasp of the hand, and touch of the shoulder with each.
“Well don’t you just look fucking happy?” Vin E said with such abnoxious sarcasm you just wanted to kick him in the nuts. “Aren’t you and Diana spending the day together to get your heads out of this whole nonsense with secrets, and the wedding, and shit?”
Vin E was good like that. Straight to the point, the way that a Lambardo should be. No beating around the bush. No lies. No manipulations. You could actually trust Vin E, and that was saying something about a Lambardo. Vin E was a man that wanted two things out of life. The first he accomplished in finding his brother. The second was to impress his brother which he was long on the road to doing. Unlike a particular Blackwell that we all know, you could trust Vin E to do what he said that he was going to do, and not make excuses about it later. Vin E was someone that you could team with, and not someone that would just use you for the betterment of his career.
“Do you see Diana here?!” Kenny responded with irritation in his voice.
“Does it have something to do with Jeff again?” The little Lambardo was just picking out all the winners today.
“You really need to think twice before you speak Vin.” Michael Lively interjected suddenly.
“Your Jesus” Micheal Lively, the single man in APW to hold a win over the World Heavyweight Champion, “The Ego Crusher” Sgt. Kenny Lambardo. He was the pinnacle of athleticism, and the future of Overdrive. He was the man that was going to Mayhem, and walking out with Blow Job’s championship. Michael Lively did more to bring the word of the Kaos to the people, and it would be him that would do his lord’s work. It was the will of the Church to take the gold from the unworthy, and there was none as unworthy of anything as The Job Squad.
“I love this, man. I don’t even have to say anything to you.” Lambardo turned his attention to that of the lion.
“Okay, okay.” Vin said in turn. “So maybe I bite off a little more than I can choose, sometimes.” He paused for a moment. “I think you need some time away from everything. We got a match that you have to focus on, and there is no way that you’re going to be able to do that without getting yourself away from all this shit.”
“Maybe you’re right.” Kenny said.
“I think he’s right.” Lively just had to get the last word in. “And I have just the thing to make this all better.”
His lord Christ, or Mike Lively as the unbelievers would have him called, reached into his jeans pocket, and retrieved a tightly rolled blunt. He presented the ambrosia to his lord, and savior, Kenny Lambardo as a humble offering to his lord. Kenny accepted, and he, with his faithful, exited the room.
From there the grouping headed to the room, and just began to bullshit the way a group of friends, allies, and KaotiK Komrades should. They drank their godly drink, and smoked their godly smoke, and damn that was some good shit. *cough*
Vin E Lambardo started. “So you really knocked Trevor Blackwell over the top rope with one of his stable mates?”
“That was after he blew out his knee giving Tony a Full Throttle off the stage, earlier that night.” The Christ Lively spoke.
“So who ended up winning the World Championship that night?” Vin asked.
“Matt Metal…” Kenny answered.
With that said the door behind them opened. Who was to pop through? No. Not Matt Metal, because Matt Metal has absolutely nothing to do with this. So APW Xtreme Champion, ‘The Xtremist’ Tony Blackwell came through the door instead.
Vin E charged toward the man that repeatedly kicked him in the side of the head this past week on Overdrive. The veteran marine, Kenny Lambardo lunged for his little brother, taking him down by the ankles.
“No, Vin,” Kenny scolded at his brother, “we do this my way!”
Vin quickly calmed, and Lively just shook his head at the whole spectacle. The champion rose to his feet, and adjusted the World Championship belt that hung from his shoulder. Tony looked like he had just seen the wrong end of a ghost, and Kenny just stared at him with those cold, piercing eyes.
“I’m not going to run from you, Kenny!” Tony yelled to his apparently former friend.
“Good. I’d hate to have to waist the energy chasing garbage.” Kenny responded quickly.
“This is gonna be good.” ‘The White Lion’ said to himself.
The group approached the little Blackwell brother, and Tony instinctively fell into a defensive stance, awaiting the impending assault.
“Give me a break, Tony.” The KaotiK started up. “If I was going to jump you, you would have been kissing the floor already.”
“In other words if Kenny hadn’t been so gracious to keep me from you,” Vin barked like a raging Pit, “you’d be on the floor with your arms broken right now.”
