Post by T-Marv on Jul 27, 2013 21:34:44 GMT -4
There have been very few times in my life when I’ve been speechless about an occurrence or event. But what happened at Overdrive last week had me scratching my head for days. Was Aubrey really fucked up in the head, or was she just playing games with me? Is this all part of her plot to stab me in the back and take this title from around my waist, or is her mind so battled by the hatred that others have cast down upon her that she really is going through a nervous breakdown.
I’m not going to take any chances… I ‘m going into the next few weeks with both sets of eyes opened and waiting for the knife to slide out and between my shoulder blades. I’ll be expecting it, ready for it, and when it does happen, my retribution will be swift and complete. Aubrey J. Parker is going to turn on me… and I’m going to let her. I’m sure you’re thinking “Why don’t you turn on her first? Why don’t you fire the first shots? And in the past I would have, in the past I’d have jumped all over the chance and had her crying her pretty little eyes out that I spoiled all of her plans… but things have changed.
I respect AJP, batshit and all. And I truly believe that our match at Shockwave could possibly be one of the greatest spectacles this world has ever seen. And yes, taking her out ahead of time would greatly increase my chances, would give me the upper hand. But letting things unfold as they may and just preparing myself for the cold bitter sting of betrayal will more than prepare me to defend my Undisputed title at Shockwave! It will light the fire under my ass that I need to go full out against the woman I call my friend!
It will remove any hesitation, destroy any chance of me pulling my punches, of going easy on her. And that’s something I desperately need, something that I will be lost without. At this point I’m almost rooting for AJP to knock me off my pedestal, to take this belt that has infused itself with me, that has made itself part of me because she deserves it more than anyone else in this business. But the competitor in me, the man who wants to cut down all competition doesn’t want to let that stand!
It’s a confusing and conflicted situation.
Which brings me to Raab-A-Mania this week. I’m teaming with a man who weeks ago tried to dethrone me, who’s done everything in his power to get this Undisputed Champion. And he’s attempting to use me as a pawn to get one up on Reaver and Kash… Unfortunately for him, I’m NOBODY’S BITCH! If he thinks I’m going to roll over and let him have his way in this match, he’s truly crazier than I thought. But the competitor in me won’t let me back down, won’t let me leave him to his own devices.
So I’ll show up… I’ll bust my ass to beat down on Foul Play… But when the smoke clears, this thing is going to go down MY WAY and only my way! And if Raab has a problem with that, I’ll slap the Kraut right out of his silly bitch mouth!
The smell around the area is atrocious, as the sound of hogs fill the air. We’re smack dab in the middle of a giant hog farm. The Real Show Terry Marvin, APW Undisputed Champion stands next to a fence with a disgusted look on his face. He sits there watching two hogs “go at” each other in a large puddle of mud.
”Now, I know what you’re thinking, and you’d be wrong. I am NOT in fact watching the training ritual of my opponents this week, those members who make up Foul Play…Instead I’m enjoying the only scenery this god forsaken place has to take in. I miss the big time venues and classy locations of Overdrive where I was treated with the class and respect I deserved. But Asylum…excuse me…Raab A Mania has decided to visit EVERYWHERE that technology refuses to inhabit!”
His face still one of disgust as he walks away from the fence and off into the distance where he can get some “fresh air.”
”Then again, that’s what I get for leaving my cushy corner over on Overdrive to attempt to slum it with the white trash, gangsters, and all around psychos over here on the former ‘B’ show. Former you ask? Well, considering that I brought the REAL championship over to these shit infested waters and allowed that disgraced title to find a new home. The stock of Overdrive bottomed out the second I decided to lift this hell hole on my shoulders and drag it up to the next level. And trust me, it wasn’t easy.”
Terry shakes his head remembering and then looks up with a smile.
”But the SECOND I defeated Level One, the SECOND that hand slapped down for a three count, the second the Undisputed Champion beat the World Champion, Asylum proved once and for all to be the flagship program for APW! I DID THAT! So for all those who doubt it, regardless of who’s name is on it, Asylum is MY SHOW! And this new version of Asylum will be a thing of beauty.”
Terry then scowls like the hog shit smell has somehow found his way out to him.
”But my opponents this week, my opponents that were forced upon me by the new Fuehrer of Asylum, represent the physical manifestation of everything the old Asylum used to be… Everything that makes me nauseous to my stomach! They’re two disrespectful little hoodlums that make a life out of jokes about fecal matter, running rampant backstage with pranks so childish that the only ones EVER laughing are themselves, and of course grotesque sexual relations with midgets. The last one of course is merely a rumor, but given the gutter trash involved, likely quite true!
