Post by Twister on Oct 26, 2008 18:26:35 GMT -4
Pressure... To understand it is... difficult by anyones standards. Need an example of what I mean, look at Doctor Phate... He was finally taken to the limit... Finally pushed to that edge and what happened? Well lets face it its not like he was mentally stable to begin with. He snapped. Lost control of himself, and dissappeared. The pressure of being in the biggest match of his career one on one against a legend, pushed him to the brink... Remember the quote there - One on One. So where does that leave our current champion... A man who when having spoke to him lately has seemed a bit off as is... Now he's placed, while not in an unfamiliar situation... certainly for a man who's claim has been to save the APW from themselves is placed into a not so easy situation.
The Elimination Chamber. A match that to be kind shortens careers. A match that can shape a federation. A match where the cream of the crop comes together to make their mark in that match, in the federation, in history. Everyone involved in the match from the participants, even to the ref, maybe in this match especially the ref will play such a huge role in shaping the APW. Shaping the biggest match in the feds history. Maybe the biggest match in these mens and Spirits history... Maybe. Look at the names, look at the skills, look at all the championships that have run through the hands of the people involved. They all know whats at stake. Maybe none as much as the world champion. But for a man who said all along he didnt care about a championship, then with in the month held two of them... Who is to judge what may well be going through his head.
Our cameras catch our champion in the video room... a good 8 to 10 screens surround the champion. Five are flickering images on them our camera pans in and shows more clearly that the five challengers seem highlighted on each respective screen. The camera pans around and shows our champion sitting alertly in a black backed chair, he is dressed casual. A pair of jeans for his legs just covering the sneakers on beneath. A thinly threaded long sleeved shirt hugs his muscular torso snugly then loosens slightly near the wrist. The only way you'd know this to be Twister, besides they look alike would be the trademark sunglasses covering his eyes. The very tool he uses that makes it so hard to ever judge what is running through his mind. Intentional? Maybe. Maybe just another way for Twister to shelter himself from the world... or the world from him? Our champion as if to acknowledge the cameras with out diverting his attention from the flickering monitors in front of him. In his hand he holds a remote which he is using to wind through various tapes.
He never has been one to accept my success... Everywhere I go, everything I do he just throws out obstacle after obstacle in front of me. He watched me run through the competition and collect more gold than any other singles combatant in APW history. So he throws the biggest man he can in front of me, and I downed him too. He must feel defeated... So to punish me, this heinous structure... The Elimination Chamber. A prision designed to inflict mass amounts of pain on the persons placed in them... This is what you came up with eh Jeff... To try to regain control. You couldn't accept that I came in and made this company of yours better. That I am the reason we're still afloat. It wasn't your pet Dr. Phate... The man who took his ball and went home leaving you to dry. Who carried you Jeff... Who carried this company. Not the great choke artist Kenny Lambardo... It was me Jeff... I bailed you out time after time after time... This is how you thank me?
Twister repositions himself in his chair and focuses in on a couple screens. We see Jason Ricochet hitting his trademark sensation slam on John Green in his qualifying match.
Who the hell is this guy... So what he comes in and beat John Green... EVERYONE beats John Green. How the hell that guy was ever a champion is beyond me... Oh wait cause I wasnt here to stop him... Yeah thats right. So this guy essentially got a bye into the chamber... But he did win the six man tag didnt he... Hit the same slam on Link... Putting him out for a three count... Well ok a little bit of help with a supernova of one Spirit but... He's got another thing coming if he thinks he's goinna throw me around like that. We'll see just how sensational this guy is.
Twister clicks off the monitor which housed Jason and seems to focus on the afore mentioned Spirit. The clips show the damned dame flying off the turnbuckle hitting the super nova on Link, then he fast forwards through showing her in some more hardcore clips, leaping off the Twis-tah-tron and such. He smirks as he reminices.
Spirit... Fuck there's nothing she wont do... This will work to her demise. She's going to go to the well one to many times and SPLAT... Times up for the clockwork paladin. Shouldnt have come back Spirit. Shouldnt have fought so hard to get into this match.
Twister stops momentarily as he watches Spirit and Kristina exploding in their Japanesse Death Match.
Its official she's nuts. There in poses a threat though... Why not necessarily cause she's better, but because she'll just kill everyone in her way to losing.
Twister clicks off the video feed of Spirit and turns slightly to the man known as Link. Insert various video game joke here, lets face it there is nothing about him that looks pixelated. The feed shows Link manuvering so that Jason Royce knocks out his partner THK then Link drills him with the missing link. Twister puts his head down for a moment then looks up again...
Geez, looks a lot like the not so sensational slam... Hmm... Still Links been around the block while I haven't seen a lot of him... I'm sure he knows what he's getting himself into. You seem to be awfully demanding Link. You need to save the APW you've said. Check yourself son... Thats why I came here... We're saved... They're all saved, after sunday, even you will be saved Link. I will save you... by doing exactly what I claim I will and that is making sure the right man walks away the champion. No not you.
