Post by Twister on Dec 22, 2008 2:06:30 GMT -4
[glow=red,2,300]Twas The night before christmas, and all through new york, every fucking one was stirring, else they'd look like a dork.
No stockings by a chimney, merely wardrobes abound, some faggots wear them tights, with belts covering their mound.
Children were hidden, no where to be found, as they waited for fat santa to shake near by ground.
Livelys mom handing out rimmers, and showing bossoms so fake, and I swear I saw Level with a chocolate looking cake.
Further out on an Island, hype was abound, they knew APW was about to come around.
Nassau Colliseum, a building so old, inside so called superstars made predictions so bold.
Outside snow fell softly almost like an omen... While the veterans they questioned, is that Ms. Crowly actually a man?
Action around picking up, you'd miss it should you blink... Less you be around a more depressing star named Link.
He refused to share in the holiday cheer... Instead any who ventured near quickly left in fear.
Unlike prior years Lambardo's were not by... One actually came deceased... or was it a lie?
No Trevor vs Kenny, or even Kenny vs Spenny, No Tony, or Tina, or even Cousin Vin E.
Still stars were found, by one President Jeff... To fill up the card til there were no spots lef........t.
Wind blew through the air reminding us of Hurricanes past... Yet a Twister remained to carry us through with his speed so fast.
Teaming with a new man once called Senior Wiley... Not sure why, or even what the hell Im gonna rhyme with Wiley...
But in a heart beat the pair gained momentum, and glimmers of gold beckoned out to em.
Hardcore Ice is who they would need to beat, and once more in fact they'd repeat the feat.
Twice named a winner, once declared champion, no one looked to stop the new belt holders cept maybe with in.
They still couldnt agree, not on music or name... Lively even had new pants made... His efforts in vane.
Still in ring they were solid, of that none could argue... Despite fighting spotlights often red, sometimes blue.
Even this week new challengers appear to face the team of two... After the match though back home they'll wish they'd flew.
Old street thug named Wilson, his moves unimpressive... Lesser folk cross him become quite submissive.
His punches and kicks designed to impale... After I write this promo I think Ima go have an ale.
Keeping with my rhyme comes his partner named Bale... Unfortunate starter makes him sound rather frail.
With a name like Julian, hard take him serious it is... My apologies Im not Yoda, just how things go in this bis.
Still a challenge they'll pose to the champions Im sure, Holy Storm or Acts of God, Im not even sure anymore.
Two on Two Christmas Chaos will open, with works made of fire popping near the curtain.
Amidst all the fire... I'll have one more desire. Not even to do with those tights that are much to my ire.
For Christmas all I wish, I want not a dime... Just to never hear Lively say again "Its Morphin Time"[/glow]
OOC: Merry Christmas APW
Our scene... Yeah there really is one of those eventually... opens in a bar in the heart of Long Island. Alone at the bar sits a lonely champion, the man they call Twister clutching to an oversized shot glass... A bottle of JD glistening on the bar half empty. Twister pours from the bottle into the glass dwarfed in the mans hand and downs the liquid. He lets out a prolonged sigh as he pours another glass. A bartender saunters over and leans over the bar looking at the champion.
The hells with you... Your downing that bottle pretty quick.
Been a long season.
Yeah cause you have it so rough. Get top notch hotels, any women you want, hell your even a champion arent ya?
Point?
Point is its the holidays and isnt it evident there's people way worse off than you are?
Fuck you.
The bartender seems to be growing agitated by the champ.
Listen I dont care who you are, but I wont put up with you telling me off like that.
What the hell is your name Jason Royce or something. Bitch Bitch bitch.
Who?
Twister seems to have had enough... He grabs the bartender by the head and in one motion lifts himself into a vertical position over the bar and plants the bartenders head into said bar with a deafening thud. The collection of locals in the bar begin to stir as Twister gathers himself and looks around. With a shrug he grabs the bottle of JD and the glass off the bar and heads towards the exit. He is stopped by security at the door a crowd gathering behind him.
