Post by The Xtremist on Feb 29, 2008 23:57:41 GMT -4
Tony: Jeff really knows how to make matches. Not only did he make a great PPV card for Carnage, but now he is giving the entire roster a shot at the APW World Heavyweight Championship. It’s a great opportunity for us. Sex and Violence could walk out having the number one contendership, and eventually walk out of Rasslemania a champion.
The Xtremist Tony Blackwell sipped on his own brewed Blackwell brand Jägermeister, enjoying both its taste and burn as it went down his throat. The younger Blackwell brother was sitting in his apartment with the rest of Sex and Violence. The Hardcore Princess Kristina Blackwell, The Ego Crusher Kenny Lombardo and the sinfully dangerous Fyre Angel nodded in agreement. For once, the Drunken Duke was right about something.
Kaos: Sex and Violence must walk out of the next Overdrive with a number one contender in its ranks.
Kristina: So I guess were working together, like on big fucked up hardcore family? Sounds good to me, but just remember I won’t be losing this match. Sorry guys but I need to win this. I lost my chance for the Xtreme title, and I won’t lose a chance for Heavyweight gold.
As the words on the Xtreme title match crossed Kristina’s lips, a laugh was heard across the room. The Hardcore Icon Trevor Blackwell could only do as such when the match was brought up. His sister fought hard but in the end it could not beat the just plain strength and endurance.
Tony: Yea, a big fucked up family. We need to make sure one of us wins. So no one purposely strike each other until Sex and Violence are the last ones left. Trevor, come to ringside if you can. We can use you help to even the odds.
Fyre Angel: Since when do you speak soberly and all correct? Your Blackwell blend not strong enough? Or did Kenny give you a monster to sober your drunken ass up?
Tony: I speak all “Soberly and correct” when there’s fucking gold on the line. We must win this. I don’t care if I have to break everyone of our enemy’s knees, smash multiple sets of nuts or hell, drink more Jägermeister then normal.
The group nodded in agreement, smirking with the last part of Tony’s little rant... This was not a time to bullshit. Sex and Violence could end up holding all the gold in APW if this match and the one at Rasslemania were to be won.
Trevor: I will see what I can do. John Green won’t be an easy opponent, but I will beat him. The Xtreme title needs to be the best in the business when held by me.
Kristina: Yea, until I take it from you bro.
Kaos: Can it Kristina. You lost so deal with it. We need a battle plan. Ill take Saxton’s butt buddy El Sueno. That son of a man cow is going down. Kristina, Angel, take people out together. You guys are light and don’t have the strength to just toss people. Tony...
Tony: Ill take Sabur. He may be the size of a cow due to his little juicy friends, but I can take him. No one can hit harder then me.
Sex and Violence thought about the tactics thus far. It made sense. Let the Sergeant take Saxtons partner out while Tony became a drunken wrecking ball. Fyre and Kristina would work together with Trevor in interference.
Fyre: We are still outnumbered by one wrestler. That could really work against us unless we bring in some in support. I personally choose a bit of fire. Nasty smell when hit against but flesh but fun to play with.
Kaos: I have an idea on who can help us. It is a long shot though. Let’s say me and him have some history. Tony you might remember him. Very ICY persona and shit like that. The only one to predict my rise in messiah hood. One of the few members of my “family” here in APW. Not including us.
Trevor: Keep that ego up and I might rip another hood of yours off.
Tony and Kaos winced at the thought of that.
Tony: Stop getting angry at Kaos here Trevor. Just because you use your Singapore cane to compensate for a little piece of junk doesn’t mean you gotta rip off everyone else’s.
Kristina winced at The Xtremist’s words.
Kris: Stop talking about your penises! Not you Kenny keep going. But I don’t want to hear anymore about my brother junk….or lack therefore.
A flame erupted past the eyes of each person in the room. Fyre Angel put the bottle of Blackwell Jägermeister down along with her lighter. She smiled seductively to the men in the room, and winked at Kristina.
