Post by darkdisciple on Jun 21, 2012 1:28:22 GMT -5
Backstage at a NYCCW Live event at Ace Arena
"I don't have a match tonight."
I say it flatly, but I'm somewhat disappointed. I have what might be the biggest opportunity of my career coming up and Turner isn't even letting me get a few practice matches in. I look at the matches that were lined up. It was mostly the new guys and some developmental talents. The matches wouldn't be that long, and as long as I was here, I could at least make sure the crowd was behind me come Caged Aggression. Johnny Clash had said some bold things, stupid things, but bold nonetheless. I needed to remind him why cracking jokes was the last thing he needed to do. And I needed to remind the fans that I wasn't the odd one out in this upcoming match, I was just as capable of winning as anyone else.
I head over to the show manager's table. The manager working tonight was a veteran. He had been in charge of more shows than I had even been in. So when I asked him if I could have a few minutes between one of the matches, he told me to take as long as I wanted to. The show wasn't televised further than the NYCCW Youtube channel, so if it ran long, there wouldn't be any problems.
I didn't have to think too long about what I wanted to say. I wasn't the kind of guy who planned words in advance. I was much more comfortable just getting in the ring and telling everyone what was going on. The words I needed always came to me, and I was fortunate enough to have been given the gift of having my words carry weight. Some would call it charisma, I called it knowing what people wanted to see, what they wanted to hear, and what they wanted to go and tell their friends they heard me say live.
After watching Big Jack Grizzly tear through three 'local athletes' at the same time, the manager gave me a nod and I headed for the entrance area. The way that NYCCW set up the stage was ingenious. The music and titantron technician was out by the side of the main stage, which allowed him to view the operations firsthand to make sure nothing went wrong. But the way the table was positioned, he could just see behind the small entrance wall that concealed the tunnel we entered through. So when I walked behind that wall, he gave me a raised hand, the sign to wait so he could prepare my entrance. After a few seconds he gave me the thumbs up. I returned the thumbs up and he went to work.
After a tense pause, I hear the opening bars of Fireproof. After the singer from Pillar whispers the intro "It's my time to rise, get back to the basics, and make this, Fireproof." I smile to myself as I think of why I chose that song. Back when I was in the military, my littlest sister Tija was terrified of the thought. She was so sure I would be killed that she actually had tried to hold the door shut when I left for my first drill camp. When I actually entered anti-terror operations I thought she would be the fist 10 year old to have a heart attack. Then after my second year of duty, when I returned home, she was much calmer, she thought I was very brave, and all her fears seemed to be gone. When I asked her why, she said "Ich bat Gott jeden Tag, damit du feuerfest bekommst. So dass ich wusste, du würdst immer sicher sein." Ever since then, she's done the same, except now, the bullets have become opponents, and I'm not about to lose her faith. I wait for the drop of the chorus, then I walk out to put on a show...
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From here, the RP will be told in the third person
As the chorus of Fireproof begins, Apostle Kried steps out from behind the entrance screen to a large pop for such a modest, house show crowd. Apostle is clearly not going to compete as he's wearing blue jeans and a white Team Germany football sweater. He also has his Tag title around his waist. He flashes his signature toothy grin as he hi fives the fans along the entrance ramp. He climbs the stairs up to the apron and walks the length of one side of the ring before turning out to the fans and flinging out his arms, striking the Eisernes Kreuz pose as the fans cheer. He climbs into the ring and strikes the pose again facing the other way. He grabs the microphone that a ringside attendant placed near one of the posts and leans against the turnbuckles as he waits for the fans to calm down before speaking.
Well, here I am. Again... in an NYCCW ring...
Apostle trails off and starts to look bored... suddenly he snaps up and looks around like an excited puppy.
Holy crap I'm in an NYCCW ring! This is fantastic! When did this happen? Are all of you people here right now... here to see me?
The crowd responds with a massive cheer and a chant of "KRIED, KRIED, KRIED!"
That's... That's fantastic because you see... I live for this. I live for coming out here, and putting on a show. I love coming out here, and making all of you... He points out at the crowd Making all of you glad to be fans... of professional wrestling.
What I don't live for, is mincing words. I say what I mean to say, and I never, ever apologize for it. So, I'll get this out of the way first, what happened at Bright Lights....
The crowd starts to boo as the realize what Apostle is referring to.
