Post by The Xtremist on Apr 21, 2008 1:25:55 GMT -4
Trevor: Tony, calm the fuck down. It’s almost been a week since the match. You have to focus tonight or you will lose. This is your last match before your defense, make it count. [/color]
Trevor slumped into a folding chair, tired and aggravated at his little brother Tony. 6 days ago Michael Lively turned on Sex and Violence and triple teamed Tony Blackwell, giving The Church of Kaos the win over S and V. Ever since that match, The Xtremist has been consumed with anger and frustration. Feelings of betrayal and guilt took over the former Drinking Duke, swallowing him whole. Now, in less than 24 hours The Xtreme Champion Tony Blackwell will once again take on The White Lion Michael Lively. This time it would not be for just the victory. Pride was on the line this Monday.
Tony: Listen to me Trevor. I have faced this guy before. I beat him once and I will do it again. What has he done since he beat the so called god? He lost against me and failed to get the Overdrive title. He banks on his youth and skill but that can only get you so far in our business. He needs to drive, the reason to fight. All he has is that church. And while religion is powerful a false god can only do so much. Lively has backstabbed the only family he truly could have in APW. Now I will show him the strength only a Blackwell, one with the power of his fans and family, can dish out. [/color]
Tony stood up from his own folding chair, letting his “Sons of Carthage” leather trench coat flow like his demonic cape. His brother only looked up, grinning. This was not vengeance for the back stab any more, it was punishment. Punishment for treason, for betraying the Blackwell family and what it stands for. The Hardcore soldier pulled a blunt from his leather coat, not wanting to waste the chance to smoke on the holiest high day on earth. Even in the Australian outback, four-twenty was still a holiday to celebrate.
Trevor: Alright I get it. But listen, I need you to do something. Go meet up with Razor Ryan and Sabur. Their on our side now and we need to stick toget…
Tony threw the blunt to the floor and grabbed a Singapore cane from Trevor's nearby bag. He held the weapon like a katana to an intruder’s throat. Sheer anger flashed through the icy eyes of Tony, showing he meant to strike.
Tony: Trevor you’re my brother. That’s the only fucking reason I am here. Every person you’ve told me to trust has turned their back on me, on the group. No more Kaotic Komrades, enough of the zoo. Razor Ryan and Sabur are just pawns to me, fodder for the machine. I am taking out the traitor Lively while you strike at the heart of the enemy, the symbol of their strength. We need no help. This time we must fight as men, as Blackwells. No more army or crew we fight as family. We trust only the fans and each other. Now if you tell me to meet anyone or trust another I will make sure your blood is spilt on your own cane dear brother.
Trevor stared into his brothers eyes, showing the passion a lifetime of fighting brought. Then he laughed. Laughed because his brother had stood against him. He coolly pushed the cane away and picked the blunt from the floor.
Trevor: You got it man. I still want to work with what’s left of Rev X. Ill meet with them tonight. Go prepare for your promo; Emry’s has it all set up behind the curtain. Good luck. [/color]
Trevor left the room with the blunt in hand and a smile on his scarred face. Tony shook his head with his own grin, and then left the room to find his promo spot.
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Twenty feet from the entrance of the ramp Emry’s stood with his familiar camera, yelling at some stage hands for not putting the “Sex and Violence Ver. X” flag up straight.
Emrys: Hey listen up guys. Tony’s gonna be here soon and I don’t want to get yelled at for you guys disrespecting the group’s symbol. Straighten it up and beat it. [/color]
The workers glared at the cameraman and finished the job. They walked away, spitting on the camera as they left. Emrys only sighed, then straightened up once Tony emerged. HE wore the same grin from before until he saw the camera. Game time. The Sex and Violence camera operator turned the device on and took his spot behind. The Xtremist stood in front of it with back showing. Emrys counted off for the promo to begin…
3………..2…………..1
[ The screen fades from black following a commercial. The audience is treated to a view of the APW Extreme Champion Tony Blackwell. The symbol of the “Sons of Carthage” was proudly displayed to all viewing. It was the symbol for courage, tenacity, family and respect.]
The Champ turned to the camera and cocked a smile. He quickly smothered his smile and looked deep into every pair of eyes watching.