Twister clicks off the video leaving just three monitors going. He turns to watch Dr. Matt planting a defensless Arcadia with the doctors orders. He runs through the tape and shows Dr. Matt nailing his own partner Sabur with a saw bone stunner. Twister scoffs in disgust.
Matt Matt Matt... A man who has made a career off finding the cheapest most underhanded way to pick up victories... But there in is what makes you so dangerous hmm... Your so underhanded, so classless... Shit I mean it isnt your fault, your probably drunk when you get into the ring so maybe even you just dont know what your doing. Lets face it though you do what you want, when you want, scarily enough your pretty damn good at doing it. Your gonna come out in this chamber, probably sit back and watch for as long as someone will let you, then when the right second strikes... Boom, you'll get someone from behind and plant em. Seems about right. I know your style Matt... Lets face it this gold is what you want, but it's mine Matt... I worked to get here... I busted my ass to make it this far, what did you do... Got everyone else to do your dirty work for you and couldnt even get it right when placed in a six man tag match, you spun around and knocked out your own partner. Stay home Matt... Let the booze do the right thing for you and just stay home in varying states of inibriation.
Twister clicks off the screen leaving just two flickering in the room which gets darker with every screen that clicks off. He focuses on one of Sabur, drilling Jake Ruby to the mat with an Irish Car Bomb. Twister smirks as the Irish Hammer drives him to the mat with a House of Pain.
Sabur. Mooo. Its mildly amusing that you keep coming back for more, it really is. Why Sabur, why can't you just accept your status as mid carder. Go beat up THK, or Jason Royce... Oh wait you cant beat them either... Hmm... Maybe we'll hook you up with John Green after the show and you can win a match for a change. Sabur your as strong as anyone in this match... Everyone knows that. Thing is you really are your own worst enemy arent you. You try to main event, to hang with the big boys, but you haven't won anything you've been involved in yet. Sabur remember this road trip. Remember your visit to Japan as the day you finally crashed down to earth cause when we get back to North America you will indeed be back in your role as opener. Hopefully you can continue to win then Sabur, I mean after all I'll be too busy celebrating my championship reign to come out and bail you out again.
Twister clicks off the monitor and sits back and focuses on the final one. This one shows Kristina Blackwell, not an in ring clip though it seems more to be of her in her dressing room torturing some poor tech guy or delivery guy or something. A smirk etches over Twisters face as he looks on.
Heh... Lucky guy... Fuck she's hot! Twister clicks off the monitor and the camera does the same in the now dark room as Twister can be heard walking out of the room to continue his preperation.
The Elimination Chamber. A match that to be kind shortens careers. A match that can shape a federation. A match where the cream of the crop comes together to make their mark in that match, in the federation, in history. Everyone involved in the match from the participants, even to the ref, maybe in this match especially the ref will play such a huge role in shaping the APW. Shaping the biggest match in the feds history. Maybe the biggest match in these mens and Spirits history... Maybe. Look at the names, look at the skills, look at all the championships that have run through the hands of the people involved. They all know whats at stake. Maybe none as much as the world champion. But for a man who said all along he didnt care about a championship, then with in the month held two of them... Who is to judge what may well be going through his head.
Our cameras catch our champion in the video room... a good 8 to 10 screens surround the champion. Five are flickering images on them our camera pans in and shows more clearly that the five challengers seem highlighted on each respective screen. The camera pans around and shows our champion sitting alertly in a black backed chair, he is dressed casual. A pair of jeans for his legs just covering the sneakers on beneath. A thinly threaded long sleeved shirt hugs his muscular torso snugly then loosens slightly near the wrist. The only way you'd know this to be Twister, besides they look alike would be the trademark sunglasses covering his eyes. The very tool he uses that makes it so hard to ever judge what is running through his mind. Intentional? Maybe. Maybe just another way for Twister to shelter himself from the world... or the world from him? Our champion as if to acknowledge the cameras with out diverting his attention from the flickering monitors in front of him. In his hand he holds a remote which he is using to wind through various tapes.
He never has been one to accept my success... Everywhere I go, everything I do he just throws out obstacle after obstacle in front of me. He watched me run through the competition and collect more gold than any other singles combatant in APW history. So he throws the biggest man he can in front of me, and I downed him too. He must feel defeated... So to punish me, this heinous structure... The Elimination Chamber. A prision designed to inflict mass amounts of pain on the persons placed in them... This is what you came up with eh Jeff... To try to regain control. You couldn't accept that I came in and made this company of yours better. That I am the reason we're still afloat. It wasn't your pet Dr. Phate... The man who took his ball and went home leaving you to dry. Who carried you Jeff... Who carried this company. Not the great choke artist Kenny Lambardo... It was me Jeff... I bailed you out time after time after time... This is how you thank me?
