Post by Crusher Crenshaw on Jul 29, 2015 6:33:09 GMT -4
Scene #1:
The beginning of the camera’s recording starts just outside of the Bear Paw Inn in Portland Oregon. Just above four blocks away from the Ross Island Bridge and accompanying Williamette River, you’d be hard pressed to believe the southeast side of this literal port side town was even a part of a larger bustling city. With streets thinner than Chinatown, cracked pavement on either side showing a lack of constructed interest and a bare bones forest green rusted highway exit sign with “O’Briens Bear Paw Inn” scrawled on it, the location looked more like a storage facility than an eatery.
Never the less, the APW production crew approaches the run down dive bar and open the door with a coloration that matches the gaudy green signage. Immediately the smell of stale beer invades the senses, with further offensive odors that one could only assume might be unwashed piss stained walls courtesy of the local homeless. How fitting that there is a sign on the westside wall that says “Home to the Hopeless”.
On that same side the unmistakable frame of “Crusher” Crenshaw could be seen with a view of the back of his head towering over the booth in which he sat. Across from him, surprisingly enough, was his handler Jackson Kaiser. The contrast in scenery to the well kempt and professionally dressed Kaiser was a strange one. His client, however, was dressed in what you could normally assume would be attire fitting of a dockside worker. Grey turtle neck sweatshirt and black nondescript pants.
Based off the information we know of this pairing thus far, it is very strange indeed that they are in public together so cordially in the first place. But they seem to be deep in conversation about something of non-importance until they realize that APW camera’s have arrived, and thus switch their mode of conversation to that of a business related nature.
Jackson Kaiser {~*Voice of the Abyss*~}
My boy, I do hope you realize the horrible predicament you’ve put us in now. You made me look like a fool this past week on Deception with your loss. Do you know why?
Crenshaw nervously circles his thumb around the rim of his coffee, looking up into the eyes of his employer reveals a striking gaze as if he’s staring straight into the face of God. And yet, his response is impressively articulate, completely bereft of the animalistic savagery that we had grown accustomed to in his previous appearances.
Crusher Crenshaw {~*Sentenced To Serve*~}
Because you told me to cripple the girl, and I failed to do so...sir.
Kaiser’s eyebrow cocks up in bemusement. He leans forward as he gently stabs his fork into a plate of wilted looking salad, as he replies.
Jackson Kaiser {~*Voice of the Abyss*~}
That is certainly part of it. But even more so, there was another giant that had a match on that same night. I’m sure you’re not familiar with what I’m talking about. But his name...is Jacob Whitehead. He has a manager too, by the name of Jason Doyle. These men also faced a woman on Deception, and Mr. Whitehead successfully crushed his competition with very little effort. So see if you can follow this, boy. Jason Doyles monster is bigger than you. Jason Doyles monster fought on the same night as you. Jason Doyles monster BEAT his opponent with relative ease. Now tell me, who’s monster seems like they are better poised to take this organization by the throat as THE most menacing force in professional wrestling?
The dark skinned features of Crenshaws visage seem to go into greater shades deeper as his brow furrows in frustration.
Crusher Crenshaw {~*Sentenced To Serve*~}
Are you telling me, I have to beat Jacob Whitehead next week?
The Kaiser Corp CEO scoffs in such a rude fashion that the other middle aged patrons around the place turn their heads to catch a glimpse of what is so offensive.
Jackson Kaiser {~*Voice of the Abyss*~}
Heaven’s NO! I am not nearly so bad of a sports agent that I would throw you into the ring with something that up to this point is so CLEARLY superior to your own abilities! You couldn’t even defeat a woman half your size, let alone someone who towers over even YOU my boy. No...my point here is that as of this moment, Jason Doyle looks like a million bucks. That his brand of action movie monster is actually a threat. While you? Well, you danced around the ring with a pretty little girl for fifteen minutes while she exposed you as nothing but brawn and no brains. So NOW to the POINT! My credibility has taken a hit. Analysts are saying I’ve backed the wrong horse...
Kaiser takes a visibly shaking hand of irritation and grasps at his force again. He brings up a bite of the wilted soggy salad to his mouth and violently consumes it like it were canned spinach. His eyes dart from side to side as he brings his voice to a whisper.
