Post by Johnny Rebel on Aug 25, 2011 18:34:37 GMT -4
We open up to St. Paul Community and Technical College in St. Paul, Minnesota. We’re just a few short days away from APW’s big pay-per-view event, Shockwave, from the Xcel Energy Center here in St. Paul. You would tend to think that with the major event just das away, every MegaStar would be doing everything they could to prepare for their opponent. That would make way too much sense for “Simply Put” Johnny Rebel. We pan in on Rebel sitting at a table, with his secretary Sarah, by the door of the cafeteria where students have gathered to shovel down their lunch as quickly as possible before they have to return to class.
“You ready to do this, Sarah?” Johnny asked.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve been in a college class—I’m not sure what to expect.” She responded.
“Your only job is to take notes so that when we get back to JRPW offices, we’ll be ready to finish writing this book. Do you think you can handle that?” Rebel says. His snarky comments elicit a response he wasn’t expecting from Sarah, as she rolls her eyes and breathes deeply. The daunting task of following Rebel around and doing his bidding had started to dig deeply at the secretary. Even those closest to Johnny realize his delusional approach to life and have a hard time dealing with him.
“You know, sweetheart,” her outburst causing a response from the Overdrive champion, “you’re free to find a new position at any moment.”
The reality is she wasn’t. The economy doesn’t necessary allow for one to just walk up and quit—there aren’t exactly jobs lining up for someone without a college degree. She was stuck and he knew it. No matter what the task was she would have to do it. As much as she wished it wasn’t true—she didn’t have any other options and while she would have to be miserable for the time being at least she could pay her bills.
“I know,” she said—obviously lying, “I can handle it.”
“Let me buy you a drink.” Rebel responded as if he was almost trying to buy her a peace offering. “Light or dark?” He asks—as she cocks her sideways, confused.
“They serve wine at a college cafeteria?” She quizzes Rebel, continuing with the puzzled look on her face.
Rebel shoots back an equally confused glance. “Wine?” He answered. “I was talking about two-percent or chocolate milk!”
Just another example of all the garbage she had to put up with on a daily basis—she wasn’t amused but at the same time Rebel wasn’t trying to be amusing. “I’m fine,” she said as she crossed her arms across her chest. “Suit yourself,” Johnny said and disappeared in to the crowd of college students. Several minute pass by before Rebel returns and waves for Sarah to join him.
“Don’t embarrass me,” Rebel commands, “try to look like you belong, alright?”
She knows better by now than to continue to egg him on and instead of responding with something that resembles a comeback, she just nods her head and sighs yet again. They weave in and out through the crowded hallways of the campus and wind up outside their destination. Posted outside the classroom was a poster that reads:
Rebel opens the door and sends Sarah through first as she sits down in the front row all the way to the right of the room. Walking in to a college campus is a bit intimidating for Johnny as he was never much of a scholar during his time in school. He spent the majority of his time trying to figure out a way to get in to a cheerleader or fighting whoever would meet him in the locker room before football practice. This was a brand new experience but with Sarah by his side, Rebel was free to ask all the questions he could think of and not have to worry about catching up on the notes.
The first day of classes are always awkward and nobody seems to want to say much to the person next to them. Each second that passes seems like an eternity and even though there are close to thirty people in the classroom, the only sound that can be heard is the snap of a brand new binder closing and the tick of the clock counting down the seconds until the professor arrives and the class begins.
Johnny decides to break the ice and looks over to his left, “Are you excited?” The question draws blank stares from those surrounding him. His enthusiasm turns again to fear at what’s about to happen. Within a few moments, the professor arrives—slamming his briefcase on the lectern as he opens up the front pocket to pull out a folder full if papers.
“Good morning,” he says out of obligation, “welcome to Creative Writing 101.” The greeting from the less-than-enthusiastic teacher almost draws a squeal from Johnny Rebel. The noises coming from the grown man cause Sarah to turn around and stare daggers through Johnny as to say quit embarrassing me!
Rebel whispers, “I’m excited! I can’t help it!” as Sarah puts her left hand over her head to escape the moment.
