Post by "The Hybrid" Damian Dimitri on Nov 7, 2010 15:52:42 GMT -4
*The pirated video feed of The Blackwells’ Personal Cameraman, Emrys statics into life to show a darkened room with just the barest flicker of light.
This is the Blackwells’ Locker Room… dark because the lights are out so that they block out all distractions but what our subject chooses to focus on. The darkness hides all the furniture of the room… including Trevor Blackwell’s legendary red and black recliner that our subject sits in… its upholstery frayed and ripped and worn and scarred in areas just like the Paragon of Hardcore that is usually its main occupant.
The barest flicker of light comes from the flat screen on the wall… constantly hooked into Insane Wrestling Championships’ website… showing looped, streaming video of IWC all day long… currently showing “Supersonic” Branden Harvey’s latest promo…
The flicker of the screen as the only light in the room casts The Barbed Wire Buzzsaw, “The Hybrid” Damian Dimitri’s introspective face in a ghastly gloom… almost making him seem like a spectre or a gargoyle as he hunches over… his finely honed muscles rippling as he breathes in this position.
Emrys clears his throat behind the camera as Branden Harvey does his best to sound confident of his victory on the flat screen… Damian doesn’t show any sign of being more aware of the cameraman’s presence than he was a few moments ago… he seems completely absorbed in The Supersonic One’s interview but really this is The Hybrid’s way of saying Om and thereby opening the doors to contemplation and reflection… despite not taking his eyes off the screen, The Barbed Wire Buzzsaw speaks… his voice staying in a cold monotone… we can only assume he’s talking to Emrys.*
Damian: Why are you bothering me now? In a few hours, I will be headlining the first IWC Asylum of the New Era… my first ever main event… Branden Harvey isn’t the only one who mentally prepares himself, you know…
*Emrys clears his throat behind the camera… he’s spent a long time at this job… a few years now… he’s videotaped for scary monsters in the past… not just The Blackwells but people like “The Irish Hammer” Sabur, “The Vicious Vixen” Tabitha Crowley, “Spirit” Tara Jacobs, and “The KaotiK” Kenny Lambardo… still somehow, he can’t help but be intimidated slightly by The Barbed Wire Buzzsaw… The cameraman clears his throat though his voice still comes out slightly weak.*
Emrys: That’s why I’m here, Damian… This is my job… Trevor sent me to give you camera time for a promo…
*The Hybrid laughs at that though his face doesn’t change from its mask of concentration so the laugh comes out sounding humorless and slightly creepy. His voice continues in that same monotone… kinda like it’s coming from somewhere far away… the way a person sounds when they’re talking in their sleep… all of the emotion inside his head.*
Damian: I know you haven’t known me long, Emrys… not nearly as long as you’ve known the rest of my adopted family… but you’ll quickly come to realize that I don’t do promos or interviews. If you want to film me training or talking to my mentor, than fine… but I honestly don’t have time for cutting promos.
*Emrys shifts behind the camera though he keeps his hand steady... his years of practice following The Blackwells coming into play here. But still… that faraway monotone is sooo unsettling…*
Emrys: Well, I’m just doing my job, Man… Trevor says that the powers that be are real big on trash talking these days so he wanted me to get something out of you. You’ve been watching it long enough… why don’t you just tell me what your thoughts on what Branden Harvey had to say recently?
*Again, The Hybrid’s voice barely shows any inflection of emotion… almost like he’s talking to himself… like this is something he does far more often than talking to other people…*
Damian: Branden Harvey… what an ungrateful prick… You try to do a guy a favor… try to get him noticed… give him a little bit of spotlight… even get him put in the main event of Asylum… and all he does is bitch and whine… Listen to him, Emrys… he’s still going on about how I attacked him backstage… about how I’m too much of a “Street Fighter”… about how management still “allows” me to do what I do… as if they could stop me…
*Damian clears his throat and actually spares the camera a brief glance before looking back at Branden Harvey’s dopey face on the flat screen.*
Damian: Branden is trying so hard to sound confident… he almost seems like he’s trying to convince himself more than me or the fans. But I can smell his fear… it runs from his pores like sweat… it oozes from his very being. His face may be a mask of steel resolve but his eyes tell a completely different tale… They say that eyes are the windows to the soul… and Branden Harvey’s soul is quaking in terror.
*Emrys goes to say something in response but The Barbed Wire Buzzsaw just runs over him… his voice now showing a bit of emotion as he picks up steam… Disgust isn’t the right word, but it’s the first one that comes to mind.*
Damian: Y’know, I bet that Branden Harvey is actually quite skilled in the ring. I bet he’s really going to give me a tough fight… but he lacks confidence in his own skills… you could just chalk it up to his inexperience but I think it’s something much more. See, Branden keeps talking about me as a Veteran of these mat wars. He keeps saying that he’s just a rookie and I’ve got so much more experience than he does. But again, he proves that he hasn’t really been paying attention… that his education is lacking.
