Post by The Paragon of Hardcore on Feb 28, 2008 23:20:24 GMT -4
CUT!!!
Why the fuck did I let Kenny and Spade sucker me into doing this?
*The ice blue eyes of The First Ever APW Xtreme Heayvweight Champion flash with rage as he hears the giggles. The Excellence of Extreme. The Hardcore Icon. "The Career Killer" Trevor Blackwell looks up through the jet black hair that has fallen into his face at the source of the stifled giggles that he hears echoing through the small sound studio backstage at The Barre Auditorium in Barre, Vermont... site of this week's APW Monday Night Overdrive. The motherfuckers responsible for his humiliation and frustration right now... Most likely the next APW World Heavyweight Champion, "The Ego Crusher" Sgt. Kenny Lambardo... New Sex and Violence Manager and old commentator for Insane Wrestling Championships, Jack Spade... "The Hardcore Princess" Kristina Blackwell, a large bandage covering her forehead from where he himself was responsible for nearly cracking open her skull... The man who followed in his older brother's footsteps and Killed Marcus "Stylez" Saxton's career, "The Xtremist" Tony Blackwell... The Insane Luchadore who lusts after the blood of Razor Ryan and Devon Cash, The Sinfully Dangerous Fyre Angel... This is all their fault...*
*The words of Kenny Lambardo echo across his mind for a second... "I'm getting great publicity for my Endorsement Deal with Monster Energy Drinks... You should do an Endorsement Deal too... Do you know that there's an Energy Drink out there named after you Finishing Move?"... Who the fuck would want The Hardcore Icon for their Spokesman... Endorsement Deals are for NBA Basketball Players and Role Models...*
*All you have to do is look at some of the scars covering this man's body from years of Hardcore Wars... look at the fresher scars on his body from Carnage... look at the stitches underneath the bandage on his forehead... look at the stitches holding together his shredded throat... look at the huge gash in the back of his skull... you should see the burns on his back underneath his Sex and Violence T-Shirt... they're from when his clothes melted to his flesh and started to cook him when he performed a Full Throttle off a balcony in the Verizon Wireless Center with a girl that he loves with all his heart locked in his arms... from when they crashed through a table that was set on fire by his own stablemate... the heat of the blue chemically fueled flams... look at the Carnage he inflicted on his own little sister... a 19 yr old girl who proved herself to be the most Extreme Fucking Chick On The Planet in a Hardcore In Hell Death Match this past Sunday... Just look at Carnage... Trevor Blackwell is anything but a Role Model. I dare you to find me one parent who watched that match and said, "That's what I want my son to be when he grows up!"... He'll give you a title shot if you can...*
*A full throated laugh from Fyre Angel jolts The Career Killer back to reality... He glances over and sees Fyre Angel playfully punching his little brother, Tony in the arm. There's a Battle Royal and a match against John Green to prepare for and they're playing while he mugs for the camera. The Hardcore Icon glares a hole into the Director. He speaks through gritted teeth.*
Trevor: I'm not doing another take...
*The Director... Some skinny little college kid that's never seen the world... He has no clue what this world is really like... And he's giving "The Career Killer" Trevor Blackwell orders...*
Director: C'mon, Champ... One more... Do it with feeling this time...
*The Excellence of Extreme shudders... He's never been one for acting... The APW Brass says he doesn't do enough trash talking in his promos... Entire wrestling federations banned him because they said he was too violent and didn't like The Blackwells attacking people in their promos... Fucking pussies couldn't handle Sex and Violence... He takes a deep breath and thinks about the blunt he's going to smoke when he gets back to his locker room... The Career Killer looks up at his little sister, "The Hardcore Princess" Kristina Blackwell... His APW Xtreme Heavyweight Championship Belt over her shoulder... Its just a garbage can lid tied together with cord but they almost killed each other over it... The Hardcore Princess's smile as she watches her older brother barely hides the bitterness she feels about coming in second place in that competition... Trevor looks back to the camera as the Director points to him... He takes a deep breath and speaks in a deadpan delivery that would make Lance Storm look like Jim Carrey*
Trevor: I am The Excellence of Extreme... The Hardcore Icon... The Career Killer Trevor Blackwell and I drink Full Throttle.
CUT!!!
*Sex and Violence break into laughter again as Trevor Blackwell's choked up on his Singapore Cane like Ken Griffey Jr. looking for a homer. He looks up at the Director... his ice blue eyes like drowning pools*
Director: What the fuck is going on??? You're Trevor Blackwell! You're a million times better then this in your promos for Overdrive! Where is the passion?! Where is the rage of "The Career Killer" Trevor Blackwell?!
