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| Bobbie Hearst | Nov 18 2012, 11:10 PM Post #1 |
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Asylum: Sally Talfourd (World Champion) and Chris Strike (Suicidal Champion) vs. Overdrive: Terry Marvin (Undisputed Champion) and Chris Hart 2 rp limit Deadline: Thursday December 13th at 11:59 EST |
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| SalTal | Dec 13 2012, 07:18 AM Post #2 |
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15th of December, 2012 - Madison Square Garden, New York - New York [Sally] … and here we are. The camera comes in on two of the most formidable and soon-to-be renowned megastars that the wrestling industry has ever had. A woman and a man sit at the back end of a limo, both looking as fit and proper as any wrestler in the business. They both hail from Action Packed Wrestling - a place of the utmost and intense competition - where they are both champions on one of the flagship shows: Sunday Night Asylum. Asylum is … well, Asylum is special. It’s unique. It’s one of those that you absolutely must watch. Not only because of these two megastars, but because of the whole roster. We’ll hear more about Asylum later on. But who are these two? Who are these two much-hyped people? [Sally] Chris? Chris are you listening? Snap out of it. The man snaps to, turning to the woman beside him. Chris Strike. The same man known in just about every wrestling company for his professionalism, his dedication, and his talent. The current Suicidal Champion on APW’s Asylum. It’s no small feat winning that belt, especially considering the circumstances and stipulations that get attached with it. Before he was brought back to reality, his gaze had been occupied by that towering building. Madison Square Garden - the holiest of holy places for any entertainer, not least the wrestlers. To wrestle here? To sell out this building? To raise a hand in victory here? It’s the stuff dreams are made of. Dreams that may come and go, but the dreams that haunt your entire career. [Strike] Sorry, Sally. Starstruck at this place everytime I see it. What was it? The woman, not satisfied with Chris’ attention, smiles back at him. Sally Talfourd. The current World Heavyweight Champion on Asylum. World famous for her feats over the past three years since signing up with APW, she’s one of a handful of megastars that gets spoken about with baited breath in her home company. She’s climbed the ladder of success in APW and has left a mark that those around her can only ever dream about. But her accomplishments, like Chris’, are something we’ll hear about soon. She ruffles up Chris’ hair, knowing that half his mind is still probably on the match coming up. She knows just as well as anyone that even if you’re a veteran (and you’re looking at two of them) you still get excited for a match like this. A new company. Madison Square Garden. The world’s eyes watching. How can you not get excited? And there’s no doubt these two are excited. Beneath their cool exteriors, it’s all getting ready to bubble to the top. [Sally] I said that we’re here. Though I guess you’ve noticed, huh? [Strike] You want to head in? Set up early, scout out the ring, get warmed up? [Sally] Sounds like a plan. [Strike] Right. After you. Both APW megastars check themselves, their belts, and then each other. There’s a rustle around, and they are climbing out the limo. Strike, of course, is the gentleman and tends the door for Sally. Then, the door slams and we are plunged into darkness. Or a transition spot. Either one. 25th of November, 2012 - KFC Yum! Center, Louisville – Kentucky And just as we left it, a door slamming is the sound that brings us back. Leaning against that door is a much stressed, much exasperated, much anxious-looking Sally Talfourd. She’s in her in-ring clothes, and we find her on Asylum. The cameraman, who we will call Shane, sees all of this and wonders why. [Shane] What’s the matter? [Sally] Ten minutes before my match … and Reginald drops this on me? Behind Sally reads a sign: Reginald Schmidt - Asylum General Manager [Shane] What did he drop? Was it on your foot? Can you still perform tonight!? Sally, who had begun to walk away, throws a peculiar look at cameraman Shane, then heads off. Shane is quick to follow, really keen now to know what was dropped on who. [Sally] No, Shane. I mean metaphorically. Apparently Asylum is being represented at a cross-promotion event. Asylum up against OverDrive, and we need a tag team. [Shane] What’s wrong with that? It’ll be a big match, lots of publicity, a chance to win over new fans? I don’t know where the problem is. [Sally] Oh I want to be in the match, don’t get me wrong. But … it’s classic Reginald! The more notice for something like this, the better, right? He tells me, what? Two weeks out from the show? And then … then he says I have to find a partner! He doesn’t have one lined up, he says I have to find one. And to top it all off, I need to go out and wrestle a match tonight, thinking about all that? That man … honestly … Sally continues her charge away from her GM’s office. Shane stops, knowing he won’t be able to keep up with Sally while she’s on a mission. However, he does have one last question for her, which he shouts down the hallway after her … [Shane] Where are you going!? [Sally] To find the only guy I can trust here! [Shane] And who’s that!? [Sally] Chris … Bam! Another of those transition scenes. There’s a hold on this nothingness, before … 27th of November, 2012 - Arabica Coffee House, Cleveland – Ohio [Sally] … Strike! Glad you could make it! In strolls a much more casual looking Chris Strike from when we last saw him in the limo. He comes on in, pulling his sunglasses off as he spots Sally. Sally stands to greet him, then the two sit across from each other in the cafe. [Strike] Well, you weren’t exactly forthcoming with details on Asylum. [Sally] But it sounded interesting enough to come on down here today, right? Strike grins with a blase way. Sally nods her head, knowing that the scant details she fed Strike just the Sunday gone by must have really captured his attention. Of course, the fact that these two have started out on an effort to revamp and revitalise Asylum as part of the Four Pillars … that was always going to help Sally out. But more on that later. Just looking at them, they look like the perfect pairing. Two very good looking, fit and lean, picture perfect wrestlers. I mean, looks don’t win matches … but if they did … [Strike] Yeah, interesting is one way of describing it. Although saying it was a matter of ‘life and death’ will have that effect...you do realize you did say that, thus kinda keeping me from planning this whole ‘wedding’ thing I have in a month - which you and Keaton are coming to - right? [Sally] Did I say that? *A knowing grin creeps across her face* Well, maybe for your career, Chris. [Strike] Ok, well, fill me in on the details. What do you propose? Sally takes on a very serious demeanour now, leaning in on the table, her voice lowering to a whisper. Not that any of this is a secret, but it makes for a more interesting atmosphere, right? [Sally] Ok, so there’s this new cross-federation company open. Visionary Wrestling Incorporated. Now, you and I know that a lot of these places, they come and go. Some last a few shows, some last for a year, but most of these places … they end up falling by the wayside. [Strike] Seen it one too many times. The question is whether this one ends up following suit... [Sally] No, definitely not. It’s different. It’s got something new and going for it. It’s got a good feel to it. Now, APW, they got an invite to have a showcase match or something. A chance for the president to really show off the monster he has created with us. Now instead of doing something average, something normal, in classic APW style he’s only put together a pretty big match. [Strike] Asylum against OverDrive? [Sally] Exactly. Now, Terry Marvin and Chris Hart are representing OverDrive … [Strike] …Hartsy and fat Marvin, huh? Pretty good team … [Sally] … and I need a partner. Reginald put me in this match and said I’d know who to ask. He said that anyone I could work with - anyone I thought good enough to share a match with me - that they would be the best person anyway. [Strike] And you...actually thought of me? [Sally] Of course! You’re my closest confidant. [Strike] It’s not that I’m not flattered or anything, but I’d have figured you’ve known for ages like Keaton Saint would have easily been the number one choice. Strike glances around, realizing just how serious this proposition was from the multi-time APW World Heavyweight champion and without a doubt, one of the best women to lace on a pair of boots in the business. [Strike] Then it’s a simple enough answer: I’m in. Sally beams a smile. She takes a sip of her coffee - the one that’s been sitting in front of her, steaming away this whole time. Mmm, nice. She pats her lips with the napkin ever so gently before looking back to her tag team partner. [Sally] Ok, so we should get down to business as soon as possible. Have you tagged team before? [Strike] Only been a tag team champion like a plethora of times over my nearly twelve-year long career. No biggie. [Sally] … And your wrestling? How is it? You’re not bringing any injuries in, are you? [Strike] Shoulder from ages back that was repaired, right knee isn’t as bad as people like to think, all is good. [Sally] Ok, and what are you doing this weekend? Saturday night? [Strike] Saturday night? Talfourd, I