Post by Shadow on Aug 10, 2013 22:21:31 GMT -4
The scene opens on Shadow's bandaged head. Solid impact sounds fill the air. The camera zooms out and pans around behind him. His punching bag shakes a he hammers away with rights and lefts. His titan size fist drills into a picture of Zachariah Blood. He hooks the bag with a shot spinning it as he steps over. On the other side, a picture of Talon. Shadow begins to hammer on the laminated face. He beats it like a redneck beats his wife. Quickly too. Shadow steps the final third of the way around it and decks the one of Parker. Still fueled by the attack and even more pissed at her smug silence, Shadow goes into a rage. The sweat soaks the white wrap around his wound, a rag tied tightly around his leg. Shadow favors the right for now. He's letting his left leg rest for one, just one big boot. He didn't care who it would be but someone was eating foot on Sunday.
His cell phone rang, his other-work line. Shadow didn't stop immediately. He slowed down first. After about fifteen seconds he stopped and turns to the table a few feet behind him. The number wasn't one he recognized.
"Steve here," He answered.
"Steve, it's Isaac." A South African man's voice sounded over the line. "I spotted Slade in Union Kentucky."
"What?" Shadow was stunned. No one has heard from Slade since Rasslemania. "When?"
"This morning, I was in town checking out a ghost in town, he beat me to the job. Everything was taken care of by the time Tamara and I got there."
"You spoke to him?"
"No saw him driving out of town while we were gassing up. We checked in on the ghost, a Woman in White and heard another Fed was asking around. Checked the cemetery and found a grave for some working girl all fresh. He did the job."
"Where was he heading?"
"North on 42, probably toward 71. Who knows where after that. We couldn't catch up to him. Figured we'd let you know."
"Plates?"
"Texas. Old, '83. Tango-Six-Whisky, Sierra-Four Delta. "
"Thank you."
Shadow hung up the phone. Isaac and his wife were good hunters, hell they lived for one another. Shadow Googled Union Kentucky on his phone.
"Only ten hours away," Shadow knew Slade'd be long gone by then. He thought about how Isaac mentioned another fed. He read an article about the strange killings. Both were scum-bag wife beaters. Perfect marks for cheating. Another article. This one from 1985 something about an unexplained meteor over the night sky and a full grown oak tree springing up the next day.
"Well, I'd say that's worth checking out."
Shadow came up with his story, writer for Weekly World News. It was credible enough. While he was in town he could find out anything he could about Slade. Small town like that, finding Slade's hotel room wouldn't take to long. He'd probably booked it for several days, just in case the job had taken longer. He put his smart phone away after saving the information on it. Silently, Shadow turned back to his punching bag. He had to get back into character. Hearing that news was enough to throw him off, it was about the only thing that could. Asylum was tomorrow night. He would go after. Give it a little breathing room, this was much more important.
Shadow thought back to earlier that week. He got the phone call from Raab's Assistant, some snooty weasel who told him that not only was Stefan Raab 'busy' on the next card but he was booking me in opening match in some gauntlet match. Shadow started to go off on the bastard but the dick just hung up. That pissed Shadow off more. His fist shot out again causing the bag to shudder. Shadow couldn't wait for this thing to start.
What the hell did that bitch say to me? Let me correct your statement! Give me the microphone and put me on screen, and you'll be damn entertained; thank you.
Do you know what I love about mercenaries? No matter what I do say or to them, I don't feel bad. No, while I could drone on and on about how, at some point in the match, my size 17 boot gets crammed down someone's throat; I'd much rather entertain the people by telling them exactly what they crave to hear. Real shit talk.
And it's nice to know two jackasses like Sentinel and his slut mouth piece are so uppity too. Damn! And I actually had the nerve to suspect that Neanderthal was the brains of your outfit. I don't know who pissed me off most. Can someone tell me what the hell those two were doing, he was gorilla pressing her? I thought about it all week, think those two sent me an intro to their latest sex tape.
And putting words in my mouth! That bitch hit me with a chair. It wasn't to show "strength or sell preservation." I was fucking bleeding all over the place, you stupid twat. I'll tell you what; let me smash your boyfriend from head to toe like that bitch did me. Leave you bleeding with a bunch of incompetent doctors who actually made my shoulder worse, thank you, and completely ignored my obviously busted up leg. Then HE can come talk to me!
