Post by The Paragon of Hardcore on Jan 5, 2009 11:47:13 GMT -4
*APW Superstars truly do get around. Just last week, at Christmas Chaos, they wowed the Professional Wrestling World with one of the greastest Sports Entertainment Pay Per Views of this almost finished decade live from The Nassau Collesium in Uniondale, Long Island, New York. Now this week for Monday Night Overdrive, they've travelled hundreds of miles to Prince Edward Island in Canada... But now we take another short flight back to New York. Another small town in Long Island... A little known suburb called Lake Grove... Our story takes place in what was once known as The Sports Plus Event Center... Once home to Insane Wrestling Champions (for those of you with long memories)... Now it is simply referred to as The Blackwell Academy... The training ground for the next generation of Hardcore Icons...
The pirated video feed of The Blackwells' Personal Cameraman, Emrys statics into life to show the interior of this "House of Horrors". It is nothing more then a small arena that could hold a ring and no more then 500 fans. Once these walls echoed with the screams of agony from competitors such as Hurricane Jeff, Twister, Glove Guy, Matt Cail, Kaos, Corporate Victim, and Reaper... now the screams belong to one lone voice.
The ring is still there but crowded around it are not hundreds of IWC Faithful... now there are only a couple dozen young men and women who hope to someday be the Superstars of tomorrrow. Their trainers... Glove Guy... Fallen Angel... David Xavier Christensen... Fyre Angel... they stand at ringside amongst their students, wincing in the pain that they vicariously feel from the roars of rage and agony issued forth from that aforementioned lone voice. Everything moral and decent inside them screams that they should stop this... but they fear the consequences that interfering might mean...
The voice belongs to Tabitha Crowley. She's laying on her stomach, kicking her feet in frustration as she tries desperately to figure a way out of one of her own holds. You see, this is all her own fault. She agreed to train with the man on her back who's got her own arms twisted across her face and throat, cutting off her quickly dwindling supply of precious oxygen. That man on her back is her own boyfriend and partner in atrocity, "The Career Killer" Trevor Blackwell. A maniacal grin spreads across his lips like a plague as he rears back, cranking on he pressure with Tabitha Crowley's own Anaconda Crossface. She taught him this move. She agreed, of her own free will I might add, to come down to this arena with no heat. Not that they can't afford the power bill. Trevor's trainers just believe that working out in the freezing cold makes their students stronger. She agreed to come down here and work out with Trevor... agreed to teach him a few new submission holds that she picked up from the hard hitting wrestlers in Japan... agreed to help prepare him for his Steel Cage Submission Match against Link this Monday at Overdrive... and now as her breath crystalizes in front of her, she wonders if this was the smartest idea.
For his part, despite the cold, Trevor Blackwell tries to blink the sweat that drips down his forehead away from his ice blue eyes. Those eyes show no remorse... He stretches and cranks away at Tabitha like she ISN'T the woman that he loves... like she ISN'T his partner. That's because he doesn't see Tabitha Crowley right now. He isn't stretching her really. He's fighting all of the personal demons that haunt him. In his mind he's twisting that asshole President Jeff, the man who's done everything in his power to fuck our hero over since day one. He's trying to break Kenny Lambardo, the man he couldn't defeat for the World Heavyweight Title no matter how hard he tried. He cranking away at Sabur, the monster he trained that has somehow passed him by. He's destroying Link... but we'll get to that a little later.
Finally Tabitha Crowley has had enough. Her instincts kick in. Its not in her to tap so in desperation strength, she gets her knees up under her, lifting the much larger and heavier Trevor Blackwell up onto her back and tumbles into a forward roll to the cheers of their assembled audience. She takes her man with her and the Excellence of Extreme is forced to release the hold. Seizing her opportunity... forgetting for a moment that this is a mere training exercise... wanting to make Trevor experience some of the pain that he just put her through, she spins him onto his stomach and cinches up his legs into a painful Gorilla Hold. The leverage that this move gives her makes their weight difference inconsequential. His entire lower body is lifted into the air as his face twists into agony... those ice blue eyes vacant and distant... as his survival instincts kick in and he reaches desperately for the ropes. Tabitha Crowley lets out a gutteral roar that could only be described as a battle cry as she steps back into the middle of the ring, the assembled students holding their collective breaths.
