Post by The Paragon of Hardcore on Dec 5, 2008 14:06:05 GMT -4
*The pirated video feed of The Blackwells' Personal Cameraman, Emrys fizzles into life but still shows nothing but darkness. No, Trevor didn't forget to pay his man's power bill.. The camera stares into windows... the darkness of the soul... One soul in particular... To add to this horror, Emrys feels the finely honed edge of a Bowie Knife digging into the tender flesh of his throat... a narrow trickle of blood starting to flow from the slowly opening wound.
As the highly paid employee of "The Career Killer" Trevor Blackwell, Emyrs has seen a lot in his time. He's seen brutality. He's seen beatings. He's seen blood. He's seen rage and he's seen tears. Emrys was hired for this job because he was the only one with the testicular fortitude to follow around raving lunatics like Trevor Blackwell and his siblings. The highly venerated Phil once filed a lawsuit against these monsters because he got a bit too close to the action on a bad day. Emrys has built his career on being made of stronger stuff then that. And even now it takes all of Emrys's "field training" to keep his camera arm steady... to keep the screen from shuddering... the guy should be given a Purple Heart for this shit... Luckily, it is his employer who saves his life in this situation and soothes the savage beast at his throat with a few simple words.*
Trevor: Dammit, Tabitha! Stand the fuck down!
*Tabitha Crowley... The current winter of Emry's discontent... She backs up a bit, the large blade still at Emrys's throat and flashes him a nearly doll-like smile... those blackish-brown eyes blinking for a moment in utter lack of understanding as she questions the cameraman's savior.*
Tabitha: Why? Who the fuck is this guy and why do you care? I only want to play a little game...
*Out of utter fear and an inability to look into those horribly inhuman eyes, Emrys pans the camera past Tabitha despite the fact that the blade has dug into his throat a bit deeper. The room behind this girl is filled with a miasma of psychotropic smoke. From the middle of this cloud shine the ice blue eyes of his King.*
Trevor: Because he works for us, Beautiful. That's Emrys... I pay him rather well to film our promos because he's the ONLY one who'll work with us... It kinda defeats the purpose if you kill him... Besides, murder will get us fired.
*Tabitha doesn't look over her shoulder at Trevor. Those doll-like black eyes never leave her prey. Makes sense, doesn't it? That's why Trevor Blackwell feels such a fondness for this girl. Its the need to surround himself with other predators. Validating his own insanity? Probably...*
Tabitha: But he surprised me...
*A slow grin spreads across the perfect Cupid's Bow of her lips like a plague as she rocks back and forth on her heels.*
Tabitha: I don't like surprises... Besides, the way his Adam's Apple scrapes against the blade every time he swallows is kinda amusing...
*A deep sigh rumbles from behind her as The Excellence of Extreme exhales more smoke into the cloud of inebriation that undulates around him like an intoxicating halo. Trevor realizes that his words of restraint are having no effect on his "lady friend" and decides to distract her with something equally as entertaining.*
Trevor: Tabitha...
*He taps his ever-present Singapore Cane on his lap to get her attention. And the motion has the desired effect... her eyes flicker for a moment.*
Trevor: Come hit this blunt...
*And its like a switch is flipped inside the girl. She immediately draws back the blade from Emrys's throat, leaving the cameraman to fall to his knees, holding the wound and gasping for air. She shrugs her shoulders.*
Tabitha: Ok!
*The girl sidles over to Trevor with a feline grace, her feet almost seeming to never touch the floor, and plants herself firmly on his lap, squirming for a moment until she finds the most comfortable spot, giving Trevor something hard to poke her with in the process, as she nonchalantly plucks the blunt from his fingers. The Career Killer looks over to his badly bleeding employee.*
Trevor: Come closer, Emrys...
*Tabitha eyes him, Trevor's fist wrapped in her hair as a restraint reminding Emrys of a barely leashed pitbull. He opts for the safer option and just zooms in the camera. The King of Hardcore shakes his head and pulls out a roll of bandage.*
Trevor: Come closer, Emrys. Here...
*He tosses the roll past the camera's view as Tabitha drains what's left of the blunt in a few long drags.*
Trevor: Wrap yourself up.
*The camera steadies on Emrys's leg as he follows his King's orders. Blackwell pulls another blunt out from the confines of his leather jacket and lights it.*
Trevor: Why are you here anyway?
*The voice that comes from the camera seems strained and hoarse.*
Emrys: You asked me to stop by so you could cut your promo for your match this week on Overdrive against The Hardcore Kid...
