Post by Chaos Stryke on Apr 19, 2013 1:31:00 GMT -4
Aubrey turns, sinking back into the ropes as she sees it approaching, but takes it upon herself to try to finish anyway! She bends down and forces Kaylyn up, grabbing her wrist and placing a foot under her jaw, going for the Defamer-- but Kaylyn grabs the ropes behind her and Aubrey hits the ground, getting nothing!
WHOA- she missed! Aubrey missed!
Aubrey climbs to her feet, but she is immediately grabbed from behind in a Full Nelson, lifted into the air, and driven roughly into her tail-bone in the middle of the ring! The crowd roars and Aubrey writhes in pain on the mat, holding her back. Kaylyn folds her up for the pin!
Beckett: Waitwaitwaitwaitwait!
1...... 2....... THREEEEE!
WHOA!
Russ and Steve leap up from their chairs as whatever is behind the camera slithers past them- but stops as "I'm Your Favorite Drug" hits the PA system. The camera sharply turns toward Kaylyn, who looks down at it in shock, before it retreats the way it came- backwards up the ramp.
Your winner... And the NEWWW APW Suicidal Champion... KAYLYN JAAAAMES EVAAAAANS!
Kaylyn snatches the championship from the referee and leaps over the barricade without another word. She makes her way through the crowd, a grin on her face, panting and breathing heavily.
The scene from last week comes to an end and fades from a white screen. The view then pulls back from the screen which we see takes up most of the wall it’s on. The camera pans around slightly and we see that the room is filled with rows of seats, like a theatre. From behind the camera a slow, measured clapping breaks the silence. The camera swings around and we catch sight of Logan Alexander sitting two rows behind the camera, continuing to clap steadily. The lights slowly shift to normal levels and we see he looks unimpressed as he sits there. After about twenty seconds, he stops clapping.
Congratulations.
He lowers his hands and sits back in his seat.
At long last the miracle has finally occurred. Well… actually it seems that several miracles occurred concurrently. First… Kaylyn Evans succeeded in actually winning a match. And a singles match no less. After stumbling along ineffectively for months and months on end she finally got one.
But that was only the first miracle. At the same time, Evans amazingly enough managed to defeat my partner Aubrey in the ring at long last. It was very much unexpected, I’ll tell you that much. I guess it was going to happen sooner or later though, but I’m not going to stand around and make any excuses for my partner though. A loss to you Evans does not diminish my partner in anyway, regardless of the fact that she lost to you, or because of what you took from her.
And that brings us to the third miracle. After several attempts, Evans is a champion in APW. Heck, for probably the first time I can think of since I first knew of her, she’s finally got a championship around her waist. It’s incredible isn’t it Evans? Finally you’ve gotten some validation for all of your hard work here. Well… if you can call what you do in the ring ‘work’ anyway.
He smirks slightly before bracing his elbow on the armrest and then propping his head up in his hand.
Did you by chance happen to go and buy any lottery tickets during the last week, Evans? Or maybe go to Vegas? You seemed to have stumbled across a nexus of luck at the right moment about ten days ago. Three unexpected events, I’m sure not even the most incredibly optimistic person would have bet on going into last week, happened all at once. So maybe you’d have thought of getting some more out of it, assuming you weren’t too busy patting yourself on the back after your match.
His smirk slowly disappears, and his expression grows serious.
I must admit that I have been dumbfounded by the events that happened last week. Not by your victory though. You were bound to win eventually after all. It’s like the story with the infinite monkeys on infinite typewriters. Eventually, even the most unlikely things will happen given enough opportunities, so your victory doesn’t faze me at all. It just gives me something to remain aware of. You might have another such outing so I’ll have to be ready to quash it.
No… what has been bothering me about your match last week is the fact that it was even for the championship at all.
His eyes narrow and Logan glares right at the camera as he continues.
