Post by The Xtremist on Jun 2, 2008 16:59:05 GMT -4
A limousine pulls up to The Von Braun Center, stopping in front of the back entrance to the complex. The driver of the vehicle got out of his seat and went to the back door. He opened it, and out came a six foot seven inch beast of a man. He was tan, very built and broad, and held the APW Xtreme Championship title over his right shoulder. The champion, Tony Blackwell, pushed his sunglasses closer to his eyes and climbed out of the vehicle. Wearing a black suit with light gray pin stripes, Tony looked even bigger then normal. He walked from the limo and went to the entrance doors, not stopping to look at the security guards or other APW employees. The extreme soldier went to his locker room and placed his title on a nearby chair. He pulled out a cigarette and lit it, inhaling the nicotine smoke into his lungs. As the young Blackwell exhaled the smoke a knock was heard at the door.
Tony: Come in…
The door opened to reveal Emrys, the old Sex and Violence cameraman.
Emrys: Hey Tony, just came to wish you luck tonight against Vin. I know you’ve beaten him already but it never hurts. Nice suit by the way Tony, looks good. I guess you really are going the more professional route and becoming “ Mr. Sex and Violence”. Well, see you later…
Tony nodded to his old comrade as he left the room. He continued to smoke his cigarette, thinking about the promo he needed to shoot later tonight. Would he bad mouth Vin, degrade him to the point of submission. No, that is to difficult and to much unlike The Xtremist.
: Tony, let us have a crack at Vin….we know how quickly all of us can rip him limb from limb[/b]
The Blackwell stood up and began pacing, flicking his now finished cancer stick. H grabbed his title from the steel folding chair in the room and walked out, heading to a nearby camera. In front of the device was a solid black wall and stool. This is where the embodiment of extreme would film his match promo. The champ gave his title to a nearby stage hand and sat on the stool. The camera guy held up three fingers, then counted down for the start.
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The video feed opened to show Tony sitting on the placed stool, staring into the camera. His eyes were hidden by his black sunglasses, not allowing the icy blue eyes of The Xtremist to show their ever present fury.
Tony: Ladies and gentlemen, this week I again face Vin E. Lambardo. The two of us fought a hard battle at Mayhem for my title, with me coming out as the victor. Now, President Jeff has decided to pit us against each other again. This time it will not be for the title belt but a spot in the next round of the Test for the Best tournament. The winner of this tournament will get a APW World Heavyweight title shot at the next PPV. Now Vin thinks he can beat me to move onto the next round of battles. He is sadly wrong. Let me give you some straight facts Mr. Lambardo. No one man has bean able to beat since I came into Action Packed Wrestling. I have one win over you already, showing my dominance over you. Without your brother Kenny you are nothing Vin. Your common last name gave you the shot at my title last Sunday, but it was the strength of mine that denied you. I will do it once more, make the record of Lambardos vs. Blackwell 10-2. Bring your best Vin, for it will not be good enough.
Tony stood from the stool and took his sunglasses off. His blue eyes stared into the camera, letting the world see his eternal rage and pain.
: Yeessss….Tony keep pushing us to completion…[/b]
The Xtremist shook his head, shaking his odd thoughts away.
Tony: Vin, I dare you to attempt to win this match, challenge you to evolve. You are nothing but street brawling pill popper. Your name is spoken in the same sentence as Kimbo Slice and Maven, while mine is with the leagues of Kenny Lambardo and Trevor Blackwell. Run away little boy, before I bury you. [/b]
Tony walked of camera, heading back to his locker room. The Xtreme Champion grabbed his belt on the way there, scaring the poor stage crew member who was holding it.
: All we need is for THEM to train us. Let the others train us.
The last member of the Blackwell legacy kicked his door open and walked through. His phone rang as he paced back and forth through the small room.
Tony: Hello……hey man what’s up……a offer I cant refuse hmm…..and this will add a few zeros to…..and a endorsement eh……And I cant still be Mr. Sex and Violence right?.......Contact my agent and lawyer and well talk more later….tell everyone else I said good luck and shit…you don’t really think he will beat me man?....true….Alright ill talk to later…And thank you again for this offer..
Tony closed his phone, the letter “ K” being the caller ID of the caller.