like you, you’ve been a good friend so far, but my fiancee MIGHT start getting ideas... [Sally] What do you mean? You don’t think … oh! Chris! No. No, I mean … we should get some in-ring experience, you know? More than what we’ve already got. An old company I worked for once, they’ve got a show up this Saturday. I reckon I could pull some strings for us, get us on the card. [Strike] Huh. You don’t say...been a while since working an indies show. I don’t have exclusivity, so I’m game for it. Think it could bolster up our tandem for the showcase? [Sally] Not only do I think we could, I think that we should. No one in this match is a tried and tested tag team. You and I might be part of a group, a team, but that’s not a tag team. I want to get to know you … in the ring. And I bet that you want to know me too. We need to be functioning as a well-oiled machine in a couple of weeks’ time. What better way to test ourselves out than in an actual, bona-fide match!? [Strike] Jump in the deep end, discarding any and all life vests. [Sally] Sink or swim! Exactly. She stands up from the table with a clap of the hands. Why the rush? Where’s she going? Didn’t this all just start? That’s what Chris is thinking too. In fact, he was almost wondering why she was nearly out the door. Why is this coming to an end? [Strike] Leaving so soon? [Sally] Well, yes. We can’t be sitting around all day, drinking coffee. I need to get back to the hotel, change, and get to the gym. Training starts now, Chris. Every day from now until then, we need to be getting ourselves in tip-top condition. We might be the best on Asylum, but this match is to find the best in APW. Sally finishes up with a stern spiel, enough to get even the laziest person interested and engaged. She takes up her coat (it’s still cold out, especially this time of the year!), and starts to head out. Strike, not quite comprehending the whole situation, looks around, finds the cameraman Shane. [Strike] I think I may have just found someone who’s a bigger workaholic than I am...and she only wrestles in one place. Resisting a small laugh, Strike grabs his own coat, tossing it on along with bringing the hood up as the two make their way out from the coffee house. Our cameraman watches after them before the scene comes to a close, fading out to a blank screen. What we hear though is all the more important. There’s the sounds of training. Of weight lifting. Of squats and presses. All the sounds of two people going through a tough routine in the gym. Grunts and whathaveyou. 27th of November, 2012 - Body4U Personal Training Club, Cleveland – Ohio Then, as we come back into shot, we find a sweated up Sally Talfourd (dressed down now in her training gear) sitting on the floor, leaning up against one of those mirrored walls and sucking down on a water bottle. Not far from her, Strike is finish up on the machine he’s pumping away at. [Sally] What’s your experience with either of these two? Strike busts out a few more, then with a big breath, brings it all to an end. [Strike] Hart, yeah, I’ve had some to do with him over a few years back in a place called PWF - back when Kurt was the sane one of that tag team. But not so much Marvin. [Sally] Hmmm, that’s not a bad thing. Me and Marvin, there’s some history there. Back when he first arrived at APW, I had the pleasure of facing off against him. Of course, that ended predictably. [Strike] This better not be a swerve with you telling me Fat Marvin won or something... [Sally] What? Of course not! I beat him, soundly. Like, it was close, but at the end of that match, my hand was raised and his shoulders were down. Saying that, he paid the favour back at Test for the Best. But I got the more symbolic win, you know? His first match into APW, his first chance to prove himself, and he lost to me. Hopefully I can pull that out again if the opportunity arises. [Strike] Pull out the win? [Sally] Pull out what it takes to win, what it takes to beat Marvin. He’s a step above the rest of Asylum. He’s so much further progressed and down the path than those other megastars it’s just not funny. All year he’s dominated OverDrive, we all know that. 2012 is going to be his year on that show. So whatever we need to do to beat him, it needs to be good. Really good. He’s not bad, let’s be honest here. He’s a guy who can perform on the big stage. Survive and Conquer last year. Test for the Best this year. Undisputed Championship. When the time counted, Marvin was able to step up. And, despite all his shortfalls, I admire someone like that. He’s got something in him that can push him further and harder when it counts. But, at the end of the day, he’s a rough guy. The fans don’t respect him. The rest of the megastars don’t like him. He’s the bad guy in and out of the ring. I mean, that might be fine. If he can live with himself doing that … being that … then, you know, fine. We’re not in the judging business. But we are in a business where ‘deserving’ comes into it. Strike, intrigued, hops off the machine and comes to sit next to Sally She tosses over his bottle, and he nods a thanks. [Strike] Deserving, huh... [Sally] Yeah, deserving. What does Marvin deserve? What does Hart deserve? What have they done together to walk away from a win here? Because if they deserve it … if they’ve done what a team needs to do in order to get a win here, then they’ll get it. But, really, do you think they have done that? Do you honestly think they are here at the gym? That they’re going to be wrestling the practice matches? Hell, they are so different, so opposite to each other, that they won’t even be able to get through the match that we have together much less any preparation. And, because of that, they won’t deserve the win. This business … this sport, it’s got a funny way of equalising things. You know, there’s that natural ‘evening out’ of things. You might get a cheap win one week and then get a cheap loss the next. And, when it comes to a big match like this, it works in the match. You get the rewards in the match from the preparation you do before the match. Look at us: One day in and we’re already here, working together. Getting accustomed. Them? Marvin is probably staring into a mirror lovingly at the reflection, and Hart is stressing out over having to manage a partnership with Marvin in the first place. They’re not doing what needs to be done to get a win here. They’re not getting a win because they’re not preparing for a win. They’re not going through the paces, and just relying on their individual skills and talent. And in a singles match, you know, one-on-one, then I’d be a little worried. I’d be thinking that Marvin or Hart stood a chance. But it’s not that. It’s not Marvin or Hart … it’s Marvin and Hart. They need to be on the same page, on the same wavelength. And, really, you know Hart. Can you see that happening? [Strike] They’re great individuals, Sal. If Marvin was willing to listen, Hart could easily take the burden as the tag team general of the group and bring them into harmony. With the kid’s talent, that’s easy to do. But when you consider egos, especially Terry’s with the run he’s been on this year and the fact Chris may be preoccupied with Kurt Noble at Christmas Chaos instead of this showcase...and yeah, therein lies that question. Anyone can show up on one night... The two sit, mulling over their opponents for the week. To say that the match is a star-studded affair is to say that the Oscars has a handful of known-names. APW doesn’t have many more bigger names than these four. Marvin: Most dominant force on OverDrive. Hart: Fan’s favourite on OverDrive. Talfourd: Face of Asylum. Strike: The jack-of-all-trades of Asylum. At the end of the day, this is as much a clash of reputations as it is skills. But, it’s skills that determine the outcome. And, yes, while those two OverDrive lads might have great skills when they have to rely on themselves … they just don’t have it when they have to rely on each other. One if the fan’s darling, the other is the fan’s most hated. How could two people like that get together? Marvin’s philosophy of ‘win at all costs’ and Hart’s ‘an honest win is the best win’? How can anyone join those two things? At least, at the very start, Strike and Sally have the right minds to get together, similar philosophies and all that. The philosophy in question lies in their deeply rooted desire to aspire to greater heights than where they currently stand, to push themselves to the limit at every obstacle that they face, regardless of the consequences. Both seek new challenges, both leave it all in the ring and the most important part and what makes them a possible deadly duo going forward if Action Packed Wrestling ever decides to put them together as a team is the fact they ‘get’ one another, compared to clashing like Chris Hart and Terry Marvin are very likely to do. Beneath all the jokes, beneath all the gimmicks, they are both rooted in the fact that strive to the summit of the mountain like a pair of ice climbers, willing to give one another a hand, determined to see this task to an end and in the cases of Chris Strike and Sally Talfourd...determined to show the entire wrestling world that Asylum is the best wrestling brand anyone can find, determined to be the pillars for Asylum, for APW, for professional wrestling as a whole if that is necessary of them. This deep and meaningful conversation between the two starts to trail off, and the scene comes to a fading close. And, once again, we’re plunged into silence. But not for long. There’s the sound of an announcer, and we can faintly hear ‘Talfourd’ and ‘Strike’. Like a dream, there’s the echoes of a crowd screaming, cheering. There’s the sounds that we get from a ring in action. And then, a giant burst of applause and cheer from the crowd. 