Kenny smiled. “As true as that may be. That isn’t the way that we do things around here. Around here we take care of things in the ring. I’m not the kind of scumbag to blindside you. I’m not the kind of kid that can’t hold off, can’t control my aggression. However, I am the kind of guy to let you know that it is coming, and it is coming hard. I’m not some punk ass WWE hack like John Cena. Come this Monday at Overdrive, all you’re going to see is me!”
The group past the ‘Xtremist’ and left him to what was no doubt a blunt of his own. The boys made their way back down the stairs, and through the back halls of the arena until they were behind the titontron.
“Alright guys,” Kenny smiled, “time for me to cause a ruckus.”
‘Your JESUS’ Michael Lively pounded at the door of the AV Trailer as he spoke. “CoK music, now!”
The KaotiK Krusader left his Komrades, walking down the stairs underneath the stage at ringside.
“This better be good.” Vin gave the final word.
The camera panned a roaring crowd at the North Charleston Coliseum in North Charleston, South Carolina. The crowd would however be brought to a hush by a sudden darkness. A church bell rang, and a Gregorian chant could be heard in the background as these solemn words were spoken…
Chase: Not the creepy voice again!
Harvey: You seriously have to grow up.
Chase: No I don’t!
“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 lights came back to life as the strong beat of “Cigaro” by System of a Down blared through the arena.
“My ‘CoK’ is much bigger than yours
My ‘CoK’ can walk right through that door
With a feeling so pure
It has you screaming back for more!”
The crowd came to a chorus of boos as APW World Heavyweight Champion rose from the center of the stage with the Championship Belt held high in one hand. Green flame edged the stage, and the ramp as the sergeant made his way to the ring, securing the World Heavyweight Belt to his shoulder. He climbed into the ring, and hit pulled his trusty Bluetooth from his pocket.
Kenny began. “Now it seems that I have been granted many great opportunities on this Monday night’s Overdrive. First and foremost I get to tag with my little brother for the very first time. I get to head into the ring with a man that I barely know, to take on two men that I know the best. Some would say that you have to know your partner to make a good tag team, and most of the time I would have to agree with that statement. However, I would say that I know exactly what I need to know when it comes to Vin E Lambardo. Do you happen to know what those things are?”
Harvey: No Kenny, please tell us.
“The first is that he is more than capable of beating the hell out of people. Hell, this kid was created to break people. He’s ‘The Submission Technician’ for crying out loud. Must be something about the name Lambardo… What else? Let’s think for a moment? He has a squeaky clean winning streak that goes real good next to my perfect tag streak. The last, and this is probably the more important of them all, I know that I can trust him, which is more than I can say for Tony, and Trevor.”
The crowd boos at the thought of there being problems in the Blackwell Clan.
“Trevor Blackwell has got to be the most self centered, egotistical, maniacal entity that I’ve seen since yours truly. Do you even have any clue what I’m talking about Trev? Do you? No. Of course you don’t. Question for you… When was the last time that you even talked to your little brother? Aren’t you two supposed to be tag team partners in Japan? When was the last time that you were even in fucking Japan? You have no clue do you? Allow me to explain, and I’ll try to use small words so these South Carolinian inbreeds can understand me.
The crowd boos the cheap shot.
You gave up a brother for your ‘students’, and your new pet cow. It’s fucking pathetic, and he is blindly loyal to you, and that my friend is even more pathetic. I swear to god you should change the name of you’re stable to three blind mice, a cow, and a cum dumpster!”
The crowd booed.
Harvey: That was just wrong.
Chase: I’m not allowed to say that I agree with him am I?
Harvey: Just shut up.
“But I’ve had enough of Trevor Blackwell. Just saying that name leaves a bad taste in my mouth worse than the last time that I ate out Fyre Angel. Which was a long, long time ago might I add. Kaos knows that I won’t ever be that desperate again. And what the fuck is up with that Tony? That’s your girl man. That’s always been your girl. Look at the amazing Tony Blackwell 14.5! The celibate! The 40 year old virgin in training! What the hell am I going to do with you? Are you fucking stupid. Did you think that kicking Vin in the side of the head in the middle of a match with Trevor was a smart idea?”
Harvey: Seemed like a pretty good idea at the time.
Chase: Yeah, but it served to put another loss on the career of Trevor Blackwell.
“Did you start drinking again or something? Are the withdrawals starting to become too much for you to handles Tony? Did you stop going to your meetings? Something has to be wrong with that picture. I’m just not fucking getting right. Tell me that something went haywire in your head, and that you didn’t actual do that on purpose! Well, to tell you the truth, it really doesn’t fucking matter now does it.”
