Post by The Xtremist on May 24, 2008 12:17:47 GMT -4
Emrys: No one gives me credit in Sex and Violence, they all just think I am a plain old cameraman. Little do they know I have strategically placed cameras in all of their homes, waiting to catch the vulnerable moments of each superstar. Nothing vulgar or x rated but the break downs each member can and has had. And it looks like Tony is having one now….wait is he talking to a bottle??? [/color]
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The feed to www.actionpackedwrestling.com opened with Mr. Sex and Violence himself, The One man stable, and current Xtreme Champion Tony Blackwell sitting in his two bedroom apartment back in New York. The Hardcore Soldier was sitting in one of his black leather Lazy Boy recliners, leaning forward with his head in his hands. In front of him, on a small table, was a bottle of Blackwell Blend Jägermeister and one triple shot glass. Tony seems to be on the fence on whether to drink once more, or to fight his obsession. He starts speaking to himself, having a conversation in which we can only hear half of the words spoken…
Tony: I cant do this, I cant start once more. I’ve done so well in keeping away from this drug, this poison I used to drink day in and day out.
??: Ah yes, we have done so well in staying away. What about that one night at the bar hmmm? Lets just pour the shot and get this done with. [/color]The Prince of the Blackwell Dynasty seemed to be losing his grip on reality, spiraling into a state of utter chaos and depression. Was Vin E. right in his promos, could he be correct in stating that Trevor jobbed to Tony in their title match? Did the Submission Technician speak the truth when saying that Tony thought the belt of his just off his name.
Tony: No, I fought hard for this belt and beat my brother legitimately. Everyone thinks he jobbed to me, gave me the belt for a ego boost, but they are wrong. I have defended this belt against three other men. One of those wrestlers was from the Church of Kaos as well, and yet even he felt the taste of fire.
??: But Tony, those wins were flukes. Can’t you see that Trevor needed to keep you happy to stay, to keep you around to fight Kenny? Your going to lose to this upstart fighter, just drink up so there is no more pain again. Let out your rage!
Tony yelled in frustration and grabbed his chair. Using his strength, he lifted the lazy boy chair off the ground and threw it against the wall, the same wall the camera. The device fell from its elevated position, still pointing at Tony. The Xtremist saw this, and grinned walking to the camera.
Tony: Well since you want to get this on tape, whoever you are, I will help you.
??: Yes… feed your rage…feed me!
Tony lifted the small camera and put it onto the table with the bottle. He grabbed a steel folding chair and sat down with it, looking right into the camera.
Tony: Where was I? Oh yea. Vin., I hope you get to see this, because I am about to lay down some cold hard facts. Yes, you beat me and Trevor, and the Lambardo’s are 7-0 against us. But I only saw you there for one fight, one brawl. KENNY is the one who defeated us so many times, not you. Where were you then, when he took on a multi person stable by himself? You where on the streets, being the wannabe gang banger your five point entrance and flaming red hair show you to be. You say I am unfocused, but you couldn’t be more wrong. Without my drinking to cloud my head, I have seen the truth of this place, this federation. Helping Trevor all the time held me back, forced me to fight battles that were not my own. And now I am free, allowed to focus on my title defense.
??: But Tony, how can you defeat a Lambardo? You have no charisma, no skill. You can take a chair shot that’s all. No way to win
Tony: SHUT UP, GET OUT OF MY HEAD! [/b]
Tony flipped out and stood up. As he rose the table flipped, being sent over the hands of Mr. S and V. Tony breathed heavily, letting the adrenaline thin out.
Tony: Vin, you say my salvation is at hand. Maybe your right, maybe our match will bring about the cleansing of my soul. But I am the future of hardcore. Not because of my name but my skill. You see, you think just because I have Trevor as my brother my life in this business was easy. News flash kid it wasn’t. I have had to fight for everything I received. Sure, I had more money then a average person, but I had the problems all people face. Add in the news stations trying to get every detail out of my life’s story, and you got a recipe for disaster. Vin., your hunger is good to have, and your skills are on par with many here. But you lack the experience of fighting in front of the thousands of fans in a arena. You do not have the fighting wisdom that only comes from living life both in a asylum and wrestling every day and night. That, my friend, is a cold hard fact….
??: Yesss….vent. We shall become one shortly if you continue on this path. Let your mind and emotion flow freely…
Tony fixed the camera and table, then walked into his bed room for a few minutes. He came back with the Xtreme title and a black duffle bag.
Tony: I have noticed that I never use my belt as a weapon to much. The weapon seemed to flimsy to me. But now I have figured out how to strengthen this belt, make it the weapon it needs to be. And your going to watch…
Tony dumped the duffle bag onto his table and began his work. He added razor wire to the lid, now allowing the belt to cut through his opponents in the most literal way. Tony replaced the electrical cord with a chain and padlock, allowing the Xtreme Title to be used a some range, and allow the chain to be detached and used separately. Add in a glue/napalm mixture around the entire thing, and sprinkle a little broken glass on the top and there she is. The battle ready Xtreme belt gleamed in the low light of Tony’s apartment. Whether that was from the napalm or steel chain we don’t know.
??: Yes, this weapon will fit us nicely. Good job…now just take a shot from the bottle and the rest of life will go away.
The Xtremist reached for his bottle, opened it, and inhaled the jet fuel strong oder it gave off. He smiled and threw the bottle against the wall, shattering it into hundreds of pieces. He went into his kitchen and grabbed a dustpan, sweeping the glass contents and liquor in the device, the poured them over the still setting glue and napalm.
??: NO, WE NEED THAT! Quickly, get more, there is still time for us to come out, for us to have fun.
