Post by Slade "The Main Man" Craven on Mar 23, 2013 20:42:02 GMT -4
ASYLUM
March 10,
Godsmack's Moonbaby begins to play loudly as the arena erupts in a sea of boos. The Winnipeg crowd has turned ugly and they are not pleased to see "The Main Man" tonight. Slade is smiling, happy to piss them off. He struts to the ring carrying a microphone in hand. Craven raises it to his lips as he strolls down the ramp.
Slade: Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada; How ya'll doin tonight?!
They continue to boo but Slade just keeps on talking.
Slade: Hah! Like I give a shit!
He stops at the bottom of the ramp and looks at a young child who holds a sign that reads "Slade Craven: 9/29/76 - 3/24/13" Craven takes a second and eyes the pretteen who mouths off to him. Then Slade hocks a huge loogie right on the center of the sign. He laughs and raises the microphone again.
Slade: Yes, Yes. It is I, the one effulgent illumination in your pitiful pathetic and pointless Canadian lives.
"The Main Man" beams a pretentious smile as he rolls into the ring.
Slade: Aw you pricks seem pissed. Why is that? You know you can't have an Asylum without "The Main Man," especially the one Asylum where my former tag team pertner makes his debut, Shadow!
Slade looks out over the arena with glee. The crowd is cheering for Shadow and chanting for him to come out here and slience Slade once in for all. But Shadow does not show. Slade paces in the ring for a moment.
Slade: Come on Shadow. Didn't you promise to be here? I'm waiting. What did losing to Level One remind you how you have no chance in hell at Rasslemania, or did it just remind you that you absolutely suck?
More boos from the crowd.
Slade: That's right people. Your hero, the great and powerful Shadow is nothing more than a liar. You heard him! You heard everything he said: how he planned to make Level One look like a bitch and prove to me that he is better than I will ever be. But Shadow failed. Just like we all expected him to. All bark and no bite. But what tickles me is the fact that ya'll believed in him! Oh that's the sweetest thing, your hope. Let me tell you people something about Shadow. The one thing he's actually good at in life is crushing people's hopes. Ya'll cheer for him but he just did to you what he's always done. Be a let down. Look at his promotion back to Overdrive one big disappointment after the next. Exactly like his failure to show up tonight and just like Rasslema-
The fans erupt. In seconds Shadow emerges from backstage wearing jeans an a black T shirt. He has his own microphone and doesn't wait for the crowd to die down.
Shadow: Seriously? That was it? I lose to Level one, after I spend a whole week verbally bashing him, and that's the best you can do? Christ Slade, what happened to you, I thought you were an expert of stuffing that tiny woman sized foot in your supersized mouth.
Slade: Blah, blah. Big talk from the big man.
Shadow: You want to talk disappointment's Slade, "The Main Man?" Slade, I can count your yearly accomplishments on one hand---
Slade- Yes just like the number of minutes I can count your reign as Xtreme champion. Shadow do yourself a favor and shut the hell up. Your on MY show now. All you have are your words. Face it, you rolled the dice your last few times on Overdrive. Johnny Rebel gave you the chance to prove you had what it took to beat me at Rasslemania, but you caved faster than the Detroit Lions. Look at your big run on Overdrive. Kurt Noble: Beat you, Biggs: Beat you, Delikado: Beat You, and even Level One: beat you. Take your 'darkness' and go back to Meltdown where you belong Shadow. You can't cut it in the big time. You never could.
Shadow glares, he is getting angry.
Slade: What I strike a nerve? You didn't think I'd fire off my true thoughts before the Starting Gun did you? No Shadow, see unlike you I actually have brains. You're just an animal. I was always the handler.
Shadow starts to talk toward the ring, he drops the mirophone and clenchs his fists. The fans are screaming and cheering as the jump up and down on their feet.
Beckett: If Shadow strikes Slade, Rasslemania is off.
Nailz: I don't think this crowd cares.
Slade: Thats right bigfoot. Bring it.
"The Main Man" extends his hand and beckons. But Shadow stops at ringside. He doesn't get in the ring.
Slade: Aww, what's the matter Shadow, stage fright? You know they say thats a pretty common problem for men like you, unable to perform under pressure. Then again we already knew that.
He grins.
Slade: Flacid, just like I figured.
Shadow grabs the ropes and pulls himself onto the apron.
Slade: Come on. Get in the ring. Let's do this now Shadow, we both know this is the only shot you'll have. Come Rasslemania you'll fold the moment that bell rings. Come on, Come on there we go.
