Post by Savage on Dec 28, 2019 23:41:38 GMT -6
Cambridgeshire, U.K.
27 Dec 3:32 PM GST
Fun fact: Tony's making almost as much money at this photo shoot as he did the 3 months in the G. Hey, he knew the place was still getting on it's feet when he signed the dotted line, and that's alright. With the fed growing in popularity, thus, the money will soon follow. In the meantime, Tony's doing what it takes to make that money...
Which, in this case, is looking pretty and not dying of boredom while the camera clicks, and the hot lights bake him like a potato. Triumph motorcycles was kind enough to hook him up with an impromptu modeling opportunity, and despite being near exhausted from his training camp session, he jumped on this chance. That's what this business is all about; seeing opportunity and taking it!
So, when he checked the rankings sheets, and saw he got a dope present from Santa, another door was opening for him. With the new year coming, the need to start out hot is imperative. the following from our co-Tag Team champion...
Like these damn lights; straight fire! He waits until the director calls for a break...
All that hype about Dylan getting to be the next to fight Ed, some people happen to forget some shit...
"Mr. Pay Per View, and only, PPV's" isn't the only #1 Contender for the big belt!
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Well, what do you know? Are you really surprised? Besides Duce, I've been fucking up the competition in the fed like your side woman showing up to your wife's workplace'll fuck up your marriage. Going through those motherfuckers like fiber in your system. Bob, Chad, Pete, Adi and Fisher. Even Maddog, our N.A. title holder, got taken to obedience school. It's been straight up rampage mode from me, living up to that moniker I'm the future of the fed. If that's so, it's only because I learned from a glorious past, and work to make the next go round even better.
And that is what brings me to this little post holiday message; the past. Because me and our big belt holder, Eddie...
We know each other. This is not the first time we've been on the same payroll.
He grips the throttle, getting a chuckle as he remembers the days in that fed in New Jersey him, Ed, and Zybala used to run amok in.
Years ago, things were different. It was me ruling that world, while Ed and his spacesuit was fighting to find his spot there. Now, the script's flipped. Now, he's the king, and I'm making my way back to the throne room. Such is life. But, damn, have I cut to the front of the line fast.
No offense to Ed; I like the dude. And the fact he's been grinding for years, he earned that belt. I've seen that guy stumble a lot, and now, I'm proud he kept going until he reached the top.
Only problem is, I'm not sure he's ready for that crown to weigh heavy on his head. Once you get that bulls-eye on your back, people start throwing heavy artillery at it. You get their best and baddest. That belt, that's a signal you're ready for the highest form of warfare to march at you.
Translation: You're finally ready to fuck with me now, buddy! Question is, are you?
You wanna find out, too? I mean, all those years, and we've never thrown down? That question's always rattled round in my brain.
So,Tony leans forward, straight gazing lasers into the camera.You wanna answer that question finally, and break the fucking ratings records, Apollo 13? If you are, then guess what.
Next Inferno. You. Me. The bright lights. Don't need to worry about me demanding a title shot; as a champ, you should know you defend that strap even when you aren't technically putting it on the line. I'll just take whooping your zero g ass as payment this time.
C'mon, Eddie, what do you say? You ready to blast off...
Or, is it crash and burn time off the launch pad?
Get back at me.