“I assume that the majority of you are here because you have interest in writing something,” the professor says, “maybe a novel, or a short-story or even some poetry.”[/i] He continues yet again, “What I’ve done is develop strategies, techniques and technologies that, in just a matter of hours, will turn you, the novice or veteran writer, in to a book-writing machine!”
Rebel pumps his first in the air in excitement that draws ire from some of the other students and specifically his secretary sitting immediately in front of him. He taps her on the shoulder and whispers, “Are you getting all of this? This is incredible!”
The professor continues despite the distraction that Rebel is becoming, “I got involved with these strategies more than a decade ago when so many of my authors and writing friends started to complain that they would love to write a book but they just didn’t have the time to create one.” He continues, “They really thought that to write a book you had to place yourself in a cold, sealed room, with a flickering candle and stay there for years until the whole thing was finished. Nothing could be farther from the truth.”
Rebel flings both arms in the air and as his teeth are chattering he screams out, “YESSSSSS!” which elicits a laugh from everyone in the class except his incredibly embarrassed secretary, Sarah.
“Let’s get started.” The professor says with a smile on his face from Rebel’s over-excitement.
“What’s the most important part of being an author or writing a book?” He asks the class. It’s the first day and nobody wants to stand out as being the brownnoser or labeled as the know-it-all. After a few moments of silence, the professor prods, “Anybody?” Finally, Rebel decides to grow a pair and toss out a suggestion.
“Talent?” Rebel says with a hint of doubt.
The professor shakes his head no. “In order to write a book, the less writing talent you have, the easier it will be for you. If you’re a writer now, it’s an uphill struggle as you try to perfect what’s already perfect.” Rebel sits staring in the professor’s direction without a clue as to what he just said.
“That doesn’t make sense,” Johnny responds.
Without hesitation the professor responds, “Of course it does! If you’ve been practicing to play basketball for years—and you finally attempt to join a team, it’s going to be awful hard to correct all of the bad habits you’ve picked up over the years, right?”
“Now you’re speaking my language.” Johnny says as he nods his head in agreement.
“Any other ideas on what it takes to be a great author?” The professor yet again quizzes the class and is met with a similar response to the first time he asked.
Never one to maintain the silence, Rebel barks out “Creativity?” He’s still not certain that he’s on the right track but he’s certainly not shy and obviously has no problem with rejection. “Without creativity—who wants to read what you’ve written?“
“That’s a good guess but, no.” The man answers back to Rebel’s guess. “I have one word of advice for you when it comes to creativity: DON’T! Publishers aren’t looking for someone to be creative and they will rarely publish something that’s outside the box.”
The last response from the professor leaves Rebel scratching his head. He’s already struck out twice in his attempt to figure out how to publish this book. The whole purpose of Rebel being here was to learn how to publish a book as quickly as possible while having to put minimal effort in to as possible. That theory is also known as his approach to life. How can I accomplish the most possible without having to so much as lift a finger.
“How about someone else?” The professor begs of the class but is still met with blank stares as Rebel yet again blurts out new answers. “Time?” He says as the professor shakes his head no refusing to make eye contact with Johnny, with hopes that maybe he would sit back and shut-up. “Luck?” Rebel screams out. “Luck has nothing to do with writing or publishing.” Becoming more frustrated Rebel has changed his strategy to machine-gunning out possible answers. “Writing ability?” He asked the professor and is met with the same response as the answers before, an emphatic no. “Do you know how to talk? If you know how to talk, you know how to write. That eliminates the majority of the world!”
Having nothing left and feeling defeated, Rebel pipes down and slumps down in his chair. “Any other ideas, class?” After the verbal assault the teacher threw down on Rebel—nobody dared speak up. The professor had already accomplished his purpose—he wanted the class to wait on every word with baited breath. He demanded that they listen carefully to what he wanted to share with them and the method worked, perfectly.
“Take out a sheet of paper.” Rebel obliges, albeit with hesitation, and reaches forward to Sarah’s desk for a piece of paper ripped from her notepad.
