Post by Lynch on Feb 3, 2009 17:21:54 GMT -4
After the pay per view ended I made it to the post show press conference. The media was their taking comments from all in attendance. A few questions were shot my direction. People wanting know how it felt to perform so well and have a nice showing. I showed my appreciation for the opportunity, and spoke of how I plan to take advantage of all opportunities. Shorty there after the next weeks card was announced. It seemed I was booked against John Green. Now being some what of a wrestling fan I have heard of John Green. I knew he was the first APW world champion, former Xtreme champion. I also have heard of his work ethic as being questionable.
Then the question comes my way. I smile a trademark ghetto flashy smile toward the flashing bulbs before speaking. I then take down a gulp of water as I answer the question posed to me..
"Yeah my only experience with Green was in the Survive and Conquer, as is his toward me. Listen this is no different then at home when I was growing up on the block. You hear about guy's reputation on the streets, and it seems to intimidate many. No matter how impressive, of hard they come off as, there is always someone better. John Green has achieved alot, and has an impressive resume. Someone better has just arrived."
The camera's flash again, as I pose. Reporters raise their hands as if they have more questions. I interrupt them with more to add, "As you folks can see, Green isn't here. I guess he may be to good, or big time to sit here taking questions from the media. I think it has nothing to do with him big timing, or acted to good. I think he plain out didn't show up. Thats the thing about Green. He can arrive throw down one hell of a performance, and then very next second he is no where to be found. Then again if I had a nasty habit of picking up male prostitutes I would do it under full cover as well."
The media and other wrestlers chuckle at my joke, as I continue on. "Ladies and Gentlemen I could rip him apart, I could tear him down, and verbally insult all his many flaws. At the end of the day it's not quite fair. There is tons of tape about Green available, many interviews, many instances at my disposal where the man has messed up, slipped, or made mistakes. Me on the other hand not so much. I'm a rookie, I'm the new guy, who isn't such a big shot like Green. So John Green won't be able to research anything on me other some obscure Youtube videos, and the Survive and Conquer match. Which by the way I impressed many, and proved to all that I am your worst Nightmare and I have arrived. So prepare yourself for the ignorant Gang Banger rants, and average useless shit talk that people will do toward a person like myself."
Feeling all proud of myself I lean back as the media moves on to the next match of the card. Time went on and the press conference comes to an end. The upper management of APW come over shaking my hand, telling me how great I did. I accept my praise, say some goodbyes, and head out to my car. What a drive I have ahead for myself. Canada to Montana a place I'm familiar with. I spent much time training and whipping the shit out of hillbilly fuck sticks prior to making it big in APW.
Chapter Two
After some driving, and a few hotel stays I have arrived in Montana. My hotel directly across from the arena makes life kind of easy. I arrive at the arena to check in and show my face with some of the crew so they can check me off the no show worry list. I open the door to my car stand up when suddenly I'm bombarded by a camera crew and some woman. This woman was holding a microphone soon walks over introducing herself to me. "Lynch, hi I'm Cindy Shannon. I'm an APW video journalist, can we get a moment with you?" I look over her body, and she was banging hot. I reach down setting my phone in the console. I snatch up my red hat placing it back wards on my dome piece, lean against the back door and say "Sure"
She gives a few commands to the camera guy and the guy with a boom mic. She makes sure her hair is straight and then gives a nod toward the camera. A red light turns on which by now I'm realizing signifies the equipment is recording.
"Hello fans, I'm Cindy Shannon and I'm here with new comer to APW Lynch. Lynch you made one hell of a debut just hours ago. Impressed many and showed what you can do under pressure. How did that feel?"
Man this seems redundant, I just finished a press conference describing how I feel. Now this bitch is all over my nuts. I'm pretty sure this un like the press conference is going to air for all to see. So I change the subject real fast by grabbing a nice handful of American White Girl ass. Expecting her to be appalled I was shocked when she seemed to enjoy it. Now where I'm from this is the first test to see if the girl is tainted. So far I thinking she fails. Now like most men I'm simple, I love football, I love to fight, beer taste great and ranking real high on that list is pussy priority.It's a must for most men unless you crave the cock, but me I'm a solid female loving individual. I put a high value high puss, but my own genitalia is held at a higher standard. I ain't getting burnt by some infected snatch that has been run up on my times the a freeway barrier. My interest just took a different turn, and I figured I would get right to the point of why she's here; my match with John Green.
"So darling, I'm sure you really want to know how I feel. I'm going to tell about something. Survive and Conquer is in the past. I did well, and some did better. The way I see it is I'm a forward moving man. I don't look back. It's in the past, what's ahead is me and John Green. Green knows slightly what I'm capable of. He has no clue what it will be like one on one with the Lynch. I'm sure he's going with some wrap about my past, my gang affiliation, jail time and what now." I proclaim.
