Post by "The Hybrid" Damian Dimitri on Nov 21, 2010 20:08:24 GMT -4
*I’d like to say that the pirated video feed of The Blackwells’ Personal Cameraman, Emrys statics into life to show The Barbed Wire Buzzsaw, “The Hybrid” Damian Dimitri sitting in the back of a posh black stretch limo with “The Hardcore Princess” Kristina Blackwell looking out the window at the trashiest collection of Long Island’s bottom feeders standing in the cold at a bus stop waiting for the S63 to pick them up and take them to Patchogue while her 9yr old neice, Skyler tries to get her crush’s attention… but Emrys followed his main employer, “The Career Killer” Trevor Blackwell to film his visit with Tabitha Crowley… and Trevor will have the chance to tell you that story later.
For now, lets fast forward until the night before this week’s Asylum. The Blackwells headed home, offering to drop Damian off but unlike his mentor who’s been in hundreds of professional matches and seems to be confident that he has this match in the bag already, The Barbed Wire Buzzsaw wasn’t done training. So this pirated camera feed of The Blackwells’ Personal Cameraman, Emrys follows The Hybrid across the parking lot of The Blackwell Academy. Tomorrow night, a few hundred, bloodthirsty fans from the Tri-State area would turn this building into the IWC Arena for the second Asylum webcast of the President Jeff Era. Already this era was off to an explosive start and The Barbed Wire Buzzsaw was thrust into the spotlight. By being the squeaky wheel that not only got the grease but also the win in the main event… by being a part of a brutal beatdown and declaration of hostile takeover… the one who orchestrated it if you listen to Branden Harvey… his name is now being talked about in the same breath as names like “The Career Killer” Trevor Blackwell, “The Hardcore Princess” Kristina Blackwell, “The Hardcore Weapon” Damian Darko… he’s in the most talked about match for the second week in a row… and he sure as hell still had some training to do.
He uses Trevor’s key to get into the dark building. Right in front of him as he walks in the door is the bloodstained, dirty ring that serves as Trevor Blackwell and Tabitha Crowley’s playground… The Blackwell Academy. Some of that blood belongs to Damian… he spent a few years here, screaming and writhing on that mat... he made Tabitha Crowley tap on that mat… he practically cut his teeth on that mat. He’s about to toss his duffel bag into the ring when he stops. Its 4 AM… He should be alone here… you should be able to hear the cockroaches scurrying up the basement stairs… but The Hybrid hears something else entirely.
The Barbed Wire Buzzsaw takes off his hoodie and does a few quick squat thrusts, loosening up his knees after riding so long in a limo on the Long Island Expressway… his head cocked to the side as he swears he hears machine gun fire faintly drifting up the basement stairs. Damian drops his duffel bag in a safe place and pulls out a roll of duct tape. Most wrestlers just tape their wrists before matches… but training under someone like “The Vicious Vixen” Tabitha Crowley put him in the habit of taping his wrists any time he got in a ring. If nothing else, with his high risk style, the tape kept his wrists straight and minimized stupid little injuries. This time he wraps the duct tape around his wrists almost unconsciously… like someone pressed the “tape your wrists” button on his training autopilot. His attention is completely focused on the basement stairs as he’s almost positive he just heard a decidedly female voice curse in anger… it might have even been in Spanish…
The flickering of a muted light guides his way down the stairs into The Blackwell Academy’s storage area. The sound of gunfire and screams is a bit louder down here… cockroaches scurry past his feet and a surprised mouse squeal draws his attention from in the darkness for a moment. But that moment is all it takes… that split second of not watching exactly where he’s going is reprimanded with a blow to the head. White light explodes behind Damian Dimitri’s eyes. He lets out a yelp of surprise and pain as he looks toward the direction of his attack realizes he fell afoul of a large green waterpipe. The ringing in his ears and the throbbing in his temples subsides enough for him to register that the gunfire and screams had stopped. Still following the flickering light, he staggers towards a large curtain. He lifts it and ducks underneath and hears some frantic rustling from beyond another curtain. (For some reason I see the Tusken Raider camp on Tatooine in Star Wars: Knights of The Old Republic.)