Twister repositions himself in his chair and focuses in on a couple screens. We see Jason Ricochet hitting his trademark sensation slam on John Green in his qualifying match.
Who the hell is this guy... So what he comes in and beat John Green... EVERYONE beats John Green. How the hell that guy was ever a champion is beyond me... Oh wait cause I wasnt here to stop him... Yeah thats right. So this guy essentially got a bye into the chamber... But he did win the six man tag didnt he... Hit the same slam on Link... Putting him out for a three count... Well ok a little bit of help with a supernova of one Spirit but... He's got another thing coming if he thinks he's goinna throw me around like that. We'll see just how sensational this guy is.
Twister clicks off the monitor which housed Jason and seems to focus on the afore mentioned Spirit. The clips show the damned dame flying off the turnbuckle hitting the super nova on Link, then he fast forwards through showing her in some more hardcore clips, leaping off the Twis-tah-tron and such. He smirks as he reminices.
Spirit... Fuck there's nothing she wont do... This will work to her demise. She's going to go to the well one to many times and SPLAT... Times up for the clockwork paladin. Shouldnt have come back Spirit. Shouldnt have fought so hard to get into this match.
Twister stops momentarily as he watches Spirit and Kristina exploding in their Japanesse Death Match.
Its official she's nuts. There in poses a threat though... Why not necessarily cause she's better, but because she'll just kill everyone in her way to losing.
Twister clicks off the video feed of Spirit and turns slightly to the man known as Link. Insert various video game joke here, lets face it there is nothing about him that looks pixelated. The feed shows Link manuvering so that Jason Royce knocks out his partner THK then Link drills him with the missing link. Twister puts his head down for a moment then looks up again...
Geez, looks a lot like the not so sensational slam... Hmm... Still Links been around the block while I haven't seen a lot of him... I'm sure he knows what he's getting himself into. You seem to be awfully demanding Link. You need to save the APW you've said. Check yourself son... Thats why I came here... We're saved... They're all saved, after sunday, even you will be saved Link. I will save you... by doing exactly what I claim I will and that is making sure the right man walks away the champion. No not you.
Twister clicks off the video leaving just three monitors going. He turns to watch Dr. Matt planting a defensless Arcadia with the doctors orders. He runs through the tape and shows Dr. Matt nailing his own partner Sabur with a saw bone stunner. Twister scoffs in disgust.
Matt Matt Matt... A man who has made a career off finding the cheapest most underhanded way to pick up victories... But there in is what makes you so dangerous hmm... Your so underhanded, so classless... Shit I mean it isnt your fault, your probably drunk when you get into the ring so maybe even you just dont know what your doing. Lets face it though you do what you want, when you want, scarily enough your pretty damn good at doing it. Your gonna come out in this chamber, probably sit back and watch for as long as someone will let you, then when the right second strikes... Boom, you'll get someone from behind and plant em. Seems about right. I know your style Matt... Lets face it this gold is what you want, but it's mine Matt... I worked to get here... I busted my ass to make it this far, what did you do... Got everyone else to do your dirty work for you and couldnt even get it right when placed in a six man tag match, you spun around and knocked out your own partner. Stay home Matt... Let the booze do the right thing for you and just stay home in varying states of inibriation.
Twister clicks off the screen leaving just two flickering in the room which gets darker with every screen that clicks off. He focuses on one of Sabur, drilling Jake Ruby to the mat with an Irish Car Bomb. Twister smirks as the Irish Hammer drives him to the mat with a House of Pain.
Sabur. Mooo. Its mildly amusing that you keep coming back for more, it really is. Why Sabur, why can't you just accept your status as mid carder. Go beat up THK, or Jason Royce... Oh wait you cant beat them either... Hmm... Maybe we'll hook you up with John Green after the show and you can win a match for a change. Sabur your as strong as anyone in this match... Everyone knows that. Thing is you really are your own worst enemy arent you. You try to main event, to hang with the big boys, but you haven't won anything you've been involved in yet. Sabur remember this road trip. Remember your visit to Japan as the day you finally crashed down to earth cause when we get back to North America you will indeed be back in your role as opener. Hopefully you can continue to win then Sabur, I mean after all I'll be too busy celebrating my championship reign to come out and bail you out again.
Twister clicks off the monitor and sits back and focuses on the final one. This one shows Kristina Blackwell, not an in ring clip though it seems more to be of her in her dressing room torturing some poor tech guy or delivery guy or something. A smirk etches over Twisters face as he looks on.
Heh... Lucky guy... Fuck she's hot! Twister clicks off the monitor and the camera does the same in the now dark room as Twister can be heard walking out of the room to continue his preperation.