But this is an opportunity to witness The King of Hardcore's greatest strength. Its not the ability to wield a Singapore Cane with deadly accuracy. Its not the ability to lead armies of like minded warriors into battle after bloody battle. Its not the ability to draw on the strength of the crowd to fuel an almost inhuman adrenaline rush. Its not even his ability to bounce back after sick bumps that defy number. "The Career Killer" Trevor Blackwell's greatest strength is really his ability to only truly think clearly when he's being put through torture and pain that would break most mortal men. He uses this uncanny ability now to push up on his hands and twist in mid air. He wrenches one leg free and kicks his love hard in the face... without remorse or pity... making his students and trainers cry out in sympathy pain. After three solid kicks... his steel toed shitkicker connecting solidly with Tabitha Crowley's jaw... he finally sets the woman off her guard... off her balance. Its not much, but it buys him enough time to throw his weight up into he air and wrap that free leg around the back of her neck. Ms. Crowley cries out in shock and surprise as he uses this opportunity to grab her arm and yank down, wrapping his now free other leg around her neck as well and dropping all of his weight down, cranking back once again with a vicious Triangle Choke.
Tabitha Crowley flails around and squirms, silently searching for a way out but she honestly has nowhere to go. Still... as mentioned earlier... submitting just isn't in the woman's programming. Her desperate attempts at escape eventually cease as she slips away into unconsciousness. Trevor Blackwell untangles himself and stands, slightly out of breath as the assembled shower him with nervous applause. Fallen Angel and Glove Guy slide into the ring to help wake the limp Tabitha Crowley and assist her to her feet but she quickly comes to and pushes them off. She stalks over to Trevor, seemingly ready for round two but merely hugs him and gives him a passionate kiss... her voice a whisper that is meant for only his ears.*
Tabitha: Great job, Lover...
*The crowd below them at ringside parts like the Red Sea before Moses as APW's most powerful couple hops down out of the ring and makes their way toward the locker rooms in the back. The ring is quickly filled again in their wake as Glove Guy and DXC start putting their students through relentless drills.
As Trevor Blackwell and Tabitha Crowley walk the halls in silence, still kinda catching their breaths, their hands intertwined, Emrys catches up to them. The camera shakes a bit and Emrys's knees weaken as those cold ice blue eyes fall upon him.*
Emrys: Um... I...
*Trevor's lips curl into a sadistic smile and his eyes sparkle with malicious intent as Tabitha quietly lays her head on his chest.*
Trevor: Let me guess... You want a few words from me regarding Link and our Submission Cage Match at Overdrive...
*The camera moves up and down with a bit of a shake as Emrys nods his head in agreement.*
Trevor: Well, luckily for you, I have quite a bit to say. Link... How's that Overdrive Title run going, Buddy?
*Tabitha Crowley turns her face into The Career Killer's chest to stifle a wave of psychotic giggles that she just couldn't contain. The Hardcore Icon takes no notice and continues.*
Trevor: Oh, wait, that's right... We ended that for you, didn't we? Tabitha and I just couldn't help ourselves. Did you wonder why we did that? It wasn't even really that we wanted to put the title on Arcadia. I mean, the fact that Tabitha's match with her at Christmas Chaos became a title shot was just a cool bonus. This right now isn't about championships and glory for once. This is just because we hate you. We fucking hate you, Link. And I don't just mean me and Tabitha. We all hate you. Everyone. All of the boys and girls in the back hate you. President Jeff hates you. The APW Faithful hate you. Hell, I do believe your own family hates you. How was your Christmas, Link?