And that’s exactly what Jason Kash and Johnny Knuckles are… pure and simple TRASH that needs to be taken away and incinerated at long last! Oh and before you correct me, I will now and forever call that man who thinks that adding a mask and changing his name could erase the stench of failure that clings to him, Johnny Knuckles. Somebody watches too many sci-fi series and I will not defile the good name of Joss Weeden by calling you that which you BLATENTLY ripped off from one of the greatest and most underrated shows to ever hit the airwaves. However, there are some similarities between the two of you and the epic that was “FireFly”… Foul Play will also be cancelled WAY before it’s time!”
Terry smiles a cocky and arrogant smile as he winks at the camera.
”Now Knuckles, your career here hasn’t been the stuff of legends exactly has it. Often you’re a joke, a punch line thrown around the locker room when complete and utter futility is the subject of conversation. But there’s a quality about you, something that I can’t quite put my finger on, that causes your name to be on the very tip of everyone’s tongues when they discuss the major players on Asylum. And most of that has to do with your ridiculous amount of toughness and resiliency. You take the worst that everyone in this business has and you continue to bounce back from utter and absolute destruction. It’s the reason I respect you inside that ring Knuckles… regardless of how I feel about you outside of it.
But don’t mistake respect for admiration because personally I think you’re about as usefull as a giant sack of MAGGOTS! You rode your #4 placement in Survive and Conquer to more opportunities than a under achieving meat sack like you should ever receive. Don’t get me wrong, I’m sure you can give a beating just as well as you can take one in that ring, but you’ve pissed away EVERY single chance you’ve gotten… and you’re gonna do the same damn thing this week when you have a chance to face down the Undisputed Champion, a chance to put me in my place!
But I’m unlike anything you’ve ever seen Knuckles! I’m not Sally Talfourd! I’m not Anthony Bailey. I’m not Jason Fucking Kash. I’m a breed that Asylum has been lacking since its inception. I am GOD’S GIFT TO WRESTLING and I am the reason people flip to the food channel every two fucking weeks PRAYING that I make an appearance to give their life some sense of worth! You’re some silly little girl with a dream of reaching that giant mansion filled with fame and glory! Bring that kind of attitude into this match Knuckles and I’ll make you regret you’re pathetic decision to reach for that which you don’t deserve. I’ve bested Keaton Saint! I’ve bested Level One… do you honestly think YOU are going to cause me to lose sleep Knuckles?
I know you’ve lost your damn mind, but that’s a whole new level of crazy! But when you’re laying at my feet, unable to move, unable to do a damn thing but look up at the lights and wonder what the hell went wrong. I’m gonna beat the stupid right out of you Knuckles and force you to get REAL! And trust me, you’ll thank me for it!”
Terry smiles as he passes another hog pen where a giant Hog who’s missing one of it’s tusks. He is squatting down in his pen taking a giant crap.
”OH! Would you look at that. I was about to start talking about the one and only Jason Kash and there he is right in front of me. KASH!!!”
Terry waves over and the hog just looks up at him, finishes his business and walks away. Terry puts his hand to his mouth as if he just made a big mistake.
”So sorry for the confusion, but you gotta admit that the resemblance is uncanny! Perhaps the hog is a bit prettier, but that’s really semantics right now isn’t it. So here we are in the season of JASON, and I get the one and only Kash. Is this gonna be your upswing or another downslide? Didn’t think I paid attention Jason? Thought I was too good to follow lowly folks over here on Asylum? You’ll soon find that I don’t take any match, any challenge for granted, not even you. Truth is, I’ve been dying to step in the ring with you Kash to see what all the hype is there. After all, a two time World Heavyweight Champion like you should certainly push me fully to my limits right?
The last few months I’ve been preaching respect… no matter what having respect in that match. I showed it to Keaton when I beat him, earned it from TJ when I beat him, and Shook the hand of the man who made my life a living hell when I beat Level One. But you Jason… you don’t respect anyone or anything. Hell, you don’t even respect your “retarded” tag team partner, the man you’re supposed to have the back of this week. And people like that annoy the hell out of me Kash and drive me to make damn sure that they walk out of a match with me with nothing but respect for the GREATEST THING TO EVER HAPPEN TO WRESTLING. I will beat you and punish you and battle you until you have no choice Jason. That is unless you’re years and years of partaking in that wacky wacky weed have fried your brain leaving you incapable of doing the right thing.
