Post by The Submission Technician on May 23, 2008 17:04:00 GMT -4
The lights go black in the arena; as the opening monolog of his entrance starts, the music drops, and multiple white illumination pyrotechnic strobes fire off to the first measure of beats. The second monolog starts as a lone spotlight shines down on VIN who starts breaking several glow sticks attached to strings and securing them around his neck, wrists, and ankles. Upon the second beat drop the light goes out and you see VIN “rave” his way down the ramp toward the ring. Multi colored swirls make there way to the ring. He climbs to the top turn buckle and the glow sticks create an open five-point position, holds it for a second and does a crucifix summersault with a 900 corkscrew, and lands in a break dance split as the lights turn back on, the music cuts and the ring posts explode with blue pyrotechnics.
Chase: “And here we go, Vin “E” Lambardo, The Submission Technician is making his way down to the ring.”
Harvey: “I like the lights.”
Chase: “What a great commentary Darren.” “So anyway, it appears that Vin has a few things he would like to get off his chest before this weeks very important PPV event. It is after all his first shot at a title here in APW. These are the types of matches that can make or break young careers.”
Harvey: “A make or break match sounds like it is right up the alley of the Sultan of Snap.”
Chase: “You said it, but let us not count this one a win just yet Tony Blackwell has been around the block a few times before; he is comfortable in these situations. This is after all new territory for the young Lambardo.”
Vin enters the ring with mic in hand. He stands center ring and raises his left hand to the crowd to bring them quiet.
Vin: “I stand here today with several missions. One of which is to deal with none other than The man who stands between me and the glory of gold. A glory which shall be my first tribute to the Church of Kaos, but tributes with out faith are meaningless.”
The crowd stares silent, with blank stares as they try to make sense out of what the hell Vin is saying.
Chase: “A slightly new style for the little Lambardo tonight.”
Harvey: “He is sounding more and more like a COK member everyday.”
Vin: “So in an attempt to open your hearts and minds to the salvation that Kaos offers, I the throne of his lord Kaos, the administrator of his perfect justice will lead you all in prayer.”
The crowd boo’s
Chase: “A prayer, oh no not him too.”
Harvey: “If I hear that damn creepy music again I think I’m just going to have to leave.”
Chase: “Stop being such a baby.”
Vin: “Our Father, Who art in Kaos: give us, we pray Thee, the courage and the strength to stamp out the threat of paganism and slavery that hangs over the fed today.
Be merciful to all those who have died in the service of our stable.
Console those who have lost their loved ones in the struggle.
Help our fighting men and women to be always clean of heart and therefore unafraid.
Soothe the wounded in battle.
Sustain the courage of those who suffer persecution for conscience' sake.
Have pity on all who have been insulted, robbed, tortured, defiled, and enslaved by their conquerors.
Grant wisdom to our leaders, civil and military,
that they may most effectively direct our efforts, at home and abroad.
Teach us all to walk humbly with Thee, so that we may be worthy to conquer,
and having conquered may build a peace with justice, under the Fatherhood of the Kaotic.
More than ever I feel the need of having Kaos close to me.
At any moment I may find myself in battle. However rigorous the task that awaits me, may I fulfill my duty with courage.
If death should overtake me on this field, grant that I die in the state of grace, forgive me all my sins, those I have forgotten and those I recall now:
grant me the grace of perfect contrition.
During this terrible day, Thou hast been kind enough to protect me. I make haste to thank Thee, but I am thinking all the time of the many who have fallen, my officers and my comrades.
May they receive from Thee all the rewards, the peace, and the rest that are reserved for brave men and women who did their best. Give their unhappy families, please, the consolation of believing in Thy mercy and kaos.
Amen.”
Chase: “Oh my God.”
Harvey: “Ok, I’m officially freaked out.”
Vin: “Now then back to the topic at hand, and that my faithful is Mayhem.”
The crowd cheers with a boom that shook the stands.
Vin: “My opponent, The Extreamist, Tony Blackwell seems to think that this match is a dead lock for him. This however is a fallacy.”
Harvey: “Is he talking about penis?”
Chase: “not Phallic-cy Fallacy, it means an untruth.”
Vin: “You see there really is one major thing that is going to cause his downfall this week. Gratitude and appreciation, that is the base difference between the two of us. You see he has been raised with the Blackwell legacy, he takes for granted that belt, believing that it is there because it is supposed to be there, for no other reason than he is a Blackwell. Well I have some news for you Tony, you have to earn things like that. You know things might work like that in government, where you can rule just because your father did, but here in the ring and out there in the street you need to scrape and claw for every inch that you take. This is no exception. You see Tony I just plain want it more than you do. I mean come on what did you do to get that belt. Do you think that on April 6th when you fought your brother for the title that you actually beat him? Everyone knows that he jobbed that match. He needed some time to devote to my brother and you needed an ego boost, so lets not kid ourselves shall we. You are an illegitimate champion, and I have been sent to relieve you of the Extreme championship and cleanse it from the taint of having a substandard man holding it.”
