Post by Twister on Oct 26, 2008 22:14:15 GMT -4
A foreign country, strange land, weird looking people, short people at that, but through it all your looked up to as an icon. People you've never seen before, will likely never see again, who can barely pronounce your name, throw themselves at your feet. Be it for a picture, an autograph, maybe just the opportunity to confuse the hell out of you with their strange language of speech or at best their broken engerwish... ahem... English. Bottom line is when you are in the public spotlight people flock to you, wether your in your comfort zone or... well not so much.
Tick Tock. Seems the more pressure is on you the faster the time approaches for your turn to perform. Coming into an unpredictable event like an Elimination Chamber especially the pressure is turned up like ten notches. But, comes with the territory. Japan seems to thrive to events like these too. Millions of fans pour into the territory, desperate to catch a glimpse of the superstars as they prepare for their match.
Our scene opens up in down town Tokyo. The heart of the city, hell probably of the country. A massive group has gathered around a Dance Dance Revolution machine, doesnt seem like a huge thing to us but out here... Its epic. Cameras trying to absorb in the culture zoom through the crowd and see none other than Jason 'The Sensation' Riccochet and 'Spirit' Tara Jacobs dueling eachother. Yeah I know we couldnt believe it either. As the pair battle to keep their legs moving in tune to the arrows and the group grows larger, our World Champion Twister walks up beside the cameras.
Hey whats going on he... What the hell!?!
Twister finally looks towards the stage and sees Jason and Spirit dancing up there.
Oh man... You gotta be kidding me. See this is why neither of these two will be World Champion material.
This statement, as you might expect, drew a reaction from the cameras who panned out to show as best they could Twister talking and still keep an eye on Spirit and Jason dancing the night away.
See we're here on the heels of the biggest match of probably any of our lives, and here we have a chick whos been there before in Spirit, and a guy who beyond a doubt has no idea what he's getting himself into. Spirit I'm disappointed in, usually one to close herself in at game time, just seems to have thrown caution to the wind. Jason, I cant say I know a lot about his preperation, nor do I need to... and you know why, because I have this.
Twister opens the black jacket he has on and shows just a glimmer of the APW championship that he has around his waist.
This in itself says I know what it takes to be here, I know what I have to do to prepare and I will do it. That being said, I could understand why everyones out and about tonight... I mean hell we're in Tokyo Japan. This could well be a once in a life time opportunity for some of us.
Twister seems to ease off and the camera zooms back in on Tara and Jason. They are obviously performing in a marathon event, meaning the first to screw up epically will likely be the loser. Both combatants seem to be fatiguing and Tara leans back on the rails and lets her feet keep dancing... We assumed it was of fatigue... We'd be wrong. Tara lets one of her feet... slip... over and into the feet of Jason. Jason gets all tangled up and goes flying head first off the dance pad and tumbles to the ground. Spirit finishes off a quick dance number before the screen changes and shows her as the winner. Jason sits up on the ground to the side of the stage as Spirit celebrates, a look of distain on his face.
Heh... Better save that distain for the match kid. See this works totally to my advantage, why cause a rookie like Jason will remember something like that, use it to ensure he goes after Spirit... Anyone going after someone else, isn't going after me. Win Win.
Twister gets semi interrupted as Spirit walks through the shot brushing shoulders with the champ.
Heh... Sorry... Champ.
Spirit rolls her eyes as Twister's follow her through the crowd.
Boy she's a...
BITCH!
Ricochet bounds into the scene knocking the champion back again before he looks at the camera. He fixes his hair quickly then continues his rant.
Did you see what that bitch did to me... She... I...
Twister grabs Jason by the shoulder and eases him out of the shot somewhat.
Yeah, save it for the match kid... Get back at her when it counts... Now fuck off this is my time.
Jason looks as if he's going to come back with a retort, but judegement truly is the better part of valor sometimes, and he decides against it short of course to say...
That belts gonna be mine Sunday! Its gona be mine!
Save it for the match kid.
By now as you can imagine in addition to these fans gathered around having the honor... Yeah ok we'll say honor of seeing Jason and Tara dance the DDR, but they have now realised that the APW Champion is among them and have as such completely surrounded him and the cameras. Twister acknowledges what has happened here and as such has decided that action is needed.
Well we dont have Streets here to beat up some random fan... You guys didnt bring security did ya...
The camera men shake their heads as Twister sighs discontently.
OK PEOPLE LISTEN UP!
The droves of fans hush down and listen to their champion.
Jason said he's buying a round of sake for all APW fans but you have to follow him there right now!