At Bright Lights I counted a pinfall against my own partner Stytch, the fan who shares the tag team titles with me. He gestures to the belt around his waist. Now, that had nothing to do with it being Stytch, that had nothing to do with it being Johnny Clash The crowd erupts in boos as Johnny's name is mentioned. Apostle nods Yeah, I know Johnny thinks everything has to do with him, but believe it or not, no! This in fact was completely and totally unrelated to the men in the ring. It had to do with one man and one man only. Apostle points out at the crowd, then slowly turns his finger around to point towards himself. This was about, ME. This was about me and what I was out there to do, and what I was out there to do was take over not if but when Rye Payne utterly failed to do what he was supposed to do just like he fails everything else. And to do his job in being an official representative of the NYCCW rules in this ring.
Yes, Rye was an idiot, Rye got involved, Rye got his scrawny ass kicked. And the end result was hardly achieved with any level of certainty. But I wasn't going to stand by and watch. I wasn't out there to help my partner. I still believe Stytch would have won that match had Rye not been perhaps the biggest moron in the history of wrestling, but I couldn't do anything about that. I couldn't stop Rye, I couldn't help Stytch, I did my job, and I do not apologize.
Now, that being said what happened on Saturday means absolutely nothing. I've talked to Stytch, and Stytch is fine with what happened, well, he's fine with all of it except... that one little detail where Johnny Clash took us both out from behind. That didn't sit too well with either of us. At this point the crowd's booing hits a new level.
But that's okay! Hey, I get it, you have this strange idea that you would somehow prove a point, or maybe you could, get in my head by taking me out from behind... Apostle smirks and shakes his head slowly. I hate to break it to you Johnny, I don't work like that. All you've done is given me a taste of that title. A small ripple of laughter rifles through the crowd.
You see Johnny, I feel like you overlooked me. And I don't like being overlooked. I mean, let's think about it, you talked about Stytch for what, 5 minutes? And Rye, you gave him about the same... maybe a little less. Me? What 30 seconds? And even that was just about some Honolulu shaped stain you fantasize about while jerking off? hey, I get it, don't worry, I don't judge, Bengay is great for wanker's cramp by the way. Apostle winks and smiles as the crowd laughs, then cheers while chanting "Wanker's Cramp, Wanker's Cramp."
But your bizarre fetishes aside, you are guilty Johnny Clash, you are guilty of overconfidence and pride. I'm out here, keeping thousands of people entertained by myself with nothing more than a microphone while you resort to hiring midgets to get you cheap laughs. You try your best to hide it Johnny, but you're not funny, you're not charismatic, hell Johnny, the only reason you get people to listen to you is that they paid to get in here, and they at least know at some point you'll have to shut up.
But everything you are Johnny, I'm not. I am entertaining, I come out here for one reason and that is to be entertaining. I know what these people want, and I give it to them every time I step in this ring. Another thing Johnny, I can wrestle. I don't know if you've noticed, but I've been winning. I've been winning a lot. And if you think I'm going to be just another opponent, then I'll give it to you straight Johnny, I'm walking out of that cage with the World Heavyweight Championship. Maybe that's it Johnny, maybe you didn't talk about me because you don't know. Maybe you're making up random stories about me because you've got nothing you can mock about me in the ring.
I don't plan on fighting you Johnny, I plan on beating you, and I plan on beating Rye, and I plan on beating Stytch. I plan on walking into that steel cage, and doing what I do best, and that's winning.
Because Caged Aggression isn't about you Johnny, it's not about me, or Rye, or Stytch, it's not about the Tag team titles, it's not about Flabbypants, it's not about H4ck3r, it's not about Drake Hunter, it's not about 500 pounds of watered down bull manure getting dumped on your 'queen' Apostle pauses a moment before taking a couple of steps and saying in a different tone of voice, Although that was absolutely hilarious wasn't it? The crowd roars with approval. I mean, a woman scorned right? Anyways, it's not about the new guys, it's not about the old guys, it's not about the True Wrestling Icons, it's not about the False Wrestling Icons, it's not about money, it's not about pride, it's not about revenge, and it's certainly not about midgets dressed up in paintball gear. It's about one thing Johnny, it's about the World...Heavyweight...Championship, and the man who's walking out with that... is me.
Apostle drops the mic and the crowd roars much louder than a crowd of that size should have been capable. Fireproof plays again as Apostle climbs out of the ring and hi fives more fans as he heads backstage.
