Past, Present, Future, Messiah,
Nov 21, 2017 0:56:19 GMT -5
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Post by La Familia Price on Nov 21, 2017 0:56:19 GMT -5
"Hut one, Hut two, Ready set, goon."
The camera opens up on AXW's own "Messiah of Hardcore" the legend known as only as Price, giving the camera a ever so slight grin with his head tilted back, the hat sitting only half way on his head slips a bit and he adjusts it, as he looks down his nose at the camera.
"It's funny, how life works its self out sometimes. Little bit over a year ago I took my first second breath in this life, awake in a new body in a not so unfamiliar area. Since then I've made it my goal to come back here to the XHF Network, and make Mongo's life a utter living hell. I tried to do that by winning the End of Days tournament, but I came up short, and that's fine, you cant win them all, just like you cant lose them all...unless your Rob Arnold trying to one up me, then you'll always lose, but that's for a different time.
And after End of Days ended for me, I found my self in limbo, a man without a federation, a place to call his own, to do the one thing I love to do.
Hurt people.
So I let it be known, The Messiah of Hardcore, was looking for a home.
And I got plenty of offers. The AWF was one of the first to call me, and as promising as they are, and I do believe they have a very bright future a head of them, especially if this silent partner I've heard about working the in the shadows is who I think it is, the sky's the limit for them, but for me personal? I'm not an honorable man, I wouldn't have fit the mold of what Felix is looking for, and to be honest, he's too nice of a dude to invite this fresh hell onto his federation."
He smiles and whipes his hand down his face pulling at the few hairs he's trying to grow on his chin.
"We had TGK and TIW both call and give similar offers, but talking to them, they just didn't seem to understand where I was coming from, they wanted to paint me as just a hardcore wrestler, when I am in fact so much more.
So that left us with FWA, and who I eventually did sign with, the AXW.
Now on the surface, the FWA looks like it'd be a perfect fit for me right? A place where they claim all the best hardcore wrestlers are, a place that has no peers, and is head and shoulders above anyone else in this business."
Price starts to chuckle.
"Thing is, that place, and Duke Kosloff, are not what they seem on the survice, and hey, mind you neither is V or the AXW, I'm not going to make any mistakes about that, but Duke, and his company of lackeys well...they have ties, that I just don't mesh with, and personal, I aint some fuck boy who likes to hand over his money to Russian Oligarchs and their leaders, and that's exactly what only Dukie boy does over there. See, when one runs a company in Russia, one has to give 50% of their profits to that little bitch boy Putin.
I aint down with that shit, even a little.
Hell last time I was in Russia his little dogs tried to put a cap in me.
They shot at me for all you white folk.
Now granted, I...may...have had it coming BUT that's besides the point, the point is, I wasn't about to move to some 3rd world country to work for some 3rd world promotion for a 3rd world owner who gives half his money, money that should be the boy's money, to some little goblin of a man.
And now, because of that decision, the decision to not sign with the AWF but to sign here, in the Anonymous Xtreme Wrestle federation, I am now in a match, fighting the same promotion that tried to buy me just a month ago.
That's right, on November the 26th, live in Moscow Russia, team AXW goes five on five with team 3rd world...I mean Team FWA. In a Double Hell Fire Deathmatch called the Xtraction Match.
But I'll be honest, this doesn't really seem fair when you look at the two teams. I mean sure, Team AWF has some big nasty dudes on it but, lets just take a second to look at my team for a second shall we?"
Price holds up what looks to be a remote.
"Team AXW is a whos who of XHF wrestling.
From the past."
He clicks the remote.
"Scorpion, the man who has seen and done it all, and to be honest, doesn't even have to fight in this match if he didn't want to, Scorpion could have told us this was our fight and our fight alone but that's not the type of dude he is, no...he's fucking crazy. And when push comes to shove, he's going to shove someone right into a pit of fire. I don't know the man personally, I'm not really one to do the whole whoooraaaaraaa bullshit in the locker room, but I do know the mans work, and respect him for what he has done, so I will fight proudly, side by side, with his crazy man, mostly because...
It's going to be fun."
He clicks the remote again.
"The Present."
"Now, me and Rob Arnold, we may have our past, and he might feel like the coyote chasing the roadrunner right now trying get one back on me, and me turning the tables on him, but our beef, at least from my perspective, is strictly business. When I attacked him a few weeks ago, it could have been anyone in that ring to be honest, if it was Sung attacking him, then he would have gotten my wrath, it was a just a simple matter of wrong time wrong place for Rob, and as far as him trying to get me back well, I have no hard feelings about that because one, he will never out smart me. No one will, it's kinda my thing. Or did you all forget that I am one of the smartest men to ever grace that ring? Well encase you did, I am. So that's why I can put all our issues aside for one night, and stand shoulder to shoulder, back to back, with Rob Arnold. And...if Rob does try to get me back once more then well...I'll deal with him as I will the Team Fuck Boys.
