Post by Chris McKenzie on Mar 18, 2012 3:27:46 GMT -4
» BRING HOME THE GOLD «
It was the day that McKenzie was meant to leave due to APW’s RassleMania being less than forty eight hours away. However he just happened to be a little bit behind schedule due to his girlfriends “needs” or at least that’s how she put it. McKenzie stood in their bedroom pulling his pants on with his attention focused in the direction in which Bridgette was standing.
“You know this was something we could have done last night, and now I am possibly late for my flight woman.” stated McKenzie while buttoning up his designer jeans. He picked up a t-shirt there on the floor and quickly slid it over his body before sitting down to put his shoes on. “Come on Bridgette, you are driving me to the airport and you’re taking forever.”
“We did do it last night. And today, and you loved it so stop bitching.” She said with a smirk, as she began to put her own jeans and shirt on. “Besides, what better way to ring in another win then with a pre-match, pre-win celebration? Or...don't you know me at all?”
At the point he had his shoes on he stood up and turned around looking at her rolling his eyes a bit. “Don’t even try and pull that. You know that I know you better than you know yourself some days.” He kind of gave one of his own little smirks. It just showed how cocky he could be when the nature called for it. “And I’m cool with a pre-celebration. After all we both know that I am going to leave the Suicidal Champion at RassleMania. However you could have let me know this pre-celebration was going to go down so I could have you know booked a later flight. But of course that would be using logic, and you never have any.”
“Fuck off, I have logic. But why would I tell you a surprise, when it's supposed to be a surprise? Plus, it ruins the spontaneity of it, and we both know nothing is better than a quick, out of the blue fuck. Especially with me. I mean, after all, I am the best you ever had.” She said, with a wink as she slipped on her shoes and headed out the bedroom door. “Now, are you gonna fucking come or what?’ Cause I have a nail appointment in an hour and dropping you off to go 'rassle' is at the bottom of my to-do list, yanno.” She continued, looking over at Chris with a smirk on her face. He knew she was joking, but she said it anyway.
“Best I ever had? Yeah that’s still up in the air.” Of course he was giving her shit and she knew it, but he got off on grinding her gears every so often. He grabbed a hold of his suitcase that was leaning up against their closet wall. He picked it up before grabbing his sun glasses off the top of the dresser slipping them on. “Oh and that nail appointment you are talking about, We both know who pays for things like that since you never want to spend your own money. So If I wanted to be a complete dick. I could totally ruin your little appointment and not have a care in the world. I can leave later today, you’ll have to reschedule that appointment for another time. Going to stop giving me lip now? After all my zipper isn’t undone so therefore no need for you to be opening your mouth.” A lot of people could consider that crossing a line, and most women would fly off the handle for the ‘disrespect’ but Bridgette knew that’s how he was and that he was doing it just to get under his skin. She had dealt with it for so long it didn’t bother her. McKenzie just stood there smirking like the arrogant prick he was.
“And what? You think rescheduling your flight will stop me from going to my nail appointment? Oh you silly, silly rabbit. I guess you just don't know me as well as you think.” Bridgette says, as she winks at him before heading down the stairs and to leave the house. “And y u lie for? You know damn well I'm the best you ever had, I mean...how many times have you left me only to come back? And, I mean as amazing as my personality is, I highly doubt that's the only reason you kept coming back to me. I mean, it's either my sweet personality or you just love the way my...pie tastes. You know, hot and creamy...” She said, with yet another wink. “Now hurry your slow ass up, the pool boy'll be here by the time I get back and, I think it's time to break out the bikini's...mmm Roberto, you latin sex pistol you..” Naturally, she was kidding, Chris was the only guy for her but, it was all a part of their 'thing'. They'd tease each other, they'd taunt each other and say things they never meant, but at the end of the day Bridgette and Chris were as close as any two people could possibly be.