1st of December, 2012 - Memorial Stadium, Bloomington – Indiana And, the shot comes to life. A flash of light and we find a much more dazzling Sally and Strike, dressed in their ring gear, though looking worn down and tired. But smiling, and that’s the important part! [Sally] Great match Chris! Wow! [Strike] You weren’t too bad yourself. We’re here at that show Sally was talking about. Global Pro Wrestling, one of Sally’s old haunts. And, from the looks of it, this is the end of the match. A successful match from the sounds of it, and in more ways than one. Both are walking out of the match and both are still talking to each other. So even if they took a loss, they’re still ahead! But, it’s better to find things out from the horse’s mouth, so to speak. [Sally] Did you see that kid when he tried for the moonsault? [Strike] I wish I didn’t. I haven’t heard a crunch like that since Lyn Dallins and I were attempting to break people’s skulls with kendo sticks! [Sally] And that work on the finisher we’d been doing … I think we might need to work on it a bit more. We missed it twice before we hit it. [Strike] Did we miss it … or did they stop it? [Sally] Doesn’t matter. We need to be hitting it when we want, not when the opposition lets us. Someone like Hart … he’s the sort of opponent who won’t let us hit it all all. He’ll keep on coming and coming. [Strike] You’re telling me. All this time, our Asylum megastars have been walking their way through the backstage. They come to the room where they set up digs, their bags and titles and whatnot spread all across the room. Sally takes a seat on the bench along the lockers, Strike takes up a towel and starts wiping himself down. [Strike] As much of a test as that was, the real task at hand is putting a stop to those two. Marvin and Hart, different as they may be, as more likely as they are to get in each other’s nerves...given Hartsy’s tag team experience with Noble-Hart over the years and the fact that Terry Marvin tends to show up for big events, we’ve gotta up our game and we’ve gotta up it fast to make sure we can be heads and shoulders above those two come the Showcase. A small smile appears on the God of Thunder’s face, as Sally glanced over his way, caught by the sudden bit about catching-up. While the match didn’t go their way, she was more than willing to hear her partner out if he had anything in specific to further get them to the level they needed. [Strike] Fortunately, I know just the way to do it...and I’ve got the locale to boot. I’ll make some calls, get this set-up. I just hope you’re dance in a few days, my friend. [Sally] Tell me...how much help do you think this is going to be? Strike casually placed an arm around Talfourd’s shoulders, nodding firmly. [Strike] Stick with me, kid. I’ll show ya EXACTLY how...and so will a certain guy who knows Chris Hart just as well as I do. He gets a playful elbow to the ribs from the “Last Magician” in the process, but regardless, the setting is clear, the days are getting closer and the Showcase is nearing. Could this tandem of Pillars find the final piece to bring themselves as a cohesive unit to go up against two of OverDrive’s finest? Well...wait and see, people. Wait and see. |
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| Captain Metro | Dec 13 2012, 04:26 PM Post #3 |
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THE FOLLOWING IS AN APW PRODUCTION Sponsored by JK Bon Bons *EVERYTHING FADES TO A BLACK SCREEN BEFORE THE INTRO ROLLS* Better than … THE JUSTICE LEAGUE ![]() Better than … THE AVENGERS ![]() Are wrestling’s greatest heroes … TEAM K-POP ![]() SalTal: Hey, how come you guys are in the foreground. *TEAM K-POP STANDS AROUND IN DOWNTOWN MANHATTAN, LOOKING AT THE POSTER FOR THE SOON TO BE RELEASED IN THEATRES TEAM K-POP MOVIE AVAILABLE AT SHOPVIW.COM AND APW.COM/SHOP* T-Marv: ’cause we’re the best, duh! Strike: Pssht, we’ve got more titles. Hart: But you’re still on Asylum. It’s like the minor leagues of APW … T-Marv: Don’t say that, you might hurt Kash’s feelings. Hart: Ah, that’s alright. He quit as the president of my fan club a couple of months ago. SalTal: I wonder why? *CHRIS AND SALLY TURN AND GIVE EACH OTHER FAUX BEWILDERED GLANCES** T-Marv: At the end of the day, at least Jeff realizes that you two are the best of the second best. Strike: Again, titles much. T-Marv: Talk to me when you beat Chris Hart. Everyone else on Overdrive has done it. Hart: Hey … T-Marv: Sorry Chris, but it’s true. Even … Hart: Don’t you say it … T-Marv: Michael Harris beat you. *STRIKE AND TALFOURD GASP AS CHRIS’ FACE GROWS RED* Hart: I … *CHRIS IS INTERRUPTED THOUGH AS MICHAEL HARRIS WALKS OUT OF THE MATERNITY STORE TO HIS RIGHT* Harris: Oh, hey guys! Sorry I couldn’t wrestle last week but I was too busy being upset about not being respected. Hart: Right, wasn’t that the fucking point. Harris: I mean backstage, out of character. You know? T-Marv: You went out of character? Harris: Yeah. Hart: So you’re just naturally a whiny bitch? Strike: Chris! You promised you’d be nice to people. Hart: But people want Horri-Hart back. There’s even gonna be a revolt of the proletariat! SalTal: I know … I liked it. T-Marv That’s not the only thing of his you liked. *SALLY BLUSHES AS MICHAEL HARRIS BEGINS TO BROOD* Harris: Pay attention to me. I need attention!!! Team K-POP: We know! T-Marv: Why else would you pretend to be eighteen other people, including a chick? Harris: Hey, that’s my girlfriend you’re talking about. Hart: So your right hand was a wrestler? *MICHAEL HARRIS BEGINS TO RAGE* Harris: I demand an apology. Hart: Fuck off! Strike: Sidebar. *TEAM K-POP RETREATS MOMENTARILY AND HUDDLE TOGETHER AS HARRIS LOOKS ON* Strike: Chris you should apologize. Hart: No. Strike: He’s not that bad. Hart: I don’t care. He’s a whiny bitch that threw a girl off stage into a dumpster. I mean, how much more of a douche can you be? T-Marv: He’s got a point. Strike: But we’re superheroes, we have to be nice to everyone. We save the world. Hart: Until I get my cape and superpowers I’m not a superhero and I’m not apologizing. SalTal: I’ll make it worth your while. *HART TURNS AND LOOKS AT SALLY TALFOURD WHO WINKS AT HIM* Hart: And break! *HART SPITS ON HIS HAND AS HE BREAKS THE HUDDLE AND OFFERS IT UNBEKNOWNST TO HARRIS* Hart: I’m sorry Michael Harris: Well … everyone has a bad day. I accept. *T-MARV SNICKERS AS HARRIS LOOKS PAST HIM*. Harris: What’s so funny? T-Marv: Oh, nothing. Just the lengths that shit head will go to … Hart: Fuck off Terry. T-Marv: Eh? Strike: Um … guys! *STRIKE HAVING TURNED AROUND AND LOOKING TOWARDS BROOKLYN, IS NOW JOINED BY ALL THREE MEMBERS OF TEAM K-POP* Hart: Fuck! T-Marv: Well … here goes nothing. *WITH THAT, TERRY HITS HARRIS WITH THE ‘POST OF DEATH’ AND SENDS HIM OFF TO SOME OTHER SHITTY PLACE TO ANNOY, AS TEAM K-POP IS FACED WITH BIGGER PROBLEMS* SalTal: It’s the Chocolate Man! *IMMEDIATELY, PANIC SETS IN AS PEOPLE BEGIN TO FLEE THE ONCOMING CHOCOLATE MAN, JOHNNY KNUCKLES, ATOP HIS DONKEY, PUNCH* Knuckles: Buy my chocolates, come to my store. Go to my website; http://jkbonbons.weebly.com/index.html and buy my chocolates. Strike: What are we gonna do guys? Hart: We’re the only guys who can stop him? *TEAM K-POP STANDS THEIR GROUND AS KNUCKLES LOOKS AT THEM* Knuckles: Do you want some chocolate? Hart: Do you ship to Australia? Knuckles: For a fee. Hart: I’m not paying shipping and handling, get laid mother fucker! *KNUCKLES BOWS HIS HEAD ALMOST DEPRESSED* Strike: Don't you think that's a little insenstive? Chris: No. Not really. SalTal: I’m not volunteering. Knuckles: Team K-Pop make Knuckles mad. He go insane. He get revenge for loss to Strike in battle royal. He learn to talk properly except for referring to himself in the third person!!! *KNUCKLES LET’S LOOSE A MIGHTY ROAR AND THROWS A PUNCH AT TEAM K-POP THAT KNOCKS THEM ALL BACK* T-Marv: He levelled up. He’s mad. *AS IF THAT WASN’T ENOUGH, A TITLE BELT APPEARS AROUND THE WAIST OF KNUCKLES* T-Marv And he’s got a champion bonus. We’re doomed. *KNUCKLES LET’S FORTH A ROAR* Knuckles: Buy my chocolate!!! Strike: Sally, you have to … SalTal: Hell naw! Strike: But it's the only way. Sally: Fuck this, it's not worth saving the world. T-Marv: Now look what you did Chris!!! Hart: What? Terry: You ruined her!!! Hart: What? Terry: You can’t bullshit us for forever. Even fuckin’ Mainer caught on after a while. Hart: What? Terry: Aye, now you're just being a cunt. Chris: What? *IMMEDIATELY THE GLASS SHATTERS AND FROM ACROSS THE RIVER THE CROWD GOES MENTAL* Strike: BAW GAWD! BAW GAWG! STAWN CAWLD! STAWN … DELIKADO? *RIDING ATOP THE DIONYSAURUS REX FROM ALCOHOLIC PARK I, DELIKADO APPEARS AND LOOKS AT THE CHOCOLATE MAN, THEN AT TEAM K-POP* Delikado: Damn, wrong turn at Albuquerque. Why does it always seem to happen there? *DELIKADO TURNS THE DIONYSAURUS AND RIDES BACK TO ALASKA AS ALL PARTIES LOOK ON CONFUSED* Hart: All I know is when he dies I want to smoke his ashes. Strike: I thought you gave that up. Hart: What? T-Marv: GOD DAMNIT!!! *KNUCKLES ROARS AND TAKES A SWING AT TEAM K-POP WHO NARROWLY AVOID IT, TAKING COVER BEHIND JASON “BACON” ANDREWS’ NECK FAT* Strike: We’ve got to do something! SalTal: But what? *HART AND T-MARV TURN AND LOOK AT EACH OTHER AS A SMILE APPEARS ON HART’S FACE* Hart: SENOR!!! NUMERO UNO!!! Terry: NUMERO DOS!!! Strike: YOU SPEAKA MY LANGUAGE!!! SalTal: SO HAND ME A VEGEMITE SANDWHICH!!! *IMMEDIATELY, MEN AT WORK APPEAR AND START TO PLAY* Hart: What? SalTal: It's a song ... Hart: It's not K-POP!!! SalTal: [color=MEDIUMVIOLETREDOh, yeah, right.