She smiles and adds her comments. "Actually Lynch he made reference to you being a gang banger, and your friends possibly jumping in, and causing mischief."
I raise my eyebrows in shock as a chuckle leaves my mouth. I then look around over both shoulders, then back toward the camera. I then grab the mic from Cindy's hand setting it on the roof of my car. I then take her shirt ripping the bottom half of it off right below her chest puffs. I pull her skirt down a bit, showing more of her stomach. I then pick up the mic, look back into the camera and finish off what I have begun.
"Listen Cindy, you just stand there looking good for Daddy Lynch. I got my own mic, and can rock it justly. So APW, I don't see anyone around. No sir it's just the old Lynch. Sure I'm a blood for life, but I ain't running with the set right now. I stand here on my own. Will walk to that ring on my own, and single handedly stick my Adidas right up this cracker's a typical ass. Green you're just like every other judge mental piece of shit that turns their nose up at people like myself. Face to face though, one on one you would fucking shit your self having to deal with me. If your pale frail ass took a wrong turn, ended up on my block it would take you a matter of seconds before crocodile tears streamed down your face. The hood is a scary place and I'm bringing a taste of it to Overdrive just for Green. A perfect name for you. You may have been the first APW champion, but you seem so wet behind the ears. Like a new born horse you have that eagerness to try to run through the field, yet those sticks for legs end up wobbling back and forth. I may be the rookie, but this rookie is bringing the pain to your bitch ass this Monday."
I then look over to miss Pris and ask her what else this class act shit head had to say about me.
"He said your name is a joke, your talents aren't really impressive, you'll be a quick flash then leave, and come back to only fail. Then he summed it all up by saying you should become a garbageman, then possibly stuff yourself inside the truck subsequently killing yourself doing a favor for the world." replies Cindy.
I look at her for about sixteen seconds causing an awkward silence on camera. On film sixteen seconds of silence is uncomfortable. At exactly second seventeen I burst into laughter.
"That makes me earlier comments even more crystal clear. It sounds like I'm fighting a kid from junior high. Listen bro where do I begin with this excellent summary given to my be miss Cindy Shannon. My name is a joke...cause John Green is really setting you apart from the rest of the world. The Retribution Killer, please. The only thing you have ever killed is a spider that was in your sister's room when you were a child, and your last two world title chances. You had enough nerve to say I'm going to be a flash in the pan. I'm going to leave and make a return that will fail. Listen kid when you were shooting the promo, you may have wanted to take yourself away from the mirror before speaking. I mean you literally just trashed yourself while trying to run me down. Hey Cindy?"
"Yes Lynch" She replies. "Would you like to hear a Joke?" I ask, which she simply replies yes once more. "John Green, thats the fucking joke. The joke of the day, the week, hell 2009. He has made his return once more, and he thinks Lynch is going simply lay down and do one clean in the middle for him. Shit kid, you have another thing coming. The Head Splitter will be spoken from the mouths of Chase and Harvey on Overdrive when I split your wig. Blood will spill, and I will be fueled by that pretty sight. New Years Retribution came with both of us loosing a chance. Overdrive will come with you loosing a few other things. First your going to loose some of that blood. Then your going to loose your lunch when you see the red stained ring and realize it's all from you. Then you will loose the match courtesy of me. As for any title chances those will be lost as well. You see I'm here taking your fucking spot, your fucking chances Green. The fans want blood, violence and outright mayhem inside that ring. I'm coming to satisfy, at your cost. This Monday you will be taken to the streets to face your worst fucking nightmare, me. He will come to the ring with his fancy suits, and his nifty ass game plan. That shit will go right out the window when his front teeth catch my fist. In front of his family watching on TV, this stuck up Richy bitch will get a first hand look at a ghetto beating."
"Green Survive and Conquer was my chance to shine, my chance to step up and make my name known. Well it's in the past and you, of all people know me. Now I have some woman waiting for me by my car with a camera. Usually that would turn out to be different then what we are doing at the moment. Seeing how the milk is sour, I'm just going to spit some words. Green I hope you don't pull what your known for; tuck tail and go into hiding. I really want to beat that ass one on one. I really would love to defeat the first APW world champion in a match. Not the chicken little that took off cause someone told him the sky was falling. I want the Green that showed up for New Years Retribution. I want that A game that has brought you to success. I want that win on my resume. I want the accolade that I didn't just beat John Green, I destroyed him. I don't want to beat the John Green that half asses shit. The Green I want took me out of the match at the PPV. Green I know you reached in your moms purse to get your balls back for at least the PPV. Just please beg for them to stay in your possession for just one more week, cause this Gang Banging Nigga is going to lay one hell of an ass whipping on your stuffy ass. I'm not going to do it with a gang of people, or any help. Simply one on one, in front of the world I will prove that your worst nightmare fresh from the harsh streets of Compton has just arrived, BITCH."