*Tabitha scowls at the camera for a moment and she draws her Bowie Knife and starts fingering the blade at the memory of Link depicting her as a dog in his last promo.*
Trevor: You're a joke, Link and we all hate you. Why? Because of the way you run your mouth. I don't just mean its because you run your mouth too much. Shit, everyone around here runs their mouths, Link. Its because you run your mouth and run your mouth and run your mouth and never actually say anything of value. All I ever hear out of you is jealousy. Jealousy of President Jeff because he's 10 times the superstar you could ever hope to be. Do you wonder why you haven't had your big match with him yet? Its because he knows that squashing you wouldn't do anything for his PPV buy rates. Jealousy of Level One because he came here from that other fed after you did and already he's surpassed you. Jealousy of me because I've accomplished more in my career then even your wildest dreams could fathom. "The Ratings Killer"? I'm a far bigger draw then you've ever been. You couldn't draw flies with garbage in your pockets. Jealousy of Tabitha because she's more attractive then any woman you've ever slept with in your life. Why do you call her such a slut and a whore? Who has she slept with in APW besides me? You just say those things because you're not original enough to come up with any other insults. Its all just bullshit, Link.
*A slow smile spreads across his lips as he takes a deep breath and builds up to a full head of steam.*
Trevor: You don't even have anything to back any of this shit up with either, Link. What have you accomplished here in APW? Who have you beaten? You fucked up your chance in the Elimination Chamber. You've lost to Level One in match after match no matter how many opportunities Jeff has given you. What's your one claim to fame? Beating Arcadia for the Overdrive Title when she was at much less then 100%? You proved you didn't have what it took to defeat her in your rematch when she was on her game. And don't bother saying that it was only because of me and Tabitha's interference. Its not like Arcadia didn't have the match won when we got there. We were just adding insult to injury... and maybe a little more injury too...
*Tabitha smiles at that and starts twirling her Bowie Knife between her fingers.*
Trevor: You're just another in a long tradition of Jeff's attempts at appeasing me after screwing me out of a big PPV match. If you look at my history in the various wrestling federations that he runs... this is what the boss does. He throws me a piece of meat, so to speak as a way of keeping me around after he screws me. You're just another in a long list of jobbers like The Hardcore Kid and Dita Von Amora. He throws me someone to destroy to get my agression and rage at being fucked over by him yet again out in a constructive way. But this time is slightly different. This time I can't tell you to blame President Jeff. This time I can't honestly say that he's the one you should be angry at... Why?
*Emrys zooms the camera in to focus on The Career Killer's flashing ice blue eyes.*
Trevor: Because I asked Jeff for this one. I asked him to give me Link in a Submission Cage Match as the first match of 2009. I even said that if I walked out of Christmas Chaos with the APW World Heavyweight Championship, you could be my very first title defense. I wanted this. Not because I wanted to finally shut your mouth for you. On the contrary, I want to open it wider. I want to give you a voice that the APW Faithful would actually be interested in listening to. I want to make you utter something entertaining for once. I want them to hear you scream and cry and beg for mercy. I want you and everyone else to know that the only reason you walked out of that cage with your life is because I found some tiny shred of mercy in my dark heart and decided to finally let you go free. And that my friend, will make all the difference. See, I don't care about the victory this time. I don't care who's name goes down in the record books as the winner. I just want to drive you from MY fed. I want you gone. I want to kill your career just like I did for much more talented men then you like Mick... and Marcus "Stylez" Saxton... and Vinnie HaRdCoRe... and Matt Metal and... Sabur...
*Tabitha Crowley suddenly pulls away from Trevor and elbows him sharply in the ribs, favoring him with a glare that would send lesser men running. The Excellence of Extreme laughs and covers his mouth.*
Trevor: Shit... I wasn't supposed to say that... we haven't done that one yet...
*He makes an attempt at flashing a disarmingly charming smile but it just ends up making him look more intimidating and insane.*
Trevor: Forget I said that! Strike that one from the record...
*Tabitha just shakes her head and looks up at Trevor, still hoping that he's not a lost cause.*
Tabitha: Are you done ranting yet?
*The King of Hardcore sighs and looks down.*
Trevor: Yeah, I guess I don't have any more breath to waste on Link... I'll let my actions on Monday speak the rest for me.
*Tabitha smirks, trying her best to hold back another spree of insane giggles.*
Tabitha: Good, I gotta mention something to you before we go back to the locker room though... You know I have a Six Man Tag Match with Jason Royce and Carl Cage on Monday, right?
*Trevor looks at her like he has no clue what she's talking about.*
Tabitha: Against Michael Lively, Twister, and Arcadia...