A buzz travels through the crowd and they rather quickly begin to chase a now running Jason Ricochet through the streets. Twister smirks at the cameras and they immediately rush off the other way down the street.
See... The brains to be in the business, something I have... Something kids like Jason dont. It is what it is...
I WANNA PLAY DDR!
The hell!?
Twister and cameras pan up and see Lil Dick running down the street towards the stage, a rather bulged Sabur following a fair distance behind. His already unimpressed look turns to absolute distain when he sees the smug champion standing before him.
Come on man cow, dont you let your dick out to play more often... Seems it should be easier to control than that.
You have no idea how hard it is to control my little dick.
Twister looks at the camera men then at Sabur who apparently just realised how what he said sounded and his face turns flush.
Your a fuckin pig man, It'll be my pleasure to take that belt off your hands and show APW what a real champion is like.
Yeah, you do that.
The pair slam shoulders into each other spinning off one another neither giving an inch and they each back off down the street away from each other before Sabur runs off to catch his little dick, and Twister returns to speaking with the camera men.
See... Thats why he can't be a champion. Far to concerned with playing with his lil dick than actually focusing in on a match. When your put into a structure like the elimination chamber, or any title scenario you have to ensure your 100% focused. Speaking of... You know I haven't had a drink all week.. Lets hit that place over there and grab a quick sake. You know its not nearly as terrible if you get it cold.
Twister walks into a nearby bar like establishment, as he does so the camera pans back and looks up at the sign. I got no idea what the hell it said but the howling from inside combined with the musical feel of the bar said this had to be a karokee bar. Oh dear. The camers follow Twister in reluctantly and meets him at a table where Twister is standing next to Link. The crew takes a step back fully expecting this to explode. The duo are locked in a stare down as music begins to swell from the stage as a very sour voice begins to sing.
I wake up in the morning, and I raise my weary head, I've got an old coat for a pillow, and the Earth was last nights bed...
The pair look up and see Dr. Matt doing his best impersonation of Jon Bon Jovi's Blaze of Glory.
Fitting.
Hey champ, at least he's pretending to have fun.
Yeah more than any one could pretend to say about you right.
You have no idea where I've been, no idea what I've done.
Nor do I care Link.
The pair lock eyes on each other again the tension filling the room like a london fog. Link looks at the waist of the champ where the title is peeking through his jacket.
Dont worry, you'll find out. That belt will be mine! I'll save you, along with the rest of APW Twisty...
Twister shoves Link off him.
The hell you will.
I'm goin DOOOOOOWWN in a BLAAAAAAZE of GLORY...
The tension dies down enough for Twister to walk away from Link shaking his head.
Fuck me... Lets split guys.
Twister works his way through a crowd Links eyes still locked on the champ as said champion vacates the premises. Finally things quiet down
He's intense... Link I mean. I could respect him if he wasnt very much in the way of what I was here to accomplish. See, call it what you will, I came here to do what was best for APW. I could have believed that Matt would have been a suitable replacement, but look at him... He was obviously smashed out of his mind, and making a public mockery of not only himself but our entire industry. Then Link, a saviour only in his own mind, to sit there and defend it... Clearly they've both lost their minds... Matt I could see, I mean between the drugs and booze, sure, he's not all there... But Link. I guess he's still stuck in the past, because of that is why he will never be the future, or even the present. This has been a convienent little walk hasn't it guys. In this short period of time you have got to see precisely why I must walk out of one night in hell as the APW champi...
Twister, distracted by his discussion with the camera crew walked right into a solid shoulder in front of him. Twister takes a step back and looks ahead and sees none other than Level One standing in front of him. There is a long moment of silence as the champion stares down the very man who could prove to be the undoing of his reign. Talk about a variable, a man who he has never heard of before, but who as per his resume has held every title he's gone after, accomplished everything there is to achieve in this business. We saw them face to face once... Twister standing in the ring at the end of the six man tag, and Level one counting the three count Level one asked if he trusted him and the two men briskly shook hands... But what did it mean.
Sorry One.
Sure...
And that was it... As tense as three words could be exchanged between two people. Twister allowed L1 to pass through the crew and then he continued up down the street the camera keeps panning back watching Level One walk silently away. Twisters expression has dropped significantly knowing, or more importantly, NOT knowing what Level One was going to bring to the table.
He doesnt know... So how can I. I look at it, I dont know who he is... I dont care what he's done... I can only assume he'll call it down the middle... If he doesnt... well... I'll deal with it! Sunday is the day of reckoning... Sunday is the day that will make or break APW. Sunday its the best in the business in that one structure... Sunday will be one night in hell... Sunday, you, Tokyo, The World itself will all... Fear... Twisters... Rage.
