Post by stj on May 3, 2008 20:47:41 GMT -4
What do you get when you put in one corner, a Blackwell, a man who thinks he's a cow and a deposed stable leader, then throw them in with an established tagteam and one of the stable's newbloods with something to prove? That was something that we were going to find out in short order, being as that was exactly, conveniently enough, what was going to happen. Isn't the APW good to you? (If you think no, why are you still watching?
The roar of two powerful motorbike engines was almost deafening as Diana and myself raced on a narrow woodland path, any overtaking that was happening between the two of us not taking place merely 'off the racing line' like regular racers might, but off the damn track altogether. I chuckled as I keyed the throat mic, “Had enough?”
I was laughing too soon as Diana cut me up at a sharp left turn, forcing me off of the path altogether and trailblazing as I had to look for it once more, “I was about to ask you the same question.”
I grinned under my helmet, “Hardly.” Ducking my head to avoid low branches, I gunned the engine and barely kept my balance skidding on the uneven woodland floor, I flew through a brush, fishtailed to keep the bike on its wheels and looked back to see Diana having to brake sharply.
“You...are out of your mind.”
I could tell that she wasn't all too pissed about it, so my 'sorry' was less than contrite as we slowed our bikes down to bring them onto the open road, “That's about the most dangerous thing we'll be doing this week.”
“Including our match?”
“Damn right.”
“Ha! You and Tony again, now that one never gets old.”
I laughed into my mic but scowled as we came across an APW truck, the driver of which was thumbing us to pull over, “You want to abuse the camera first or me?”
“All yours.”
We pulled up to a stop and kicked our bike stands into place. I unbuckled my helmet and shook my hair loose as the camera flunkies got themselves all set up. I stretched my shoulders, glaring as the lens was pointed at me, “So we're back in America where, not that there was much competition, the fans are actually smarter than the Australians we've been dealing with...but since this is Nashville, Tennessee, only just.”
“Hey, I come from Tennessee!”
That came from the cameraman, “Which would be why you're doing a minimum wage job while I can already support myself for the rest of my life, I would ask how old you are now, but I don't really care.”
“They get minimum wage now? When did that happen?”
“Yeah, good old pay rises.” I shrugged my shoulders, “Not that the literacy or general knowledge of the general Nashville resident, or lack of, should be of any concern to use, because what they're coming to see is wrestling, violence, two teams kicking the absolute crap out of each other just because they can. Of course, they're thinking that the Church of Kaos is going to get beaten...”
“Are they?”
“Yeah, not too bright. But of course, we all know what happened the last time I was in the ring with Sabur and Razor Ryan, and we also know what has happened each and every time Lively has been on with Tony, but that's where people get confused, because you see, those with less than three braincells to rub together tend to only be able to remember a couple of months, I guess it's a defence mechanism against the tedium of their lives. You see, the first point, what happened with me in the ring with Sabur and Razor Ryan, there is a very important difference there,and I'm not talking three on three rather than two on two on two. Fyre Angel and I were a proficient tag team, we'd trained together and both separately held tag team championships. We still came on the losing end of that but here's the key difference, Diana and I have trained and held our tag team championships together. We are a team that spent two years together, we shared hotel rooms, we were road buddies, we developed a bond that fighting each other in the ring three times has only strengthened. In short, we know each other inside out and we are quite capable of coming out on top in situation where we are vastly outweighed. This is far from an idle boast and anyone bothering to do their research will see that.”
I ran my fingers through my hair, “The other thing people are saying works against us is that Tony seems to have Lively's number. Well, if Tony has Lively's number, I have Tony's on speed dial, how many times have we met, Tony? Well I'll tell you because I remember every single one. Tag match for the tag team championships, you and Trevor against Diana and myself, Diana caused the ref to stop the match for Trevor's safety but I stopped you getting him out of that mess yourself. Hardcore triple threat between you, me and Bryan A. Dyamond, who did I pin to win the Hardcore title, Tony? A little clue here, the same man I defended it against and defeated two weeks later. I know you of old, Tony, you're a choke artist and you always will be for one reason. Whatever you do, like that little title you have now, Trevor will never let you leave his shadow. Why do you think we split away, Tony? Because we were bored? No. Because we woke up one day and thought hey, why don't we screw around? Hardly. The fact is that Trevor has to have his own way, he has to have the limelight and he will hurt anyone to get it. That's detrimental to anyone close to him and anyone with any sort of smarts can see that it's detrimental to the APW as a whole. It's not your fault that you've been conditioned to be a choke artist, Tony, it's your brother's. When there's nothing he can do to interfere, to get involved, you're in the high pressure situation and that is something that anyone with, y'know, talent, will be able to use against you...or maybe you don't know what I'm talking about when I say talent, you'd have to actually have some to understand, of course.”
