Post by Antonio Wolfe on Jan 29, 2010 14:49:56 GMT -5
*It was only hour after Wolfe's stunning loss against Jason Krow, as he sat backstage in the locker rooms that once held the gear of the tribe of extreme. As he sat there he took in the site. Staring at those purple lockers with the letters E...C...W, Wolfe wondered what it was like to have been a part of that tribe but he had to put that out of his mind as it was now time to think of his next move now that he was no longer in the hunt for the PWA Heavyweight title.
*Ever the crafty vet Wolfe began to hatch his next plan of action. As Wolfe continued to sit in the locker room of the old ECW arena he wracked his brain trying to decide on who he would approach to make a stab at becoming the first PWA Tag Team champions. His first thought was to ask Krow which would make an awesome team but Krow was busy in the semifinals and Wolfe was still in that championship chase mode to have to wait to long.
*The silence is suddenly broken as a man walks looking like he was a thug of the worst kind. He had a black bandana wrapped around his head, a black sleeveless shirt that read "They Cant Deport Us All", baggy black jean shorts and black Nike Air Force Ones. As Wolfe sits back, he notices how this man has taken control of the room as if he owned it. All he does is nod as he follows the man around the room. Catching the man's glance all Wolfe does is nod which the man returns in a form of respect. As the man walks out a broad grin washes of Wolfe's face.
*The man leaves without a word as Wolfe reaches for his phone and dials his personal managers number. After a brief conversation he folds his phone back up. Wolfe grabbed his towel and headed for the showers to wash off the grime of another day at the office. Emerging with the towel around his waist he headed back to his locker. Wolfe quickly dressed into his civilian black Armani business suit as he had an online date with his girlfriend and he didn't want to miss it.
*Stuffing his gear into his duffle bag, Wolfe got up and headed for the door. Once outside he is approached by Jordan Davis the backstage interviewer with a cameraman in tow.
*Jordan Davis*
Mr. Wolfe mind me conducting a brief interview with you that will be airing on PWN.com?
*Wolfe simply nods and drops his duffle on the floor. Straightening his jacket and his well worn shades, Wolfe slightly smiles at Davis and the camera as they set up for the interview. After getting the nod to start, Davis faces the camera and speaks.
*Davis*
I'm standing here with Antonio Wolfe who came within a hair of defeating Jason Krow to advance in the Super 8 Tournament, but by virtue of a tap out he is on the outside looking in.
*Wolfe turns his head and scowls at Davis as he makes that comment.
*Davis*
But regardless of that...Wolfe, I can call you Wolfe?
*Davis pauses briefly as he gauged whether Wolfe was OK with it. Sensing that it was he continued.
*Davis*
What's your next move? I know that you came here in search of becoming the first PWN Heavyweight champion.
*Wolfe sighs after Davis finishes asking the question.
*Wolfe*
Wow I thought you were never going to ask a question. Can I speak, now?
*Davis goes to speak but is cut off by Wolfe with a raised right hand.
*Wolfe*
That was rhetorical. Well Davis, you are right. My hunt was abruptly cut short tonight by my loss against Mr. Jason Krow. But don't think that is the end of the road in my hunt for championship gold, oh hell no. Tonight I set in motion a new plan, a plan that will possibly take me all the way to the promised land: just not the promised land I first intended to enter.
*Davis pulls back and furrows his brow a little.
*Wolfe*
You seem a bit confused. Suffice to say, tonight one dream has ended but another has just begun. So don't rack your head...you and the PWN universe will soon find out.
*Wolfe smiled behind his shades as he noticed that Davis was completely confused. Nodding he grabbed his duffle and walked of laughing for the backstage door.
*A week later his plans came to life as Wolfe sat in front of his computer. As his eyes darted down the card for the next show, Wolfe noticed his name was next to the man's name that had entered the room after his match. It read: CESAR PINEDA & ANTONIO WOLFE VS. OKAI JINYI & ULTIMO SUSHI for the number one contendership of the PWN Tag team titles. Smiling broadly Wolfe reaches for the cover to his laptop and closes it with one fluid motion.
