Post by THERE IS A GOD on May 24, 2008 0:33:42 GMT -4
BZZZ… BZZZ… BZZZ…
Thursday, May 22, 2008, 0700 hours:
The alarm sounded, but the ever to well trained marine had already been awake for the past hour. He pulled an arm from around Diana to slap the off button on the clock, next to their bed. He pulled Diana’s back closer into his chest, and kissed her softly on her neck.
He whispered. “Time to get up, baby…”
Sgt. Kenny Lambardo. Action Packed Wrestling’s World Heavyweight Champion. The man was the pinnacle of human output in every sense of the phrase. Tall, lean, and cut like an Olympian. Everything that he did was smoother than it should be… almost inhuman… almost godly… He was soft, but when the time would come, not ever Tony Blackwell was hitting any harder.
Since his turn on ‘The Career Killer’ the godly one has created the first Church of Kaos, leaving Kenny Lambardo to wield the world’s largest CoK. His friendship with President Jeff has turned him into the company man that APW needed. It has also had its benefits, controversial as they may be. Then again, we are dealing with the most controversial man in APW.
Now he walks into this match with Trevor again. Iron Man… Last Man Standing… It didn’t matter what you wanted to call it, to the marine this was another match with Trevor Blackwell. This time there was nothing that was to be proven, or gained from this. From where Trevor Blackwell had everything to win, Sgt. Kenny Lambardo was the one that had everything to loose. Not only the World Heavyweight Championship, mind you…
Diana smiled, and turned. She wrapped her arms over his shoulders, and gave him a quick kiss.
‘That Girl’ Diana Steel was absolute magnificence wrapped in a banging little package that would make Kenny worship the ground she walked on if only for the asking. Not like Kenny would admit to, or even say anything of the sort, but that was Kenny Lambardo after all.
The two we’re engaged, and incredibly in love. It was nothing could ever stop it. Nothing would ever be powerful enough to tear her from him, or vice-a-versa. Fuck the other dudes! Fuck the Superhero! This girl, ‘That Girl’, ‘My Goddess’ was there forever, whether ya liked it or not!
“I love being woken like that.” She said promptly after.
Kenny smiled. “Well how about like this?”
His holiness disappeared under the blanket. Diana gasped, and gripped the blankets. Her back arched as she bit her bottom lip. She slammed back down to the bed, and there was a knock at the door.
“Mommy?” You could hear the voice of Skylar on the other side of the door.
Kenny groaned to himself in sexual frustration.
“Yes sweetheart?” Diana answered as Kenny appeared from under the covers.
“When is breakfast going to be here? I’m hungry.” Skylar said as she opened the door.
“Soon, baby girl,” Kenny said with a smile, “I’m going to order room service right now.”
“Thank you Kenny.” Skylar said blushing.
His lord rolled to grab the phone from the nightstand, as the goddess stretched before taking her daughter out of the room by the hand. Kenny ordered breakfast, and everybody was going through their morning routines…
With the wedding only about two weeks away, things were starting to get stressful. The stresses were then magnified by the stresses of the other, and so on, and so worth. It was a funny thing that love did, when it did that to you. Couples always had there spouts, and some of them may be life altering, but at the end of the day you still go to sleep with the one you love.
Mayhem was right around, and that was going to help. Something to fight for, and something to pour the aggression into. Mayhem was a place for healing, and let the healing begin! Once more will we see Diana and Spirit be Tag Team Champions! Once again will we see Trevor Blackwell loose against a man that has always been far his superior, Sgt. Kenny Lambardo.
0850 hours:
We come to find Diana, and Kenny sitting around a small glass table in the kitchen area of their hotel suite. Both had ready for the day, each with a cup of coffee in hand, while they waited for Skylar to finish in the shower, and get changed.
“So what time is breakfast getting here?” Diana asked. “I’m beginning to get a little hungry myself.”
“I told them to be here around nine.” Kenny answered. “I figured that would be enough time for everyone to get ready, and stuff.”