I'm going to kick you ass for that shit.
I don't need to show you how I plan to do it either, You can go back and watch any Meltdown or Overdrive and you'll see why I can back up my word! My wake of destruction speaks for itself. I have always said that Zachariah Blood was Unforgiven's weak link Sentinel carries that team in APW. Just because he is doesn't mean he's earned my respect. As for fear? Aw HELL No! Talon, you're writings checks his ass can't cash.
I think the Gimp should take lessons from Sentinel, lessons in shutting the hell up! I'm still pissed at your disrespect, son. But your performance as a tag partner also looks like crap too. You're the reason Unforgiven as low as it is. Yes, I have been paying attention to Meltdown the past few months. Maybe you should look back a little further.
I think you said I "hasn't been doing shit." Really motherfucker? I went toe to toe with the best on Overdrive, I set the standard for Meltdown. Ignorance won't be bliss for long boy. You partner seems to be the same way. Neither of you have a damn clue. That's alright, I'll shine a little light on the matter later tonight. But there is something I'm going to do right now.
I'm going to Out the two of you right now. Listen, no tag team has TWO female managers. I know, I know, the Sindicate is an exception. Those pricks are just the right amount of douche to need two managers. But you two, with your Zed and Maynard relationship, cannot lie to me! You're wasting money hiring them to make you look straight. Dump one of those ho's already. And use the other bitch, that Twat Talon is as painful to look at as she is to hear. Hell dump both of them, take all my advice and neither of you talk. That would be wonderful.
Do you seriously think I actually expect to walk out of this a winner? I know that someone's got some underhanded tactic they want to pull to screw me over, and they'll do it the first chance they get. Let me make it simple. When this match is over, the three of you will NOT look like winners. I don't care how I do it. Don't patronize me about how you win by fair means. Everyone of you three have pulled some bullshit in the past. That's fine. You want to play dirty, I'll level the playing field. I level all of ya'll.
And if you think it's because of a gauntlet match, hell naw. I live for these things. I'm the man who demanded a handicap match against Envi-Kado, it's tough to stomach but they were a winning tag team. So yeah, gauntlet match. That sounds like fun. It's nice to know I got people lining up for an ass kicking.
Can you believe Stefan Raab has his ASSISTANT call me and tell me that's what was going down this week. That Gerry -bitch can't call me himself? I don't care if he's in prison. Don't he get one phone call or something? Has to have his ASSISTANT call me? What does have more important than me this week, I'll tell you. Main Event Suicide Title match! Cause he earned that! Bull shit.
Hey Raab, if you're listening. It is not Raab' A-Mania, it's ASYLUM!
Oh, and as for calling me "Curtain Jerker," Man I live for opening matches! You cannot insult me! Sunday night we're starting off with a healthy dose of Whoop-Ass. Stefan Raab, you can hide in prison all you want. You are not safe there. And nice job having your boy tell me exactly where you're going to be on Asylum this week. Those three chuckleheads will not stop me.
Well two chuckleheads, Anyone seen Aubrey J Parker? Just like the champ's girlfriend to be late to the show. Hell she won "Test for the Best." That what she said while she was talking to me backstage, you remember... with that steel chair? She was screaming about how she did all by herself. Now scuttle-bug is that she's saying she "took down the giant" all by herself?
Bitch, I'm still standing. Now, just like always you got to have someone else with you to finish the job. Parker, you make me sick. You're nothing more than a puppet, a weak little puppet who can't face me head on. Just like last time. You think the Gimp and his Rip-Off Rump Rider will wear me down for you? I'm saving something for you.
I don't care what they do. All three of you can lie and cheat your way through our upcoming matches. Just remember I've been in this business a long time. I know every trick in the book. I won't hold back. I intend to tear through everyone. I will get my hands on Aubrey J Parker and I will reply to her message. Now, I don't condone beating women. Then again, I don't consider Aubrey J. Parker to be a woman. But other people do. People like Talon and Sentinel. I got to ask you something AJP. How does it feel to be working with people who think you're weak. Told you that no one here thinks you're any good.
Aubrey, by the way. I got new boots for this match. I'm going to break them in on your face.