[/COLOR] *SALTAL BEGINS TO DO THE BUBBLE POP DANCE AS KNUCKLES KNOCKS MEN AT WORK BACK TO IRRELEVANCY AS EVERYONE ELSE IS FOCUSED ON SALTAL* Hart: DAT ASS!!! Strike: Yeah, I see why you hit that. Kane: I KNEW IT! I KNEW YOU WERE A CHEATING BASTARD! *APW’S NEWEST MEGASTAR, CHRISTIAN KANE, STEPS INTO THE STREET AND BEGINS ARGUING WITIH HIS BLOOD RIVAL, STRIKE* Strike: Says the guy who raped a dead hooker. Kane: She enjoyed it. She came like a waterfall. Strike: Dude, that was embalming fluid. Kane: Like I said ... T-Marv: What? Hart: Now who's being a cunt. *THE ARGUMENT DISTRACTS KNUCKLES LONG ENOUGH FOR NUMERO UNO AND NUMERO DOS TO ARRIVE ON SCENE, BUT DESPITE THEIR BEST EFFORTS THEY CAN’T OVERCOME KNUCKLES* President Jeff: STAND BACK! THERE'S A CANADIAN COMIN' THROUGH! Hart: Aye fuck! Strike: Well, we're as done as the NHL for this season Hart: What? Terry: You're a little shit. Hart: NO! I'm a full fledged superhero. SalTal: ... yeah, I'll confirm that. Strike: :All the sexual inuendo's between the two of you. It's like you're dating or something. Hart: I ... SalTal: But he only has one ball! Terry: And you would know this how? SalTal: I plead the fifth. President Jeff: There's no fifth ammendmant in Canada, now spill!!! SalTal: I ... um ... fine! But it's none of your business. God your worse than Kash. President Jeff: Woah!!! Easy on the JK bombs. SalTal: But I wasn't kidding. Hart: What? Terry: Would you fucking stop that? *KNUCKLES LOOKS AT PRESIDENT JEFF, BEFORE PUNCH THE DONKEY LET’S OUT A HEE-HAW AND KICKS HIM BACK TO CANADA* Hart: We’re fucked … Hart: Isn’t this supposed to be an APW showcase? *AS IF ON CUE, ADAM ABEL, SOME CLOWN NO ONE HAS EVER HEARD OF APPEARS ON STAGE* Terry: Yeah. Hart: Then fuck off Abel. *WITH THAT CHRIS SLAMS ABEL AND SENDS HIM BACK TO IRRELEVANCY* Hart: Fuck! *CHRIS TURNS AND LOOKS AT THE REST OF TEAM K-POP* SalTal: What? Hart: This has been a lot of fun but Jeff’s gonna be pissed. Strike: Why? Hart: This is supposed to be serious business and well … we crapped on that idea. *RANDOMLY, JASON KASH ARRIVES ON THE SCENE* Kash: Crap? I’m the only one allowed to talk about poop in my promo’s. SalTal: And it’s only moderately disturbing when you do it. Kash: Hey, everyone does it. There’s even a book that says so. T-Marv: You can read? Kash: Who do you take me for? Young Mannie! Team K-POP: NO!!! *AS IF HIS EARS WERE BURNING, YOUNG MANNIE APPEARS ON SCREEN* Young Mannie: Yo! I sound like Drake’s flow. $.I.O.N.$ on stage yo! EAST SIDE, REPRESENT! Team K-Pop: Uh!!! Young Mannie: I’m like Lebron James, hated in my home town so I took my talents to SNW T-Marv: Mannie had talent? Hart: News to me. Sal? SalTal: Well, this one time he got a shot at the World Title. Hart: And once upon a time TJ nearly got laid. Everyone get’s lucky once in a while, except Jason Freeman. Strike: Hammer time? Hart: Exactly. *IMMEDIATELY MC HAMMER RUNS ACROSS STAGE AND STARTS DANCING* Hart: Not like that! *T-MARV KICKS HAMMER IN THE FACE AND KNOCKS HIM OUT, CEMENTING HIS ONE HIT STATUS* SalTal: Let’s show him how you really dance. *EVERYONE BUSTS OUT IN THE GANGNAM STYLE DANCE AS PSY MAKES A RANDOM CAMEO AS THE MUSIC STARTS TO PLAY* T-Marv: Better. *HART DANCES NEXT TO SALLY* Hart: HEY, SEXY LADY. *SALLY BLUSHES AS HART SMILES AND STARTS SHIMMYING AWAY FROM HER ACROSS THE SCREEN AND BUMPS RIGHT INTO KNUCKLES* Knuckles: Did you guys forget about me!!! Hart: Oh, yeah. Right. Hit the lights. *WITH THAT THE BRIGHT LIGHTS FILL THE SCREEN AS KNUCKLES RECOILS AND EVENTUALLY RUNS AWAY AS TEAM K-POP CHEERS* SalTal: How did you know that’d work? Hart: Simple … Knuckles only wins dark matches. FIN |
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| Tmarv | Dec 13 2012, 10:04 PM Post #4 |
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What does it mean to be a visionary? Is it the one who has accomplished the most? Is it the one who’s the most notorious? Or is it the one who has brought the newest ideas, the cutting edge issues, and the most radical moves? Though some of us may be wondering who the visionary of our great sport, of the wrestling empire, may be, it is simply all semantics. The conclusion is as forgone as the incorrect predictions of the Mayans, as the leaves turning in the fall, as millions of children waiting restlessly on Christmas Eve for a fictional fat man to defy physics. The answer is clear and it is absolute. The APW Undisputed Champion, The Real Show Terry Marvin is the one and only true visionary in all of wrestling! Every single time I step in that ring, I bring something new, something special, and completely change the way you feel about wrestling. Hell, every time I step in front of a camera the masses hold their collective breaths in anticipation of the wonders that will come effortlessly flowing out of my mouth! I have done things that were once though unthinkable. I have defied every possible odd that could have been wagered against me. I have changed the way people think about the “Bad Guy” in wrestling. I have made them hate in a way they didn’t know possible. I have created a brand new nameless emotion that others use to express their feelings about me as nothing else in the dictionary seems to do it any sort of justice. There is nothing I haven’t done in wrestling, and nobody who hasn’t eventually bowed down to my greatness. Even the so called legends of this sport have been forced to recognize the heights that I have risen too. For when the world thinks of wrestling, they point to the greatest champion of the greatest federation to ever grace the airwaves. For when they think of dominance, they reminisce about the YEAR OF THE REAL SHOW and how I’ve turned APW upside down and inside out! And as far as I’m concerned, the year of two thousand and twelve has not quite ended yet, and though the Autumn of Awesome draws to a close, It is time to send us into 2013 the same way I started 2012.….ON TOP! Even though this so called showcase match was not my choice, nor did I want any part of this zoo like spectacle, I will give Visionary wrestling the show of a life time, cause that’s what I do. No matter whether you love me or hate me, no matter whether you want to see my head on the end of a pike with my innards laid at my decapated feet, you will always walk away from a Terry Marvin match satisfied! In fact, you’ll be in such a euphoric state that I highly recommend calling a cab. Being under the influence of my glorious performance will cause hallucinations, blurred vision, and feelings of emense inferiority. But soon you will snap out of your lovely high and be jolted back down to earth by the incoherent morons who spout venom and detest my way! So in the spirit of the holidays, I will give up my valuable weekends to brighten up your pathetic lives, knowing full well that the aspect of piles of debt after spending way too much on gifts you don’t need to buy will most likely see you all homeless and therefore without regular access to a Television. After all, how can you have an event showcasing the greatest talents in the world without THE greatest talent in the world? You simply can’t. Well, you could, but nobody would watch. I am the superstar of this show, regardless of what those uneducated fools waving around their little signs and submitting to the peer pressure to cheer for the guy they tell you to. At the end of the day, we all know which megastar you want taking you home. That little tingle in your pants…. That’s Showtime! Congratulation people, you are in for one HELL of a treat! ------------------------------------------------------------- December 1st 2012 - APW Headquarters - “You want me to play ball?” The bitter smell of brute and dispair fills the air as I walk into the office. I look at the man behind the desk doing his best to show disrespect by talking on the telephone, or pretending to talk just to hammer the point home. President Jeff has always resented the great Terry Marvin, always tried to hold me back. He just has this problem with a man who is willing to say or do anything to get ahead. His tyranny won’t allow me to put on a face of an independent warrior instead of one of his brainless puppets willing to have their strings pulled and kissing his ass all along the way. He resents me for not being one of those people, and he hates that I make him so much damn money that he bathes in pools of c-notes. And now he’s called me to his office to attempt to manipulate me once more. “AHEM!” Clearing my throat loudly will just make him ignore me longer, but it will annoy the hell out of him along the way. And just like clockwork I can see him roll his eyes and continue talking. I listen attently and hear a constant hum coming from the phone. I KNEW IT! He’s been faking this whole time just to show he has some measure of control over me. Finally Jeff hangs up the phone, but of course he can’t address me immediately. He fusses with some papers on his desk and rearranges his pens 3 times before he looks at my smiling face. “Thank you for coming Terry.” “As if I had a choice. Look, we‘re past these plesentries. Just get to the damn point so we don‘t have to look at each other anymore.” Although he’d never give me the satisfaction of saying it, I could tell that he was at least a small bit relieved. He nods to the chair which I ignore and begrudgingly begins speaking. “As you wish. There is a new Inter-promotional organization that has just sprung up. They‘re putting on a huge inter-federation showcase super card and I want you to represent APW in a match.” Say what now? Either I’m going crazy, which must be the case, or Jeff just reached out an olive branch to me. Either he’s getting soft in his old age or…… “What‘s the catch?” Jeff sighs. “Why does there always have to be a catch?” I roll my eyes wondering whether or not he takes me for a complete moron. “Because power hungry tyrants don‘t do anything seemingly nice unless there something in it for them or there‘s a way to fuck somebody they don‘t like hard in the ass. I‘m assuming you‘re searching for the lube right now.” As if he’d use lube. Jeff sighs again, but this one is a sigh of surrender, realizing that he’s not going to get a fast one over on me. “It‘s a tag team match featuring the two star brands. It‘ll be Asylum vs. Overdrive. Representing Asylum will be Sally Talfourd and Chris Strike.” So far it sounds interesting. But the big slap in the face is just waiting around the corner. “And for Overdrive, it will be Terry Marvin teaming with Chris Hart….” There it was. “NO.” “Excuse me?” “I‘m not speaking Greek. Two letters, very simple…. N-O!” Jeff’s face turns a certain kind of red as I just turn around and walk towards the door. I’m sure I won’t get 5 steps, but I smile anyways and count. 