*Wolfe*
Now it begins.
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And So it Begins Anew
Domo Arigato, whatever! My Plans...my plans they have come to fruition, instead of having to jump through several hoops to become a champion: all that is needed is but two wins. One this Saturday and one next week and I'll be a champion; a tag team champion.
You may say that I created a super team as you have a brute in the name of Cesar Pineda; who hails from the streets of Chicago. A man whose philosophy is take no prisoners, a man who won't quit till the other man is no longer moving. And then you have me, the man that came oh so close to moving on in the Super 8, a man that tore up the old ECW arena last week: having his match named the match of the week; a man who was named number 2 in just the first week of rankings. With a tandem like that where can the PWA universe go wrong.
Then you have the joke team...a self proclaimed king and a someone named after something that I like to eat on occasion. So Water King, you named yourself after a dragon of the weakest lot. Why not go by the fire dragon or better yet the metal dragon. No instead you chose to follow a sign that tends to be overly optimistic to a fault.
So am I to believe you think that you and your squishy friend Sushi will win the day? Is that the reason for you completely ignoring this important match to instead have a meaningless war of words, to see who can thump their chess the loudest; against someone that wasn't smart enough to even get into a match this week. Hell you've gone as far as drag your squishy friend Sushi into this damn meaningless war. Bad move, my friend, bad move!
I'm not going to go on and on about how better we are and how we are going to win since it will be apparent when we face each other in front of all my British fans. We will know that the best team actually won and it won't be you sorry to say.
I do have one thing to say to Pineda...I chose you to my tag team partner but know this if you by some chance screw me over; that will be the last thing you will ever do. Because if that happens your initiation into your gang will seem like a cake walk to what I'll do to you. But don't take that as a sign that we can't work together just take it a friendly reminder.
Kings of the Seven Seas or whatever you call yourselves, you are standing in the way of something that I want. In any other situation I wouldn't even care but that isn't the case because now the Wolfe is on the hunt once again and you have been deemed the new prey!!!
*Ever the crafty vet Wolfe began to hatch his next plan of action. As Wolfe continued to sit in the locker room of the old ECW arena he wracked his brain trying to decide on who he would approach to make a stab at becoming the first PWA Tag Team champions. His first thought was to ask Krow which would make an awesome team but Krow was busy in the semifinals and Wolfe was still in that championship chase mode to have to wait to long.
*The silence is suddenly broken as a man walks looking like he was a thug of the worst kind. He had a black bandana wrapped around his head, a black sleeveless shirt that read "They Cant Deport Us All", baggy black jean shorts and black Nike Air Force Ones. As Wolfe sits back, he notices how this man has taken control of the room as if he owned it. All he does is nod as he follows the man around the room. Catching the man's glance all Wolfe does is nod which the man returns in a form of respect. As the man walks out a broad grin washes of Wolfe's face.
*The man leaves without a word as Wolfe reaches for his phone and dials his personal managers number. After a brief conversation he folds his phone back up. Wolfe grabbed his towel and headed for the showers to wash off the grime of another day at the office. Emerging with the towel around his waist he headed back to his locker. Wolfe quickly dressed into his civilian black Armani business suit as he had an online date with his girlfriend and he didn't want to miss it.
*Stuffing his gear into his duffle bag, Wolfe got up and headed for the door. Once outside he is approached by Jordan Davis the backstage interviewer with a cameraman in tow.
*Jordan Davis*
Mr. Wolfe mind me conducting a brief interview with you that will be airing on PWN.com?
*Wolfe simply nods and drops his duffle on the floor. Straightening his jacket and his well worn shades, Wolfe slightly smiles at Davis and the camera as they set up for the interview. After getting the nod to start, Davis faces the camera and speaks.