Four months without a win, yet you’re gifted with back-to-back championship matches on back-to-back shows… How does that work anyway? You find a way to sneak into the Tag Team championship match and succeed in costing us the championships, then someone suggests to Schmidt that, ‘Hey maybe Kaylyn should get a title match.’ I could find that whole scenario a little bit understandable if say, I was getting a title match this week. Surely I’ve done enough in the last four months to warrant a shot at the Suicidal championship as well. Someone believed that you deserved a match for it. Why shouldn’t I get the same consideration?
Heck, I’ve at least been a singles champion before the last Asylum broadcast after all. You’d think that maybe that would entitle me to an opportunity every so often, since they seem to be handed out to everyone else. But no, that doesn’t happen to me and it doesn’t happen to Aubrey either. We’re punished for our success while others are rewarded for their failure. This turn of events driven by the people in charge is just another example of the injustice that seems to drive APW. Or maybe it’s just another not-so-subtle reminder of just how much M&M are disliked here and how little everyone wants us to get ahead.
Well… if that’s the way we’re going to have to play this game… fine. Aubrey and I just seem to keep getting overlooked as though doing our jobs in the ring and winning week after week isn’t enough. So, maybe we’ll just start doing other things in order to stand out a bit more from the crowd since being excellent competitors appears to mean nothing.
Logan moves his head away from his hand, sitting up straight, then clenches his fist and slams it down against the armrest. He stews in his anger and frustration for several moments, lowering his gaze down to his hand. He stands and moves towards one of the aisles. The camera rises and then follows after him. Once he reaches the aisle he turns and looks back towards the camera, as he leans against the wall.
Someone obviously thought that the revenge match would be a great seller for the last couple of weeks though. I got to face Hopkins last week after he notched a win at Rasslemania and I made him tap out in the middle of the ring. Now I get to face you after your big win and I have a result similar to my last match in mind even though I’ve already made you submit in the ring a month ago. You’ve had your moment of success, and now I plan on making an example of you Evans.
If even things between us weren’t already personal the way you’re always sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong, I have a very good reason to beat the heck out of you this week in the ring. You’ve clearly been declared ‘championship material’ by the people in charge, and for me it means that if I’m going to start getting the opportunities that I feel I deserve given my record of service, I’m going to have to beat you decisively… and if I should need to go beyond that… I so will.
He looks down towards the floor, a bit of a smile appears on his face.
Personally, I don’t like you. Professionally, it appears that I need to beat you while you wear that bit of gold around your waist if I’m going to get ahead. For months, I’ve fought against you because I had to Evans. Everywhere I went, you’d show up like an unwanted tagalong. You’d get involved in things that weren’t your business and I’d have to fight you as a result. Four the last five to six months, I had no interest in facing you in the ring because it wasn’t to my benefit, so I treated those matches accordingly. Now… beating you serves my own purpose. I now HAVE to beat you Evans. I NEED to beat you. Do you realize what that means? It pretty much guarantees that you’re walking around with a bull’s eye on your back while I’m the one who’s got you lined up in the crosshairs.
While I have no immediate benefit for winning this match, I’m certainly going to do my best to avoid letting this opportunity slip through my fingers. I will be fighting like I’m trying to win the title from you right this week Evans. It’s not going to be enough to just beat you down like I’ve done before because I have something to prove this week. I’ve beaten you time and time again, but despite that I don’t get the opportunities that you do Evans… and that pisses me off greatly.
It makes me wonder how far I have to go this week against you. Do I just go out there to beat you and win the match? Do I go out there with the intent of hurting you? Do I go out there to leave you a bloody mess on the canvas? Do I just keep beating on you until people come out to pry me off of you? These are the things I am left to think about this week all because I have been overlooked for someone like you. I watched as you were given that match last week while I’m constantly being told to ‘wait my turn’. So what else am I to do other than make an example out of APW’s new ‘golden girl’? Sit back and keep waiting? I’ve tried that… and I’m sick of it.
He scowls and glares towards the camera for several moments before turning away and walking towards the front of the theatre.