McKenzie shook his head a little bit knowing that she was talking out her ass. “One: I keep coming back, and you keep welcoming me back. It’s a two way street babe; you clearly like what I am bringing to the table. I’ve had you sprung since you with just an innocent little nineteen year old girl.” Bridgette just glared at him seeing as there was nothing innocent about her at that age. After all she was sleeping with him… who was at the time married. “Two: You know damn well this little pool boy can’t do the things I do or make you scream the things I’ve made you scream. Keep running back to him all you want, but compared to me he’s nothing more than a little boy.” Of course he knew there was no pool boy, but he’d play along with the joke just to amuse her and to do their little ‘thing’ that they do. He made his way around her and to the front door. “And three: I hope you enjoy this time by yourself. Because when I come back and I bring the gold home. You are going to have no choice but to get on your knees over and over again for a true champion. Just the way you like, now let’s go before I’m late.”
McKenzie grabbed the door and pulled it open before walking out it. Bridgette simply shook her head a little bit as she grabbed the keys off the little hook there by the front door and walked out the door closing it behind her. These last few days were nice for him to be home and to spend time with his woman. However it was all about business once again and McKenzie had to do whatever it took to leave with the Suicidal Championship. After all losing wasn’t an option for him and it was time for him to bring gold home once again.
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In exactly twenty four hours RassleMania VIII was set to take place for APW. With it being twenty four hours away the Virus known as Chris McKenzie took it upon himself to get a hold of a APW camera crew and shoot a little something. It was kind of like his final thoughts before the big event and it was something that people should hear especially the likes of his opponent. As the cameras opened up there was Chris McKenzie standing there in a dark setting with a single spotlight shined down on him. It didn’t take him long at all to begin speaking.
“Michael Callahan – You have been quite the superstar on the Asylum brand. You have made quite the name for yourself. People are talking about you being one of the best Suicidal Champions in the company’s history despite you intentionally running and refusing to compete under the rules set for the championship. You’ve made such an impression on people that they are actually calling you a future World Champion. I am sure that goes your ego a whole lot of good. I am sure you are just eating that right up. I am also sure you love every second of it. But here’s where your entire world comes crashing down and I am going to be the reason it comes crashing down.”
There was a small pause right then. McKenzie wanted to be sure that he had Callahan’s attention and everyone else’s attention seeing as the next couple words that came out of his mouth were going to be so crucial. These words were really going to set the tone when it came to the match between the two of them in twenty four hours. That’s just how important these words were going to be to him and everyone else.
“At RassleMania, all the dreams and hopes that you had. All the things that people were telling you and all the things that you were looking forward to are going to cease to exist. I don’t see you as a great champion. You proved that you are a coward when you decided to duck and dodge things. You refuse to compete under the action conditions of the title. You refuse to actually test yourself and you’ve refused for the longest time to take on anyone with real talent. Sadly for you though, I am made of real talent. I am talent and I have been for the last six years I have been a part of this business. Callahan, I am going to make you regret being a coward. I am going to make you regret pulling the stunts you’ve pulled the last several months. I am going to make you regret ever entering this business. But most importantly though, I am going to take away the one thing that you care about and that being the Suicidal Championship and there isn’t a damn thing you can do about it.”
Certainly that wasn’t going to go over very well with Callahan. In fact there was a good chance that he would have a lot to say about McKenzie taking his championship. However when he got in the ring with McKenzie, it would be a completely different story. Callahan wouldn’t want to lose the championship but there was no way he’d actually want to fight McKenzie and even if he attempted it. It wouldn’t make a difference because there’s not a chance that Callahan would be able to actually survive a fight with the man that was known as Virus.
“It doesn’t end there though Callahan. You see while everyone is claiming you are a future Heavyweight Champion and why you are looking forward to making that goal a reality, it isn’t going to happen. As a guy that has been World Heavyweight Champion in this business a total of six times. I can tell you right now you do not have the skills to be a future Heavyweight Champion. I am not exactly sure what people are thinking or what they really see in you to say something like that, but then again this the wrestling business and the majority of people in this business have no idea what the hell they are even talking about and that is a proven fact. You might be good at using politics to get what you want Callahan. You might be good at running your mouth. You might be good at taking the easy route in things. You might even be good enough to get people talking about you and riding your jock like you are the greatest thing to hit this business. But there’s a big difference between doing what you are doing and actually getting in the ring to use skills to make it all become a reality. You just don’t have the ring talent or the mental ability to go through all the hardships of becoming a Heavyweight Championship. You are one of those people that will quit like a bitch just the moment things get hard. Not to mention Callahan, I literally refuse to let you become a World Champion here in APW before I do. Call me selfish, but it isn’t going to happen. Once again, I’ll personally see to it and you don’t have the slightest say so in the matter nor will you be able to stop it.”