This is what I live for. Throw it all at me. I can take it. I will stand against the tyrannical and the oppressors. I will give the fans Asylum back!. That's why I will give it to the crowd when we open the show. I think I'm starting with Sentinel. Hey Talon. Great way to piss off great women of this industry. So you're calling Sally Talford weak? She's taken down Level One! What the hell are your standards? I'm going to show you mine. None of you have any respect. It's coming.
I know I talk a big a game. But the fact Unforgiven has the nerve elevate themselves. And Parker fucking hitting me with a chair. You three earned this ass kicking. On the other hand, I did say hadn't wrestled in two shows. Maybe this is making up for that. No; that is looking at the glass half full. I like the idea of your war Raab. Let's get that glass over flowing.
Tonight I have no limitations. This on my head, my jacked up shoulder or my banged up leg: I refuse to feel any of them. Test me for steroids if you want. This is pure power. This is what Sentinel wishes he was. That rhinoceros will not stop me. Talon you and the rest of this world are going to witness two opposing forces clashing. This is going to be cosmic. If the ring is left standing after the first punch, it won't be after the match is over.
Then comes Blood. Well there will be blood in the first match, but you know what I mean.
Zachariah Blood, the weak link of Unforgiven is going to try and do something his partner couldn't. Because THAT will work. Maybe he think's Sentinel will wear me down enough to make a difference. Sure ,I might have broke a sweat on your boy. Doesn't change a damn thing. Son, you haven't been paying attention to shit, just another guy who writes me off. You never should have opened your mouth, smart ass.
"Big Hoss?" Fuck you.
The only one of you who actually knows what you're dealing with is Parker. Every time she takes me on, there is a steel chair involved. Let see what you got. I waiting. Hell I've been waiting for this for a long time. There is no one to save you tonight. I'll be waiting for your BFF Logan Alexander and your boyfriend Terry Marvin to show up and rescue you from utter annihilation. I know you have something up your sleeve, and you'll probably try it. But I'll be damned if I don't make you suffer for it. No matter what your guard dogs do tonight, you will take your punishment. It's long over due Parker.
And Aubrey, I know I talk a lot of shit about you being a whore. So I'm going to say some more. You dirty bitch, It's payback time! I will not disappoint! A chokeslam is coming too! Right to Hell. Don't worry I'll pull you back out. Because your punishment is just beginning. So go on and take your time getting to the arena. Keep on thinking that Unforgiven is going to handle me before I get to you. Fell safe. Just like Raab. Won't save you. No one is safe. Tonight you will find out why.
His cell phone rang, his other-work line. Shadow didn't stop immediately. He slowed down first. After about fifteen seconds he stopped and turns to the table a few feet behind him. The number wasn't one he recognized.
"Steve here," He answered.
"Steve, it's Isaac." A South African man's voice sounded over the line. "I spotted Slade in Union Kentucky."
"What?" Shadow was stunned. No one has heard from Slade since Rasslemania. "When?"
"This morning, I was in town checking out a ghost in town, he beat me to the job. Everything was taken care of by the time Tamara and I got there."
"You spoke to him?"
"No saw him driving out of town while we were gassing up. We checked in on the ghost, a Woman in White and heard another Fed was asking around. Checked the cemetery and found a grave for some working girl all fresh. He did the job."
"Where was he heading?"
"North on 42, probably toward 71. Who knows where after that. We couldn't catch up to him. Figured we'd let you know."
"Plates?"
"Texas. Old, '83. Tango-Six-Whisky, Sierra-Four Delta. "
"Thank you."
Shadow hung up the phone. Isaac and his wife were good hunters, hell they lived for one another. Shadow Googled Union Kentucky on his phone.
"Only ten hours away," Shadow knew Slade'd be long gone by then. He thought about how Isaac mentioned another fed. He read an article about the strange killings. Both were scum-bag wife beaters. Perfect marks for cheating. Another article. This one from 1985 something about an unexplained meteor over the night sky and a full grown oak tree springing up the next day.
"Well, I'd say that's worth checking out."