The fans booed ever louder.
“You just signed your own fucking death warrant, Tony! I let you sit, and party with the Church of Kaos. I let you train my little brother. Me, and you were friends regardless of the flock that we happen to fly with. You’ve been one of my best friends since I first stepped foot into this business, but now you need to be put in your place. Now you need to be another ego crushed. You need to be washed of your sins, and it shall be done in Blackwell blood. You betrayed me, and it’s not even like you accomplished anything by it. All you did was prove to the world that your brother couldn’t do it by himself. All you proved is that Vin E Lambardo is too much for your big brother, and at Mayhem he is too much for you! You say that no one hits harder. Sunday you’re just going to become another one hit wonder.”
The fans boo.
Harvey: And what a match that is going to be.
Chase: The little brothers of the two people to be fighting over the World Championship, will be the two people battling it out for the APW Xtreme Title.
Harvey: I really can’t wait to see how that one is going to turn out.
“So yet again, I see opportunity. An opportunity for both me, and Vin. This is a chance to take down the opponents that we are to bout at Mayhem less than a week before the event. This is a chance for the two of us to soften you up, and that mean that by the time the bell rings at Mayhem, I will already be the last man standing while Trevor is in the hospital trying to re learn how to walk.
The fans sing their hatred, and ever so smoothly flow into a chorus of” Trevor’s gonna kill you! Trevor’s gonna kill you!”
Harvey: The fans are really letting Kenny know how that feel about his upcoming Championship defense at Mayhem.
“Yeah, you wish. Something that’s funny about being a Lambardo. You never have to worry about losing to a Blackwell. I have made a career out of destroying the legacies of Blackwell men. There is not a single match that either Tony, or Trevor have come to face me in that they have even come close to winning. EVER! And after last Monday night, my brother proudly follows in my footsteps. It’s just the way that it is guys. Lambardos beat Blackwells. That’s all that it’s about. We walk in, break the two of you, win, and leave. Why? Because we are the fucking Lambardo Boys and that’s what we fucking do!
The crowd boos!
Harvey: The Champ is sharing some strong words about the Blackwells here tonight.
Chase: And I can assure you that Trevor will not be at all happy with this.
So bring you’re ‘A Game’, ‘B Game’, ‘C Game’… Hell, bring a whole alphabet full of game because Kaos knows that you’re going to fucking need it. Tell me all about you’re past accomplishments, and the things that others are doing, and the things that others will do but haven’t yet. Tell me why you matter, and why I should believe you, because we all know that it’s a crock of shit boys. Bring your slut comments, your apologees, they just add fuel to a KaotiK rage desperately wanting to be freed. Bring your weapons, your fires, and your canes, because me walking down that ramp with Vin E, we brought the fucking reign!
Chase: This event is going to be absolutely killer!
Harvey: I can’t wait!
The fans boo, and Kenny strikes the ‘I am God’ pose, just to make the fans share their hatred for him a little bit more. The shot faded to black, and APW hit a commercial.
Last week we saw the end of the SIN Scum, Seth Storm. We saw Kenny Lambardo’s first student yet again demolish “The E-Starr” Jake Ruby. We saw President Jeff named as Kenny Lambardo’s Best Man, and “Spirit” Tara Jacobs named as Diana Steel’s Maid of Honor. We saw President Jeff announce the coming of the first APW Tag Team Champions at Mayhem, and that means Diana Steel, and Tara Jacobs are taking the gold home to the CoK! We saw President Jeff announce Vin E Lambardo to take on Tony Blackwell for the APW Xtreme Championship. We saw jealousy in Justin Job. A man that has to attack Lively, the same way that Tony would attack Vin E. But we expect that kind of thing from The Job Squad, now don’t we?
“Yeah Jeffy, I’m walking out the door now.” Diana said into her cell phone as she closed the door behind her.
Kenny laid on the couch of the Church of Kaos locker room, watching the door across the room from him as it closed behind Diana. The APW World Heavyweight Champion, “The Ego Crusher” Sgt. Kenny Lambardo sat up on the couch. He took the Championship Belt from the arm of the chair, and put placed it home, securely over his shoulder.
