Post by The Xtremist on May 4, 2008 3:23:50 GMT -4
The leather clad soldier of hardcore Tony Blackwell paced back and forth in the Sex and Violence locker room. He wasn’t waiting for news or bored. No the warrior was angry. Why was he angry? Simple. Tony was being put into a handicap match against The Dark Paladin Sprit Tara Jacobs, The Actual Overdrive Champ Diana Steel and “ The Jesus of Wrestling” Mike lively. Well, it wasn’t really a handicap bout. Tony did have Sabur and Razor Ryan in his corner but neither the one hit wonder Sabur or the revolutionary reject could do much against the COK.
Emrys: Tony I’ll meet you in Tennessee ok? We can film your shit there. [/color]
Tony nodded to his cameraman, fixing the Xtreme title that lay over his left shoulder. 3 men had fought against The Xtremist at Sabotage for the title but all were burned in a blaze of glory. But that match would soon be eclipsed by the Tag Team battle on Overdrive. Emrys left to get to his plane, leaving The Power Bomb Prince to his own work. Feeling a tad bit parched, the younger Blackwell brother thought it was a good idea to head to the arena’s vending machine. With the title still over the shoulder, Tony left for his quest for a drink. One fit for a god….A Monster BFC.
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As Tony turns to the vending area, he spots the Spotlight Kid, the young Vin E. Lambardo. Vin steps to the side and allows the Xtreme champ to get a BFC.
Tony: Hey, you’re Vin E, right?
Vin: Yeah
Vin’s voice sounded slightly irritated. Tony cocked his eyebrow to the tone. Ignoring the urge to ask “ What crawled up your ass”, he introduced himself to the youngest Lambardo.
Tony: Tony Blackwell[/color]
Tony extends his hand in a gesture of courtesy. Vin accepts his hand in kind.
Vin: Nice to meet you
The Xtremist tilted his head to agree with the submission technician. Tony motions to Vin with his hands in a slightly inquisitive manner.
Tony: If you don’t mind, you look pretty pissed. Why?[/color]
Vin: I am, and you would be to if you just found out that you have to wrestle two guys, that you just finished beating the ever living shit out of, for a third week in a row.
Tony: Believe me I know how you feel. I have been there and back. I hear that it’s a hardcore parking lot brawl?[/color]
Vin: Yeah, I have a few things in mind for them
Tony: You ever been in a hardcore match before?
Vin: No
Tony: Well if you want I’ve got a couple of hours with nothing to do, you wanna learn something?[/color]
Vin: Sure why the hell not.
Tony had Vin follow him to the gym. He spends the better part of the next two hours explaining the finer points of Hardcore wrestling to his new friend. The art of the steel chair, how to use a Singapore cane. And of course, the anatomy of a Molotov Cocktail.
Tony: So, what do you think?[/b]
Vin: What do I think? Wait, let me get this straight, you mean to tell me that I get to take these two into the parking lot and beat them within an inch of their lives, with whatever I want to do it with, and I won’t go to jail?
Tony: That’s what I said.[/color]
Tony grinned, knowing what destructive thoughts his brief training had sparked in the mind of Vin.
Vin: Done, Over, Finished, it’s officially taken care of. That has got to be the best fucking news I have heard since I got here. Listen thank you very much for your help, I mean that, but I have to go I have calls to make and things to set up. We should have a beer sometime soon. Here, take my cell, hit me up later.[/b]
Tony: Ok man I’ll see you around.[/b]
Vin: Later
Tony and Vin parted ways. Vin went to do his thing, while Tony went to the airport to go home. On the way the Xtreme champ received a text from Trevor, reading…
Tony laughed as he got into the limo for the airport.
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The camera cuts to the pitch black arena. The lights slowly raise in brightness as ”Wait and Bleed” by Slipknot blasts over the speakers of the arena. The Xtreme Champion Tony Blackwell steps out from the backstage area and strikes his crucifix pose. In one hand is a Zippo lighter, the other a bottle of Blackwell blend liquor. Tony puts a little of the fluid into his mouth and lights the lighter. He spits the drink into the flame and watches as a fire mist appears in front of him. The Power Bomb Prince throws the bottle into the crowd and runs down the ramp, sliding into the ring at the end. He climbs the nearest turnbuckle and holds his title in the air like Randy Orton, the strikes another crucifix. A microphone is handed to Tony by the ring announcer. He waits for the crowd to die down before speaking, letting the energy of the fans get loose for his in ring.
