Post by The Paragon of Hardcore on Nov 21, 2008 3:38:52 GMT -4
*Here's a little known Career Killer Fun Fact: The King of Hardcore has wanted to end Dr. Matt for a long, long time...
The very last APW Tuesday Night Meltdown has just gone off the air. The Action Packed Wrestling Cameramen start to pack up their equipment just as the Private Video Feed of The Blackwells' Personal Cameraman, Emrys, brings the arena live and streaming onto www.actionpackedwrestling.tk. You gotta love the modern marvel of the internet. It makes it possible for everyone to see the footage that would normally only be viewable by the APW Faithful in attendance in San Antonio, Texas. The fans start to collect their jackets and wives and children and move towards the exits as they're suddenly stopped dead in their tracks. What is the source of this sudden interruption? What could possibly stop the APW Faithful from hurrying to their cars and trying to beat each other to the parkway? What could make every last fan in the building scream themselves hoarse and compel them to nearly trample each other as they try to get closer to the entrance ramp? The only thing that could even remotely be capable of that kind of power is the sound of "Revolution Is My Name" echoing across the arena. The APW Faithful start to chant "BLACKWELL!!! BLACKWELL!!! BLACKWELL!!!". Then they threaten to take the roof off the building as the King of Hardcore, The Excellence of Extreme, "The Career Killer" Trevor Blackwell steps out onto the entrance stage, bathed in blue and red strobe lights that spread out across the arena.
See, the APW Faithful are more excited then ever because this is a special treat. In all of his brutal appearances and memorably Hardcore moments, "The Career Killer" Trevor Blackwell is only now doing his first ever In-Ring Promo here in Action Packed Wrestling. For this momentous event, The Excellence of Extreme most certainly does not show up empty handed. He stands at the top of the entrance ramp with the fans chanting his name... with the evil guitar riffs of Dimebag Darryl assaulting the loudspeakers... The King of Hardcore strikes a titanic Crucifix Pose for his adoring Faithful... in one hand he clutches his ever present, ever feared Singapore Cane... in the other he holds a large, heavily linked chain that holds a steel spiked leather Dog Collar at the end...
He struts down to the ring, swinging the chain over his head a few times before fastening the collar around his own neck and striking one more Crucifix Pose for the crowd that is only now receiving their money's worth. He stalks back and forth in the ring, his long jet black hair tied back in a ponytail... away from the rage that burns in his ice blue eyes... it seems almost like he's keeping hmself restrained on his own self-imposed leash... But the gravelly voice that rumbles up from the depths of his soul as he takes the microphone from a ringside attendant betrays the emotions that threaten to engulf him before he even gets the chance to step into the ring with Dr. Matt...*
Trevor: Matt... Matt... Matt...
*The King of Hardcore seems to only be able to keep some semblance of control by punctuating each utterance of his opponent's name with a slam of his Singapore Cane against the turnbuckle post.*
Trevor: Y'know... I've known you for a long time and your main problem is that you always have to take things too far... Your biggest problem is your over indulgence.
*The Career Killer finally stops pacing and seems to visibly calm down but again... one look into those ice blues tells a completely different story.*
Trevor: I'm not going to rehash our history here, Matt... Everyone who matters knows all about it... They know all about the time I snapped your neck like a fucking twig... they know all about the plateglass window I put you through... they know all about the ass whooping my Unholy Alliance gave you... they know all about the time I left you laying in a pool of your own blood in an arena Men's Room... they know all about the bloodshed and brutality... But I thought we got past all that, Matt...
*A wicked smile spreads across his lips like a plague*
Trevor: We've grown up since then and I tried to put the past behind us... I came to you out of respect, Matt. I came to you wanting to work with you to show the APW Faithful the greatest bloodbath they've ever seen...
*In an explosion of energy, Trevor Blackwell hops up onto the second rope and perches there, staring hard into the camera.*
Trevor: I was really just trying to help your career like I was trying to help Metal's... And where is Matt Metal these days, Doc? It doesn't take a P.H.D. to figure that one out... He never made it out of that Inferno Match last month... But I knew you were made of stronger stuff, Matt. I wanted to help you show all of these APW Faithful and all of the guys in the back that you were more then just a washed up has-been... that you were more then just a pathetic junkie... that you were more then just a lush... that you're not just Hurricane Jeff's whipping boy... I wanted to help you show that you really are the Legend that the fans seem to think you are. I wanted to give you a chance against something more then that piece of shit, John Green. I wanted to help you remember how you truly are "Hardcore As Hell."