I look at you… and I see someone who is taking opportunities from me. You cost me the North American championship and the Tag Team championships. You’re getting title matches, yet I get nothing while I’ve been beating you for months. I’m not going to be taking a back seat to you Evans… I don’t give a damn who you think you are or what you’ve accomplished or how righteous you think your cause is fighting against Aubrey and I. I’m going to take it all out on you this weekend. People in APW seem to think you’re ready for the responsibility of carrying a championship. Maybe you even think you’re ready for that responsibility… that you can handle it and do so in a distinguished manner and show everybody just how good you are.
Well I don’t believe you are and I intend to prove it by beating you. I’m not going to take this match lightly. I am going to throw everything at my disposal towards you in this match. If I have to smash you or bash you, bend you or break you, drive your skull into the mat or tie you into a knot, I’ll do. I’m going to push you as far as you can go. And once I get you to that point, I’m going to drag you kicking and screaming beyond that point until you can’t take it anymore.
You beat Aubrey, but it took you a long time to finally get past her. Now you’ve got to repeat that feat again against another opponent who is as good as she is, but you haven’t been a consistent competitor here have you? You’ve got to follow up your best performance to date with another performance as good as, or better than, that. Are you capable of doing that?
Logan walks along the front of the theatre and climbs up onto the small raised platform before the screen. He walks out to about the middle of it and turns to look towards the camera. The camera follows him the whole way down to the front of the theatre and stands before him, looking up at him as he looks down at the camera. He crosses his arms over his chest and smirks.
I guess we’ll get to find out if you’ve finally turned a corner here in APW and are ready to really compete against those of us who have shown what it takes to be mainstays, or if what you showed us last week was a one time event and now you’re going to settle back into your rut of mediocrity even with a championship around your waist.
You have your moment in the sun whether you deserve it or not, but I’m here to eclipse you and show you what it takes to be a star.
A spotlight shines down on Logan from the projection room. He smiles confidently at the camera.
You’re going to be looking up at me from the mat by the end of the night Evans. I guarantee it. So get used to seeing me like this, towering over you, and dropping down the final blow!
Logan jumps off the raised stage, down towards the camera with both arms raised to strike. He swings his arms down to the camera as he falls, and just as his hands fill the view of the camera, the scene fades to black.
WHOA- she missed! Aubrey missed!
Aubrey climbs to her feet, but she is immediately grabbed from behind in a Full Nelson, lifted into the air, and driven roughly into her tail-bone in the middle of the ring! The crowd roars and Aubrey writhes in pain on the mat, holding her back. Kaylyn folds her up for the pin!
Beckett: Waitwaitwaitwaitwait!
1...... 2....... THREEEEE!
WHOA!
Russ and Steve leap up from their chairs as whatever is behind the camera slithers past them- but stops as "I'm Your Favorite Drug" hits the PA system. The camera sharply turns toward Kaylyn, who looks down at it in shock, before it retreats the way it came- backwards up the ramp.
Your winner... And the NEWWW APW Suicidal Champion... KAYLYN JAAAAMES EVAAAAANS!
Kaylyn snatches the championship from the referee and leaps over the barricade without another word. She makes her way through the crowd, a grin on her face, panting and breathing heavily.
The scene from last week comes to an end and fades from a white screen. The view then pulls back from the screen which we see takes up most of the wall it’s on. The camera pans around slightly and we see that the room is filled with rows of seats, like a theatre. From behind the camera a slow, measured clapping breaks the silence. The camera swings around and we catch sight of Logan Alexander sitting two rows behind the camera, continuing to clap steadily. The lights slowly shift to normal levels and we see he looks unimpressed as he sits there. After about twenty seconds, he stops clapping.
Congratulations.
He lowers his hands and sits back in his seat.
At long last the miracle has finally occurred. Well… actually it seems that several miracles occurred concurrently. First… Kaylyn Evans succeeded in actually winning a match. And a singles match no less. After stumbling along ineffectively for months and months on end she finally got one.