Your not going anywhere!
Please.
The hells going on here?
A voice is heard from behind the guards. It turns out to be none other than Michael Lively standing there a smug look on his face. Twister nods approvingly as he clutches the glass in his hand, tosses the bottle of JD to Lively and smashes the glass over one guards face. The man crumples as Twister steps over the body and through the exit grabbing the bottle from a still stunned Lively.
Time to go.
But I just got...
Twister places his free hand over his partners mouth and spins him around all but forcing him the other way. The duo head up the street as Lively is looking around as if to say WTF mate.
Wanna catch me up.
Windbreakered the bartender.
Um... I know Im gonna regret asking this but why?
Told me people were worse off than I was.
Lively stops in stride, the immediate threat from the bar gone, and stares at Twister.
Seriously.
Yep.
Dude, there's tons of people worse off than you.
I know.
So...
So he shoulda minded his own, I dont need no penny pusher tellin me shit I already know.
You got issues.
Was a crappy bar anyways.
Twister looks at his empty hand, then takes a swig out of the bottle from his other hand.
Fucking guys head broke my glass.
Actually you broke it over his head... And wasnt it the bars glass.
Maybe. Details... Unimportant.
Are you drunk?
Quite.
Lively lets out a sigh.
So much for any preperation tonight.
Who needs to prepare. Seriously have you seen the card.
Uh yeah, Bale and Wilson... Sure their no Jesus, but they're better than Hardcore Ice.
Hardcore Ice, akin to soft core porn, they both suck. I care not for details oh saviour, just results and results say we havent lost yet, no sense starting now.
The Jesus never loses, the JESUS is unbeatable.
I've heard you beat yourself daily.
Well I do hate women... HEY not the point. Whos side are you on?
Mine.
Fair enough. Listen I need you to focus, while I can do it myself, Jeff is a bit bitchy on the subject... He doesnt like one man shows he wants us to do it together, and I want to get paid.
Fine fuck, is the match right now?
Well no.
Then whats the issue.
Management insists we show preparation by ten eastern time.
Why?
I dont know, to ensure the best show possible I guess.
Well thats gay, the match isnt til sometime tuesday though.
Hey I dont make the rules, but damned if Im losing these belts to a couple rookies.
I dont think their rookies.
Their rookies in the sense they've never been one on one with a JESUS before.
Oh for gods sake.
No... Jesus.
Whatever, your nuts.
And your drunk. Believe me booze only makes my musings hurt more.
This I believe.
So what do you think, who do we worry about more Streets or Julian.
Julian?
You think so?
No I mean is that seriously his name... Isnt that a way you cut carrots.
I think you can cut many things that way.
Point.
No not really more of a match stick like cut.
Twister shakes his head then out of no where slaps Lively upside the head.
Ow the hell!
I get violent when I've been drinking.
That I believe.
Well, lets look at things... Streets we know.
Twister takes a swig of the Jack and offers some to Lively who appears to vomit in his mouth slightly.
He's a former extreme champion... Although not like he beat the true champion to claim the belt, still, earning anything around here has to be a claim for something.
Stupid power ranger.
Look aint nobody a stupider power ranger than you ok. Anyway he is a street fighter though, a little bit different than the crap we've been facing recently.
Fair enough, yeah he actually has a style, even if he does look like a slime ball.
Sure, but as we all know looks can be decieving right "Jesus"
I dont care for that undermining tone of yours.
This is me caring. Moving on. If we dont let him get into his street fighting style, we should have no issues with him, we'll use our speed to counter him.
Fine fine... What about Julian.
Its still a gay name.
No I mean the wrestler.
Oh right, well what does he bring to the table?
Im not sure he tends to talk a lot though.
You talked to him?
Nah heard him talking to himself for like an hour the other day... Weird.
No weirder than most of the characters around here. Still though saying he talks a lot really doesnt help us prepare for him.