1.…..2.…….3.………4.……. “Don‘t even think about walking out that door.” Right on cue. I wipe the smile from my face and scowl. “Or what? You‘ll Fire me? You don‘t have the balls!” “Don‘t I?” Of course he didn’t I made him more money in a month than the rest of the no talent hacks in this world make him combined! But I decided to play along anyways. Jeff loves his drama! “I refuse to be your little puppet and dance for you in a sham of a match against two people who can‘t stand me and a partner who wants my head on a platter.” “Yeah, I wonder who‘s fault that could possibly be!” OOOH! He got me on that one. Jeff brought his verbal A game tonight. “This match is going to bring APW a whole lot of press. And it‘s a chance for you to expose yourself of a national stage….” I’m gonna let that one slide. But fuck him for pretending he’s doing this for me! “As If I need national attention. I have embarrassed everyone in APW already, and I just got done cutting the proverbial life line of Buck Dempsey. I AM a global icon Jeff, and I don‘t have to do a Damn thing that I don’t‘ want to.” And I was right! It’s in my contract that he can’t fire me for refusing a non APW sanctioned match. The only thing he could do….. “You‘ll do the match, or I‘ll strip you of that title!” Is that. I spin around quickly and glare at him trying to read his face and body language. “You‘re bluffing.” “Then call my bluff and find out how quickly your waist becomes bare naked. Actually, stripping that title might do you a favor. You‘ve been a little sluggish lately with that gold weighing you down.” I wish I could tell if he were bluffing or not. Lord knows he’s made threats like this before. Few people had the balls to test him, and when they did, Jeff ended up on the winning side following through with his dares. “As if you‘d throw away the cold hard cash I bring to your door step. Taking this title from me is just gift-wrapping this immense talent to the highest bidder.” Now I’d find out if he was sticking to his guns or not. Time to watch him fold under pressure. “Go for it, you could be somebody else‘s headache for once.” Damn! He’s gotten better at this. If he is playing around that is. And if he’s not, then he’s about to lose the biggest fucking thing that’s ever graced the wrestling ring. I don’t let anybody bully me, EVER! When I walk and the offers come rolling in from Fed heads just looking to pad a sure fire hall of fame member on their roster, he’ll be the laughing stalk of the wrestling universe. I can’t wait to see the embarrassment mount. “I need an answer…. NOW!” Perhaps if I kicked his teeth down his throat? Maybe if I put him through the desk and pissed on his head? Snap out of it Terry, you’re entering fantasy land. My hand goes down to the belt around my waist and begins to undo the snaps. It’s been fun, but nothing lasts forever. But suddenly I stop. A new idea creeps in my mind and it’s a way to keep this beautiful strap of gold, embarrass President Jeff, and show my dominance all in one fell swoop. A smile slowly comes across my face, and I don’t even try to hide it “You know Jeff, I do believe that I‘ve seen the error of my ways! You have a very valid point and just this once I‘m going to play ball. ” “Wait What?” Jeff almost did a double take. He never expected me to cave. Damn, maybe he was bluffing. “I will gladly represent APW to the best of my ability. And trust me, after Saturday Night, the world will never look at you or APW the same EVER again. In fact, that night will go down in the history books, I guarantee it.” Jeff’s smile fades as he realize what Marvin’s doing. “What are you going to do?!!” Jeff actually raises from his seat. I didn’t know that lazy bastard ever stood for anything but a spotlight. “Ah Ah Ah, Jeffy Boy! It is the Christmas season, you don‘t want to spoil the surprise do you?” I begin to walk away while still calling back, imagining the worried expression he now has on his face. “But you‘ll soon find out that it‘s not nice to threaten your UNDISPUTED CHAMPION just before he represents you on National Television! Something tells me Jeff, it‘ll be a night you never forget.” “I‘m warning you! If you embarrass me, it will be the end of you in APW. ” I keep on walking using the old bad cell phone reception line. “Sorry Jeff, I can‘t hear you. Must be going through a tunnel or something. MERRY…..” I slam the door behind me and quickly walk down the hall as all his staff members stare at me. I giggle the whole way, unable to contain myself. Jeff wants me to represent…. I’ll represent all right. ------------------------------------------------------------- December 6 2012 - Overdrive, Backstage - “SURPRISE COCKFAG!” “NEVER FEAR! Your hero has arrived!” Yeah, I guess I could have been a little bit more diplomatic about things, but why bother. Chris Hart didn’t even look up at me, but I could tell that his shoulders tensed up as soon as he heard my voice. “And so my day keeps getting better!” Aww, poor Chris Hart is still butt hurt over his boyfriend Kurt Noble dumping him. He is in an especially sour mood, Kurt must have given him back the Backstreet Boys mixed tape he made him for those cold winter nights. “Is that anyway to speak to your Tag Team Partner?” “You‘ve GOT to be kidding me!” Chris’s face turned a new shade of red. I couldn’t tell if it was out of rage, or due to the fact he’s always had a crush on me and my sweet sweet ass! Probably the latter. “There is no way in hell I‘m teaming with a back stabbing douches bag like you!” “And you think I want to team with a whiney little coward who’s let more people down than an elevator? Alas, that is the hand we were dealt.” Chris just shakes his head. “Not happening, I‘ll talk to Jeff, he‘ll see things my way.” “You honestly think I haven‘t tried that?” “Well then I‘ll quit!” It’s enough to make you cry almost….or laugh. The sad thing is he’d actually do it to. Part of me want’s to let him, perhaps it will get me out of this damn match. But there’s another part of me who knows that my embarrassment of Jeff and APW relies heavily on Chris being in this match! Besides, I’d probably get strapped with some loser like Young Mannie. And as far as Tag team partners go, Chris isn’t a bad one. After all, it’s the only thing he’s EVER done right. “You could do that…. Lord knows it‘d be helping me out. ” Let’s see how he likes this reverse psychology. “And Kurt will certainly be laughing all the way to Christmas Chaos!” And that got his attention! Chris begins to fume at the mention of Kurt’s name. Ah, hell has no fury like a girlish boy scorned. “OR…. you could use this opportunity to stick it to everybody who‘s been calling you a pathetic wimp who can‘t survive without your boy toy. You could silence the critics once and for all by conquering two juggernauts in the world of wrestling and the only two stars Asylum has EVER had! It‘s up to you really.” Chris stares downat his feet for a second, then up at Terry. “I know what you‘re fucking doing!” SHIT! Busted! “But you have a point. It‘s time I took a step up and did something worthwhile in my career. Besides, proving once and for all that you can‘t defeat the entire world single handedly would put one hell of a smile on my face. ” Wait a minute! “And who knows, it might be fun to knock Chris Strike down a peg or two. ” “Let‘s not forget about Sally and her Four Pillars bullshit!” “Oh yeah, would definitely love to get my hands on her….. ” Well, that was an odd statement to throw in there. “But there‘s no way in hell the two of us could co exist. I mean, you‘re ego‘s the size of Carmen Rivera‘s ass when it‘s not photoshopped or squeezed into spandex.” I had to suppress my vomit. “And you don‘t give a damn about anybody but yourself. You‘d do whatever you could to make yourself look good. As for me, I‘d be too distracted by Sally.” Another awkward moment. “What if you had some incentive to win?” “Like?” “An Undisputed Title Shot.” That got his attention. As if I could make those kinds of matches. As if I WOULD make that match! “Think About it, it‘s an opportunity I know you‘ve always wanted, one that your buddy Kurt wouldn‘t be jealous