*He still just stares at her blankly.*
Tabitha: Anyway... get this one... Jason Royce and Carl Cage are asking me to join them...
*Trevor suddenly stops dead in his tracks, his girl's words suddenly penetrating the bong resin coating his brain.*
Trevor: Join them?! In what? A threesome? I swear to god, if anyone is getting a threesome around here, its me!
*Ms. Crowley slaps herself in the forehead out of frustration as a way to keep her from slapping her man in the back of the head.*
Tabitha: No... They want me to join Pure Innovation...
*The Hardcore Icon looks at his girl like she has three heads... he contemplates whether that would make her look even sexier.*
Trevor: What the fuck is Pure Innovation?!
*Tabitha just sighs... wondering if he can really be this dense.*
Tabitha: Pure Innovation... Jason Royce and Carl Cage... the team they've been rambling on about for weeks... is any of this ringing a bell?
*Suddenly a light bulb goes on over The Career Killer's head as a slow smile creeps across his lips once again.*
Trevor: Yes! You should join Pure Innovation. And you should tell them that I want to join too!
*Tabitha looks away as if she hasn't really heard him.*
Tabitha: I know... that's what I was saying... how could they really expect me to be interested in... wait... what did you say?
*Trevor's smile doesn't falter.*
Trevor: We should join Pure Innovation!
*Ms. Crowley suddenly looks shocked and scared.*
Tabitha: What are you, sober?
*She frantically reaches into The King of Hardcore's leather jacket and produces a large blunt, sticking it between his lips and lighting it for him. The end flares bright red as he instinctively takes a long hit.*
Tabitha: You can't be thinking straight... how long has it been since you smoked?
*Trevor laughs as he takes the blunt away and exhales a huge cloud that envelopes both of their heads.*
Trevor: Actually... it has been a while... I haven't smoked in hours... But I'm still serious... think of it... Jason Royce is one of the hardest working men in the business. He just doesn't have the focus to ever get noticed. And Carl Cage... Carl Cage is a fucking monster. Mark my words... He WILL BE World Champion one day... if he has the right guidance.
*Tabitha looks down as she takes the blunt, thinking now.*
Trevor: Imagine the brutality that you would bring to the group. Imagine the experience and name recognition that I would bring. We could make new stars and have backup at the same time. This could be huge...
*They wander down the hall with Trevor's arm around Tabitha's shoulders, leaving a trail of smoke in their wake.*
Trevor: Think of the possibilities...
The pirated video feed of The Blackwells' Personal Cameraman, Emrys statics into life to show the interior of this "House of Horrors". It is nothing more then a small arena that could hold a ring and no more then 500 fans. Once these walls echoed with the screams of agony from competitors such as Hurricane Jeff, Twister, Glove Guy, Matt Cail, Kaos, Corporate Victim, and Reaper... now the screams belong to one lone voice.
The ring is still there but crowded around it are not hundreds of IWC Faithful... now there are only a couple dozen young men and women who hope to someday be the Superstars of tomorrrow. Their trainers... Glove Guy... Fallen Angel... David Xavier Christensen... Fyre Angel... they stand at ringside amongst their students, wincing in the pain that they vicariously feel from the roars of rage and agony issued forth from that aforementioned lone voice. Everything moral and decent inside them screams that they should stop this... but they fear the consequences that interfering might mean...
The voice belongs to Tabitha Crowley. She's laying on her stomach, kicking her feet in frustration as she tries desperately to figure a way out of one of her own holds. You see, this is all her own fault. She agreed to train with the man on her back who's got her own arms twisted across her face and throat, cutting off her quickly dwindling supply of precious oxygen. That man on her back is her own boyfriend and partner in atrocity, "The Career Killer" Trevor Blackwell. A maniacal grin spreads across his lips like a plague as he rears back, cranking on he pressure with Tabitha Crowley's own Anaconda Crossface. She taught him this move. She agreed, of her own free will I might add, to come down to this arena with no heat. Not that they can't afford the power bill. Trevor's trainers just believe that working out in the freezing cold makes their students stronger. She agreed to come down here and work out with Trevor... agreed to teach him a few new submission holds that she picked up from the hard hitting wrestlers in Japan... agreed to help prepare him for his Steel Cage Submission Match against Link this Monday at Overdrive... and now as her breath crystalizes in front of her, she wonders if this was the smartest idea.