The professor gives the first assignment, “I want you to create the title of your very first book. Take a few minutes and think through it. You will not be able to change it once you have submitted it—so think carefully!”
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It wouldn’t take long for Rebel to come with his as he began writing almost immediately. The whole purpose of him attending this class was to write a specific book about a specific topic and he wasn’t going to change his mind. The professor walked by and glanced down at Rebel’s paper to which the title of his book was scribbled across the top.
“Interesting,” the professor said, “I’m assuming you have enough information to cover that subject?”
That was the easiest question Rebel had been asked all day long. He looked up to the professor with a grin as he glanced down on his paper to see the title of Rebel’s newest novel:
It’s only fitting that I would write the book on how to beat Khaos, over and over and over and over again because that’s exactly what I’ve done.
In case you needed a history lesson, Christian, let me give you one. On four separate occasions we have found ourselves standing on opposite sides of the ring. The first was way back at the beginning of the summer, June 2nd to be exact where Johnny Rebel and Khaos met for the very first time. It was the beginning of something special for myself—I was on one of the hottest streaks the APW had ever seen and was riding high and mighty. There wasn’t anyone who could stop me and I was marching towards becoming the best this federation had ever seen! It was on that night you were just a stepping-stone towards the next level and at the end of the night, Rebel was victorious over Khaos. That was the night where I discovered your weakness and took full advantage of it. That was the beginning of your demise in the APW—because all of those sitting in the back of the locker room figured out all it took to finish you was to just poke a little fun and get inside your head. For someone who walks around with such a tough exterior you were crippled that night and I thought that was the end of you as I moved on to bigger and better things.
Unfortunately, I was wrong. Instead of moving on like the mature adults I thought we were—we had our little incident on June 15th where we were both matched up against Nova in a three-way. There was a little extra worth fighting for that night as we were all sitting on pins and needles after President Jeff made the announcement that he would be picking the competitors for the Test for the Best tournament soon and would be basing his decision on how each of us performed in the ring. Our emotions were already running high when we stepped in the ring but instead of settling our problems inside the ring you decided to take matters in your own hands and run a screwdriver through my skull. That one hurt more than I care to admit. I could care less about the pain and embarrassment of spilling my blood on the ring apron and having to be helped to the back—I’ve certainly had my fair share of crimson covering the mat. The fact that you put a dent in this beautiful face! But turns out I’d have the last laugh.
Then the announcement comes from Jeff that he’s going to be gracious and allow me the opportunity to get some payback and some revenge at Test for the Best. In the first round, it’s Rebel and Khaos 2 for a chance to move on and compete for the APW Undisputed championship. It didn’t end up the way I had hoped it would but I still got the chance to get my hands on you and wring your little neck for what you did to me. With thousands watching around the world I pinned your shoulders to the match for a second time. Are you sensing a trend yet, Khaos?
Thinking that wasn’t enough—Jeff finds it necessary to put us together in the ring for a fourth occasion, this time being in the form of a tag match with Biggs as your partner and C.J. Gates as mine. Talk about stacking the deck against me—Biggs can’t keep his hands off me and C.J. Gates has been constantly ducking me one way or another—whether it’s through his victories by disqualification or cheating. Our battles have been well documented but when it came down to back up all of that jibber-jabber you’ve been spewing against me since the beginning when we first met in that ring—you couldn’t cash in. Biggs and Gates ran away to who-knows-where leaving just the two of us and I put you down for a third time. Not once, not twice but three times I have walked away the winner on our encounters. What makes you think that at Shockwave that anything is going to change?
I have you all figured out—so much that I’m writing the book on how to constantly wipe the floor with your face. It’s all about credibility—there are few people who could write this book and know just exactly how to map out the course of Khaos. It’s a unique skill that I’ve acquired—some may consider it a gift but the ability to establish order out of chaos is something I’ve not just always been able to do but it’s something I’ve excelled in and come Shockwave—nothing will change.