*Davis*
I'm standing here with Antonio Wolfe who came within a hair of defeating Jason Krow to advance in the Super 8 Tournament, but by virtue of a tap out he is on the outside looking in.
*Wolfe turns his head and scowls at Davis as he makes that comment.
*Davis*
But regardless of that...Wolfe, I can call you Wolfe?
*Davis pauses briefly as he gauged whether Wolfe was OK with it. Sensing that it was he continued.
*Davis*
What's your next move? I know that you came here in search of becoming the first PWN Heavyweight champion.
*Wolfe sighs after Davis finishes asking the question.
*Wolfe*
Wow I thought you were never going to ask a question. Can I speak, now?
*Davis goes to speak but is cut off by Wolfe with a raised right hand.
*Wolfe*
That was rhetorical. Well Davis, you are right. My hunt was abruptly cut short tonight by my loss against Mr. Jason Krow. But don't think that is the end of the road in my hunt for championship gold, oh hell no. Tonight I set in motion a new plan, a plan that will possibly take me all the way to the promised land: just not the promised land I first intended to enter.
*Davis pulls back and furrows his brow a little.
*Wolfe*
You seem a bit confused. Suffice to say, tonight one dream has ended but another has just begun. So don't rack your head...you and the PWN universe will soon find out.
*Wolfe smiled behind his shades as he noticed that Davis was completely confused. Nodding he grabbed his duffle and walked of laughing for the backstage door.
*A week later his plans came to life as Wolfe sat in front of his computer. As his eyes darted down the card for the next show, Wolfe noticed his name was next to the man's name that had entered the room after his match. It read: CESAR PINEDA & ANTONIO WOLFE VS. OKAI JINYI & ULTIMO SUSHI for the number one contendership of the PWN Tag team titles. Smiling broadly Wolfe reaches for the cover to his laptop and closes it with one fluid motion.
*Wolfe*
Now it begins.
====================================
And So it Begins Anew
Domo Arigato, whatever! My Plans...my plans they have come to fruition, instead of having to jump through several hoops to become a champion: all that is needed is but two wins. One this Saturday and one next week and I'll be a champion; a tag team champion.
You may say that I created a super team as you have a brute in the name of Cesar Pineda; who hails from the streets of Chicago. A man whose philosophy is take no prisoners, a man who won't quit till the other man is no longer moving. And then you have me, the man that came oh so close to moving on in the Super 8, a man that tore up the old ECW arena last week: having his match named the match of the week; a man who was named number 2 in just the first week of rankings. With a tandem like that where can the PWA universe go wrong.
Then you have the joke team...a self proclaimed king and a someone named after something that I like to eat on occasion. So Water King, you named yourself after a dragon of the weakest lot. Why not go by the fire dragon or better yet the metal dragon. No instead you chose to follow a sign that tends to be overly optimistic to a fault.
So am I to believe you think that you and your squishy friend Sushi will win the day? Is that the reason for you completely ignoring this important match to instead have a meaningless war of words, to see who can thump their chess the loudest; against someone that wasn't smart enough to even get into a match this week. Hell you've gone as far as drag your squishy friend Sushi into this damn meaningless war. Bad move, my friend, bad move!
I'm not going to go on and on about how better we are and how we are going to win since it will be apparent when we face each other in front of all my British fans. We will know that the best team actually won and it won't be you sorry to say.
I do have one thing to say to Pineda...I chose you to my tag team partner but know this if you by some chance screw me over; that will be the last thing you will ever do. Because if that happens your initiation into your gang will seem like a cake walk to what I'll do to you. But don't take that as a sign that we can't work together just take it a friendly reminder.
Kings of the Seven Seas or whatever you call yourselves, you are standing in the way of something that I want. In any other situation I wouldn't even care but that isn't the case because now the Wolfe is on the hunt once again and you have been deemed the new prey!!!
