Post by Antonio Wolfe on Jan 14, 2010 22:20:22 GMT -5
*Sitting inside his private red and black Airbus 380 Antonio Wolfe silently scans the latest news on the Internet concerning the newest foray into the wrestling world: Pro Wrestling Novella. PWN has only been around for a few short weeks and it already seemed as if it had gained steam all of it's own. Several superstars from various companies had been invited to make the trek to PWN's first event which aptly named the Super 8 Tournament.
*As he sits in front of the screen he alternates between that and the folded invitation that he had received not to long ago. Upon receiving the invite and taking note as to who it was from he immediately had his private secretary clear his schedule as to make sure he didn't have any other pressing engagements elsewhere: he was a hot commodity after all being a multi-champion known all over the world and also fresh from his spectacular PWA Atlantic title defense; he wanted to make sure that upon entering this tourney he could give it his full attention. Wolfe clicks a button as the card is revealed on screen. The name of Jason Krow appears next to his name.
*Smiling Wolfe pushed his screen down and started to get up. He is approached by James Jones, his private secretary; with an itinerary that the PWN had forwarded. He grabbed the piece of paper and scanned it quickly, sighing he looked up and smiled at James as he waved the paper in front of him.
*Antonio Wolfe*
So they expect me to do all this and still be at top condition for the tourney. They must be kidding right?
*James just smiled and shook his moppy blonde head.
*James Jones*
Well your reputation precedes you, Wolfe. Everyone involved with this is clamoring for some face time with you, after all it isn't everyday that someone of your stature gets invited in a tournament of this magnitude.
*Wolfe looked to side as he heard what James had to say. Nodding he knew that what James was saying was true.
*Wolfe*
You know what James...you have a point there. To be honest I don't know why I came here expecting to not have to do anything other than wrestle, considering who invited me.
*Wolfe grabbed the invitation and read it aloud.
*Wolfe*
Antonio Wolfe, you are hereby invited to Pro Wrestling Novella's inaugural tournament to crown it's first Champion. Kyle Deathlock
*Deathlock had gone by a different name back a few years ago. Hell to be perfectly frank Wolfe had gone by a different name as well: Anthony Phoenix. Wolfe smiled which was very rare as he folded the invitation, placing it into the inside pocket of his suit jacket.
*Suddenly, an alarm on Wolfe's gray laptop goes off. He gets up from the comfortable sofa seat and sits back down on the black office chair opposite the computer. Wolfe reaches out and pulls back open the cover. He clicks the green answer button on the left hand corner as the screen goes black and then white. A few seconds later a familiar face appears on the screen, Skylar Rhodes; Wolfe's girlfriend. When Wolfe sees this face he smiles intently.
*Wolfe*
Hello honey.
*The face returns the smile.
*Skylar Rhodes*
Hi right back at you. So I have some good news...
*A semi elated and worried look washed over Wolfe's face. On the one hand, he was totally in love with Skylar and wanted the world for her but on the other hand he was afraid of what she was going to say.
*Skylar*
Don't worry Wolfey...it's not that.
*It slowly became evident to Wolfe that Skylar could tell what he was thinking without even saying a word.
*Skylar*
Remember the big opportunity that we had spoken about last week, well it's now gotten bigger. I've learned that the guy that I'll be working for is some rich big shot and that the party that I'm coordinating has been moved from Miami to Cabo San Lucas.
*Skylar's eyes get wider with joy after she's mentions the news.
*Wolfe*
That's great to hear Sky...I've got some good news of my own...
*Just then the captain's voice interupted their conversation as he informed that they were soon landing.
*Wolfe*
Well it seems my good news will have to wait since we're soon landing. But don't worry I'll let you know soon. Talk to laters: Babe!
*Wolfe smiles at the image as it fades from the screen. He pushes the cover down and looks over at James.
*Wolfe*
So James are you ready?
*James nods as they settle in for the landing.
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So, the clock is slowly ticking away to my debut in the Pro Wrestling Novella. In an invitational, a tournament of eight of the most elite superstars in the world of wrestling. Some have said that I should be honored to be in the semi-main event of the first show; I say no...I should be in the main-event but then again you can't have it all.
Now in this my debut match in the PWN I get to face a man that I've heard comes with as much accolades and fame as me, some man by the name of Jason Krow. But you know what those are just words the truth is only revealed when Krow and I stand face to face in the middle of the ring and he knows it.
So, Krow you say that you are the BEST in the business. Well welcome but honestly have you faced the likes of me, a man that controversy soon follows. Are you prepared to face that reality, are you prepared to come face to face with the man that could possibly be slightly better than the BEST that you can offer?
What I find so deafening is the fact that you have yet to say anything about our match. Does that mean to tell me that you don't think that much of me...well if that's what you think then you've got another thing coming. DO you think so highly of yourself that you so arrogantly wish to overlook me.
If that's so: then that will be your downfall. I know you are no rookie but Krow...you seem to be pulling the biggest of rookie mistakes. You see I also think highly of myself but I know that even if I think that way, I have to play the right way and buddy you certainly aren't doing it right.
Regardless of your big rookie mistake I do find something that you said refreshing...you enjoy dishing out pain. So I ask, no plead, no beg: come out to the ring and dish out the biggest serving of pain you can muster because you can best believe that I won't do the same thing. You see one thing I do and do well: I can also dish out the pain.