For his part, despite the cold, Trevor Blackwell tries to blink the sweat that drips down his forehead away from his ice blue eyes. Those eyes show no remorse... He stretches and cranks away at Tabitha like she ISN'T the woman that he loves... like she ISN'T his partner. That's because he doesn't see Tabitha Crowley right now. He isn't stretching her really. He's fighting all of the personal demons that haunt him. In his mind he's twisting that asshole President Jeff, the man who's done everything in his power to fuck our hero over since day one. He's trying to break Kenny Lambardo, the man he couldn't defeat for the World Heavyweight Title no matter how hard he tried. He cranking away at Sabur, the monster he trained that has somehow passed him by. He's destroying Link... but we'll get to that a little later.
Finally Tabitha Crowley has had enough. Her instincts kick in. Its not in her to tap so in desperation strength, she gets her knees up under her, lifting the much larger and heavier Trevor Blackwell up onto her back and tumbles into a forward roll to the cheers of their assembled audience. She takes her man with her and the Excellence of Extreme is forced to release the hold. Seizing her opportunity... forgetting for a moment that this is a mere training exercise... wanting to make Trevor experience some of the pain that he just put her through, she spins him onto his stomach and cinches up his legs into a painful Gorilla Hold. The leverage that this move gives her makes their weight difference inconsequential. His entire lower body is lifted into the air as his face twists into agony... those ice blue eyes vacant and distant... as his survival instincts kick in and he reaches desperately for the ropes. Tabitha Crowley lets out a gutteral roar that could only be described as a battle cry as she steps back into the middle of the ring, the assembled students holding their collective breaths.
But this is an opportunity to witness The King of Hardcore's greatest strength. Its not the ability to wield a Singapore Cane with deadly accuracy. Its not the ability to lead armies of like minded warriors into battle after bloody battle. Its not the ability to draw on the strength of the crowd to fuel an almost inhuman adrenaline rush. Its not even his ability to bounce back after sick bumps that defy number. "The Career Killer" Trevor Blackwell's greatest strength is really his ability to only truly think clearly when he's being put through torture and pain that would break most mortal men. He uses this uncanny ability now to push up on his hands and twist in mid air. He wrenches one leg free and kicks his love hard in the face... without remorse or pity... making his students and trainers cry out in sympathy pain. After three solid kicks... his steel toed shitkicker connecting solidly with Tabitha Crowley's jaw... he finally sets the woman off her guard... off her balance. Its not much, but it buys him enough time to throw his weight up into he air and wrap that free leg around the back of her neck. Ms. Crowley cries out in shock and surprise as he uses this opportunity to grab her arm and yank down, wrapping his now free other leg around her neck as well and dropping all of his weight down, cranking back once again with a vicious Triangle Choke.
Tabitha Crowley flails around and squirms, silently searching for a way out but she honestly has nowhere to go. Still... as mentioned earlier... submitting just isn't in the woman's programming. Her desperate attempts at escape eventually cease as she slips away into unconsciousness. Trevor Blackwell untangles himself and stands, slightly out of breath as the assembled shower him with nervous applause. Fallen Angel and Glove Guy slide into the ring to help wake the limp Tabitha Crowley and assist her to her feet but she quickly comes to and pushes them off. She stalks over to Trevor, seemingly ready for round two but merely hugs him and gives him a passionate kiss... her voice a whisper that is meant for only his ears.*
Tabitha: Great job, Lover...
*The crowd below them at ringside parts like the Red Sea before Moses as APW's most powerful couple hops down out of the ring and makes their way toward the locker rooms in the back. The ring is quickly filled again in their wake as Glove Guy and DXC start putting their students through relentless drills.
As Trevor Blackwell and Tabitha Crowley walk the halls in silence, still kinda catching their breaths, their hands intertwined, Emrys catches up to them. The camera shakes a bit and Emrys's knees weaken as those cold ice blue eyes fall upon him.*
Emrys: Um... I...