This week, you goofy looking bastard, the world will get their dreams come true when we face off for the first time in that ring… EVER! Bring the man who went toe to toe with Sally Talfourd, the guy who took the suicide title off of Michael Callahan, and the guy who just whipped the shit out of Michael Lively, cause then the world will be satisfied at the spectacle they witness. However, if you bring the ignorant fool who let Anthony Bailey walk all over him like some ignorant bitch, the jackass who’s glorious flame out of a love fest with KJE made millions change the channel, or the guy who carries Knuckles around like some sort of crutch allowing the world to see you side by side so you don’t look like a candy ass chucklefuck in comparison….I will EMBARRASS you to the point where you’ll never show that toothless grin of yours around APW EVER again!
I know I’m your superior Jason Kash…deep down you know it too. That’s why the sarcastic comments on Twitter, the self deprecating attitude. IT all comes from a semblance of truth… but at least take your ass whooping with some semblance of integrity and for once in your pathetic life… have a small bit of PRIDE!”
Terry smiles as he passes by the pen and comes to another where A hog is just constantly running into the fence, bashing his head against a post over and over and over. He shakes off each blow and does it again. Terry laughs out loud looking at this.
”HAH! A moronic animal constantly beating the same thing over and over till perhaps it’ll sink in. Nothing else I can say would describe Stefan Raab more than that. I get it Raab… I get wanting to stack the deck in your favor and get the TOP megastar in the world on your side. But if you think that shanghaiing me and shoving me into this match is a way to get me to help you out, you’ve been drinking too much shitty German beer again. I don’t give a shit about your little bitch fest you have with Knuckles. If you’re planning on me making you look good, then Don’t bother fucking showing up. I’ll lead us to victory because THAT IS WHAT I DO! Don’t get me wrong though, I don’t like you Stefan. And if you piss me off, I’ll walk away and leave your ass to the wolves. ”
Terry walks past the pen and finally gets out into open country before turning and looking at the camera.
”To be honest with you Foul Play… I don’t have a DAMN thing against you. In fact, the only reason I’m going to bust my ass to crack your skulls is because that’s WHAT I DO when I step in this ring, and I don’t back down for any reason. HELL after the match if you want to rip Raab apart piece by bloody piece… go for it, I may even join in. But until then… your asses are mine.
I’ll carry dead weight to victory.
I’ll clean up the Foul ones.
I’ll prove why I am the pinnacle of this business, why I am the UNDISPUTED CHAMPION, and why my reign is nearing ONE FUCKING YEAR!
Get ready JK incorporated…yes I named you two rectal repositories…Cause the Season of JASON collides with the Summer of Showtime. And I think we all know that outcome.
See you soon fellas….
ITS SHOWTIME!”
Scene fades to black.
I’m not going to take any chances… I ‘m going into the next few weeks with both sets of eyes opened and waiting for the knife to slide out and between my shoulder blades. I’ll be expecting it, ready for it, and when it does happen, my retribution will be swift and complete. Aubrey J. Parker is going to turn on me… and I’m going to let her. I’m sure you’re thinking “Why don’t you turn on her first? Why don’t you fire the first shots? And in the past I would have, in the past I’d have jumped all over the chance and had her crying her pretty little eyes out that I spoiled all of her plans… but things have changed.
I respect AJP, batshit and all. And I truly believe that our match at Shockwave could possibly be one of the greatest spectacles this world has ever seen. And yes, taking her out ahead of time would greatly increase my chances, would give me the upper hand. But letting things unfold as they may and just preparing myself for the cold bitter sting of betrayal will more than prepare me to defend my Undisputed title at Shockwave! It will light the fire under my ass that I need to go full out against the woman I call my friend!
It will remove any hesitation, destroy any chance of me pulling my punches, of going easy on her. And that’s something I desperately need, something that I will be lost without. At this point I’m almost rooting for AJP to knock me off my pedestal, to take this belt that has infused itself with me, that has made itself part of me because she deserves it more than anyone else in this business. But the competitor in me, the man who wants to cut down all competition doesn’t want to let that stand!
It’s a confusing and conflicted situation.
Which brings me to Raab-A-Mania this week. I’m teaming with a man who weeks ago tried to dethrone me, who’s done everything in his power to get this Undisputed Champion. And he’s attempting to use me as a pawn to get one up on Reaver and Kash… Unfortunately for him, I’m NOBODY’S BITCH! If he thinks I’m going to roll over and let him have his way in this match, he’s truly crazier than I thought. But the competitor in me won’t let me back down, won’t let me leave him to his own devices.
So I’ll show up… I’ll bust my ass to beat down on Foul Play… But when the smoke clears, this thing is going to go down MY WAY and only my way! And if Raab has a problem with that, I’ll slap the Kraut right out of his silly bitch mouth!