“Trevor should be here just around that time.”
The champ looked less than amused by the statement.
“What do you mean that he’s going to be here, period?” The sergeant was sure to hold back as much of his rage as he could.
“He’s coming to pick up Skylar.” Diana responded with sadness in her voice. “My visitation is over.”
“I feel like we just got her.” Kenny responded a bit saddened as well.
With that came the sound of the doorbell. Lambardo took a quick sip of his coffee cup before promptly going to answer the door.
“Trevor…” He said disappointed to see who was on the other side.
Trevor stood in the door with a metal cart behind him. The marine saw this, and began to put a story together in his head. He looked further down the hall to see one of the hotel employees laid out next to a broken Singapore Cane.
“‘The Career Killer’ Trevor Blackwell…” The inner KaotiK within the soul of a marine twisted from within. “The man that would take whatever he could from you to make himself look good. He had a lucky break to grab that moniker. Took out a couple of low rate jobbers back in like 2002, and has been riding it ever since. The last person that he claimed to take out was Vinnie Hardcore. Last I checked Vinnie had a match after that match with Trevor, so I don’t care where the injuries came from, it wasn’t Trevor Blackwell that took him out. Second of all when it came to Vinnie, the rumor around the backstage area is that he should be making a reappearance in APW soon, and that would make him yet another career that wasn’t killed by Trevor Blackwell.”
And then it continued. “So what would be the career that he killed before that? Brian J. Greatness? Wait a minute… Doesn’t Greatness has a match at Mayhem true. We can’t wait to see him finally come out with a moniker that fits him. Like ‘The Pathological Liar’ Trevor Blackwell. The fans would just chant: Trevor is a liar! It would be great. Well, at least we think that would be funny.”
“Look,” Trevor said as he pushed himself past Lambardo, and pulled the cart into his gut, “I brought you breakfast.”
The sergeant yanked the cart from Trevor’s hand, clanging around the food inside.
“I have no clue how you don’t get arrested for this shit.” Lambardo said as he rolled the cart towards the kitchen.
“Hey,” Trevor had to respond, “you have your tricks, and I have mine.”
From there the bathroom door opens, and nine year old Skylar appeared, dressed and ready to go. She ran up to Trevor with wide arms, and ‘The Hardcore King’ came to a knee to hug his daughter.
“Daddy!” Skylar yelped as she embraced the love that only a Hardcore Dad can give.
Skylar was the beautiful result of a horrible mistake that Diana made years ago. A bad lower herself to the same level as a Blackwell. A man that would beat his way through every situation he could, and only when that didn’t happen would he think about it. Show me a man that has to resort to that, and I’ll show you a man that fears everything he touches.
The group collected in the kitchen. They set the table, and gathered for breakfast. Somewhere along the way Trevor was invited. The marine was pretty sure that Big Daddy Blackwell invited himself.
Trevor Blackwell, and Kenny Lambardo had been the best of friends. They have their scuffs like all friends do, and were even nominated for WWC feud of the year. Somewhere along the line though, as it was, Kenny would want what Kenny wants. What does that mean? It means that Sgt. Kenny Lambardo is the man that gets what is his, and cannot live in the shadow of a lesser being, and that is exactly the term that would best be used when compared to the marine, lesser. Most people would ask why he just hasn’t been taking out by now. Why does he breathe? That question has been my favorite so far. The answer was simple as three words. Diana, and Skylar. He would always do what was best for them. Never hurt them, and never make things harder. In a situation like this though. Things just keep getting harder on a man, and it will never stop him from thinking or feeling the truth.