Cindy Shannon looked rather stunned by my arrogance, and ever more stunned when I slam the mic in her chest. I then slam the door of my car shut after grabbing my cell phone. I head off in the direction of the arena as Cindy looks toward the camera calling for a wrap.
Then the question comes my way. I smile a trademark ghetto flashy smile toward the flashing bulbs before speaking. I then take down a gulp of water as I answer the question posed to me..
"Yeah my only experience with Green was in the Survive and Conquer, as is his toward me. Listen this is no different then at home when I was growing up on the block. You hear about guy's reputation on the streets, and it seems to intimidate many. No matter how impressive, of hard they come off as, there is always someone better. John Green has achieved alot, and has an impressive resume. Someone better has just arrived."
The camera's flash again, as I pose. Reporters raise their hands as if they have more questions. I interrupt them with more to add, "As you folks can see, Green isn't here. I guess he may be to good, or big time to sit here taking questions from the media. I think it has nothing to do with him big timing, or acted to good. I think he plain out didn't show up. Thats the thing about Green. He can arrive throw down one hell of a performance, and then very next second he is no where to be found. Then again if I had a nasty habit of picking up male prostitutes I would do it under full cover as well."
The media and other wrestlers chuckle at my joke, as I continue on. "Ladies and Gentlemen I could rip him apart, I could tear him down, and verbally insult all his many flaws. At the end of the day it's not quite fair. There is tons of tape about Green available, many interviews, many instances at my disposal where the man has messed up, slipped, or made mistakes. Me on the other hand not so much. I'm a rookie, I'm the new guy, who isn't such a big shot like Green. So John Green won't be able to research anything on me other some obscure Youtube videos, and the Survive and Conquer match. Which by the way I impressed many, and proved to all that I am your worst Nightmare and I have arrived. So prepare yourself for the ignorant Gang Banger rants, and average useless shit talk that people will do toward a person like myself."
Feeling all proud of myself I lean back as the media moves on to the next match of the card. Time went on and the press conference comes to an end. The upper management of APW come over shaking my hand, telling me how great I did. I accept my praise, say some goodbyes, and head out to my car. What a drive I have ahead for myself. Canada to Montana a place I'm familiar with. I spent much time training and whipping the shit out of hillbilly fuck sticks prior to making it big in APW.
Chapter Two
After some driving, and a few hotel stays I have arrived in Montana. My hotel directly across from the arena makes life kind of easy. I arrive at the arena to check in and show my face with some of the crew so they can check me off the no show worry list. I open the door to my car stand up when suddenly I'm bombarded by a camera crew and some woman. This woman was holding a microphone soon walks over introducing herself to me. "Lynch, hi I'm Cindy Shannon. I'm an APW video journalist, can we get a moment with you?" I look over her body, and she was banging hot. I reach down setting my phone in the console. I snatch up my red hat placing it back wards on my dome piece, lean against the back door and say "Sure"
She gives a few commands to the camera guy and the guy with a boom mic. She makes sure her hair is straight and then gives a nod toward the camera. A red light turns on which by now I'm realizing signifies the equipment is recording.
"Hello fans, I'm Cindy Shannon and I'm here with new comer to APW Lynch. Lynch you made one hell of a debut just hours ago. Impressed many and showed what you can do under pressure. How did that feel?"
Man this seems redundant, I just finished a press conference describing how I feel. Now this bitch is all over my nuts. I'm pretty sure this un like the press conference is going to air for all to see. So I change the subject real fast by grabbing a nice handful of American White Girl ass. Expecting her to be appalled I was shocked when she seemed to enjoy it. Now where I'm from this is the first test to see if the girl is tainted. So far I thinking she fails. Now like most men I'm simple, I love football, I love to fight, beer taste great and ranking real high on that list is pussy priority.It's a must for most men unless you crave the cock, but me I'm a solid female loving individual. I put a high value high puss, but my own genitalia is held at a higher standard. I ain't getting burnt by some infected snatch that has been run up on my times the a freeway barrier. My interest just took a different turn, and I figured I would get right to the point of why she's here; my match with John Green.
"So darling, I'm sure you really want to know how I feel. I'm going to tell about something. Survive and Conquer is in the past. I did well, and some did better. The way I see it is I'm a forward moving man. I don't look back. It's in the past, what's ahead is me and John Green. Green knows slightly what I'm capable of. He has no clue what it will be like one on one with the Lynch. I'm sure he's going with some wrap about my past, my gang affiliation, jail time and what now." I proclaim.
She smiles and adds her comments. "Actually Lynch he made reference to you being a gang banger, and your friends possibly jumping in, and causing mischief."
