Post by The Paragon of Hardcore on Dec 22, 2008 21:37:28 GMT -4
*So... Contrary to Sabur's last words in his most recent promo... he'll soon find out that he and his Li'l Dick are not really on their way to the CITY of Long Island, New York. See, Long Island isn't a city at all. Take a look at a map of the U.S. Go ahead... I'll wait. Back now? See that little fish looking thing chilling off the coast of New York? That's Long Island. It's literally a long island divided into two counties. Nassau, which makes up most of the Western half of Long Island, and Suffolk which makes up most of the east. These two counties are again divided up into multiple towns and villages... suburbs really... The Nassau Collesium, where Christmas Chaos will be held, is close to the North Shore in the middle of Nassau County in a little town called Uniondale. But that's not where this story starts...
This story starts in the true hometown of Everybody's Hero, The King of Hardcore, "The Career Killer" Trevor Blackwell. Its a small village dead center in the middle of the island on the south shore in the heart of Eastern Suffolk County called Patchogue (pronounced PATCH-awg). These days, the village is almost entirely overrun with Mexicans and El Salvadorians who have jumped the border illegally and have found this quiet little town a suitable place to raise their children and whistle at any white woman that they see like drunken construction workers that don't even bother paying taxes or learning how to fucking speak English. A few weeks ago, seven teenagers ganged up on one of them and stabbed him to death. The cops called it a senseless hate crime and wondered why...
But this is still where The Blackwells grew up... their old stomping grounds so to speak... back before it went to shit. The pirated video feed of The Blackwells' Personal Cameraman, Emrys statics into life to show a newly restored Main Street at night (The Town Council has spent way too many of the local tax payers' dollars to bring Main Street back to it's former glory in the hopes of attracting more commerce and a better class of people to move in), decorated nicely for the holidays. A festive looking wreath hangs from every street light. Most stores have lights and Christmas-ey displays in their windows. Various people of all shapes and colors, myriad ages, and from all walks of life mill about the street... going to restaurants... shopping for the Holidays. The camera moves in through the door of the Best Meal Chinese Restaurant... a glorified take out joint with a Sushi Bar that no one ever really eats at and a few tables for sit-down dinners. Sitting at the table is the star of our show... one of two #1 Contendors for the APW World Heavyweight Championship... "The Career Killer" Trevor Blackwell. He wears his typical leather Biker's Jacket and has his long, jet black hair tied back in a ponytail away from his cold ice blue eyes. Those eyes seem to be staring off into space. Perhaps his mind is lost in thought... thinking about the brutal and bloody Triple Threat Long Island Deathmatch that he will put his body through against the Legendary Drug Addict, Dr. Matt and the Genetic Powerhouse, Sabur. Perhaps he is focused on ending the year with the one thing that has eluded him throughout his tenure here in Action Packed Wrestling: The APW World Heavyweight Championship. Emrys's camera follows his gaze to find what he's really staring at... Tabitha Crowley tight little ass framed beautifully in a pair of tight leather pants. He smiles at thoughts of making her scream his name over and over with multiple orgasms as she screams for him to fuck her harder in a motel room later tonight. Almost as if she can read his mind, the Sociopathic Vixen glances over her shoulder at him with a sly smirk that falls just short of her eyes as the short Chinese man on the other side of the counter hands her their dinner. She goes to pay but the guy holds up his hand in protest.*
Chinese Guy: You Tabitha Crowrey! He Trevor Brackwell! You no pay here!
*She lifts an eyebrow sexily. How exactly does one lift an eyebrow sexily? I'm not sure... but Tabitha Crowley pulls it off beautifully.*
Tabitha: We don't pay here? What the fuck are you talking about?
*The Chinese Man smiles wide, his eyes slanting even more and making him look like a crudely drawn Anime character*
Chinese Guy: You at Best Mear Chinese Food! We cerebrating the end of the Chinese Year of The Cow! You herp end Year of Cow! Trevor Brackwell Big Star! Hometown Hero! We big fans! You no pay!
*Miss Crowley stifles a laugh.*
Tabitha: Year of The Cow, huh? Well, thanks...