*And in the world of Trevor Blackwell that translated into: “Please swat me with your Singapore Cane, Mr. Blackwell”. Trevor was only too happy to oblige. His Singapore Cane lashes out almost on it's own, an extension of his will. It comes across the side of the Director's face with such force it knocks him off his feet and into the cameraman, sending them both sprawling. Sgt. Kenny Lambardo hits the floor, doubled over and holding his stomach with laughter. The Xtremist puts his hand on his brother's shoulder, his face red with drunken laughter as The Career Killer looms over two fallen men who have probably never been in a fight before... Shouldn't he feel like a bully?*
Tony: I don't think President Jeff is going to like this, Yogi...
*The camera fades out on Sex and Violence heading to their locker room, huddled around each other like family. Trevor's voice drifting off.*
Trevor: Think he got that in one take?
*The scene comes back to one of Emrys's custom Sex and Violence Camera Feeds... The Hardcore Icon sits alone in his locker room with a lit welding torch in his hand. He has a mask down over his face, sparks flying as the superheated flame meets the steel plate that Trevor is using to reinforce the garbage can lid that serves as his new title belt. The Superhero said that he wanted it to be a weapon... The Career Killer is just adding his own Hardcore touches. He takes off the mask and turns the belt over in his lap, the spraypainted words now studded with glittering silver thumbtacks. They seem melted straight through the aluminum trash can lid and into the steel plate. Trevor Blackwell reaches down next to the camera and pulls out a strand of Barbed Wire. He starts to wrap the belt, adding the final touches.*
Trevor: So here I am. The very first APW Xtreme Heavyweight Champion. After a month of waiting... finally Action Packed Wrestling has a Champion it can be proud of. How does that make you feel, John Green? You had the main event of Carnage in a Hell In A Cell against Vinnie HaRdCoRe and the name on everybody's lips is "The Career Killer" Trevor Blackwell. Undefeated. You do realize that the only reason that you even have the APW World Heavyweight Championship is because Marcus "Stylez" Saxton handed it to you. He kept me from stopping you from reaching that belt. But don't worry. Marcus got exactly what he had coming to him. Sex and Violence beat him from Canada into the United States with Tony finally ending his career at Carnage. You earned a couple of marks of respect at Carnage. You became a little less Greeen. We're actually rather a bit alike there, John. At Carnage we both experienced our own personal Hells. Mine was against my own family in a Death Match. Yours was against a Hardcore Giant inside a Cell. And we both walked out Champions. But I fucking guarantee it'll be a lot easier to take your belt then it will be to take mine.
*The Hardcore Icon ties off the Barbed Wire, hoisting the new APW Xtreme Heavyweight Championship belt onto his shoulder. He uses his newly freed hands to pick up a glass pipe and take a hit of Hydro. He passes it off camera to Emrys and exhales a huge cloud of white smoke.*
Trevor: I'm happy that everyone in Sex and Violence are in this Battle Royal except for me. I've been a World Champion before, Green. Sgt. Kenny Lambardo will take care of you. I have my Heayvweight Championship. To me, this is the real World Title.
*Emrys hands him back the bowl and Trevor Blackwell pauses to take another deep hit, letting it out in a long stream of smoke from his nose like a dragon.*
Trevor: You're just a little boy, Green. A little boy in an adult's game. I watch you every week, parading around with that belt like you earned it. I understand, John. I was a young once too. I walked into a place called The Combat Wrestling Federation and proclaimed myself the Future of this industry. My mouth was bigger then my muscles and men like D2K and Rush and Edge forced me to become a man. Just like men like myself and Vinnie HaRdCoRe will force you to grow up. And then I moved on to World Wrestling Competition and led an Unholy Alliance that pushed me straight into being World Heavyweight Champion. Men like Hurricane Jeff and Kenny Lambardo and Twister and Damian Darko made this man into a Legend. And now I stand here before you, The APW Xtreme Heavyweight Champion as a Hardcore God. See, people are lining up.... The entire roster is getting together into a Battle Royal this week on Overdrive. They're all fighting for the right to be the one to dethrone you from the top of APW. They all want to show that you're a weak champion and that they're better then you....
*The Hardcore Icon hits the bowl again and passes it back to Emrys off camera again. He blows the smoke straight up in a stream before pulling his belt down off his shoulder to look at it again.*
Trevor: How many people do you see begging to take a shot at me? You saw that Hardcore In Hell match. Love us or hate us... you have to give The Blackwells all the respect in the world for the performance that we put on. So bring your Head Splitters. Bring your World Titles. Bring your Retribution. We'll see which one of us is the true Killer...
*The camera fades out on The Career Killer telling Emrys that its his turn to pack the bowl.*