I raise my eyebrows in shock as a chuckle leaves my mouth. I then look around over both shoulders, then back toward the camera. I then grab the mic from Cindy's hand setting it on the roof of my car. I then take her shirt ripping the bottom half of it off right below her chest puffs. I pull her skirt down a bit, showing more of her stomach. I then pick up the mic, look back into the camera and finish off what I have begun.
"Listen Cindy, you just stand there looking good for Daddy Lynch. I got my own mic, and can rock it justly. So APW, I don't see anyone around. No sir it's just the old Lynch. Sure I'm a blood for life, but I ain't running with the set right now. I stand here on my own. Will walk to that ring on my own, and single handedly stick my Adidas right up this cracker's a typical ass. Green you're just like every other judge mental piece of shit that turns their nose up at people like myself. Face to face though, one on one you would fucking shit your self having to deal with me. If your pale frail ass took a wrong turn, ended up on my block it would take you a matter of seconds before crocodile tears streamed down your face. The hood is a scary place and I'm bringing a taste of it to Overdrive just for Green. A perfect name for you. You may have been the first APW champion, but you seem so wet behind the ears. Like a new born horse you have that eagerness to try to run through the field, yet those sticks for legs end up wobbling back and forth. I may be the rookie, but this rookie is bringing the pain to your bitch ass this Monday."
I then look over to miss Pris and ask her what else this class act shit head had to say about me.
"He said your name is a joke, your talents aren't really impressive, you'll be a quick flash then leave, and come back to only fail. Then he summed it all up by saying you should become a garbageman, then possibly stuff yourself inside the truck subsequently killing yourself doing a favor for the world." replies Cindy.
I look at her for about sixteen seconds causing an awkward silence on camera. On film sixteen seconds of silence is uncomfortable. At exactly second seventeen I burst into laughter.
"That makes me earlier comments even more crystal clear. It sounds like I'm fighting a kid from junior high. Listen bro where do I begin with this excellent summary given to my be miss Cindy Shannon. My name is a joke...cause John Green is really setting you apart from the rest of the world. The Retribution Killer, please. The only thing you have ever killed is a spider that was in your sister's room when you were a child, and your last two world title chances. You had enough nerve to say I'm going to be a flash in the pan. I'm going to leave and make a return that will fail. Listen kid when you were shooting the promo, you may have wanted to take yourself away from the mirror before speaking. I mean you literally just trashed yourself while trying to run me down. Hey Cindy?"
"Yes Lynch" She replies. "Would you like to hear a Joke?" I ask, which she simply replies yes once more. "John Green, thats the fucking joke. The joke of the day, the week, hell 2009. He has made his return once more, and he thinks Lynch is going simply lay down and do one clean in the middle for him. Shit kid, you have another thing coming. The Head Splitter will be spoken from the mouths of Chase and Harvey on Overdrive when I split your wig. Blood will spill, and I will be fueled by that pretty sight. New Years Retribution came with both of us loosing a chance. Overdrive will come with you loosing a few other things. First your going to loose some of that blood. Then your going to loose your lunch when you see the red stained ring and realize it's all from you. Then you will loose the match courtesy of me. As for any title chances those will be lost as well. You see I'm here taking your fucking spot, your fucking chances Green. The fans want blood, violence and outright mayhem inside that ring. I'm coming to satisfy, at your cost. This Monday you will be taken to the streets to face your worst fucking nightmare, me. He will come to the ring with his fancy suits, and his nifty ass game plan. That shit will go right out the window when his front teeth catch my fist. In front of his family watching on TV, this stuck up Richy bitch will get a first hand look at a ghetto beating."
"Green Survive and Conquer was my chance to shine, my chance to step up and make my name known. Well it's in the past and you, of all people know me. Now I have some woman waiting for me by my car with a camera. Usually that would turn out to be different then what we are doing at the moment. Seeing how the milk is sour, I'm just going to spit some words. Green I hope you don't pull what your known for; tuck tail and go into hiding. I really want to beat that ass one on one. I really would love to defeat the first APW world champion in a match. Not the chicken little that took off cause someone told him the sky was falling. I want the Green that showed up for New Years Retribution. I want that A game that has brought you to success. I want that win on my resume. I want the accolade that I didn't just beat John Green, I destroyed him. I don't want to beat the John Green that half asses shit. The Green I want took me out of the match at the PPV. Green I know you reached in your moms purse to get your balls back for at least the PPV. Just please beg for them to stay in your possession for just one more week, cause this Gang Banging Nigga is going to lay one hell of an ass whipping on your stuffy ass. I'm not going to do it with a gang of people, or any help. Simply one on one, in front of the world I will prove that your worst nightmare fresh from the harsh streets of Compton has just arrived, BITCH."
Cindy Shannon looked rather stunned by my arrogance, and ever more stunned when I slam the mic in her chest. I then slam the door of my car shut after grabbing my cell phone. I head off in the direction of the arena as Cindy looks toward the camera calling for a wrap.