of, one that your buddy Kurt never afforded you. And you‘d get what you REALLY want…. Your hands around my throat for ONE glorious Match. Come on Chris, let‘s make history!” Chris thinks it over….but not for long. “What the hell? It‘s not like I won‘t expect it if you stick a knife in my back. Besides, Sally should be up for some rough and tumble in a public ring.” I couldn’t let it go again. “Dude, you hittin that?” The beat red hue to his face answered my question. I respected him a tiny bit more….I’m sure it’ll pass like indigestion or bad gas. “But don‘t think for a second that I trust you. But you and I, we got a chance to prove Overdrive is superior. And I‘ve got a chance to rise to glory. ” “There you have it. Numero Uno and Dos ride together one last time.” I quickly turned and left before my joy gave myself away. Poor Chris Hart, I almost feel bad for including him in my insidious plot. But this is war…and casualties must be taken. --------------------------------------------------------------- December 13 2012 - IT’S SHOWTIME Blog Entry Calling Overdrive vs. Asylum a “Showcase” match is worse than a joke. It’s an insult to the intelligence of everyone who’s EVER followed APW. It’s a slaughter is what it is. Even the best person in that pathetic excuse of a minor league couldn’t hold the jock of Overdrives most pathetic mess. Which is probably a good thing considering that mess is my tag team partner. Fuck JEFF for forcing me into this train wreck, and FUCK Visionary Wrestling for giving him an excuse to put the screws to me. But don’t think that I won’t have the last laugh. I always have the last laugh and I always come out shining the brightest no matter what dark pile of shit I have to trudge through. The world will see that I am the one and only reason to pay attention to our bastardized sport anymore. All of the fakes and phonies have came and went, and still I stand, as REAL as the day I walked through that door. As for my opponents, It seems that the only think on Asylum worth advertising has been thrust upon me….as if the deck wasn’t stacked enough with my inept partner. But this match doesn’t really matter after all, does it? The entire purpose is for a bunch of promoters to sit around and get rich and fat off of our blood sweat and tears. Well I say FUCK THAT! I say the only person who comes out of this thing on top is THE REAL SHOW! Chris Strike, congratulations on your years and years of success, especially that newfound in APW since you’ve arrived. Being the suicidal champion is reason to hang your head high….. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA Sorry, I just couldn’t finish that thought without laughing out loud. Here is the legendary Chris Strike and he’s stuck at the bottom of the GREATEST fed this world has ever seen. That’s one hell of a shame to be sure. And if you keep stepping on the wrong toes and aligning yourself with people who will never let you shine no matter how much you prove your worth, you’ll never crawl out of that deep deep abyss. You see Chris, I have taken this business and thrown in on my shoulders for many years now, and every time the world piles on more weight, I simply answer the call and move on with my day. You’re just one more sack of dead weight I have to shrug off. As for you lovely Tag Team partner Mrs Sally Talfourd, she’s lost all relevancy since she abandoned the A-team and joined up with the underbelly of society in Asylum. I guess she just couldn’t cut it with the big boys….considering her alleged boyfriend has one alleged nut allegedly…. That isn’t surprising. Sally has accomplished much in her carrer, that is WITHOUT a doubt. But she’s not done everything, and she certainly hasn’t overshadowed those with undeniably more skill than she will EVER have. In fact, I still hold a feather in my cap that Sally was too futile to accomplish when I conquered and aced the “Test for the Best”, defeating Sally herself in what some are calling the biggest landslide in wrestling history, and then went on to claim the Undisputed Championship on my FIRST Try! There was no failure in my name. There was no crying and bitching after I ultimately failed….because I simply DO NOT FAIL! Sally, Strike, this week I enter a match I want nothing to do with….. This week I take full opportunity and make everyone else look like fools. This week, I prove once and for all why I am GODS GIFT TO WRESTLING. Visionary Wrestling, get ready to have your show stolen right out from under you. ITS SHOWTIME! |
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| Chris Strike | Dec 13 2012, 10:33 PM Post #5 |
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((OOC: Coding error in between first and second portion, edited it. Sorry.)) December 8th, 2012 - All-Star Wrestling Gym; Tampa, Florida Crash after crash, the sounds kept on echoing through the solid walls, resounding and making it appear as though a pair of furious waves crash against one another in eternal struggle for dominance. Grunts and battle cries followed along with each crash, followed by a few cheers and shouts of encouragement from the watching eyes as they saw the two wrestlers in the center giving it their absolute all - the pair of extremely talented members of APW’s Asylum brand, two of the “Four Pillars” that have recently established themselves with the mission of becoming the premiere show stealers within the brand, the company and professional wrestling as a whole, people who outright deliver your money’s worth and then some. The way of doing that, mainly, was to deliver on quality matches night in and out and right now, they were just doing just that in front of an audience of wrestling students whose looks made it seem like Christmas came early for them. A separate, independent booking of the two as a tandem had already occurred a few days back and the two could have fared a lot better given their individual talents and accomplishments over the years. Thus, in order to better their own teamwork leading up to APW’s “showcase” match of Asylum vs. Overdrive, the rather “divine” one of these Four Pillars made a few calls and got them an afternoon slot at a premiere wrestling school in Tampa, Florida that belonged to an old friend; a wrestling school on the rise and the place where TFWF’s “Red Comet” Leander Apollo learned his craft nearly four years ago. For the better part of fifteen minutes, the two pillars went at it, hold for hold, move for move, counter for counter, their idea of a “warm-up” while awaiting for the actual test at hand, the crowd eating up every single move of it. Finally, just as the two seemed ready to be right back at it in a battle of forearms versus forearms, the bell rang and with it, the crowd surrounding the ring that gathered to watch exploded in applause as the two began to look around, almost in awe. After soaking in the reaction for a few seconds, Sally Talfourd glanced over at Chris Strike confidently. “I’m glad Reggie let me pick my partner for this showcase,” she explained, taking in a deep breath, hands on her knees. “You’re pretty good.” “Pretty...good...” Strike panted, pressing his tongue against the front of the roof of his mouth, applying the necessary force to it. “Tch! Just ‘pretty good,’ huh?” Sally’s smile widened, in a rather all-knowing manner. “We gave them quite a show, didn’t we?” She looked around at the students of the All-Star Wrestling Gym. “For a warm-up, I mean.” “Who’s to say we wouldn’t be able to do this for real someday?” Strike returned her smile with a mirrored one. “Good warm-up indeed. Now, I wonder exactly where in the world is he...” Who was he? Why he was The King of Submissions, The King of Muay Thai, The American Hustler (Christ what’s with all the nicknames?)... He was the one and only Lyndon Dallins - long time tag team partner of Chris Strike (and best friend to boot), with a smoldering cigarette between his lips and taking a long and uneventful draw on it before unleashing a long gush of smoke from his nostrils. He stares at the crumpled cig before nodding slowly. “I was watching in the stands with my students, don’tcha know? Seems you guys put on quite the show and didn’t even charge.” Lyn slowly raises his hands and begins to let out a slow clap while nodding his head slowly. “Though I’m going to hope that wasn’t the best either of you can do. I mean Christ, you aren’t both worn out already...” “Pssh. Please.” Strike crossed his arms, before glancing over at Talfourd. “Remember the guy I kept telling you about that I roared Japan and the world at large with, doing things both of us realize now weren’t exactly kosher to win ourselves infamy and gold?” He gets a nod from the APW World Heavyweight champion. “Sally Talfourd, Lyn Dallins. Lyn Dallins, Sally Talfourd.” “Nice to meet you. From what I understand you guys are doing to APW what me and ol’ Thundara over here did to Japan... I mean that in the most positive way possible of course.” Lyn offers bemused, though he has a brief flashback to himself and a younger God of Thunder covered in the blood of their opponents and laughing maniacally before lighting a gasoline doused kendo stick on fire and... Well let’s not get into that. “So are you two beginning to get familiar with each other’s moves yet? I see you’re obviously getting it in hold for hold and the like but... What’s your teamwork like, eh?” “Well, it’s getting better.” Sally glanced over at Chris. “We’re still trying to get a kinks and such worked out, but with the hard work we’ve been putting in, I am pretty confident we can get