Post by The Xtremist on Apr 6, 2008 13:25:54 GMT -4
Kenny: So much emotion here, so much pain. It has been 67 years since the attack and yet the memory of it still brings tears to the eldery eyes.
The Xtremist Tony Blackwell and Sgt. Kenny “Kaos” Lambardo stood stoically at the USS Arizona Memorial in Oʻahu Hawaii. The two wrestlers decided to stop here on their way to Overdrive in Australia.
Tony: Brings a tear to your eye doesn’t it bro. To be around the death and decay of warriors past.
Kenny nodded to his Sex and Violence comrade, shifting the APW World Heavyweight title that rested on his left shoulder. At Rasslemania 4 the Marine Sergeant beat the champion John Green, and then defended the same title against Hurricane Jeff immediately after.
The Kaotic one and The Xtremist finished paying their respects to the fallen of the Arizona . Each placed a small US flag at the marble wall of names killed on the ship, then walked back through the assembly room and its permanent 21 salute to the fallen. Kaos gave a salute as he passed the windows again, showing his respect for the troops of the past. The two APW soldiers reached their boat to leave and sat down tired from the jet lag and work schedule.
Kenny: So Tony are you going to be ready to face Trevor Monday? Its your chance to finally win a god damn singles title, so don’t blow it bro.
The Xtremist pulled a bottle of his Blackwell blend liquor out of the leather “ Sons of Carthage” leather jacket and took a swig. The cool amber liquid burned his throat like salt on a wound, but in a few minutes he knew the drink would make the pain ebb.
Tony: Shit man, I was born ready. I lived under his rule for to fucking long. He is my brother but on Monday he will become just another name crushed on my rise to APW gold. But look at you Mr. Heavyweight Champ you got the week off.
Kenny flipped the younger Blackwell brother the middle finger as the boat docked back at the main island. As the two got off the boat a large crowd rushed toward them. The security given to the two men blocked the group from mauling the wrestlers, but it was only a manner of time before they broke through. Kenny grabbed a megaphone from one of the security guards and turned it to the crowd, which roared in delight at the thought of hearing their champ live.
Kenny: Ladies and gentlemen, your champ is here! Now I love it when you all come to greet me, to show me your love. However, I need you all to get the fuck out of my way. I don’t have time for autographs and speeches right, I have a fucking plane to catch.
The crowd went silent, unsure on what to say. Their champion had forsaken them, left them to rot. The crowd parted like a silent red sea, letting the two APW contracted men through. As Tony passed through the crowd he took notice of the fans. Many of them where in states of tears from the words of their god, their idol. Many more throw their Kenny gear to the ground and walked away. As the Blackwell went down the space, a teen stepped in front of him holding a pen and paper.
Teen: Hey Tony you mind giving me a autograph? I know you and Mr. Lambardo are busy right now but hey I figured I would give it a shot.
The crowd’s eyes turned to the Power bomb Prince to see what he would do. Kenny, having already reached a waiting Limo, turned to his friend and stable mate to see what he would do. In truth the two men had plenty of time to kill for fan love. But since the title win, the Kaotic was more career driven. Other then this trip, the sergeant was the same guy the world knew and loved.
Tony took the pen and signed his name. He gave the paper back to the fan and handed him a half empty bottle of Blackwell Blend Jager. The fans cheered in approval and stormed the number one contender for autographs. Kenny only shook his head and got into the limo.
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Tony: You know, Trevor is really fucked Monday. Between his age and injuries he can barely stand. AND I know his moves like the bottom of a bottle. I hope Trev knows what he is getting into fighting me. His streak and reign will end Monday by my hands.
A cloud of smoke shot towards the hardcore alcoholic as Kenny Lambardo exhaled the sweet reefer smoke that was in his lungs. He passed the blunt to Tony and sat back. The Xtremist took his hit while the Kaotic spoke.
Kenny: You know Tony; we have been friends for awhile. And in all of that time I have never seen you so focused, so determined, as you have been since you came to APW. Good job bro, no one has given you the credit you deserve.
The limousine stopped in front of the hanger that housed the Kaotic’s private jet. The men stepped from the car and clipped the blunt, knowing it would be bad to smoke it before take off.
Tony: Thanks Kaos, means a lot bro. [/b]
Kenny shot his trademark grin to his stable mate, then boarded the plane. Tony looked back to the Arizona, which was just visible in the distance. His thoughts went to earlier that day for a split second, then he shook them away. No reason to dwell on the past.