Chase: “That was a rant reminiscent of his older brother. This kid is really learning the showmanship end of this business right from Kenny.”
Harvey: “Two parts rage, one part disdain, a pinch of sarcasm, and a dash of narcissism, mix in a bowl and stir.”
The crowd half booing the other half actually understanding that Vin is at least in part correct.
Vin: “Do you wanna know why your brother’s stable is going to shit Tony? Huh do ya? Well I’ll tell you. Have you seen your own personal relationship with Trevor lately? Does it resemble anything else going on here in APW. Ding Ding Ding, asshole its all the same shit. You fucking Blackwells can’t seem to get it through your thick, troglodyte heads, that you can’t fuck with us. I mean look. Collectively a Blackwell has faced off against a Lambardo seven different times, and every time the Lambardo’s have come out with the win. Do you really think that this weekend is going to be any different? You have become complacent Tony! You lack focus! What is more to the point though, you are standing in the way of me and money. However most important of all you are standing in the way of the glory of the COK, and I will not stand for that. Just because you are a full blown alcoholic that is losing his desperate battle with the bottle it does not mean that I will have any mercy on you. I am the Throne of Koas and I will exact the will of our Lords mighty justice on you heathen soul.”
Half the crowd cheers and the others sneer. Several fans begin fighting in the stands and security has to be dispatched to deal with the commotion. Vin addresses the crowd for a moment.
Vin: “Ok, cut that shit out right fucking now. To those of you who fight for me, stand down this is not the place for you to make your stand. The non believers shall be smote at a later date. Plus the church needs its faithful to be free from the restrains of this society, and jail is a major fucking restraint.”
Vin: “But back for a minute to Tony. I will close with this final message to you Tony. Repent, Repent, for the justice of his lord is at hand and I am the fist of the Kaotic. I will now close with a prayer.
Vin: “Grant me, O merciful Kaos, to desire eagerly, to investigate prudently, to acknowledge sincerely, and to fulfill perfectly those things that are pleasing to Thee, to the praise and glory of Thy holy Name.
Do Thou, my Kaos, order my life; and grant that I may know what Kaos wilt have me to do; and give me to fulfill it as is fitting and profitable to my soul.
Grant me, O Lord my Kaos, the grace not to faint either in prosperity or adversity, that I be not unduly lifted up by the one, nor unduly cast down by the other. Let me neither rejoice nor grieve at anything, save what either leads to Kaos or leads away from Thee. Let me not desire to please anyone, nor fear to displease anyone save only Thee.
Let all things that pass away seem vile in my eyes, and let all things that are eternal be dear to me. Let me tire of that joy which is without Kaos, neither permit me to desire anything that is outside Kaos. Let me find joy in the labor that is for Kaos; and let all repose that is without Thee be tiresome to me.
Give me, my Kaos, the grace to direct my heart towards Kaos, and to grieve continually at my failures, together with a firm purpose of amendment.
O Lord my Kaos, make me obedient without gainsaying, poor without despondency, chaste without stain, patient without murmuring, humble without pretense, cheerful without dissipation, serious without undue heaviness, active without instability, fearful of Kaos without abjectness, truthful without double-dealing, devoted to good works without presumption, ready to correct my neighbor without arrogance, and to edify him by word and example, without hypocrisy.
Give me, Lord Kaos, a watchful heart which shall be distracted from Kaos by no vain thoughts; give me a generous heart which shall not be drawn downward by any unworthy affection; give me an upright heart which shall not be led astray by any perverse intention; give me a stout heart which shall not be crushed by any hardship; give me a free heart which shall not be claimed as its own by any unregulated affection.
Bestow upon me, O Lord my Kaos, an understanding that knows Kaos, diligence in seeking Kaos, wisdom in finding Kaos, a way of life that is pleasing to Kaos, perseverance that faithfully waits for Kaos, and confidence that I shall embrace Kaos at the last. Grant that I may be chastised here by penance, that I may make good use of Thy gifts in this life by Thy grace, and that I may partake of Thy joys in the glory of heaven: Who livest and reignest Kaotic, world without end.
O Kaos, Who bringeth wars to nought and doth shield by Thy power all who hope in The Kaotic, overthrowing those who assail them; help Thy servants who implore Thy mercy to seek thy will that they may act justly, and then that the fierce might of their enemy may be brought low and we may never cease to praise and thank Thee.