Tony: Did you sip on my Jager? I didn’t give you permission.
Fyre: You never had a problem back in the day pyro boy. Or did the entire baby punting incident in Amsterdam clog your memory up?
Tony: First off they were animatronic children; second let’s get back to business. Kaos has seemed to fix our number problem. And we all know our roles. This Monday at Overdrive we will win. Now, all of you but Kaos leave. I must speak with him.
The rest of Sex and Violence cocked their eyebrows much like a certain Brahma bull we all know and hate...or love. They of course left, not wanting to be on the receiving end of the drunken hardcore wrestler’s wrath. Kaos looked back at The Xtremist with a quizzical look in his eyes.
Kaos: Whats up Tony?
Tony: Kaos, me and you have had our differences. Hell I helped crucify you. And yet you still find it in your “Messiah” heart of hearts to help us. To fight with and for the Blackwells. Now I will return the favor. I will do everything in my power to make sure you win the royal. Even if I must take on the rest of the stable. Go, say nothing and leave. Ill see you Monday…..
Kaos shot a cocky grin and stood up. He struck a quick I am god pose and walked out, passing a camera crew on his way out.
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Camera Dude: Ladies and gentlemen, APW proudly presents to you “Drinking with the Duke!”
A crowd roaring audio track is played as The Xtremist Tony Blackwell came into view. He looked drunk as all ways, but had a serious look only a marine could match.
Tony: What’s going on guys! This is your Power bomb Prince here bringing you a lovely little segment I call drinking with the duke. Ill use this time to get shit off my chest, show off new shit from my collection, or make fun of fan letters. But this first installment is business. As you all know, there is a battle royal this Monday at Overdrive. Now, I am sure you all know who is going to win, so I won’t bother you with that. But I do have opinions to state to the world.
Tony took a shot of his bottle and placed it gently down. A devilish grin appeared on his face as more words came from his mouth, taking a slightly darker and more serious tone with each passing word.
Tony: To El Sueno, watch your back. I ended your buddy Saxton’s career in my debut, taking the mantle of career killer. Do yourself a favor and don’t come to the match. Save me the trouble of ending your career you little insignificant fuck. Hardcore kid and Vinnie, watch your selves. I don’t take to kindly to those who have so far in my eyes only claimed being hardcore.
The Xtremist took a final chug of his bottle and threw it past the camera man. A squeal was heard as the glass object smashed against the wall and exploded.
Camera Dude: Watch it man! Jeff’s not paying me to be abused like some AV dude!
A smile curled into shape from Tony’s face.
Tony: Ignore my soon to be beaten camera man for a minute folks. Now Sabur, you’re a cow. Even you say it through your “Moo Moo” mating call and growth hormone slams. But you take it in stride and keep moving on, not letting it piss you off. Good luck, you’ll need it my fellow hard hitter. Razor Ryan, pull a stunt by using your manager again and I will hunt you down, making you pay for each screw job you pulled on Fyre Angel. I promise this. Basten, Locke, stay out of our way. You don’t want to be in front of this wrecking ball.
Tony stopped before he spoke again, staring with raging eyes into the camera. The following was spoken in a dark voice, one that Lucifer himself would cringe at, and god would bow to.
Tony: Kristina…..Fyre…..no offence guys but we made a promise. I will take you out so our number one contender can get his shot. I will even forsake my chance just to push Kaos to gold one more time. He has had my back for many years, and punished that many more. And I will repay him for his help. I say this now, for all to hear. Sgt. Kaos Lambardo will wrestle John Green at Rasslemania. I guarantee it.
Tony stood up and grabbed the camera. He pointed it at the scared shitless camera man and laughed with the darkness no devil could reach, no god would touch, and a mortal would shit animatronic babies from hearing. The visual feed cut as the camera was launched into a wall. But through audio we here crashes, breaking of glass and the thud of a freezer door meeting bone and flesh. All feeds cut, leaving the words……
[glow=blue,2,300]Kenny Lambardo, #1 contender.