Tony: You need it, but I don’t. No longer need I hide from my problems behind the bottle. I have slipped once, but never again. I swear upon this title, my name, and all those who watch me day in and day out fight for them. No more drinking. Go away and get out of my head…[/b]
Tony turned the camera off, leaving the belt as the last thing seen..
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Emrys: …..What the hell was that? [/b]
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The feed to www.actionpackedwrestling.com opened with Mr. Sex and Violence himself, The One man stable, and current Xtreme Champion Tony Blackwell sitting in his two bedroom apartment back in New York. The Hardcore Soldier was sitting in one of his black leather Lazy Boy recliners, leaning forward with his head in his hands. In front of him, on a small table, was a bottle of Blackwell Blend Jägermeister and one triple shot glass. Tony seems to be on the fence on whether to drink once more, or to fight his obsession. He starts speaking to himself, having a conversation in which we can only hear half of the words spoken…
Tony: I cant do this, I cant start once more. I’ve done so well in keeping away from this drug, this poison I used to drink day in and day out.
??: Ah yes, we have done so well in staying away. What about that one night at the bar hmmm? Lets just pour the shot and get this done with. [/color]The Prince of the Blackwell Dynasty seemed to be losing his grip on reality, spiraling into a state of utter chaos and depression. Was Vin E. right in his promos, could he be correct in stating that Trevor jobbed to Tony in their title match? Did the Submission Technician speak the truth when saying that Tony thought the belt of his just off his name.
Tony: No, I fought hard for this belt and beat my brother legitimately. Everyone thinks he jobbed to me, gave me the belt for a ego boost, but they are wrong. I have defended this belt against three other men. One of those wrestlers was from the Church of Kaos as well, and yet even he felt the taste of fire.
??: But Tony, those wins were flukes. Can’t you see that Trevor needed to keep you happy to stay, to keep you around to fight Kenny? Your going to lose to this upstart fighter, just drink up so there is no more pain again. Let out your rage!
Tony yelled in frustration and grabbed his chair. Using his strength, he lifted the lazy boy chair off the ground and threw it against the wall, the same wall the camera. The device fell from its elevated position, still pointing at Tony. The Xtremist saw this, and grinned walking to the camera.
Tony: Well since you want to get this on tape, whoever you are, I will help you.
??: Yes… feed your rage…feed me!
Tony lifted the small camera and put it onto the table with the bottle. He grabbed a steel folding chair and sat down with it, looking right into the camera.
Tony: Where was I? Oh yea. Vin., I hope you get to see this, because I am about to lay down some cold hard facts. Yes, you beat me and Trevor, and the Lambardo’s are 7-0 against us. But I only saw you there for one fight, one brawl. KENNY is the one who defeated us so many times, not you. Where were you then, when he took on a multi person stable by himself? You where on the streets, being the wannabe gang banger your five point entrance and flaming red hair show you to be. You say I am unfocused, but you couldn’t be more wrong. Without my drinking to cloud my head, I have seen the truth of this place, this federation. Helping Trevor all the time held me back, forced me to fight battles that were not my own. And now I am free, allowed to focus on my title defense.
??: But Tony, how can you defeat a Lambardo? You have no charisma, no skill. You can take a chair shot that’s all. No way to win
Tony: SHUT UP, GET OUT OF MY HEAD! [/b]
Tony flipped out and stood up. As he rose the table flipped, being sent over the hands of Mr. S and V. Tony breathed heavily, letting the adrenaline thin out.
Tony: Vin, you say my salvation is at hand. Maybe your right, maybe our match will bring about the cleansing of my soul. But I am the future of hardcore. Not because of my name but my skill. You see, you think just because I have Trevor as my brother my life in this business was easy. News flash kid it wasn’t. I have had to fight for everything I received. Sure, I had more money then a average person, but I had the problems all people face. Add in the news stations trying to get every detail out of my life’s story, and you got a recipe for disaster. Vin., your hunger is good to have, and your skills are on par with many here. But you lack the experience of fighting in front of the thousands of fans in a arena. You do not have the fighting wisdom that only comes from living life both in a asylum and wrestling every day and night. That, my friend, is a cold hard fact….
??: Yesss….vent. We shall become one shortly if you continue on this path. Let your mind and emotion flow freely…
Tony fixed the camera and table, then walked into his bed room for a few minutes. He came back with the Xtreme title and a black duffle bag.
Tony: I have noticed that I never use my belt as a weapon to much. The weapon seemed to flimsy to me. But now I have figured out how to strengthen this belt, make it the weapon it needs to be. And your going to watch…
Tony dumped the duffle bag onto his table and began his work. He added razor wire to the lid, now allowing the belt to cut through his opponents in the most literal way. Tony replaced the electrical cord with a chain and padlock, allowing the Xtreme Title to be used a some range, and allow the chain to be detached and used separately. Add in a glue/napalm mixture around the entire thing, and sprinkle a little broken glass on the top and there she is. The battle ready Xtreme belt gleamed in the low light of Tony’s apartment. Whether that was from the napalm or steel chain we don’t know.
??: Yes, this weapon will fit us nicely. Good job…now just take a shot from the bottle and the rest of life will go away.
The Xtremist reached for his bottle, opened it, and inhaled the jet fuel strong oder it gave off. He smiled and threw the bottle against the wall, shattering it into hundreds of pieces. He went into his kitchen and grabbed a dustpan, sweeping the glass contents and liquor in the device, the poured them over the still setting glue and napalm.
??: NO, WE NEED THAT! Quickly, get more, there is still time for us to come out, for us to have fun.
Tony: You need it, but I don’t. No longer need I hide from my problems behind the bottle. I have slipped once, but never again. I swear upon this title, my name, and all those who watch me day in and day out fight for them. No more drinking. Go away and get out of my head…[/b]
Tony turned the camera off, leaving the belt as the last thing seen..
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Emrys: …..What the hell was that? [/b]