But that was only the first miracle. At the same time, Evans amazingly enough managed to defeat my partner Aubrey in the ring at long last. It was very much unexpected, I’ll tell you that much. I guess it was going to happen sooner or later though, but I’m not going to stand around and make any excuses for my partner though. A loss to you Evans does not diminish my partner in anyway, regardless of the fact that she lost to you, or because of what you took from her.
And that brings us to the third miracle. After several attempts, Evans is a champion in APW. Heck, for probably the first time I can think of since I first knew of her, she’s finally got a championship around her waist. It’s incredible isn’t it Evans? Finally you’ve gotten some validation for all of your hard work here. Well… if you can call what you do in the ring ‘work’ anyway.
He smirks slightly before bracing his elbow on the armrest and then propping his head up in his hand.
Did you by chance happen to go and buy any lottery tickets during the last week, Evans? Or maybe go to Vegas? You seemed to have stumbled across a nexus of luck at the right moment about ten days ago. Three unexpected events, I’m sure not even the most incredibly optimistic person would have bet on going into last week, happened all at once. So maybe you’d have thought of getting some more out of it, assuming you weren’t too busy patting yourself on the back after your match.
His smirk slowly disappears, and his expression grows serious.
I must admit that I have been dumbfounded by the events that happened last week. Not by your victory though. You were bound to win eventually after all. It’s like the story with the infinite monkeys on infinite typewriters. Eventually, even the most unlikely things will happen given enough opportunities, so your victory doesn’t faze me at all. It just gives me something to remain aware of. You might have another such outing so I’ll have to be ready to quash it.
No… what has been bothering me about your match last week is the fact that it was even for the championship at all.
His eyes narrow and Logan glares right at the camera as he continues.
Four months without a win, yet you’re gifted with back-to-back championship matches on back-to-back shows… How does that work anyway? You find a way to sneak into the Tag Team championship match and succeed in costing us the championships, then someone suggests to Schmidt that, ‘Hey maybe Kaylyn should get a title match.’ I could find that whole scenario a little bit understandable if say, I was getting a title match this week. Surely I’ve done enough in the last four months to warrant a shot at the Suicidal championship as well. Someone believed that you deserved a match for it. Why shouldn’t I get the same consideration?
Heck, I’ve at least been a singles champion before the last Asylum broadcast after all. You’d think that maybe that would entitle me to an opportunity every so often, since they seem to be handed out to everyone else. But no, that doesn’t happen to me and it doesn’t happen to Aubrey either. We’re punished for our success while others are rewarded for their failure. This turn of events driven by the people in charge is just another example of the injustice that seems to drive APW. Or maybe it’s just another not-so-subtle reminder of just how much M&M are disliked here and how little everyone wants us to get ahead.
Well… if that’s the way we’re going to have to play this game… fine. Aubrey and I just seem to keep getting overlooked as though doing our jobs in the ring and winning week after week isn’t enough. So, maybe we’ll just start doing other things in order to stand out a bit more from the crowd since being excellent competitors appears to mean nothing.
Logan moves his head away from his hand, sitting up straight, then clenches his fist and slams it down against the armrest. He stews in his anger and frustration for several moments, lowering his gaze down to his hand. He stands and moves towards one of the aisles. The camera rises and then follows after him. Once he reaches the aisle he turns and looks back towards the camera, as he leans against the wall.
Someone obviously thought that the revenge match would be a great seller for the last couple of weeks though. I got to face Hopkins last week after he notched a win at Rasslemania and I made him tap out in the middle of the ring. Now I get to face you after your big win and I have a result similar to my last match in mind even though I’ve already made you submit in the ring a month ago. You’ve had your moment of success, and now I plan on making an example of you Evans.
If even things between us weren’t already personal the way you’re always sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong, I have a very good reason to beat the heck out of you this week in the ring. You’ve clearly been declared ‘championship material’ by the people in charge, and for me it means that if I’m going to start getting the opportunities that I feel I deserve given my record of service, I’m going to have to beat you decisively… and if I should need to go beyond that… I so will.