The Xtremist Tony Blackwell and Sgt. Kenny “Kaos” Lambardo stood stoically at the USS Arizona Memorial in Oʻahu Hawaii. The two wrestlers decided to stop here on their way to Overdrive in Australia.
Tony: Brings a tear to your eye doesn’t it bro. To be around the death and decay of warriors past.
Kenny nodded to his Sex and Violence comrade, shifting the APW World Heavyweight title that rested on his left shoulder. At Rasslemania 4 the Marine Sergeant beat the champion John Green, and then defended the same title against Hurricane Jeff immediately after.
The Kaotic one and The Xtremist finished paying their respects to the fallen of the Arizona . Each placed a small US flag at the marble wall of names killed on the ship, then walked back through the assembly room and its permanent 21 salute to the fallen. Kaos gave a salute as he passed the windows again, showing his respect for the troops of the past. The two APW soldiers reached their boat to leave and sat down tired from the jet lag and work schedule.
Kenny: So Tony are you going to be ready to face Trevor Monday? Its your chance to finally win a god damn singles title, so don’t blow it bro.
The Xtremist pulled a bottle of his Blackwell blend liquor out of the leather “ Sons of Carthage” leather jacket and took a swig. The cool amber liquid burned his throat like salt on a wound, but in a few minutes he knew the drink would make the pain ebb.
Tony: Shit man, I was born ready. I lived under his rule for to fucking long. He is my brother but on Monday he will become just another name crushed on my rise to APW gold. But look at you Mr. Heavyweight Champ you got the week off.
Kenny flipped the younger Blackwell brother the middle finger as the boat docked back at the main island. As the two got off the boat a large crowd rushed toward them. The security given to the two men blocked the group from mauling the wrestlers, but it was only a manner of time before they broke through. Kenny grabbed a megaphone from one of the security guards and turned it to the crowd, which roared in delight at the thought of hearing their champ live.
Kenny: Ladies and gentlemen, your champ is here! Now I love it when you all come to greet me, to show me your love. However, I need you all to get the fuck out of my way. I don’t have time for autographs and speeches right, I have a fucking plane to catch.
The crowd went silent, unsure on what to say. Their champion had forsaken them, left them to rot. The crowd parted like a silent red sea, letting the two APW contracted men through. As Tony passed through the crowd he took notice of the fans. Many of them where in states of tears from the words of their god, their idol. Many more throw their Kenny gear to the ground and walked away. As the Blackwell went down the space, a teen stepped in front of him holding a pen and paper.
Teen: Hey Tony you mind giving me a autograph? I know you and Mr. Lambardo are busy right now but hey I figured I would give it a shot.
The crowd’s eyes turned to the Power bomb Prince to see what he would do. Kenny, having already reached a waiting Limo, turned to his friend and stable mate to see what he would do. In truth the two men had plenty of time to kill for fan love. But since the title win, the Kaotic was more career driven. Other then this trip, the sergeant was the same guy the world knew and loved.
Tony took the pen and signed his name. He gave the paper back to the fan and handed him a half empty bottle of Blackwell Blend Jager. The fans cheered in approval and stormed the number one contender for autographs. Kenny only shook his head and got into the limo.
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Tony: You know, Trevor is really fucked Monday. Between his age and injuries he can barely stand. AND I know his moves like the bottom of a bottle. I hope Trev knows what he is getting into fighting me. His streak and reign will end Monday by my hands.
A cloud of smoke shot towards the hardcore alcoholic as Kenny Lambardo exhaled the sweet reefer smoke that was in his lungs. He passed the blunt to Tony and sat back. The Xtremist took his hit while the Kaotic spoke.
Kenny: You know Tony; we have been friends for awhile. And in all of that time I have never seen you so focused, so determined, as you have been since you came to APW. Good job bro, no one has given you the credit you deserve.
The limousine stopped in front of the hanger that housed the Kaotic’s private jet. The men stepped from the car and clipped the blunt, knowing it would be bad to smoke it before take off.
Tony: Thanks Kaos, means a lot bro. [/b]
Kenny shot his trademark grin to his stable mate, then boarded the plane. Tony looked back to the Arizona, which was just visible in the distance. His thoughts went to earlier that day for a split second, then he shook them away. No reason to dwell on the past.