*Trevor's lips curl into a sadistic smile and his eyes sparkle with malicious intent as Tabitha quietly lays her head on his chest.*
Trevor: Let me guess... You want a few words from me regarding Link and our Submission Cage Match at Overdrive...
*The camera moves up and down with a bit of a shake as Emrys nods his head in agreement.*
Trevor: Well, luckily for you, I have quite a bit to say. Link... How's that Overdrive Title run going, Buddy?
*Tabitha Crowley turns her face into The Career Killer's chest to stifle a wave of psychotic giggles that she just couldn't contain. The Hardcore Icon takes no notice and continues.*
Trevor: Oh, wait, that's right... We ended that for you, didn't we? Tabitha and I just couldn't help ourselves. Did you wonder why we did that? It wasn't even really that we wanted to put the title on Arcadia. I mean, the fact that Tabitha's match with her at Christmas Chaos became a title shot was just a cool bonus. This right now isn't about championships and glory for once. This is just because we hate you. We fucking hate you, Link. And I don't just mean me and Tabitha. We all hate you. Everyone. All of the boys and girls in the back hate you. President Jeff hates you. The APW Faithful hate you. Hell, I do believe your own family hates you. How was your Christmas, Link?
*Tabitha scowls at the camera for a moment and she draws her Bowie Knife and starts fingering the blade at the memory of Link depicting her as a dog in his last promo.*
Trevor: You're a joke, Link and we all hate you. Why? Because of the way you run your mouth. I don't just mean its because you run your mouth too much. Shit, everyone around here runs their mouths, Link. Its because you run your mouth and run your mouth and run your mouth and never actually say anything of value. All I ever hear out of you is jealousy. Jealousy of President Jeff because he's 10 times the superstar you could ever hope to be. Do you wonder why you haven't had your big match with him yet? Its because he knows that squashing you wouldn't do anything for his PPV buy rates. Jealousy of Level One because he came here from that other fed after you did and already he's surpassed you. Jealousy of me because I've accomplished more in my career then even your wildest dreams could fathom. "The Ratings Killer"? I'm a far bigger draw then you've ever been. You couldn't draw flies with garbage in your pockets. Jealousy of Tabitha because she's more attractive then any woman you've ever slept with in your life. Why do you call her such a slut and a whore? Who has she slept with in APW besides me? You just say those things because you're not original enough to come up with any other insults. Its all just bullshit, Link.
*A slow smile spreads across his lips as he takes a deep breath and builds up to a full head of steam.*
Trevor: You don't even have anything to back any of this shit up with either, Link. What have you accomplished here in APW? Who have you beaten? You fucked up your chance in the Elimination Chamber. You've lost to Level One in match after match no matter how many opportunities Jeff has given you. What's your one claim to fame? Beating Arcadia for the Overdrive Title when she was at much less then 100%? You proved you didn't have what it took to defeat her in your rematch when she was on her game. And don't bother saying that it was only because of me and Tabitha's interference. Its not like Arcadia didn't have the match won when we got there. We were just adding insult to injury... and maybe a little more injury too...
*Tabitha smiles at that and starts twirling her Bowie Knife between her fingers.*
Trevor: You're just another in a long tradition of Jeff's attempts at appeasing me after screwing me out of a big PPV match. If you look at my history in the various wrestling federations that he runs... this is what the boss does. He throws me a piece of meat, so to speak as a way of keeping me around after he screws me. You're just another in a long list of jobbers like The Hardcore Kid and Dita Von Amora. He throws me someone to destroy to get my agression and rage at being fucked over by him yet again out in a constructive way. But this time is slightly different. This time I can't tell you to blame President Jeff. This time I can't honestly say that he's the one you should be angry at... Why?