it working.” “But we can use the help. And of course, you, dear Fujin...you know.” Strike and Dallins share a brief nod. Three tag team championship reigns under any and all kinds of matches to win and defend them, the two knew each other very, VERY well. “Normally, what we’ve got would be able to stand. But when on the other side of the fence is APW’s Undisputed champion Terry Marvin and our good old friend Chris Hart...yeah...we can use some work.” Lyn closed his eyes and nodded. “Read a few things about Marvin these days. Color me impressed. As for Chris Hart... Well...” The veteran grinned widely and shook his head. “I have quite a few scars from him. My memories of him, physical and mental have never left me. Alright, climb in the ring... We’re gonna go through a few things, yeah?” Lyn motions for the tag team at hand to follow him and rolls in the ring before he leans on the ropes. “Now, when it comes with working on tag teaming, one of the best ways to put things into practice is quick tags. It’s probably the best way to learn what the two of you can do and get down pat teamwork. So what we’re going to do here is... You’re going to practice quick tags on me.” Memories of Chris’s fiancee - SCW wrestler Jo McFarlane - beating on him with weaponry vaguely hit Lyn and he could at least hope that this would not end with him nearly concussed and wondering where his car keys were. The life of a trainer was never done. Strike looked at Talfourd and then back over at Lyn. “Um, you sure about this?” Sally asked him. Not knowing Lyn’s reputation for getting very much hands-on with his lessons and without much prior knowledge other than the fact he once tag teamed with her fellow Pillar member, she had her doubts. “Yeah, he’s got it under control. He’s an active wrestler still, so, he can take it.” Chris nodded, making his way over to the corner and onto the apron. “Alright, SalTal. Give it all ya got.” Nodding, Sally turned back over to Lyn, using her speed to quickly grab on to his arm and lock it into a hammerlock. Ducking an oncoming elbow, she still keeps a hold of the arm, creating her own momentum to push Lyn onto the turnbuckle, chest first. Sally follows suit with a tag out to Strike, who makes his way out, following suit on her attack by placing a series of stomps to the midsection of Lyn Dallins before attempting to tag Sally in again, only to be interrupted by a fierce punch to the sternum from Dallins, interrupting him from doing so. Lyndon choked on the air leaving his throat before he motioned, holding his hands up. “You have to move faster than that.” He wiped his mouth of spittal and slung Strike into the opposite corner and motioning as though he was about to tag someone in. “If I had someone in that corner, we’d be working you over and you’d be at a disadvantage... You can’t let someone catch you off-guard. Oh! Remember that match in Birmington? With the tag-team wearing mime makeup and their manager who was a stripper? We did that thing. You remember that thing right?” With a nod, The God of Thunder immediately irish-whipped a shocked Lyn into the corner where Sally waited. Before Lyn could open in a response attack, Chris quickly tagged Sally before kneeing Lyn in the chest and hopping over the trainer’s head and onto the corner before snapping his neck with a top-rope turnbuckle and leaving him laying. “Keep it moving Sal!” The exclamation from Strike seemed to bring Sally back to reality and suddenly, she flashed Chris a large grin before bringing Lyn back to his feet, hooking Lyn’s right arm again, turning it into another hammerlock - although this time, she took off running towards their corner, hopping up the turnbuckle, tagging Strike on the shoulder as she stepped into the second rope and then made her way to the top rope, looking back before jumping off the rope, graciously executing a flip in the mid air, landing on her back and using the momentum to send Lyn off his feet and arm dragging him nearly off his boots. Lyn laid there for sometime, before coughing and shaking his head. “Okay that--” Before he’s able to finish the sentence, Strike runs him down and lifts him up flapjacking him face first into the turnbuckle before tapping Sally on the shoulder as Lyn rolled around, gripping his mouth and screaming in his hands. Her response? Tagging on Chris as she leapt and hit a diving double foot stomp that had Lyn Dallins curled up in a fetal position with his rear in the air and silently screaming in pain. Strike glanced over at Sally, almost wide-eyed. “Oh, we’ve gotta use this one on Marvin.” Sally nodded, the two looking over at Lyn as Chris knelt by his partner. “I know you’re probably in a lot of pain, but I’m assuming this was what you were going for us to do here, yes?” “Yes.” Lyn whispered weakly before raising a halfway thumbs up before hugging his ribs again. “G-good job. Chris? Sally?” He asked in broken murmurs. “Told you he’d be of help,” Strike explained, aiding Lyn back to his feet and setting him against the corner, before looking over at another one of the figures that’s been watching very near the ring apron for quite some time now, watching as that person got on the apron. Chris couldn’t help the smirk that suddenly showed up on his face. “Took you long enough to get here.” Lyn looked up and his eyes told a tale of help before he nearly bolted into tagging the person on the apron. With a short bob haircut and a bandana around her neck, “Killer C” Caroline Dallins slung through the ropes and tilted her neck once, twice...giving it a crack. The younger cousin of Lyndon Dallins was dressed in her usual ring gear. Wrestling boots, gloves, knee-guards...and a bulletproof vest snug around her chest. She fist-bumped Lyn before taking the bandanna and tying it around her forehead. “Enough of the handicap match. Let’s give them some real practice. Dallins Gang 2.0 Anyone?” “What on Earth is a Dallins Gang?” Sally asked, whispering over to Chris, having very well noticed the new arrival and having a lot of questions floating in her mind. As in, who was the other woman, what about a real practice, what was it with the odd student with the full beard and long hair sliding in with a striped shirt and wait, were they about to have an actual match? Chris shrugged his shoulders. “It’s a long story, but believe me...” He licked his lips, wiping his hands together as he stared down at the opposite corner. “As they would say on the other side of that ring there...battle’s on!” “Well, I don’t know much about that...but they do look tough.” Sally took in a deep breath, realizing the challenge ahead of her at the moment, wanting to experience for herself this set of new challengers that her fellow Pillar in APW has introduced her to. “I’ll start us off.” “Watch yourself. Her style is somewhat similar to Marvin’s...but she hits like a goddamned freight train.” Strike makes his way over the ropes and onto the apron, still leaning his head forward, as both members of the Four Pillars in APW stared over at Lyn and Caroline Dallins. “It is intended to stop speed like yours, SalTal. Keep your feet moving, quick tags in and out...” “Got it. Quick question. Her name?” “Caroline. Caroline Dallins.” “...I look forward to it.” At that point, Greg - the long-haired, fully-bearded student at the gym with the referee shirt - motions for the bell and the sight of Sally Talfourd and Caroline Dallins circling one another is all that is seen here, the epic battle of tag teams and the final tuneup for the APW Showcase at the Garden ahead of the Pillars... The second time around went much smoother, crisper and yielded better results than the first. But would the third time be the charm for the Pillars? ----------------- December 15th, 2012; Madison Square Garden, New York City, New York The cameras for Visionary Wrestling Incorporated’s big, debuting show in Showcase Zero are in full swing here, capturing one of the many interview areas set-up inside the greatest arena in the world: Madison Square Garden. The visage they have captured in this case is an interviewing area resembling that of Action Packed Wrestling’s “Asylum” brand, a giant APW banner behind it. Standing in front of that banner are none other than the two representatives of the Asylum brand in APW, the current APW World Heavyweight champion Sally Talfourd and the current APW Suicidal champion Chris Strike. Both have matching black, red and white vests with hoods on them and their respective wrestling gear colored in the same fashion - the Asylum colors being represented in full here. Their respective belts are fastened to their right shoulders and a pair of matching smiles greet the ViW viewing audiences. “The time is finally upon us, ladies and gentlemen. December fifteenth, Madison Square Garden, the showcase that all of you have been waiting for, a battle for brand superiority...and of course, what has been dubbed into the APW circles as the clash of ‘Team K-Pop!’ Long story behind this one, but believe me, between Sally Talfourd and I, we have been awaiting this match with zen-like patience ever since its announcement. After all, the two men opposite from us are two people that we are quite familiar with, that we have gone up against in the past and more will likely will end up seeing in some capacity in the future inside of that ring.” Sally takes to the centre of attention for the moment, the audience no doubt continuing to be captivated by these megastars. “Strike here is exactly right: We are familiar with our opponents. Familiar enough to know. Familiar enough to expect. But familiar enough to make sure that we’re on our A-game. For, you see, we’re both wily enough to know that you don’t win anything by working to expectations in this business. Nothing is the same as yesterday, that’s for sure. I mean, look at VW Inc itself. This is the first show. There is no ‘yesterday’ upon which to base our expectations on. Visionary Wrestling is just that: Visionary. Breaking expectations, breaking down the barriers, changing the landscape of professional wrestling. And, in a small part, we’re going to be helping the company do that with our match ” Strike nods solemnly. “With every new company, there are new beginnings, new expectations, a tabula rasa as to how the first event is going to be help this new venture set the bar for future events. They say you never forget your first time and with that, the powers-that-be in Action Packed Wrestling saw very much fit to not waste time and put their mark in a fair share of history by making themselves an unprecedented bout here at Showcase Zero, here in the greatest arena in the world: Madison Square Garden.” “Here at Visionary Wrestling, one of the biggest showdowns is happening in amongst a whole raft of bigger things. A match like this? It’s an APW main event for one of the biggest shows that we have: Rasslemania. But there are so many big and massive things happening around us that, well, things might be a little crowded. But don’t you worry: With the level of skill that all four of us bring to this match, we are bound to impress. Yes, you heard me right: Hart and Marvin are talented … enough. They have done what it takes to get up and on the map. And, yeah, they actually stand a half-chance. But this team here,” Sally gestures between herself and Strike “This team doesn’t do anything in half-measure. We don’t do matches in halves, we don’t do competing in halves, and we certainly don’t do winning in halves.” Strike adjusts his APW Suicidal title on his shoulder. “Over the last few weeks, Sally here made it her mission to find a group of like-minded people in APW that were ready to answer the call in the Asylum brand, people who are willing to deliver on the best matches possible, to make the brand stand out entirely compared to the Overdrive brand where Chris Hart and Terry Marvin are at - regardless of ideologies, regardless of crowd reactions. Sally Talfourd and Chris Strike are one-half of the ‘Four Pillars’ of Asylum, of APW and tonight is a night where we plan on putting our money where our mouths are and we do it in the way that tag team wrestling has been done...as a team.” Sally pulls Strike in close, wrapping an arm over on shoulder as best she can. “We’re a whole. A unit. We’ve been working as a team longer than Marvin and Hart have known about the match. We’ve been a pairing for weeks now and have learned each other very well. We’ve been a unit in and out of the ring long enough to know that, hey, we do work well together. No realignment needed. No negotiation needed. No new lines of communication needed. We are a whole, while you tow, Marvin and Hart … you two are two halves of two different things. Hart is the good half, Marvin is the bad half. You are an embodied yin-yang. And while that might seem like a good thing, it’s really not. ” Sally takes her hands and brings them together, interlocking the fingers. “This is us. We are not the separate, not the two polar opposites. But you two?” Sally puts her palms flat together, the fingers running up along each other, but never connecting. “You are this. You are two things, two halves, that can never come together. Yes the yin and the yang compliment each other, but they do not work together. They compete against each other. The rival each other. They challenge each other. But they do not compliment each other. That is your destiny in this match. That is the fate you are both facing when it comes to the match. Neither of you have what it takes to get on with the other. Hart, you are too kind and good and loveable! Marvin, you are just vile and reprehensible and evil. Hart doesn’t have it in him to be like Marvin, and Marvin sure doesn’t have room with his ego to be like Hart.” “This, what you’re looking at, is a team. A team wins tag team matches. A team wins in an event like this. A team has what it takes to beat two individuals. It doesn’t matter how good you are individually, it matters how good you work together. We work together, you two don’t. That’s the bottom line of all this. And when we work together, we work harder and tougher and faster than anything you two can muster. My weaknesses are filled by Strike here. And his by me. Where I am weak, he is strong. Where he is slow, I am fast. Where I am small, he is big. Where he is flash, I am bang. Because we’re a team, we feed off each other. And because we feed of each other, we are both hungry for the win. More hungry than the two of you, that’s for sure!” Chris crosses his arms, brown eyes focusing on the camera lens in front of them, slowly exhaling. “Chris Hart, you and I have had our fair share of history since the old, defunct days of Pro Wrestling FIRE - paying our dues by wrestling at small hotels and conference rooms across the midwest. You and I started off as enemies and within that time period, I did grow to respect you...but I know the score between us too well in matches against one another. You’re leading that series three to one. If we go by the sport of hockey we both love so much, that means that if I lose here, the series is done, out of reach, finito! Gotta push game five here, son.” He chuckles for a moment, shaking his head. “But in all seriousness, I know that you’re going to push yourself harder than anything to make something out of nothing, to make damn sure people know that you aren’t just going to lie down easily, even if what you have to team with is a conniving, vile snake that tends to bite when you least expect it. However, you know all too well that we’re not the same people we were in 2011 when we last fought. You’ve gotten better...and so have I. So let’s put that all to the test come Showcase Zero. Let’s see if you claim the series or if I force Game 6, my friend.” “As for Terry Marvin, well, what can you say about the guy? Maybe not the hottest of starts in his genesis within APW, but surely and in the most consistent form possible, he started to reveal his true potential. As a ridiculously talented wrestler with a matching ego and of course, his calling card...that being of a Megastar that shows up for every single big event that he attends.” Strike takes a moment to reflect on all the bits and pieces he has gathered about the APW Undisputed champion in the Overdrive brand over his short time spent there along with the bits of scouting prior to joining the brand. “Be it his multiple matches against fellow Pillar man in Keaton Saint, the Test for the Best tournament, taking on Kurt Noble when the man was at his best, Terry’s proven worthy of his ‘Real Show’ moniker. But that doesn’t change the fact he’s probably going to stand on his tiny ass little mount and attempt to give the sermon of a lifetime about how Sally and I are ‘the little people’ or some indignant nonsense of the sort. See, as good as he is wrestling, the diatribe has remained redundant for the many years that Terry has roamed the land. It’s plain and simple…Overdrive sent two of their great individuals. What Asylum sent, however, was a tandem. The combination of two absolute workaholics that personify the words competitive force of nature more so than that Tim Tebow guy who’ll be watching the show from some sky box.” Chris glanced over at Sally, not having to look down at all given the fact they both stood at five-foot-eleven. “See, Sally Talfourd, Chris Strike and our fellow Pillars in TJ and Keaton Saint who are watching, we…are the foundation for a better brand of wrestling. We are the forces of nature and nurture who will prove that the Asylum brand has the talent and the tenacity to provide the best wrestling in APW and in the sport, one hundred percent of the way. For us, Showcase Zero isn’t just coming out and attempting to get along with a non-compatible partner. It’s not attempting to extend our massive egos over a crowd that’ll have no hesitations to flip the middle finger at anything they see as bullshit. For SalTal and I, this is the beginning of our road. This is where we make our first of many stands and prove to the world at large that Asylum isn’t just some place where careers go to die or Overdrive’s redheaded stepchild!” The eyes narrow on the God of Thunder, eyes brimming with pure focus, a determination to win and prove his point with actions to back up these very words. “Overdrive and the rest of the world at large can send anybody they see fit to try and break the Four Pillars. Unfortunately for Chris Hart and Terry Marvin, they are going to find out firsthand that the God of Thunder, the Last Magician and the Four Pillars as a whole are plain and simply unbreakable! So what if it’s show time? So what if I believe in Hart just as much as I once believed in Noble? Showcase Zero, Overdrive and the wrestling world are going to find out that the ‘inmates’ running Asylum are the best in the whole damn world!” Both Strike and Talfourd have matching smiles on their faces, the two taking a step closer as the cameras close-in on them. “…And there isn’t a damned thing any of you will be able to do to stop us!” Edited by Chris Strike, Dec 13 2012, 10:34 PM.
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