Shopping With The Blackwells (Part Two)

[The Paragon of Hardcore]

*The camera comes in on The Hardcore Icon, "The Career Killer" Trevor Blackwell walking through the Sporting Goods store, talking with his longtime friend and rival. A man that he's swung his Singapore Cane at almost as many times as he's fought by his side. When last he saw him, this was the egomaniacal, arrogant, obnoxious "KaotiK" Kenny Lambardo... esq.... Now Sgt. Lambardo. The United States Marine Corps seemed to have changed him quite a bit... made him a bit more reserved... a bit more cold... but behind those eyes he could still see Kaos. Kenny smirked at him, almost reading his thoughts.*

Kenny: I still don't think we should recruit anyone new. You... me... Kristina... Fyre Angel... that's enough for now.

*Trevor shakes his head and pulls a solid oak Baseball Batt from a display next to him. He tosses it in his basket and turns to Lambardo.*

Trevor: He's young and he's hungry. I think I have a pretty good eye for spotting the future of this industry. I scouted you for Steve Beckett back in IWC, didn't I? And look how good that turned out...

*Trevor stops and turns around, seeing Kenny come back from an aisle behind them with chemicals and foam in his arms. He tosses the items in the basket and smirks at The Career Killer.*

Kenny: This stuff will make C4 Explosives... I learned it in the corps...

*Trevor's eyes light up as he pulls a length of Barbed Wire off the shelf*

Trevor: Could you wrap them around that Baseball Bat?

*Kenny smirks as he they wander into the Lumber section and Trevor tosses a 2"x4" piece of wood into the basket.*

Kenny: What're you, new? Of course I can... Is this really all for Overdrive?

*Trevor smiles turns towards the camera.*

Trevor: Razor Ryan said that I should bring more then just my Singapore Cane so I'm taking his advice. See, I feel bad for Ryan. He doesn't understand. Sure, he's a great wrestler. Sure, he's great at getting a pop just by saying two words. Sure, he's a charismatic son of a bitch but he has no place in this match with me. He doesn't understand Hardcore like I do. He doesn't deserve to win this tournament like I do. You weren't around in CWF, Kenny. You weren't there when I beat back challenger after challenger and dominated the Xtreme division for almost a year. Do you know how I lost that title? I was slammed through a titantron screen and then I freefell 30 ft to crash through a steel entrance stage. I wasn't pinned! I didn't tap out! I had a referee decide that I needed immediate intensive care and had the title STRIPPED from me...

*The two of them walk into the Stationary section as Trevor tosses a Staple Gun and a few boxes of ammunition into the basket.*

Trevor: Razor Ryan is an elite competitor and I'm sure he'll hold gold here in APW one day but Monday night is not his night. The APW Xtreme Championship doesn't mean the same thing to him as it does to me... To him its just another title... To me it means just as much as the World Heavyweight Championship. But Its nothing personal against Razor Ryan. It doesn't matter who I have to go through for that title... Razor Ryan... Gordon Shumway... Kristina... Hurricane Fucking Jeff... Razor's going to be just another statistic...

*He grabs a box of thumbtacks as a wicked grin spreads across his lips, tossing it into the basked next to a bottle of KrazyGlue.*

Trevor: I'm feeling kinda Arts-and-Craftsy...

*Kenny laughs, patting The Hardcore Icon on the shoulder.*

Kenny: That's you, Trev... One big fucked up Boy Scout...

*Trevor turns on Kenny, that faraway looking coming into his ice blue eyes.*

Trevor: This isn't a fucking joke to me, Kenny. This'll be our first strike. I'm going to give Razor Ryan an education in Hardcore at Overdrive. He's going to step into my world and he'll be carried out of it on a fucking stretcher. We'll make our impact at Overdrive and when all is said and done, come Carnage, I'm going to show John Green what a true fucking champion looks like...

*From out of a random aisle appear Trevor’s other two travelling companions, his sickeningly dangerous little sister and fellow challenger in the tournament this month, “The Hardcore Princess” Kristina Blackwell; next to her is the only other woman The Career Killer and The Ego Crusher would trust at their back, the insanely dangerous Fyre Angel… Both come carrying shopping bags and urging the guys towards the checkout counter.*

Fyre Angel: You boys done shopping yet?

*Trevor smiles and grabs two more boxes of staples.*

Trevor: Yeah, downtime’s over. Time to bring home some gold…

[fyreangel]

::Fyre Angel smiles a bit standing beside Kristina a shopping bag in each hand giving Trevor a sweet smile::

Trevor::looking at his sister and her companion almost afraid to ask:: Okay you two so how much damage did you both do?

::Fyre Angel smiles sweetly Holding up the two bags she had in hand::

Fyre angel:: not as much damage as Kristina's going to do to Gordon.

Kenny:: or trevor's going to do to Razor Ryan::Fyre angel smirks shaking her head

:: trevor laughs as the four make their way towards the checkout counter Kristina looking over at Fyre Angel::

Kristina:: you dont have a match yet do you?::she shakes her head::

Fyre Angel:: no not yet but thats okay really for right now I kinda want to be at ringside for your match , you know just to be there::Fyre Angel shrugs:: trevor adn kenny both pay for what they need as they head out the door Fyre looking over at Trevor then down at teh load of krazy glue wondering if she should even ask knowing waht she knew about trevor:: DO I even want to know why you bought Krazyglue. ::Trevor just gives her a smirk:: I'll take that as a I'm not going to even ask.


:: The four make their way throught the mall as a couple of guys, total jerks walk up to teh group eyeing Kristina first tehn Fyre Angel. leaving teh guys standing close in case something should happen::

Dickhead #1:: well well look at teh lovely ladies::kristina and fyre Angel both give each other the " here we go." look:: why dont you two lovely ladies ditch the losers adn come home with us?:: Kristina and Fyre shake their heads::

Fyre Angel::sorry even if I did have time for you you could handle me for fear of getting castrated the hard way. :: snickering was heard from trevor and Kenny:: besides fuck for brains, I'm teh last person you would want to be alone with for the simple fact that I just may slit your throat with my lil ole blade here reach into the wound and pull out your spinal chord and hang it on the wall as decoration.:: the guys eyes go wide as Kristina and Fyre Angel brush past the two guys still with bags in hand and trevor and Kenny beside them trevor looking over at Fyre Angel::

Trevor::hang their spinal cord as a decoration? ::She nods::

Fyre:: well I couldnt say use it as a dipstick for my ride seeing as how my suzki GSX-R isnt here yet.::trevor didnt know what else to say considering he knew how much of a smartass Fyre Angel truely was::