I’ve had to laugh at your expense on a number of different occasions this week. I’ve listened to you claim to be the “star-maker” and that it’s the Natural Born Killer himself who puts butts in the stadium seats and couples on the couch each week for Overdrive. It wouldn’t surprise me to find out you have been living under a rock for the past several months, or even under a bridge for that matter, but let me remind you who it is that has been carrying this promotion on his back. While you’ve been loafing around pretending like you have any clout in this organization, I’ve been putting on five-star classics with the likes of Nathaniel Havok, C.J. Gates and the Undisputed Champion, Biggs. Meanwhile, you have been rubbing elbows with the gum-pickers underneath the bleachers at the local high school. The collection of riff-raff that you happen to barely defeat to earn yourself a title shot here wasn’t exactly a who’s-who of competition in the APW. So, let’s not be so quick to proclaim ourselves the best thing running around here because it’s simply a farce.
But maybe that was your plan all along? You had every opportunity to sit back and flick your wrists at the likes of Zachary Rodell while I’ve been putting together a run that is unmatched in the history of this business. Maybe all of those beatings that I referenced earlier has taught you something about stepping in to the ring with someone of my caliber. Maybe you’ve finally learned something and decided to take this time to try and scout out something that might give you a leg up during our match at Shockwave. After all the game plan you have been putting forth for the past several weeks surely hasn’t been working. I hope you have gone back to the drawing board and come up with something other than the tired old scheme you have been trotting out against the lowlifes of the APW. This is the big time and the big stage—can you handle it? History proves otherwise.
I guess what you should be worrying about come Shockwave is what do I have up my sleeve this time to really get under your skin and dig around for awhile? After all, you’ve said yourself that I’m the type of guy who will “lie, cheat, steal and ahem do-the-dirty with your mother if it gets inside your head!” And all of that of course is so very true—I will test you to your mental limits and than when I think you’ve had enough, I’ll push a little farther because I know I’ve won the most important battle. You have already lost the match if you think for a second that I haven’t prepared something even bigger and better than a cardboard version of the woman who has control over you and your manhood. If you think that threw you for a loop than I would advise you just stay away from the arena in St. Paul all together and save yourself the trouble. I remember a certain MegaStar give warning to Nova about what I’m capable of the ring and I think you would be best served to go back through your annuals and heed your own advice. I think it went something like: I guarantee that not a singe one of those ham and eggers from whatever indy company you came from wrestles like this guy and you aren’t prepared.
That’s exactly your problem here—you’re not prepared and I know it. I hope you don’t think that you’re just going to walk in to the arena and take my belt without much of a fight. Despite the backwards relationship I share with Biggs—I have the utmost respect for him and he’s set the standard when it comes to the APW Overdrive Championship and has certainly set the bar high. Whoever it was going to be who followed his reign would have some mighty big shoes to fill and so far I’ve done what I can to make sure that the Overdrive championship belt maintains the same prestige it has. For a year Biggs carried around this title and defended it at every corner and always came out on top in whatever way he could. He scratched and clawed. He bent the rules when he had to protect himself and his championship reign. He was ruthless in his ascent to becoming the best he could be and the greatest champion of all time and he did it. There has never been another champion in the APW who represented it with such dignity and class—proving to all the rest of the world that this company was the best around. Unfortunately for him and unfortunately for the rest of the APW—he’s met his match and I’m well on my way to shattering every record that Biggs set and soon enough his claim to being the only MegaStar in the history of this franchise to hold both the Overdrive and Undisputed championships at one time.
I’m not good for a whole lot and to be honest if I were you I don’t think I’d trust my word either—but if there was ever anything you could take to the bank coming from my mouth, trust me: this belt is going to stay around my waste a long time. You can try to take it but the only way you would ever pry this championship away from is from the grip of my dead and lifeless hands. For just about everyone else in this company that means nothing but judging from your past I know what you are capable of and I’m not afraid. This is the absolute last time I step in the ring with you—unless you somehow miraculously walk away with the championship on Sunday—so bring your best shot. I hope you pack everything you have because after I’ve put you down for the umpteenth time—I’ll finally be rid of you and moving on to bigger and better things.