I took a breath and looked into the camera for a long moment, “Tony, you may be a choke artist, but Razor Ryan, he's got to be somewhere near your level. How many shots at a title have you had now, Ryan? Two or three since I signed on? And I'm guessing there were at least one or two before. See, the problem is you're in a stable full of egos, what you had before was a fairly tight knit team, your own tantrums towards certain people excepting, and now you're playing second tier to the Blackwells. I've been there, Ryan, believe me, and I have given you enough warnings over the issue, so this Overdrive, I am going to have to drive my point home. The Church of Kaos, we are one tight knit group, we are people who look out for each other, who don't try and push ourselves above anyone else in our family. Sex & Violence: Version X? The name says it all, it's still Sex & Violence, they just happen to have some chumps that used to call themselves Revolution X now. Now to me, going from leading your own stable to having to put up with that is just pathetic. What was it that Tony said on the Sabotage preshow? Oh, yes, 'Sex & Violence, that being Trevor, Kalayla and myself by the way...' In that one sentence, Tony said it all, you and Sabur are second class citizens in this partnership. Now I guess some people are happy to put up with that so long as they can ride the coattails of the big boy in the playground, but you don't even get that, Sex & Violence is going nowhere and either they are a milestone around your nexk or you're one making them sink all the quicker.”
I leaned back on my bike, resting my head against the leather for a moment before looking up once again, “And then there's Sabur whose best insult is still that he thinks I'm transgendered. Now see, I am not going to defend myself over that because the people that matter know the truth, you can keep on bringing your five year old insults like they're supposed to mean anything, me? I still think that you are a joke, the light fluff that the bosses only put on to give the crowd a break from the serious shit. You are still a gimmick, now youy're just one being used as fodder by the three that lead the stable. You can make the fans laugh, whether they're laughing at you or with you is another matter altogether, but that doesn't mean anything when it gets down to the actual business, you being in the ring with people who intend to hurt you, to maim you if necessary, to put you away. Sabur, you're going to get milked for every ounce of blood sweat and tears in your body and then, well, we know what happens to cows when they are no longer useful.”[/b][/color]
I smirked at that last line, “Sabur, the Cold Hard Fact is that Diana and myself, we are not stepping into a man's world, we've been a part of it for most of our careers, we know how to deal with big men like you and how to them away and with Lively in our corner, we know everything about you and Ryan that I didn't pick up from my first match in the ring with you. As for Tony, I have already pointed out my history with him, this will be the fourth match that we get in the ring together over, maybe after this one he will just take the hint and go away, save himself the future beatings that are to come if he continues to be a thorn in my side, one can only hope, for his own safety, anyway.”
I looked towards Diana, raising an eyebrow, “Well I'm done, anything to add?”[/size]
The roar of two powerful motorbike engines was almost deafening as Diana and myself raced on a narrow woodland path, any overtaking that was happening between the two of us not taking place merely 'off the racing line' like regular racers might, but off the damn track altogether. I chuckled as I keyed the throat mic, “Had enough?”
I was laughing too soon as Diana cut me up at a sharp left turn, forcing me off of the path altogether and trailblazing as I had to look for it once more, “I was about to ask you the same question.”
I grinned under my helmet, “Hardly.” Ducking my head to avoid low branches, I gunned the engine and barely kept my balance skidding on the uneven woodland floor, I flew through a brush, fishtailed to keep the bike on its wheels and looked back to see Diana having to brake sharply.
“You...are out of your mind.”
I could tell that she wasn't all too pissed about it, so my 'sorry' was less than contrite as we slowed our bikes down to bring them onto the open road, “That's about the most dangerous thing we'll be doing this week.”
“Including our match?”
“Damn right.”
“Ha! You and Tony again, now that one never gets old.”
I laughed into my mic but scowled as we came across an APW truck, the driver of which was thumbing us to pull over, “You want to abuse the camera first or me?”
“All yours.”
We pulled up to a stop and kicked our bike stands into place. I unbuckled my helmet and shook my hair loose as the camera flunkies got themselves all set up. I stretched my shoulders, glaring as the lens was pointed at me, “So we're back in America where, not that there was much competition, the fans are actually smarter than the Australians we've been dealing with...but since this is Nashville, Tennessee, only just.”
“Hey, I come from Tennessee!”
That came from the cameraman, “Which would be why you're doing a minimum wage job while I can already support myself for the rest of my life, I would ask how old you are now, but I don't really care.”
“They get minimum wage now? When did that happen?”
“Yeah, good old pay rises.” I shrugged my shoulders, “Not that the literacy or general knowledge of the general Nashville resident, or lack of, should be of any concern to use, because what they're coming to see is wrestling, violence, two teams kicking the absolute crap out of each other just because they can. Of course, they're thinking that the Church of Kaos is going to get beaten...”
“Are they?”