Tony: At Sabotage I proved to everyone why I am Xtreme Champ. Michael Lively, Jake Ruby and Razor Ryan all got burned in our match. Each man was put away by me at once. And now that I proved my skill in hardcore, Jeff decided I needed a challenge. Later tonight on Overdrive I will face Sprit Tara Jacobs, Mike Lively and Diana Steel in a handicap match.
The crowd collectively gives Tony a confused stare and grunt. They could have sworn they were going to see a six man tag…
Tony: I know the card says a six man tag but come on! The One hit wonder Sabur and his reject boss Razor Ryan will be no help tonight. Each man has proven time and time again that they are inconsistent. Against the might of STJ or Diana Steel they will fall. Listen to me guys. Just don’t show up and let me fight this on my own. Actually, do come. Take out Michael Lively for me I am tired of fighting him. I’ve faced him three times already in APW. Each bout my hand was raised, and I walked away. He is not my concern. My worries lie with Spirit and Diana. These Valkyrie's of the COK are tag team specialist and amazing athletes alone. I have won and lost to each of them, more times with a loss sadly. But I am not the same man the pushed around all those years ago. No I have evolved into something larger and more powerful. Ladies, I beg you, bring you’re a-game to our fight. Do not hold back because you are being allowed a two on one advantage. Bring all you can against me. It took three of you last time to finish me off, and with the battle lines clearly drawn this time I won’t get jumped. This title says I am the baddest mother fu…god damn censors…anyway the belt lets the rest of the roster know I am not one to be pushed around. So bring the reign, be the Shepard’s for thee. Just remember no hits harder then Tony Blackwell.[/color]
Tony puts the mic on the ground and climbs the turnbuckle again, raising the title again as the camera cuts.
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As Tony taped his wrists and laced his boots, he let his mind wander back to Monday, when he and Vin trained. That day the Xtremist saw something in the younger Lambardo’s eyes. Passion. The kid loved fighting, loved being paid to legally beat someone and not have to live deal to deal. That kind of fire remined Tony of one person when he was first introduced to wrestling. Himself. All though when the former drinking duke first came onto the scene he was much more of a loner then Vin, he to shared the fire for the fight.
As if listening to the inner thoughts of Tony, a text popped on the Blackwells phone. It was from Vin.
Tony smiled. Yes, Vin defiantly a lot like Tony.
Emrys: Tony I’ll meet you in Tennessee ok? We can film your shit there. [/color]
Tony nodded to his cameraman, fixing the Xtreme title that lay over his left shoulder. 3 men had fought against The Xtremist at Sabotage for the title but all were burned in a blaze of glory. But that match would soon be eclipsed by the Tag Team battle on Overdrive. Emrys left to get to his plane, leaving The Power Bomb Prince to his own work. Feeling a tad bit parched, the younger Blackwell brother thought it was a good idea to head to the arena’s vending machine. With the title still over the shoulder, Tony left for his quest for a drink. One fit for a god….A Monster BFC.
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As Tony turns to the vending area, he spots the Spotlight Kid, the young Vin E. Lambardo. Vin steps to the side and allows the Xtreme champ to get a BFC.
Tony: Hey, you’re Vin E, right?
Vin: Yeah
Vin’s voice sounded slightly irritated. Tony cocked his eyebrow to the tone. Ignoring the urge to ask “ What crawled up your ass”, he introduced himself to the youngest Lambardo.
Tony: Tony Blackwell[/color]
Tony extends his hand in a gesture of courtesy. Vin accepts his hand in kind.
Vin: Nice to meet you
The Xtremist tilted his head to agree with the submission technician. Tony motions to Vin with his hands in a slightly inquisitive manner.
Tony: If you don’t mind, you look pretty pissed. Why?[/color]
Vin: I am, and you would be to if you just found out that you have to wrestle two guys, that you just finished beating the ever living shit out of, for a third week in a row.
Tony: Believe me I know how you feel. I have been there and back. I hear that it’s a hardcore parking lot brawl?[/color]
Vin: Yeah, I have a few things in mind for them
Tony: You ever been in a hardcore match before?
Vin: No
Tony: Well if you want I’ve got a couple of hours with nothing to do, you wanna learn something?[/color]
Vin: Sure why the hell not.
Tony had Vin follow him to the gym. He spends the better part of the next two hours explaining the finer points of Hardcore wrestling to his new friend. The art of the steel chair, how to use a Singapore cane. And of course, the anatomy of a Molotov Cocktail.