I’ve played my role in the history of professional wrestling and I have left an imprint on each level but today I declare that I’m not only the past but I’m also the present. It’s time to take back what I have spent so many years building and you are simply the bridge to help me get there. Khaos—it’s all—
#SIMPLY
#F’N
#PUT!
“You ready to do this, Sarah?” Johnny asked.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve been in a college class—I’m not sure what to expect.” She responded.
“Your only job is to take notes so that when we get back to JRPW offices, we’ll be ready to finish writing this book. Do you think you can handle that?” Rebel says. His snarky comments elicit a response he wasn’t expecting from Sarah, as she rolls her eyes and breathes deeply. The daunting task of following Rebel around and doing his bidding had started to dig deeply at the secretary. Even those closest to Johnny realize his delusional approach to life and have a hard time dealing with him.
“You know, sweetheart,” her outburst causing a response from the Overdrive champion, “you’re free to find a new position at any moment.”
The reality is she wasn’t. The economy doesn’t necessary allow for one to just walk up and quit—there aren’t exactly jobs lining up for someone without a college degree. She was stuck and he knew it. No matter what the task was she would have to do it. As much as she wished it wasn’t true—she didn’t have any other options and while she would have to be miserable for the time being at least she could pay her bills.
“I know,” she said—obviously lying, “I can handle it.”
“Let me buy you a drink.” Rebel responded as if he was almost trying to buy her a peace offering. “Light or dark?” He asks—as she cocks her sideways, confused.
“They serve wine at a college cafeteria?” She quizzes Rebel, continuing with the puzzled look on her face.
Rebel shoots back an equally confused glance. “Wine?” He answered. “I was talking about two-percent or chocolate milk!”
Just another example of all the garbage she had to put up with on a daily basis—she wasn’t amused but at the same time Rebel wasn’t trying to be amusing. “I’m fine,” she said as she crossed her arms across her chest. “Suit yourself,” Johnny said and disappeared in to the crowd of college students. Several minute pass by before Rebel returns and waves for Sarah to join him.
“Don’t embarrass me,” Rebel commands, “try to look like you belong, alright?”
She knows better by now than to continue to egg him on and instead of responding with something that resembles a comeback, she just nods her head and sighs yet again. They weave in and out through the crowded hallways of the campus and wind up outside their destination. Posted outside the classroom was a poster that reads:
“How YOU can Write A Book, Fiction or Non-Fiction, in 14 Days or Less... Guaranteed! A class by legendary author Steve Manning.”
Rebel opens the door and sends Sarah through first as she sits down in the front row all the way to the right of the room. Walking in to a college campus is a bit intimidating for Johnny as he was never much of a scholar during his time in school. He spent the majority of his time trying to figure out a way to get in to a cheerleader or fighting whoever would meet him in the locker room before football practice. This was a brand new experience but with Sarah by his side, Rebel was free to ask all the questions he could think of and not have to worry about catching up on the notes.
The first day of classes are always awkward and nobody seems to want to say much to the person next to them. Each second that passes seems like an eternity and even though there are close to thirty people in the classroom, the only sound that can be heard is the snap of a brand new binder closing and the tick of the clock counting down the seconds until the professor arrives and the class begins.
Johnny decides to break the ice and looks over to his left, “Are you excited?” The question draws blank stares from those surrounding him. His enthusiasm turns again to fear at what’s about to happen. Within a few moments, the professor arrives—slamming his briefcase on the lectern as he opens up the front pocket to pull out a folder full if papers.
“Good morning,” he says out of obligation, “welcome to Creative Writing 101.” The greeting from the less-than-enthusiastic teacher almost draws a squeal from Johnny Rebel. The noises coming from the grown man cause Sarah to turn around and stare daggers through Johnny as to say quit embarrassing me!
Rebel whispers, “I’m excited! I can’t help it!” as Sarah puts her left hand over her head to escape the moment.
“I assume that the majority of you are here because you have interest in writing something,” the professor says, “maybe a novel, or a short-story or even some poetry.”[/i] He continues yet again, “What I’ve done is develop strategies, techniques and technologies that, in just a matter of hours, will turn you, the novice or veteran writer, in to a book-writing machine!”
