Post by Varga Zodd on Mar 16, 2008 20:28:40 GMT -4
Yeah, it's been a while since I've popped my head into the offices of Action Packed Wrestling.
I flew back home to Vegas for the past week, trying to wrap my head around something completely unexpected.
Trevor Blackwell decided that he no longer wishes to be the APW Extreme Champion and has graciously given me the green light to show him exactly what it means to mess with Vinnie HaRdCoRe.
I'm getting a bit ahead of myself, though.
Having just arrived in Hartford, Connecticut - a city which I've never been to in my life and can honestly say I've never had any desire to be in - I've taken a trip down to the XL Center where history will be made.
Naturally, President Jeff has got one of his roaming camera jockeys hanging out at the venue just to snatch some sound and video bytes from the competitors that show up.
"The question on everyone's mind has had nothing to do with Kenny Lombardo or the Blackholes. Everyone - and I do mean everyone - has been wondering how John Green and Vinnie HaRdCoRe are going to coexist in a tag-team match together."
"I'll be the first to tell you that I don't have a clue how we're going to get along."
"What I can tell you, though, is that Green and I have been headlining Action Packed Wrestling since day one and if anyone knows me better than him - and vice-versa - I'd be surprised. Do I trust him?"
"Why not? He's the Champion, so he's the one that needs to be watching his back, not me. As for Razor Ryan, I've got no history with the guy at all and so long as he can hold his weight in our match, he's fine by me."[/color]
It's going to be interesting to see how much John trusts me, that's for sure. Twice, I've nearly beaten him to become APW World Champion and he knows that he's been able to hold onto that title only because he's been lucky. Luck runs out in time.
"Next up, I'm going to address my opponents."
"Tony Blackwell, dubbed 'The Xtremist' for some assinine reason."
"Tony, I've yet to see anything extreme out of you to make you worthy of the moniker you've given yourself. Basically, I'm happy to leave you to Razor Ryan. I'm sure he'll kick your ass all over the XL Center and I won't even have to bother paying you any further attention."
"Sergeant Kenneth Lombardo - Kaos. What more needs to be said?"
"You had your little buddy punk me out at the end of our number one contenders match so that you could move along to face John Green for the APW World Championship. Let me promise you one thing - and this coming from the guy that's faced Green at the last two pay-per-view extravaganzas for the strap - John Green is going to eat you alive. Drink as many Monster energy drinks as you can and bilk them for all the royalties they'll give you because after Rasslemania IV, they'll be begging you to stop shilling their product because nobody wants to be associated with a loser that didn't deserve his spot in the first place."[/color]
I have to take a deep breath and gather my thoughts. Coming off like a raving lunatic isn't what I want to do in front of the camera.
At least not while there's no match going on.
"'The Career Killer' Trevor Blackwell. The current reigning APW Xtreme Champion."
"For a 'Career Killer', Blackhole, you've certainly done absolutely nothing here in Action Packed Wrestling. Who've you retired from the sport?"[/color]
This is where I hum the Jeapardy theme for thirty seconds, allowing everyone to realize that nobody's career has been killed here by Trevor.
"Time's up."
"Oh, that's right, Trev - you haven't put anyone out of the business since being one of the first guys signed to a contract by President Jeff. Maybe you should look for a new nickname."
"Unfortunately for you, last Monday night you stuck your nose in the wrong man's business. I had your buddy Lombardo right where I wanted him until you jumped me from behind."
"At first, I'll admit that I was pretty pissed off and was ready to track you down to your hotel after the show and beat you to within an inch of your pitiful existance. Instead, I hopped a flight back to Vegas. Then I called President Jeff and demanded a match against you at Rasslemania IV. I didn't even ask for it to be a title match, but that's what Jeff gave me anyway."
"So far, Action Packed Wrestling has seen Vinnie HaRdCoRe in name only. Sure, a ladder match and a Hell in a Cell match showed off a small bit of my hardcore edge, but nothing like is going down at Rasslemania."
"Blackhole, tomorrow night at Overdrive is going to be merely a taste of what you're going to expect when the rules are thrown out at Rasslemania for your Championship. It's going to be a taste that is not going to leave you wanting more, but rather begging to get away. There's no escape, Trevor. There's no mercy for you. Keep in mind tomorrow and at Rasslemania IV, HaRdCoRe is my Name, my Game and my Claim to Fame."[/color]
I've said enough about these three pieces of human excrement for now. Everything else that they need to know, they'll find out in the ring courtesy of Razor Ryan, John Green and yours truly, Vinnie HaRdCoRe. I'm out.