The fans are near rioting as Shadow slings his leg over the top rope.
Slade: You see Shadow, I know you. I made you. And even now I can still pull your strings. But the thing you always have failed to realize my gigantic puppet is that I will always be one step ahead of you.
Craven leans back over the ropes on the opposite side of the ring and rolls over and flips out. The fans begin to boo. Shadow has a confused look on his face as Slade taps his forehead.
Slade: Shadow I didn't need to instigate a fight with you here in this craphole Canadian town to know who's the better man. I just had to tug on your leash a little. No, I won't deny myself my grand and glorious victory at Rasslemania by getting into a fist fight with you tonight.
"The Main Man" struts around the ring as he speaks, he makes his way to the ramp.
Slade: You see Shadow, when it comes down to it, come Rasslemania, you'll dance to my tune regardless.
He turns back to his former tag partner.
Slade: Shadow, I love that you're so predictable.
He smirks. The crowd is booing. They wanted a fight. Shadow is gritting his teeth his fists are quivering he wants to explode and tear the ring apart. He wants to wrap his fingers around Slade's throat and rip his head off.
Slade: See you in two weeks.
Craven turns his back on Shadow and strolls up the ramp as his music plays. The mind game perfect, Slade was nestled right inside his opponent's head.
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You had some mighty strong words to say to me a few weeks back.
Shadow, there is no denying that I had a mediocre year at best, but you on the other hand. You have had this awesome, nonstop, brutal and bad ass year. And you did it without me. Let me rephrase, you explicitly did it without me. Why? What did you have to prove to yourself Shadow? We were already in the Hall of Fame, a feud of the year winner and you a two time Overdrive Champion, you were a wrestling ICON! What did you have to prove? Not a damn thing.
No, despite all those accomplishments you still felt forgotten.
So a year ago you and I were sitting down in Texas, firing up the grill when we got the call from President Jeff and he told us we were being inducted into the Hall of Fame. I'll be honest, in the time I was gone I really didn't think about APW that much, yeah so what I said it bitches. No I was enjoying retirement. Nice pension check, long days to do nothing but build Legos, and five minutes after I got off the phone you asked me, "Want to go to Rasslemania and make a surprise comeback?"
I figured you were bored so I was like, yeah sure make a big return, flash a grin, run the ring a few months and then we would bounce back to Texas for the rest of our R and R, but within two months of us getting back you tell me you're transferred to Meltdown and what's more is you WANTED IT!
You screwed me Shadow, pure and simple. I could be lounging in the yard I used to have, but no you needed me to bring you back to APW. Just like when we first got hired here. You couldn't count on President Jeff taking your no talent, underacheiving, self-centered hide on your own. You had to come in under "The Main Man's" wing, AGAIN.
Let me tell you all a little secret about how Shadow got his start here. We were negotiating our contracts for APW and Shadow, who had been in a slump since he started wrestling, you know never winning a belt on his own, was like "Man is there any way I could go for a belt or something?" Yeah, Mr. 'I don't give acrap about titles' needed a title shot to sign his contract.
Shadow you're nothing more than a hypocrite. Hell you're probably the biggest hypocrite I've ever seen. I at least mean it when i say I don't give a damn about gold, but hey I already got plenty of it on my wall. Strike that, had it on my wall before I freaking sold my house you asshole! Everyone remember that crap? I sold my house in Texas, took to the road trying to help Shadow solve his own messed up bullshit drama! For like three months I helped him investigate some goose chase! All the while he were using that time to build himself up on Meltdown by beating the crap out of some rookie rejects. My career tanked because of him!
I trusted you Shadow. It was always you and I against the world, bro. Ever since you first set foot in the ring way back in like 2002, you always had my back, then you were up and gone. You took your Magilla Gorilla ass to Meltdown and left me to fend for myself on Overdrive. Some bro you are Shadow, always thinking about yourself: you selfish bastard.
Not only did my career take a nosedive, so did my personal life. I mean hell, no house and living out of hotel rooms finally wore me down and I ended up getting locked up in a whacko basket. The upside to that was I got to meet Doc Brown's look-a-like. Next thing I know, I'm getting electro-shock therapy and my ass handed to me both in the ring and in real life. You asshat.
Then a miracle happened. That Doc Brown doppleganger asked me a question. I was lying there on the therapist couch, staring up at the ceiling when all of sudden ole John Bigboote said: "Slade, what is that you truly want?"
