Post by CinderellaLies on Dec 7, 2008 17:37:46 GMT -4
The scene opens inside Trevor Blackwell's locker room. The King of Hardcore is sitting there, surrounded by smoke, of course, inhaling another hit of his blunt. On his lap is his newest interest, Tabitha Crowley. She takes the blunt from the Exellence of Extreme and hits it herself.
Trevor: Don't kill that like you did the last one, Tabitha.
He takes back the marijuana, not worried that he is running out-- of course not, this is Trevor Blackwell and the man probably has a feild of the shit growing in his red and black duffel bag, complete with Cuban guerrillas and AK-47s--but that perhaps his woman has reached her tolerance level.
Tabitha: You know, I really hope this match is going to be a bit more of a challenge than my last one...Or at least that it will last a little longer.
She laughs and coughs on the cloud of blue smoke around them.
Tabitha: Fyre Angel was too easy...There isn't a woman in this place that I couldn't beat. Probably most of the men, too.
Trevor frowns at her, and takes a hit.
Trevor: If my sister were here it would be a different story, you know. Us Blackwells...
Tabitha, rolling her eyes: Okay, sure.
Trevor: But Fyre Angel is a good friend. And Arcadia is a damn decent wrestler and a friend of mine.
Tabitha narrows her eyes at Trevor Blackwell and fingers her Bowie knife.
Tabitha: Who?
Trevor: Little masked Lucha chick. Blonde hair, nice ass...
He sees the look on Tabitha's face and quickly recovers himself
Trevor: I mean...She's no Tabitha Crowley or anything...
Tabitha smiles, seemingly satisfied with his recovery.
Tabitha: But she isn't really worth anything in the ring, right?
Trevor: Well, actually she's pretty good, like I said. And she's one angry bitch on top of it. You should have been here for One Night in Hell! Man! She crucified Michael Lively and it was brutal! She...
Trevor trails off at the look on her face once again.
Trevor: Would you rather me lie?
Tabitha: No. But you don't have to talk about the bitch like you want to shove your cock in her!
Trevor: No, Baby. It isn't even like that! I just appreciate her as a wrestler!
Tabitha looks at him with obvious rage and turns towards the camera.
Tabitha: Yeah, whatever. Change the subject.
Trevor opens his mouth to say something but Tabitha cuts him off and moves topics herself.
Tabitha: So! Link. You certainly have a lot to say. I don't think you know who you are messing with just yet. But don't worry. You'll learn.
Tabitha leans back into the Career Killer and takes the blunt from his mouth.
Tabitha: You know, before, when I said you were lacking...I only meant in the ring. But now I can see you are also severely lacking upstairs. Why else would you say something like "I won the Overdrive Title and I haven’t lost it to anyone especially not Fyre Angel"?
She shakes her head.
Tabitha: There are so many things wrong with that sentence. Like, who lost to Fyre Angel? I won my match against her. Actually, has anyone lost to Fyre Angel? The second obvious thing wrong with that sentence is your gloating that you haven't lost the Overdrive title.
Tabitha rests her head in her hand and tries to look apologetic, which ends up looking much more horrifying than her genuine lack of emotion and she soon gives up the act and goes blank again.
Tabitha: I hate to break it to you...well, no, I love pointing out others' mistakes...it's amusing. Anyway, You haven't lost your title because you've never defended it. NEVER. You haven't been in a title match since you won the thing, and from what I've heard, it wasn't some hard fought battle to the death. As a matter of fact, I've heard...Arcadia...was barely there for it.
She clenched her teeth and narrowed her eyes at the mention of the woman Trevor was nearly waxing poetic about.
Tabitha: But that's you, Link. Always talking about you accomplishments and making them sound better than they are. You're Overdrive champion. You didn't even win the thing on a Pay Per View. You are so uninteresting, in fact, that at the last PPV, you didn't even defend the title. Do you get it?
She leans very close to the camera and Emrys (It's Trevor's locker room, you know it's Trevor's cameraman) backs up a step.
Tabitha: Jeff isn't on a Screw Link Tour. He just knows you don't put people in the seats. You can blame him as much as you want for all of your failures, but we both know the ONLY reason that silver belt is still around your waist is because he's kept you out of any title matches. So while you sit there and complain about Jeff and how he runs this place, you might want to thank him for your Championship Reign. He might even be willing to keep the hounds off you for another few weeks. But don't try to pretend that you deserve these things, Link. Not when it is as obvious as the belt on your waist that they were all handed to you.
She finishes the blunt despite Trevor's original warning and he looks slightly annoyed at her. She kisses him passionately and the look is replaced by a more amorous expression. Tabitha turns back to the camera once more.
Tabitha: Oh. And how can you call me a dumb cunt? How can you make comments about ANYONE's intelligence when you're the one cutting promos for Overdrive after Overdrive has aired... It makes no sense! You can't even say it was a problem with the television station because everything we do is live!
She zones out for a moment and Trevor snaps his fingers in her face.
Trevor: I told you you shouldn't have had that last blunt, Tabitha.
Tabitha shakes herself a bit and looks around.
Tabitha: Right! Link, you better be ready for your loss on Overdrive this Monday night because there is no way in hell Jeff is handing you the win on this one. You either earn it or you don't and you certainly haven't earned it.
