Post by The Paragon of Hardcore on Sept 22, 2008 3:18:13 GMT -4
*The pirated video feed of The Blackwells' Personal Cameraman, Emrys statics into life. The flicker of a laptop's screen shines like a lone beacon of light from the desk of an almost entirely darkened locker room. The glow of the portable computer casts a ghastly glow on what is visible of the only occupant of this room. His long, jet black hair hangs in his face... The Career Killer's ice blue eyes shining with a glow of their own. A smile crosses Trevor Blackwell's lips as he leans back in his chair... not the red and black recliner that is historically the King of Hardcore's throne... but a normal, straight backed chair.... the tips of his black steel-toed shit kickers hooked under the lip of the deck to keep him Trevor from falling on his ass as he rocks back on the rear legs of his seat. Emrys steps around behind his employer so that the camera shot shows what has brought such brief, fleeting amusement to his usually stern contenance...
And we see Matt Metal. He's a little younger in this shot but it seems that Trevor Blackwell has spent the last week since Overdrive compiling a montage of The Nu Metal Master's "greatest hits". Some cheesy 80's Glamrock tune... the kind of music he always associated with Metalmania... started to play as a highlight reel showed on the screen... Matt Metal fighting for his life in the Elimination Chamber match back in CWF... Matt Metal rocking Kenny Lambardo with a Nu Metal in WWC... Matt Metal drilling Andy McHeyman with another Nu Metal in CWF... Yet another Nu Metal on Bryan A. Dyamond in WWC... Trevor Blackwell injuring Metal and putting him out in WWC, Unholy Alliance members and SINscum alike surrounding the ring. Trevor leans forward and rewinds that part, watching it a couple more times before fast forwarding to last week's Overdrive... watching Metal refuse that Singapore Cane... watching him refuse to beat Kristina and end the match... watching him leave like a coward. The Career Killer shakes his head in sheer disappointment as he thinks of the satisfying "THUD" that his Singapore Cane makes when it impacts Matt Metal's skull as he smiles again. The mentally unstable King of Hardcore strokes that same Cane as it lies in his lap.... caressing it like a pet cat.
The light turns on as the rest of Trevor's current crew enters the room. His little sister, "The Hardcore Princess" Kristina Blackwell... flanked by his long time friend, Kalayla "Fyre Angel" Mitchell... Trevor glances over his shoulder and Kristina stops dead in her tracks, knowing how unwise it is to interrupt her brother when he's in one of these moods... when he's studying one of his opponents. She also immediately realizes what this means as her big brother stands, Singapore Cane in hand. Kalayla steps in and hugs The Excellence of Extreme, smiling happily as he returns it but Kristina stands in the doorway, barring her brother's exit.*
Kristina: Where are you going?
*Trevor releases the Fyre Angel and brandishes his weapon, his ice blue eyes staring a hole through his little sister.*
Trevor: I'm going to go find Matt Metal somewhere in the halls and give him the beating of his life. I'm going to destroy everything that is Metalmania and force a new Matt Metal... the old Matt Metal... to rise from the ashes like a phoenix. You guys wanna help me go teach him a lesson and remind Metal who it is he's dealing with?
*Kristina sighs and shakes her head but that Blackwell temper boils out of her despite her best efforts to stay level headed.*
Kristina: You're such a fucking caveman, sometimes! Jesus, Trev, do you always have to think with your fucking Singapore Cane?! Look how quick you are to attack Matt Metal! Don't you think he's waiting for that?! Do you honestly think he's forgotten who he's dealing with?! Metal's known us for years! He knows exactly what to expect from The Blackwells... and Fyre Angel... We have a Six Person Tag Team Match tomorrow night against him and Hardcore Ice but you're already steamrolling past that to your Street Fight with him at Aftershock! Focus, Brother! Focus! Why the fuck are you taking this so personally? Why are you so obsessed with Metal? He's not even the World Champion!