McKenzie had quite the ego which was kind of ironic seeing as he was running Callahan down for his ego but in the mind of the Virus there was a big difference. The last six years McKenzie has proven exactly why he deserves to have an ego. He has done it all and then some, but the same couldn’t be said for Callahan. He hadn’t been around as long as and in McKenzie’s mind he hadn’t really proven a damn thing. Soon enough though, he would have too. Just then McKenzie looked up at the cameras and began speaking for the final time.
“In twenty four hours Callahan. I will stay true to my word. Your entire world as you know it will come crashing down around you. You are going to need help leaving that arena. You are going to be a broken and bloody mess. You are going to have no choice at all but to realize that your career has officially taken a turn for the worse. You are going to have no other choice but to realize that you have been infected with a deadly virus. One in which there is no cure for and once in which you will never ever be able to survive. At the end of the night on RassleMania, I am going to be standing the middle of that ring as the new Suicidal Champion and you are going to slowly drift off into being completely irrelevant. You know what’s kind of odd though? They call that title the Suicidal Championship but by the time I am done with you. They are going to need to change it to the Homicidal Championship. Because I am going to straight murder you!”
A sickening little chuckle escaped the lips of McKenzie. That chuckle told people that McKenzie was more than a little of his rocker and that when he got in the ring with Callahan tomorrow night he was going to seriously hurt the man. Just then the cameras faded out to black putting an end to the promo. Now there was only thing left to do and that would be to watch the event. Would McKenzie make it all come true? Or would Callahan be able to once again to escape as champion? All of those questions and more would be answered tomorrow night at APW’s biggest event of the year.
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It was the day that McKenzie was meant to leave due to APW’s RassleMania being less than forty eight hours away. However he just happened to be a little bit behind schedule due to his girlfriends “needs” or at least that’s how she put it. McKenzie stood in their bedroom pulling his pants on with his attention focused in the direction in which Bridgette was standing.
“You know this was something we could have done last night, and now I am possibly late for my flight woman.” stated McKenzie while buttoning up his designer jeans. He picked up a t-shirt there on the floor and quickly slid it over his body before sitting down to put his shoes on. “Come on Bridgette, you are driving me to the airport and you’re taking forever.”
“We did do it last night. And today, and you loved it so stop bitching.” She said with a smirk, as she began to put her own jeans and shirt on. “Besides, what better way to ring in another win then with a pre-match, pre-win celebration? Or...don't you know me at all?”
At the point he had his shoes on he stood up and turned around looking at her rolling his eyes a bit. “Don’t even try and pull that. You know that I know you better than you know yourself some days.” He kind of gave one of his own little smirks. It just showed how cocky he could be when the nature called for it. “And I’m cool with a pre-celebration. After all we both know that I am going to leave the Suicidal Champion at RassleMania. However you could have let me know this pre-celebration was going to go down so I could have you know booked a later flight. But of course that would be using logic, and you never have any.”
“Fuck off, I have logic. But why would I tell you a surprise, when it's supposed to be a surprise? Plus, it ruins the spontaneity of it, and we both know nothing is better than a quick, out of the blue fuck. Especially with me. I mean, after all, I am the best you ever had.” She said, with a wink as she slipped on her shoes and headed out the bedroom door. “Now, are you gonna fucking come or what?’ Cause I have a nail appointment in an hour and dropping you off to go 'rassle' is at the bottom of my to-do list, yanno.” She continued, looking over at Chris with a smirk on her face. He knew she was joking, but she said it anyway.
