Post by The Paragon of Hardcore on Nov 26, 2010 19:24:21 GMT -4
*The pirated video feed of The Blackwells’ Personal Cameraman, Emrys statics into life outside the Quicken Loans Arena for the third time tonight… twice on this parking garage… It shows APW Legends, Dr. Matt and Twister… fresh off being victorious and hearing the crowd chant their names for the first time in a while… feels like it was forever ago… They’re both nothing but smiles and testosterone as they walk out in their street clothes, carrying bags toward their cars.
Dr. Matt: That felt great… nice to know I still got it…
*Twister laughs as they step into the shadows of the parking garage.*
Twister: Yeah, the roar of the crowd was pretty cool… I’ve got other engagements now though… I’m pretty sure this is going to be a very limited gig for me… But it was still nice working with you again…
*Dr. Matt reaches his car and beeps off the alarm with his remote… putting his bags in his trunk.*
Dr. Matt: If you want to party tonight, Twister… We’re in America… This is a holiday for them… so I figure I’m gonna go smoke… so if you want to tag along…
*Twister laughs… morbidly amused, just like everyone else who watches the Good Doctor.*
Twister: I think I’ll have to pass… I’m supposed to be giving my girl a call and…
*Suddenly a third voice enters the scene. A young guy in a “Fear Twister’s Rage” Hoodie approaches, brandishing a APW 100th Overdrive Program and a black Permanent Marker like they were his pride and joy.*
Twister Fan: Hey! Twister! Dr. Matt! I’m a huge fan! Can I get an autograph?
*Dr. Matt pauses for a moment… the way a deer does when it realizes wolves are around… but The Doctor of Mattisfaction has never been known for his clear thinking…*
Dr. Matt: Absolutely, Man… $20 American… $30 Canadian…
*Give him a break… he’s a crackhead.*
*The hooded fan laughs… the shadows of the parking garage and his own drawn hood obscure about three quarters of his face… but the streetlight still picks up a wide shark’s smile… For a moment, Twister swears they’re all incisors.
That’s when the former multiple time World Heavyweight Champion notices the woman standing a few feet behind the fan, her arms folded… With her long, dyed red hair and her ice blue eyes that look through you, more than at you… “The Hardcore Princess” Kristina Blackwell approaches… another predatory smile curling her ruby lips.*
Kristina: You guys ARE slow and out of shape… I can’t believe you didn’t see this coming….
*When security asks Matt Cail and The Natural Disaster how this happened… when they unchain them and use Neosporin on the angry red welts… The APW Hall of Famers will say that this all happened so fast, they didn’t even really have a chance to react… Dr. Matt will be quoted as saying, “I shoulda seen it coming…”
Like something out of a horror movie, The Twister Fan seems to explode off his feet like a rocket. As the hood peels back, The Barbed Wire Buzzsaw, “The Hybrid” Damian Dimitri wraps his arms around the back of Twister’s head and falls onto his back with a sudden Codebreaker.. With the vocal range of a ring announcer, a seemingly random voice calls from off camera. *
Voice Over: THROUGH HOWLING WINDS AND POURING RAIN…
*A masked man… well, helmeted… in biker leather… one some may remember as The Midnight Rider comes running across a neighboring car and soars through the air… almost taking Dr. Matt’s head clean off his shoulders with a beautiful Shining Wizard. Trevor and Kristina both look at him curiously.
”The Hybrid” Damian Dimitri grabs Dr. Matt by the seat of his pants and the neck of his shirt… The Barbed Wire Buzzsaw spins and just DRILLS The Good Doctor head first into the Driver’s Side door of his own car. Damian smiles down to the bloodstain he leaves behind. The Hardcore Princess steps over to Twister and brings her boot down on his throat with a vicious stomp.*
Kristina: Did you really miss all this, Twister? Wasn’t it more comfy at home? Weren’t you really enjoying retirement?
*Suddenly a scraping noise runs through the spines of everyone present. The ringleader of all this… “The Paragon of Hardcore” Trevor Blackwell drags his Singapore Cane behind him along the gritty concrete. Immediately upon seeing him, a bloody Doctor of Mattisfaction bursts to his feet… He lunges himself at The Career Killer with everything he has left after his tag match and the beating he just took… he spears the smug Blackwell to the ground.
But heroes always get the short end of the… Cane… No sooner do they hit the ground then Dr. Matt is besieged by boots from seemingly every direction. Kristina Blackwell, Damian Dimitri, and The Midnight Rider stomp a mudhole in the Good Doctor and walk it dry. The Midnight Rider reaches down and hoists The Doctor of Mattisfaction up onto his shoulders… pausing for a moment for effect before almost putting the hapless APW Hall of Famer through the hood of his own car with a shocking Hurridriver that sets off Matt’s car alarm.