*The Career Killer tries to shake his head and clear it. He tries to push past that hungry red rage that threatens to consume him. I guess there's a reason Kristina's always been the brains of this outfit... She's the only one who thinks with an unclouded mind at times. Maybe its because she doesn't smoke pot like Trevor does... His gaze never falters from Kristina's. The same ice blue eyes as his mirrored back at him.*
Trevor: I'm not worried about Hardcore Ice... Its Jason Royce for Christ's sake... I'm not underestimating him... I just know him... Him and The Hardcore Queer. I've been whooping Royce's ass since he was D2GAY in CWF... I won my first Xtreme Championship from him. The guy has never been able to beat me on his best day! Never. Not in any of the wrestling federations I've been in with him. CWF. IWC. WWC. TCW. And now APW. His name and his look may change but the song remains the same. He's always been a whiny little bitch who can never back up his mouth. And The Hardcore Kid is just more of the same. I admit, The Kid has improved since the last time I was in APW but he's still a shmuck. He wasn't in my league when I beat him within an inch of his life in my first match in APW. He wasn't in my league when he failed to get revenge on me for ending Vinnie HaRdCoRe's career. And he's still not in my league now. You and Kalayla are twice the performers they are. They just got lucky and bullshitted their way through keeping their titles. I'm sure you'll get them at the PPV... their luck will run out.
*The King of Hardcore starts to pace the locker room like a caged lion. Kalayla steps back towards the door and her reluctant tag team partner, Kristina... giving Trevor a wide berth.*
Trevor: As for Metal, Overdrive will just be a taste of what he's in for at Aftershock. That's what the point of this match is. This was President Jeff booking a preview... a teaser for the PPV. This is just our chance to showcase the fact that we're superior talent. The time of Matt Metal's recokoning has come. You have no idea how he disappointed me at Overdrive.
*The Hardcore Princess has to restrain herself from jumping for her brother's throat.*
Kristina: You gave him your Singapore Cane to beat me with!
*The Excellence of Extreme laughs and shakes his head.*
Trevor: That's just it, Kris! I knew he didn't have it in him to strike you down. It was like in Star Wars when the Emporer told Luke Skywalker to take his lightsaber and strike Darth Vader down so that he could take his father's place at his side. The Emprorer wasn't selling out Vader. He knew Luke didn't have it in him. He wanted to embarass him and throw it in Skywalker's face that he was lacking in the balls department.
*Kristina looks at her brother like he's lost his mind.*
Kristina: Star Wars... What the fuck are you talking about??? Have you been spending too much time with Sabur?
*The Career Killer laughs, the smile only making him look even more sinister.*
Trevor: No, you're missing the point. If Metal had actually tried to touch you, I would've given him a Full Throttle before the Cane even made contact. What I'm saying is that I knew he didn't have it in him. I was trying to prove a point and I think I succeeded. Matt Metal knew exactly what I was trying to say. He knew that I was exposing him to the APW Faithful as the fraud he really is. They cheer him and all he's showing them is a mask. Matt Metal is a shell of the man I knew back when I was leading The Future Shock in the Combat Wrestling Federation. He's a shadow of the dominant WWC World Heavyweight Champion and the leader of S.I.N. He's a joke compared to the vicious, brutal Matt Metal that would always find a way to win no matter what it took... by any means necessary. And I'm going to awaken that in him. The old Matt Metal is still there. He's just asleep... locked away in this pussy, watered down version that we'll be facing in the ring at Overdrive. Just like Triple H... Matt Metal isn't meant to be a babyface. He's meant to be a cutthroat motherfucker. And in that Street Fight at Aftershock... I'm going to beat it out of him... By any means necessary. It's what the real Matt Metal would want.
*Kristina smiles, wrapping an arm around her brother's neck as Kalayla watches them.*
Kristina: See? That's what I wanted to hear, Trev. Just wanted to make sure your head was in the game. And look at that... Now you don't have time to jump Metal... Your camera time is just about up.