It was like a light bulb went off in my head. Everything clicked, and I realized what I wanted, I wanted revenge. Blind stinking pure revenge. So I spent the next few weeks in the nuthouse thinking about just how I would go about it. I plotted meticulously and waited, oh did I wait. Then the opportunity presented itself: The Meltdown Megashow.
I even gave you the chance to atone for everything. All you had to do was cover my ass. Stefan Raab got his only real win in history over me, and it was all under your watch. So I just returned the favor. Your big match with Delikado, you great chance to go head to head with Evan Envi, everything you spent the year working for and I took it from you.
Never in my life have I had a more fulfilling moment. When my foot Cliq Kicked your square stone jaw everything was finally clear. I knew then what I know now. Manifest Desity asshole. I was going to take the life your wrongfully snagged from me and grab it by the horns. I'm going to the way things were before I had to carry your heavy ass around like a bag of bricks. Before I met you I was the greatest thing to ever grace professional wrestling. People from miles around would seek me out just to see if they mattered.
Then I found you. I saw potential and I tried to help you. But no, you couldn't stand being the other man, the man that people called "Slade's partner." You never had a name of your own, hell even your ringname now just screams sidekick.
And like Jason Todd and the other sidekicks that never mattered you'll be finished and forgotten before the comic is over. I spent years training you and you think I taught you everything I know? How stupid do you think I am? No instructor teaches his protege all the tricks. You always save the best for yourself. Deep down, I always knew this day would come. Anyone who dreams of success can never truly be anything until they defeat their teacher. But truth is, you can't beat me.
It's what I showed you on Asylum. I lit the match on the powderkeg and cut the trail before the spark hit the barrel. I played you Shadow, pure and simple.
So sit there seething with rage as you watch this promo Shadow. Sit there thinking about how you plan to shred me into pieces. Tell yourself whatever makes you feel better, whatever eases our mind because it doesn't matter. Truth is I never needed you as a tag partner, I was doing just fine on my own. You always needed me, you always needed someone to steer you: Roxy, Me, Dita, Seann. You can't do anything on your own. But me I was always a loner. I'm better that way and I'll show you tonight Shadow. You know what they say about the shadows eh parter? They can't exist in the light, and thats why you'll burn inside mine.
Here endth the lesson.
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March 10,
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Godsmack's Moonbaby begins to play loudly as the arena erupts in a sea of boos. The Winnipeg crowd has turned ugly and they are not pleased to see "The Main Man" tonight. Slade is smiling, happy to piss them off. He struts to the ring carrying a microphone in hand. Craven raises it to his lips as he strolls down the ramp.
Slade: Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada; How ya'll doin tonight?!
They continue to boo but Slade just keeps on talking.
Slade: Hah! Like I give a shit!
He stops at the bottom of the ramp and looks at a young child who holds a sign that reads "Slade Craven: 9/29/76 - 3/24/13" Craven takes a second and eyes the pretteen who mouths off to him. Then Slade hocks a huge loogie right on the center of the sign. He laughs and raises the microphone again.
Slade: Yes, Yes. It is I, the one effulgent illumination in your pitiful pathetic and pointless Canadian lives.
"The Main Man" beams a pretentious smile as he rolls into the ring.
Slade: Aw you pricks seem pissed. Why is that? You know you can't have an Asylum without "The Main Man," especially the one Asylum where my former tag team pertner makes his debut, Shadow!
Slade looks out over the arena with glee. The crowd is cheering for Shadow and chanting for him to come out here and slience Slade once in for all. But Shadow does not show. Slade paces in the ring for a moment.
Slade: Come on Shadow. Didn't you promise to be here? I'm waiting. What did losing to Level One remind you how you have no chance in hell at Rasslemania, or did it just remind you that you absolutely suck?
More boos from the crowd.
Slade: That's right people. Your hero, the great and powerful Shadow is nothing more than a liar. You heard him! You heard everything he said: how he planned to make Level One look like a bitch and prove to me that he is better than I will ever be. But Shadow failed. Just like we all expected him to. All bark and no bite. But what tickles me is the fact that ya'll believed in him! Oh that's the sweetest thing, your hope. Let me tell you people something about Shadow. The one thing he's actually good at in life is crushing people's hopes. Ya'll cheer for him but he just did to you what he's always done. Be a let down. Look at his promotion back to Overdrive one big disappointment after the next. Exactly like his failure to show up tonight and just like Rasslema-
[shadow=purple,right,1200]"I Awake from Madness, One More Time!"[/shadow]
The fans erupt. In seconds Shadow emerges from backstage wearing jeans an a black T shirt. He has his own microphone and doesn't wait for the crowd to die down.