I flew back home to Vegas for the past week, trying to wrap my head around something completely unexpected.
Trevor Blackwell decided that he no longer wishes to be the APW Extreme Champion and has graciously given me the green light to show him exactly what it means to mess with Vinnie HaRdCoRe.
I'm getting a bit ahead of myself, though.
Having just arrived in Hartford, Connecticut - a city which I've never been to in my life and can honestly say I've never had any desire to be in - I've taken a trip down to the XL Center where history will be made.
Naturally, President Jeff has got one of his roaming camera jockeys hanging out at the venue just to snatch some sound and video bytes from the competitors that show up.
"The question on everyone's mind has had nothing to do with Kenny Lombardo or the Blackholes. Everyone - and I do mean everyone - has been wondering how John Green and Vinnie HaRdCoRe are going to coexist in a tag-team match together."
"I'll be the first to tell you that I don't have a clue how we're going to get along."
"What I can tell you, though, is that Green and I have been headlining Action Packed Wrestling since day one and if anyone knows me better than him - and vice-versa - I'd be surprised. Do I trust him?"
"Why not? He's the Champion, so he's the one that needs to be watching his back, not me. As for Razor Ryan, I've got no history with the guy at all and so long as he can hold his weight in our match, he's fine by me."[/color]
It's going to be interesting to see how much John trusts me, that's for sure. Twice, I've nearly beaten him to become APW World Champion and he knows that he's been able to hold onto that title only because he's been lucky. Luck runs out in time.
"Next up, I'm going to address my opponents."
"Tony Blackwell, dubbed 'The Xtremist' for some assinine reason."
"Tony, I've yet to see anything extreme out of you to make you worthy of the moniker you've given yourself. Basically, I'm happy to leave you to Razor Ryan. I'm sure he'll kick your ass all over the XL Center and I won't even have to bother paying you any further attention."
"Sergeant Kenneth Lombardo - Kaos. What more needs to be said?"
"You had your little buddy punk me out at the end of our number one contenders match so that you could move along to face John Green for the APW World Championship. Let me promise you one thing - and this coming from the guy that's faced Green at the last two pay-per-view extravaganzas for the strap - John Green is going to eat you alive. Drink as many Monster energy drinks as you can and bilk them for all the royalties they'll give you because after Rasslemania IV, they'll be begging you to stop shilling their product because nobody wants to be associated with a loser that didn't deserve his spot in the first place."[/color]
I have to take a deep breath and gather my thoughts. Coming off like a raving lunatic isn't what I want to do in front of the camera.
At least not while there's no match going on.
"'The Career Killer' Trevor Blackwell. The current reigning APW Xtreme Champion."
"For a 'Career Killer', Blackhole, you've certainly done absolutely nothing here in Action Packed Wrestling. Who've you retired from the sport?"[/color]
This is where I hum the Jeapardy theme for thirty seconds, allowing everyone to realize that nobody's career has been killed here by Trevor.
"Time's up."
"Oh, that's right, Trev - you haven't put anyone out of the business since being one of the first guys signed to a contract by President Jeff. Maybe you should look for a new nickname."
"Unfortunately for you, last Monday night you stuck your nose in the wrong man's business. I had your buddy Lombardo right where I wanted him until you jumped me from behind."
"At first, I'll admit that I was pretty pissed off and was ready to track you down to your hotel after the show and beat you to within an inch of your pitiful existance. Instead, I hopped a flight back to Vegas. Then I called President Jeff and demanded a match against you at Rasslemania IV. I didn't even ask for it to be a title match, but that's what Jeff gave me anyway."
"So far, Action Packed Wrestling has seen Vinnie HaRdCoRe in name only. Sure, a ladder match and a Hell in a Cell match showed off a small bit of my hardcore edge, but nothing like is going down at Rasslemania."
"Blackhole, tomorrow night at Overdrive is going to be merely a taste of what you're going to expect when the rules are thrown out at Rasslemania for your Championship. It's going to be a taste that is not going to leave you wanting more, but rather begging to get away. There's no escape, Trevor. There's no mercy for you. Keep in mind tomorrow and at Rasslemania IV, HaRdCoRe is my Name, my Game and my Claim to Fame."[/color]
I've said enough about these three pieces of human excrement for now. Everything else that they need to know, they'll find out in the ring courtesy of Razor Ryan, John Green and yours truly, Vinnie HaRdCoRe. I'm out.