*Emrys's camera focuses in on his employer's eyes... windows to the soul indeed*
Trevor: But then you went too far, Matt... You fucking overindulged like you always do... You had to bring Skylar into this, didn't you? You had to try to use my daughter's name as a weapon against me... But it's not the pain that your comments brought me that pushed this over the edge, Matt. Its the hurt that you caused my daughter. You didn't get to see the aftermath of your words, Matt. To you all it was was a taunt to get a fire lit under my ass. To my daughter it was a direct shot in the face. To Skylar it brought up memories of the last parent she lost. That was only a few months ago, Matt... Only in August it was... when she lost her mother. You didn't get to see the tears that streamed down my nine year old's face. You didn't hear the pained cries. Do you know how recent the wounds are that you ripped open, Matt? Do you know how long it took me to pry my daughter off my leg just so I could come out here and do this promo? She begged me to come after you and destroy you. She begged me to make you hurt the way you made her hurt. And I will, Matt.
*He resumes his pacing, the emotions starting to make his voice quiver a bit with anger as he violently yanks on the chain holding his own collar.*
Trevor: And I will do just that this Sunday at November Reign. I will destroy the man that made my little girl cry. I will rip you limb from limb, Matt. I will kill you. And unlike your pretty little song, Matt, these aren't just words... they are a guaranfuckingtee. They are a promise to my daughter. This will be the greatest rehab you could ever ask for, Matt. Because this Sunday I have you in APW's First Ever Double Dog Collar Match. The first one since the heyday of The Pitbulls in the old ECW, I believe. This Sunday there will be nowhere to run, Matt. There will be no more hiding. There will be no more disqualifications. There will only be your neck bound to mine by six feet of steel linked chain. And I will not let you survive.
*He smiles as the camera fades out.*
Trevor: Pray for another blackout, Matt...
The very last APW Tuesday Night Meltdown has just gone off the air. The Action Packed Wrestling Cameramen start to pack up their equipment just as the Private Video Feed of The Blackwells' Personal Cameraman, Emrys, brings the arena live and streaming onto www.actionpackedwrestling.tk. You gotta love the modern marvel of the internet. It makes it possible for everyone to see the footage that would normally only be viewable by the APW Faithful in attendance in San Antonio, Texas. The fans start to collect their jackets and wives and children and move towards the exits as they're suddenly stopped dead in their tracks. What is the source of this sudden interruption? What could possibly stop the APW Faithful from hurrying to their cars and trying to beat each other to the parkway? What could make every last fan in the building scream themselves hoarse and compel them to nearly trample each other as they try to get closer to the entrance ramp? The only thing that could even remotely be capable of that kind of power is the sound of "Revolution Is My Name" echoing across the arena. The APW Faithful start to chant "BLACKWELL!!! BLACKWELL!!! BLACKWELL!!!". Then they threaten to take the roof off the building as the King of Hardcore, The Excellence of Extreme, "The Career Killer" Trevor Blackwell steps out onto the entrance stage, bathed in blue and red strobe lights that spread out across the arena.
See, the APW Faithful are more excited then ever because this is a special treat. In all of his brutal appearances and memorably Hardcore moments, "The Career Killer" Trevor Blackwell is only now doing his first ever In-Ring Promo here in Action Packed Wrestling. For this momentous event, The Excellence of Extreme most certainly does not show up empty handed. He stands at the top of the entrance ramp with the fans chanting his name... with the evil guitar riffs of Dimebag Darryl assaulting the loudspeakers... The King of Hardcore strikes a titanic Crucifix Pose for his adoring Faithful... in one hand he clutches his ever present, ever feared Singapore Cane... in the other he holds a large, heavily linked chain that holds a steel spiked leather Dog Collar at the end...