Shadow came up with his story, writer for Weekly World News. It was credible enough. While he was in town he could find out anything he could about Slade. Small town like that, finding Slade's hotel room wouldn't take to long. He'd probably booked it for several days, just in case the job had taken longer. He put his smart phone away after saving the information on it. Silently, Shadow turned back to his punching bag. He had to get back into character. Hearing that news was enough to throw him off, it was about the only thing that could. Asylum was tomorrow night. He would go after. Give it a little breathing room, this was much more important.
Shadow thought back to earlier that week. He got the phone call from Raab's Assistant, some snooty weasel who told him that not only was Stefan Raab 'busy' on the next card but he was booking me in opening match in some gauntlet match. Shadow started to go off on the bastard but the dick just hung up. That pissed Shadow off more. His fist shot out again causing the bag to shudder. Shadow couldn't wait for this thing to start.
What the hell did that bitch say to me? Let me correct your statement! Give me the microphone and put me on screen, and you'll be damn entertained; thank you.
Do you know what I love about mercenaries? No matter what I do say or to them, I don't feel bad. No, while I could drone on and on about how, at some point in the match, my size 17 boot gets crammed down someone's throat; I'd much rather entertain the people by telling them exactly what they crave to hear. Real shit talk.
And it's nice to know two jackasses like Sentinel and his slut mouth piece are so uppity too. Damn! And I actually had the nerve to suspect that Neanderthal was the brains of your outfit. I don't know who pissed me off most. Can someone tell me what the hell those two were doing, he was gorilla pressing her? I thought about it all week, think those two sent me an intro to their latest sex tape.
And putting words in my mouth! That bitch hit me with a chair. It wasn't to show "strength or sell preservation." I was fucking bleeding all over the place, you stupid twat. I'll tell you what; let me smash your boyfriend from head to toe like that bitch did me. Leave you bleeding with a bunch of incompetent doctors who actually made my shoulder worse, thank you, and completely ignored my obviously busted up leg. Then HE can come talk to me!
I'm going to kick you ass for that shit.
I don't need to show you how I plan to do it either, You can go back and watch any Meltdown or Overdrive and you'll see why I can back up my word! My wake of destruction speaks for itself. I have always said that Zachariah Blood was Unforgiven's weak link Sentinel carries that team in APW. Just because he is doesn't mean he's earned my respect. As for fear? Aw HELL No! Talon, you're writings checks his ass can't cash.
I think the Gimp should take lessons from Sentinel, lessons in shutting the hell up! I'm still pissed at your disrespect, son. But your performance as a tag partner also looks like crap too. You're the reason Unforgiven as low as it is. Yes, I have been paying attention to Meltdown the past few months. Maybe you should look back a little further.
I think you said I "hasn't been doing shit." Really motherfucker? I went toe to toe with the best on Overdrive, I set the standard for Meltdown. Ignorance won't be bliss for long boy. You partner seems to be the same way. Neither of you have a damn clue. That's alright, I'll shine a little light on the matter later tonight. But there is something I'm going to do right now.
I'm going to Out the two of you right now. Listen, no tag team has TWO female managers. I know, I know, the Sindicate is an exception. Those pricks are just the right amount of douche to need two managers. But you two, with your Zed and Maynard relationship, cannot lie to me! You're wasting money hiring them to make you look straight. Dump one of those ho's already. And use the other bitch, that Twat Talon is as painful to look at as she is to hear. Hell dump both of them, take all my advice and neither of you talk. That would be wonderful.
Do you seriously think I actually expect to walk out of this a winner? I know that someone's got some underhanded tactic they want to pull to screw me over, and they'll do it the first chance they get. Let me make it simple. When this match is over, the three of you will NOT look like winners. I don't care how I do it. Don't patronize me about how you win by fair means. Everyone of you three have pulled some bullshit in the past. That's fine. You want to play dirty, I'll level the playing field. I level all of ya'll.
And if you think it's because of a gauntlet match, hell naw. I live for these things. I'm the man who demanded a handicap match against Envi-Kado, it's tough to stomach but they were a winning tag team. So yeah, gauntlet match. That sounds like fun. It's nice to know I got people lining up for an ass kicking.
Can you believe Stefan Raab has his ASSISTANT call me and tell me that's what was going down this week. That Gerry -bitch can't call me himself? I don't care if he's in prison. Don't he get one phone call or something? Has to have his ASSISTANT call me? What does have more important than me this week, I'll tell you. Main Event Suicide Title match! Cause he earned that! Bull shit.