Well he's new, and shit you didnt watch his match either.
Yeah fine so what do we do.
Well I know he did beat Rocky Starr.
Dude, he beat the Rock.
No no...
Man anyone who competes with the WWE stars must be a... a... an absolute pile of shit!
No Twist...
What?
Rocky Starr, remember old guy, back from whatcha call it CWF?
Oh well why didnt you say so.
Ugh.
Well i cant remember much about Rocky either so really that doesnt help me. But here's what I know.
This outta be good.
Shut it. If you got signed to an APW contract you gotta know what your doing.
How do you explain Jason Royce?
Um... Well... Ok if you got signed to a contract recently you have to know what your doing. Julian Bale is obviously someone who Jeff has respect for, who thought was worth pursuing, and who he obviously feels is worth the push he's putting on him.
Twister takes a step sideways and chugs another swig from the bottle. He sighs and looks at the almost empty bottle then chugs back the last bit and holds the bottle in his hand before continuing.
And another thing... I am not a communist and I dont care who you are.
What?
What?
Lively looks around confused as a voice booms from behind the duo.
HEY! Your gonna pay for what you did back there.
Seriously,
A rather burly man rumbles towards Twister. Twister stumbles sideways and catches the man in the back of the head shattering the JD bottle over it. The man goes limp and is about to fall forward but is met with a superkick from lively which knocks him flat to his back. Twister shakes his head and climbs over the body as he and Lively continue walking up the street. Lively looks back at their most recent victim and shakes his head.
Twist?
Yeah?
Seriously?
What?
You know what lets just get you back to the hotel.
Is your mom there?
Are you kidding me?
Lively?
Im afraid to ask.
You... You remind me of a song.
Do I.
Yeah. Ahem
Twister takes a step back and throws his hands in the air as he begins to sing.
Lively's Mom has got it going on, she sucks in bed even though Im so long, Lively cant you see...
OK OK OK.
Lively grabs Twister and drags him down the street. Sirens can be heard in the back ground as Twister keeps singing as our scene fades.
No stockings by a chimney, merely wardrobes abound, some faggots wear them tights, with belts covering their mound.
Children were hidden, no where to be found, as they waited for fat santa to shake near by ground.
Livelys mom handing out rimmers, and showing bossoms so fake, and I swear I saw Level with a chocolate looking cake.
Further out on an Island, hype was abound, they knew APW was about to come around.
Nassau Colliseum, a building so old, inside so called superstars made predictions so bold.
Outside snow fell softly almost like an omen... While the veterans they questioned, is that Ms. Crowly actually a man?
Action around picking up, you'd miss it should you blink... Less you be around a more depressing star named Link.
He refused to share in the holiday cheer... Instead any who ventured near quickly left in fear.
Unlike prior years Lambardo's were not by... One actually came deceased... or was it a lie?
No Trevor vs Kenny, or even Kenny vs Spenny, No Tony, or Tina, or even Cousin Vin E.
Still stars were found, by one President Jeff... To fill up the card til there were no spots lef........t.
Wind blew through the air reminding us of Hurricanes past... Yet a Twister remained to carry us through with his speed so fast.
Teaming with a new man once called Senior Wiley... Not sure why, or even what the hell Im gonna rhyme with Wiley...
But in a heart beat the pair gained momentum, and glimmers of gold beckoned out to em.
Hardcore Ice is who they would need to beat, and once more in fact they'd repeat the feat.
Twice named a winner, once declared champion, no one looked to stop the new belt holders cept maybe with in.
They still couldnt agree, not on music or name... Lively even had new pants made... His efforts in vane.
Still in ring they were solid, of that none could argue... Despite fighting spotlights often red, sometimes blue.
Even this week new challengers appear to face the team of two... After the match though back home they'll wish they'd flew.
Old street thug named Wilson, his moves unimpressive... Lesser folk cross him become quite submissive.