*The Barbed Wire Buzzsaw sits back now in his mentor’s red and black recliner… the leather absorbing him as he puts his hands together, steepling the fingers as he stares over them at the Supersonic promo on the flat screen.*
Damian: I’m not much more than a rookie, myself. My first professional matches were just a little less than a year ago in APW against guys like Level One and “The King of Haagen Dasz” Vic Diaz in preparation for my APW Xtreme Title Shot at Rasslemania. And just like what Branden is up against now with me… I was also getting ready for the fight of my life against a more finely honed talent in “The White Lion” Michael Lively. I was going against guys who had been in the business much longer than me, learning from every match I was in… making myself better… discovering my “A” Game. And honestly, Michael Lively and Level One spoke from fear… much as Branden Harvey is now… Not because I was a veteran but because they could see my training and my focus in every move I made… they could see my fearlessness in my every word. They knew that I was ready for the big time. And make no mistake about it… despite our low production values and low budgets, IWC is no “beginner’s fed”… this most certainly is the big time. I’ve dreamed of being in IWC since I was a kid watching Trevor Blackwell and Matthew Cail and Hurricane Jeff and Twister and Kaos and Corporate Victim and Reaper rip each other apart for the right to be IWC Insane Champion. I just hope President Jeff is a better promoter than Steve Beckett was. But I’m no veteran like Branden Harvey seems to think. But he treats me like one… and apparently Reginald Schmidt does too… I mean, he is letting me carry tonight’s main event. This is more of a testament to Trevor Blackwell’s training than anything else. See, because of the way I’ve been taught to speak to people and carry myself, they think that I’ve been at this sport for years. Apparently Trevor Blackwell’s “control” is already paying off. Not bad for a mere puppet, huh? I’m no puppet… I’m a disciple… I’m a student of the game. And I’m finally ready to unleash what I’ve learned on not just Branden Harvey but all of the IWC Misfits…
*Emrys laughs and suddenly The Barbed Wire Buzzsaw’s face snaps towards him like a cobra ready to strike. The cameraman jumps back, the pirated feed shaking for a moment before he collects himself.*
Emrys: I… I wasn’t laughing at you, Damian. I was just thinking about how Branden Harvey honestly believes he’s going to be IWC Insane Champion…
*The Hybrid shakes his head, looking back at the flat screen… staring into The Supersonic One’s eyes through the magic of prerecorded tape…*
Damian: IWC Insane Champion… Branden Harvey just doesn’t get it… this isn’t the APW Xtreme Championship… This is much more brutal. The IWC Insane Champion honestly has to be the best in the business because every match is No Disqualification and brutal as hell. This isn’t like being APW World Heavyweight Champion. You can’t just become champ through sympathy votes like Sally Talfourd or by kissing enough ass like Level One. You have to bleed and sweat and be willing to kill yourself and others for this honor…. To prove that you really are the most violent, bloodthirsty son of a bitch in the entire pro wrestling world… You need to be a prodigy of a true boot camp like The Blackwell Academy. I barely survived my training let alone graduated from it… I just don’t think Branden Harvey has what it takes… at least not yet…
*At this, “The Hybrid” Damian Dimitri approaches the camera. Emrys can’t help himself, despite all his experiences and conditioning, he still backs himself into the locker room wall out of fear as The Barbed Wire Buzzsaw’s eyes almost seem to light up when he smiles for the first time today.*
Damian: The bottom line is this… Branden, you better be fucking ready… you better be more than just mentally prepared. You better be ready to put your body on the line to defeat me and entertain these fans. You better be ready to put all your fear behind you and find the kind of bravery you didn’t even know you were capable of digging up. You better be ready to be stretched to your bodily limits by The Hybrid Twist and be prepared to hold back the screams that threaten to rip violently out of your throat. You better bring your Sonic Boom and every other move you have in your arsenal because I’m ready for you. My body is pure electricity and I’ll have ice water running through my veins tonight. I’ll be on fire for this crowd, feeding off the chants and cheers of the IWC Faithful. I’ll be ready to step up at take my place as THE Man To Beat in Insane Wrestling Championships. And by the end of tonight, Branden Harvey better be ready to step up beside me or lay broken beneath my boots.
*The pirated video of feed of The Blackwells’ Personal Cameraman, Emrys fades out on the widening of Damian’s sick smile… looking like a demon in the ghastly flicker of the flat screen behind him… *
Damian: How’s that for a fucking promo?