He looks down towards the floor, a bit of a smile appears on his face.
Personally, I don’t like you. Professionally, it appears that I need to beat you while you wear that bit of gold around your waist if I’m going to get ahead. For months, I’ve fought against you because I had to Evans. Everywhere I went, you’d show up like an unwanted tagalong. You’d get involved in things that weren’t your business and I’d have to fight you as a result. Four the last five to six months, I had no interest in facing you in the ring because it wasn’t to my benefit, so I treated those matches accordingly. Now… beating you serves my own purpose. I now HAVE to beat you Evans. I NEED to beat you. Do you realize what that means? It pretty much guarantees that you’re walking around with a bull’s eye on your back while I’m the one who’s got you lined up in the crosshairs.
While I have no immediate benefit for winning this match, I’m certainly going to do my best to avoid letting this opportunity slip through my fingers. I will be fighting like I’m trying to win the title from you right this week Evans. It’s not going to be enough to just beat you down like I’ve done before because I have something to prove this week. I’ve beaten you time and time again, but despite that I don’t get the opportunities that you do Evans… and that pisses me off greatly.
It makes me wonder how far I have to go this week against you. Do I just go out there to beat you and win the match? Do I go out there with the intent of hurting you? Do I go out there to leave you a bloody mess on the canvas? Do I just keep beating on you until people come out to pry me off of you? These are the things I am left to think about this week all because I have been overlooked for someone like you. I watched as you were given that match last week while I’m constantly being told to ‘wait my turn’. So what else am I to do other than make an example out of APW’s new ‘golden girl’? Sit back and keep waiting? I’ve tried that… and I’m sick of it.
He scowls and glares towards the camera for several moments before turning away and walking towards the front of the theatre.
I look at you… and I see someone who is taking opportunities from me. You cost me the North American championship and the Tag Team championships. You’re getting title matches, yet I get nothing while I’ve been beating you for months. I’m not going to be taking a back seat to you Evans… I don’t give a damn who you think you are or what you’ve accomplished or how righteous you think your cause is fighting against Aubrey and I. I’m going to take it all out on you this weekend. People in APW seem to think you’re ready for the responsibility of carrying a championship. Maybe you even think you’re ready for that responsibility… that you can handle it and do so in a distinguished manner and show everybody just how good you are.
Well I don’t believe you are and I intend to prove it by beating you. I’m not going to take this match lightly. I am going to throw everything at my disposal towards you in this match. If I have to smash you or bash you, bend you or break you, drive your skull into the mat or tie you into a knot, I’ll do. I’m going to push you as far as you can go. And once I get you to that point, I’m going to drag you kicking and screaming beyond that point until you can’t take it anymore.
You beat Aubrey, but it took you a long time to finally get past her. Now you’ve got to repeat that feat again against another opponent who is as good as she is, but you haven’t been a consistent competitor here have you? You’ve got to follow up your best performance to date with another performance as good as, or better than, that. Are you capable of doing that?
Logan walks along the front of the theatre and climbs up onto the small raised platform before the screen. He walks out to about the middle of it and turns to look towards the camera. The camera follows him the whole way down to the front of the theatre and stands before him, looking up at him as he looks down at the camera. He crosses his arms over his chest and smirks.
I guess we’ll get to find out if you’ve finally turned a corner here in APW and are ready to really compete against those of us who have shown what it takes to be mainstays, or if what you showed us last week was a one time event and now you’re going to settle back into your rut of mediocrity even with a championship around your waist.
You have your moment in the sun whether you deserve it or not, but I’m here to eclipse you and show you what it takes to be a star.
A spotlight shines down on Logan from the projection room. He smiles confidently at the camera.
You’re going to be looking up at me from the mat by the end of the night Evans. I guarantee it. So get used to seeing me like this, towering over you, and dropping down the final blow!
Logan jumps off the raised stage, down towards the camera with both arms raised to strike. He swings his arms down to the camera as he falls, and just as his hands fill the view of the camera, the scene fades to black.