And then you have our fearless leader The Strom Crow. A man who, I will admit I am quickly becoming a fan of, and a man I wouldn't want on any other team but my own. Sure, the dude is a few fries short of a happy meal, the lights are on but no ones home, or however you want to state it, the dude is crazy, but don't think for one second he's stupid or out of control, its a controlled sanity, and with my guidance he will be the key to our victory."
Once again he clicks the remote.
"The Future."
"I haven't seen much of this kid, no one really has, he's kind of like that kid they got over on the AWF what's his fucking name? James Justice? Something like that, but not as goofy. I've hit the ring a few times with this kid to see what he's made of, and I'll tell ya right now, this kid is the future of the company, it might take some time for him to learn how to navigate these shark infested waters but once he does, watch out because he's going to take the world by storm."
One last time he clicks the remote.
"And the Messiah."
He tosses the remove up over his head and we heard it crash down on the floor behind him.
"And then, we take a look at the other side of this match, Team Fuck Boys, Team FWA. A bunch of fucking nobodies if you ask me, but no one is, but lets go over this real quick shall we? Who is Team FWA? Well first we have their two goons, Dylan Black, and Steve Dackle, one looks like a failed porn star, the other just looks like a dildo. Now, the failed porn star, Dylan Black, I'll give him this, he's one hell of a striker, I've seen a few of your match's boy and I'll give you that, but you ain't the best I've seen, I've been in the ring with the best striker ever, hell I TRAINED the best striker this business has EVER seen, his knees and elbows are leagues above anyone else's, and I know how to counter each and everyone of them, so you wont be an issue for my Black, actually I'll probably leave you for Rob to take care of. As far as that dildo looking motherfucker Steve Dackle goes well...one I hate your first name, when ever I heard the name Steve, my blood, it just boiles. And where I will take great plesure in raking your face across some bardwire, I'm mostly going to leave you for Scorps to play with. Seeing as you are trying to take his name and all.
And then you got that crazy eyed looking motherfucker AK Andrews. Kid, you got moxy I'll give you that, you talk a good game, you sound like you might even believe some of the bullshit coming out of your cock holster and you might even someday become a great hardcore wrestler but kid...
You ain't the Messiah.
You'll be Sung-Hyun's play toy, itll be fun watching you two youngsters tear each other apart.
Speaking of tearing people apart, you then have the man I am going to have great pleasure in watching get eaten alive by our own Captain The Storm Crow, that pretty boy looking motherfucker Jackson Grace. Aint noting going to be graceful about this ass whooping you about to catch boy believe that. The Storm Crow is going to come in there, peek your eyes out, feast on your inners and leave you in a pile of your own blood."
Price grins.
"And that leaves us with the x factor of team fuck boy, the man I'll personally be targeting because lets be honest, you want the attention of everyone in the room the first thing you do is go up to the biggest baddest looking motherfucker, and punch him right square in the jaw.
I'm talking about you you big dumb looking motherfucker, Ozymandias. You might have all these little bitches in the FWA running scared from you but not me boy, naw hell naw. I love fighting meaner, bigger, badder dudes, they bleed more, they cry more, and they suffer more when I rip their flesh from their bones.
Let me as you this Ozy, that dumb ugly ass mask you wear...is it for fashion or function?
Eh, doesn't really matter, either way I'm going to rip it off your fucking face and find a new home for it.
That means I'm going to shove it up his fucking ass for those who haven't seen The Punisher yet, you should, its great."
Price chuckles a little before leaning back in his chair.
"So there you have it folks, Team AXW, who is build with the past, present, and future of this business, verses Team FWA, a bunch of fuck boys and freaks who couldn't shine my chair. Live from the FWA Coliseum in Moscow Russia this November 26th live only on the XHF Network, and who knows, maybe after we are done taking out all of FWA's "top" talent we'll finish the job, and burn the whole fucking place down to the ground."
Price winks.
"I have spoken."
Static.
The camera opens up on AXW's own "Messiah of Hardcore" the legend known as only as Price, giving the camera a ever so slight grin with his head tilted back, the hat sitting only half way on his head slips a bit and he adjusts it, as he looks down his nose at the camera.