Tony: So, what do you think?[/b]
Vin: What do I think? Wait, let me get this straight, you mean to tell me that I get to take these two into the parking lot and beat them within an inch of their lives, with whatever I want to do it with, and I won’t go to jail?
Tony: That’s what I said.[/color]
Tony grinned, knowing what destructive thoughts his brief training had sparked in the mind of Vin.
Vin: Done, Over, Finished, it’s officially taken care of. That has got to be the best fucking news I have heard since I got here. Listen thank you very much for your help, I mean that, but I have to go I have calls to make and things to set up. We should have a beer sometime soon. Here, take my cell, hit me up later.[/b]
Tony: Ok man I’ll see you around.[/b]
Vin: Later
Tony and Vin parted ways. Vin went to do his thing, while Tony went to the airport to go home. On the way the Xtreme champ received a text from Trevor, reading…
Yo bro don’t forget to get on the plan home. I know the years of drinking have killed a few brain cells so I figured you wanted a reminder.
[/color] Tony laughed as he got into the limo for the airport.
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The camera cuts to the pitch black arena. The lights slowly raise in brightness as ”Wait and Bleed” by Slipknot blasts over the speakers of the arena. The Xtreme Champion Tony Blackwell steps out from the backstage area and strikes his crucifix pose. In one hand is a Zippo lighter, the other a bottle of Blackwell blend liquor. Tony puts a little of the fluid into his mouth and lights the lighter. He spits the drink into the flame and watches as a fire mist appears in front of him. The Power Bomb Prince throws the bottle into the crowd and runs down the ramp, sliding into the ring at the end. He climbs the nearest turnbuckle and holds his title in the air like Randy Orton, the strikes another crucifix. A microphone is handed to Tony by the ring announcer. He waits for the crowd to die down before speaking, letting the energy of the fans get loose for his in ring.
Tony: At Sabotage I proved to everyone why I am Xtreme Champ. Michael Lively, Jake Ruby and Razor Ryan all got burned in our match. Each man was put away by me at once. And now that I proved my skill in hardcore, Jeff decided I needed a challenge. Later tonight on Overdrive I will face Sprit Tara Jacobs, Mike Lively and Diana Steel in a handicap match.
The crowd collectively gives Tony a confused stare and grunt. They could have sworn they were going to see a six man tag…
Tony: I know the card says a six man tag but come on! The One hit wonder Sabur and his reject boss Razor Ryan will be no help tonight. Each man has proven time and time again that they are inconsistent. Against the might of STJ or Diana Steel they will fall. Listen to me guys. Just don’t show up and let me fight this on my own. Actually, do come. Take out Michael Lively for me I am tired of fighting him. I’ve faced him three times already in APW. Each bout my hand was raised, and I walked away. He is not my concern. My worries lie with Spirit and Diana. These Valkyrie's of the COK are tag team specialist and amazing athletes alone. I have won and lost to each of them, more times with a loss sadly. But I am not the same man the pushed around all those years ago. No I have evolved into something larger and more powerful. Ladies, I beg you, bring you’re a-game to our fight. Do not hold back because you are being allowed a two on one advantage. Bring all you can against me. It took three of you last time to finish me off, and with the battle lines clearly drawn this time I won’t get jumped. This title says I am the baddest mother fu…god damn censors…anyway the belt lets the rest of the roster know I am not one to be pushed around. So bring the reign, be the Shepard’s for thee. Just remember no hits harder then Tony Blackwell.[/color]
Tony puts the mic on the ground and climbs the turnbuckle again, raising the title again as the camera cuts.
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As Tony taped his wrists and laced his boots, he let his mind wander back to Monday, when he and Vin trained. That day the Xtremist saw something in the younger Lambardo’s eyes. Passion. The kid loved fighting, loved being paid to legally beat someone and not have to live deal to deal. That kind of fire remined Tony of one person when he was first introduced to wrestling. Himself. All though when the former drinking duke first came onto the scene he was much more of a loner then Vin, he to shared the fire for the fight.
As if listening to the inner thoughts of Tony, a text popped on the Blackwells phone. It was from Vin.
Yo Tony, we got a few hours before we gotta wrestle, want to chill and shit? Got a couple 40’s and a nice dub sack waiting. Meet outback. Peace.
[/color]Tony smiled. Yes, Vin defiantly a lot like Tony.