Tony: Ladies and gentlemen, fans and family. I am Tony Blackwell, the Xtreme Champion of APW. While I am excited still to be your champion, I come tonight on more pressing issues. The Church of Kaos. This new stable, this cult, has begun to infest APW. Now normally the business of others does not bother me, certain actions have brought the menace to my doorstep. As many of you know Mr. Kenny Lambardo split from Sex and Violence, giving a chair shot to Trevor on his way out. His traitorous act will be punished at Sabotage when Trevor takes the title. The Kaotic will be calmed in time, and I have no reason to speak on him anymore. [/color]
Tony turned to the flag behind him and gave it a respectful nod.
Tony: Last Monday Michael Lively turned on my stable, turned on me, in the opening battle of this war. He joined the church for the ability to ride Kenny’s coat tails, to ride on the wagon of veterans Spirit Jacobs and Diana Steel. He claims to now be the son of a god. To me he is nothing more then a son of a bitch, a bastard child of his harlot mother. Mike you cost me the battle and I want your blood in return. Treason is death in the world of Tony Blackwell and I plan on delivering. I have bathed my hands in the blood of so many others, some of the same name or legion. You will be one more name added to the list of the fallen, the list of those who stood against me and my family, the fans and the ideals of the business. Prepare to the hardest match of your life little boy. I will end your career, your tenure in the church. This Monday I will beat you once more. This time I fight for my family, I fight for those you ran away from. The amount of pain I will bring upon thee will be just a taste of what is to come if you do not run away from this war. Remember war is no holds barred boy. Fight me and you fight a demon battle hardened by gods and demons, soldiers and time. No one you may care for or love will be safe. Not even your sweet mother.
Tony slapped the camera and walked away, leaving a confused Emrys to clean up.
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On his way back to the locker room Tony passed by Sabur, Lil Dick, and Razor Ryan. It seems they had just finished speaking to Trevor, as dick was holding his brand new cane in his little palms. Razor and the man cow saw Tony and walked right up to him, going nose to nose with the champ.
Tony: I assume Trevor spoke to you both. Lets get this all out there. I hate both of you and trust neither. Just stay out of my way or I will power bomb you until you can’t breathe, until the blood stains my boots. You want to tag in the future, go fuck yourself. Your representative has only proven to me one thing. You’re all backstabbing shits. The only reason I don’t end you careers right here and right now is that Trevor said not to. He needs you for some reason, a purpose I can’t contemplate. So enjoy the time of peace boys. We will have a war to fight soon. The Zealots of the COK versus the warriors of Sex and Violence. Enjoy the show tomorrow gents. [/color]
Tony patted his “stable mates on the shoulders and walked off, leaving two and a half men confused and angry.
Trevor slumped into a folding chair, tired and aggravated at his little brother Tony. 6 days ago Michael Lively turned on Sex and Violence and triple teamed Tony Blackwell, giving The Church of Kaos the win over S and V. Ever since that match, The Xtremist has been consumed with anger and frustration. Feelings of betrayal and guilt took over the former Drinking Duke, swallowing him whole. Now, in less than 24 hours The Xtreme Champion Tony Blackwell will once again take on The White Lion Michael Lively. This time it would not be for just the victory. Pride was on the line this Monday.
Tony: Listen to me Trevor. I have faced this guy before. I beat him once and I will do it again. What has he done since he beat the so called god? He lost against me and failed to get the Overdrive title. He banks on his youth and skill but that can only get you so far in our business. He needs to drive, the reason to fight. All he has is that church. And while religion is powerful a false god can only do so much. Lively has backstabbed the only family he truly could have in APW. Now I will show him the strength only a Blackwell, one with the power of his fans and family, can dish out. [/color]
Tony stood up from his own folding chair, letting his “Sons of Carthage” leather trench coat flow like his demonic cape. His brother only looked up, grinning. This was not vengeance for the back stab any more, it was punishment. Punishment for treason, for betraying the Blackwell family and what it stands for. The Hardcore soldier pulled a blunt from his leather coat, not wanting to waste the chance to smoke on the holiest high day on earth. Even in the Australian outback, four-twenty was still a holiday to celebrate.
Trevor: Alright I get it. But listen, I need you to do something. Go meet up with Razor Ryan and Sabur. Their on our side now and we need to stick toget…
Tony threw the blunt to the floor and grabbed a Singapore cane from Trevor's nearby bag. He held the weapon like a katana to an intruder’s throat. Sheer anger flashed through the icy eyes of Tony, showing he meant to strike.
Tony: Trevor you’re my brother. That’s the only fucking reason I am here. Every person you’ve told me to trust has turned their back on me, on the group. No more Kaotic Komrades, enough of the zoo. Razor Ryan and Sabur are just pawns to me, fodder for the machine. I am taking out the traitor Lively while you strike at the heart of the enemy, the symbol of their strength. We need no help. This time we must fight as men, as Blackwells. No more army or crew we fight as family. We trust only the fans and each other. Now if you tell me to meet anyone or trust another I will make sure your blood is spilt on your own cane dear brother.