The Hardcore Princess steps over, pulls the alarm remote from Cail’s jacket pocket, rolls him to the concrete with thud that Dr. Matt doesn’t even feel… he kinda hears it in the distance just before he loses consciousness… and silences the cacophony of the siren. Kristina climbs onto the hood of a neighboring car and soars off with The Blackwell Beauty… landing an almost flawlessly executed Corkscrew 450 Splash that crushes the hot air out of Twister.
The Barbed Wire Buzzsaw, “The Hybrid” Damian Dimitri… still in his “Fear Twister’s Rage” Hoodie (circa 2002… from the original IWC)… pulls a few thick steel chains from a motorcycle and brings them over. Trevor picks up Dr. Matt and looks at The Midnight Rider. The Man of Many Identities picks Twister up with a sigh and the two biggest men there put the APW Hall of Famers up against the car. Kristina Blackwell uses the hooks on the chains to make improvised handcuffs and chain them to the car on their hands and knees to opposite bumpers. The Midnight Rider turns to The Excellence of Extreme and gives him a very manly hug before walking off towards the exit without a word.*
Trevor: Wait… I don’t remember calling you to be here… Who the hell are you, anyway?
*The Midnight Rider answers by striking a very Superhero Pose and running off.*
Kristina: Fucking nutjobs, those guys you picked for The Midnight Riders… every last one of them…
*Damian Dimitri leans in between the shoulders of his adopted family.*
Damian: Was that really…?
*The Career Killer shrugs it off and looks over to a groaning Dr. Matt. Trevor nods to Kristina and The Hardcore Princess pulls her Stiletto Blades from her boots and proceeds to slice the shirts straight off the APW Hall of Famers’ backs… exposing the skin to the crisp November night.
The Excellence of Extreme leans in real close to the ear of “Hardcore As Hell” Dr. Matt… no homo… he brandishes his Singapore Cane like a sword as Matthew Cail tries to negotiate with consciousness.*
Trevor: Hey, Doc… How many federations have we done this in? WWC, TCW, APW… Don’t you realize by now that every time you poke your head out into the wrestling world, I’m going to swing for it with my Cane?
*The Paragon of Hardcore stands up and steps back a few paces before bringing his Singapore Cane like an executioner with an axe at the back of The Mattisfier’s head. Dr. Matt’s face bounces off the back bumper of his own car and Cail decides that the price consciousness is asking is just way too high and loses it completely. But its alright, its only for the few moments it takes Trevor Blackwell to bring his Singapore Cane down on Matt’s back like he had spray painted a building… angry, raised red welts blossom on his back like flowers in springtime.
The Hardcore Icon stands above his handiwork with a smile as Hardcore as Hell tries to struggle to his feet despite the chain.*
Trevor: Always a survivor, huh, Matt? Want a piece of me? APW isn’t where you’ll find me…
*Kristina sits on his back as Dr. Matt settles down… her weight sending fresh pain through his flesh. She watches her big brother take a leisurely stroll over to their other captive.*
Trevor: HEY TWISTY!!!
*The Excellence of Extreme actually hops up onto the hood of a neighboring car and jumps off… bringing his Singapore Cane down so hard that The Natural Disaster’s back splinters and bleeds just like the Cane does… neither entirely straight and strong anymore. Damian Dimitri steps up beside him and The Career Killer puts his arm around his prodigy’s shoulders.*
Trevor: I see you’ve met my student, Twister. I remember there was a point where you and I were so closely associated, you could’ve been the one to train Damian. He wasn’t lying when he said he was a huge fan, Twisty… He really is. He can’t wait to step in the ring with you one day. But you won’t find him in APW…
*Damian lashes out a boot into Twister’s bare ribs just out of plain Dominance and spite… Twister howls with pain and flops down on the concrete… laying as prone as the chain hooked around his wrists will let him… the blood from his back running down his side. Ever the fighting champion… Twister struggles back to his feet and yanks at the chain… threatening to yank the bumper off Dr. Matt’s car.
Trevor steps back… Kristina and Damian flanking him.*
Trevor: Consider this an invitation my old friends… I’m not sure if its an invitation to a party or to your funerals… But The Blackwells are back for a limited time… And you can only find us in one place…
*The Hardcore Princess and The Barbed Wire Buzzsaw each step out of the way and The Paragon of Hardcore becomes a whirlwind of Singapore Cane shots… each word he screams is punctuated on the bare back of one of his captives… alternating back and forth.*
Trevor: COME… GET… US… IN… I… W… C!!!
*The Singapore Cane lays shattered and splintered in his hand… the pirated video feed of The Blackwells’ Personal Cameraman, Emrys starts t fade on all three Blackwells striking that patented Crucifix Pose… completely fading to darkness on Trevor’s words.*
Trevor: May the gods have mercy on your souls…