Jackson Kaiser {~*Voice of the Abyss*~}
So...I have taken the liberty of aligning ourselves with a few...well to do financial backers. Whom just so happen to also be prominent APW Mega Stars AND are in need of assistance with the woman who beat you last week. For some God awful reason these men find that you could be of some use to them. So I am loaning you out to the likes of CJ Gates & Buckson Gooch with a generous donation to charitable organizations of their choice to give YOU the distinct honor of being their tag team partner in the Main Event of Deception!
Kaiser finishes his food while clenching his fist in glorious triumph. As if announcing this temporary partnership has become some great boon for the Kaiser Corps. Crenshaw also finishes his own cup of coffee that is completely dwarfed within the palms of the Crusher. He nods his head in what could be assumed was understanding.
Crusher Crenshaw {~*Sentenced To Serve*~}
Understood...I am to assist CJ Gates & Buckson Gooch in crushing Sally Talfourd once and for all...That hardly seems fair.
The handlers eyes darken immediately with a stern look of consternation piercing a hole through the heart of Crenshaw. His clients head shoots back as if he were just stricken with a psionic attack, and Crenshaws left arm begins to shake in response to the death gaze.
Jackson Kaiser {~*Voice of the Abyss*~}
It is not your place to question what tasks are fair and what are imbalanced. You are a CRUSHER. I want you to instill the same kind of terror in every person you come across that you instilled in Darren Harvey upon your debut! ...Regardless, you are correct to some extent. A three on one main event between three giant wrecking machines and one exceptionally talented young lady would not be very exciting at all. At least, that is according to Johnny Rebel and the rest of the APW management. That is why she will be accompanied by arguably the single greatest tag team in APW history, the Dying Breed of Jair Hopkins & Anthony Bailey.
The enormous athlete that was so stunned by a mere gaze of the corporate suit grabbed his shaking arm with another massive palm, and steadied himself. His eyes focused to revert from a look of fear to one of determination.
Crusher Crenshaw {~*Sentenced To Serve*~}
Mr. Gates, Mr. Gooch, and myself. Three gentlemen of incredible size and strength...versus The Dying Breed and the Last Magician...it is like a cadre of David’s & Goliaths.
A devilish lip curl emanates from the face of Jackson. He nods his head in appreciation for the candor of his client.
Jackson Kaiser {~*Voice of the Abyss*~}
Ah, now you are getting it. You know Crenshaw, I’d almost say I like you better without the serum pumping through your veins. But I need results, and it was your pity and sensitive nature that allowed Miss Sally to take advantage of you in the first place. Some may say that you have yet to earn the right to call yourself a goliath alongside the likes of your partners...which is why I want you to take all those doubters and crush them. Envision every single person who’s ever told you that you’re not good enough and place those people within the meat sacks that are Jair Hopkins...Anthony Bailey...and Sally Talfourd. Do this for me, and we may be able to have more afternoons like this together.
The Crusher looks down solemnly, realizing that his few precious hours of freedom are coming to a close. There will be another chamber soon. Another rented out dockside warehouse to house him in. More of that...painful enhancement application. A single tear strolls down the eye of Crenshaw as the scene comes to a close.
Scene #2:
The lights arise from an undisclosed backstage area of the Moda Center in Portland, Oregon. A long black curtain disguises any features that would expose their exact location. But what is unmistakable is that one Crusher Crenshaw is the feature of this backstage promotional video. Pacing back and forth, his hulking chest and shoulders obscure what is otherwise clear to be the same esoteric stygian symbol that adorns the dressing room of the Crusher that was featured on this past episode of Deception.
The brute of a man gnashes his teeth and flails his arms to and fro like a juggernaut smashing walls that are not there. He stares hungrily at the camera facing him as it waits patiently for some sort of words to escape the beasts mouth where thus far there is only gutteral growls and shouts. Finally, something that resembles words are strung together by the creature of chaos.
Crusher Crenshaw {~*Nightmare Unleashed*~}
Sally!!! Witch! Sorceress! Magician! I asked you not to cry...and you made a fool out of me! Laughed at Crenshaw! Yoooouuu deceiver! Usurper! I will do what is within my namesake! THIS time, there is no escape! I will crush you! You will pay for making everyone laugh! YOU WILL PAY! Gheahaaaarrrr!!!!