Krow one thing you don't have to worry about from me is I'm no smark, I'm no Internet junkie. I am Antonio Wolfe and the one thing you have to worry about is the feelings of despair you will feel when I have my hand held high in victory moving on. Krow, the hunt is on for the title and you will be my first prey!!!
*As he sits in front of the screen he alternates between that and the folded invitation that he had received not to long ago. Upon receiving the invite and taking note as to who it was from he immediately had his private secretary clear his schedule as to make sure he didn't have any other pressing engagements elsewhere: he was a hot commodity after all being a multi-champion known all over the world and also fresh from his spectacular PWA Atlantic title defense; he wanted to make sure that upon entering this tourney he could give it his full attention. Wolfe clicks a button as the card is revealed on screen. The name of Jason Krow appears next to his name.
*Smiling Wolfe pushed his screen down and started to get up. He is approached by James Jones, his private secretary; with an itinerary that the PWN had forwarded. He grabbed the piece of paper and scanned it quickly, sighing he looked up and smiled at James as he waved the paper in front of him.
*Antonio Wolfe*
So they expect me to do all this and still be at top condition for the tourney. They must be kidding right?
*James just smiled and shook his moppy blonde head.
*James Jones*
Well your reputation precedes you, Wolfe. Everyone involved with this is clamoring for some face time with you, after all it isn't everyday that someone of your stature gets invited in a tournament of this magnitude.
*Wolfe looked to side as he heard what James had to say. Nodding he knew that what James was saying was true.
*Wolfe*
You know what James...you have a point there. To be honest I don't know why I came here expecting to not have to do anything other than wrestle, considering who invited me.
*Wolfe grabbed the invitation and read it aloud.
*Wolfe*
Antonio Wolfe, you are hereby invited to Pro Wrestling Novella's inaugural tournament to crown it's first Champion. Kyle Deathlock
*Deathlock had gone by a different name back a few years ago. Hell to be perfectly frank Wolfe had gone by a different name as well: Anthony Phoenix. Wolfe smiled which was very rare as he folded the invitation, placing it into the inside pocket of his suit jacket.
*Suddenly, an alarm on Wolfe's gray laptop goes off. He gets up from the comfortable sofa seat and sits back down on the black office chair opposite the computer. Wolfe reaches out and pulls back open the cover. He clicks the green answer button on the left hand corner as the screen goes black and then white. A few seconds later a familiar face appears on the screen, Skylar Rhodes; Wolfe's girlfriend. When Wolfe sees this face he smiles intently.
*Wolfe*
Hello honey.
*The face returns the smile.
*Skylar Rhodes*
Hi right back at you. So I have some good news...
*A semi elated and worried look washed over Wolfe's face. On the one hand, he was totally in love with Skylar and wanted the world for her but on the other hand he was afraid of what she was going to say.
*Skylar*
Don't worry Wolfey...it's not that.
*It slowly became evident to Wolfe that Skylar could tell what he was thinking without even saying a word.
*Skylar*
Remember the big opportunity that we had spoken about last week, well it's now gotten bigger. I've learned that the guy that I'll be working for is some rich big shot and that the party that I'm coordinating has been moved from Miami to Cabo San Lucas.
*Skylar's eyes get wider with joy after she's mentions the news.
*Wolfe*
That's great to hear Sky...I've got some good news of my own...
*Just then the captain's voice interupted their conversation as he informed that they were soon landing.
*Wolfe*
Well it seems my good news will have to wait since we're soon landing. But don't worry I'll let you know soon. Talk to laters: Babe!
*Wolfe smiles at the image as it fades from the screen. He pushes the cover down and looks over at James.
*Wolfe*
So James are you ready?
*James nods as they settle in for the landing.
====================================
So, the clock is slowly ticking away to my debut in the Pro Wrestling Novella. In an invitational, a tournament of eight of the most elite superstars in the world of wrestling. Some have said that I should be honored to be in the semi-main event of the first show; I say no...I should be in the main-event but then again you can't have it all.
Now in this my debut match in the PWN I get to face a man that I've heard comes with as much accolades and fame as me, some man by the name of Jason Krow. But you know what those are just words the truth is only revealed when Krow and I stand face to face in the middle of the ring and he knows it.
So, Krow you say that you are the BEST in the business. Well welcome but honestly have you faced the likes of me, a man that controversy soon follows. Are you prepared to face that reality, are you prepared to come face to face with the man that could possibly be slightly better than the BEST that you can offer?
What I find so deafening is the fact that you have yet to say anything about our match. Does that mean to tell me that you don't think that much of me...well if that's what you think then you've got another thing coming. DO you think so highly of yourself that you so arrogantly wish to overlook me.
If that's so: then that will be your downfall. I know you are no rookie but Krow...you seem to be pulling the biggest of rookie mistakes. You see I also think highly of myself but I know that even if I think that way, I have to play the right way and buddy you certainly aren't doing it right.
Regardless of your big rookie mistake I do find something that you said refreshing...you enjoy dishing out pain. So I ask, no plead, no beg: come out to the ring and dish out the biggest serving of pain you can muster because you can best believe that I won't do the same thing. You see one thing I do and do well: I can also dish out the pain.
Krow one thing you don't have to worry about from me is I'm no smark, I'm no Internet junkie. I am Antonio Wolfe and the one thing you have to worry about is the feelings of despair you will feel when I have my hand held high in victory moving on. Krow, the hunt is on for the title and you will be my first prey!!!