“Best I ever had? Yeah that’s still up in the air.” Of course he was giving her shit and she knew it, but he got off on grinding her gears every so often. He grabbed a hold of his suitcase that was leaning up against their closet wall. He picked it up before grabbing his sun glasses off the top of the dresser slipping them on. “Oh and that nail appointment you are talking about, We both know who pays for things like that since you never want to spend your own money. So If I wanted to be a complete dick. I could totally ruin your little appointment and not have a care in the world. I can leave later today, you’ll have to reschedule that appointment for another time. Going to stop giving me lip now? After all my zipper isn’t undone so therefore no need for you to be opening your mouth.” A lot of people could consider that crossing a line, and most women would fly off the handle for the ‘disrespect’ but Bridgette knew that’s how he was and that he was doing it just to get under his skin. She had dealt with it for so long it didn’t bother her. McKenzie just stood there smirking like the arrogant prick he was.
“And what? You think rescheduling your flight will stop me from going to my nail appointment? Oh you silly, silly rabbit. I guess you just don't know me as well as you think.” Bridgette says, as she winks at him before heading down the stairs and to leave the house. “And y u lie for? You know damn well I'm the best you ever had, I mean...how many times have you left me only to come back? And, I mean as amazing as my personality is, I highly doubt that's the only reason you kept coming back to me. I mean, it's either my sweet personality or you just love the way my...pie tastes. You know, hot and creamy...” She said, with yet another wink. “Now hurry your slow ass up, the pool boy'll be here by the time I get back and, I think it's time to break out the bikini's...mmm Roberto, you latin sex pistol you..” Naturally, she was kidding, Chris was the only guy for her but, it was all a part of their 'thing'. They'd tease each other, they'd taunt each other and say things they never meant, but at the end of the day Bridgette and Chris were as close as any two people could possibly be.
McKenzie shook his head a little bit knowing that she was talking out her ass. “One: I keep coming back, and you keep welcoming me back. It’s a two way street babe; you clearly like what I am bringing to the table. I’ve had you sprung since you with just an innocent little nineteen year old girl.” Bridgette just glared at him seeing as there was nothing innocent about her at that age. After all she was sleeping with him… who was at the time married. “Two: You know damn well this little pool boy can’t do the things I do or make you scream the things I’ve made you scream. Keep running back to him all you want, but compared to me he’s nothing more than a little boy.” Of course he knew there was no pool boy, but he’d play along with the joke just to amuse her and to do their little ‘thing’ that they do. He made his way around her and to the front door. “And three: I hope you enjoy this time by yourself. Because when I come back and I bring the gold home. You are going to have no choice but to get on your knees over and over again for a true champion. Just the way you like, now let’s go before I’m late.”
McKenzie grabbed the door and pulled it open before walking out it. Bridgette simply shook her head a little bit as she grabbed the keys off the little hook there by the front door and walked out the door closing it behind her. These last few days were nice for him to be home and to spend time with his woman. However it was all about business once again and McKenzie had to do whatever it took to leave with the Suicidal Championship. After all losing wasn’t an option for him and it was time for him to bring gold home once again.
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In exactly twenty four hours RassleMania VIII was set to take place for APW. With it being twenty four hours away the Virus known as Chris McKenzie took it upon himself to get a hold of a APW camera crew and shoot a little something. It was kind of like his final thoughts before the big event and it was something that people should hear especially the likes of his opponent. As the cameras opened up there was Chris McKenzie standing there in a dark setting with a single spotlight shined down on him. It didn’t take him long at all to begin speaking.
“Michael Callahan – You have been quite the superstar on the Asylum brand. You have made quite the name for yourself. People are talking about you being one of the best Suicidal Champions in the company’s history despite you intentionally running and refusing to compete under the rules set for the championship. You’ve made such an impression on people that they are actually calling you a future World Champion. I am sure that goes your ego a whole lot of good. I am sure you are just eating that right up. I am also sure you love every second of it. But here’s where your entire world comes crashing down and I am going to be the reason it comes crashing down.”
