Post by zero on Aug 13, 2009 16:19:47 GMT -4
Row Row fight the power kicks on as smoke slides down the ramp and the Zero comes walking down with Shamel. Both slide into the ring and Shamel grabs the mic.
Shamel: The World's sharpest blade, The Zero. Cutting through destiny and fate for 20 years now. Give it time and he'll carve APW into something new. Victor Hades! You like the many The Zero brings down, fights with his rage! Your a miss guided fool who lives in a world of probability! When asked what are the odds you will lose to the Zero, what will you say? Zero? How original. Do you honestly believe you can tie down the zero with probability? Do you think your untouchable? Do you think your unbreakable? Think your invincible? The Zero will break you, and the zero will beat you! Why? For the sole reason that you are wicked and the Zero fights with those who dare to dream with him for that better world.
A full crowd cheers and whistles.
Shamel: Street Wilson, Micheal Lively, and Jason Royce. They all thought they were invincible, they though they couldn't lose, they believe the odds of them losing really were zero. There is no fire in those men's souls! None like the burning FURY of the Zero's! His will tramples over probability! Don't underestimate him! He carries not just his own burning fury but everyone who supports him! We already made this clear to Jason Royce! Your not just fighting the Zero! Your fighting ever soul who would passionately follow us even if it was into oblivion! It was Jason Royce vs the hundreds, Jason Royce vs the thousands, Jason Royce vs the millions! How fair is a tag team where two wrestler and a mass of growing people face off with the two most hated men who fight selfishly for themselves?!
Shamel points a finger at the crowd and smiles.
Shamel: You, every one of you, you are the force that drives this blade to pierce the impossible. Together there isn't a thing we can't do! There isn't a match we can lose. There isn't a fight that can't be won. There isn't a challenge that can't be taken. Together we will shatter the barrier known as the sky and prove that the limit is non-existing! Let's open a path to a better tomorrow!
The crowd starts cheering Zero For Peace and Shamel joins in with them. The Zero raises his fist to with them and the scene ends with the chant.
*****
The Zero and Shamel enter the backstage, getting ready for tonight. Zero sits in a chair off in the corner and Shamel sits next to him.
Shamel: You nervous brotha?
The Zero shakes his head and pulls out his pad of paper and writes.
You spoke the truth out there. My fuel is my fans and with that we can shatter the barriers of the heavens and carve a new path for all of mankind. Eventually I will grow old and die but the inspiration I will leave will give mankind the will to carve much further then I ever will.
Shamel: Heh, so I am your voice after all. I'm doing a good job?
The Zero nods and leans back in his chair. As the two relaxed, Shamel notices Pence Weatherlight walking by but not long enough for them to say hello.
Shamel: At least your not alone in this job of yours right?
The Zero nods. As they continue to sit, a massive sized man walks in wearing a hoodie, red gloves, black jeans, and massive Black Nike shoes. More them likely they were made for him because sizes like his were not found in just any store. The man stood over the two and chuckled in this deep voice.
: So your the new hero here aren't you?Shamel: Who are you?
: You can't win.Shamel: What?
The hooded figure revealed his face to have a maniac looking grin with glowing eyes. One Red while the other Yellow.
: You cant... possibly win... the war.The figure turned and walked away laughed.
Shamel: This place is full of loons brotha. Keep a sharp eye out. You can never be too careful.
Shamel turns to see Zero sitting still but looking aimlessly forward. Shamel waves his hand in front of him but nothing happens. Shamel sighed a breath of relief to hear Zero snoring. He chuckles as Shamel leans back in his own chair to relax. Brotha man always did catch his Zs when ever he could.
The Number Eight
The Eight jabbed his spear through the air for practice. He followed up with a back slash with his chakram reconnected to the back of his spear. He continue to work on routines and practice.
The Number Eight: I wont lose...
He jabbed the air a few more times.
The Number Eight: I wont lose!
As he spun his spear around, he detached his chakram and tossed it at piece of plywood with a target painted on it.
The Number Eight: I can't lose!
He hurls his spear as hard as he could at a second piece of plywood. Both the chakra and the spear hit the center of the target. Footsteps draw his attention back to reality as he rushed for his spear. Two figures walked into the back parking lot that belonged to an abandon building. Eight drew his spear out. The Number Nine and the Number One stepped out from the shadows.
The Number Nine: Your looking well Eight.
The Eight lowed his spear.
The Number Eight: Likewise. Something going on?
The Number Nine: A little meeting with the numbers that's all. Got a lot to discus including the new girl playing Number Two.
The Number Eight: Is this about replacements?
The Number Nine: Part of it is. Number's 7, 3, and the new 2 are at the old hang out waiting. Where is The Zero?
The Number Eight: Wrestling. Got a match today. It's his source of money now.
The Number Nine: Oh really? He just couldn't stomach taking money from murderers. He's a confusing man.
The Number Eight: He is what he is, what he is, what he is. Out of all of us, he's the closest to the comic book hero. Kind of sickens me for one. I know not many of us respect his non killing ways but we can't change a man that stubborn.
The Number Nine: Maybe not. Where is he wrestling?
The Number Eight: APW.
The Number Nine rubs his chin.
The Number Nine: APW you say? Interesting. hmmm