*The Excellence of Extreme laughs as he takes a huge hit from the blunt, Tabitha now stoned and staring off into space. He doesn't exhale, his speech making the smoke leak out of the sides of his mouth like a dragon.*
Trevor: That's right... The Hardcore Kid... So easy for me to forget... What is this? The fourth time he's faced me? He's like a bad case of Herpes... No matter how many times I think I've gotten rid of him, he keeps showing up even nastier then before. My first match in APW was a Hardcore Match against the Kid and I ripped his scrawny ass to shreds. Then he latched himself onto that talentless half-breed, Vinnie HaRdCoRe. After I killed his buddy's career and sent him packing back to whatever third world country he crawled out of, The Kid came after me for revenge. And I ripped his scrawny ass to shreds. Then he threw his hat in with Matt Metal in a six man tag... and I ripped his scrawny ass to shreds. And now that brings us to the present day...
*He finally exhales just long enough to make room in his lungs for another hit of the blunt as Trevor's ice blue eyes fix on the camera.*
Trevor: The bottom line is that there's a pattern here, Kid. I mean, I admit that I've noticed that you've stepped up your game lately. And ditching that loser, Jason Rpyce is probably the best career move you ever could've made. But you're still not in my league. You're still not Hardcore enough to lace my boots. I don't know if you thought you could take the lack of focus that I've had lately as a chance to get one over on "The Career Killer" Trevor Blackwell like Level One and Dr. Matt did, but in case you didn't notice... I'm back now.
*He wraps an arm tighter around Tabitha's waist. The only sign that she even notices is her hand caressing his arm... her black eyes still distant.*
Trevor: And I've found new focus. Come Christmas Chaos, I'm going to walk out the new APW World Heavyweight Champion and at Overdrive you're going to be the same thing you always are... a stepping stone. I don't even feel sorry for you. You know exactly what you're getting yourself into. I won't even give you the warning to stay home and save yourself the beating. I want you to show up. Maybe this time you'll get the fucking hint.
*Tabitha suddenly seems to snap back to the here and now, looking up at Trevor and taking the blunt from him again as she interrupts him.*
Tabitha: Are you done yet?
*The Career Killer stops and looks down at her with a smirk.*
Trevor: Well... I...
*Tabitha just runs over him like he hadn't even started talking.*
Tabitha: 'Cause I was thinking that your friend over there could go get himself stitched up...
*She brings up the Bowie Knife and leans in close to him, running the tip seductively down his throat*
Tabitha: ...and we could get some alone time...
*The King of Hardcore's ice blue eyes blink rapidly and he turns to Emrys as Tabitha giggles slightly.*
Trevor: Yeah. You. Go. Get stitched up.
*Emrys quickly leaves the room as he closes the door on Trevor grabbing Tabitha by the hair and kissing her.*
As the highly paid employee of "The Career Killer" Trevor Blackwell, Emyrs has seen a lot in his time. He's seen brutality. He's seen beatings. He's seen blood. He's seen rage and he's seen tears. Emrys was hired for this job because he was the only one with the testicular fortitude to follow around raving lunatics like Trevor Blackwell and his siblings. The highly venerated Phil once filed a lawsuit against these monsters because he got a bit too close to the action on a bad day. Emrys has built his career on being made of stronger stuff then that. And even now it takes all of Emrys's "field training" to keep his camera arm steady... to keep the screen from shuddering... the guy should be given a Purple Heart for this shit... Luckily, it is his employer who saves his life in this situation and soothes the savage beast at his throat with a few simple words.*
Trevor: Dammit, Tabitha! Stand the fuck down!
*Tabitha Crowley... The current winter of Emry's discontent... She backs up a bit, the large blade still at Emrys's throat and flashes him a nearly doll-like smile... those blackish-brown eyes blinking for a moment in utter lack of understanding as she questions the cameraman's savior.*
Tabitha: Why? Who the fuck is this guy and why do you care? I only want to play a little game...
*Out of utter fear and an inability to look into those horribly inhuman eyes, Emrys pans the camera past Tabitha despite the fact that the blade has dug into his throat a bit deeper. The room behind this girl is filled with a miasma of psychotropic smoke. From the middle of this cloud shine the ice blue eyes of his King.*
Trevor: Because he works for us, Beautiful. That's Emrys... I pay him rather well to film our promos because he's the ONLY one who'll work with us... It kinda defeats the purpose if you kill him... Besides, murder will get us fired.
*Tabitha doesn't look over her shoulder at Trevor. Those doll-like black eyes never leave her prey. Makes sense, doesn't it? That's why Trevor Blackwell feels such a fondness for this girl. Its the need to surround himself with other predators. Validating his own insanity? Probably...*
Tabitha: But he surprised me...
*A slow grin spreads across the perfect Cupid's Bow of her lips like a plague as she rocks back and forth on her heels.*
Tabitha: I don't like surprises... Besides, the way his Adam's Apple scrapes against the blade every time he swallows is kinda amusing...
