Post by Nightmare on Jan 8, 2006 16:47:55 GMT -5
[fade up]
[our host is free of the straight jacket for the time being; Blake is still passed out. but nevertheless, he has his thoughts. the dusty air of the old abandoned apartment roughly fills our lungs, the old creaky walls and floors seem to be over a hundred years old, we hear nothing accept the slow coarse breathing of our next NAPW TV Champion, Apocalypse, and the slow breathing of a fast asleep Blake Larkinson, and there is a faint smell of wood, gasoline, and rusted metal. Apocalypse is sitting on an old wooden chair]
[Apocalypse sniffs the air through a black and red mask and breaths out slowly through his mouth, which then moves into the sickly, spiteful smile we are all too used to]
Apocalypse> Don Travelli. God damn it, you sound like the Godfather. I guess that is why you go by the nickname 'The Don', drink nothing but champaigne, and keep repeating the phrases 'capeesh' and 'sleepa wida fishes'.
[he shakes his head and stands. Blake stirs]
Apocalypse> Look, I have no special family I am a part of, I have no crazy nickname like 'The Apocalypse' or whatever, nor do I give a damn about you. You say things like I was thrown into the mix of the TV Championship. Okay, I'll buy it, but you seem to be forgetting something. You had one match against the man with more losses than any superstar in the NAPW, and you are placed before me in the rankings. I worked hard to be where I am. You laid one punch down on that rat bastard, Malone, and you had the match served to you on a silver platter.
[he shakes his head, and walks over to a crooked shelf on the wall. there sits a golden belt that reads: "Ultimate World Heavyweight Champion: Apocalypse". he takes the belt down and studies it, before smiling spitefully]
Apocalypse> You think you are special? I think you are special. You beat the guy everyone else beat and you get a title shot? Bullsh*t. You say sh*t like I'm gonna sleep with fishes, or whatever. I take it you have never read the Bible.
[he pulls a small leather-bound book from his pocket and opens it to a bookmarked page]
Apocalypse> A meteor is said to plummet to the ocean. The ocean will turn to blood. Half the fish in the ocean will die, half the boats in the ocean will sink, and Judgement Day begins. I may be paraphrasing a little bit, but I get the point across. Action! is Judgement Day for you and The Crusher, Travelli. A meteor will plummet to Earth, and you will be sleeping in an ocean of death and blood. I can see it already.
[he looks up as though he were predicting the future]
Apocalypse> How the match starts is irrellivant. we enter the ring and square off, same old sh*t as always. but near the end, it will seem that all hope is lost for Apocalypse, The Crusher will be too hurt to move, and Travelli will think he has defeated the ultimate enemy. Until ofcourse Travelli tries to administer a sleeper hold. Apocalypse will counter with a snapmare, and then he will wait for Travelli to stand before the Deathday is administered. Travelli will fall a beaten man, Apocalypse will exit carrying both Crusher, and Travelli, and placing them into a large casket. He will leave carrying the NAPW TV Championship belt over his shoulder.
[Apocalypse looks back at the camera. a white smile fills his masked face as he stands and walks towards a slowly waking Blake]
[fade out]
[our host is free of the straight jacket for the time being; Blake is still passed out. but nevertheless, he has his thoughts. the dusty air of the old abandoned apartment roughly fills our lungs, the old creaky walls and floors seem to be over a hundred years old, we hear nothing accept the slow coarse breathing of our next NAPW TV Champion, Apocalypse, and the slow breathing of a fast asleep Blake Larkinson, and there is a faint smell of wood, gasoline, and rusted metal. Apocalypse is sitting on an old wooden chair]
[Apocalypse sniffs the air through a black and red mask and breaths out slowly through his mouth, which then moves into the sickly, spiteful smile we are all too used to]
Apocalypse> Don Travelli. God damn it, you sound like the Godfather. I guess that is why you go by the nickname 'The Don', drink nothing but champaigne, and keep repeating the phrases 'capeesh' and 'sleepa wida fishes'.
[he shakes his head and stands. Blake stirs]
Apocalypse> Look, I have no special family I am a part of, I have no crazy nickname like 'The Apocalypse' or whatever, nor do I give a damn about you. You say things like I was thrown into the mix of the TV Championship. Okay, I'll buy it, but you seem to be forgetting something. You had one match against the man with more losses than any superstar in the NAPW, and you are placed before me in the rankings. I worked hard to be where I am. You laid one punch down on that rat bastard, Malone, and you had the match served to you on a silver platter.
[he shakes his head, and walks over to a crooked shelf on the wall. there sits a golden belt that reads: "Ultimate World Heavyweight Champion: Apocalypse". he takes the belt down and studies it, before smiling spitefully]
Apocalypse> You think you are special? I think you are special. You beat the guy everyone else beat and you get a title shot? Bullsh*t. You say sh*t like I'm gonna sleep with fishes, or whatever. I take it you have never read the Bible.
[he pulls a small leather-bound book from his pocket and opens it to a bookmarked page]
Apocalypse> A meteor is said to plummet to the ocean. The ocean will turn to blood. Half the fish in the ocean will die, half the boats in the ocean will sink, and Judgement Day begins. I may be paraphrasing a little bit, but I get the point across. Action! is Judgement Day for you and The Crusher, Travelli. A meteor will plummet to Earth, and you will be sleeping in an ocean of death and blood. I can see it already.
[he looks up as though he were predicting the future]
Apocalypse> How the match starts is irrellivant. we enter the ring and square off, same old sh*t as always. but near the end, it will seem that all hope is lost for Apocalypse, The Crusher will be too hurt to move, and Travelli will think he has defeated the ultimate enemy. Until ofcourse Travelli tries to administer a sleeper hold. Apocalypse will counter with a snapmare, and then he will wait for Travelli to stand before the Deathday is administered. Travelli will fall a beaten man, Apocalypse will exit carrying both Crusher, and Travelli, and placing them into a large casket. He will leave carrying the NAPW TV Championship belt over his shoulder.
[Apocalypse looks back at the camera. a white smile fills his masked face as he stands and walks towards a slowly waking Blake]
[fade out]