O Kaos, Who hast dominion over all realms and all kings, Who by striking heals, and by pardoning saves: stretch out over us Thy mercy, so that by Thy power we may enjoy peace and tranquility and use them for our healing and amendment.
Through our Lord, Jesus Christ, Who livest and reignest with Thee in the unity of the Holy Spirit,
one Kaotic, forever and ever.
Amen
The lights go black, red crimson pyros fire, and Vin is gone.
Chase: “And here we go, Vin “E” Lambardo, The Submission Technician is making his way down to the ring.”
Harvey: “I like the lights.”
Chase: “What a great commentary Darren.” “So anyway, it appears that Vin has a few things he would like to get off his chest before this weeks very important PPV event. It is after all his first shot at a title here in APW. These are the types of matches that can make or break young careers.”
Harvey: “A make or break match sounds like it is right up the alley of the Sultan of Snap.”
Chase: “You said it, but let us not count this one a win just yet Tony Blackwell has been around the block a few times before; he is comfortable in these situations. This is after all new territory for the young Lambardo.”
Vin enters the ring with mic in hand. He stands center ring and raises his left hand to the crowd to bring them quiet.
Vin: “I stand here today with several missions. One of which is to deal with none other than The man who stands between me and the glory of gold. A glory which shall be my first tribute to the Church of Kaos, but tributes with out faith are meaningless.”
The crowd stares silent, with blank stares as they try to make sense out of what the hell Vin is saying.
Chase: “A slightly new style for the little Lambardo tonight.”
Harvey: “He is sounding more and more like a COK member everyday.”
Vin: “So in an attempt to open your hearts and minds to the salvation that Kaos offers, I the throne of his lord Kaos, the administrator of his perfect justice will lead you all in prayer.”
The crowd boo’s
Chase: “A prayer, oh no not him too.”
Harvey: “If I hear that damn creepy music again I think I’m just going to have to leave.”
Chase: “Stop being such a baby.”
Vin: “Our Father, Who art in Kaos: give us, we pray Thee, the courage and the strength to stamp out the threat of paganism and slavery that hangs over the fed today.
Be merciful to all those who have died in the service of our stable.
Console those who have lost their loved ones in the struggle.
Help our fighting men and women to be always clean of heart and therefore unafraid.
Soothe the wounded in battle.
Sustain the courage of those who suffer persecution for conscience' sake.
Have pity on all who have been insulted, robbed, tortured, defiled, and enslaved by their conquerors.
Grant wisdom to our leaders, civil and military,
that they may most effectively direct our efforts, at home and abroad.
Teach us all to walk humbly with Thee, so that we may be worthy to conquer,
and having conquered may build a peace with justice, under the Fatherhood of the Kaotic.
More than ever I feel the need of having Kaos close to me.
At any moment I may find myself in battle. However rigorous the task that awaits me, may I fulfill my duty with courage.
If death should overtake me on this field, grant that I die in the state of grace, forgive me all my sins, those I have forgotten and those I recall now:
grant me the grace of perfect contrition.
During this terrible day, Thou hast been kind enough to protect me. I make haste to thank Thee, but I am thinking all the time of the many who have fallen, my officers and my comrades.
May they receive from Thee all the rewards, the peace, and the rest that are reserved for brave men and women who did their best. Give their unhappy families, please, the consolation of believing in Thy mercy and kaos.
Amen.”
Chase: “Oh my God.”
Harvey: “Ok, I’m officially freaked out.”
Vin: “Now then back to the topic at hand, and that my faithful is Mayhem.”
The crowd cheers with a boom that shook the stands.
Vin: “My opponent, The Extreamist, Tony Blackwell seems to think that this match is a dead lock for him. This however is a fallacy.”
Harvey: “Is he talking about penis?”
Chase: “not Phallic-cy Fallacy, it means an untruth.”
Vin: “You see there really is one major thing that is going to cause his downfall this week. Gratitude and appreciation, that is the base difference between the two of us. You see he has been raised with the Blackwell legacy, he takes for granted that belt, believing that it is there because it is supposed to be there, for no other reason than he is a Blackwell. Well I have some news for you Tony, you have to earn things like that. You know things might work like that in government, where you can rule just because your father did, but here in the ring and out there in the street you need to scrape and claw for every inch that you take. This is no exception. You see Tony I just plain want it more than you do. I mean come on what did you do to get that belt. Do you think that on April 6th when you fought your brother for the title that you actually beat him? Everyone knows that he jobbed that match. He needed some time to devote to my brother and you needed an ego boost, so lets not kid ourselves shall we. You are an illegitimate champion, and I have been sent to relieve you of the Extreme championship and cleanse it from the taint of having a substandard man holding it.”
Chase: “That was a rant reminiscent of his older brother. This kid is really learning the showmanship end of this business right from Kenny.”