0920 hours…
“It burns doesn’t it?” That KaotiK voice began in the back of his head. “It burns us so much. It burns to see, to know, to have proof… How to we lay with her after what she has done to us. How are we so forgiving of her, when she is constantly moving back and forth, using us like a Springboard. How do we lay with her when she has lied with him, the greatest of all out foes, Trevor Blackwell. And now he sits with us, and eats with us at our table. He would like nothing more than to destroy us, and the very thing that makes us who we are! We must sit here, and break bread with the man that would take everything that we care for away, and I ask you why? Why Kenny Lambardo? Why? For what purpose, what does this serve? Why must you consistently put us through the torment of this?”
“I love you, baby.” Kenny said before giving Diana a soft kiss, while they took the last of the food over to the table.
Diana sat across from Skylar, while Trevor sat across from the man that had just beaten him but a few days ago.
“Will you two cut that out when you’re in front of Skylar.” Trevor commanded.
“Who the hell does he think he is to talk to us like that?” The voice in the back of the KaotiK mind began to speak again. “He comes to sit at OUR table. He eats at OUR home. He was made welcome in OUR home. Who the hell is he to command anything? What the hell has Trevor Blackwell commanded in his whole life? Respect, that was definitely the wrong answer. Hmm… Let’s think… Does he deserve a kick in the CoK? Bingo! This man commands us like he has the weight of an authority to back him up. Trevor Blackwell is truly a victim of his own hype. It’s quite pathetic we think. He thinks that he has something over us that he can command us like he did the Hurricane? He thinks that just because he holds something over Jeff that he holds something over us too. The poor man is sadly mistaken. It doesn’t matter what secrets that he holds. Or what truths to be found, we will still not be defeated by the likes of him!
Lambardo smiled as he passed a salt shaker to his opponent this week at Mayhem.
“Salt for your wounds?” Kenny asked slyly
Trevor took the shaker with a forced smile as he glanced to his daughter.
“Thank you, Kenny.” Trevor replied gritting his teeth.
“Mommy,” Skylar’s turn to but in. “What does salt in the wounds mean?”
“Don’t worry about it sweetheart.” Diana answered. “I’ll tell you later. Just eat you’re breakfast, okay.”
Trevor stabbed a fork quite viciously into a sausage link, and shook it violently at Lambardo.
“Sausage?” Trevor asked.
No one saw it, but Kenny tightened his legs with that one.
“No thanks.” Kenny replied. “From what I hear, you need all the meat that you can get.”
Diana snickered to herself.
It was the one good thing that came to being engaged to the mother of your opponent’s child. There was an amazing amount of information that gets thrown your way. You get to here stories of impotence, and erectile dysfunction. The greatest thing that you could have ever heard was Trevor Blackwell in bed was about fifteen minutes from foreplay to Final Fantasy. Diana always says its as if it never happened, and if half of what I hear about this boy is true, I wouldn’t admit to having done anything either.
“That’s it!” Trevor got up in a huff. “Let’s go Skylar, we’re leaving.”
Trevor took his daughter by the hand.
“Why?” Skylar asks as she pulls away.
“Nothing honey.” Trevor responded. “Daddy just needs to get out of here before somebody has an accident.”
“No.” The marine stood from his chair. “I’m leaving. Sit down and have breakfast with your family. This is something that you have to do that I can’t get involved with.”
“What’s going on sweetheart?” Diana looked towards her fiancé confused.
“Nothing, I just think it would be better if I went, and found Vin.” Kenny answered. “I think that I shouldn’t be here right now. Please don’t hate me.”
He gave Diana a quick kiss, and then one to Skylar’s forehead. The sergeant exited the building walking down the hall.
“Why?” The voice was ever present now. “Why couldn’t you let us tell her the truth. That if we had to be in his presence while he pretended to be the family man that we were going to tear him limb from fucking limb. You are trying to have a family with our girl, and for that above all things else will he pay. If he couldn’t even get Vin off his neck, what the hell are we going to do to him. In all the years that Blackwells have been facing Lambardos there has never once been a victory on the side of the Blackwells, and we are not about to let that happen now. The career scores are Lambardos at nine, and Blackwells at zero, so I say that we hit that lucky number eleven at Mayhem, because it might be a last man standing match, but with any luck, at the end we’re all going to a funeral.