Let the road to the first Reign Of Kaos in APW begin this Monday[/glow]
The words fade, blackness taking the screen.
The Xtremist Tony Blackwell sipped on his own brewed Blackwell brand Jägermeister, enjoying both its taste and burn as it went down his throat. The younger Blackwell brother was sitting in his apartment with the rest of Sex and Violence. The Hardcore Princess Kristina Blackwell, The Ego Crusher Kenny Lombardo and the sinfully dangerous Fyre Angel nodded in agreement. For once, the Drunken Duke was right about something.
Kaos: Sex and Violence must walk out of the next Overdrive with a number one contender in its ranks.
Kristina: So I guess were working together, like on big fucked up hardcore family? Sounds good to me, but just remember I won’t be losing this match. Sorry guys but I need to win this. I lost my chance for the Xtreme title, and I won’t lose a chance for Heavyweight gold.
As the words on the Xtreme title match crossed Kristina’s lips, a laugh was heard across the room. The Hardcore Icon Trevor Blackwell could only do as such when the match was brought up. His sister fought hard but in the end it could not beat the just plain strength and endurance.
Tony: Yea, a big fucked up family. We need to make sure one of us wins. So no one purposely strike each other until Sex and Violence are the last ones left. Trevor, come to ringside if you can. We can use you help to even the odds.
Fyre Angel: Since when do you speak soberly and all correct? Your Blackwell blend not strong enough? Or did Kenny give you a monster to sober your drunken ass up?
Tony: I speak all “Soberly and correct” when there’s fucking gold on the line. We must win this. I don’t care if I have to break everyone of our enemy’s knees, smash multiple sets of nuts or hell, drink more Jägermeister then normal.
The group nodded in agreement, smirking with the last part of Tony’s little rant... This was not a time to bullshit. Sex and Violence could end up holding all the gold in APW if this match and the one at Rasslemania were to be won.
Trevor: I will see what I can do. John Green won’t be an easy opponent, but I will beat him. The Xtreme title needs to be the best in the business when held by me.
Kristina: Yea, until I take it from you bro.
Kaos: Can it Kristina. You lost so deal with it. We need a battle plan. Ill take Saxton’s butt buddy El Sueno. That son of a man cow is going down. Kristina, Angel, take people out together. You guys are light and don’t have the strength to just toss people. Tony...
Tony: Ill take Sabur. He may be the size of a cow due to his little juicy friends, but I can take him. No one can hit harder then me.
Sex and Violence thought about the tactics thus far. It made sense. Let the Sergeant take Saxtons partner out while Tony became a drunken wrecking ball. Fyre and Kristina would work together with Trevor in interference.
Fyre: We are still outnumbered by one wrestler. That could really work against us unless we bring in some in support. I personally choose a bit of fire. Nasty smell when hit against but flesh but fun to play with.
Kaos: I have an idea on who can help us. It is a long shot though. Let’s say me and him have some history. Tony you might remember him. Very ICY persona and shit like that. The only one to predict my rise in messiah hood. One of the few members of my “family” here in APW. Not including us.
Trevor: Keep that ego up and I might rip another hood of yours off.
Tony and Kaos winced at the thought of that.
Tony: Stop getting angry at Kaos here Trevor. Just because you use your Singapore cane to compensate for a little piece of junk doesn’t mean you gotta rip off everyone else’s.
Kristina winced at The Xtremist’s words.
Kris: Stop talking about your penises! Not you Kenny keep going. But I don’t want to hear anymore about my brother junk….or lack therefore.
A flame erupted past the eyes of each person in the room. Fyre Angel put the bottle of Blackwell Jägermeister down along with her lighter. She smiled seductively to the men in the room, and winked at Kristina.
Tony: Did you sip on my Jager? I didn’t give you permission.
Fyre: You never had a problem back in the day pyro boy. Or did the entire baby punting incident in Amsterdam clog your memory up?