Harvey: “Two parts rage, one part disdain, a pinch of sarcasm, and a dash of narcissism, mix in a bowl and stir.”
The crowd half booing the other half actually understanding that Vin is at least in part correct.
Vin: “Do you wanna know why your brother’s stable is going to shit Tony? Huh do ya? Well I’ll tell you. Have you seen your own personal relationship with Trevor lately? Does it resemble anything else going on here in APW. Ding Ding Ding, asshole its all the same shit. You fucking Blackwells can’t seem to get it through your thick, troglodyte heads, that you can’t fuck with us. I mean look. Collectively a Blackwell has faced off against a Lambardo seven different times, and every time the Lambardo’s have come out with the win. Do you really think that this weekend is going to be any different? You have become complacent Tony! You lack focus! What is more to the point though, you are standing in the way of me and money. However most important of all you are standing in the way of the glory of the COK, and I will not stand for that. Just because you are a full blown alcoholic that is losing his desperate battle with the bottle it does not mean that I will have any mercy on you. I am the Throne of Koas and I will exact the will of our Lords mighty justice on you heathen soul.”
Half the crowd cheers and the others sneer. Several fans begin fighting in the stands and security has to be dispatched to deal with the commotion. Vin addresses the crowd for a moment.
Vin: “Ok, cut that shit out right fucking now. To those of you who fight for me, stand down this is not the place for you to make your stand. The non believers shall be smote at a later date. Plus the church needs its faithful to be free from the restrains of this society, and jail is a major fucking restraint.”
Vin: “But back for a minute to Tony. I will close with this final message to you Tony. Repent, Repent, for the justice of his lord is at hand and I am the fist of the Kaotic. I will now close with a prayer.
Vin: “Grant me, O merciful Kaos, to desire eagerly, to investigate prudently, to acknowledge sincerely, and to fulfill perfectly those things that are pleasing to Thee, to the praise and glory of Thy holy Name.
Do Thou, my Kaos, order my life; and grant that I may know what Kaos wilt have me to do; and give me to fulfill it as is fitting and profitable to my soul.
Grant me, O Lord my Kaos, the grace not to faint either in prosperity or adversity, that I be not unduly lifted up by the one, nor unduly cast down by the other. Let me neither rejoice nor grieve at anything, save what either leads to Kaos or leads away from Thee. Let me not desire to please anyone, nor fear to displease anyone save only Thee.
Let all things that pass away seem vile in my eyes, and let all things that are eternal be dear to me. Let me tire of that joy which is without Kaos, neither permit me to desire anything that is outside Kaos. Let me find joy in the labor that is for Kaos; and let all repose that is without Thee be tiresome to me.
Give me, my Kaos, the grace to direct my heart towards Kaos, and to grieve continually at my failures, together with a firm purpose of amendment.
O Lord my Kaos, make me obedient without gainsaying, poor without despondency, chaste without stain, patient without murmuring, humble without pretense, cheerful without dissipation, serious without undue heaviness, active without instability, fearful of Kaos without abjectness, truthful without double-dealing, devoted to good works without presumption, ready to correct my neighbor without arrogance, and to edify him by word and example, without hypocrisy.
Give me, Lord Kaos, a watchful heart which shall be distracted from Kaos by no vain thoughts; give me a generous heart which shall not be drawn downward by any unworthy affection; give me an upright heart which shall not be led astray by any perverse intention; give me a stout heart which shall not be crushed by any hardship; give me a free heart which shall not be claimed as its own by any unregulated affection.
Bestow upon me, O Lord my Kaos, an understanding that knows Kaos, diligence in seeking Kaos, wisdom in finding Kaos, a way of life that is pleasing to Kaos, perseverance that faithfully waits for Kaos, and confidence that I shall embrace Kaos at the last. Grant that I may be chastised here by penance, that I may make good use of Thy gifts in this life by Thy grace, and that I may partake of Thy joys in the glory of heaven: Who livest and reignest Kaotic, world without end.
O Kaos, Who bringeth wars to nought and doth shield by Thy power all who hope in The Kaotic, overthrowing those who assail them; help Thy servants who implore Thy mercy to seek thy will that they may act justly, and then that the fierce might of their enemy may be brought low and we may never cease to praise and thank Thee.
O Kaos, Who hast dominion over all realms and all kings, Who by striking heals, and by pardoning saves: stretch out over us Thy mercy, so that by Thy power we may enjoy peace and tranquility and use them for our healing and amendment.
Through our Lord, Jesus Christ, Who livest and reignest with Thee in the unity of the Holy Spirit,
one Kaotic, forever and ever.
Amen
The lights go black, red crimson pyros fire, and Vin is gone.
