Post by Chris Lionheart on Mar 31, 2008 8:41:02 GMT -5
Lionheart steps out of the limo he's travelled to the arena in, assuring the other passengers that he's physically and mentally fit. Lionheart watches the limo pull away and drive out of the parking lot. He turns towards the arena's side door, and then off to the side, where a large stack of boxes occupy a space next to a rubbish dumpster. He walks over and pushes them over in a fit of rage and kicks the arena door open.
Entering the arena he facing a concession stand, displaying Nigel Sledge merchandise. He buys all the tshirts avaliable. He turns right, and heads towards the basement. Down the stairs in the basement there is plenty of crap. A few tables, a large plate glass window propped up against empty metal framework. Metal poles... you name it. Lionheart looks around, grabbing one of the big waste paper bins, and drags it from the room and back up the stairs.
He makes his way way through the arena hallways again, his hair mattered to his forehead underneath his bandanna in frustration. With the tshirts under one arm, dragging the bin accross the floor behind him with the other, he makes quite a lot of noise in his search for the ring area. Passing the locker room area, a wrestler walks out.
It's none other than Brandon 'Genesis' Payne, who asks what the hell Lionheart is doing. Lionheart burns a hole through the former 'Prince of PWNage' and simply offers a nod to follow him as explanation.
With Genesis in tow, the two turn a corner and see the geurrilla position, the backstage of the entrance way. Genesis rushes ahead out onto the stage, and pulls back the curtain, the fans half cheering, half wondering what the hell he's doing. As Lionheart steps through, both arms full, his hair and permenantly fixed facial experession of half-enraged, half distant, the fans know something is about to go down.
Genesis gets in the ring and Lionheart throws the bin up to him. Genesis fetches a microphone from the announcers, as Lionheart grabs something else from under the ring. Genesis turns around and sees Lionheart standing there with a baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire, with a crazy look in his eye. He holds it out towards Genesis, who cautiously takes it from him. Slowly Genesis raise the microphone and asks if Lionheart is OK, making note of the large and bloodied plaster which is across Lionheart's forehead from the repeated ladder shots from Nigel Sledge last night at the PPV. Lionheart suddenly reaches out, grabs the microphone with his hand, and jerks it, and Genesis, forward in a face to face confrontation. With both their hands around the mic handle, Lionheart raises it to his mouth.
Do you feel it?
Genesis looks puzzled. He asks 'feel what?' Lionheart, with mic in hand, breaks away from Genesis and walks over to the waste paper bin, violently throwing the tshirts into it. The chest of one of them proudly displays Nigel's sneering face skywards as it pokes out of the top of the bin. Lionheart remains with his back to Genesis, raises the microphone, and begins talking to Genesis and the crowd whilst keeping his eyes firmly locked on Nigel Sledges tshirt printed face.
For the longest time, I've not been the Lionheart that everybody knows I could be. Would be, back in the day. Hell.... the Lionheart I should be. You see Genny, my friend, I once got fired for being so 'open' on the mic. From two companies actually. But all that changed afew weeks ago when Nigel Sledge tried to get his hands on Prime's dirty money - and tried to take me out. I knew then that I couldn't be the complacent Lionheart I've been for a long time now. I couldn't be the Lionheart that coasts by and comes to work, but only just manages to keep his head above water. I used to be the Lionheart who not only broke away from the pack, but became the god-damn measuring stick for everyone else in the company... and that was in several companies. But that was then, and this is now. That was old, and this is new.
Genesis places a hand on Lionheart's shoulder, sensing that his friend isn't quite right.
Nigel Sledge, begrudgingly I want to thank you. Thank you for the wake up call. Thank you for knocking a few screws loose in this ole head o'mine. Recently I found out that one of those companies that fired my ass shut its doors. Is there any sweeter indication that the care-free, speak-his-mind, never-caring-about-theconsequences Lionheart should return? Is there any better feeling of personal justice and validation than watching enemies get their pay back? I remember before I was hospitalised, I wrote a website article for XWA's website. It asked but one question in it's title. Can old be new again? Well I say yes! You see, the wrestling world I once knew, once excelled in, once practically held in the palm of my hand, might be dead. But I'm not! Nigel Sledge made that mistake. He left me breathing. And I don't plan on dying any time soon.
