Post by Apollo on Aug 4, 2009 3:07:22 GMT -5
At Philadelphia International Airport a familiar figure is seen checking the boards, seeing when his flight leaves to New York, as a warrior, celebrity, hell a Star, travels home for three days of rest before beginning the inevitable. Apollo finds when his flight leaves and makes his way to to the terminal needed to wait for his flight.
In a week's time I'll be in Richmond, Virginia at the Richmond Coliseum, attending what is sure to be a fantastic edition of WCF's Slam. Virginia is home to a wide range of historical events, and will once again be stage to history on Monday when Johnny Anthrax's championship ambitions come to a climactic conclusion, much like how the South surrendered to the Union just miles from Richmond. Now as history usually repeats itself, I shall also repeat history in a way. As the Union launched the final push in the Civil War from Richmond, I shall launch my final offensive on the Television Title.
Apollo turns the corner where flights 630 through 635 load and take off towards their final destination. Apollo rolls his suitcase to a seat, and lays his gym bag down next to it. Has a seat in the uncomfortable blue waiting chairs supplied by the airport.
Johnny Anthrax.
Apollo sits for a moment thinking to himself. Scratching his head. He leans back for a second and stares up at the TV's meant to inform people while they wait; the news, flight delay information, a rundown of events happening in the near future at the Wachovia Center. Apollo seems to make notice of a few bands playing, but quickly shrugs it off.
Johnny Anthrax. Who is that again? The name sounds familiar.
Mr. Griffin stretches out in his most uncomfortable seat, while a young fan comes up with a sharpie and sheet of paper. Apollo looks at the kid for a minute like "Are you crazy?" then he notices the kid is wearing a Triangle t-shirt, Apollo smiles a bit to himself and takes the kids paper, and signs it 'To Triangle's last fan, give it up kid, all Stars fall from grace- Apollo G." Apollo laughs to himself a bit, folds the paper in half and hands it back to the kid. The fourteen year old fan walks away happy as christmas morning, unfortunately when he gets fifteen feet away he opens the paper and has a warhead-induced sour look on his face. Apollo's face immediately lights up, as he begins speaking.
Johnny Anthrax is that kid who has that bitch of a manager Colton, showing him the ropes of the business. What Colton showed Johnny a few weeks ago was not to stick your nose in my business or you'll end up flat on your back, a broken shell of yourself. When we teamed up on slam a few weeks back, you saw that fist hand didn't you Johnny? I'll give you credit for trying to defend Colton, but that bitch cost me a win over a wanna-be superhero and a genetic freak, but it cost you in the long run Johnny, it cost you more than three seconds on your back, which is all that I'll need in Richmond. Johnny, if you can take anything from Colton serious it should be that you don't want to mess with me or my business; and the television title is MY business. At Revenge you'll understand Johnny, you'll see that all of this was just...History in the Making...
Airline overhead speaker: Now boarding Flight 632 to JFK International Airport, Now boarding Flight 632 to New York City, Please board now.
Apollo looks up at the three televisions again, looking for anything that sets this day off from the rest, he reaches down, grabs his bag and suitcase, and begins walking toward his loading area. Then he remembers he is what is changing the world.
In a week's time I'll be in Richmond, Virginia at the Richmond Coliseum, attending what is sure to be a fantastic edition of WCF's Slam. Virginia is home to a wide range of historical events, and will once again be stage to history on Monday when Johnny Anthrax's championship ambitions come to a climactic conclusion, much like how the South surrendered to the Union just miles from Richmond. Now as history usually repeats itself, I shall also repeat history in a way. As the Union launched the final push in the Civil War from Richmond, I shall launch my final offensive on the Television Title.
Apollo turns the corner where flights 630 through 635 load and take off towards their final destination. Apollo rolls his suitcase to a seat, and lays his gym bag down next to it. Has a seat in the uncomfortable blue waiting chairs supplied by the airport.
Johnny Anthrax.
Apollo sits for a moment thinking to himself. Scratching his head. He leans back for a second and stares up at the TV's meant to inform people while they wait; the news, flight delay information, a rundown of events happening in the near future at the Wachovia Center. Apollo seems to make notice of a few bands playing, but quickly shrugs it off.
Johnny Anthrax. Who is that again? The name sounds familiar.
Mr. Griffin stretches out in his most uncomfortable seat, while a young fan comes up with a sharpie and sheet of paper. Apollo looks at the kid for a minute like "Are you crazy?" then he notices the kid is wearing a Triangle t-shirt, Apollo smiles a bit to himself and takes the kids paper, and signs it 'To Triangle's last fan, give it up kid, all Stars fall from grace- Apollo G." Apollo laughs to himself a bit, folds the paper in half and hands it back to the kid. The fourteen year old fan walks away happy as christmas morning, unfortunately when he gets fifteen feet away he opens the paper and has a warhead-induced sour look on his face. Apollo's face immediately lights up, as he begins speaking.
Johnny Anthrax is that kid who has that bitch of a manager Colton, showing him the ropes of the business. What Colton showed Johnny a few weeks ago was not to stick your nose in my business or you'll end up flat on your back, a broken shell of yourself. When we teamed up on slam a few weeks back, you saw that fist hand didn't you Johnny? I'll give you credit for trying to defend Colton, but that bitch cost me a win over a wanna-be superhero and a genetic freak, but it cost you in the long run Johnny, it cost you more than three seconds on your back, which is all that I'll need in Richmond. Johnny, if you can take anything from Colton serious it should be that you don't want to mess with me or my business; and the television title is MY business. At Revenge you'll understand Johnny, you'll see that all of this was just...History in the Making...
Airline overhead speaker: Now boarding Flight 632 to JFK International Airport, Now boarding Flight 632 to New York City, Please board now.
Apollo looks up at the three televisions again, looking for anything that sets this day off from the rest, he reaches down, grabs his bag and suitcase, and begins walking toward his loading area. Then he remembers he is what is changing the world.