Tony: First off they were animatronic children; second let’s get back to business. Kaos has seemed to fix our number problem. And we all know our roles. This Monday at Overdrive we will win. Now, all of you but Kaos leave. I must speak with him.
The rest of Sex and Violence cocked their eyebrows much like a certain Brahma bull we all know and hate...or love. They of course left, not wanting to be on the receiving end of the drunken hardcore wrestler’s wrath. Kaos looked back at The Xtremist with a quizzical look in his eyes.
Kaos: Whats up Tony?
Tony: Kaos, me and you have had our differences. Hell I helped crucify you. And yet you still find it in your “Messiah” heart of hearts to help us. To fight with and for the Blackwells. Now I will return the favor. I will do everything in my power to make sure you win the royal. Even if I must take on the rest of the stable. Go, say nothing and leave. Ill see you Monday…..
Kaos shot a cocky grin and stood up. He struck a quick I am god pose and walked out, passing a camera crew on his way out.
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Camera Dude: Ladies and gentlemen, APW proudly presents to you “Drinking with the Duke!”
A crowd roaring audio track is played as The Xtremist Tony Blackwell came into view. He looked drunk as all ways, but had a serious look only a marine could match.
Tony: What’s going on guys! This is your Power bomb Prince here bringing you a lovely little segment I call drinking with the duke. Ill use this time to get shit off my chest, show off new shit from my collection, or make fun of fan letters. But this first installment is business. As you all know, there is a battle royal this Monday at Overdrive. Now, I am sure you all know who is going to win, so I won’t bother you with that. But I do have opinions to state to the world.
Tony took a shot of his bottle and placed it gently down. A devilish grin appeared on his face as more words came from his mouth, taking a slightly darker and more serious tone with each passing word.
Tony: To El Sueno, watch your back. I ended your buddy Saxton’s career in my debut, taking the mantle of career killer. Do yourself a favor and don’t come to the match. Save me the trouble of ending your career you little insignificant fuck. Hardcore kid and Vinnie, watch your selves. I don’t take to kindly to those who have so far in my eyes only claimed being hardcore.
The Xtremist took a final chug of his bottle and threw it past the camera man. A squeal was heard as the glass object smashed against the wall and exploded.
Camera Dude: Watch it man! Jeff’s not paying me to be abused like some AV dude!
A smile curled into shape from Tony’s face.
Tony: Ignore my soon to be beaten camera man for a minute folks. Now Sabur, you’re a cow. Even you say it through your “Moo Moo” mating call and growth hormone slams. But you take it in stride and keep moving on, not letting it piss you off. Good luck, you’ll need it my fellow hard hitter. Razor Ryan, pull a stunt by using your manager again and I will hunt you down, making you pay for each screw job you pulled on Fyre Angel. I promise this. Basten, Locke, stay out of our way. You don’t want to be in front of this wrecking ball.
Tony stopped before he spoke again, staring with raging eyes into the camera. The following was spoken in a dark voice, one that Lucifer himself would cringe at, and god would bow to.
Tony: Kristina…..Fyre…..no offence guys but we made a promise. I will take you out so our number one contender can get his shot. I will even forsake my chance just to push Kaos to gold one more time. He has had my back for many years, and punished that many more. And I will repay him for his help. I say this now, for all to hear. Sgt. Kaos Lambardo will wrestle John Green at Rasslemania. I guarantee it.
Tony stood up and grabbed the camera. He pointed it at the scared shitless camera man and laughed with the darkness no devil could reach, no god would touch, and a mortal would shit animatronic babies from hearing. The visual feed cut as the camera was launched into a wall. But through audio we here crashes, breaking of glass and the thud of a freezer door meeting bone and flesh. All feeds cut, leaving the words……
[glow=blue,2,300]Kenny Lambardo, #1 contender.
Let the road to the first Reign Of Kaos in APW begin this Monday[/glow]
The words fade, blackness taking the screen.