The camera zooms in on the APW champion standing tall the belt draped around his waist glimmering in the night light before switching off.
Tick Tock. Seems the more pressure is on you the faster the time approaches for your turn to perform. Coming into an unpredictable event like an Elimination Chamber especially the pressure is turned up like ten notches. But, comes with the territory. Japan seems to thrive to events like these too. Millions of fans pour into the territory, desperate to catch a glimpse of the superstars as they prepare for their match.
Our scene opens up in down town Tokyo. The heart of the city, hell probably of the country. A massive group has gathered around a Dance Dance Revolution machine, doesnt seem like a huge thing to us but out here... Its epic. Cameras trying to absorb in the culture zoom through the crowd and see none other than Jason 'The Sensation' Riccochet and 'Spirit' Tara Jacobs dueling eachother. Yeah I know we couldnt believe it either. As the pair battle to keep their legs moving in tune to the arrows and the group grows larger, our World Champion Twister walks up beside the cameras.
Hey whats going on he... What the hell!?!
Twister finally looks towards the stage and sees Jason and Spirit dancing up there.
Oh man... You gotta be kidding me. See this is why neither of these two will be World Champion material.
This statement, as you might expect, drew a reaction from the cameras who panned out to show as best they could Twister talking and still keep an eye on Spirit and Jason dancing the night away.
See we're here on the heels of the biggest match of probably any of our lives, and here we have a chick whos been there before in Spirit, and a guy who beyond a doubt has no idea what he's getting himself into. Spirit I'm disappointed in, usually one to close herself in at game time, just seems to have thrown caution to the wind. Jason, I cant say I know a lot about his preperation, nor do I need to... and you know why, because I have this.
Twister opens the black jacket he has on and shows just a glimmer of the APW championship that he has around his waist.
This in itself says I know what it takes to be here, I know what I have to do to prepare and I will do it. That being said, I could understand why everyones out and about tonight... I mean hell we're in Tokyo Japan. This could well be a once in a life time opportunity for some of us.
Twister seems to ease off and the camera zooms back in on Tara and Jason. They are obviously performing in a marathon event, meaning the first to screw up epically will likely be the loser. Both combatants seem to be fatiguing and Tara leans back on the rails and lets her feet keep dancing... We assumed it was of fatigue... We'd be wrong. Tara lets one of her feet... slip... over and into the feet of Jason. Jason gets all tangled up and goes flying head first off the dance pad and tumbles to the ground. Spirit finishes off a quick dance number before the screen changes and shows her as the winner. Jason sits up on the ground to the side of the stage as Spirit celebrates, a look of distain on his face.
Heh... Better save that distain for the match kid. See this works totally to my advantage, why cause a rookie like Jason will remember something like that, use it to ensure he goes after Spirit... Anyone going after someone else, isn't going after me. Win Win.
Twister gets semi interrupted as Spirit walks through the shot brushing shoulders with the champ.
Heh... Sorry... Champ.
Spirit rolls her eyes as Twister's follow her through the crowd.
Boy she's a...
BITCH!
Ricochet bounds into the scene knocking the champion back again before he looks at the camera. He fixes his hair quickly then continues his rant.
Did you see what that bitch did to me... She... I...
Twister grabs Jason by the shoulder and eases him out of the shot somewhat.
Yeah, save it for the match kid... Get back at her when it counts... Now fuck off this is my time.
Jason looks as if he's going to come back with a retort, but judegement truly is the better part of valor sometimes, and he decides against it short of course to say...
That belts gonna be mine Sunday! Its gona be mine!
Save it for the match kid.
By now as you can imagine in addition to these fans gathered around having the honor... Yeah ok we'll say honor of seeing Jason and Tara dance the DDR, but they have now realised that the APW Champion is among them and have as such completely surrounded him and the cameras. Twister acknowledges what has happened here and as such has decided that action is needed.
Well we dont have Streets here to beat up some random fan... You guys didnt bring security did ya...
The camera men shake their heads as Twister sighs discontently.
OK PEOPLE LISTEN UP!
The droves of fans hush down and listen to their champion.
Jason said he's buying a round of sake for all APW fans but you have to follow him there right now!
A buzz travels through the crowd and they rather quickly begin to chase a now running Jason Ricochet through the streets. Twister smirks at the cameras and they immediately rush off the other way down the street.
See... The brains to be in the business, something I have... Something kids like Jason dont. It is what it is...
