Post by CinderellaLies on Jan 5, 2009 13:55:50 GMT -4
The camera fades in as the pirated feed of the Blackwell's personal cameraman, Emrys, statics into life. We find ourselves in Trevor Blackwell and Tabitha Crowley's lockerroom. Tabitha is seated on Trevor's lap, poised as if seated on a throne. He is still smoking his blunt, but it is almost dead. Trevor doesn't waste, though. He continues to smoke it down, well past the point that most other potheads would put it out and use the last for a bowlpack. He smokes to the point where the viewers are grimacing in pain at the burnt fingers and lips that must accompany so small a roach. He seems to be oblivious to the pain. It could be because he is too high to notice. It could even be that this is the last of his stash and wants to make the most of it. No. It's because "The Career Killer", Trevor Blackwell is Hardcore, damn it. And don't you forget it.
Not to be outdone by her partner, Tabitha Crowley is playing with fire. Literally. She keeps sparking the zippo that Trevor's brother used to carry around. Tony must have given it to him before he left the wrestling world. Trevor swears he will be back. Tabitha believes it is wishful thinking on his part, but, hey? Why ruin a guy's fantasy? This zippo might as well be called a battle relic. It has survived numerous molotov cocktails, the torching of Matt Metal's house, and most recently, one bitchin' Long Island Death Match. She heats the lid of the zippo in the flame and then snatches it closed with the briefest swipe of her hand.
Tabitha turns to the camera with a scowl and a sigh. She rests her elbows on her knees and lets her hands fall inbetween her legs. She picks her head up to look into the lens and her eyes are a dull, dead, black.
Tabitha: Jason Royce...Carl Cage...I...
She is having trouble saying what she needs to and quickly forces the words out as if they are distasteful.
Tabitha: I accept your invitation. I will join Pure Innovation on one condition.
She rolls her eyes back to Trevor with a "Do I Have To?" look on her face and he ushers her on. She sighs again and puts her head down, mumbling out the last part.
Tabitha: Only if Trevor Blackwell can join, too.
She takes in a pained sigh at the sick smile on Trevor's face. She can practically hear Iceman whooping with delight already. She can already visualize Carl Cage's determined crunch of his knuckles as he makes a fist and his satisfied nod at the aquisition of Trevor Blackwell. They wouldn't say no. Royce has been trying to get Blackwell in with him forever and as much as Carl Cage talks about new vs. old, only a fool would snub his nose at an offer like this, especially one coming directly from the King of Hardcore himself.
Tabitha: Apparently, Trevor here has a Dr. Frankenstein complex. If one monster turns on you, just make another. He's convinced me that he is right. All you really need is a little guidance.
He head snaps up quickly and her eyes glitter with...emptiness. Emptiness can glitter...sometimes...
Tabitha: So here is your first piece of advice. Don't fuck this up. Don't underestimate our opponents. Arcadia is a skank and a slut, but she's also quick. I still don't think she is half the wrestler I am...
Trevor looks at her strangely and she grimaces. Apparently he thinks his woman has been in need of some guidance lately, too.
Tabitha: But that doesn't mean she isn't talented.
She forces the words out between her teeth and they really sound like she means it. For about a second.
Tabitha: I may not know much about Twister, but he is a main-eventer. Whatever you think he doesn't have, he must still have some, because he is still here, and he's not on the mid-card.
Trevor scoffs and interrupts Tabitha.
Trevor: Fuck Twister's Rage! Fear the Full Throttle!
Tabitha looks at him. She has a blank stare on her face.
Tabitha: Where the fuck is that from? You aren't even in this match. Why would he fear the Full Throttle? What are you talking about?
Trevor: Just forget it. It's not my fault you're so young.
He grins at the camera and winks. Tabitha is fairly sure she saw a thumbs up out of the corner of her eye.
Tabitha: Fine. Whatever. And Lively... He has too much ego for anyone's good. It will be his downfall. But we need to keep it together in the ring and use our opponents weaknesses. If they don't have a weakness...
She grins wickedly and pulls out her blade, smiling as she glints the light off of the edge.
