Post by The Paragon of Hardcore on Nov 19, 2010 22:53:49 GMT -4
*The pirated video feed of The Blackwells’ Personal Cameraman, Emrys statics into life to show the interior of a jet black stretch limousine as it does 70 mph down the Long Island Expressway (LIE). This three lane highway that stretches from New York City to its current destination, a dirty town called Riverhead, only has a speed limit of 55 mph… but on Long Island… especially this far out east, the New York State Troopers seem to turn a blind eye towards the wealthier cars and spend their time hassling the less fortunate to fill their notorious monthly ticket quotas. Normally, this wouldn’t be the top choice of transportation for today’s subject… The Paragon of Hardcore, “The Career Killer” Trevor Blackwell… he’s usually much more comfortable riding a large, loud motorcycle… like his legendary 1979 Harley Davidson Fatboy… but today he’s letting his little sister show off. Trevor wasn’t the one that chose this vehicle… it was “The Hardcore Princess” Kristina Blackwell that provided their ride a half hour east from The IWC Arena in Lake Grove to the illustrious Suffolk County Correctional System’s Riverhead Facility.
But, regardless, The Excellence of Extreme is indeed here with Emrys sitting beside him… his camera ever present just like the Singapore Cane across Trevor’s lap. Across from him sits his prize student... the only man to ever survive The Blackwell Academy with most of his sanity intact… The Barbed Wire Buzzsaw, “The Hybrid” Damian Dimitri… fresh off his first win in Insane Wrestling Championships over the far inferior “Supersonic” Branden Harvey… flanking his prodigy are two of the three females responsible for his being in the back of this posh limo… his little sister, “The Hardcore Princess” Kristina Blackwell, who seems very interested in the passing traffic out her window… and his 9 yr old daughter, Skyler Blackwell, who seems very interested in her father’s disciple… she keeps scooting closer and closer to the object of her little girl infatuation, stretching the limits of her seat belt and thinking her Daddy doesn’t notice. The Paragon of Hardcore glances over to his little sister… noticing that she’s not so much looking at the traffic as she is zoning out on it by the glaze that falls over her gaze.*
Trevor: Where the hell did you get this limo, anyway?
*The Hardcore Princess turns her attention towards her older brother and lets out a longsuffering sigh.*
Kristina: Trev…
*The Excellence of Extreme throws up his hands in exhasperation and looks out his own window.*
Trevor: Yeah, yeah… I know… Don’t ask…
*The Hardcore Princess frowns for a moment but the attitude suddenly turns to defiance.*
Kristina: Y’know… you’re lucky that I even got us this limo! I don’t know why the hell we’re wasting our time coming all the way out to fucking Riverhead. I think we should just leave this bitch to rot…
*The Career Killer’s eyes harden as he focuses on a New York State Trooper on the side of the road that already pulled someone over in an old, beaten up Dodge Daytona and paid no attention to the black stretch limousine that just flew past him . The cop almost seemed to be gleefully giving out his citation. Welcome to Long Island…*
Trevor: I can’t. I have to go visit her. I mean, she got arrested trying to do something for me. Not that I asked her to or anything but she was looking out for my best interests.
*His little sister scoffs and turns her eyes, narrowed in anger towards the Paragon of Hardcore.*
Kristina: YOUR best interests… That’s fuckin’ bullshit… Tabitha Crowley has never looked out for anyone’s best interests but her own in her entire life! You’re just blinded by your own emotions to see it. Shit… at least she got picked up by the cops before she got a chance to carve anyone this time. Do I need to bring up the Sabur incident?!
*Trevor’s 9 yr old daughter, Skyler, looks up from what she was doing… having almost inched herself into Damian Dimitri’s lap… with her eyes wide like a baby that just learned a new curse word.*
Skyler: Carve? Like a Thanksgiving Turkey?
*Brother and sister… or in this case, Daddy and Aunt both turn to Skyler but she seems all too used to this… putting up her hands in retreat before they get a chance to admonish her.*
Skyler: I know, I know… You’ll tell me when I’m older…
*The little girl goes back to her slow progression of trying to inch closer to her crush but The Career Killer’s already back at it with his sister. “The Hybrid” Damian Dimitri’s head keeps going back and forth as he watches the two of them… like a spectator at a tennis match.*
Trevor: Why do you have such a problem with her, anyway? What did Tabitha do to you?
*The Hardcore Princess turns back out the window, her eyes on the big green exit sign as the driver turns off the L.I.E.*
Kristina: I don’t know… I just don’t like her… I don’t like the influence she has on you…
*The Excellence of Extreme’s eyes narrow as he appraises his little sister.*
Trevor: Of course you don’t… You never like ANY of my girlfriends… You always find something not to approve of about every one of them.
*The Hardcore Princess wheels on her brother, her eyes wide as her anger and defiance build.*
Kristina: Aren’t you the Chris Cyrus calling the Jason Royce talentless! You and Tony are the same way! You always have an issue with whoever I’m dating! And its for the same reason too. I don’t trust her and I don’t like her… she’s not a Blackwell…
*The Hardcore Icon laughs… making a joke in an attempt to lighten the mood a bit.*
Trevor: Well… that’s a good thing… otherwise having sex with her would just be creepy…
*Kristina Blackwell shakes her head and looks back out the window at the Riverhead Tanger Outlets as the limo stops at a light.*
Kristina: It’s not like she likes me either….