I WANNA PLAY DDR!
The hell!?
Twister and cameras pan up and see Lil Dick running down the street towards the stage, a rather bulged Sabur following a fair distance behind. His already unimpressed look turns to absolute distain when he sees the smug champion standing before him.
Come on man cow, dont you let your dick out to play more often... Seems it should be easier to control than that.
You have no idea how hard it is to control my little dick.
Twister looks at the camera men then at Sabur who apparently just realised how what he said sounded and his face turns flush.
Your a fuckin pig man, It'll be my pleasure to take that belt off your hands and show APW what a real champion is like.
Yeah, you do that.
The pair slam shoulders into each other spinning off one another neither giving an inch and they each back off down the street away from each other before Sabur runs off to catch his little dick, and Twister returns to speaking with the camera men.
See... Thats why he can't be a champion. Far to concerned with playing with his lil dick than actually focusing in on a match. When your put into a structure like the elimination chamber, or any title scenario you have to ensure your 100% focused. Speaking of... You know I haven't had a drink all week.. Lets hit that place over there and grab a quick sake. You know its not nearly as terrible if you get it cold.
Twister walks into a nearby bar like establishment, as he does so the camera pans back and looks up at the sign. I got no idea what the hell it said but the howling from inside combined with the musical feel of the bar said this had to be a karokee bar. Oh dear. The camers follow Twister in reluctantly and meets him at a table where Twister is standing next to Link. The crew takes a step back fully expecting this to explode. The duo are locked in a stare down as music begins to swell from the stage as a very sour voice begins to sing.
I wake up in the morning, and I raise my weary head, I've got an old coat for a pillow, and the Earth was last nights bed...
The pair look up and see Dr. Matt doing his best impersonation of Jon Bon Jovi's Blaze of Glory.
Fitting.
Hey champ, at least he's pretending to have fun.
Yeah more than any one could pretend to say about you right.
You have no idea where I've been, no idea what I've done.
Nor do I care Link.
The pair lock eyes on each other again the tension filling the room like a london fog. Link looks at the waist of the champ where the title is peeking through his jacket.
Dont worry, you'll find out. That belt will be mine! I'll save you, along with the rest of APW Twisty...
Twister shoves Link off him.
The hell you will.
I'm goin DOOOOOOWWN in a BLAAAAAAZE of GLORY...
The tension dies down enough for Twister to walk away from Link shaking his head.
Fuck me... Lets split guys.
Twister works his way through a crowd Links eyes still locked on the champ as said champion vacates the premises. Finally things quiet down
He's intense... Link I mean. I could respect him if he wasnt very much in the way of what I was here to accomplish. See, call it what you will, I came here to do what was best for APW. I could have believed that Matt would have been a suitable replacement, but look at him... He was obviously smashed out of his mind, and making a public mockery of not only himself but our entire industry. Then Link, a saviour only in his own mind, to sit there and defend it... Clearly they've both lost their minds... Matt I could see, I mean between the drugs and booze, sure, he's not all there... But Link. I guess he's still stuck in the past, because of that is why he will never be the future, or even the present. This has been a convienent little walk hasn't it guys. In this short period of time you have got to see precisely why I must walk out of one night in hell as the APW champi...
Twister, distracted by his discussion with the camera crew walked right into a solid shoulder in front of him. Twister takes a step back and looks ahead and sees none other than Level One standing in front of him. There is a long moment of silence as the champion stares down the very man who could prove to be the undoing of his reign. Talk about a variable, a man who he has never heard of before, but who as per his resume has held every title he's gone after, accomplished everything there is to achieve in this business. We saw them face to face once... Twister standing in the ring at the end of the six man tag, and Level one counting the three count Level one asked if he trusted him and the two men briskly shook hands... But what did it mean.
Sorry One.
Sure...
And that was it... As tense as three words could be exchanged between two people. Twister allowed L1 to pass through the crew and then he continued up down the street the camera keeps panning back watching Level One walk silently away. Twisters expression has dropped significantly knowing, or more importantly, NOT knowing what Level One was going to bring to the table.
He doesnt know... So how can I. I look at it, I dont know who he is... I dont care what he's done... I can only assume he'll call it down the middle... If he doesnt... well... I'll deal with it! Sunday is the day of reckoning... Sunday is the day that will make or break APW. Sunday its the best in the business in that one structure... Sunday will be one night in hell... Sunday, you, Tokyo, The World itself will all... Fear... Twisters... Rage.
The camera zooms in on the APW champion standing tall the belt draped around his waist glimmering in the night light before switching off.