Rebel pumps his first in the air in excitement that draws ire from some of the other students and specifically his secretary sitting immediately in front of him. He taps her on the shoulder and whispers, “Are you getting all of this? This is incredible!”
The professor continues despite the distraction that Rebel is becoming, “I got involved with these strategies more than a decade ago when so many of my authors and writing friends started to complain that they would love to write a book but they just didn’t have the time to create one.” He continues, “They really thought that to write a book you had to place yourself in a cold, sealed room, with a flickering candle and stay there for years until the whole thing was finished. Nothing could be farther from the truth.”
Rebel flings both arms in the air and as his teeth are chattering he screams out, “YESSSSSS!” which elicits a laugh from everyone in the class except his incredibly embarrassed secretary, Sarah.
“Let’s get started.” The professor says with a smile on his face from Rebel’s over-excitement.
“What’s the most important part of being an author or writing a book?” He asks the class. It’s the first day and nobody wants to stand out as being the brownnoser or labeled as the know-it-all. After a few moments of silence, the professor prods, “Anybody?” Finally, Rebel decides to grow a pair and toss out a suggestion.
“Talent?” Rebel says with a hint of doubt.
The professor shakes his head no. “In order to write a book, the less writing talent you have, the easier it will be for you. If you’re a writer now, it’s an uphill struggle as you try to perfect what’s already perfect.” Rebel sits staring in the professor’s direction without a clue as to what he just said.
“That doesn’t make sense,” Johnny responds.
Without hesitation the professor responds, “Of course it does! If you’ve been practicing to play basketball for years—and you finally attempt to join a team, it’s going to be awful hard to correct all of the bad habits you’ve picked up over the years, right?”
“Now you’re speaking my language.” Johnny says as he nods his head in agreement.
“Any other ideas on what it takes to be a great author?” The professor yet again quizzes the class and is met with a similar response to the first time he asked.
Never one to maintain the silence, Rebel barks out “Creativity?” He’s still not certain that he’s on the right track but he’s certainly not shy and obviously has no problem with rejection. “Without creativity—who wants to read what you’ve written?“
“That’s a good guess but, no.” The man answers back to Rebel’s guess. “I have one word of advice for you when it comes to creativity: DON’T! Publishers aren’t looking for someone to be creative and they will rarely publish something that’s outside the box.”
The last response from the professor leaves Rebel scratching his head. He’s already struck out twice in his attempt to figure out how to publish this book. The whole purpose of Rebel being here was to learn how to publish a book as quickly as possible while having to put minimal effort in to as possible. That theory is also known as his approach to life. How can I accomplish the most possible without having to so much as lift a finger.
“How about someone else?” The professor begs of the class but is still met with blank stares as Rebel yet again blurts out new answers. “Time?” He says as the professor shakes his head no refusing to make eye contact with Johnny, with hopes that maybe he would sit back and shut-up. “Luck?” Rebel screams out. “Luck has nothing to do with writing or publishing.” Becoming more frustrated Rebel has changed his strategy to machine-gunning out possible answers. “Writing ability?” He asked the professor and is met with the same response as the answers before, an emphatic no. “Do you know how to talk? If you know how to talk, you know how to write. That eliminates the majority of the world!”
Having nothing left and feeling defeated, Rebel pipes down and slumps down in his chair. “Any other ideas, class?” After the verbal assault the teacher threw down on Rebel—nobody dared speak up. The professor had already accomplished his purpose—he wanted the class to wait on every word with baited breath. He demanded that they listen carefully to what he wanted to share with them and the method worked, perfectly.
“Take out a sheet of paper.” Rebel obliges, albeit with hesitation, and reaches forward to Sarah’s desk for a piece of paper ripped from her notepad.
The professor gives the first assignment, “I want you to create the title of your very first book. Take a few minutes and think through it. You will not be able to change it once you have submitted it—so think carefully!”
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It wouldn’t take long for Rebel to come with his as he began writing almost immediately. The whole purpose of him attending this class was to write a specific book about a specific topic and he wasn’t going to change his mind. The professor walked by and glanced down at Rebel’s paper to which the title of his book was scribbled across the top.