More thrashing takes place. The monsters head contorts and snaps in circles as he cricks his neck and howls in pain. His hands come up to his bald cranium and clutch onto his temples as he violently jerks himself back to an upright position. After a few moments of awkward breathing, he faces the camera again with that unsettling madness in his eyes.
Crusher Crenshaw {~*Nightmare Unleashed*~}
Jair....Hopkins...one half of the Dying Breed...you know nothing of the term! Ghaah! What it means to be dying. You have no sacrifice! You fly around that ring, you make people happy, you ignore the HELL that is this life! All around you is suffering! I. AM. SUFFERING! You will know what it means to be dying! You will feel that pain! As you fly through the air I will catch you. RIP OFF YOUR WINGS! And I will send you crashing down to reality. MY REALITY! Like a broken angel...you will be a dying breed indeed...
He stops himself...reflecting ever so briefly on the idea of angels. A look of confusion crosses his face as he shakes his head back and forth like a wet dog shaking off condensation. The Crusher blinks several times before coming to his senses to continue his message. Except this time, his tone is eerily calm.
Crusher Crenshaw {~*Nighmare Unleashed*~}
Anthony Bailey...another liar...another who knows no fear. You call yourself the Golden Boy, and it’s no wonder! College educated, well to do parents, always been succesful. Everything you touch turns to gold...your ambitions have never failed...So privileged are you that you’ve been able to turn down nearly six figure employment opportunities just for the sake of “wrestling”. There is one thing I can promise you...Bailey. There will be no restoring of integrity across the ring from me...for your life, your success angers me so...that I would sooner break your jaw than shake your hand! You hear me?! Break it in half!!!
Spittle flies from the mouth of the monster as he finishes that recent statement. The rage returning to his eyes as they bulge nearly popping out of his skull. Veins protruding from his scalp, emanating from his artifiical musculature a rippling mass of hatred and vengeance for slights unseen. Crenshaw screams with the force of a terrifying monstrosity unheard of to normal human ears, as the scene quickly comes to a close before any further possible damage could be incurred. Woe betide those expected to be across the ring from this raging madman.
The beginning of the camera’s recording starts just outside of the Bear Paw Inn in Portland Oregon. Just above four blocks away from the Ross Island Bridge and accompanying Williamette River, you’d be hard pressed to believe the southeast side of this literal port side town was even a part of a larger bustling city. With streets thinner than Chinatown, cracked pavement on either side showing a lack of constructed interest and a bare bones forest green rusted highway exit sign with “O’Briens Bear Paw Inn” scrawled on it, the location looked more like a storage facility than an eatery.
Never the less, the APW production crew approaches the run down dive bar and open the door with a coloration that matches the gaudy green signage. Immediately the smell of stale beer invades the senses, with further offensive odors that one could only assume might be unwashed piss stained walls courtesy of the local homeless. How fitting that there is a sign on the westside wall that says “Home to the Hopeless”.
On that same side the unmistakable frame of “Crusher” Crenshaw could be seen with a view of the back of his head towering over the booth in which he sat. Across from him, surprisingly enough, was his handler Jackson Kaiser. The contrast in scenery to the well kempt and professionally dressed Kaiser was a strange one. His client, however, was dressed in what you could normally assume would be attire fitting of a dockside worker. Grey turtle neck sweatshirt and black nondescript pants.
Based off the information we know of this pairing thus far, it is very strange indeed that they are in public together so cordially in the first place. But they seem to be deep in conversation about something of non-importance until they realize that APW camera’s have arrived, and thus switch their mode of conversation to that of a business related nature.
Jackson Kaiser {~*Voice of the Abyss*~}
My boy, I do hope you realize the horrible predicament you’ve put us in now. You made me look like a fool this past week on Deception with your loss. Do you know why?
Crenshaw nervously circles his thumb around the rim of his coffee, looking up into the eyes of his employer reveals a striking gaze as if he’s staring straight into the face of God. And yet, his response is impressively articulate, completely bereft of the animalistic savagery that we had grown accustomed to in his previous appearances.
Crusher Crenshaw {~*Sentenced To Serve*~}
Because you told me to cripple the girl, and I failed to do so...sir.
