Post by The Paragon of Hardcore on Dec 1, 2008 10:52:36 GMT -4
*The pirated video feed of The Blackwells' Personal Cameraman, Emrys statics into life to show the nearly empty parking lot of the Quicken Loans Arena in Cleveland, Ohio. The nearly freezing air is pregnant with anticipation. Is it anticipation for the snow that seems to hang threateningly in the dark clouds that nearly blot out the sun? Is it anticipation for the Action Packed Wrestling Monday Night Overdrive card that will rock this building and pack it to capacity with APW Faithful in just a few short hours? No... Its anticipation of the cloud of noxious smoke and exhaust that now almost completely obscures the vision of the camera feed. That cloud is familiar to any who have been in APW for more then the last couple of months. Its familiar to any who have competed in or been fans of any of the other wrestling federations run by President Jeff. It is the pollution that rises from the belly of the great beast that now fills the parking lot with the sound of it's mighty roar. And suddenly from out of the cloud, like Jesse James riding his horse out of a sandstorm in a Young Guns movie, enters Everybody's Hero. The King of Hardcore, "The Career Killer" Trevor Blackwell riding on his 1979 Harley Davidson Fatboy. A breathtakingly beautiful newcomer to the life of Trevor Blackwell sits behind him as they pull up to a stop in a parking space close the arena, her arms wrapped loosely around his waist. She calls herself Tabitha Crowley and as she dismounts the Harley, brushing a few strands of flowing dark curls from her eyes, she marks a turning point in the career of the Excellence of Extreme. But now I'm getting ahead of myself*
*The camera fades out and back in to show this new power couple striding down a back hallway of the arena like they own the fucking place. Trevor's ice blue eyes shine from beneath their hood of jet black hair as the drags his Singapore Cane along the concrete wall in his wake, making a grating, irritating scraping noise that preceeds them for hundreds of feet. Keeping pace beside the King of Hardcore, walking as an equal is this new girl, Tabitha Crowley. She flips a Bowie Knife in her right hand, repeatedly tossing it up to about shoulder length, letting it tumble end over end, and catching it by the hilt each time. They only met a few days ago but already they carry themselves like they've been at each other's side for years. But that's always the way it is with Sociopaths, isn't it? Tabitha is new not only to Trevor Blackwell's life but to this business in general. The slightly annoyed look that crosses The Career Killer's face betrays the fact that Ms. Crowley's been peppering our hero with questions since they arrived.*
Tabitha: So, where are we going again?
*Trevor sighs and shakes his head, rapping the Singapore Cane hard against the wall before going back to producing that horrible scraping noise again.*
Trevor: To the Male General Population locker room to find Link. I have a tag match with him against Level One and Dr. Matt tonight.
*Ms. Crowley glances up at him with wide eyed curiosity.*
Tabitha: But didn't you battle him at November Reign? I still don't understand why you didn't just kill him when you had the chance. I mean, he was attached to you by a fucking dog collar? Why didn't you just break his neck again?
*Blackwell's ice blue eyes dart to his new companion with a slight spark of rage but he quickly extinguishes them before the flames can begin to flicker.*
Trevor: Because that wouldn't have been good television. I wanted more then one match with Dr. Matt. I've waited to long to end him at one Pay Per View. The fact that he walked out with the win last Sunday was just a slight miscalculation on my part. I would've fucking had him if I hadn't let that junkie catch me off guard with the Doctor's Orders. His final destruction will culminate at Christmas Chaos.
*Tabitha Crowley puts a small hand on The Career Killer's chest that stops the huge man in his tracks as she steps into his path. Her gaze drops down to catch her own reflection in the blade of her Bowie Knife before staring up into Blackwell's ice blues.*
Tabitha: Relax, Trevor. I'll take care of it right now. You go handle your business and I'll pay Dr. Matt a visit.
*She turns to walk away and Trevor grabs the girl by the arm, comically halting her as for a moment her feet continue a couple of paces without the rest of her body. She looks up at The Excellence of Extreme, her face a mask of serenity.*
Trevor: You can't just go kill him.
Tabitha: Huh? Why not?
*He sighs*
Trevor: Because it won't make for good television. There's rules around here. This business is as much about performing for the fans that pay our salaries as it is about kicking ass and taking names. Level One and Dr. Matt are phenomenal performers and Link and I will take them out our own way. We've been making plans over the phone all week.
*Tabitha blinks, flashing Trevor a disarming smile.*
Tabitha: Link? I've seen this guy. He's lacking. I could eliminate him as well. Its not really like he's going to be much help against Level One and Dr. Matt. I mean... he lost his Xtreme Title to Fyre Angel for gods' sake. How good could he be?
*Trevor shakes his head but can't help himself from smiling. He likes this girl.*
Trevor: You can't just go around killing people, Tabitha. That's not how this works. Besides, if you killed Link I wouldn't be able to have my match on Overdrive. And I REALLY want to get my hands on Level One for taking advantage of my lack of focus a few weeks ago and scoring a win over me. Besides, I have to start the next step of ending Dr. Matt myself.