*The Career Killer sighs and puts down his Singapore Cane.*
Trevor: I guess I'll just have to wait for my Aftershock promos... I'm gonna go smoke a bowl.
*The Hardcore Princess laughs as Trevor sits down and Kalayla takes a seat on his lap, packing the King's bowl for him.*
Kristina: See? You should listen to me more often, Brother.
*The camera fades out as Trevor Blackwell takes a deep hit of the sweet ganja.*
And we see Matt Metal. He's a little younger in this shot but it seems that Trevor Blackwell has spent the last week since Overdrive compiling a montage of The Nu Metal Master's "greatest hits". Some cheesy 80's Glamrock tune... the kind of music he always associated with Metalmania... started to play as a highlight reel showed on the screen... Matt Metal fighting for his life in the Elimination Chamber match back in CWF... Matt Metal rocking Kenny Lambardo with a Nu Metal in WWC... Matt Metal drilling Andy McHeyman with another Nu Metal in CWF... Yet another Nu Metal on Bryan A. Dyamond in WWC... Trevor Blackwell injuring Metal and putting him out in WWC, Unholy Alliance members and SINscum alike surrounding the ring. Trevor leans forward and rewinds that part, watching it a couple more times before fast forwarding to last week's Overdrive... watching Metal refuse that Singapore Cane... watching him refuse to beat Kristina and end the match... watching him leave like a coward. The Career Killer shakes his head in sheer disappointment as he thinks of the satisfying "THUD" that his Singapore Cane makes when it impacts Matt Metal's skull as he smiles again. The mentally unstable King of Hardcore strokes that same Cane as it lies in his lap.... caressing it like a pet cat.
The light turns on as the rest of Trevor's current crew enters the room. His little sister, "The Hardcore Princess" Kristina Blackwell... flanked by his long time friend, Kalayla "Fyre Angel" Mitchell... Trevor glances over his shoulder and Kristina stops dead in her tracks, knowing how unwise it is to interrupt her brother when he's in one of these moods... when he's studying one of his opponents. She also immediately realizes what this means as her big brother stands, Singapore Cane in hand. Kalayla steps in and hugs The Excellence of Extreme, smiling happily as he returns it but Kristina stands in the doorway, barring her brother's exit.*
Kristina: Where are you going?
*Trevor releases the Fyre Angel and brandishes his weapon, his ice blue eyes staring a hole through his little sister.*
Trevor: I'm going to go find Matt Metal somewhere in the halls and give him the beating of his life. I'm going to destroy everything that is Metalmania and force a new Matt Metal... the old Matt Metal... to rise from the ashes like a phoenix. You guys wanna help me go teach him a lesson and remind Metal who it is he's dealing with?
*Kristina sighs and shakes her head but that Blackwell temper boils out of her despite her best efforts to stay level headed.*
Kristina: You're such a fucking caveman, sometimes! Jesus, Trev, do you always have to think with your fucking Singapore Cane?! Look how quick you are to attack Matt Metal! Don't you think he's waiting for that?! Do you honestly think he's forgotten who he's dealing with?! Metal's known us for years! He knows exactly what to expect from The Blackwells... and Fyre Angel... We have a Six Person Tag Team Match tomorrow night against him and Hardcore Ice but you're already steamrolling past that to your Street Fight with him at Aftershock! Focus, Brother! Focus! Why the fuck are you taking this so personally? Why are you so obsessed with Metal? He's not even the World Champion!