Tabitha: We give them one. Arcadia is going down this time. You'll always be a skank and you'll always be a bitch, but soon you will be a skanky bitch without a belt. I lost my last opportunity. but that won't happen again. You are on a team with a group of people who can't stand each other. They can't stand you. So you don't stand a chance. I swear you will never get one over on me again. This is so much more personal now than ever. You thought I was pissed when I thought you were fucking with Trevor? That's nothing compared to you fucking with me!
She glances sideways at Trevor, realizing what she has just said, but he either doesn't notice, or doesn't care. He DID coin the phrase, "Only a Blackwell can trust a Blackwell" so maybe he simply understands putting yourself first.
Tabitha: Lively may think he is safe, but the only thing that happened last time is I learned. If I need to teach you a lesson, do it backstage, where it won't interfere with my matches. And he still needs to learn. Maybe this is how you treat a lady when you have a slut to learn by example from. I was fun rolling around with you, but I'd really appreciate if you didn't call me.
She puts her hand up to the side of her mouth like she is telling a secret.
Tabitha: He's lacking downstairs. That was the smallest dick I've ever bitten. Or done anything else to. No wonder you don't get any. Your so wrapped up in your mother because she's the only woman in the world you'll ever be able to satisfy.
She giggles and Trevor joins her by laughing out loud.
Tabitha: And Twister...I didn't have an opinion of you before, but now I wan't to KILL you!
Her eyes blaze and Trevor looks at her, questioning her intent.
Tabitha: He called me TABBY!!!
Trevor: Ok...Tabby. It's not that big a deal.
Tabitha is furious. Trevor is too busy lauging at her to notice, but her jaw starts ticking. The past few days of "behaving" have finally taken their toll. All of the cowtowing to Trevor's opinions. All of the reining herself in when all she wants is to be violent towards someone. All of it washes over her at once at the mention of that one, small, two syllable word. Tabby. She grinds out each word and her hand flies from nowhere, holding both the knife and the zippo.
Tabitha: Never...Call...Me...That!!!
She hits him in the shoulder, simultaneously stabbing him and quarterizing the wound with the red hot metal of the lighter casing. Trevor screams out in pain, but the sound is oddly satisfying. Trevor growls at her and springs in for his attack, taking them both to the ground. Tabitha smiles and camera goes off as her shirt hits it, hanging over the lens. The sound cuts out only a few seconds late, but it's enough to know that they have found something more constructive to do than kill each other.
Not to be outdone by her partner, Tabitha Crowley is playing with fire. Literally. She keeps sparking the zippo that Trevor's brother used to carry around. Tony must have given it to him before he left the wrestling world. Trevor swears he will be back. Tabitha believes it is wishful thinking on his part, but, hey? Why ruin a guy's fantasy? This zippo might as well be called a battle relic. It has survived numerous molotov cocktails, the torching of Matt Metal's house, and most recently, one bitchin' Long Island Death Match. She heats the lid of the zippo in the flame and then snatches it closed with the briefest swipe of her hand.
Tabitha turns to the camera with a scowl and a sigh. She rests her elbows on her knees and lets her hands fall inbetween her legs. She picks her head up to look into the lens and her eyes are a dull, dead, black.
Tabitha: Jason Royce...Carl Cage...I...
She is having trouble saying what she needs to and quickly forces the words out as if they are distasteful.
Tabitha: I accept your invitation. I will join Pure Innovation on one condition.
She rolls her eyes back to Trevor with a "Do I Have To?" look on her face and he ushers her on. She sighs again and puts her head down, mumbling out the last part.
Tabitha: Only if Trevor Blackwell can join, too.
She takes in a pained sigh at the sick smile on Trevor's face. She can practically hear Iceman whooping with delight already. She can already visualize Carl Cage's determined crunch of his knuckles as he makes a fist and his satisfied nod at the aquisition of Trevor Blackwell. They wouldn't say no. Royce has been trying to get Blackwell in with him forever and as much as Carl Cage talks about new vs. old, only a fool would snub his nose at an offer like this, especially one coming directly from the King of Hardcore himself.