There was a small pause right then. McKenzie wanted to be sure that he had Callahan’s attention and everyone else’s attention seeing as the next couple words that came out of his mouth were going to be so crucial. These words were really going to set the tone when it came to the match between the two of them in twenty four hours. That’s just how important these words were going to be to him and everyone else.
“At RassleMania, all the dreams and hopes that you had. All the things that people were telling you and all the things that you were looking forward to are going to cease to exist. I don’t see you as a great champion. You proved that you are a coward when you decided to duck and dodge things. You refuse to compete under the action conditions of the title. You refuse to actually test yourself and you’ve refused for the longest time to take on anyone with real talent. Sadly for you though, I am made of real talent. I am talent and I have been for the last six years I have been a part of this business. Callahan, I am going to make you regret being a coward. I am going to make you regret pulling the stunts you’ve pulled the last several months. I am going to make you regret ever entering this business. But most importantly though, I am going to take away the one thing that you care about and that being the Suicidal Championship and there isn’t a damn thing you can do about it.”
Certainly that wasn’t going to go over very well with Callahan. In fact there was a good chance that he would have a lot to say about McKenzie taking his championship. However when he got in the ring with McKenzie, it would be a completely different story. Callahan wouldn’t want to lose the championship but there was no way he’d actually want to fight McKenzie and even if he attempted it. It wouldn’t make a difference because there’s not a chance that Callahan would be able to actually survive a fight with the man that was known as Virus.
“It doesn’t end there though Callahan. You see while everyone is claiming you are a future Heavyweight Champion and why you are looking forward to making that goal a reality, it isn’t going to happen. As a guy that has been World Heavyweight Champion in this business a total of six times. I can tell you right now you do not have the skills to be a future Heavyweight Champion. I am not exactly sure what people are thinking or what they really see in you to say something like that, but then again this the wrestling business and the majority of people in this business have no idea what the hell they are even talking about and that is a proven fact. You might be good at using politics to get what you want Callahan. You might be good at running your mouth. You might be good at taking the easy route in things. You might even be good enough to get people talking about you and riding your jock like you are the greatest thing to hit this business. But there’s a big difference between doing what you are doing and actually getting in the ring to use skills to make it all become a reality. You just don’t have the ring talent or the mental ability to go through all the hardships of becoming a Heavyweight Championship. You are one of those people that will quit like a bitch just the moment things get hard. Not to mention Callahan, I literally refuse to let you become a World Champion here in APW before I do. Call me selfish, but it isn’t going to happen. Once again, I’ll personally see to it and you don’t have the slightest say so in the matter nor will you be able to stop it.”
McKenzie had quite the ego which was kind of ironic seeing as he was running Callahan down for his ego but in the mind of the Virus there was a big difference. The last six years McKenzie has proven exactly why he deserves to have an ego. He has done it all and then some, but the same couldn’t be said for Callahan. He hadn’t been around as long as and in McKenzie’s mind he hadn’t really proven a damn thing. Soon enough though, he would have too. Just then McKenzie looked up at the cameras and began speaking for the final time.
“In twenty four hours Callahan. I will stay true to my word. Your entire world as you know it will come crashing down around you. You are going to need help leaving that arena. You are going to be a broken and bloody mess. You are going to have no choice at all but to realize that your career has officially taken a turn for the worse. You are going to have no other choice but to realize that you have been infected with a deadly virus. One in which there is no cure for and once in which you will never ever be able to survive. At the end of the night on RassleMania, I am going to be standing the middle of that ring as the new Suicidal Champion and you are going to slowly drift off into being completely irrelevant. You know what’s kind of odd though? They call that title the Suicidal Championship but by the time I am done with you. They are going to need to change it to the Homicidal Championship. Because I am going to straight murder you!”
A sickening little chuckle escaped the lips of McKenzie. That chuckle told people that McKenzie was more than a little of his rocker and that when he got in the ring with Callahan tomorrow night he was going to seriously hurt the man. Just then the cameras faded out to black putting an end to the promo. Now there was only thing left to do and that would be to watch the event. Would McKenzie make it all come true? Or would Callahan be able to once again to escape as champion? All of those questions and more would be answered tomorrow night at APW’s biggest event of the year.
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