Post by The Submission Technician on May 11, 2008 19:57:43 GMT -4
Sunday, 05-11-08
The scene opens and we see Vin sitting in the locker room. The musty smell of old sweat and dank mold fills the air. Vin is deep in thought. The stone faced sentinel stares intently off into space while he ponders his up coming match. His concentration breaks momentarily so that he may glance down at his cell phone to check the time.
Vin: “Three hours left ‘till I gotta do my promo.
He sits back slow and pulls a pack of camel filters out of the pocket of his track pants. He draws in deep as if he was drawing the essence of life itself out of the cancer stick. He exhales an ominous cloud., and leans back as though all of his stress was relieved in that one act. His cell phone rings.
Vin: “Hello…..hey man what’s up?……..What?….that’s shit…..bullshit…..are you fucking serious?………..well you know what till president Jeff tells me that they can go fuck themselves…….I don’t give a fuck who this doctor thinks he is he can go fuck himself too……..yeah well like I said ‘till Jeff says not to I am still going to use it so fuck that………AWW like I care the move was designed to hurt people…………..I don’t fucking care……I’ll kick his fucking ass too…..well go talk to Jeff then and get back to me…..ok…..later.”
A look of intense frustration and anger quickly drops over the face of the submission technician he jumps to his feet and drops a left hook onto the open locker door banging it closed and reopening it with a clang. He walks over to his duffel bag and pulls a sandwich bag out of the side pocket. The unmistakable aroma of fresh hydroponically grown cannabis seeps from the plastic bag. He grabs his grinder and a bud of the sticky plant. A pack of ZigZags and a lighter later and he begins his journey into forced relaxation.
His eyes grow heavy on the first exhale and he suddenly comes to the realization that he did not pay nearly enough for this batch. The second and third come more and more slowly until his eye lids can barely hold themselves open.
He blinks, and as his eyes open the sudden understanding that far more time has passed than he originally thought. He looks fast at his phone.
Vin: “Fuck, I gotta get to the fucking ring in 20 minutes. Shit.”
He blows out of the locker room like a shot from a gun. He barrels down hallways and shoots through corridors with the recklessness of Trevor’s parents that fateful booze filled night in the back seat of a ‘56 Chevy heralding his conception. The monster machine beckons his as he flies past. A quick pit stop for some recharging, and he is off again. He arrives at the entrance to the ring area with one minute to spare.
The lights go black in the arena; as the opening monolog of his entrance starts, the music drops, and multiple white illumination pyrotechnic strobes fire off to the first measure of beats. The second monolog starts as a lone spotlight shines down on VIN who starts breaking several glow sticks attached to strings and securing them around his neck, wrists, and ankles. Upon the second beat drop the light goes out and you see VIN “rave” his way down the ramp toward the ring. Multi colored swirls make there way to the ring. He climbs to the top turn buckle and the glow sticks create an open five-point position, holds it for a second and does a crucifix summersault with a 900 corkscrew, and lands in a break dance split as the lights turn back on, the music cuts and the ring posts explode with blue pyrotechnics.
Vin grabs a microphone from ring side and struts to the center of the ring with all the swagger of a sailor that has been to sea for a little to long.
Vin: “HELLO Raleigh, North Carolina!!!!”
The crowd roars with excitement.
Harvey: “It looks like this capacity crowd here to night really wanting to hear about the match this week.
Chase: “Well don’t you?”
Vin: “I just want to start by saying that it feel real good to be back in the great U.S.A.”
The crowd scream in agreement.
Vin: “This week at overdrive, all of you APW faithful finally get to see me in a real match.” “I have been waiting for a chance to prove to all of the faithful that I belong here.” “Until recently I thought that I would forever be stuck in the dark matches with the likes of Seth Storm, Iceman, and THK. Thanks to all of you however I had been granted my shot by the ever intelligent management of this fed.”
Vin: “With that said, I would like to turn my attention to my opponent this week.”
The crowd claps.
Vin: “None other than the Hardcore ledged himself Trevor Blackwell!”
The fans explode with cheers.
Harvey: I’m not sure if they are cheering for his shot at the hardcore great, or for the great one himself.”
Chase: “You have to be kidding me. You really just can’t help the stupidity can you?”