“Interesting,” the professor said, “I’m assuming you have enough information to cover that subject?”
That was the easiest question Rebel had been asked all day long. He looked up to the professor with a grin as he glanced down on his paper to see the title of Rebel’s newest novel:
“Bringing Order Out of Khaos: How to Beat Khaos, Over and Over Again”
*****
It’s only fitting that I would write the book on how to beat Khaos, over and over and over and over again because that’s exactly what I’ve done.
In case you needed a history lesson, Christian, let me give you one. On four separate occasions we have found ourselves standing on opposite sides of the ring. The first was way back at the beginning of the summer, June 2nd to be exact where Johnny Rebel and Khaos met for the very first time. It was the beginning of something special for myself—I was on one of the hottest streaks the APW had ever seen and was riding high and mighty. There wasn’t anyone who could stop me and I was marching towards becoming the best this federation had ever seen! It was on that night you were just a stepping-stone towards the next level and at the end of the night, Rebel was victorious over Khaos. That was the night where I discovered your weakness and took full advantage of it. That was the beginning of your demise in the APW—because all of those sitting in the back of the locker room figured out all it took to finish you was to just poke a little fun and get inside your head. For someone who walks around with such a tough exterior you were crippled that night and I thought that was the end of you as I moved on to bigger and better things.
Unfortunately, I was wrong. Instead of moving on like the mature adults I thought we were—we had our little incident on June 15th where we were both matched up against Nova in a three-way. There was a little extra worth fighting for that night as we were all sitting on pins and needles after President Jeff made the announcement that he would be picking the competitors for the Test for the Best tournament soon and would be basing his decision on how each of us performed in the ring. Our emotions were already running high when we stepped in the ring but instead of settling our problems inside the ring you decided to take matters in your own hands and run a screwdriver through my skull. That one hurt more than I care to admit. I could care less about the pain and embarrassment of spilling my blood on the ring apron and having to be helped to the back—I’ve certainly had my fair share of crimson covering the mat. The fact that you put a dent in this beautiful face! But turns out I’d have the last laugh.
Then the announcement comes from Jeff that he’s going to be gracious and allow me the opportunity to get some payback and some revenge at Test for the Best. In the first round, it’s Rebel and Khaos 2 for a chance to move on and compete for the APW Undisputed championship. It didn’t end up the way I had hoped it would but I still got the chance to get my hands on you and wring your little neck for what you did to me. With thousands watching around the world I pinned your shoulders to the match for a second time. Are you sensing a trend yet, Khaos?
Thinking that wasn’t enough—Jeff finds it necessary to put us together in the ring for a fourth occasion, this time being in the form of a tag match with Biggs as your partner and C.J. Gates as mine. Talk about stacking the deck against me—Biggs can’t keep his hands off me and C.J. Gates has been constantly ducking me one way or another—whether it’s through his victories by disqualification or cheating. Our battles have been well documented but when it came down to back up all of that jibber-jabber you’ve been spewing against me since the beginning when we first met in that ring—you couldn’t cash in. Biggs and Gates ran away to who-knows-where leaving just the two of us and I put you down for a third time. Not once, not twice but three times I have walked away the winner on our encounters. What makes you think that at Shockwave that anything is going to change?
I have you all figured out—so much that I’m writing the book on how to constantly wipe the floor with your face. It’s all about credibility—there are few people who could write this book and know just exactly how to map out the course of Khaos. It’s a unique skill that I’ve acquired—some may consider it a gift but the ability to establish order out of chaos is something I’ve not just always been able to do but it’s something I’ve excelled in and come Shockwave—nothing will change.