*A deep sigh rumbles from behind her as The Excellence of Extreme exhales more smoke into the cloud of inebriation that undulates around him like an intoxicating halo. Trevor realizes that his words of restraint are having no effect on his "lady friend" and decides to distract her with something equally as entertaining.*
Trevor: Tabitha...
*He taps his ever-present Singapore Cane on his lap to get her attention. And the motion has the desired effect... her eyes flicker for a moment.*
Trevor: Come hit this blunt...
*And its like a switch is flipped inside the girl. She immediately draws back the blade from Emrys's throat, leaving the cameraman to fall to his knees, holding the wound and gasping for air. She shrugs her shoulders.*
Tabitha: Ok!
*The girl sidles over to Trevor with a feline grace, her feet almost seeming to never touch the floor, and plants herself firmly on his lap, squirming for a moment until she finds the most comfortable spot, giving Trevor something hard to poke her with in the process, as she nonchalantly plucks the blunt from his fingers. The Career Killer looks over to his badly bleeding employee.*
Trevor: Come closer, Emrys...
*Tabitha eyes him, Trevor's fist wrapped in her hair as a restraint reminding Emrys of a barely leashed pitbull. He opts for the safer option and just zooms in the camera. The King of Hardcore shakes his head and pulls out a roll of bandage.*
Trevor: Come closer, Emrys. Here...
*He tosses the roll past the camera's view as Tabitha drains what's left of the blunt in a few long drags.*
Trevor: Wrap yourself up.
*The camera steadies on Emrys's leg as he follows his King's orders. Blackwell pulls another blunt out from the confines of his leather jacket and lights it.*
Trevor: Why are you here anyway?
*The voice that comes from the camera seems strained and hoarse.*
Emrys: You asked me to stop by so you could cut your promo for your match this week on Overdrive against The Hardcore Kid...
*The Excellence of Extreme laughs as he takes a huge hit from the blunt, Tabitha now stoned and staring off into space. He doesn't exhale, his speech making the smoke leak out of the sides of his mouth like a dragon.*
Trevor: That's right... The Hardcore Kid... So easy for me to forget... What is this? The fourth time he's faced me? He's like a bad case of Herpes... No matter how many times I think I've gotten rid of him, he keeps showing up even nastier then before. My first match in APW was a Hardcore Match against the Kid and I ripped his scrawny ass to shreds. Then he latched himself onto that talentless half-breed, Vinnie HaRdCoRe. After I killed his buddy's career and sent him packing back to whatever third world country he crawled out of, The Kid came after me for revenge. And I ripped his scrawny ass to shreds. Then he threw his hat in with Matt Metal in a six man tag... and I ripped his scrawny ass to shreds. And now that brings us to the present day...
*He finally exhales just long enough to make room in his lungs for another hit of the blunt as Trevor's ice blue eyes fix on the camera.*
Trevor: The bottom line is that there's a pattern here, Kid. I mean, I admit that I've noticed that you've stepped up your game lately. And ditching that loser, Jason Rpyce is probably the best career move you ever could've made. But you're still not in my league. You're still not Hardcore enough to lace my boots. I don't know if you thought you could take the lack of focus that I've had lately as a chance to get one over on "The Career Killer" Trevor Blackwell like Level One and Dr. Matt did, but in case you didn't notice... I'm back now.
*He wraps an arm tighter around Tabitha's waist. The only sign that she even notices is her hand caressing his arm... her black eyes still distant.*
Trevor: And I've found new focus. Come Christmas Chaos, I'm going to walk out the new APW World Heavyweight Champion and at Overdrive you're going to be the same thing you always are... a stepping stone. I don't even feel sorry for you. You know exactly what you're getting yourself into. I won't even give you the warning to stay home and save yourself the beating. I want you to show up. Maybe this time you'll get the fucking hint.
*Tabitha suddenly seems to snap back to the here and now, looking up at Trevor and taking the blunt from him again as she interrupts him.*
Tabitha: Are you done yet?
*The Career Killer stops and looks down at her with a smirk.*
Trevor: Well... I...
*Tabitha just runs over him like he hadn't even started talking.*
Tabitha: 'Cause I was thinking that your friend over there could go get himself stitched up...
*She brings up the Bowie Knife and leans in close to him, running the tip seductively down his throat*
Tabitha: ...and we could get some alone time...
*The King of Hardcore's ice blue eyes blink rapidly and he turns to Emrys as Tabitha giggles slightly.*
Trevor: Yeah. You. Go. Get stitched up.
*Emrys quickly leaves the room as he closes the door on Trevor grabbing Tabitha by the hair and kissing her.*