His punches and kicks designed to impale... After I write this promo I think Ima go have an ale.
Keeping with my rhyme comes his partner named Bale... Unfortunate starter makes him sound rather frail.
With a name like Julian, hard take him serious it is... My apologies Im not Yoda, just how things go in this bis.
Still a challenge they'll pose to the champions Im sure, Holy Storm or Acts of God, Im not even sure anymore.
Two on Two Christmas Chaos will open, with works made of fire popping near the curtain.
Amidst all the fire... I'll have one more desire. Not even to do with those tights that are much to my ire.
For Christmas all I wish, I want not a dime... Just to never hear Lively say again "Its Morphin Time"[/glow]
OOC: Merry Christmas APW
Our scene... Yeah there really is one of those eventually... opens in a bar in the heart of Long Island. Alone at the bar sits a lonely champion, the man they call Twister clutching to an oversized shot glass... A bottle of JD glistening on the bar half empty. Twister pours from the bottle into the glass dwarfed in the mans hand and downs the liquid. He lets out a prolonged sigh as he pours another glass. A bartender saunters over and leans over the bar looking at the champion.
The hells with you... Your downing that bottle pretty quick.
Been a long season.
Yeah cause you have it so rough. Get top notch hotels, any women you want, hell your even a champion arent ya?
Point?
Point is its the holidays and isnt it evident there's people way worse off than you are?
Fuck you.
The bartender seems to be growing agitated by the champ.
Listen I dont care who you are, but I wont put up with you telling me off like that.
What the hell is your name Jason Royce or something. Bitch Bitch bitch.
Who?
Twister seems to have had enough... He grabs the bartender by the head and in one motion lifts himself into a vertical position over the bar and plants the bartenders head into said bar with a deafening thud. The collection of locals in the bar begin to stir as Twister gathers himself and looks around. With a shrug he grabs the bottle of JD and the glass off the bar and heads towards the exit. He is stopped by security at the door a crowd gathering behind him.
Your not going anywhere!
Please.
The hells going on here?
A voice is heard from behind the guards. It turns out to be none other than Michael Lively standing there a smug look on his face. Twister nods approvingly as he clutches the glass in his hand, tosses the bottle of JD to Lively and smashes the glass over one guards face. The man crumples as Twister steps over the body and through the exit grabbing the bottle from a still stunned Lively.
Time to go.
But I just got...
Twister places his free hand over his partners mouth and spins him around all but forcing him the other way. The duo head up the street as Lively is looking around as if to say WTF mate.
Wanna catch me up.
Windbreakered the bartender.
Um... I know Im gonna regret asking this but why?
Told me people were worse off than I was.
Lively stops in stride, the immediate threat from the bar gone, and stares at Twister.
Seriously.
Yep.
Dude, there's tons of people worse off than you.
I know.
So...
So he shoulda minded his own, I dont need no penny pusher tellin me shit I already know.
You got issues.
Was a crappy bar anyways.
Twister looks at his empty hand, then takes a swig out of the bottle from his other hand.
Fucking guys head broke my glass.
Actually you broke it over his head... And wasnt it the bars glass.
Maybe. Details... Unimportant.
Are you drunk?
Quite.
Lively lets out a sigh.
So much for any preperation tonight.
Who needs to prepare. Seriously have you seen the card.
Uh yeah, Bale and Wilson... Sure their no Jesus, but they're better than Hardcore Ice.
Hardcore Ice, akin to soft core porn, they both suck. I care not for details oh saviour, just results and results say we havent lost yet, no sense starting now.
The Jesus never loses, the JESUS is unbeatable.
I've heard you beat yourself daily.
Well I do hate women... HEY not the point. Whos side are you on?
Mine.
Fair enough. Listen I need you to focus, while I can do it myself, Jeff is a bit bitchy on the subject... He doesnt like one man shows he wants us to do it together, and I want to get paid.
Fine fuck, is the match right now?
Well no.