Kaiser’s eyebrow cocks up in bemusement. He leans forward as he gently stabs his fork into a plate of wilted looking salad, as he replies.
Jackson Kaiser {~*Voice of the Abyss*~}
That is certainly part of it. But even more so, there was another giant that had a match on that same night. I’m sure you’re not familiar with what I’m talking about. But his name...is Jacob Whitehead. He has a manager too, by the name of Jason Doyle. These men also faced a woman on Deception, and Mr. Whitehead successfully crushed his competition with very little effort. So see if you can follow this, boy. Jason Doyles monster is bigger than you. Jason Doyles monster fought on the same night as you. Jason Doyles monster BEAT his opponent with relative ease. Now tell me, who’s monster seems like they are better poised to take this organization by the throat as THE most menacing force in professional wrestling?
The dark skinned features of Crenshaws visage seem to go into greater shades deeper as his brow furrows in frustration.
Crusher Crenshaw {~*Sentenced To Serve*~}
Are you telling me, I have to beat Jacob Whitehead next week?
The Kaiser Corp CEO scoffs in such a rude fashion that the other middle aged patrons around the place turn their heads to catch a glimpse of what is so offensive.
Jackson Kaiser {~*Voice of the Abyss*~}
Heaven’s NO! I am not nearly so bad of a sports agent that I would throw you into the ring with something that up to this point is so CLEARLY superior to your own abilities! You couldn’t even defeat a woman half your size, let alone someone who towers over even YOU my boy. No...my point here is that as of this moment, Jason Doyle looks like a million bucks. That his brand of action movie monster is actually a threat. While you? Well, you danced around the ring with a pretty little girl for fifteen minutes while she exposed you as nothing but brawn and no brains. So NOW to the POINT! My credibility has taken a hit. Analysts are saying I’ve backed the wrong horse...
Kaiser takes a visibly shaking hand of irritation and grasps at his force again. He brings up a bite of the wilted soggy salad to his mouth and violently consumes it like it were canned spinach. His eyes dart from side to side as he brings his voice to a whisper.
Jackson Kaiser {~*Voice of the Abyss*~}
So...I have taken the liberty of aligning ourselves with a few...well to do financial backers. Whom just so happen to also be prominent APW Mega Stars AND are in need of assistance with the woman who beat you last week. For some God awful reason these men find that you could be of some use to them. So I am loaning you out to the likes of CJ Gates & Buckson Gooch with a generous donation to charitable organizations of their choice to give YOU the distinct honor of being their tag team partner in the Main Event of Deception!
Kaiser finishes his food while clenching his fist in glorious triumph. As if announcing this temporary partnership has become some great boon for the Kaiser Corps. Crenshaw also finishes his own cup of coffee that is completely dwarfed within the palms of the Crusher. He nods his head in what could be assumed was understanding.
Crusher Crenshaw {~*Sentenced To Serve*~}
Understood...I am to assist CJ Gates & Buckson Gooch in crushing Sally Talfourd once and for all...That hardly seems fair.
The handlers eyes darken immediately with a stern look of consternation piercing a hole through the heart of Crenshaw. His clients head shoots back as if he were just stricken with a psionic attack, and Crenshaws left arm begins to shake in response to the death gaze.
Jackson Kaiser {~*Voice of the Abyss*~}
It is not your place to question what tasks are fair and what are imbalanced. You are a CRUSHER. I want you to instill the same kind of terror in every person you come across that you instilled in Darren Harvey upon your debut! ...Regardless, you are correct to some extent. A three on one main event between three giant wrecking machines and one exceptionally talented young lady would not be very exciting at all. At least, that is according to Johnny Rebel and the rest of the APW management. That is why she will be accompanied by arguably the single greatest tag team in APW history, the Dying Breed of Jair Hopkins & Anthony Bailey.
The enormous athlete that was so stunned by a mere gaze of the corporate suit grabbed his shaking arm with another massive palm, and steadied himself. His eyes focused to revert from a look of fear to one of determination.
Crusher Crenshaw {~*Sentenced To Serve*~}
Mr. Gates, Mr. Gooch, and myself. Three gentlemen of incredible size and strength...versus The Dying Breed and the Last Magician...it is like a cadre of David’s & Goliaths.