Tabitha: Apparently, Trevor here has a Dr. Frankenstein complex. If one monster turns on you, just make another. He's convinced me that he is right. All you really need is a little guidance.
He head snaps up quickly and her eyes glitter with...emptiness. Emptiness can glitter...sometimes...
Tabitha: So here is your first piece of advice. Don't fuck this up. Don't underestimate our opponents. Arcadia is a skank and a slut, but she's also quick. I still don't think she is half the wrestler I am...
Trevor looks at her strangely and she grimaces. Apparently he thinks his woman has been in need of some guidance lately, too.
Tabitha: But that doesn't mean she isn't talented.
She forces the words out between her teeth and they really sound like she means it. For about a second.
Tabitha: I may not know much about Twister, but he is a main-eventer. Whatever you think he doesn't have, he must still have some, because he is still here, and he's not on the mid-card.
Trevor scoffs and interrupts Tabitha.
Trevor: Fuck Twister's Rage! Fear the Full Throttle!
Tabitha looks at him. She has a blank stare on her face.
Tabitha: Where the fuck is that from? You aren't even in this match. Why would he fear the Full Throttle? What are you talking about?
Trevor: Just forget it. It's not my fault you're so young.
He grins at the camera and winks. Tabitha is fairly sure she saw a thumbs up out of the corner of her eye.
Tabitha: Fine. Whatever. And Lively... He has too much ego for anyone's good. It will be his downfall. But we need to keep it together in the ring and use our opponents weaknesses. If they don't have a weakness...
She grins wickedly and pulls out her blade, smiling as she glints the light off of the edge.
Tabitha: We give them one. Arcadia is going down this time. You'll always be a skank and you'll always be a bitch, but soon you will be a skanky bitch without a belt. I lost my last opportunity. but that won't happen again. You are on a team with a group of people who can't stand each other. They can't stand you. So you don't stand a chance. I swear you will never get one over on me again. This is so much more personal now than ever. You thought I was pissed when I thought you were fucking with Trevor? That's nothing compared to you fucking with me!
She glances sideways at Trevor, realizing what she has just said, but he either doesn't notice, or doesn't care. He DID coin the phrase, "Only a Blackwell can trust a Blackwell" so maybe he simply understands putting yourself first.
Tabitha: Lively may think he is safe, but the only thing that happened last time is I learned. If I need to teach you a lesson, do it backstage, where it won't interfere with my matches. And he still needs to learn. Maybe this is how you treat a lady when you have a slut to learn by example from. I was fun rolling around with you, but I'd really appreciate if you didn't call me.
She puts her hand up to the side of her mouth like she is telling a secret.
Tabitha: He's lacking downstairs. That was the smallest dick I've ever bitten. Or done anything else to. No wonder you don't get any. Your so wrapped up in your mother because she's the only woman in the world you'll ever be able to satisfy.
She giggles and Trevor joins her by laughing out loud.
Tabitha: And Twister...I didn't have an opinion of you before, but now I wan't to KILL you!
Her eyes blaze and Trevor looks at her, questioning her intent.
Tabitha: He called me TABBY!!!
Trevor: Ok...Tabby. It's not that big a deal.
Tabitha is furious. Trevor is too busy lauging at her to notice, but her jaw starts ticking. The past few days of "behaving" have finally taken their toll. All of the cowtowing to Trevor's opinions. All of the reining herself in when all she wants is to be violent towards someone. All of it washes over her at once at the mention of that one, small, two syllable word. Tabby. She grinds out each word and her hand flies from nowhere, holding both the knife and the zippo.
Tabitha: Never...Call...Me...That!!!
She hits him in the shoulder, simultaneously stabbing him and quarterizing the wound with the red hot metal of the lighter casing. Trevor screams out in pain, but the sound is oddly satisfying. Trevor growls at her and springs in for his attack, taking them both to the ground. Tabitha smiles and camera goes off as her shirt hits it, hanging over the lens. The sound cuts out only a few seconds late, but it's enough to know that they have found something more constructive to do than kill each other.