“Yeah, not too bright. But of course, we all know what happened the last time I was in the ring with Sabur and Razor Ryan, and we also know what has happened each and every time Lively has been on with Tony, but that's where people get confused, because you see, those with less than three braincells to rub together tend to only be able to remember a couple of months, I guess it's a defence mechanism against the tedium of their lives. You see, the first point, what happened with me in the ring with Sabur and Razor Ryan, there is a very important difference there,and I'm not talking three on three rather than two on two on two. Fyre Angel and I were a proficient tag team, we'd trained together and both separately held tag team championships. We still came on the losing end of that but here's the key difference, Diana and I have trained and held our tag team championships together. We are a team that spent two years together, we shared hotel rooms, we were road buddies, we developed a bond that fighting each other in the ring three times has only strengthened. In short, we know each other inside out and we are quite capable of coming out on top in situation where we are vastly outweighed. This is far from an idle boast and anyone bothering to do their research will see that.”
I ran my fingers through my hair, “The other thing people are saying works against us is that Tony seems to have Lively's number. Well, if Tony has Lively's number, I have Tony's on speed dial, how many times have we met, Tony? Well I'll tell you because I remember every single one. Tag match for the tag team championships, you and Trevor against Diana and myself, Diana caused the ref to stop the match for Trevor's safety but I stopped you getting him out of that mess yourself. Hardcore triple threat between you, me and Bryan A. Dyamond, who did I pin to win the Hardcore title, Tony? A little clue here, the same man I defended it against and defeated two weeks later. I know you of old, Tony, you're a choke artist and you always will be for one reason. Whatever you do, like that little title you have now, Trevor will never let you leave his shadow. Why do you think we split away, Tony? Because we were bored? No. Because we woke up one day and thought hey, why don't we screw around? Hardly. The fact is that Trevor has to have his own way, he has to have the limelight and he will hurt anyone to get it. That's detrimental to anyone close to him and anyone with any sort of smarts can see that it's detrimental to the APW as a whole. It's not your fault that you've been conditioned to be a choke artist, Tony, it's your brother's. When there's nothing he can do to interfere, to get involved, you're in the high pressure situation and that is something that anyone with, y'know, talent, will be able to use against you...or maybe you don't know what I'm talking about when I say talent, you'd have to actually have some to understand, of course.”
I took a breath and looked into the camera for a long moment, “Tony, you may be a choke artist, but Razor Ryan, he's got to be somewhere near your level. How many shots at a title have you had now, Ryan? Two or three since I signed on? And I'm guessing there were at least one or two before. See, the problem is you're in a stable full of egos, what you had before was a fairly tight knit team, your own tantrums towards certain people excepting, and now you're playing second tier to the Blackwells. I've been there, Ryan, believe me, and I have given you enough warnings over the issue, so this Overdrive, I am going to have to drive my point home. The Church of Kaos, we are one tight knit group, we are people who look out for each other, who don't try and push ourselves above anyone else in our family. Sex & Violence: Version X? The name says it all, it's still Sex & Violence, they just happen to have some chumps that used to call themselves Revolution X now. Now to me, going from leading your own stable to having to put up with that is just pathetic. What was it that Tony said on the Sabotage preshow? Oh, yes, 'Sex & Violence, that being Trevor, Kalayla and myself by the way...' In that one sentence, Tony said it all, you and Sabur are second class citizens in this partnership. Now I guess some people are happy to put up with that so long as they can ride the coattails of the big boy in the playground, but you don't even get that, Sex & Violence is going nowhere and either they are a milestone around your nexk or you're one making them sink all the quicker.”
I leaned back on my bike, resting my head against the leather for a moment before looking up once again, “And then there's Sabur whose best insult is still that he thinks I'm transgendered. Now see, I am not going to defend myself over that because the people that matter know the truth, you can keep on bringing your five year old insults like they're supposed to mean anything, me? I still think that you are a joke, the light fluff that the bosses only put on to give the crowd a break from the serious shit. You are still a gimmick, now youy're just one being used as fodder by the three that lead the stable. You can make the fans laugh, whether they're laughing at you or with you is another matter altogether, but that doesn't mean anything when it gets down to the actual business, you being in the ring with people who intend to hurt you, to maim you if necessary, to put you away. Sabur, you're going to get milked for every ounce of blood sweat and tears in your body and then, well, we know what happens to cows when they are no longer useful.”[/b][/color]
I smirked at that last line, “Sabur, the Cold Hard Fact is that Diana and myself, we are not stepping into a man's world, we've been a part of it for most of our careers, we know how to deal with big men like you and how to them away and with Lively in our corner, we know everything about you and Ryan that I didn't pick up from my first match in the ring with you. As for Tony, I have already pointed out my history with him, this will be the fourth match that we get in the ring together over, maybe after this one he will just take the hint and go away, save himself the future beatings that are to come if he continues to be a thorn in my side, one can only hope, for his own safety, anyway.”
I looked towards Diana, raising an eyebrow, “Well I'm done, anything to add?”[/size]