"I don't have a match tonight."
I say it flatly, but I'm somewhat disappointed. I have what might be the biggest opportunity of my career coming up and Turner isn't even letting me get a few practice matches in. I look at the matches that were lined up. It was mostly the new guys and some developmental talents. The matches wouldn't be that long, and as long as I was here, I could at least make sure the crowd was behind me come Caged Aggression. Johnny Clash had said some bold things, stupid things, but bold nonetheless. I needed to remind him why cracking jokes was the last thing he needed to do. And I needed to remind the fans that I wasn't the odd one out in this upcoming match, I was just as capable of winning as anyone else.
I head over to the show manager's table. The manager working tonight was a veteran. He had been in charge of more shows than I had even been in. So when I asked him if I could have a few minutes between one of the matches, he told me to take as long as I wanted to. The show wasn't televised further than the NYCCW Youtube channel, so if it ran long, there wouldn't be any problems.
I didn't have to think too long about what I wanted to say. I wasn't the kind of guy who planned words in advance. I was much more comfortable just getting in the ring and telling everyone what was going on. The words I needed always came to me, and I was fortunate enough to have been given the gift of having my words carry weight. Some would call it charisma, I called it knowing what people wanted to see, what they wanted to hear, and what they wanted to go and tell their friends they heard me say live.
After watching Big Jack Grizzly tear through three 'local athletes' at the same time, the manager gave me a nod and I headed for the entrance area. The way that NYCCW set up the stage was ingenious. The music and titantron technician was out by the side of the main stage, which allowed him to view the operations firsthand to make sure nothing went wrong. But the way the table was positioned, he could just see behind the small entrance wall that concealed the tunnel we entered through. So when I walked behind that wall, he gave me a raised hand, the sign to wait so he could prepare my entrance. After a few seconds he gave me the thumbs up. I returned the thumbs up and he went to work.
After a tense pause, I hear the opening bars of Fireproof. After the singer from Pillar whispers the intro "It's my time to rise, get back to the basics, and make this, Fireproof." I smile to myself as I think of why I chose that song. Back when I was in the military, my littlest sister Tija was terrified of the thought. She was so sure I would be killed that she actually had tried to hold the door shut when I left for my first drill camp. When I actually entered anti-terror operations I thought she would be the fist 10 year old to have a heart attack. Then after my second year of duty, when I returned home, she was much calmer, she thought I was very brave, and all her fears seemed to be gone. When I asked her why, she said "Ich bat Gott jeden Tag, damit du feuerfest bekommst. So dass ich wusste, du würdst immer sicher sein." Ever since then, she's done the same, except now, the bullets have become opponents, and I'm not about to lose her faith. I wait for the drop of the chorus, then I walk out to put on a show...
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From here, the RP will be told in the third person
As the chorus of Fireproof begins, Apostle Kried steps out from behind the entrance screen to a large pop for such a modest, house show crowd. Apostle is clearly not going to compete as he's wearing blue jeans and a white Team Germany football sweater. He also has his Tag title around his waist. He flashes his signature toothy grin as he hi fives the fans along the entrance ramp. He climbs the stairs up to the apron and walks the length of one side of the ring before turning out to the fans and flinging out his arms, striking the Eisernes Kreuz pose as the fans cheer. He climbs into the ring and strikes the pose again facing the other way. He grabs the microphone that a ringside attendant placed near one of the posts and leans against the turnbuckles as he waits for the fans to calm down before speaking.
Well, here I am. Again... in an NYCCW ring...
Apostle trails off and starts to look bored... suddenly he snaps up and looks around like an excited puppy.
Holy crap I'm in an NYCCW ring! This is fantastic! When did this happen? Are all of you people here right now... here to see me?
The crowd responds with a massive cheer and a chant of "KRIED, KRIED, KRIED!"
That's... That's fantastic because you see... I live for this. I live for coming out here, and putting on a show. I love coming out here, and making all of you... He points out at the crowd Making all of you glad to be fans... of professional wrestling.
What I don't live for, is mincing words. I say what I mean to say, and I never, ever apologize for it. So, I'll get this out of the way first, what happened at Bright Lights....
The crowd starts to boo as the realize what Apostle is referring to.
