The Struggle DVD Release Party!

Sunday night February 17th we decided to get a room at a karaoke joint and watch the new APB video THE STRUGGLE. The video just dropped a couple of days before, and this was a chance for a bunch of us old friends as well as some new ones to get together and watch the DVD and rock the microphone with some karaoke shit. There was a good mix of people and a good mix of party supplies. Basically, we fucking killed it! Were you there? If not, where the fuck were you? This was reminicent of the premiere of the first APB video Midnight Mariders, which was premiered in a karaoke room that held 50 people. About 75 people showed up that night and it was quite the event. This night was similar and the vibe was on some deja vu type shit for some of us. Chad handed out mad copies of The Struggle and everyone was beyond stoked. Check out a smorgasboard of photographic evidence right now:


The Colonel set it off with some rapping that was out of contrizzol!


Tim Jackson, down for some action.


This picture has a lot going for it. Silent John drinking, Timmy shredding, and Brian Wyland contemplating his next hit.


John is the meat in a genius sandwich.


Free Red Balls + this shit = fuckin' Jager bombs.


Jager bomb, jager bomb, jager bomb, jager bomb, jager bomb, jager bomb, jager bomb. You get it.


My man was feeling it.


Riding soooooo dirty.


Aaron Lee assembles himself a bomb.


Then throws a tantrum on television.


Even John was down to drop a bomb.


Johnny mixed the shit with his finger.


You haven't lived until you've seen John deliver Silent skate video commentary with a Jager bomb in his hand.


Tim Jackson commentary was pretty fucking good though.


Paparazzo perch.


Sean Payne is finally back in Hawaii after a lengthy 8 month Cali hiatus, and already hard at work mixing cocktails. Welcome home, Payneis!


Aaron Lee and Chris Kays, struggling.


Jarold and his little buddy Kaikea were struggling too.


Poetree cam in effect.


Eri, Courtney, Nelly, and Kenny. Four hotties right there!


Rob taught Kenny this one choke move and then took a picture of Kaikea receiving it.


Nelly also likes The Beatles, she killed it too.


Double fisted.


Bohemian Rhapsody is a must on the session.


Jarold tried to get John to belt one out, but SJ wasn't having it. Those are four fucking rippers in this picture, though.


Instead, Matt Chaffin was calling for the mic, so J. Webb let him have it.


Dude started killing it!


Little Danny just couldn't keep his composure while his boy destroyed the mic. It doesn't look like it but he's fucking cracking up hard.


Chris and Johnny however, were straight up delighted.


Pretty much everyone was feeling it.


Shredding.


Rippers.


Sniped.


Mr. and Mrs Hartsel alongside the fashionista police.


Me and some dudes.


Dribbling.


Have a snack.


Dope camera. Looks familiar.


Jarold and Kenny warming up.


Getting hotter.


Melting that shit.


Kenny was like "You can't fuck with this!".


I danced while Johnny flipped a serious bird.


Seriously, sometimes I get animated.


Dudes were lit.


Thanks for an excellent video, Chad.
Goodnight!

APB-sides.

The loooooong awaited APB shop video "The Struggle" is FINALLY dropping this weekend on DVD, or , at least it's supposed to. That's the word from the people over there anyway.
EDIT: It's out! It came in today, Friday the 15th. Go fucking buy it!








In honor of this momentus occasion, I'm unveiling some old unreleased shit that I've been sitting on forever. Yeah, this stuff is all previously unseen and has been on ice in the archives collecting dust for about two years. It features the entire APB team (except for Kaikea Kimura, he wasn't officially part of it yet) and it's stuff that has never been shared with anyone before. Secret hidden footage? Hardly. I wish that's what it was. People would actually care about that. No, sadly this is some shit that I wrote for DOWNITHAPB.COM when it was time to do team updates in early 2006. Did you know that I write the majority of that bullshit over there? The news, team profiles, video descriptions, pretty much everything except the new product stuff. Chad writes that. Can you tell the difference? A lot of people can't, and everyone says that we have similar writing styles. PSYCHE! He wishes. Also, did you know that DOWNWITHAPB.COM is my baby? Well, it was more spawned from Chad's figurative seedling, but at the very least I got to name the child. What's the point? The point is this shit is now finally ready for the public to enjoy. Or fucking hate. Either is perfectly acceptable! The first team profile is in my opinion, and this is really hard (that's what she said) for me to say, the biggest piece of shit I came up with out of the seven (you might disagree when you read the rest). I really do like this one the least, but it is all about one of my favorite dudes no homo no homo no homo ,my little brody Brian Wyland.






Brian Wyland:

In 2004, after winning his fourth straight AVN award for Best Male Performer, Brian found himself on top of the porn world. Again. Sure, it was fun. The extravagant hotel suites , private jets, cocaine buffets and farm animals were his personal favorites. Life had been good to him since he quit school. Too good. He drove a customized platinum stretch Bentley shaggin’ wagon that sat on thirty-two inch chrome spinners. When he wasn’t busy touring the world and boning for a living, Brian resided in the plushest big baller oceanfront North Shore surf mansion from Himalayas to V-land. 2005 saw the release of the wildly popular Arizona Cann replica cock and balls pro model dildo, now the number one selling sex toy in the world by far, and Brian had an eager, willing and faithful harem of the planet’s finest multi-ethnic betties that numbered in the thousands.
Sure, he had been with hundreds upon hundreds of women all across the globe as a result of traveling to numerous countries with his uncle, a world-renowned artist, but that was simply practice. And his practice had paid off. Handsomely. Pussy, big houses and pimped out rides, although a huge part of his life, were not the only things that occupied his time. Brian loved music, and he had his very own professional quality recording studio in his basement . In it, he had dozens of guitars of every shape and brand, a floor to ceiling wall of Marshall stacks, a full complement of brass and wind instruments in their very own orchestra pit, a huge diamond encrusted and bedazzled Steinway piano that once belonged to Liberace, and his favorite of all, a one hundred piece drum set formerly owned by Neal Peart complete with three gongs and a dozen different cowbells. There was no material object that he could not possess, and no human being that he could not buy. He had even recently purchased Erik Ellington for fifty million dollars in cash and kept him in a guest house out back and had “The Mule” perform big spins for him every day down the simulated double set on the intricate street plaza that was built on his massive estate. However, as gratifying and sensational as these assets were, Brian quickly grew tired of the trappings that his fame afforded him, and secretly yearned for something else. Something different. Something urban and street. Something that would make the homies say ho and the girlies want to scream. Brian decided he would quit the adult film industry and pursue his dream, starting his own modern day and updated version of his beloved Wu-Tang Clan. Much like the original, they’d form like Voltron, only this time Brian would be the head, the sharpest motherfucker in the whole shit.

TO BE CONTINUED…

Video sheeeeeeit.

These clips wouldn't cooperate last time I tried to post them, so here they are in all of their unbridled glory.


My board almost went for a dip in Honolulu Harbor.


It looks like this when you don't eat shit.


This manual got Kenneth a pat on the back.


Kyle did a little hop skip and jump.


Jamie knows the secret of this shit is HEEL, TOE.


Kenny can't get enough of this place.


He likes to show off his funny little tricks.


But this was his amazing feat of the day.