She crosses her arms and looks at Trevor and as the camera fades to black you can hear the beginnings of an argument.
Tabitha: So...Arcadia's pretty good, huh?
Tevor: Baby, come on your over reacting...
Fade out.
Trevor: Don't kill that like you did the last one, Tabitha.
He takes back the marijuana, not worried that he is running out-- of course not, this is Trevor Blackwell and the man probably has a feild of the shit growing in his red and black duffel bag, complete with Cuban guerrillas and AK-47s--but that perhaps his woman has reached her tolerance level.
Tabitha: You know, I really hope this match is going to be a bit more of a challenge than my last one...Or at least that it will last a little longer.
She laughs and coughs on the cloud of blue smoke around them.
Tabitha: Fyre Angel was too easy...There isn't a woman in this place that I couldn't beat. Probably most of the men, too.
Trevor frowns at her, and takes a hit.
Trevor: If my sister were here it would be a different story, you know. Us Blackwells...
Tabitha, rolling her eyes: Okay, sure.
Trevor: But Fyre Angel is a good friend. And Arcadia is a damn decent wrestler and a friend of mine.
Tabitha narrows her eyes at Trevor Blackwell and fingers her Bowie knife.
Tabitha: Who?
Trevor: Little masked Lucha chick. Blonde hair, nice ass...
He sees the look on Tabitha's face and quickly recovers himself
Trevor: I mean...She's no Tabitha Crowley or anything...
Tabitha smiles, seemingly satisfied with his recovery.
Tabitha: But she isn't really worth anything in the ring, right?
Trevor: Well, actually she's pretty good, like I said. And she's one angry bitch on top of it. You should have been here for One Night in Hell! Man! She crucified Michael Lively and it was brutal! She...
Trevor trails off at the look on her face once again.
Trevor: Would you rather me lie?
Tabitha: No. But you don't have to talk about the bitch like you want to shove your cock in her!
Trevor: No, Baby. It isn't even like that! I just appreciate her as a wrestler!
Tabitha looks at him with obvious rage and turns towards the camera.
Tabitha: Yeah, whatever. Change the subject.
Trevor opens his mouth to say something but Tabitha cuts him off and moves topics herself.
Tabitha: So! Link. You certainly have a lot to say. I don't think you know who you are messing with just yet. But don't worry. You'll learn.
Tabitha leans back into the Career Killer and takes the blunt from his mouth.
Tabitha: You know, before, when I said you were lacking...I only meant in the ring. But now I can see you are also severely lacking upstairs. Why else would you say something like "I won the Overdrive Title and I haven’t lost it to anyone especially not Fyre Angel"?
She shakes her head.
Tabitha: There are so many things wrong with that sentence. Like, who lost to Fyre Angel? I won my match against her. Actually, has anyone lost to Fyre Angel? The second obvious thing wrong with that sentence is your gloating that you haven't lost the Overdrive title.
Tabitha rests her head in her hand and tries to look apologetic, which ends up looking much more horrifying than her genuine lack of emotion and she soon gives up the act and goes blank again.
Tabitha: I hate to break it to you...well, no, I love pointing out others' mistakes...it's amusing. Anyway, You haven't lost your title because you've never defended it. NEVER. You haven't been in a title match since you won the thing, and from what I've heard, it wasn't some hard fought battle to the death. As a matter of fact, I've heard...Arcadia...was barely there for it.
She clenched her teeth and narrowed her eyes at the mention of the woman Trevor was nearly waxing poetic about.
Tabitha: But that's you, Link. Always talking about you accomplishments and making them sound better than they are. You're Overdrive champion. You didn't even win the thing on a Pay Per View. You are so uninteresting, in fact, that at the last PPV, you didn't even defend the title. Do you get it?
She leans very close to the camera and Emrys (It's Trevor's locker room, you know it's Trevor's cameraman) backs up a step.
Tabitha: Jeff isn't on a Screw Link Tour. He just knows you don't put people in the seats. You can blame him as much as you want for all of your failures, but we both know the ONLY reason that silver belt is still around your waist is because he's kept you out of any title matches. So while you sit there and complain about Jeff and how he runs this place, you might want to thank him for your Championship Reign. He might even be willing to keep the hounds off you for another few weeks. But don't try to pretend that you deserve these things, Link. Not when it is as obvious as the belt on your waist that they were all handed to you.
She finishes the blunt despite Trevor's original warning and he looks slightly annoyed at her. She kisses him passionately and the look is replaced by a more amorous expression. Tabitha turns back to the camera once more.
Tabitha: Oh. And how can you call me a dumb cunt? How can you make comments about ANYONE's intelligence when you're the one cutting promos for Overdrive after Overdrive has aired... It makes no sense! You can't even say it was a problem with the television station because everything we do is live!
She zones out for a moment and Trevor snaps his fingers in her face.
Trevor: I told you you shouldn't have had that last blunt, Tabitha.
Tabitha shakes herself a bit and looks around.
Tabitha: Right! Link, you better be ready for your loss on Overdrive this Monday night because there is no way in hell Jeff is handing you the win on this one. You either earn it or you don't and you certainly haven't earned it.
She crosses her arms and looks at Trevor and as the camera fades to black you can hear the beginnings of an argument.
Tabitha: So...Arcadia's pretty good, huh?
Tevor: Baby, come on your over reacting...
Fade out.