*Tabitha pulls in a bit closer to our hero and runs a hand seductively down his chest as she looks up at him.*
Tabitha: You could still have your match... I'll be your partner... Y'know we'd have a better chance at winning that way...
*The Career Killer flashes a charming smile and kisses Tabitha Crowley, softly at first and then hungrily as a wicked connection passes between these two. Jesus Christ... Does APW realize what they're in for if they let these two go unchecked? He breaks the kiss and smiles down at this new girl who seems to have knocked him on his ass without even swinging.*
Trevor: I know we would. I'm sure Jeff will give us our chance one day soon. He'd be a fool if he didn't.
*He takes Tabitha's hand as they continue down the hall, the camera fading out.*
Trevor: C'mon, we got some destruction to start...
*The camera fades out and back in to show this new power couple striding down a back hallway of the arena like they own the fucking place. Trevor's ice blue eyes shine from beneath their hood of jet black hair as the drags his Singapore Cane along the concrete wall in his wake, making a grating, irritating scraping noise that preceeds them for hundreds of feet. Keeping pace beside the King of Hardcore, walking as an equal is this new girl, Tabitha Crowley. She flips a Bowie Knife in her right hand, repeatedly tossing it up to about shoulder length, letting it tumble end over end, and catching it by the hilt each time. They only met a few days ago but already they carry themselves like they've been at each other's side for years. But that's always the way it is with Sociopaths, isn't it? Tabitha is new not only to Trevor Blackwell's life but to this business in general. The slightly annoyed look that crosses The Career Killer's face betrays the fact that Ms. Crowley's been peppering our hero with questions since they arrived.*
Tabitha: So, where are we going again?
*Trevor sighs and shakes his head, rapping the Singapore Cane hard against the wall before going back to producing that horrible scraping noise again.*
Trevor: To the Male General Population locker room to find Link. I have a tag match with him against Level One and Dr. Matt tonight.
*Ms. Crowley glances up at him with wide eyed curiosity.*
Tabitha: But didn't you battle him at November Reign? I still don't understand why you didn't just kill him when you had the chance. I mean, he was attached to you by a fucking dog collar? Why didn't you just break his neck again?
*Blackwell's ice blue eyes dart to his new companion with a slight spark of rage but he quickly extinguishes them before the flames can begin to flicker.*
Trevor: Because that wouldn't have been good television. I wanted more then one match with Dr. Matt. I've waited to long to end him at one Pay Per View. The fact that he walked out with the win last Sunday was just a slight miscalculation on my part. I would've fucking had him if I hadn't let that junkie catch me off guard with the Doctor's Orders. His final destruction will culminate at Christmas Chaos.
*Tabitha Crowley puts a small hand on The Career Killer's chest that stops the huge man in his tracks as she steps into his path. Her gaze drops down to catch her own reflection in the blade of her Bowie Knife before staring up into Blackwell's ice blues.*
Tabitha: Relax, Trevor. I'll take care of it right now. You go handle your business and I'll pay Dr. Matt a visit.
*She turns to walk away and Trevor grabs the girl by the arm, comically halting her as for a moment her feet continue a couple of paces without the rest of her body. She looks up at The Excellence of Extreme, her face a mask of serenity.*
Trevor: You can't just go kill him.
Tabitha: Huh? Why not?
*He sighs*
Trevor: Because it won't make for good television. There's rules around here. This business is as much about performing for the fans that pay our salaries as it is about kicking ass and taking names. Level One and Dr. Matt are phenomenal performers and Link and I will take them out our own way. We've been making plans over the phone all week.
*Tabitha blinks, flashing Trevor a disarming smile.*
Tabitha: Link? I've seen this guy. He's lacking. I could eliminate him as well. Its not really like he's going to be much help against Level One and Dr. Matt. I mean... he lost his Xtreme Title to Fyre Angel for gods' sake. How good could he be?
*Trevor shakes his head but can't help himself from smiling. He likes this girl.*
Trevor: You can't just go around killing people, Tabitha. That's not how this works. Besides, if you killed Link I wouldn't be able to have my match on Overdrive. And I REALLY want to get my hands on Level One for taking advantage of my lack of focus a few weeks ago and scoring a win over me. Besides, I have to start the next step of ending Dr. Matt myself.
*Tabitha pulls in a bit closer to our hero and runs a hand seductively down his chest as she looks up at him.*
Tabitha: You could still have your match... I'll be your partner... Y'know we'd have a better chance at winning that way...
*The Career Killer flashes a charming smile and kisses Tabitha Crowley, softly at first and then hungrily as a wicked connection passes between these two. Jesus Christ... Does APW realize what they're in for if they let these two go unchecked? He breaks the kiss and smiles down at this new girl who seems to have knocked him on his ass without even swinging.*
Trevor: I know we would. I'm sure Jeff will give us our chance one day soon. He'd be a fool if he didn't.
*He takes Tabitha's hand as they continue down the hall, the camera fading out.*
Trevor: C'mon, we got some destruction to start...
