Post by Kristina Blackwell on Feb 2, 2008 14:32:14 GMT -4
* Marcus Styles cost the Blackwells their chance to take home the APW World Heavyweight Championship. This Monday at Overdrive, the Blackwells have the chance to finish Trevor’s goal of ending the career of Marcus “Stylez” Saxton. The story really starts getting interesting after Kristina interferes in the Fatal Four Way.*
*The camera zooms in on Razor Ryan grabbing Kristina by the strap of her tank top, shaking her, and screaming into her face*
Razor: What the FUCK do you think you are doing? This is NOT your match, Get your ass back into that locker room NOW!
*Before Krista can reply, Trevor crashes a foot away from her on the concrete floor, with Marcus Saxton following shortly after him, boots stomping on and around Trevor’s chest. Marcus smiles at Kristina and gives a little wave before grabbing her brother by the hair and tossing him over the steel guard rail into the crowd. All thoughts of Razor Ryan supplanted by concern for her brother and the title he is supposed to be winning, Kristina grabs an empty chair that used to hold a screaming fan, turns it sideways and shoves it into Marcus’s hurt knee as he is beating on Trevor. Marcus screams and crumbles to the ground cradling his re-injured knee as Kristina tries to imprint her boot soles on Marcus’s skull. Kristina grabs Trevor by the collar of his T-shirt and slaps him across the face with her other hand.*
Kristina: What are you doing?!? You have a title to win! Focus!
*Just then, the crowd explodes around them. Kristina and Trevor turn towards the ring to see John Green posing on top of the ladder, belt in his hand, and confetti falling all over the arena. Kristina and Trevor lock eyes, then turn to Marcus, and start stomping on him. Trevor grabs Marcus by the hair, and whips him into the guardrail. Trevor whips him back, throwing him at Kristina who jumps up and wraps her legs around Marcus’s neck, giving him a Hurricanrana into the chairs hastily vacated by the screaming fans. Marcus stands up, dazed, sees Trevor and Kristina, and goes to attack Trevor again when Arena Security grabs him by the chest and tries to hold him back. Trevor is swinging at the Guard trying to hold him back as another one stands in front of Kristina attempting to herd her back towards the locker room. More Arena Guards come, and drag Trevor to the locker room with Kristina screaming obscenities at Marcus, and the situation in general as she ducks around the guard in front of her. The head of Security grabs Kristina around the waist and throws her into a fireman’s carry over his shoulder as he heads back to the locker room.
Kristina, mostly powerless now, continues screaming obscenities, this time at the Guard who has her over his shoulders. He kicks the door open and throws her onto a couch. He takes several steps back as the door slams open again; three Guards rush in, throwing her brother into the room after her. The head of Security steps over Trevor’s prone body and motions the other guards out of the doorway. Pausing in the doorway, he turns and glares at Kristina and Trevor.*
Head of Security: You two really need to cool down.
*He walks out of the room, slamming the door shut behind him. Trevor gets up, and rushes towards the door, stops himself, and kicks it hard instead, fracturing it around the doorjamb, and leaving a large crack running up half the door.*
Trevor: THAT MOTHERFUCKER!!
*Trevor turns and punches the wall, leaving a large dent. Kristina sits up on the couch, and watches as Trevor begins to pace up and down the length of the room.*
Trevor: JOHN FUCKING GREEN! IF IT WASN’T FOR MARCUS WE WOULD BE TAKING HOME THE WORLD TITLE. INSTEAD THE ASSHOLE WHO GOT A LUCKY WIN OVER YOU IS CHAMPION??? THAT COCKSUCKER HAD NO FUCKING BUSSINESS INTERFERING IN MY MATCH.
Kristina: All because you tried to take him out before the match? You realize you brought this on yourself, right?
*Trevor gives her a dirty look and a smirk.*
Trevor: That’s besides the point. We’re not talking about me.
*Kristina leans back, rolls her eyes, and starts tossing a stiletto towards the ceiling. She catches it on the blade, and tosses it up again, almost absentmindedly as a tech crew member knocks quickly, and pokes his head in the door.*
Tech Crew Member: Sorry to interrupt, we’re leaving in an hour for Overdrive in Ottowa. The Card has been posted. Trevor, you have a match against Sabur, and Kristina, you’re facing Marcus “Stylez” Saxton. Marcus gets to have Amber in his corner, and Trevor gets to be in Kristina’s. See you guys at the show.
*As the tech crew member closes the door, Kristina catches the stiletto by the hilt, slips it into her boot, and stands up to face her brother, a wicked gleam in her eye, and a predatory smile on her lips.*
Kristina: This is the opportunity we have been waiting for. You will have no trouble beating Sabur in your match, and I will get to finish what we started, taking Marcus out of our way for good. I don’t want to get disqualified, so I’ll just work on hitting him in the knees every chance I get, then we can jump him after the match and end his career for good.
Trevor: What about Amber?
Kristina: What about her? She’s just some little Mexican Marcus picked up to hold his video camera, and to make sure he had a piece of ass wherever he went. She’s no threat to our plans.
*Trevor smiles mischievously*
Trevor: I could probably just throw her some dick and she’ll be out of the way. I know Marcus doesn’t have what it takes to keep a woman satisfied.
Kristina: I was thinking more along the lines of a Singapore cane to the back of her head.
Trevor: Whatever works.
Kristina: Lets get back to the hotel. We have to pack, and get directions to the next show’s arena.
