Post by ned on Aug 4, 2020 9:38:36 GMT -5
"Two time loser Apokalypse rolls into eternal dumpster fire Minneapolis to fight some dumb jock next week."
That's what some dumb dirtsheets printed Tuesday morning. Well, they didn't print it… 'cause it's all on the internets… but that's what I woke up to after a long night at the bar following Metal.
And yeah, I lost my last two matches… but who the fuck cares? I got paid the same… and ain't nobody actually beat me. I have a lot of aggression that is pert near impossible to control. Then them damn zebras keep tellin' me what to do and I fuckin' snap on 'em.
Oh no! Two losses by disqualification! Whoa is me! So sad!
Nah!
I don't care about wins and losses as long as I get to hurt someone and get paid. By my mission statement… my APW run has been a total success. Next up I've got some chump named John Blade… who has got to have the worst record I've ever seen. His only wins were probably in tag matches where his fed appointed keeper did all the work.
The kid is all heart and no brain.
That's not going to get him far against the mighty Apokalypse.
He'll come out hot with some backstage interview that's a repeat of every week. The fans will cheer because they feel bad for him. Look at last week. He came back to be Tag Team Champion… but he doesn't have a partner. Did he really think he was two people?
So he came back and beat two jobbers… and now he's got a living… breathing… raging monster to deal with on Metal. I won't take it easy on him out of pity. I am not familiar with sympathy or empathy. All I know is pain and suffering… which is what I will bring to my ring next Monday.
Yes.
You heard that right.
It is MY ring.
Whether I hold the gold or not… that ring will be stained with the blood, sweat, tears of my enemies. I have claimed dominion over APW and nobody is strong enough to stop me.
Especially not John Blade.
"U want some then come in get some!"
Ooohhh! I want some, John Blade! You damn right I'ma come get some! Next week it's you and me, pal! We'll be locked inside that squared circle until I decide you've had enough!
Oh good. He's here.
"Hey, Bill. Took you long enough."
"Uh my name is Troy. Troy Butler. We've met before."
"Sure whatever. Do the questions."
"I don't feel right about this."
"Do the questions!"
"Apokalypse. How does it feel to be back on Alpha Wrestling when you face John Blade on Metal?"
"I'm going to break him."
"But what if you can't survive your match on Alpha Wrestling?"
"He is the one who won't survive."
"Can you even defeat John Blade this Monday?"
"Duh!"
"Thanks for your support, Apokalypse. In we wish you the best on---"
"GET OUT!"
Yeah.
That was stupid.
I don't need an interviewer to wish me luck.
I don't need luck to beat John Blade.
All I need is the hate in my cold heart.