Lambardo’s chest hurt. His heart pounded against his sternum so hard that it giggled the United States Marine Dog Tags that hung around his neck. Something wasn’t right. Something was wrong with the only girl that he had ever known how to love, and there was nothing he could do about it. “That Girl” wanted him to be there so much, but when the time came to deal with the problem there was someone else there, someone who was not our lord…
And you think that it’s bad to have your fiancé be helped by another man in her time of need. You think that it’s bad when it’s not you that can help her? You think it’s bad that you can’t ‘be’ there to help her? Let’s make it a little worse for you. Make this man, not a man at all. Make this man a Superhero, and your best friend. Your boss… Yep! You guessed it. This man is Hurricane Jeff.
Our lord rose from his quite comfy couch, and approached the vending machine in the corner, because when your chest hurts, and your heart is pounding, you know the first thing you need is an energy drink! The messiah retrieved his card from his pocket. It was yet another, in an endless supply of gifts from his sponsors, MONSTER ENERGY. He slid the card into the machine, and it promptly produced a MONSTER BFC.
The godly one placed the card back where he found it, and opened the giant can with a snap. He gulped away at the sweet nectar, trying to forget how a day for Diana, and him turned into a day that was ruined, and seemingly saved by the same man. He drank, drowning in the fluids. At least he wanted to drown.
The door opened behind him, and the KaotiK turned on heel to be greeted by none other than two of the greatest up, and comers in the business today, Vin E Lambardo, and Michael Lively. The World Champion traded a clasp of the hand, and touch of the shoulder with each.
“Well don’t you just look fucking happy?” Vin E said with such abnoxious sarcasm you just wanted to kick him in the nuts. “Aren’t you and Diana spending the day together to get your heads out of this whole nonsense with secrets, and the wedding, and shit?”
Vin E was good like that. Straight to the point, the way that a Lambardo should be. No beating around the bush. No lies. No manipulations. You could actually trust Vin E, and that was saying something about a Lambardo. Vin E was a man that wanted two things out of life. The first he accomplished in finding his brother. The second was to impress his brother which he was long on the road to doing. Unlike a particular Blackwell that we all know, you could trust Vin E to do what he said that he was going to do, and not make excuses about it later. Vin E was someone that you could team with, and not someone that would just use you for the betterment of his career.
“Do you see Diana here?!” Kenny responded with irritation in his voice.
“Does it have something to do with Jeff again?” The little Lambardo was just picking out all the winners today.
“You really need to think twice before you speak Vin.” Michael Lively interjected suddenly.
“Your Jesus” Micheal Lively, the single man in APW to hold a win over the World Heavyweight Champion, “The Ego Crusher” Sgt. Kenny Lambardo. He was the pinnacle of athleticism, and the future of Overdrive. He was the man that was going to Mayhem, and walking out with Blow Job’s championship. Michael Lively did more to bring the word of the Kaos to the people, and it would be him that would do his lord’s work. It was the will of the Church to take the gold from the unworthy, and there was none as unworthy of anything as The Job Squad.
“I love this, man. I don’t even have to say anything to you.” Lambardo turned his attention to that of the lion.
“Okay, okay.” Vin said in turn. “So maybe I bite off a little more than I can choose, sometimes.” He paused for a moment. “I think you need some time away from everything. We got a match that you have to focus on, and there is no way that you’re going to be able to do that without getting yourself away from all this shit.”
“Maybe you’re right.” Kenny said.
“I think he’s right.” Lively just had to get the last word in. “And I have just the thing to make this all better.”
His lord Christ, or Mike Lively as the unbelievers would have him called, reached into his jeans pocket, and retrieved a tightly rolled blunt. He presented the ambrosia to his lord, and savior, Kenny Lambardo as a humble offering to his lord. Kenny accepted, and he, with his faithful, exited the room.
From there the grouping headed to the room, and just began to bullshit the way a group of friends, allies, and KaotiK Komrades should. They drank their godly drink, and smoked their godly smoke, and damn that was some good shit. *cough*
Vin E Lambardo started. “So you really knocked Trevor Blackwell over the top rope with one of his stable mates?”
“That was after he blew out his knee giving Tony a Full Throttle off the stage, earlier that night.” The Christ Lively spoke.
“So who ended up winning the World Championship that night?” Vin asked.
“Matt Metal…” Kenny answered.
With that said the door behind them opened. Who was to pop through? No. Not Matt Metal, because Matt Metal has absolutely nothing to do with this. So APW Xtreme Champion, ‘The Xtremist’ Tony Blackwell came through the door instead.