: Tony…..we are making great strides….now that they have contacted us, we can grow into the being, the weapon, the world needs. Now we dare to win, and continuie to evolve….no one can stop us…[/b]
Tony: Come in…
The door opened to reveal Emrys, the old Sex and Violence cameraman.
Emrys: Hey Tony, just came to wish you luck tonight against Vin. I know you’ve beaten him already but it never hurts. Nice suit by the way Tony, looks good. I guess you really are going the more professional route and becoming “ Mr. Sex and Violence”. Well, see you later…
Tony nodded to his old comrade as he left the room. He continued to smoke his cigarette, thinking about the promo he needed to shoot later tonight. Would he bad mouth Vin, degrade him to the point of submission. No, that is to difficult and to much unlike The Xtremist.
: Tony, let us have a crack at Vin….we know how quickly all of us can rip him limb from limb[/b]The Blackwell stood up and began pacing, flicking his now finished cancer stick. H grabbed his title from the steel folding chair in the room and walked out, heading to a nearby camera. In front of the device was a solid black wall and stool. This is where the embodiment of extreme would film his match promo. The champ gave his title to a nearby stage hand and sat on the stool. The camera guy held up three fingers, then counted down for the start.
3………..
2………..
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The video feed opened to show Tony sitting on the placed stool, staring into the camera. His eyes were hidden by his black sunglasses, not allowing the icy blue eyes of The Xtremist to show their ever present fury.
Tony: Ladies and gentlemen, this week I again face Vin E. Lambardo. The two of us fought a hard battle at Mayhem for my title, with me coming out as the victor. Now, President Jeff has decided to pit us against each other again. This time it will not be for the title belt but a spot in the next round of the Test for the Best tournament. The winner of this tournament will get a APW World Heavyweight title shot at the next PPV. Now Vin thinks he can beat me to move onto the next round of battles. He is sadly wrong. Let me give you some straight facts Mr. Lambardo. No one man has bean able to beat since I came into Action Packed Wrestling. I have one win over you already, showing my dominance over you. Without your brother Kenny you are nothing Vin. Your common last name gave you the shot at my title last Sunday, but it was the strength of mine that denied you. I will do it once more, make the record of Lambardos vs. Blackwell 10-2. Bring your best Vin, for it will not be good enough.
Tony stood from the stool and took his sunglasses off. His blue eyes stared into the camera, letting the world see his eternal rage and pain.
: Yeessss….Tony keep pushing us to completion…[/b]The Xtremist shook his head, shaking his odd thoughts away.
Tony: Vin, I dare you to attempt to win this match, challenge you to evolve. You are nothing but street brawling pill popper. Your name is spoken in the same sentence as Kimbo Slice and Maven, while mine is with the leagues of Kenny Lambardo and Trevor Blackwell. Run away little boy, before I bury you. [/b]
Tony walked of camera, heading back to his locker room. The Xtreme Champion grabbed his belt on the way there, scaring the poor stage crew member who was holding it.
: All we need is for THEM to train us. Let the others train us.The last member of the Blackwell legacy kicked his door open and walked through. His phone rang as he paced back and forth through the small room.
Tony: Hello……hey man what’s up……a offer I cant refuse hmm…..and this will add a few zeros to…..and a endorsement eh……And I cant still be Mr. Sex and Violence right?.......Contact my agent and lawyer and well talk more later….tell everyone else I said good luck and shit…you don’t really think he will beat me man?....true….Alright ill talk to later…And thank you again for this offer..
Tony closed his phone, the letter “ K” being the caller ID of the caller.
Tony: And shepherds we shall be,
For Thee, my Lord, for Thee.
Power hath descended forth from Thy hand,
That our feet may swiftly carry out Thy command.
So we shall flow a river forth to Thee
And teeming with souls shall it ever be.
In Nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritûs Sancti.
[/center]For Thee, my Lord, for Thee.
Power hath descended forth from Thy hand,
That our feet may swiftly carry out Thy command.
So we shall flow a river forth to Thee
And teeming with souls shall it ever be.
In Nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritûs Sancti.
: Tony…..we are making great strides….now that they have contacted us, we can grow into the being, the weapon, the world needs. Now we dare to win, and continuie to evolve….no one can stop us…[/b]
