Flowers?

[Razor Ryan]

(Scene Opens up backstage In Revolution X's Locker Room)

(Razor is Un-Lacing His Boots after his Defeat in the 6 Man Tag Match, Devon Cash is sitting on the bench on the other side of the room)

Cash:Ryan, Seriously have you completely lost your mind?. Dude....Kristina Blackwell?? Of All The Women In The World, you had to pick her to be infatuated with?

Razor:Devon, Don't start on me with that alright!. I Realize she is extremely pissed with me right now because of the nature of how I Acquired the pictures of her, but see I Will make it all good again with her, you'll see!

Cash:Ryan, this ain't fuckin' Romeo & Juliet, but she is with Sex & Violence and your the LEADER of Revolution X, So in a way this is just like romeo & Juliet because you're not from the same side of the damn tracks as her.

Razor:Well I Think she is most beautiful thing I have ever set my eyes on, and damn it I will get her attention.

Devon:And how do you plan on doing that almighty one?

Razor:Simple, I Have already taken the liberty of Fed Ex'in her the Digital Camera with those pictures on it, and also I have sent 4 dozen roses to her, as an apology for the recent actions I have taken.

Devon:for Christ sakes Ryan, Rasslemania 4 is 13 god damn days away and your chasing a fucking skirt???

(Razor Stands up with a Sadistic Look on his face and gets up into Devon's Face)

Razor:Listen to me Devon we have been friends for 15 fucking years, and We have seen each other through the good times and the bad times, and this is definitely something i am going to do with or without you. Make no mistake about it if you try to roadblock me from being with Kristina, I Will Eliminate you

(Devon pushes Razor out of his way, and walks to the door)

Devon:That's Fucked Up Ryan, all these years over a dumb....Nevermind I Am gonna go for a walk before I Say something I May regret later.

(Devon Walks out of the locker room and slams the door behind him)

(Razor Grabs his Cell Phone out of his pocket and dials a number)

(Ring...Ring...Ring..Voice mail picks up)

Voice Mail:Hi, You've Reached The Voicemail of Kristina, Leave A Message After The Beep And I'll Get Back to you as soon as I Can.....BEEP

Razor:...Hey..YO!.....Kristina, It's Ryan I Know I Probably shouldn't be contacting you but I Just wanted to call ya and make sure you got that package I Sent to you, and also to make sure you received the Roses I Sent. Uhmmm Also I WasWondering...if...uhmm..Maybe you would like to go out for a drink..or maybe Dinner?. You Don't have to Let me know right now, take your time and let me know whenever. And I Really Am Sorry for peeping on you like that. Later

(Razor shuts his flip phone, and grabs his duffel bag and walks to the underground parking lot, hops in his 2008 Dodge Ram 1500 and heads for home for a day or two of rest)

(OOC-Kristina Continue if you like)

[The Paragon of Hardcore]

*Sex and Violence's Personal Cameraman, Emrys cues up his personal feed, adjusting the camera from his position in the bushes outside the Long Island, New York home of The Blackwells. The youngest of the family, "The Hardcore Princess" Kristina Blackwell is due back from her workout at the gym with The Sinfully Dangerous Fyre Angel in about fifteen minutes. Emrys laughs as a Fed-Ex truck shows up, knowing that Kristina never got to receive their last shipment to this address. Oh, it was received alright... just not by The Hardcore Princess. The Fed-Ex man steps up to the door and rings the bell, completely oblivious of the concealed cameraman as the actual recipient of the package answers the door.

Standing before the deliveryguy is none other then Rasslemania's Hometown Hero. The Excellence of Extreme. The Hardcore Icon. The APW Xtreme Heavyweight Champion. "The Career Killer" Trevor Blackwell. In his hands is a package identical in appearance to the one delivered earlier. Its addressed to Razor Ryan, Leader of Revolution X, Care of Action Packed Wrestling. But appearances are often deceiving. If one could see inside this neatly wrapped box they would see the modifications made by our hero. Inside is Razor Ryan's digital camera, but the memory card has been removed and the camera itself has been smashed to pieces (further investigation would show that the smashes have been made by a particularly stiff length of bamboo some would call a Singapore Cane). Also there happens to be the dozen roses that Razor Ryan sent so apologetically... but the heads have all been severed and the thorns scattered around the box, each stained with a bit of blood from true Hardcore Royalty. The centerpiece of this Uncare Package is an unlit stink bomb. Attached to the top of the box as an ingeniously built device consisting of a wooden match and a flint, designed to strike and ignite the bomb as soon as the package is opened.

A note is left inside reading: "Stay the fuck away from my little sister and stick to your own kind or the odor coming from your corpse will smell worse the the remains of you"peace offering." I will kill you before I let you taint my family's bloodline.

Sincerely,
APW Xtreme Heavyweight Champion
Everybody's Hero
The Excellence of Extreme
The Hardcore Icon
"The Career Killer" Trevor Blackwell.

*The deliveryman looks at the god before him in shock.*

Fed-Ex Guy: Holy Shit! I thought this address was a typo! You're "The Career Killer" Trevor Blackwell! Can I get an autograph??

*Trevor smiles, producing a pen and signing the notepad that the deliveryman makes appear from his jacket.*

Trevor: Always glad to help out a fan...

*The deliveryman thanks The Hardcore Icon profusely and hurries away to his truck, taking off in a cloud of exhaust as Trevor laughs to himself, hoping that Razor Ryan will take the hint. Emrys fades out his feed on a shot of the Apology Card that the first Fed-Ex guy dropped on the sidewalk.*

[Your JESUS]

Sabur sitting in an airport looking at his laptop playing solitare, (because we all know that is all those 700 dollar machines are good for) when he is interupted as his cell phone rings. The tune of Anyway by Evenrude blares as Sabur scrambles to answer the call.

Sabur: Hello, yes this is he, what can I help you with , WHAT!!!!!No way I did not purchase flowers, No I didn't send any packages fed-ex, NO I'm serious those are not my charges, you need to fix it, alright I'll check back thank you.

Lil Dick: What was that about?

Sabur: Aparently some one is out there buying sappy shit with my credit card, but the fraud dept. is on it, those fuckers at American Express are great.

The scene fades out as the plane the two APW lowcarder's are set to board arrives at the terminal.