Vin E charged toward the man that repeatedly kicked him in the side of the head this past week on Overdrive. The veteran marine, Kenny Lambardo lunged for his little brother, taking him down by the ankles.
“No, Vin,” Kenny scolded at his brother, “we do this my way!”
Vin quickly calmed, and Lively just shook his head at the whole spectacle. The champion rose to his feet, and adjusted the World Championship belt that hung from his shoulder. Tony looked like he had just seen the wrong end of a ghost, and Kenny just stared at him with those cold, piercing eyes.
“I’m not going to run from you, Kenny!” Tony yelled to his apparently former friend.
“Good. I’d hate to have to waist the energy chasing garbage.” Kenny responded quickly.
“This is gonna be good.” ‘The White Lion’ said to himself.
The group approached the little Blackwell brother, and Tony instinctively fell into a defensive stance, awaiting the impending assault.
“Give me a break, Tony.” The KaotiK started up. “If I was going to jump you, you would have been kissing the floor already.”
“In other words if Kenny hadn’t been so gracious to keep me from you,” Vin barked like a raging Pit, “you’d be on the floor with your arms broken right now.”
Kenny smiled. “As true as that may be. That isn’t the way that we do things around here. Around here we take care of things in the ring. I’m not the kind of scumbag to blindside you. I’m not the kind of kid that can’t hold off, can’t control my aggression. However, I am the kind of guy to let you know that it is coming, and it is coming hard. I’m not some punk ass WWE hack like John Cena. Come this Monday at Overdrive, all you’re going to see is me!”
The group past the ‘Xtremist’ and left him to what was no doubt a blunt of his own. The boys made their way back down the stairs, and through the back halls of the arena until they were behind the titontron.
“Alright guys,” Kenny smiled, “time for me to cause a ruckus.”
‘Your JESUS’ Michael Lively pounded at the door of the AV Trailer as he spoke. “CoK music, now!”
The KaotiK Krusader left his Komrades, walking down the stairs underneath the stage at ringside.
“This better be good.” Vin gave the final word.
The camera panned a roaring crowd at the North Charleston Coliseum in North Charleston, South Carolina. The crowd would however be brought to a hush by a sudden darkness. A church bell rang, and a Gregorian chant could be heard in the background as these solemn words were spoken…
Chase: Not the creepy voice again!
Harvey: You seriously have to grow up.
Chase: No I don’t!
“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 lights came back to life as the strong beat of “Cigaro” by System of a Down blared through the arena.
“My ‘CoK’ is much bigger than yours
My ‘CoK’ can walk right through that door
With a feeling so pure
It has you screaming back for more!”
The crowd came to a chorus of boos as APW World Heavyweight Champion rose from the center of the stage with the Championship Belt held high in one hand. Green flame edged the stage, and the ramp as the sergeant made his way to the ring, securing the World Heavyweight Belt to his shoulder. He climbed into the ring, and hit pulled his trusty Bluetooth from his pocket.
Kenny began. “Now it seems that I have been granted many great opportunities on this Monday night’s Overdrive. First and foremost I get to tag with my little brother for the very first time. I get to head into the ring with a man that I barely know, to take on two men that I know the best. Some would say that you have to know your partner to make a good tag team, and most of the time I would have to agree with that statement. However, I would say that I know exactly what I need to know when it comes to Vin E Lambardo. Do you happen to know what those things are?”
Harvey: No Kenny, please tell us.
“The first is that he is more than capable of beating the hell out of people. Hell, this kid was created to break people. He’s ‘The Submission Technician’ for crying out loud. Must be something about the name Lambardo… What else? Let’s think for a moment? He has a squeaky clean winning streak that goes real good next to my perfect tag streak. The last, and this is probably the more important of them all, I know that I can trust him, which is more than I can say for Tony, and Trevor.”
The crowd boos at the thought of there being problems in the Blackwell Clan.
“Trevor Blackwell has got to be the most self centered, egotistical, maniacal entity that I’ve seen since yours truly. Do you even have any clue what I’m talking about Trev? Do you? No. Of course you don’t. Question for you… When was the last time that you even talked to your little brother? Aren’t you two supposed to be tag team partners in Japan? When was the last time that you were even in fucking Japan? You have no clue do you? Allow me to explain, and I’ll try to use small words so these South Carolinian inbreeds can understand me.
The crowd boos the cheap shot.