At Bright Lights I counted a pinfall against my own partner Stytch, the fan who shares the tag team titles with me. He gestures to the belt around his waist. Now, that had nothing to do with it being Stytch, that had nothing to do with it being Johnny Clash The crowd erupts in boos as Johnny's name is mentioned. Apostle nods Yeah, I know Johnny thinks everything has to do with him, but believe it or not, no! This in fact was completely and totally unrelated to the men in the ring. It had to do with one man and one man only. Apostle points out at the crowd, then slowly turns his finger around to point towards himself. This was about, ME. This was about me and what I was out there to do, and what I was out there to do was take over not if but when Rye Payne utterly failed to do what he was supposed to do just like he fails everything else. And to do his job in being an official representative of the NYCCW rules in this ring.
Yes, Rye was an idiot, Rye got involved, Rye got his scrawny ass kicked. And the end result was hardly achieved with any level of certainty. But I wasn't going to stand by and watch. I wasn't out there to help my partner. I still believe Stytch would have won that match had Rye not been perhaps the biggest moron in the history of wrestling, but I couldn't do anything about that. I couldn't stop Rye, I couldn't help Stytch, I did my job, and I do not apologize.
Now, that being said what happened on Saturday means absolutely nothing. I've talked to Stytch, and Stytch is fine with what happened, well, he's fine with all of it except... that one little detail where Johnny Clash took us both out from behind. That didn't sit too well with either of us. At this point the crowd's booing hits a new level.
But that's okay! Hey, I get it, you have this strange idea that you would somehow prove a point, or maybe you could, get in my head by taking me out from behind... Apostle smirks and shakes his head slowly. I hate to break it to you Johnny, I don't work like that. All you've done is given me a taste of that title. A small ripple of laughter rifles through the crowd.
You see Johnny, I feel like you overlooked me. And I don't like being overlooked. I mean, let's think about it, you talked about Stytch for what, 5 minutes? And Rye, you gave him about the same... maybe a little less. Me? What 30 seconds? And even that was just about some Honolulu shaped stain you fantasize about while jerking off? hey, I get it, don't worry, I don't judge, Bengay is great for wanker's cramp by the way. Apostle winks and smiles as the crowd laughs, then cheers while chanting "Wanker's Cramp, Wanker's Cramp."
But your bizarre fetishes aside, you are guilty Johnny Clash, you are guilty of overconfidence and pride. I'm out here, keeping thousands of people entertained by myself with nothing more than a microphone while you resort to hiring midgets to get you cheap laughs. You try your best to hide it Johnny, but you're not funny, you're not charismatic, hell Johnny, the only reason you get people to listen to you is that they paid to get in here, and they at least know at some point you'll have to shut up.
But everything you are Johnny, I'm not. I am entertaining, I come out here for one reason and that is to be entertaining. I know what these people want, and I give it to them every time I step in this ring. Another thing Johnny, I can wrestle. I don't know if you've noticed, but I've been winning. I've been winning a lot. And if you think I'm going to be just another opponent, then I'll give it to you straight Johnny, I'm walking out of that cage with the World Heavyweight Championship. Maybe that's it Johnny, maybe you didn't talk about me because you don't know. Maybe you're making up random stories about me because you've got nothing you can mock about me in the ring.
I don't plan on fighting you Johnny, I plan on beating you, and I plan on beating Rye, and I plan on beating Stytch. I plan on walking into that steel cage, and doing what I do best, and that's winning.
Because Caged Aggression isn't about you Johnny, it's not about me, or Rye, or Stytch, it's not about the Tag team titles, it's not about Flabbypants, it's not about H4ck3r, it's not about Drake Hunter, it's not about 500 pounds of watered down bull manure getting dumped on your 'queen' Apostle pauses a moment before taking a couple of steps and saying in a different tone of voice, Although that was absolutely hilarious wasn't it? The crowd roars with approval. I mean, a woman scorned right? Anyways, it's not about the new guys, it's not about the old guys, it's not about the True Wrestling Icons, it's not about the False Wrestling Icons, it's not about money, it's not about pride, it's not about revenge, and it's certainly not about midgets dressed up in paintball gear. It's about one thing Johnny, it's about the World...Heavyweight...Championship, and the man who's walking out with that... is me.
Apostle drops the mic and the crowd roars much louder than a crowd of that size should have been capable. Fireproof plays again as Apostle climbs out of the ring and hi fives more fans as he heads backstage.