Shadow: Seriously? That was it? I lose to Level one, after I spend a whole week verbally bashing him, and that's the best you can do? Christ Slade, what happened to you, I thought you were an expert of stuffing that tiny woman sized foot in your supersized mouth.
Slade: Blah, blah. Big talk from the big man.
Shadow: You want to talk disappointment's Slade, "The Main Man?" Slade, I can count your yearly accomplishments on one hand---
Slade- Yes just like the number of minutes I can count your reign as Xtreme champion. Shadow do yourself a favor and shut the hell up. Your on MY show now. All you have are your words. Face it, you rolled the dice your last few times on Overdrive. Johnny Rebel gave you the chance to prove you had what it took to beat me at Rasslemania, but you caved faster than the Detroit Lions. Look at your big run on Overdrive. Kurt Noble: Beat you, Biggs: Beat you, Delikado: Beat You, and even Level One: beat you. Take your 'darkness' and go back to Meltdown where you belong Shadow. You can't cut it in the big time. You never could.
Shadow glares, he is getting angry.
Slade: What I strike a nerve? You didn't think I'd fire off my true thoughts before the Starting Gun did you? No Shadow, see unlike you I actually have brains. You're just an animal. I was always the handler.
Shadow starts to talk toward the ring, he drops the mirophone and clenchs his fists. The fans are screaming and cheering as the jump up and down on their feet.
Beckett: If Shadow strikes Slade, Rasslemania is off.
Nailz: I don't think this crowd cares.
Slade: Thats right bigfoot. Bring it.
"The Main Man" extends his hand and beckons. But Shadow stops at ringside. He doesn't get in the ring.
Slade: Aww, what's the matter Shadow, stage fright? You know they say thats a pretty common problem for men like you, unable to perform under pressure. Then again we already knew that.
He grins.
Slade: Flacid, just like I figured.
Shadow grabs the ropes and pulls himself onto the apron.
Slade: Come on. Get in the ring. Let's do this now Shadow, we both know this is the only shot you'll have. Come Rasslemania you'll fold the moment that bell rings. Come on, Come on there we go.
The fans are near rioting as Shadow slings his leg over the top rope.
Slade: You see Shadow, I know you. I made you. And even now I can still pull your strings. But the thing you always have failed to realize my gigantic puppet is that I will always be one step ahead of you.
Craven leans back over the ropes on the opposite side of the ring and rolls over and flips out. The fans begin to boo. Shadow has a confused look on his face as Slade taps his forehead.
Slade: Shadow I didn't need to instigate a fight with you here in this craphole Canadian town to know who's the better man. I just had to tug on your leash a little. No, I won't deny myself my grand and glorious victory at Rasslemania by getting into a fist fight with you tonight.
"The Main Man" struts around the ring as he speaks, he makes his way to the ramp.
Slade: You see Shadow, when it comes down to it, come Rasslemania, you'll dance to my tune regardless.
He turns back to his former tag partner.
Slade: Shadow, I love that you're so predictable.
He smirks. The crowd is booing. They wanted a fight. Shadow is gritting his teeth his fists are quivering he wants to explode and tear the ring apart. He wants to wrap his fingers around Slade's throat and rip his head off.
Slade: See you in two weeks.
Craven turns his back on Shadow and strolls up the ramp as his music plays. The mind game perfect, Slade was nestled right inside his opponent's head.
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You had some mighty strong words to say to me a few weeks back.
Shadow, there is no denying that I had a mediocre year at best, but you on the other hand. You have had this awesome, nonstop, brutal and bad ass year. And you did it without me. Let me rephrase, you explicitly did it without me. Why? What did you have to prove to yourself Shadow? We were already in the Hall of Fame, a feud of the year winner and you a two time Overdrive Champion, you were a wrestling ICON! What did you have to prove? Not a damn thing.
No, despite all those accomplishments you still felt forgotten.
So a year ago you and I were sitting down in Texas, firing up the grill when we got the call from President Jeff and he told us we were being inducted into the Hall of Fame. I'll be honest, in the time I was gone I really didn't think about APW that much, yeah so what I said it bitches. No I was enjoying retirement. Nice pension check, long days to do nothing but build Legos, and five minutes after I got off the phone you asked me, "Want to go to Rasslemania and make a surprise comeback?"