*She turns back and walks towards The Excellence of Extreme with a red plastic tray and two steaming porcelain plates of food.*
Tabitha: Turns out I don't have to kill them after all, Lover... Lets eat... I'm starved...
*Trevor laughs as he looks her up and down, putting his red and black duffel bag down on the floor by his feet and picking up his Singapore Cane, laying it on the table next to them.*
Trevor: What the fuck was that all about... Did we just get that food for free?
*Miss Crowley looks up at her man with a smile as she runs her tongue along her sensuous lips and shrugs.*
Tabitha: He said something about us helping celebrate and ending the Year of The Cow, whatever the fuck that means... lets just hurry up and eat... we still have an hour long drive ahead of us to the Radisson. At least its right next door to the Collesium...
*The King of Hardcore smirks and puts his plate down in front of him. Ms. Crowley takes a seat across from him, propping up her long legs on his lap.*
Trevor: Ending the Year of The Cow... he has no clue how accurate that statement is...
*Trevor takes a bite of his Sesame Chicken. Tabitha looks up at him with a mouthful of fried rice.*
Tabitha: What the hell are you talking about?
*Trevor smiles, putting aside his plate. Tabitha rolls her eyes, settling in for another long and rambling Trevor Blackwell promo.*
Trevor: The Chinese work on a different astrological calender then we Americans do. They're wrong of course, but they have each year named after a certain animal. The Year of The Rat. The Dragon. The Monkey. The Rooster.
*Tabitha almost chokes on her food.*
Tabitha: There's a Year of The Cock?
*But Trevor Blackwell doesn't even seem to notice that she said anything. He's in full rant mode now and is oblivious to the rest of the outside world. He just steamrolls right over her.*
Trevor: And this year must've been the Year of The Cow. I never pay much attention to that slanty eyed bullshit but it certainly has been the Year of the Man-Cow. And I have no one to blame for this shit but myself. I remember when Sabur first came into APW. He was a muscle bound, rocks for brains, growth hormone pumped lower-midcarder. Sure, he was huge and he had some wrestling talent but he was going nowhere fast in this business. He latched himself onto a Scott Hall wannabe named Razor Ryan and an equally misguided loser named Michael Lively...
*Ms. Crowley takes a sip of Chinese Green Tea.*
Tabitha: I'mma castrate that motherfucker...
*The Career Killer's ice blue eyes are glazed over with his own over-inflated sense of self importance. Did she just say something?*
Trevor: ...and came up with the oh-so-original name Revolution X.
*Tabitha looks up. She knows that Trevor's not really paying attention to her but she amuses herself by interjecting nonetheless, taking this opportunity to steal a few bites of his discarded Sesame Chicken.*
Tabitha: Revolution X? Wasn't that a shitty Aerosmith licensed shooting game in the arcades a few years back?
*He almost took a breath to answer her on that one... no... wait, that was a hiccup.*
Trevor: I took pity on those guys and assimilated them into my much more powerful and much more over with the fans stable, Sex and Violence.
*She smiles up at Trevor.*
Tabitha: Sex and Violence... there's a group idea I could get behind... or bend over in front of... nevermind...
*Trevor actually coughs. Its almost like he was supposed to take a breath but he stopped short at what he said and his own rant kinda ran him over.*
Trevor: What did you just say?
*Tabitha laughs and pulls Trevor's plate of Sesame Chicken in front of her.*
Tabitha: I said aliens just invaded during your rant and now I'm pregnant. Something about making me their new queen... Nevermind... Keep going...
*Trevor Blackwell stops... blinks... shakes his head... and keeps going.*
Trevor: Anyway... To make a long story short...
Tabitha: Too late...
Trevor: But when all was said and done... after Sex and Violence fell apart due to all the egos... after Kenny Lambardo's Church of Kaos collapsed under the weight of its own propaganda... after everyone went their own seperate ways... Sabur and I were still close. We were still friends. I kinda became a mentor of his. He's forever been the talented wrestler in search of a gimmick to get him over. And I smacked the jokey bullshit out of him and turned him into the dominant monster of a champion that he is today. But, see, I know all of his weaknesses. I know where he fails. I know where the one chink in the belly of the dragon's armor is. I created this and I can end it. I have right of destruction.
