Post by T-Marv on Jun 15, 2013 23:25:03 GMT -4
Thursday June 13. New Orleans. Post Overdrive
If there was ever a time to NOT poke the bear, to not kick around a ticking time bomb, this would be it. But Cindy Shannon obviously never learned that lesson. She bursts out of the backstage exit of the New Orleans Arena clopping all the way in her high heel shoes.
Her target? APW Undisputed champion walks toward his waiting vehicle with his fiancé Maggie Kent in toe. He still holds his head and neck in pain after the GUESS WHO delivered by Evan Envi just a few minutes before. He tenderly holds Maggie, but his face is scrunched up in a growl as he clearly just wants to go home.
“Terry….er, Mr. Marvin!”
Terry cringes as the voice that comes from behind him feels like nails on the chalk board. Only one woman is EVER allowed to call him Mr. Marvin again, and she’s standing attached to his arm right this moment. Terry keeps walking, hoping this would deter Cindy.
His hopes are crushed as she simply speeds up and steps in front of him. Terry is forced to come to a complete halt, or Maggie would be run directly into this annoying little announcer. And if Maggie so much as stubbed a toe on this waste of human space, Terry would go to jail for manslaughter.
“Terry, May I get a few words?”
It was the most bullshit question ever. If he said no, she’d simply keep talking anyways. That’s all she ever does is talk. Terry remembers the days when flirting with Cindy was fun and a great way to take his mind off of the stress of the job. But now, he truly wanted her to just disappear. He wasn’t in the mood to deal with ANYONE at this moment.
He glares through her with a look that clearly says “only if you want me to eat your soul.” Cindy swallows hard, but somehow takes Terry’s offsetting appearance and lack of response as a yes, and gives him just one more reason for him to hate her.
“The last few weeks, This so called “New Sindicate” has failed to live up to the fame of the original. First you were out smarted by the Synndicate, not once but twice failing in your plans. And tonight you were laid out by the League, and more specifically, Evan Envi. Do you care to comment on the lack of impact that you, Christian Kane, AJP, and Logan Alexander have produced thus far?”
Maggie’s eyes were thrown open wide as she almost ran for cover, knowing the kind of response that this would bring from Terry. Terry was far too furious to verbally respond. Instead, proverbial laser beams flew out of his eyes and he envisioned her melting like a flesh Popsicle. This would have brought a smile to his face, but it was already furled into a scowl so fierce that crew members, still in the area, literally dove for cover. A growl came from Terry’s lips that made Cindy shiver in her boots. Tears welled up in her eyes as she immediately began walking backwards at a hurried pace. She snuck into the building and Terry’s temper was calmed by Maggie’s tender touch.
“I’m so tired of this. I know in my heart that I made the right choice in my recruitment of the New Sindicate. However, we’ve been made a mockery of…we’ve been turned into a JOKE!”
His rage only grows, but Maggie’s sheer presence keeps it under control.
“Level One thinks he can do what he wants. The League thinks they can walk all over us. We’re not respected. We’re not feared. We’re a joke… “
He shakes his head in sheer disappointment.
“But I’m not laughing! I’m done laughing. It’s time for us to live out our true potential. It’s time for a change. It’s time for the New Sindicate commands the fear and respect we deserve. And it all starts this week.”
They make it to the car. The driver opens the door and Terry stands there for a second. The evil, cocky smirk that we’ve all come to know and love creeps on his face.
“This week, we will send a message that APW will not ignore. This week, I will step up as the leader of the New Sindicate and solidify our foothold on the world of APW! This week, I will make damn sure that EVERYONE watching around the world KNOWS who’s in charge. And anyone who stands in our way… anyone who had a part in our embarrassment is fair game. And SOMEBODY will pay the price.”
Terry smiles and ducks into the car. Maggie swallows hard and shakes her head.
“Poor Stefan.”
Somberly, she gets in the car and the scene fades to black.
At first, I thought it was a joke, some horrible practical joke that set me up for embarrassment. I figured Level One got a hold of Biggs or Jeff, or somebody and talked them into this horrendous sham of a display on the card so that everyone could have a good laugh at the expense of the APW Undisputed Champion.
Never in a million years did I believe that they’d let a half-wit moron like Stefan Raab actually book himself into a title match. I didn’t think they had such utter lack of respect for their company as to make it the laughing stock of the wrestling community. Yet here we are. In 24 hours, I will be stepping into that wrestling ring with this UNDISPUTED title on the line, this title that I had to EARN through making my way through a one night, 8 man tournament to receive a shot at the most notorious champion of all time. And I will be defending it against a slag of a human being who declared himself the number one contender with ABSOLUTELY no reasoning or backing behind it what so ever.
It’s hilarious in one sense because it is so damn sad and pathetic. Are you telling me that all I had to do is walk out and DECLARE myself the number one contender? HOLY SHIT! All this time I thought you had to DESERVE your title shots. Isn’t that what you’re always blabbing about on Twitter Stefan? Aren’t you always bitching about Aubrey J. Parker, among others, getting handed title shots they simply DO NOT DESERVE! And then you pull a captain Hipocrite move on us by doing the EXACT SAME THING YOURSELF! Are you fucking kidding me? Is there not another soul in the world picking up that this infantile prison bitch just committed the same crime he spent months and months protesting about?
No, you people are so blinded by your unfounded hatred of me that you simply don’t give a shit when the screwjobs come, as long as they come my way. But that’s absolutely fine. It just goes to support what the New Sindicate has been saying since it’s conception, that the powers that be are impossibly unqualified to run this business. And it completely supports the thought and feeling that the fans…the ones who should look up to and respect the talent that stands before them… are incapable of putting their personal feelings aside and appreciate the true greatness that surrounds them. THAT is what the New Sindicate is trying to change. That is why we’re so damn hard on you people. That is what we constantly beat into you, only to have it fall on deaf ears.