"It's funny, how life works its self out sometimes. Little bit over a year ago I took my first second breath in this life, awake in a new body in a not so unfamiliar area. Since then I've made it my goal to come back here to the XHF Network, and make Mongo's life a utter living hell. I tried to do that by winning the End of Days tournament, but I came up short, and that's fine, you cant win them all, just like you cant lose them all...unless your Rob Arnold trying to one up me, then you'll always lose, but that's for a different time.
And after End of Days ended for me, I found my self in limbo, a man without a federation, a place to call his own, to do the one thing I love to do.
Hurt people.
So I let it be known, The Messiah of Hardcore, was looking for a home.
And I got plenty of offers. The AWF was one of the first to call me, and as promising as they are, and I do believe they have a very bright future a head of them, especially if this silent partner I've heard about working the in the shadows is who I think it is, the sky's the limit for them, but for me personal? I'm not an honorable man, I wouldn't have fit the mold of what Felix is looking for, and to be honest, he's too nice of a dude to invite this fresh hell onto his federation."
He smiles and whipes his hand down his face pulling at the few hairs he's trying to grow on his chin.
"We had TGK and TIW both call and give similar offers, but talking to them, they just didn't seem to understand where I was coming from, they wanted to paint me as just a hardcore wrestler, when I am in fact so much more.
So that left us with FWA, and who I eventually did sign with, the AXW.
Now on the surface, the FWA looks like it'd be a perfect fit for me right? A place where they claim all the best hardcore wrestlers are, a place that has no peers, and is head and shoulders above anyone else in this business."
Price starts to chuckle.
"Thing is, that place, and Duke Kosloff, are not what they seem on the survice, and hey, mind you neither is V or the AXW, I'm not going to make any mistakes about that, but Duke, and his company of lackeys well...they have ties, that I just don't mesh with, and personal, I aint some fuck boy who likes to hand over his money to Russian Oligarchs and their leaders, and that's exactly what only Dukie boy does over there. See, when one runs a company in Russia, one has to give 50% of their profits to that little bitch boy Putin.
I aint down with that shit, even a little.
Hell last time I was in Russia his little dogs tried to put a cap in me.
They shot at me for all you white folk.
Now granted, I...may...have had it coming BUT that's besides the point, the point is, I wasn't about to move to some 3rd world country to work for some 3rd world promotion for a 3rd world owner who gives half his money, money that should be the boy's money, to some little goblin of a man.
And now, because of that decision, the decision to not sign with the AWF but to sign here, in the Anonymous Xtreme Wrestle federation, I am now in a match, fighting the same promotion that tried to buy me just a month ago.
That's right, on November the 26th, live in Moscow Russia, team AXW goes five on five with team 3rd world...I mean Team FWA. In a Double Hell Fire Deathmatch called the Xtraction Match.
But I'll be honest, this doesn't really seem fair when you look at the two teams. I mean sure, Team AWF has some big nasty dudes on it but, lets just take a second to look at my team for a second shall we?"
Price holds up what looks to be a remote.
"Team AXW is a whos who of XHF wrestling.
From the past."
He clicks the remote.
[Highlights of Scorpions career start to play, the wars he's been in with Rage, Reeshi, Rat Bastard and others, his winning the XHF European Championship, The X*Crown, the XHF World Title]
"Scorpion, the man who has seen and done it all, and to be honest, doesn't even have to fight in this match if he didn't want to, Scorpion could have told us this was our fight and our fight alone but that's not the type of dude he is, no...he's fucking crazy. And when push comes to shove, he's going to shove someone right into a pit of fire. I don't know the man personally, I'm not really one to do the whole whoooraaaaraaa bullshit in the locker room, but I do know the mans work, and respect him for what he has done, so I will fight proudly, side by side, with his crazy man, mostly because...
It's going to be fun."
He clicks the remote again.
"The Present."
[Highlights of Rob Arnold winning the XHF European title back in the original XHF days, his wars with Spike Kane, the factions he's been in, and lead, to his matches with Sung and Storm Crow, it then transitions to highlights of Storm Crow winning, and being our current XHF European Champion.]
"Now, me and Rob Arnold, we may have our past, and he might feel like the coyote chasing the roadrunner right now trying get one back on me, and me turning the tables on him, but our beef, at least from my perspective, is strictly business. When I attacked him a few weeks ago, it could have been anyone in that ring to be honest, if it was Sung attacking him, then he would have gotten my wrath, it was a just a simple matter of wrong time wrong place for Rob, and as far as him trying to get me back well, I have no hard feelings about that because one, he will never out smart me. No one will, it's kinda my thing. Or did you all forget that I am one of the smartest men to ever grace that ring? Well encase you did, I am. So that's why I can put all our issues aside for one night, and stand shoulder to shoulder, back to back, with Rob Arnold. And...if Rob does try to get me back once more then well...I'll deal with him as I will the Team Fuck Boys.