The smell around the area is atrocious, as the sound of hogs fill the air. We’re smack dab in the middle of a giant hog farm. The Real Show Terry Marvin, APW Undisputed Champion stands next to a fence with a disgusted look on his face. He sits there watching two hogs “go at” each other in a large puddle of mud.
”Now, I know what you’re thinking, and you’d be wrong. I am NOT in fact watching the training ritual of my opponents this week, those members who make up Foul Play…Instead I’m enjoying the only scenery this god forsaken place has to take in. I miss the big time venues and classy locations of Overdrive where I was treated with the class and respect I deserved. But Asylum…excuse me…Raab A Mania has decided to visit EVERYWHERE that technology refuses to inhabit!”
His face still one of disgust as he walks away from the fence and off into the distance where he can get some “fresh air.”
”Then again, that’s what I get for leaving my cushy corner over on Overdrive to attempt to slum it with the white trash, gangsters, and all around psychos over here on the former ‘B’ show. Former you ask? Well, considering that I brought the REAL championship over to these shit infested waters and allowed that disgraced title to find a new home. The stock of Overdrive bottomed out the second I decided to lift this hell hole on my shoulders and drag it up to the next level. And trust me, it wasn’t easy.”
Terry shakes his head remembering and then looks up with a smile.
”But the SECOND I defeated Level One, the SECOND that hand slapped down for a three count, the second the Undisputed Champion beat the World Champion, Asylum proved once and for all to be the flagship program for APW! I DID THAT! So for all those who doubt it, regardless of who’s name is on it, Asylum is MY SHOW! And this new version of Asylum will be a thing of beauty.”
Terry then scowls like the hog shit smell has somehow found his way out to him.
”But my opponents this week, my opponents that were forced upon me by the new Fuehrer of Asylum, represent the physical manifestation of everything the old Asylum used to be… Everything that makes me nauseous to my stomach! They’re two disrespectful little hoodlums that make a life out of jokes about fecal matter, running rampant backstage with pranks so childish that the only ones EVER laughing are themselves, and of course grotesque sexual relations with midgets. The last one of course is merely a rumor, but given the gutter trash involved, likely quite true!
And that’s exactly what Jason Kash and Johnny Knuckles are… pure and simple TRASH that needs to be taken away and incinerated at long last! Oh and before you correct me, I will now and forever call that man who thinks that adding a mask and changing his name could erase the stench of failure that clings to him, Johnny Knuckles. Somebody watches too many sci-fi series and I will not defile the good name of Joss Weeden by calling you that which you BLATENTLY ripped off from one of the greatest and most underrated shows to ever hit the airwaves. However, there are some similarities between the two of you and the epic that was “FireFly”… Foul Play will also be cancelled WAY before it’s time!”
Terry smiles a cocky and arrogant smile as he winks at the camera.
”Now Knuckles, your career here hasn’t been the stuff of legends exactly has it. Often you’re a joke, a punch line thrown around the locker room when complete and utter futility is the subject of conversation. But there’s a quality about you, something that I can’t quite put my finger on, that causes your name to be on the very tip of everyone’s tongues when they discuss the major players on Asylum. And most of that has to do with your ridiculous amount of toughness and resiliency. You take the worst that everyone in this business has and you continue to bounce back from utter and absolute destruction. It’s the reason I respect you inside that ring Knuckles… regardless of how I feel about you outside of it.
But don’t mistake respect for admiration because personally I think you’re about as usefull as a giant sack of MAGGOTS! You rode your #4 placement in Survive and Conquer to more opportunities than a under achieving meat sack like you should ever receive. Don’t get me wrong, I’m sure you can give a beating just as well as you can take one in that ring, but you’ve pissed away EVERY single chance you’ve gotten… and you’re gonna do the same damn thing this week when you have a chance to face down the Undisputed Champion, a chance to put me in my place!
But I’m unlike anything you’ve ever seen Knuckles! I’m not Sally Talfourd! I’m not Anthony Bailey. I’m not Jason Fucking Kash. I’m a breed that Asylum has been lacking since its inception. I am GOD’S GIFT TO WRESTLING and I am the reason people flip to the food channel every two fucking weeks PRAYING that I make an appearance to give their life some sense of worth! You’re some silly little girl with a dream of reaching that giant mansion filled with fame and glory! Bring that kind of attitude into this match Knuckles and I’ll make you regret you’re pathetic decision to reach for that which you don’t deserve. I’ve bested Keaton Saint! I’ve bested Level One… do you honestly think YOU are going to cause me to lose sleep Knuckles?