Thursday, May 22, 2008, 0700 hours:
The alarm sounded, but the ever to well trained marine had already been awake for the past hour. He pulled an arm from around Diana to slap the off button on the clock, next to their bed. He pulled Diana’s back closer into his chest, and kissed her softly on her neck.
He whispered. “Time to get up, baby…”
Sgt. Kenny Lambardo. Action Packed Wrestling’s World Heavyweight Champion. The man was the pinnacle of human output in every sense of the phrase. Tall, lean, and cut like an Olympian. Everything that he did was smoother than it should be… almost inhuman… almost godly… He was soft, but when the time would come, not ever Tony Blackwell was hitting any harder.
Since his turn on ‘The Career Killer’ the godly one has created the first Church of Kaos, leaving Kenny Lambardo to wield the world’s largest CoK. His friendship with President Jeff has turned him into the company man that APW needed. It has also had its benefits, controversial as they may be. Then again, we are dealing with the most controversial man in APW.
Now he walks into this match with Trevor again. Iron Man… Last Man Standing… It didn’t matter what you wanted to call it, to the marine this was another match with Trevor Blackwell. This time there was nothing that was to be proven, or gained from this. From where Trevor Blackwell had everything to win, Sgt. Kenny Lambardo was the one that had everything to loose. Not only the World Heavyweight Championship, mind you…
Diana smiled, and turned. She wrapped her arms over his shoulders, and gave him a quick kiss.
‘That Girl’ Diana Steel was absolute magnificence wrapped in a banging little package that would make Kenny worship the ground she walked on if only for the asking. Not like Kenny would admit to, or even say anything of the sort, but that was Kenny Lambardo after all.
The two we’re engaged, and incredibly in love. It was nothing could ever stop it. Nothing would ever be powerful enough to tear her from him, or vice-a-versa. Fuck the other dudes! Fuck the Superhero! This girl, ‘That Girl’, ‘My Goddess’ was there forever, whether ya liked it or not!
“I love being woken like that.” She said promptly after.
Kenny smiled. “Well how about like this?”
His holiness disappeared under the blanket. Diana gasped, and gripped the blankets. Her back arched as she bit her bottom lip. She slammed back down to the bed, and there was a knock at the door.
“Mommy?” You could hear the voice of Skylar on the other side of the door.
Kenny groaned to himself in sexual frustration.
“Yes sweetheart?” Diana answered as Kenny appeared from under the covers.
“When is breakfast going to be here? I’m hungry.” Skylar said as she opened the door.
“Soon, baby girl,” Kenny said with a smile, “I’m going to order room service right now.”
“Thank you Kenny.” Skylar said blushing.
His lord rolled to grab the phone from the nightstand, as the goddess stretched before taking her daughter out of the room by the hand. Kenny ordered breakfast, and everybody was going through their morning routines…
With the wedding only about two weeks away, things were starting to get stressful. The stresses were then magnified by the stresses of the other, and so on, and so worth. It was a funny thing that love did, when it did that to you. Couples always had there spouts, and some of them may be life altering, but at the end of the day you still go to sleep with the one you love.
Mayhem was right around, and that was going to help. Something to fight for, and something to pour the aggression into. Mayhem was a place for healing, and let the healing begin! Once more will we see Diana and Spirit be Tag Team Champions! Once again will we see Trevor Blackwell loose against a man that has always been far his superior, Sgt. Kenny Lambardo.
0850 hours:
We come to find Diana, and Kenny sitting around a small glass table in the kitchen area of their hotel suite. Both had ready for the day, each with a cup of coffee in hand, while they waited for Skylar to finish in the shower, and get changed.
“So what time is breakfast getting here?” Diana asked. “I’m beginning to get a little hungry myself.”
“I told them to be here around nine.” Kenny answered. “I figured that would be enough time for everyone to get ready, and stuff.”