*Tabitha suddenly puts a hand to Trevor's lips. He blinks and almost bites her.*
Tabitha: So what is it?
*He stops, eating a piece of Sesame Chicken. He looks down at the plate then back at her before swiping his dinner back. Ms. Crowley favors him with a sheepish smile.*
Trevor: What do you mean?
*Tabitha picks up her fork and takes another piece of Sesame Chicken right out from under his nose.*
Tabitha: What is this weakness that you're rambling about?
*The Career Killer smiles*
Trevor: He's too trusting. He's too sweet and good natured to be a World Champion. Look at his Li'l Dick. He took him to Disney World. Despite his height, that's a grown fucking man! Why the fuck is he taking him to Disney World? He tries to make friends with everyone. He's not vicious enough for this no matter how much I've trained him and beaten these lessons into him time and time again. Once he likes you, you're his buddy forever.
*Tabitha smirks, her head in her hands, actually gazing quite adoringly at our hero.*
Tabitha: So what exactly is your point?
*An evil grin spreads across Trevor's lips like a plague.*
Trevor: He likes me... He trusts me... and I'm going to use that to put him in his grave.
*Tabitha suddenly stands and kisses Trevor on the lips.*
Tabitha: Everytime I'm ready to give up on you...
*Trevor stops and looks down as Tabitha pops the last piece of his chicken into her mouth.*
Trevor: Wait... where's my dinner?
*She laughs and stands, shouldering his red and black duffel bag.*
Tabitha: Don't worry about it... Lets get out of here, we still gotta make it up to the Nassau Collesium.
*The King of Hardcore nods and picks up his Singapore Cane. Suddenly, The Career Killer stops short as he sees a throng of humanity crowded around the front door. It seems the good denizens of Patchogue have noticed the presence of these two Superstars and are just waiting for them to leave. Men, Women, Children, and Mexicans clutch notebooks and pens and cameras and copies of APW Magazine, waiting for autographs and pictures.*
Tabitha: Shit... now we'll never get to the Harley...
*Trevor smiles and puts an arm around her as he opens the door, the fans' chatters and screams filling the small restaurant.*
Trevor: These are our fans, Tabitha. We're APW Superstars. This is part of our job...
*Tabitha Crowley groans as they push out into the teeming crowd. She makes a mental note of the fact that she has to start breaking Trevor of this "Hero" bullshit.*
This story starts in the true hometown of Everybody's Hero, The King of Hardcore, "The Career Killer" Trevor Blackwell. Its a small village dead center in the middle of the island on the south shore in the heart of Eastern Suffolk County called Patchogue (pronounced PATCH-awg). These days, the village is almost entirely overrun with Mexicans and El Salvadorians who have jumped the border illegally and have found this quiet little town a suitable place to raise their children and whistle at any white woman that they see like drunken construction workers that don't even bother paying taxes or learning how to fucking speak English. A few weeks ago, seven teenagers ganged up on one of them and stabbed him to death. The cops called it a senseless hate crime and wondered why...
But this is still where The Blackwells grew up... their old stomping grounds so to speak... back before it went to shit. The pirated video feed of The Blackwells' Personal Cameraman, Emrys statics into life to show a newly restored Main Street at night (The Town Council has spent way too many of the local tax payers' dollars to bring Main Street back to it's former glory in the hopes of attracting more commerce and a better class of people to move in), decorated nicely for the holidays. A festive looking wreath hangs from every street light. Most stores have lights and Christmas-ey displays in their windows. Various people of all shapes and colors, myriad ages, and from all walks of life mill about the street... going to restaurants... shopping for the Holidays. The camera moves in through the door of the Best Meal Chinese Restaurant... a glorified take out joint with a Sushi Bar that no one ever really eats at and a few tables for sit-down dinners. Sitting at the table is the star of our show... one of two #1 Contendors for the APW World Heavyweight Championship... "The Career Killer" Trevor Blackwell. He wears his typical leather Biker's Jacket and has his long, jet black hair tied back in a ponytail away from his cold ice blue eyes. Those eyes seem to be staring off into space. Perhaps his mind is lost in thought... thinking about the brutal and bloody Triple Threat Long Island Deathmatch that he will put his body through against the Legendary Drug Addict, Dr. Matt and the Genetic Powerhouse, Sabur. Perhaps he is focused on ending the year with the one thing that has eluded him throughout his tenure here in Action Packed Wrestling: The APW World Heavyweight Championship. Emrys's camera follows his gaze to find what he's really staring at... Tabitha Crowley tight little ass framed beautifully in a pair of tight leather pants. He smiles at thoughts of making her scream his name over and over with multiple orgasms as she screams for him to fuck her harder in a motel room later tonight. Almost as if she can read his mind, the Sociopathic Vixen glances over her shoulder at him with a sly smirk that falls just short of her eyes as the short Chinese man on the other side of the counter hands her their dinner. She goes to pay but the guy holds up his hand in protest.*
Chinese Guy: You Tabitha Crowrey! He Trevor Brackwell! You no pay here!