*Trevor walks over to the lockers, and opens them. He grabs a Singapore cane, and keeps it in one hand while slinging the bag over the opposite shoulder. Kristina shrugs into a leather jacket, and swings the strap of her duffel bag over one shoulder before picking up her helmet. They walk out the door, and climb onto their Harleys taking off in a cloud of smoke and dirt back to the hotel.*
*The camera zooms in on Razor Ryan grabbing Kristina by the strap of her tank top, shaking her, and screaming into her face*
Razor: What the FUCK do you think you are doing? This is NOT your match, Get your ass back into that locker room NOW!
*Before Krista can reply, Trevor crashes a foot away from her on the concrete floor, with Marcus Saxton following shortly after him, boots stomping on and around Trevor’s chest. Marcus smiles at Kristina and gives a little wave before grabbing her brother by the hair and tossing him over the steel guard rail into the crowd. All thoughts of Razor Ryan supplanted by concern for her brother and the title he is supposed to be winning, Kristina grabs an empty chair that used to hold a screaming fan, turns it sideways and shoves it into Marcus’s hurt knee as he is beating on Trevor. Marcus screams and crumbles to the ground cradling his re-injured knee as Kristina tries to imprint her boot soles on Marcus’s skull. Kristina grabs Trevor by the collar of his T-shirt and slaps him across the face with her other hand.*
Kristina: What are you doing?!? You have a title to win! Focus!
*Just then, the crowd explodes around them. Kristina and Trevor turn towards the ring to see John Green posing on top of the ladder, belt in his hand, and confetti falling all over the arena. Kristina and Trevor lock eyes, then turn to Marcus, and start stomping on him. Trevor grabs Marcus by the hair, and whips him into the guardrail. Trevor whips him back, throwing him at Kristina who jumps up and wraps her legs around Marcus’s neck, giving him a Hurricanrana into the chairs hastily vacated by the screaming fans. Marcus stands up, dazed, sees Trevor and Kristina, and goes to attack Trevor again when Arena Security grabs him by the chest and tries to hold him back. Trevor is swinging at the Guard trying to hold him back as another one stands in front of Kristina attempting to herd her back towards the locker room. More Arena Guards come, and drag Trevor to the locker room with Kristina screaming obscenities at Marcus, and the situation in general as she ducks around the guard in front of her. The head of Security grabs Kristina around the waist and throws her into a fireman’s carry over his shoulder as he heads back to the locker room.
Kristina, mostly powerless now, continues screaming obscenities, this time at the Guard who has her over his shoulders. He kicks the door open and throws her onto a couch. He takes several steps back as the door slams open again; three Guards rush in, throwing her brother into the room after her. The head of Security steps over Trevor’s prone body and motions the other guards out of the doorway. Pausing in the doorway, he turns and glares at Kristina and Trevor.*
Head of Security: You two really need to cool down.
*He walks out of the room, slamming the door shut behind him. Trevor gets up, and rushes towards the door, stops himself, and kicks it hard instead, fracturing it around the doorjamb, and leaving a large crack running up half the door.*
Trevor: THAT MOTHERFUCKER!!
*Trevor turns and punches the wall, leaving a large dent. Kristina sits up on the couch, and watches as Trevor begins to pace up and down the length of the room.*
Trevor: JOHN FUCKING GREEN! IF IT WASN’T FOR MARCUS WE WOULD BE TAKING HOME THE WORLD TITLE. INSTEAD THE ASSHOLE WHO GOT A LUCKY WIN OVER YOU IS CHAMPION??? THAT COCKSUCKER HAD NO FUCKING BUSSINESS INTERFERING IN MY MATCH.
Kristina: All because you tried to take him out before the match? You realize you brought this on yourself, right?
*Trevor gives her a dirty look and a smirk.*
Trevor: That’s besides the point. We’re not talking about me.
*Kristina leans back, rolls her eyes, and starts tossing a stiletto towards the ceiling. She catches it on the blade, and tosses it up again, almost absentmindedly as a tech crew member knocks quickly, and pokes his head in the door.*
Tech Crew Member: Sorry to interrupt, we’re leaving in an hour for Overdrive in Ottowa. The Card has been posted. Trevor, you have a match against Sabur, and Kristina, you’re facing Marcus “Stylez” Saxton. Marcus gets to have Amber in his corner, and Trevor gets to be in Kristina’s. See you guys at the show.
*As the tech crew member closes the door, Kristina catches the stiletto by the hilt, slips it into her boot, and stands up to face her brother, a wicked gleam in her eye, and a predatory smile on her lips.*
Kristina: This is the opportunity we have been waiting for. You will have no trouble beating Sabur in your match, and I will get to finish what we started, taking Marcus out of our way for good. I don’t want to get disqualified, so I’ll just work on hitting him in the knees every chance I get, then we can jump him after the match and end his career for good.
Trevor: What about Amber?
Kristina: What about her? She’s just some little Mexican Marcus picked up to hold his video camera, and to make sure he had a piece of ass wherever he went. She’s no threat to our plans.
*Trevor smiles mischievously*
Trevor: I could probably just throw her some dick and she’ll be out of the way. I know Marcus doesn’t have what it takes to keep a woman satisfied.
Kristina: I was thinking more along the lines of a Singapore cane to the back of her head.
Trevor: Whatever works.
Kristina: Lets get back to the hotel. We have to pack, and get directions to the next show’s arena.
*Trevor walks over to the lockers, and opens them. He grabs a Singapore cane, and keeps it in one hand while slinging the bag over the opposite shoulder. Kristina shrugs into a leather jacket, and swings the strap of her duffel bag over one shoulder before picking up her helmet. They walk out the door, and climb onto their Harleys taking off in a cloud of smoke and dirt back to the hotel.*