*The Career Killer tries to shake his head and clear it. He tries to push past that hungry red rage that threatens to consume him. I guess there's a reason Kristina's always been the brains of this outfit... She's the only one who thinks with an unclouded mind at times. Maybe its because she doesn't smoke pot like Trevor does... His gaze never falters from Kristina's. The same ice blue eyes as his mirrored back at him.*
Trevor: I'm not worried about Hardcore Ice... Its Jason Royce for Christ's sake... I'm not underestimating him... I just know him... Him and The Hardcore Queer. I've been whooping Royce's ass since he was D2GAY in CWF... I won my first Xtreme Championship from him. The guy has never been able to beat me on his best day! Never. Not in any of the wrestling federations I've been in with him. CWF. IWC. WWC. TCW. And now APW. His name and his look may change but the song remains the same. He's always been a whiny little bitch who can never back up his mouth. And The Hardcore Kid is just more of the same. I admit, The Kid has improved since the last time I was in APW but he's still a shmuck. He wasn't in my league when I beat him within an inch of his life in my first match in APW. He wasn't in my league when he failed to get revenge on me for ending Vinnie HaRdCoRe's career. And he's still not in my league now. You and Kalayla are twice the performers they are. They just got lucky and bullshitted their way through keeping their titles. I'm sure you'll get them at the PPV... their luck will run out.
*The King of Hardcore starts to pace the locker room like a caged lion. Kalayla steps back towards the door and her reluctant tag team partner, Kristina... giving Trevor a wide berth.*
Trevor: As for Metal, Overdrive will just be a taste of what he's in for at Aftershock. That's what the point of this match is. This was President Jeff booking a preview... a teaser for the PPV. This is just our chance to showcase the fact that we're superior talent. The time of Matt Metal's recokoning has come. You have no idea how he disappointed me at Overdrive.
*The Hardcore Princess has to restrain herself from jumping for her brother's throat.*
Kristina: You gave him your Singapore Cane to beat me with!
*The Excellence of Extreme laughs and shakes his head.*
Trevor: That's just it, Kris! I knew he didn't have it in him to strike you down. It was like in Star Wars when the Emporer told Luke Skywalker to take his lightsaber and strike Darth Vader down so that he could take his father's place at his side. The Emprorer wasn't selling out Vader. He knew Luke didn't have it in him. He wanted to embarass him and throw it in Skywalker's face that he was lacking in the balls department.
*Kristina looks at her brother like he's lost his mind.*
Kristina: Star Wars... What the fuck are you talking about??? Have you been spending too much time with Sabur?
*The Career Killer laughs, the smile only making him look even more sinister.*
Trevor: No, you're missing the point. If Metal had actually tried to touch you, I would've given him a Full Throttle before the Cane even made contact. What I'm saying is that I knew he didn't have it in him. I was trying to prove a point and I think I succeeded. Matt Metal knew exactly what I was trying to say. He knew that I was exposing him to the APW Faithful as the fraud he really is. They cheer him and all he's showing them is a mask. Matt Metal is a shell of the man I knew back when I was leading The Future Shock in the Combat Wrestling Federation. He's a shadow of the dominant WWC World Heavyweight Champion and the leader of S.I.N. He's a joke compared to the vicious, brutal Matt Metal that would always find a way to win no matter what it took... by any means necessary. And I'm going to awaken that in him. The old Matt Metal is still there. He's just asleep... locked away in this pussy, watered down version that we'll be facing in the ring at Overdrive. Just like Triple H... Matt Metal isn't meant to be a babyface. He's meant to be a cutthroat motherfucker. And in that Street Fight at Aftershock... I'm going to beat it out of him... By any means necessary. It's what the real Matt Metal would want.
*Kristina smiles, wrapping an arm around her brother's neck as Kalayla watches them.*
Kristina: See? That's what I wanted to hear, Trev. Just wanted to make sure your head was in the game. And look at that... Now you don't have time to jump Metal... Your camera time is just about up.
*The Career Killer sighs and puts down his Singapore Cane.*
Trevor: I guess I'll just have to wait for my Aftershock promos... I'm gonna go smoke a bowl.
*The Hardcore Princess laughs as Trevor sits down and Kalayla takes a seat on his lap, packing the King's bowl for him.*
Kristina: See? You should listen to me more often, Brother.
*The camera fades out as Trevor Blackwell takes a deep hit of the sweet ganja.*