Vin: “I have to level with all of you. I was planning on coming out here and talking a lot of shit about how I was going to beat him bloody, but you know what I can’t front.” “Trevor is a great wrestler, one of the best in the game today.” “He has accomplished almost everything that there is to achieve in this business.” “No one can argue that.”
Vin: “Trevor, I have to say I have been following your career since I was young, and I have rooted for you in almost every match that you have ever had.” “No body puts their body through what you have. Not one single person in this fed or any other truly puts themselves out there like you do simply for the betterment of the show.”
The crowd claps for his humility.
Harvey: “You know this is nice to see, the younger generation paying homage to those who came before them.”
Chase: “I tend to agree with you for once. He does seem to be laying it on thick though.
Vin: “But remember one thing Trevor, just because I am a fan of yours does not mean that I am not coming out here to damage you. A win like this would do more for my career than anything else right now.”
The crowd boo’s at the thought of their beloved Trevor getting injured.
Vin: “I realize that the only way to beat you is to come out here, lock you in the Crucible and break you in half.”
With that The corporate music of the APW hits and we see a man in a suit walking down to the ring. He is carrying a microphone and a clipboard.
Vin: “Who the fuck are you, and why the hell are you interrupting my promo asshole.?”
Strange man: “My name is Dr. James Youngblood.”
Vin: “So?”
Dr.: “I have come down here to see to it that you are not allowed to execute a very dangerous move. You call it the Crucible. That move and all of its variations must be banned from this point forward.”
Harvey: “Unbelievable
Chase: “Wow that’s messed up.”
Vin: “You have about three fucking seconds to get the fuck out of here with that shit before I kick your lily ass all over this ring.”
Harvey: “Vin seems pissed.”
Chase: “You really are the John Madden of wrestling.”
Harvey: “What?”
Suddenly and with out warning President Jeff’s music drops and he proceeds to make his way to the ring in his usual I own all this shit manner.
The crowd cheers wondering what is coming next.
Jeff: “Ok, Ok, Ok, what seems to be the problem with this move?”
Dr.: “Its simple, if you will look to the titantron I have prepared a demonstration.”
The titantron turns to a computer generated animation of the human body.
Dr.: “As we can plainly see, the pressure that this move puts on the shoulders is tremendous. The initial application of the hold is not necessarily dangerous. The shoulders are placed at a 45 degree angle and this is safe, all be it uncomfortable. The danger comes as more pressure is placed trying to keep the hold on while the opponent is struggling. This demonstration clearly shows how the scapulas are hyper extended during this move. It is a 65 degrees that the shoulder dislocates, 70 degrees and ligaments start to rip, 75 degrees the scapulas touch the spinal column, and articulation of 80 degree’s or more can result in damage to vertebrae. Any further pressure and the scapulas can completely separate. In extreme cases they can sever the spinal cord itself resulting in full paralysis. So you see the move is simply to dangerous to allow.”
Chase: “This does not bode well for Vin, that is his signature move. A bad ruling on this could severely impact his career.”
Harvey: “I say let him do it, I mean come on this is APW, not the league for extraordinary pansies.”
Jeff: “You know that safety is by far and away my biggest concern for my wrestlers, however I hate to tell one of my athletes that one of their signatures can not be used. So to remedy this I have an idea.”
Jeff reaches into the lapel of his suit jacket and retrieves paper.
Jeff: “So Trevor, how would you feel about signing a waiver? If you really are the hardest man in the business then this shouldn’t matter. So here it is come and get it.”
The crowd waits with breathless anticipation to see if their hardcore hero will answer the call.
Harvey: “A bold move by President Jeff, but I’m not sure it’s a good one, I mean this move looks like it could end someone’s career.” “And with the viciousness and tenacity that Vin has displayed thus far it could get ugly.”
Chase: “Its already ugly, now it could just get fatal.”
Jeff: “So what’s it going to be Trevor?”
Vin: “Trevor, I spoke earlier about how much I respected you and your career, please don’t make me regret those words. Now be a man and get down here and do this.” “You have ask repeatedly if you entertain us. Well right now we are not amused. So get down here and look into the eyes of your future and sign the damn paper.”
The entire arena goes deafeningly silent as all in attendance wait with baited breath to hear weather or not Trevor will respond.
And APW goes to break.