Lionheart shruggs Genesis' hand off his shoulder, picks up the barbed wire baseball bat and begins whacking the metal waste paper bin, denting and disfiguring it further with each well placed hit.
I was once known as 'The New Hardcore Revolution'. I may not be as proficient with the weaponary anymore as Nigel Sledge is now - but unlike most people I'm not afraid to step into an extreme matchup with him! Hell, I asked for it at the PPV. I got some good shots in myself, for a while I thought I was going to win it, but then it was all snatched away. I'm begging for a rematch to be honest...
Lionheart drops the barbed wire bat, and turns to face Genesis again, getting in close in a face to face like before. Genesis tries to wrestle the mic away, clearly concerned about Lionheart now.
But as my head was getting stitched up last night I started to think a few things. The first thing was 'this tickles'. The second is that after last year, and this year's bounty, I'm no where near finished with Prime. If there's anything left of him after you get done, you let me know. Then I got a third thought. And I think I like this one the best. I remembered what you said after your match with Ryder the other week. Let me refresh your memory, changing it up a bit to relate to me. "Way I see it. From this point forward. Screw the boundries... now for me, its not been about the boundries." Its about me coming back to XWA in season two to get my hands around those that sought my destruction in season one; and personal validation.
You want Prime, I want Sledge. I don't know about you...
Lionheart breaks away once more and picks up the barbed wire baseball bat. He holds it high above his head, and reaches into his pocket with the other hand, pulling out a lighter. Lionheart sets ablaze to the barbed wire, then slowly brings it down to the trash bin with his straight arm lowered in a behedding motion. The tshirts catch fire and the flames leap high....
I don't know about you... Genny my boy... but I'm a little unbalanced. A little unstable. It's time to unleash the madness! I feel in the mood for a little tag team extreme match up. Who knows, flaming barb wire bats and flaming tables might even come into play. What do you say?!
Entering the arena he facing a concession stand, displaying Nigel Sledge merchandise. He buys all the tshirts avaliable. He turns right, and heads towards the basement. Down the stairs in the basement there is plenty of crap. A few tables, a large plate glass window propped up against empty metal framework. Metal poles... you name it. Lionheart looks around, grabbing one of the big waste paper bins, and drags it from the room and back up the stairs.
He makes his way way through the arena hallways again, his hair mattered to his forehead underneath his bandanna in frustration. With the tshirts under one arm, dragging the bin accross the floor behind him with the other, he makes quite a lot of noise in his search for the ring area. Passing the locker room area, a wrestler walks out.
It's none other than Brandon 'Genesis' Payne, who asks what the hell Lionheart is doing. Lionheart burns a hole through the former 'Prince of PWNage' and simply offers a nod to follow him as explanation.
With Genesis in tow, the two turn a corner and see the geurrilla position, the backstage of the entrance way. Genesis rushes ahead out onto the stage, and pulls back the curtain, the fans half cheering, half wondering what the hell he's doing. As Lionheart steps through, both arms full, his hair and permenantly fixed facial experession of half-enraged, half distant, the fans know something is about to go down.
Genesis gets in the ring and Lionheart throws the bin up to him. Genesis fetches a microphone from the announcers, as Lionheart grabs something else from under the ring. Genesis turns around and sees Lionheart standing there with a baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire, with a crazy look in his eye. He holds it out towards Genesis, who cautiously takes it from him. Slowly Genesis raise the microphone and asks if Lionheart is OK, making note of the large and bloodied plaster which is across Lionheart's forehead from the repeated ladder shots from Nigel Sledge last night at the PPV. Lionheart suddenly reaches out, grabs the microphone with his hand, and jerks it, and Genesis, forward in a face to face confrontation. With both their hands around the mic handle, Lionheart raises it to his mouth.
Do you feel it?