I’ve had to laugh at your expense on a number of different occasions this week. I’ve listened to you claim to be the “star-maker” and that it’s the Natural Born Killer himself who puts butts in the stadium seats and couples on the couch each week for Overdrive. It wouldn’t surprise me to find out you have been living under a rock for the past several months, or even under a bridge for that matter, but let me remind you who it is that has been carrying this promotion on his back. While you’ve been loafing around pretending like you have any clout in this organization, I’ve been putting on five-star classics with the likes of Nathaniel Havok, C.J. Gates and the Undisputed Champion, Biggs. Meanwhile, you have been rubbing elbows with the gum-pickers underneath the bleachers at the local high school. The collection of riff-raff that you happen to barely defeat to earn yourself a title shot here wasn’t exactly a who’s-who of competition in the APW. So, let’s not be so quick to proclaim ourselves the best thing running around here because it’s simply a farce.
But maybe that was your plan all along? You had every opportunity to sit back and flick your wrists at the likes of Zachary Rodell while I’ve been putting together a run that is unmatched in the history of this business. Maybe all of those beatings that I referenced earlier has taught you something about stepping in to the ring with someone of my caliber. Maybe you’ve finally learned something and decided to take this time to try and scout out something that might give you a leg up during our match at Shockwave. After all the game plan you have been putting forth for the past several weeks surely hasn’t been working. I hope you have gone back to the drawing board and come up with something other than the tired old scheme you have been trotting out against the lowlifes of the APW. This is the big time and the big stage—can you handle it? History proves otherwise.
I guess what you should be worrying about come Shockwave is what do I have up my sleeve this time to really get under your skin and dig around for awhile? After all, you’ve said yourself that I’m the type of guy who will “lie, cheat, steal and ahem do-the-dirty with your mother if it gets inside your head!” And all of that of course is so very true—I will test you to your mental limits and than when I think you’ve had enough, I’ll push a little farther because I know I’ve won the most important battle. You have already lost the match if you think for a second that I haven’t prepared something even bigger and better than a cardboard version of the woman who has control over you and your manhood. If you think that threw you for a loop than I would advise you just stay away from the arena in St. Paul all together and save yourself the trouble. I remember a certain MegaStar give warning to Nova about what I’m capable of the ring and I think you would be best served to go back through your annuals and heed your own advice. I think it went something like: I guarantee that not a singe one of those ham and eggers from whatever indy company you came from wrestles like this guy and you aren’t prepared.
That’s exactly your problem here—you’re not prepared and I know it. I hope you don’t think that you’re just going to walk in to the arena and take my belt without much of a fight. Despite the backwards relationship I share with Biggs—I have the utmost respect for him and he’s set the standard when it comes to the APW Overdrive Championship and has certainly set the bar high. Whoever it was going to be who followed his reign would have some mighty big shoes to fill and so far I’ve done what I can to make sure that the Overdrive championship belt maintains the same prestige it has. For a year Biggs carried around this title and defended it at every corner and always came out on top in whatever way he could. He scratched and clawed. He bent the rules when he had to protect himself and his championship reign. He was ruthless in his ascent to becoming the best he could be and the greatest champion of all time and he did it. There has never been another champion in the APW who represented it with such dignity and class—proving to all the rest of the world that this company was the best around. Unfortunately for him and unfortunately for the rest of the APW—he’s met his match and I’m well on my way to shattering every record that Biggs set and soon enough his claim to being the only MegaStar in the history of this franchise to hold both the Overdrive and Undisputed championships at one time.
I’m not good for a whole lot and to be honest if I were you I don’t think I’d trust my word either—but if there was ever anything you could take to the bank coming from my mouth, trust me: this belt is going to stay around my waste a long time. You can try to take it but the only way you would ever pry this championship away from is from the grip of my dead and lifeless hands. For just about everyone else in this company that means nothing but judging from your past I know what you are capable of and I’m not afraid. This is the absolute last time I step in the ring with you—unless you somehow miraculously walk away with the championship on Sunday—so bring your best shot. I hope you pack everything you have because after I’ve put you down for the umpteenth time—I’ll finally be rid of you and moving on to bigger and better things.
I’ve played my role in the history of professional wrestling and I have left an imprint on each level but today I declare that I’m not only the past but I’m also the present. It’s time to take back what I have spent so many years building and you are simply the bridge to help me get there. Khaos—it’s all—
#SIMPLY
#F’N
#PUT!