“Trevor should be here just around that time.”
The champ looked less than amused by the statement.
“What do you mean that he’s going to be here, period?” The sergeant was sure to hold back as much of his rage as he could.
“He’s coming to pick up Skylar.” Diana responded with sadness in her voice. “My visitation is over.”
“I feel like we just got her.” Kenny responded a bit saddened as well.
With that came the sound of the doorbell. Lambardo took a quick sip of his coffee cup before promptly going to answer the door.
“Trevor…” He said disappointed to see who was on the other side.
Trevor stood in the door with a metal cart behind him. The marine saw this, and began to put a story together in his head. He looked further down the hall to see one of the hotel employees laid out next to a broken Singapore Cane.
“‘The Career Killer’ Trevor Blackwell…” The inner KaotiK within the soul of a marine twisted from within. “The man that would take whatever he could from you to make himself look good. He had a lucky break to grab that moniker. Took out a couple of low rate jobbers back in like 2002, and has been riding it ever since. The last person that he claimed to take out was Vinnie Hardcore. Last I checked Vinnie had a match after that match with Trevor, so I don’t care where the injuries came from, it wasn’t Trevor Blackwell that took him out. Second of all when it came to Vinnie, the rumor around the backstage area is that he should be making a reappearance in APW soon, and that would make him yet another career that wasn’t killed by Trevor Blackwell.”
And then it continued. “So what would be the career that he killed before that? Brian J. Greatness? Wait a minute… Doesn’t Greatness has a match at Mayhem true. We can’t wait to see him finally come out with a moniker that fits him. Like ‘The Pathological Liar’ Trevor Blackwell. The fans would just chant: Trevor is a liar! It would be great. Well, at least we think that would be funny.”
“Look,” Trevor said as he pushed himself past Lambardo, and pulled the cart into his gut, “I brought you breakfast.”
The sergeant yanked the cart from Trevor’s hand, clanging around the food inside.
“I have no clue how you don’t get arrested for this shit.” Lambardo said as he rolled the cart towards the kitchen.
“Hey,” Trevor had to respond, “you have your tricks, and I have mine.”
From there the bathroom door opens, and nine year old Skylar appeared, dressed and ready to go. She ran up to Trevor with wide arms, and ‘The Hardcore King’ came to a knee to hug his daughter.
“Daddy!” Skylar yelped as she embraced the love that only a Hardcore Dad can give.
Skylar was the beautiful result of a horrible mistake that Diana made years ago. A bad lower herself to the same level as a Blackwell. A man that would beat his way through every situation he could, and only when that didn’t happen would he think about it. Show me a man that has to resort to that, and I’ll show you a man that fears everything he touches.
The group collected in the kitchen. They set the table, and gathered for breakfast. Somewhere along the way Trevor was invited. The marine was pretty sure that Big Daddy Blackwell invited himself.
Trevor Blackwell, and Kenny Lambardo had been the best of friends. They have their scuffs like all friends do, and were even nominated for WWC feud of the year. Somewhere along the line though, as it was, Kenny would want what Kenny wants. What does that mean? It means that Sgt. Kenny Lambardo is the man that gets what is his, and cannot live in the shadow of a lesser being, and that is exactly the term that would best be used when compared to the marine, lesser. Most people would ask why he just hasn’t been taking out by now. Why does he breathe? That question has been my favorite so far. The answer was simple as three words. Diana, and Skylar. He would always do what was best for them. Never hurt them, and never make things harder. In a situation like this though. Things just keep getting harder on a man, and it will never stop him from thinking or feeling the truth.
0920 hours…
“It burns doesn’t it?” That KaotiK voice began in the back of his head. “It burns us so much. It burns to see, to know, to have proof… How to we lay with her after what she has done to us. How are we so forgiving of her, when she is constantly moving back and forth, using us like a Springboard. How do we lay with her when she has lied with him, the greatest of all out foes, Trevor Blackwell. And now he sits with us, and eats with us at our table. He would like nothing more than to destroy us, and the very thing that makes us who we are! We must sit here, and break bread with the man that would take everything that we care for away, and I ask you why? Why Kenny Lambardo? Why? For what purpose, what does this serve? Why must you consistently put us through the torment of this?”