You gave up a brother for your ‘students’, and your new pet cow. It’s fucking pathetic, and he is blindly loyal to you, and that my friend is even more pathetic. I swear to god you should change the name of you’re stable to three blind mice, a cow, and a cum dumpster!”
The crowd booed.
Harvey: That was just wrong.
Chase: I’m not allowed to say that I agree with him am I?
Harvey: Just shut up.
“But I’ve had enough of Trevor Blackwell. Just saying that name leaves a bad taste in my mouth worse than the last time that I ate out Fyre Angel. Which was a long, long time ago might I add. Kaos knows that I won’t ever be that desperate again. And what the fuck is up with that Tony? That’s your girl man. That’s always been your girl. Look at the amazing Tony Blackwell 14.5! The celibate! The 40 year old virgin in training! What the hell am I going to do with you? Are you fucking stupid. Did you think that kicking Vin in the side of the head in the middle of a match with Trevor was a smart idea?”
Harvey: Seemed like a pretty good idea at the time.
Chase: Yeah, but it served to put another loss on the career of Trevor Blackwell.
“Did you start drinking again or something? Are the withdrawals starting to become too much for you to handles Tony? Did you stop going to your meetings? Something has to be wrong with that picture. I’m just not fucking getting right. Tell me that something went haywire in your head, and that you didn’t actual do that on purpose! Well, to tell you the truth, it really doesn’t fucking matter now does it.”
The fans booed ever louder.
“You just signed your own fucking death warrant, Tony! I let you sit, and party with the Church of Kaos. I let you train my little brother. Me, and you were friends regardless of the flock that we happen to fly with. You’ve been one of my best friends since I first stepped foot into this business, but now you need to be put in your place. Now you need to be another ego crushed. You need to be washed of your sins, and it shall be done in Blackwell blood. You betrayed me, and it’s not even like you accomplished anything by it. All you did was prove to the world that your brother couldn’t do it by himself. All you proved is that Vin E Lambardo is too much for your big brother, and at Mayhem he is too much for you! You say that no one hits harder. Sunday you’re just going to become another one hit wonder.”
The fans boo.
Harvey: And what a match that is going to be.
Chase: The little brothers of the two people to be fighting over the World Championship, will be the two people battling it out for the APW Xtreme Title.
Harvey: I really can’t wait to see how that one is going to turn out.
“So yet again, I see opportunity. An opportunity for both me, and Vin. This is a chance to take down the opponents that we are to bout at Mayhem less than a week before the event. This is a chance for the two of us to soften you up, and that mean that by the time the bell rings at Mayhem, I will already be the last man standing while Trevor is in the hospital trying to re learn how to walk.
The fans sing their hatred, and ever so smoothly flow into a chorus of” Trevor’s gonna kill you! Trevor’s gonna kill you!”
Harvey: The fans are really letting Kenny know how that feel about his upcoming Championship defense at Mayhem.
“Yeah, you wish. Something that’s funny about being a Lambardo. You never have to worry about losing to a Blackwell. I have made a career out of destroying the legacies of Blackwell men. There is not a single match that either Tony, or Trevor have come to face me in that they have even come close to winning. EVER! And after last Monday night, my brother proudly follows in my footsteps. It’s just the way that it is guys. Lambardos beat Blackwells. That’s all that it’s about. We walk in, break the two of you, win, and leave. Why? Because we are the fucking Lambardo Boys and that’s what we fucking do!
The crowd boos!
Harvey: The Champ is sharing some strong words about the Blackwells here tonight.
Chase: And I can assure you that Trevor will not be at all happy with this.
So bring you’re ‘A Game’, ‘B Game’, ‘C Game’… Hell, bring a whole alphabet full of game because Kaos knows that you’re going to fucking need it. Tell me all about you’re past accomplishments, and the things that others are doing, and the things that others will do but haven’t yet. Tell me why you matter, and why I should believe you, because we all know that it’s a crock of shit boys. Bring your slut comments, your apologees, they just add fuel to a KaotiK rage desperately wanting to be freed. Bring your weapons, your fires, and your canes, because me walking down that ramp with Vin E, we brought the fucking reign!
Chase: This event is going to be absolutely killer!
Harvey: I can’t wait!
The fans boo, and Kenny strikes the ‘I am God’ pose, just to make the fans share their hatred for him a little bit more. The shot faded to black, and APW hit a commercial.