*Emrys zooms the camera in to focus on The Career Killer's flashing ice blue eyes.*
Trevor: Because I asked Jeff for this one. I asked him to give me Link in a Submission Cage Match as the first match of 2009. I even said that if I walked out of Christmas Chaos with the APW World Heavyweight Championship, you could be my very first title defense. I wanted this. Not because I wanted to finally shut your mouth for you. On the contrary, I want to open it wider. I want to give you a voice that the APW Faithful would actually be interested in listening to. I want to make you utter something entertaining for once. I want them to hear you scream and cry and beg for mercy. I want you and everyone else to know that the only reason you walked out of that cage with your life is because I found some tiny shred of mercy in my dark heart and decided to finally let you go free. And that my friend, will make all the difference. See, I don't care about the victory this time. I don't care who's name goes down in the record books as the winner. I just want to drive you from MY fed. I want you gone. I want to kill your career just like I did for much more talented men then you like Mick... and Marcus "Stylez" Saxton... and Vinnie HaRdCoRe... and Matt Metal and... Sabur...
*Tabitha Crowley suddenly pulls away from Trevor and elbows him sharply in the ribs, favoring him with a glare that would send lesser men running. The Excellence of Extreme laughs and covers his mouth.*
Trevor: Shit... I wasn't supposed to say that... we haven't done that one yet...
*He makes an attempt at flashing a disarmingly charming smile but it just ends up making him look more intimidating and insane.*
Trevor: Forget I said that! Strike that one from the record...
*Tabitha just shakes her head and looks up at Trevor, still hoping that he's not a lost cause.*
Tabitha: Are you done ranting yet?
*The King of Hardcore sighs and looks down.*
Trevor: Yeah, I guess I don't have any more breath to waste on Link... I'll let my actions on Monday speak the rest for me.
*Tabitha smirks, trying her best to hold back another spree of insane giggles.*
Tabitha: Good, I gotta mention something to you before we go back to the locker room though... You know I have a Six Man Tag Match with Jason Royce and Carl Cage on Monday, right?
*Trevor looks at her like he has no clue what she's talking about.*
Tabitha: Against Michael Lively, Twister, and Arcadia...
*He still just stares at her blankly.*
Tabitha: Anyway... get this one... Jason Royce and Carl Cage are asking me to join them...
*Trevor suddenly stops dead in his tracks, his girl's words suddenly penetrating the bong resin coating his brain.*
Trevor: Join them?! In what? A threesome? I swear to god, if anyone is getting a threesome around here, its me!
*Ms. Crowley slaps herself in the forehead out of frustration as a way to keep her from slapping her man in the back of the head.*
Tabitha: No... They want me to join Pure Innovation...
*The Hardcore Icon looks at his girl like she has three heads... he contemplates whether that would make her look even sexier.*
Trevor: What the fuck is Pure Innovation?!
*Tabitha just sighs... wondering if he can really be this dense.*
Tabitha: Pure Innovation... Jason Royce and Carl Cage... the team they've been rambling on about for weeks... is any of this ringing a bell?
*Suddenly a light bulb goes on over The Career Killer's head as a slow smile creeps across his lips once again.*
Trevor: Yes! You should join Pure Innovation. And you should tell them that I want to join too!
*Tabitha looks away as if she hasn't really heard him.*
Tabitha: I know... that's what I was saying... how could they really expect me to be interested in... wait... what did you say?
*Trevor's smile doesn't falter.*
Trevor: We should join Pure Innovation!
*Ms. Crowley suddenly looks shocked and scared.*
Tabitha: What are you, sober?
*She frantically reaches into The King of Hardcore's leather jacket and produces a large blunt, sticking it between his lips and lighting it for him. The end flares bright red as he instinctively takes a long hit.*
Tabitha: You can't be thinking straight... how long has it been since you smoked?
*Trevor laughs as he takes the blunt away and exhales a huge cloud that envelopes both of their heads.*
Trevor: Actually... it has been a while... I haven't smoked in hours... But I'm still serious... think of it... Jason Royce is one of the hardest working men in the business. He just doesn't have the focus to ever get noticed. And Carl Cage... Carl Cage is a fucking monster. Mark my words... He WILL BE World Champion one day... if he has the right guidance.
*Tabitha looks down as she takes the blunt, thinking now.*
Trevor: Imagine the brutality that you would bring to the group. Imagine the experience and name recognition that I would bring. We could make new stars and have backup at the same time. This could be huge...
*They wander down the hall with Trevor's arm around Tabitha's shoulders, leaving a trail of smoke in their wake.*
Trevor: Think of the possibilities...