I figured you were bored so I was like, yeah sure make a big return, flash a grin, run the ring a few months and then we would bounce back to Texas for the rest of our R and R, but within two months of us getting back you tell me you're transferred to Meltdown and what's more is you WANTED IT!
You screwed me Shadow, pure and simple. I could be lounging in the yard I used to have, but no you needed me to bring you back to APW. Just like when we first got hired here. You couldn't count on President Jeff taking your no talent, underacheiving, self-centered hide on your own. You had to come in under "The Main Man's" wing, AGAIN.
Let me tell you all a little secret about how Shadow got his start here. We were negotiating our contracts for APW and Shadow, who had been in a slump since he started wrestling, you know never winning a belt on his own, was like "Man is there any way I could go for a belt or something?" Yeah, Mr. 'I don't give acrap about titles' needed a title shot to sign his contract.
Shadow you're nothing more than a hypocrite. Hell you're probably the biggest hypocrite I've ever seen. I at least mean it when i say I don't give a damn about gold, but hey I already got plenty of it on my wall. Strike that, had it on my wall before I freaking sold my house you asshole! Everyone remember that crap? I sold my house in Texas, took to the road trying to help Shadow solve his own messed up bullshit drama! For like three months I helped him investigate some goose chase! All the while he were using that time to build himself up on Meltdown by beating the crap out of some rookie rejects. My career tanked because of him!
I trusted you Shadow. It was always you and I against the world, bro. Ever since you first set foot in the ring way back in like 2002, you always had my back, then you were up and gone. You took your Magilla Gorilla ass to Meltdown and left me to fend for myself on Overdrive. Some bro you are Shadow, always thinking about yourself: you selfish bastard.
Not only did my career take a nosedive, so did my personal life. I mean hell, no house and living out of hotel rooms finally wore me down and I ended up getting locked up in a whacko basket. The upside to that was I got to meet Doc Brown's look-a-like. Next thing I know, I'm getting electro-shock therapy and my ass handed to me both in the ring and in real life. You asshat.
Then a miracle happened. That Doc Brown doppleganger asked me a question. I was lying there on the therapist couch, staring up at the ceiling when all of sudden ole John Bigboote said: "Slade, what is that you truly want?"
It was like a light bulb went off in my head. Everything clicked, and I realized what I wanted, I wanted revenge. Blind stinking pure revenge. So I spent the next few weeks in the nuthouse thinking about just how I would go about it. I plotted meticulously and waited, oh did I wait. Then the opportunity presented itself: The Meltdown Megashow.
I even gave you the chance to atone for everything. All you had to do was cover my ass. Stefan Raab got his only real win in history over me, and it was all under your watch. So I just returned the favor. Your big match with Delikado, you great chance to go head to head with Evan Envi, everything you spent the year working for and I took it from you.
Never in my life have I had a more fulfilling moment. When my foot Cliq Kicked your square stone jaw everything was finally clear. I knew then what I know now. Manifest Desity asshole. I was going to take the life your wrongfully snagged from me and grab it by the horns. I'm going to the way things were before I had to carry your heavy ass around like a bag of bricks. Before I met you I was the greatest thing to ever grace professional wrestling. People from miles around would seek me out just to see if they mattered.
Then I found you. I saw potential and I tried to help you. But no, you couldn't stand being the other man, the man that people called "Slade's partner." You never had a name of your own, hell even your ringname now just screams sidekick.
And like Jason Todd and the other sidekicks that never mattered you'll be finished and forgotten before the comic is over. I spent years training you and you think I taught you everything I know? How stupid do you think I am? No instructor teaches his protege all the tricks. You always save the best for yourself. Deep down, I always knew this day would come. Anyone who dreams of success can never truly be anything until they defeat their teacher. But truth is, you can't beat me.
It's what I showed you on Asylum. I lit the match on the powderkeg and cut the trail before the spark hit the barrel. I played you Shadow, pure and simple.
So sit there seething with rage as you watch this promo Shadow. Sit there thinking about how you plan to shred me into pieces. Tell yourself whatever makes you feel better, whatever eases our mind because it doesn't matter. Truth is I never needed you as a tag partner, I was doing just fine on my own. You always needed me, you always needed someone to steer you: Roxy, Me, Dita, Seann. You can't do anything on your own. But me I was always a loner. I'm better that way and I'll show you tonight Shadow. You know what they say about the shadows eh parter? They can't exist in the light, and thats why you'll burn inside mine.
Here endth the lesson.
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