He struts down to the ring, swinging the chain over his head a few times before fastening the collar around his own neck and striking one more Crucifix Pose for the crowd that is only now receiving their money's worth. He stalks back and forth in the ring, his long jet black hair tied back in a ponytail... away from the rage that burns in his ice blue eyes... it seems almost like he's keeping hmself restrained on his own self-imposed leash... But the gravelly voice that rumbles up from the depths of his soul as he takes the microphone from a ringside attendant betrays the emotions that threaten to engulf him before he even gets the chance to step into the ring with Dr. Matt...*
Trevor: Matt... Matt... Matt...
*The King of Hardcore seems to only be able to keep some semblance of control by punctuating each utterance of his opponent's name with a slam of his Singapore Cane against the turnbuckle post.*
Trevor: Y'know... I've known you for a long time and your main problem is that you always have to take things too far... Your biggest problem is your over indulgence.
*The Career Killer finally stops pacing and seems to visibly calm down but again... one look into those ice blues tells a completely different story.*
Trevor: I'm not going to rehash our history here, Matt... Everyone who matters knows all about it... They know all about the time I snapped your neck like a fucking twig... they know all about the plateglass window I put you through... they know all about the ass whooping my Unholy Alliance gave you... they know all about the time I left you laying in a pool of your own blood in an arena Men's Room... they know all about the bloodshed and brutality... But I thought we got past all that, Matt...
*A wicked smile spreads across his lips like a plague*
Trevor: We've grown up since then and I tried to put the past behind us... I came to you out of respect, Matt. I came to you wanting to work with you to show the APW Faithful the greatest bloodbath they've ever seen...
*In an explosion of energy, Trevor Blackwell hops up onto the second rope and perches there, staring hard into the camera.*
Trevor: I was really just trying to help your career like I was trying to help Metal's... And where is Matt Metal these days, Doc? It doesn't take a P.H.D. to figure that one out... He never made it out of that Inferno Match last month... But I knew you were made of stronger stuff, Matt. I wanted to help you show all of these APW Faithful and all of the guys in the back that you were more then just a washed up has-been... that you were more then just a pathetic junkie... that you were more then just a lush... that you're not just Hurricane Jeff's whipping boy... I wanted to help you show that you really are the Legend that the fans seem to think you are. I wanted to give you a chance against something more then that piece of shit, John Green. I wanted to help you remember how you truly are "Hardcore As Hell."
*Emrys's camera focuses in on his employer's eyes... windows to the soul indeed*
Trevor: But then you went too far, Matt... You fucking overindulged like you always do... You had to bring Skylar into this, didn't you? You had to try to use my daughter's name as a weapon against me... But it's not the pain that your comments brought me that pushed this over the edge, Matt. Its the hurt that you caused my daughter. You didn't get to see the aftermath of your words, Matt. To you all it was was a taunt to get a fire lit under my ass. To my daughter it was a direct shot in the face. To Skylar it brought up memories of the last parent she lost. That was only a few months ago, Matt... Only in August it was... when she lost her mother. You didn't get to see the tears that streamed down my nine year old's face. You didn't hear the pained cries. Do you know how recent the wounds are that you ripped open, Matt? Do you know how long it took me to pry my daughter off my leg just so I could come out here and do this promo? She begged me to come after you and destroy you. She begged me to make you hurt the way you made her hurt. And I will, Matt.
*He resumes his pacing, the emotions starting to make his voice quiver a bit with anger as he violently yanks on the chain holding his own collar.*
Trevor: And I will do just that this Sunday at November Reign. I will destroy the man that made my little girl cry. I will rip you limb from limb, Matt. I will kill you. And unlike your pretty little song, Matt, these aren't just words... they are a guaranfuckingtee. They are a promise to my daughter. This will be the greatest rehab you could ever ask for, Matt. Because this Sunday I have you in APW's First Ever Double Dog Collar Match. The first one since the heyday of The Pitbulls in the old ECW, I believe. This Sunday there will be nowhere to run, Matt. There will be no more hiding. There will be no more disqualifications. There will only be your neck bound to mine by six feet of steel linked chain. And I will not let you survive.
*He smiles as the camera fades out.*
Trevor: Pray for another blackout, Matt...