A devilish lip curl emanates from the face of Jackson. He nods his head in appreciation for the candor of his client.
Jackson Kaiser {~*Voice of the Abyss*~}
Ah, now you are getting it. You know Crenshaw, I’d almost say I like you better without the serum pumping through your veins. But I need results, and it was your pity and sensitive nature that allowed Miss Sally to take advantage of you in the first place. Some may say that you have yet to earn the right to call yourself a goliath alongside the likes of your partners...which is why I want you to take all those doubters and crush them. Envision every single person who’s ever told you that you’re not good enough and place those people within the meat sacks that are Jair Hopkins...Anthony Bailey...and Sally Talfourd. Do this for me, and we may be able to have more afternoons like this together.
The Crusher looks down solemnly, realizing that his few precious hours of freedom are coming to a close. There will be another chamber soon. Another rented out dockside warehouse to house him in. More of that...painful enhancement application. A single tear strolls down the eye of Crenshaw as the scene comes to a close.
Scene #2:
The lights arise from an undisclosed backstage area of the Moda Center in Portland, Oregon. A long black curtain disguises any features that would expose their exact location. But what is unmistakable is that one Crusher Crenshaw is the feature of this backstage promotional video. Pacing back and forth, his hulking chest and shoulders obscure what is otherwise clear to be the same esoteric stygian symbol that adorns the dressing room of the Crusher that was featured on this past episode of Deception.
The brute of a man gnashes his teeth and flails his arms to and fro like a juggernaut smashing walls that are not there. He stares hungrily at the camera facing him as it waits patiently for some sort of words to escape the beasts mouth where thus far there is only gutteral growls and shouts. Finally, something that resembles words are strung together by the creature of chaos.
Crusher Crenshaw {~*Nightmare Unleashed*~}
Sally!!! Witch! Sorceress! Magician! I asked you not to cry...and you made a fool out of me! Laughed at Crenshaw! Yoooouuu deceiver! Usurper! I will do what is within my namesake! THIS time, there is no escape! I will crush you! You will pay for making everyone laugh! YOU WILL PAY! Gheahaaaarrrr!!!!
More thrashing takes place. The monsters head contorts and snaps in circles as he cricks his neck and howls in pain. His hands come up to his bald cranium and clutch onto his temples as he violently jerks himself back to an upright position. After a few moments of awkward breathing, he faces the camera again with that unsettling madness in his eyes.
Crusher Crenshaw {~*Nightmare Unleashed*~}
Jair....Hopkins...one half of the Dying Breed...you know nothing of the term! Ghaah! What it means to be dying. You have no sacrifice! You fly around that ring, you make people happy, you ignore the HELL that is this life! All around you is suffering! I. AM. SUFFERING! You will know what it means to be dying! You will feel that pain! As you fly through the air I will catch you. RIP OFF YOUR WINGS! And I will send you crashing down to reality. MY REALITY! Like a broken angel...you will be a dying breed indeed...
He stops himself...reflecting ever so briefly on the idea of angels. A look of confusion crosses his face as he shakes his head back and forth like a wet dog shaking off condensation. The Crusher blinks several times before coming to his senses to continue his message. Except this time, his tone is eerily calm.
Crusher Crenshaw {~*Nighmare Unleashed*~}
Anthony Bailey...another liar...another who knows no fear. You call yourself the Golden Boy, and it’s no wonder! College educated, well to do parents, always been succesful. Everything you touch turns to gold...your ambitions have never failed...So privileged are you that you’ve been able to turn down nearly six figure employment opportunities just for the sake of “wrestling”. There is one thing I can promise you...Bailey. There will be no restoring of integrity across the ring from me...for your life, your success angers me so...that I would sooner break your jaw than shake your hand! You hear me?! Break it in half!!!
Spittle flies from the mouth of the monster as he finishes that recent statement. The rage returning to his eyes as they bulge nearly popping out of his skull. Veins protruding from his scalp, emanating from his artifiical musculature a rippling mass of hatred and vengeance for slights unseen. Crenshaw screams with the force of a terrifying monstrosity unheard of to normal human ears, as the scene quickly comes to a close before any further possible damage could be incurred. Woe betide those expected to be across the ring from this raging madman.