I know you’ve lost your damn mind, but that’s a whole new level of crazy! But when you’re laying at my feet, unable to move, unable to do a damn thing but look up at the lights and wonder what the hell went wrong. I’m gonna beat the stupid right out of you Knuckles and force you to get REAL! And trust me, you’ll thank me for it!”
Terry smiles as he passes another hog pen where a giant Hog who’s missing one of it’s tusks. He is squatting down in his pen taking a giant crap.
”OH! Would you look at that. I was about to start talking about the one and only Jason Kash and there he is right in front of me. KASH!!!”
Terry waves over and the hog just looks up at him, finishes his business and walks away. Terry puts his hand to his mouth as if he just made a big mistake.
”So sorry for the confusion, but you gotta admit that the resemblance is uncanny! Perhaps the hog is a bit prettier, but that’s really semantics right now isn’t it. So here we are in the season of JASON, and I get the one and only Kash. Is this gonna be your upswing or another downslide? Didn’t think I paid attention Jason? Thought I was too good to follow lowly folks over here on Asylum? You’ll soon find that I don’t take any match, any challenge for granted, not even you. Truth is, I’ve been dying to step in the ring with you Kash to see what all the hype is there. After all, a two time World Heavyweight Champion like you should certainly push me fully to my limits right?
The last few months I’ve been preaching respect… no matter what having respect in that match. I showed it to Keaton when I beat him, earned it from TJ when I beat him, and Shook the hand of the man who made my life a living hell when I beat Level One. But you Jason… you don’t respect anyone or anything. Hell, you don’t even respect your “retarded” tag team partner, the man you’re supposed to have the back of this week. And people like that annoy the hell out of me Kash and drive me to make damn sure that they walk out of a match with me with nothing but respect for the GREATEST THING TO EVER HAPPEN TO WRESTLING. I will beat you and punish you and battle you until you have no choice Jason. That is unless you’re years and years of partaking in that wacky wacky weed have fried your brain leaving you incapable of doing the right thing.
This week, you goofy looking bastard, the world will get their dreams come true when we face off for the first time in that ring… EVER! Bring the man who went toe to toe with Sally Talfourd, the guy who took the suicide title off of Michael Callahan, and the guy who just whipped the shit out of Michael Lively, cause then the world will be satisfied at the spectacle they witness. However, if you bring the ignorant fool who let Anthony Bailey walk all over him like some ignorant bitch, the jackass who’s glorious flame out of a love fest with KJE made millions change the channel, or the guy who carries Knuckles around like some sort of crutch allowing the world to see you side by side so you don’t look like a candy ass chucklefuck in comparison….I will EMBARRASS you to the point where you’ll never show that toothless grin of yours around APW EVER again!
I know I’m your superior Jason Kash…deep down you know it too. That’s why the sarcastic comments on Twitter, the self deprecating attitude. IT all comes from a semblance of truth… but at least take your ass whooping with some semblance of integrity and for once in your pathetic life… have a small bit of PRIDE!”
Terry smiles as he passes by the pen and comes to another where A hog is just constantly running into the fence, bashing his head against a post over and over and over. He shakes off each blow and does it again. Terry laughs out loud looking at this.
”HAH! A moronic animal constantly beating the same thing over and over till perhaps it’ll sink in. Nothing else I can say would describe Stefan Raab more than that. I get it Raab… I get wanting to stack the deck in your favor and get the TOP megastar in the world on your side. But if you think that shanghaiing me and shoving me into this match is a way to get me to help you out, you’ve been drinking too much shitty German beer again. I don’t give a shit about your little bitch fest you have with Knuckles. If you’re planning on me making you look good, then Don’t bother fucking showing up. I’ll lead us to victory because THAT IS WHAT I DO! Don’t get me wrong though, I don’t like you Stefan. And if you piss me off, I’ll walk away and leave your ass to the wolves. ”
Terry walks past the pen and finally gets out into open country before turning and looking at the camera.
”To be honest with you Foul Play… I don’t have a DAMN thing against you. In fact, the only reason I’m going to bust my ass to crack your skulls is because that’s WHAT I DO when I step in this ring, and I don’t back down for any reason. HELL after the match if you want to rip Raab apart piece by bloody piece… go for it, I may even join in. But until then… your asses are mine.
I’ll carry dead weight to victory.
I’ll clean up the Foul ones.
I’ll prove why I am the pinnacle of this business, why I am the UNDISPUTED CHAMPION, and why my reign is nearing ONE FUCKING YEAR!
Get ready JK incorporated…yes I named you two rectal repositories…Cause the Season of JASON collides with the Summer of Showtime. And I think we all know that outcome.
See you soon fellas….
ITS SHOWTIME!”
Scene fades to black.