*She lifts an eyebrow sexily. How exactly does one lift an eyebrow sexily? I'm not sure... but Tabitha Crowley pulls it off beautifully.*
Tabitha: We don't pay here? What the fuck are you talking about?
*The Chinese Man smiles wide, his eyes slanting even more and making him look like a crudely drawn Anime character*
Chinese Guy: You at Best Mear Chinese Food! We cerebrating the end of the Chinese Year of The Cow! You herp end Year of Cow! Trevor Brackwell Big Star! Hometown Hero! We big fans! You no pay!
*Miss Crowley stifles a laugh.*
Tabitha: Year of The Cow, huh? Well, thanks...
*She turns back and walks towards The Excellence of Extreme with a red plastic tray and two steaming porcelain plates of food.*
Tabitha: Turns out I don't have to kill them after all, Lover... Lets eat... I'm starved...
*Trevor laughs as he looks her up and down, putting his red and black duffel bag down on the floor by his feet and picking up his Singapore Cane, laying it on the table next to them.*
Trevor: What the fuck was that all about... Did we just get that food for free?
*Miss Crowley looks up at her man with a smile as she runs her tongue along her sensuous lips and shrugs.*
Tabitha: He said something about us helping celebrate and ending the Year of The Cow, whatever the fuck that means... lets just hurry up and eat... we still have an hour long drive ahead of us to the Radisson. At least its right next door to the Collesium...
*The King of Hardcore smirks and puts his plate down in front of him. Ms. Crowley takes a seat across from him, propping up her long legs on his lap.*
Trevor: Ending the Year of The Cow... he has no clue how accurate that statement is...
*Trevor takes a bite of his Sesame Chicken. Tabitha looks up at him with a mouthful of fried rice.*
Tabitha: What the hell are you talking about?
*Trevor smiles, putting aside his plate. Tabitha rolls her eyes, settling in for another long and rambling Trevor Blackwell promo.*
Trevor: The Chinese work on a different astrological calender then we Americans do. They're wrong of course, but they have each year named after a certain animal. The Year of The Rat. The Dragon. The Monkey. The Rooster.
*Tabitha almost chokes on her food.*
Tabitha: There's a Year of The Cock?
*But Trevor Blackwell doesn't even seem to notice that she said anything. He's in full rant mode now and is oblivious to the rest of the outside world. He just steamrolls right over her.*
Trevor: And this year must've been the Year of The Cow. I never pay much attention to that slanty eyed bullshit but it certainly has been the Year of the Man-Cow. And I have no one to blame for this shit but myself. I remember when Sabur first came into APW. He was a muscle bound, rocks for brains, growth hormone pumped lower-midcarder. Sure, he was huge and he had some wrestling talent but he was going nowhere fast in this business. He latched himself onto a Scott Hall wannabe named Razor Ryan and an equally misguided loser named Michael Lively...
*Ms. Crowley takes a sip of Chinese Green Tea.*
Tabitha: I'mma castrate that motherfucker...
*The Career Killer's ice blue eyes are glazed over with his own over-inflated sense of self importance. Did she just say something?*
Trevor: ...and came up with the oh-so-original name Revolution X.