Trevor stared into his brothers eyes, showing the passion a lifetime of fighting brought. Then he laughed. Laughed because his brother had stood against him. He coolly pushed the cane away and picked the blunt from the floor.
Trevor: You got it man. I still want to work with what’s left of Rev X. Ill meet with them tonight. Go prepare for your promo; Emry’s has it all set up behind the curtain. Good luck. [/color]
Trevor left the room with the blunt in hand and a smile on his scarred face. Tony shook his head with his own grin, and then left the room to find his promo spot.
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Twenty feet from the entrance of the ramp Emry’s stood with his familiar camera, yelling at some stage hands for not putting the “Sex and Violence Ver. X” flag up straight.
Emrys: Hey listen up guys. Tony’s gonna be here soon and I don’t want to get yelled at for you guys disrespecting the group’s symbol. Straighten it up and beat it. [/color]
The workers glared at the cameraman and finished the job. They walked away, spitting on the camera as they left. Emrys only sighed, then straightened up once Tony emerged. HE wore the same grin from before until he saw the camera. Game time. The Sex and Violence camera operator turned the device on and took his spot behind. The Xtremist stood in front of it with back showing. Emrys counted off for the promo to begin…
3………..2…………..1
[ The screen fades from black following a commercial. The audience is treated to a view of the APW Extreme Champion Tony Blackwell. The symbol of the “Sons of Carthage” was proudly displayed to all viewing. It was the symbol for courage, tenacity, family and respect.]
The Champ turned to the camera and cocked a smile. He quickly smothered his smile and looked deep into every pair of eyes watching.
Tony: Ladies and gentlemen, fans and family. I am Tony Blackwell, the Xtreme Champion of APW. While I am excited still to be your champion, I come tonight on more pressing issues. The Church of Kaos. This new stable, this cult, has begun to infest APW. Now normally the business of others does not bother me, certain actions have brought the menace to my doorstep. As many of you know Mr. Kenny Lambardo split from Sex and Violence, giving a chair shot to Trevor on his way out. His traitorous act will be punished at Sabotage when Trevor takes the title. The Kaotic will be calmed in time, and I have no reason to speak on him anymore. [/color]
Tony turned to the flag behind him and gave it a respectful nod.
Tony: Last Monday Michael Lively turned on my stable, turned on me, in the opening battle of this war. He joined the church for the ability to ride Kenny’s coat tails, to ride on the wagon of veterans Spirit Jacobs and Diana Steel. He claims to now be the son of a god. To me he is nothing more then a son of a bitch, a bastard child of his harlot mother. Mike you cost me the battle and I want your blood in return. Treason is death in the world of Tony Blackwell and I plan on delivering. I have bathed my hands in the blood of so many others, some of the same name or legion. You will be one more name added to the list of the fallen, the list of those who stood against me and my family, the fans and the ideals of the business. Prepare to the hardest match of your life little boy. I will end your career, your tenure in the church. This Monday I will beat you once more. This time I fight for my family, I fight for those you ran away from. The amount of pain I will bring upon thee will be just a taste of what is to come if you do not run away from this war. Remember war is no holds barred boy. Fight me and you fight a demon battle hardened by gods and demons, soldiers and time. No one you may care for or love will be safe. Not even your sweet mother.
Tony slapped the camera and walked away, leaving a confused Emrys to clean up.
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On his way back to the locker room Tony passed by Sabur, Lil Dick, and Razor Ryan. It seems they had just finished speaking to Trevor, as dick was holding his brand new cane in his little palms. Razor and the man cow saw Tony and walked right up to him, going nose to nose with the champ.
Tony: I assume Trevor spoke to you both. Lets get this all out there. I hate both of you and trust neither. Just stay out of my way or I will power bomb you until you can’t breathe, until the blood stains my boots. You want to tag in the future, go fuck yourself. Your representative has only proven to me one thing. You’re all backstabbing shits. The only reason I don’t end you careers right here and right now is that Trevor said not to. He needs you for some reason, a purpose I can’t contemplate. So enjoy the time of peace boys. We will have a war to fight soon. The Zealots of the COK versus the warriors of Sex and Violence. Enjoy the show tomorrow gents. [/color]
Tony patted his “stable mates on the shoulders and walked off, leaving two and a half men confused and angry.