“I love you, baby.” Kenny said before giving Diana a soft kiss, while they took the last of the food over to the table.
Diana sat across from Skylar, while Trevor sat across from the man that had just beaten him but a few days ago.
“Will you two cut that out when you’re in front of Skylar.” Trevor commanded.
“Who the hell does he think he is to talk to us like that?” The voice in the back of the KaotiK mind began to speak again. “He comes to sit at OUR table. He eats at OUR home. He was made welcome in OUR home. Who the hell is he to command anything? What the hell has Trevor Blackwell commanded in his whole life? Respect, that was definitely the wrong answer. Hmm… Let’s think… Does he deserve a kick in the CoK? Bingo! This man commands us like he has the weight of an authority to back him up. Trevor Blackwell is truly a victim of his own hype. It’s quite pathetic we think. He thinks that he has something over us that he can command us like he did the Hurricane? He thinks that just because he holds something over Jeff that he holds something over us too. The poor man is sadly mistaken. It doesn’t matter what secrets that he holds. Or what truths to be found, we will still not be defeated by the likes of him!
Lambardo smiled as he passed a salt shaker to his opponent this week at Mayhem.
“Salt for your wounds?” Kenny asked slyly
Trevor took the shaker with a forced smile as he glanced to his daughter.
“Thank you, Kenny.” Trevor replied gritting his teeth.
“Mommy,” Skylar’s turn to but in. “What does salt in the wounds mean?”
“Don’t worry about it sweetheart.” Diana answered. “I’ll tell you later. Just eat you’re breakfast, okay.”
Trevor stabbed a fork quite viciously into a sausage link, and shook it violently at Lambardo.
“Sausage?” Trevor asked.
No one saw it, but Kenny tightened his legs with that one.
“No thanks.” Kenny replied. “From what I hear, you need all the meat that you can get.”
Diana snickered to herself.
It was the one good thing that came to being engaged to the mother of your opponent’s child. There was an amazing amount of information that gets thrown your way. You get to here stories of impotence, and erectile dysfunction. The greatest thing that you could have ever heard was Trevor Blackwell in bed was about fifteen minutes from foreplay to Final Fantasy. Diana always says its as if it never happened, and if half of what I hear about this boy is true, I wouldn’t admit to having done anything either.
“That’s it!” Trevor got up in a huff. “Let’s go Skylar, we’re leaving.”
Trevor took his daughter by the hand.
“Why?” Skylar asks as she pulls away.
“Nothing honey.” Trevor responded. “Daddy just needs to get out of here before somebody has an accident.”
“No.” The marine stood from his chair. “I’m leaving. Sit down and have breakfast with your family. This is something that you have to do that I can’t get involved with.”
“What’s going on sweetheart?” Diana looked towards her fiancé confused.
“Nothing, I just think it would be better if I went, and found Vin.” Kenny answered. “I think that I shouldn’t be here right now. Please don’t hate me.”
He gave Diana a quick kiss, and then one to Skylar’s forehead. The sergeant exited the building walking down the hall.
“Why?” The voice was ever present now. “Why couldn’t you let us tell her the truth. That if we had to be in his presence while he pretended to be the family man that we were going to tear him limb from fucking limb. You are trying to have a family with our girl, and for that above all things else will he pay. If he couldn’t even get Vin off his neck, what the hell are we going to do to him. In all the years that Blackwells have been facing Lambardos there has never once been a victory on the side of the Blackwells, and we are not about to let that happen now. The career scores are Lambardos at nine, and Blackwells at zero, so I say that we hit that lucky number eleven at Mayhem, because it might be a last man standing match, but with any luck, at the end we’re all going to a funeral.