*Tabitha looks up. She knows that Trevor's not really paying attention to her but she amuses herself by interjecting nonetheless, taking this opportunity to steal a few bites of his discarded Sesame Chicken.*
Tabitha: Revolution X? Wasn't that a shitty Aerosmith licensed shooting game in the arcades a few years back?
*He almost took a breath to answer her on that one... no... wait, that was a hiccup.*
Trevor: I took pity on those guys and assimilated them into my much more powerful and much more over with the fans stable, Sex and Violence.
*She smiles up at Trevor.*
Tabitha: Sex and Violence... there's a group idea I could get behind... or bend over in front of... nevermind...
*Trevor actually coughs. Its almost like he was supposed to take a breath but he stopped short at what he said and his own rant kinda ran him over.*
Trevor: What did you just say?
*Tabitha laughs and pulls Trevor's plate of Sesame Chicken in front of her.*
Tabitha: I said aliens just invaded during your rant and now I'm pregnant. Something about making me their new queen... Nevermind... Keep going...
*Trevor Blackwell stops... blinks... shakes his head... and keeps going.*
Trevor: Anyway... To make a long story short...
Tabitha: Too late...
Trevor: But when all was said and done... after Sex and Violence fell apart due to all the egos... after Kenny Lambardo's Church of Kaos collapsed under the weight of its own propaganda... after everyone went their own seperate ways... Sabur and I were still close. We were still friends. I kinda became a mentor of his. He's forever been the talented wrestler in search of a gimmick to get him over. And I smacked the jokey bullshit out of him and turned him into the dominant monster of a champion that he is today. But, see, I know all of his weaknesses. I know where he fails. I know where the one chink in the belly of the dragon's armor is. I created this and I can end it. I have right of destruction.
*Tabitha suddenly puts a hand to Trevor's lips. He blinks and almost bites her.*
Tabitha: So what is it?
*He stops, eating a piece of Sesame Chicken. He looks down at the plate then back at her before swiping his dinner back. Ms. Crowley favors him with a sheepish smile.*
Trevor: What do you mean?
*Tabitha picks up her fork and takes another piece of Sesame Chicken right out from under his nose.*
Tabitha: What is this weakness that you're rambling about?
*The Career Killer smiles*
Trevor: He's too trusting. He's too sweet and good natured to be a World Champion. Look at his Li'l Dick. He took him to Disney World. Despite his height, that's a grown fucking man! Why the fuck is he taking him to Disney World? He tries to make friends with everyone. He's not vicious enough for this no matter how much I've trained him and beaten these lessons into him time and time again. Once he likes you, you're his buddy forever.
*Tabitha smirks, her head in her hands, actually gazing quite adoringly at our hero.*
Tabitha: So what exactly is your point?
*An evil grin spreads across Trevor's lips like a plague.*
Trevor: He likes me... He trusts me... and I'm going to use that to put him in his grave.
*Tabitha suddenly stands and kisses Trevor on the lips.*
Tabitha: Everytime I'm ready to give up on you...
*Trevor stops and looks down as Tabitha pops the last piece of his chicken into her mouth.*
Trevor: Wait... where's my dinner?
*She laughs and stands, shouldering his red and black duffel bag.*
Tabitha: Don't worry about it... Lets get out of here, we still gotta make it up to the Nassau Collesium.
*The King of Hardcore nods and picks up his Singapore Cane. Suddenly, The Career Killer stops short as he sees a throng of humanity crowded around the front door. It seems the good denizens of Patchogue have noticed the presence of these two Superstars and are just waiting for them to leave. Men, Women, Children, and Mexicans clutch notebooks and pens and cameras and copies of APW Magazine, waiting for autographs and pictures.*
Tabitha: Shit... now we'll never get to the Harley...
*Trevor smiles and puts an arm around her as he opens the door, the fans' chatters and screams filling the small restaurant.*
Trevor: These are our fans, Tabitha. We're APW Superstars. This is part of our job...
*Tabitha Crowley groans as they push out into the teeming crowd. She makes a mental note of the fact that she has to start breaking Trevor of this "Hero" bullshit.*