And then you have our fearless leader The Strom Crow. A man who, I will admit I am quickly becoming a fan of, and a man I wouldn't want on any other team but my own. Sure, the dude is a few fries short of a happy meal, the lights are on but no ones home, or however you want to state it, the dude is crazy, but don't think for one second he's stupid or out of control, its a controlled sanity, and with my guidance he will be the key to our victory."
Once again he clicks the remote.
"The Future."
[Highlights of Sung-Hyun Lee from his battle with Rob Arnold, some old indy footage, and even some footage from the practis arena showing learning and honeing his craft.]
"I haven't seen much of this kid, no one really has, he's kind of like that kid they got over on the AWF what's his fucking name? James Justice? Something like that, but not as goofy. I've hit the ring a few times with this kid to see what he's made of, and I'll tell ya right now, this kid is the future of the company, it might take some time for him to learn how to navigate these shark infested waters but once he does, watch out because he's going to take the world by storm."
One last time he clicks the remote.
"And the Messiah."
[Highlights play of Price's run in the XHF, his war with Kevin Hardway where he wins the XHF US Title in a New Japan Deathmatch, his war with Spike Kane in Price's own Terrordome match for the XHF Hardcore Championship, and finishes off with highlights of his wars against his greatest rival, Steve Awesome.]
"And then, we take a look at the other side of this match, Team Fuck Boys, Team FWA. A bunch of fucking nobodies if you ask me, but no one is, but lets go over this real quick shall we? Who is Team FWA? Well first we have their two goons, Dylan Black, and Steve Dackle, one looks like a failed porn star, the other just looks like a dildo. Now, the failed porn star, Dylan Black, I'll give him this, he's one hell of a striker, I've seen a few of your match's boy and I'll give you that, but you ain't the best I've seen, I've been in the ring with the best striker ever, hell I TRAINED the best striker this business has EVER seen, his knees and elbows are leagues above anyone else's, and I know how to counter each and everyone of them, so you wont be an issue for my Black, actually I'll probably leave you for Rob to take care of. As far as that dildo looking motherfucker Steve Dackle goes well...one I hate your first name, when ever I heard the name Steve, my blood, it just boiles. And where I will take great plesure in raking your face across some bardwire, I'm mostly going to leave you for Scorps to play with. Seeing as you are trying to take his name and all.
And then you got that crazy eyed looking motherfucker AK Andrews. Kid, you got moxy I'll give you that, you talk a good game, you sound like you might even believe some of the bullshit coming out of your cock holster and you might even someday become a great hardcore wrestler but kid...
You ain't the Messiah.
You'll be Sung-Hyun's play toy, itll be fun watching you two youngsters tear each other apart.
Speaking of tearing people apart, you then have the man I am going to have great pleasure in watching get eaten alive by our own Captain The Storm Crow, that pretty boy looking motherfucker Jackson Grace. Aint noting going to be graceful about this ass whooping you about to catch boy believe that. The Storm Crow is going to come in there, peek your eyes out, feast on your inners and leave you in a pile of your own blood."
Price grins.
"And that leaves us with the x factor of team fuck boy, the man I'll personally be targeting because lets be honest, you want the attention of everyone in the room the first thing you do is go up to the biggest baddest looking motherfucker, and punch him right square in the jaw.
I'm talking about you you big dumb looking motherfucker, Ozymandias. You might have all these little bitches in the FWA running scared from you but not me boy, naw hell naw. I love fighting meaner, bigger, badder dudes, they bleed more, they cry more, and they suffer more when I rip their flesh from their bones.
Let me as you this Ozy, that dumb ugly ass mask you wear...is it for fashion or function?
Eh, doesn't really matter, either way I'm going to rip it off your fucking face and find a new home for it.
That means I'm going to shove it up his fucking ass for those who haven't seen The Punisher yet, you should, its great."
Price chuckles a little before leaning back in his chair.
"So there you have it folks, Team AXW, who is build with the past, present, and future of this business, verses Team FWA, a bunch of fuck boys and freaks who couldn't shine my chair. Live from the FWA Coliseum in Moscow Russia this November 26th live only on the XHF Network, and who knows, maybe after we are done taking out all of FWA's "top" talent we'll finish the job, and burn the whole fucking place down to the ground."
Price winks.
"I have spoken."
Static.