Looking to his left in the low gloom he notices wrestling leotards and a few lucha libre style masks laying in a pile next to a laundry hamper… he mumbles to himself…*
Damian: Trevor sure stores some strange shit down here…
*And suddenly… just like that… “The Hybrid” Damian Dimitri is on the floor. A rather sharp blade seemingly to his throat. The figure on top of him… a girl if his instincts are right… it really wasn’t that heavy… but the figure was silhouetted against the flickering light so he couldn’t actually see any features. The voice, definitely female addressed him in Spanglish.*
Figure: Hola… I’m used to defending my territory from cockroaches but you’re a completely different kind of intruder, Chico…
*The Barbed Wire Buzzsaw puts his hands up in mock submission, then suddenly grabs the figure’s wrists and monkey flips it over his head. The Blackwell Prodigy kips up to his feet and turns in the direction he sent the figure but sees no one there.*
Damian: Who are you? Batman? I didn’t realize anyone lived down here. I was just checking out a noise…
*The Hybrid backs into a curtain and it feels much more solid… and lumpy… then the rest of the walls. He smirks and drops down before spinning and bringing the figure to the ground with a Double Leg Takedown. The wall of curtains falls with the person and wraps them like a mummy. Damian Dimitri kneels on the figure’s stomach (back?) and puts his forearm across their throat (neck?)*
Damian: Look… I don’t want any trouble. I’ll just go back upstairs and train…
*Suddenly the silence is shattered from behind The Hybrid. *
Shouting Voice: DRAGOON!
*Damian Dimitri turns in the low, flickering light just in time to get a crotch in his face. He could tell by the lack of bulge hitting him in the chin that it was in fact a female crotch. Normally, The Barbed Wire Buzzsaw wouldn’t complain about being in this position but it puts him in just enough shock for him to not see the Corkscrew Hurricanrana that nearly twists his head off like a dandelion and sends him flying into more curtains. The female straddles him and rips the curtains off his face. Still the flickering light silhouettes her but he can just make out blonde hair and a lucha mask.*
Damian: Um… Hi. I’m…
*Katrina “Arcadia” Olivetti cuts him off with a bit of a playful hint to her voice.*
Arcadia: “The Hybrid” Damian Dimitri. I know who you are. If I didn’t, I would’ve slit your throat before you got a chance to monkey flip me. I’ve seen you training upstairs… you’re one of The Blackwells.
*The Barbed Wire Buzzsaw squints his eyes, still trying to make out more of her face… those thighs around his waist were damn strong though.*
Damian: I’m not a Blackwell… I just…
*Again, Arcadia cuts him off… flicking some of her hair out of her mask.*
Arcadia: …train with them. I know… But you’re part of that whole family… Trevor, Kristina, Skyler, Tabitha… You’re a Blackwell. But that still doesn’t give you the right to come waltzing into my apartment whenever you feel like it.
*Damian Dimitri looks around at the fallen curtains and looks back up at her.*
Damian: You live here? In the basement?
*She laughs, her thighs squeezing his waist more but a slight bulge starts to form underneath her. Not that Katrina would know what that is…*
Arcadia: Hey! Don’t judge… You try finding an apartment around here for less than $800 a month… I pay rent so this is my territory…
*If The Hybrid could see details, he would notice the hint of a playful smile spreading across Arcadia’s red lips.*
Arcadia: … and I caught you fair and square… so you’re my captive…
*Damian Dimitri just blinks… not sure he gets where this is going… but he swears he’s seen porn online that start like this.*
Damian: What… what do you want from me?
*Ms Olivetti stretches, flexing her abdominal muscles right in Damian’s face.*
Arcadia: The same thing any girl would want from you if you wandered into her apartment at 4 AM…
*The Barbed Wire Buzzsaw’s eyes widen in surprise though he can’t say he doesn’t like the idea…*
Damian: Really? Now? Right here on the floor?
*Katrina laughs… her abs shaking again as her thighs tighten around him.*
Arcadia: Of course… you didn’t think I was gonna take you onto my bed or anything, did you?
*Damian Dimitri smiles wide, thinking he’s hit the jackpot.*
Damian: Then I’m ready when you are…
*Arcadia leans in real close… her breath hot on his skin as her unnaturally athletic body leans against him*
Arcadia: Good…
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*The pirated video feed fades out and into another shot of Katrina “Arcadia” Olivetti and “The Hybrid” Damian Dimitri sitting side by side at two separate televisions with two separate consoles in gaming chairs on the floor, playing Call of Duty: Black Ops. Zombies’ heads explode on the screen as Arcadia barks orders to her team over a headset.*
Damian: This wasn’t exactly what I had in mind…
*Arcadia kinda sorta glances at her new video game teammate.*
Arcadia: Well, I needed someone to watch my back… my team keeps leaving me behind…
