Post by Frank Venable on Aug 16, 2020 18:34:56 GMT -5
FPV RP #11 - Heart of Darkness
Weeks have gone by since my last APW match. Weeks have gone by since I've felt the immediate need to put a pill inside me to numb the pain my pro wrestling legacy has left me. You take the good with the bad, I suppose.
Yet with a well overdue Tag Title defense set for Metal, not to mention the preparations needed for Corey and I's eventual inclusion in the Ultimate Showdown match, the time had come to focus myself and get back to the one thing that truly mattered in my life.
Being a champion.
The boat ride through the swamps of Louisiana was as murky as you would expect it to be, the driver keeping the two of us on track as he navigated the winding turns of the river. He was an experienced cajun, that much was certain. Meanwhile, I sat in the front of the boat, taking in the atmosphere of the locale as my mind turned to what was to come.
Yet with a well overdue Tag Title defense set for Metal, not to mention the preparations needed for Corey and I's eventual inclusion in the Ultimate Showdown match, the time had come to focus myself and get back to the one thing that truly mattered in my life.
Being a champion.
The boat ride through the swamps of Louisiana was as murky as you would expect it to be, the driver keeping the two of us on track as he navigated the winding turns of the river. He was an experienced cajun, that much was certain. Meanwhile, I sat in the front of the boat, taking in the atmosphere of the locale as my mind turned to what was to come.
FPV: And so the Gods see fit to return.
You've all missed me, I'm sure. Absence makes the heart grow fonder and all that. If you did, don't worry. I have a sneaking suspicion you'll be seeing much more of me as the month goes on. Because Corey Black and I? We're the Alpha Pro Wrestling Tag Team Champions. Have been for 139 days now by my count. The other titles have changed hands many times in those 139 days, but us? We're the one constant in APW. Man Made Gods, Champions in Perpetuity. And because we are the Champions in Perpetuity, we've got our ticket punched for the Ultimate Showdown.
You see, the man you see right here, Frank Venable? He's got only two people in his life worth a damn, and their names are Corey Black and Graham Baker. And his goal is simple. Bring the Gods as much Glory as they dare to achieve. In APW terms, that means Corey or I winning the whole thing and taking home the big one. That's the goal, that's the purpose. And right now, there are only two men standing in our way to make that happen.
John Blade. And Kevin Schorg.
Yes Kevin, you heard me right, you heard me use your real name. What was it you said in your opening promo? That you would "rip my spine out through my asshole and beat my children with it?" Quite an imaginative threat coming from a grown man like you. Well you know what, Kevin? Bring it on. I welcome a good challenge, and if it takes me setting off your personal trigger to make this match interesting, then so be it. Because trust me, if I called you by that ring name of yours, this match would be a disgrace of a main event. What I'm doing here is injecting a sense of danger and excitement to Monday night's proceedings.
I mean, what else is there to say on the matter? Not one, not two, but THREE disqualification losses on your record. Gimme a fucking break. You can’t reel yourself in long enough to win a match properly, so you have to go berserk and attack the referee? You honestly think I’m gonna be scared of a guy who throws temper tantrums in the ring? Fucking hardly.
Don’t get me wrong, if this was hardcore rules? All bets are off. I would not hesitate to throw everything I have at you. Chair shots, nut kicks, maybe some flaming 2x4 action. Hell, I’d even consider choking you out with those long stupid hair braids of yours, just for good measure. But I’m not gonna do any of that. I won’t, because those are not the rules of our matchup, and that’s where I hold the advantage over you. Because as long as you continue to go off the handle and disqualify yourself, you’ll just be proving that you aren’t fit to hold the belt of the Gods.
You want to make this Apocalypse Now, though? Good, I can do Apocalypse Now. In fact, I’m doing you one better now. I’m strolling through the rivers of dark water here in Louisiana, just like that old Conrad Joseph classic Heart of Darkness. A rather fitting title for...well, a lot of things. But there is one quote from that book that I think aptly describes you, Kevin.
“Your strength is just an accident arising from the weakness of others.”
Enter John Blade.
John, I will make this as clear as I can right up front. You are here in your first main event for APW, potentially your INLY main event for APW, because Corey and I allowed you to. We saw your plight, we saw your struggle, and we felt pity for you. So we gave you a fighting chance. An opportunity to prove us all wrong and wow us with your grit and determination.
We’re still going to beat you into the mat on Monday. But it’s giving you the chance to do otherwise that counts.
Have you paid attention to my exploits in AW, John? Or watched the news? If you have then you’d know that I’m prolific with the Make A Wish foundation. Giving little kids battling diseases worse than you can even imagine a chance at feeling some semblance of joy, even if just for a few moments.
Corey and I granting you this match is us granting your wish and giving you that nanosecond of serotonin as you spend your ten minutes in the spotlight.
If you think that ole’ Kevin is gonna be willing to be your partner after beating you to within an inch of your life, then you are a more hopeful man than I. We all know Kevin is to antsy for his own good, he’d get bored of having to follow the rules and would attack you and turn on you even if he LIKED you. And believe me John, he doesn’t.
So enjoy your time in the light John. You too, Kevin. You can try your best to steal our titles, but the Gods are Champions in Perpetuity for a damn good reason. You’ll have your work cut out for you boys.
See you on Monday.