*The Career Killer looks out his own window as the shops on Route 58 pass by.*
Trevor: Of course she doesn’t, Kristina… You carved a fucking “K” into her shoulder, remember?
*The Hardcore Princess almost looks back towards Trevor at that last one but Damian Dimitri has heard enough. He quickly changes the subject as Skyler smiles up at him.*
Damian: Hey Trevor… you do realize we have a match in a few days, right?
*Still distracted by his own thoughts, The Paragon of Hardcore barely hears him.*
Trevor: Do we really?
*The Barbed Wire Buzzsaw looks to 9 yr old Skyler like she’s the only sane one in this entire fucking limo… the glint in her eyes that reflects back to him tells him that he couldn’t be more wrong.*
Damian: Are you serious, Man? You and I have a tag team match against “Supersonic” Branden Harvey and “The Hardcore Weapon” Damian Darko! Did you really just notice this? I’ve been training all fucking week… I’ve…
*The Excellence of Extreme laughs, amused at how his breath fogs up the cold window. And this is Trevor Blackwell when he’s sober. He hasn’t smoked in two days but then he’s been preparing to go to Riverhead Prison and didn’t think that showing up there high would be the greatest idea. Still… his mind isn’t totally clear. He’s suffering from sobriety. But still, the mention of these two guys at least gets his mind off Tabitha and his argument with his sister.*
Trevor: Oh… right…
*The Career Killer’s voice drips with sarcasm when he says his opponent’s nickname.*
Trevor: “Supersonic” Branden Harvey… What a fucking joke… Didn’t we put him out of IWC last week? I promised we’d make an impact… and we did… all over Branden’s flesh.
*The Hardcore Icon turns, his eyes on his prodigy though he snaps out a quick comment to his daughter who’s currently lounging comfortably with her head in The Hybrid’s lap.*
Trevor: Skyler… Sit up, Babygirl…
*The second youngest Blackwell instantly does as her Daddy says and The Paragon of Hardcore continues one of his signature rants.*
Trevor: We seriously have to deal with Branden Harvey again? Man can that kid take a beating… I mean, I’ll give him points for bravery for even having the balls to show back up to the IWC Arena after what we did to him last week but how many times do you have to get your ass kicked before your waltz right through the realm of bravery and straight into the wasteland of stupidity?
*The Barbed Wire Buzzsaw just shakes his head, showing that he echoes his mentor’s sentiments.*
Trevor: Y’know something? I remember another guy I knew almost a decade ago when I was still a rookie in this business who also kept taking a hellacious beating night after night and kept coming back. His name was D2K. Back in Jeff’s old fed, the Combat Wrestling Federation, I dominated the Xtreme Title Division and D2K was my most persistent challenger. At show after show and pay per view after pay per view, I beat this stupid sonofabitch within an inch of his life in Singapore Canes Matches and Inferno Matches and Stairway To Hell Matches and the dumb bastard just kept coming back for more. He had some of the greatest matches of his career against me as we headlined week in and week out… we stole the show on every pay per view month after month… second on the card only to the World Title Match and yet ours was the one everyone talked about the next day at the water cooler. These were the best matches of his career but yet he lost every one! He rode my coattails to superstardom and do you know where he is now?
*Skyler Blackwell’s voice suddenly pipes up.*
Skyler: The hospital?
*Trevor almost laughs… a slow smile creeps across his face but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes.*
Trevor: No… he came out of retirement in IWC… Now he calls himself Jason Royce.
*Skyler and Damian both groan, looking like they just smelled something rotten.*
Trevor: Yeah… There’s a lesson to be learned from this. The ability to absorb ungodly amounts of punishment is a valuable job skill in this line of work… But if you don’t have the talent to win matches to go along with it, you end up an eternal jobber like Jason Royce. Even a mental midget like Level One can tell you that passion and drive are all well and good but if you don’t have the charisma and skill to back it up, you’ll just get the shit kicked out of you and never actually amount to anything. Do you honestly think any of the IWC Faithful are excited by the idea of Jason Royce Vs. Chris Cyrus? The last time anyone cheered for a match that involved Jason Royce was when he faced Sabur in his retirement match at Rasslemania. And that was just because the fans were hoping The Irish Hammer would cripple him on the way out. It doesn’t matter if he DOES have a partner like Damian Darko with him in this match… he’s still just setting himself up to get hurt.
*Trevor is suddenly pulled out of his fugue by his prodigy as they pull up to the Riverhead Prison.*
Damian: Um… who’s Damian Darko?
*For a moment, Trevor and Kristina Blackwell exchange glances… their identical ice blue eyes locking as they share a mutual, evil look… both for different reasons.*
Trevor: That’s a discussion for another day. Darko is a whole different brand of violence.
*With that, The Excellence of Extreme leans over and kisses Skyler on the forehead.*
Skyler: Tell Tabitha I said “Hi!”
*The Career Killer smiles back and opens his door, suddenly very nervous.*
Trevor: I’ll be back.
*Damian Dimitri looks on, more confused than ever.*