So now we need a demonstration. Now we need to show you people the true power and true purpose of the Sindicate. And Stefan Raab will be our sacrificial lamb slaughtered so you all know the power of wrestling’s divinity!
Raab… you silly little Nazi, what the fuck were you thinking walking right into the firing squad with a giant bulls-eye on your chest? Did you build your confidence up so much by taking down Jeff AND Reginald? Did you think that those victories, no matter how impressive, would be in the comparative realm of something so prestigious as winning the HIGHEST HONOR in our sport today? You know what Raab, I bet you honestly did. Somebody so delusional as you WOULD think those are equal feats. This coming from a man who constantly spurts shit on Twitter of which he couldn’t even comprehend the true facts of.
Honestly Raab, watching your twitter timeline is like watching an edition of Fox News, only with LESS facts! You make shit up off the top of your head and throw it out there, not as opinion but as gospel. You’re lost in your own little world of fantasy, and it’s going to cost you severly one of these days. You’re going to piss off the wrong person, you’re going to pick the wrong fight, and somebody is going to take exception and make an example out of you taking ever ounce of frustration and retribution he could possibly think of on your poor beaten carcass.
That time is tomorrow night at Asylum.
That wrong fight, that somebody is ME!
You saw what I did to the likes of Keaton Saint. You saw what I did to Phil Atken, to Kurt Noble, to CJ Gates… and those were HUGE talents worthy of my respect. I don’t respect you Raab, because you’re a fucking JOKE!
And I’m not talking about your in ring performance either, because there is talent there. It may be untapped and clouded over by your delusions of grandure and your ridiculous superiority complex, but there’s something there untapped. If you could just get over yourself and let go of the anger and the displacement of reality for one second to develop your skills instead of talking about how great you are all the time, there might be some evidence the next time you decide to run your mouth. Instead of trying to talk yourself into believing you have some merit in that ring, you’d actually have some.
So this week, Raab…I’m going to help you. I’m going to give you a gift that will allow your talents to shine through and let your ego take a back seat. This week, I’m going to embarrass you so badly that you’ll never again be able to even PRETEND that you’re worthy of anything more than the usual sampling of shit that is more at your level! I’m going to open your fucking eyes and make you realize what exactly it means to be on my level! And maybe, just maybe, I’ll finally beat some respect into your stubborn ass!
Cause that’s another thing that makes me want to separate your head from that lump of fecal matter you call a body… you’re complete and total refusal to have even the most basic amount of respect for those who have accomplished more in their careers than you will ever hope to… makes me nearly pass out just from the sheer level of ignorance and incompetence that it takes to disregard such things.
I understand not wanting to be friends with your opposition. I understand not respecting them as human beings. But to ignore everything that people have accomplished inside that ring? This coming from a man who’s greatest victory to date comes against a man who is CLEARLY not a wrestler any longer and who really only competes ONCE a year in an act of self promotion that proves he cannot let another wrestler fully take the spotlight and makes me sick. This coming from a man who’s most recent victory comes against a man who NEVER laces those boots…. EVER! The fact that you respect nobody, the fact that you continually down play their skills and achievements is the reason you overlook EVERY SINGLE PERSON who steps in that ring.
It’s the reason your win/loss record reads more like an overly complicated math problem for children.
I may be a snake who uses every single advantage I possibly can to gain victories…but I NEVER underestimate an opponent. I never count a man out regardless of his success factor because on any given day lightning can strike even the most unlikely of places. That’s why I refuse to overlook even a hopeless case of a man about to be handed the biggest disappointment that this universe has EVER seen. That’s why, when we step in the ring Sunday, Raab, I won’t see a man who chooses to attack only office personnel in the opposite corner. I will be looking into the eyes of my biggest threat at the moment… I will be looking at the face of a man I DO respect, even though I’d love to personally see him drown, burn, and starve to death all simotaniously… I will see LEVEL ONE staring back at me!
And I will attack you like you were Level One.
I will come at you like my life is on the line! I will come at you like my Undisputed Championship is truly in danger.
For you see, the New Sindicate has been embarrassed TWICE in the course of two weeks…. We’ve been made to look like the laughing stock of APW. And the first of those instances, Raab, was YOUR FAULT! Your incompetence at Raab-A-Mania allowed Level One to waltz in here with his newfound tits on a stick puppy dog and put me in a tragic situation. I now have to lower myself to defend my title against Jason Kash’s cast off and leave myself wide open for Level One to swoop in and save the day with that little briefcase he thinks I forgot about. You caused ALL my heartaches for the last two weeks Raab… and now you will learn first hand that there are consequences for crossing the GREATEST THING TO EVER HAPPEN TO WRESTLING!
All the embarrassment the Sindicate has suffered will be forgiven once I hold you accountable Stefan. Once I carry out the sentence that you so rightfully deserve, Nobody will ever look at the Sindicate as the laughing stock of APW Ever again.
Sunday Night Stefan, the Joke is over!
You will step in the ring with GOD’s GIFT TO WRESTLING, and you will know what it means to be out manned, out matched, and out classed every step of the way. And when the smoke has cleared and I break your David Hasslehoff worshiping ass in half… one thing will happen that has NEVER before occurred…
YOU WILL RESPECT ME STEFAN.
You will have no choice.
Prepare for your education.
Prepare for Redemption.
Prepare for Vengeance.
Prepare for SHOWTIME!