Hey Raab, if you're listening. It is not Raab' A-Mania, it's ASYLUM!
Oh, and as for calling me "Curtain Jerker," Man I live for opening matches! You cannot insult me! Sunday night we're starting off with a healthy dose of Whoop-Ass. Stefan Raab, you can hide in prison all you want. You are not safe there. And nice job having your boy tell me exactly where you're going to be on Asylum this week. Those three chuckleheads will not stop me.
Well two chuckleheads, Anyone seen Aubrey J Parker? Just like the champ's girlfriend to be late to the show. Hell she won "Test for the Best." That what she said while she was talking to me backstage, you remember... with that steel chair? She was screaming about how she did all by herself. Now scuttle-bug is that she's saying she "took down the giant" all by herself?
Bitch, I'm still standing. Now, just like always you got to have someone else with you to finish the job. Parker, you make me sick. You're nothing more than a puppet, a weak little puppet who can't face me head on. Just like last time. You think the Gimp and his Rip-Off Rump Rider will wear me down for you? I'm saving something for you.
I don't care what they do. All three of you can lie and cheat your way through our upcoming matches. Just remember I've been in this business a long time. I know every trick in the book. I won't hold back. I intend to tear through everyone. I will get my hands on Aubrey J Parker and I will reply to her message. Now, I don't condone beating women. Then again, I don't consider Aubrey J. Parker to be a woman. But other people do. People like Talon and Sentinel. I got to ask you something AJP. How does it feel to be working with people who think you're weak. Told you that no one here thinks you're any good.
Aubrey, by the way. I got new boots for this match. I'm going to break them in on your face.
This is what I live for. Throw it all at me. I can take it. I will stand against the tyrannical and the oppressors. I will give the fans Asylum back!. That's why I will give it to the crowd when we open the show. I think I'm starting with Sentinel. Hey Talon. Great way to piss off great women of this industry. So you're calling Sally Talford weak? She's taken down Level One! What the hell are your standards? I'm going to show you mine. None of you have any respect. It's coming.
I know I talk a big a game. But the fact Unforgiven has the nerve elevate themselves. And Parker fucking hitting me with a chair. You three earned this ass kicking. On the other hand, I did say hadn't wrestled in two shows. Maybe this is making up for that. No; that is looking at the glass half full. I like the idea of your war Raab. Let's get that glass over flowing.
Tonight I have no limitations. This on my head, my jacked up shoulder or my banged up leg: I refuse to feel any of them. Test me for steroids if you want. This is pure power. This is what Sentinel wishes he was. That rhinoceros will not stop me. Talon you and the rest of this world are going to witness two opposing forces clashing. This is going to be cosmic. If the ring is left standing after the first punch, it won't be after the match is over.
Then comes Blood. Well there will be blood in the first match, but you know what I mean.
Zachariah Blood, the weak link of Unforgiven is going to try and do something his partner couldn't. Because THAT will work. Maybe he think's Sentinel will wear me down enough to make a difference. Sure ,I might have broke a sweat on your boy. Doesn't change a damn thing. Son, you haven't been paying attention to shit, just another guy who writes me off. You never should have opened your mouth, smart ass.
"Big Hoss?" Fuck you.
The only one of you who actually knows what you're dealing with is Parker. Every time she takes me on, there is a steel chair involved. Let see what you got. I waiting. Hell I've been waiting for this for a long time. There is no one to save you tonight. I'll be waiting for your BFF Logan Alexander and your boyfriend Terry Marvin to show up and rescue you from utter annihilation. I know you have something up your sleeve, and you'll probably try it. But I'll be damned if I don't make you suffer for it. No matter what your guard dogs do tonight, you will take your punishment. It's long over due Parker.
And Aubrey, I know I talk a lot of shit about you being a whore. So I'm going to say some more. You dirty bitch, It's payback time! I will not disappoint! A chokeslam is coming too! Right to Hell. Don't worry I'll pull you back out. Because your punishment is just beginning. So go on and take your time getting to the arena. Keep on thinking that Unforgiven is going to handle me before I get to you. Fell safe. Just like Raab. Won't save you. No one is safe. Tonight you will find out why.
