Post by The Paragon of Hardcore on Jan 4, 2008 4:37:03 GMT -4
(My Debut... Does this count as Tony's and Kristina's as well?)
*The camera comes in on a Parking Lot outside the random arena that seems to be holding forum for Hurricane Jeff and his Action Pro Wrestling Misfits to assemble for their first show. A few cars take up space on the pavement as the air hangs in a pregnant chill, threats of storms and snow seemingly looming on the horizon. It would amost be a perfect, still Winter afternoon if not for that ungodly roaring sound. The still, moist, fragrant air is corrupted as a cloud of dust and exhaust seems to build, obscuring the scene as three dark silhouettes form, growing larger and more menacing as the ground starts to shake. The low, gutteral roar grows to a deafening pitch, as three large figures, leather clad Hardcore Warriors on steel monsters pull into empty parking spaces by the entrance. They calm the engines of their Harley Davidsons, the large one in the front dismounting and removing his helmet.
Shaking out his shoulder length, jet black hair, the oldest and most trailworn of this pack of wolves lifts his red and black duffel bag from the back of his 1979 Harley Davidson Fatboy and removes his weapon of choice, his Singapore Cane up to rest on his shoulder. Its been way too long since he's done this... Looking through the ice blue eyes of this man is the warrior who's seen countless Hardcore Wars... battles with weapons and thumbtacks and barbed wire... trials by fire that earned him a reputation as The Hardcore Icon... Tje Career Killer... The Excellence of Extreme...
Behind him, a younger man pulls off his helmet. His head is shaved and covered with burns and scars and wounds that refuse to heal. His eyes are those of a cold hearted, maniacal psychopath. Though he's only in the beginning of his journey at 23 years old, he's already seen and experienced enough to give him the eyes of a Gunslinger. The man known as 'The Xtremist" pulls a stick of Reefer wrapped in a sheet of Bambu paper and puts it to his lips, flicking open a silver Zippo lighter and setting it ablaze, its fragrant aroma wafting into the air as he takes his place beside his older brother.
A third, smaller figure approaches, removing her helmet and shaking out a length of long, jet black hair, stepping up and plucking the joint from Tony's lips as he exhales a large cloud of smoke, almost aimed at the large sign above the door that reads APW Arena. "The Hardcore Princess" twirls a thin Stiletto Blade in her fingers and sheathes it in a knee high, steel toed, leather boot.
Trevor Blackwell smiles to his family, uttering one word before then walk through the entrance and the camera fades out.*
Trevor: Home...
*The camera fades in on Trevor, Tony, and Kristina Blackwell, walking past a Security Guard slumped against a wall, his eyes closed, a trail of blood staining the wall behind him, the 19 yr old girl wiping a crimson tinted hand on her black skirt with a smile creeping across her lips as they run into the man they came to see... An old friend... and enemy... A failed Superhero named Hurricane Jeff. His and Trevor's eyes meet. The tension between them could be cut with a knife as Tony and Kristina step up to flank their big brother.*
Trevor: Hurricane Jeff... Things always come full circle, don't they?
*The APW Owner smiles, a smarmy look of satisfaction in his eyes*
HJ: I thought you were done with this business...
*A savage glint flashes in The Hardcore Icon's eyes*
Trevor: I'm like Ray Liotta in Goodfellas... Every time I think I'm out, they just pull me back in...
*He looks at the clipboard in Jeff's hand*
Trevor: I'm here to sign a contact.... I hear there's a World Title up for grabs soon. You know The Blackwells couldn't pass up the chance to become the first champion of your newest wrestling federation. We always follow gold...
*Hurricane Jeff grins, dollar signs dancing in his eyes as each of Trevor, Tony, and Kristina each scratch down their names as official APW Misfits.*
HJ: Nice doing business with you guys.
*They're distracted momentarily by a figure on a nearby monitor... The Hardcore Kid doing a promo... trying to call out someone from the roster to face him... Trevor laughs and pushes past Hurricane Jeff, Tony and Kristina smiling to each other as they follow them. The APW owner turns around, calling after them.*
HJ: Where are you going?!
*The Career Killer calls back...*
Trevor: To pick a fight!
*The scene jumps to the one calling himself "The Hardcore Kid" talking to a cameraman with his hand on his shoulder*
Kid: So you think that was good? It was my first promo...
*The other guy puts down his camera, starting to rewind the tape*
APW Cameraman: I definitely think it'll get people's attention.
*Suddenly "The Career Killer" Trevor Blackwell comes in from the side, swinging his Singapore Cane like Ken Griffey Jr. looking for a homer, blasting The Hardcore Kid in the side of the head and knocking him down to one knee. "The Xtremist" Tony Blackwell strikes quickly and decisively, booting the kid in the face and sending him sprawling on the floor. All three circle around him, closing him in while Trevor looks down at the Kid with a welcoming smile.*
Trevor: Hi, I just thought I'd introduce myself personally. I'm Everybody's Hero, The Hardcore Icon, "The Career Killer" Trevor Blackwell and I've decided to accept your challenge. Like you said, lets get the ball rolling. I hear you think you're Hardcore. I've been cracking skulls and breaking hearts since you were nothing more then a nut stain in your Momma's drawers.
*The Hardcore Kid's eyes flash with rage at being humiliated like this, striking out with a hammer blow to The Career Killer's kidney and pushing up on his legs to lunge at Trevor, taking him down with a sudden Spear. The wily veteran brings up his knees into The Hardcore Kid's solarplexis and headbutts him right between the eyes. Tony and Kristina swarm him like a pack of wolves, The Hardcore Princess catches him with a kick in the chest as The Xtremist punches the Kid in the mouth. The start to stomp a mudhole in him when their older brother pull them back, laughing insanely before giving The Hardcore Kid a boot to the ribs.*
Trevor: You have balls, Kid... I like that... And I'll give you a chance to prove it at APW's first show... Falls County Anywhere... Your chance to show that you can hang in the same league as The Blackwells... Don't let the Future Pass You By...
*Tony passes Trevor what's left of the join as The Career Killer takes a hit and blows it in the Kid's face before walking off as the camera fades otu.*