Genesis looks puzzled. He asks 'feel what?' Lionheart, with mic in hand, breaks away from Genesis and walks over to the waste paper bin, violently throwing the tshirts into it. The chest of one of them proudly displays Nigel's sneering face skywards as it pokes out of the top of the bin. Lionheart remains with his back to Genesis, raises the microphone, and begins talking to Genesis and the crowd whilst keeping his eyes firmly locked on Nigel Sledges tshirt printed face.
For the longest time, I've not been the Lionheart that everybody knows I could be. Would be, back in the day. Hell.... the Lionheart I should be. You see Genny, my friend, I once got fired for being so 'open' on the mic. From two companies actually. But all that changed afew weeks ago when Nigel Sledge tried to get his hands on Prime's dirty money - and tried to take me out. I knew then that I couldn't be the complacent Lionheart I've been for a long time now. I couldn't be the Lionheart that coasts by and comes to work, but only just manages to keep his head above water. I used to be the Lionheart who not only broke away from the pack, but became the god-damn measuring stick for everyone else in the company... and that was in several companies. But that was then, and this is now. That was old, and this is new.
Genesis places a hand on Lionheart's shoulder, sensing that his friend isn't quite right.
Nigel Sledge, begrudgingly I want to thank you. Thank you for the wake up call. Thank you for knocking a few screws loose in this ole head o'mine. Recently I found out that one of those companies that fired my ass shut its doors. Is there any sweeter indication that the care-free, speak-his-mind, never-caring-about-theconsequences Lionheart should return? Is there any better feeling of personal justice and validation than watching enemies get their pay back? I remember before I was hospitalised, I wrote a website article for XWA's website. It asked but one question in it's title. Can old be new again? Well I say yes! You see, the wrestling world I once knew, once excelled in, once practically held in the palm of my hand, might be dead. But I'm not! Nigel Sledge made that mistake. He left me breathing. And I don't plan on dying any time soon.
Lionheart shruggs Genesis' hand off his shoulder, picks up the barbed wire baseball bat and begins whacking the metal waste paper bin, denting and disfiguring it further with each well placed hit.
I was once known as 'The New Hardcore Revolution'. I may not be as proficient with the weaponary anymore as Nigel Sledge is now - but unlike most people I'm not afraid to step into an extreme matchup with him! Hell, I asked for it at the PPV. I got some good shots in myself, for a while I thought I was going to win it, but then it was all snatched away. I'm begging for a rematch to be honest...
Lionheart drops the barbed wire bat, and turns to face Genesis again, getting in close in a face to face like before. Genesis tries to wrestle the mic away, clearly concerned about Lionheart now.
But as my head was getting stitched up last night I started to think a few things. The first thing was 'this tickles'. The second is that after last year, and this year's bounty, I'm no where near finished with Prime. If there's anything left of him after you get done, you let me know. Then I got a third thought. And I think I like this one the best. I remembered what you said after your match with Ryder the other week. Let me refresh your memory, changing it up a bit to relate to me. "Way I see it. From this point forward. Screw the boundries... now for me, its not been about the boundries." Its about me coming back to XWA in season two to get my hands around those that sought my destruction in season one; and personal validation.
You want Prime, I want Sledge. I don't know about you...
Lionheart breaks away once more and picks up the barbed wire baseball bat. He holds it high above his head, and reaches into his pocket with the other hand, pulling out a lighter. Lionheart sets ablaze to the barbed wire, then slowly brings it down to the trash bin with his straight arm lowered in a behedding motion. The tshirts catch fire and the flames leap high....
I don't know about you... Genny my boy... but I'm a little unbalanced. A little unstable. It's time to unleash the madness! I feel in the mood for a little tag team extreme match up. Who knows, flaming barb wire bats and flaming tables might even come into play. What do you say?!
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PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT!!! HAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! That's brilliant. Bloody brilliant. We're afraid of fightin' a pair of piffers that we beat the holy blue hell out of. That's rich. Classic stuff. You need to be on Comedy Central Presents, mate. You also need to stop sniffin' that China White, boy-o. Seems to have ya' brain thinking that You actually mean somethin' in this business. Ya' see, since the moment you two entered XWA, all I've ever heard both you wankas talk about is how great you are. How much you did in your old company. How "legendary" you supposedly are. Legends in yer own jaded lil' minds maybe.