Then whats the issue.
Management insists we show preparation by ten eastern time.
Why?
I dont know, to ensure the best show possible I guess.
Well thats gay, the match isnt til sometime tuesday though.
Hey I dont make the rules, but damned if Im losing these belts to a couple rookies.
I dont think their rookies.
Their rookies in the sense they've never been one on one with a JESUS before.
Oh for gods sake.
No... Jesus.
Whatever, your nuts.
And your drunk. Believe me booze only makes my musings hurt more.
This I believe.
So what do you think, who do we worry about more Streets or Julian.
Julian?
You think so?
No I mean is that seriously his name... Isnt that a way you cut carrots.
I think you can cut many things that way.
Point.
No not really more of a match stick like cut.
Twister shakes his head then out of no where slaps Lively upside the head.
Ow the hell!
I get violent when I've been drinking.
That I believe.
Well, lets look at things... Streets we know.
Twister takes a swig of the Jack and offers some to Lively who appears to vomit in his mouth slightly.
He's a former extreme champion... Although not like he beat the true champion to claim the belt, still, earning anything around here has to be a claim for something.
Stupid power ranger.
Look aint nobody a stupider power ranger than you ok. Anyway he is a street fighter though, a little bit different than the crap we've been facing recently.
Fair enough, yeah he actually has a style, even if he does look like a slime ball.
Sure, but as we all know looks can be decieving right "Jesus"
I dont care for that undermining tone of yours.
This is me caring. Moving on. If we dont let him get into his street fighting style, we should have no issues with him, we'll use our speed to counter him.
Fine fine... What about Julian.
Its still a gay name.
No I mean the wrestler.
Oh right, well what does he bring to the table?
Im not sure he tends to talk a lot though.
You talked to him?
Nah heard him talking to himself for like an hour the other day... Weird.
No weirder than most of the characters around here. Still though saying he talks a lot really doesnt help us prepare for him.
Well he's new, and shit you didnt watch his match either.
Yeah fine so what do we do.
Well I know he did beat Rocky Starr.
Dude, he beat the Rock.
No no...
Man anyone who competes with the WWE stars must be a... a... an absolute pile of shit!
No Twist...
What?
Rocky Starr, remember old guy, back from whatcha call it CWF?
Oh well why didnt you say so.
Ugh.
Well i cant remember much about Rocky either so really that doesnt help me. But here's what I know.
This outta be good.
Shut it. If you got signed to an APW contract you gotta know what your doing.
How do you explain Jason Royce?
Um... Well... Ok if you got signed to a contract recently you have to know what your doing. Julian Bale is obviously someone who Jeff has respect for, who thought was worth pursuing, and who he obviously feels is worth the push he's putting on him.
Twister takes a step sideways and chugs another swig from the bottle. He sighs and looks at the almost empty bottle then chugs back the last bit and holds the bottle in his hand before continuing.
And another thing... I am not a communist and I dont care who you are.
What?
What?
Lively looks around confused as a voice booms from behind the duo.
HEY! Your gonna pay for what you did back there.
Seriously,
A rather burly man rumbles towards Twister. Twister stumbles sideways and catches the man in the back of the head shattering the JD bottle over it. The man goes limp and is about to fall forward but is met with a superkick from lively which knocks him flat to his back. Twister shakes his head and climbs over the body as he and Lively continue walking up the street. Lively looks back at their most recent victim and shakes his head.
Twist?
Yeah?
Seriously?
What?
You know what lets just get you back to the hotel.
Is your mom there?
Are you kidding me?
Lively?
Im afraid to ask.
You... You remind me of a song.
Do I.
Yeah. Ahem
Twister takes a step back and throws his hands in the air as he begins to sing.
Lively's Mom has got it going on, she sucks in bed even though Im so long, Lively cant you see...
OK OK OK.
Lively grabs Twister and drags him down the street. Sirens can be heard in the back ground as Twister keeps singing as our scene fades.
