Post by The Paragon of Hardcore on Dec 4, 2010 3:04:08 GMT -4
*The pirated camera feed of The Blackwells’ Personal Cameraman, Emrys statics into life to show the very bowels of the building that this Sunday night will play host to a few hundred rabid fans as the Misfits of Insane Wrestling Championships but on the third Asylum of the President Jeff era. For the rest of the time during the two weeks between each show, this glorified warehouse is the site of the infamous Blackwell Academy. This building has been referred to before as The House of Horrors… A proving ground for modern day Hardcore Icons… a training camp for people twisted enough to have watched “The Career Killer” Trevor Blackwell leap off a balcony and drive “The KaotiK” Kenny Lambardo through three tables with a Full Throttle and said, “Hey! That’s what I wanna be when I grow up!”… Maybe we should blame the parents…
Standing in the dirty, bloodstained, frayed ring is the third Blackwell… the one who chose not to join this new version of IWC alongside his siblings. But don’t think him soft… despite not exactly being in prime ring shape, “The Xtremist” Tony Blackwell is possibly the most mentally unstable of his family… he’s the man who giggled (slightly drunkenly) as he set the fire that made the box truck explode and all but sealed Katrina “Arcadia” Olivetti’s fate last week... smiled as he felt the heat of the flames warm his face… his black soul… as for a moment, he relived the glory days of his APW Xtreme Title run…
Now, Trevor’s little brother, “The Xtremist” Tony Blackwell watched the next generation… the only man to have survived training with The Blackwells with his life and soul intact… the kid that calls himself The Barbed Wire Buzzsaw… “The Hybrid” Damian Dimitri… Staring back at him from the kid’s eyes is a raw, volatile mixture of hunger, rage, and confusion that he’s never seen before. That look is enough to ignite (no pun intended) something within the grizzled Xtremist… I guess the same thing that explodes within any predator when he senses danger… when he realizes he isn’t the only one on the prowl tonight.
“The Xtremist” Tony Blackwell instantly explodes off his feet like a chambered bullet out of a .45… He knocks the wind out of Damian Dimitri as he slams the kid to the ground with a brutal Spear. Flying on auto pilot, Tony Blackwell wraps his arms around the former Blackwell Student’s waist and rolls powerfully up to his feet, dragging a hapless Barbed Wire Buzzsaw with him. Before The Hybrid’s relatively inexperienced brain has a chance to register what is about to be done to him… before he has a chance to try to block or reverse… “The Xtremist” Tony Blackwell spins on his feet and savagely Belly To Belly Suplexes Damian into the turnbuckle with so much force that the battle worn ring almost seems to move a few inches.
Feeling the lust of battle… of ring wars long enough in the past that his very muscles seem to crave the combat and drive him to further acts of violence and brutality… Tony Blackwell gut-wrenches the nearly limp rookie up past is feet and into the air… flipping him upside down like a rag doll and driving him back down to the mat with a ring shaking Powerbomb. Roaring an almost bestial battle cry, The Xtremist bends The Hybrid over and lifts him into the air on his shoulders again, spinning towards the corner post next to him with a speed that you wouldn’t think Tony Blackwell’s stocky form was capable of at first glance, setting the poor kid up for the second leg of Tony’s patented Triple Shot Jaegerbomb.
In the slow motion sequence that always passes through Tony Blackwell’s chairshot addled mind, he looks up at Damian Dimitri… expecting to see the usual look of shock and horror and pain that he remembers always seeing in the eyes of the victims of this move… he instead sees malice and viciousness echoed back at him. The Barbed Wire Buzzsaw almost smiles as he throws his body back into a Hurricanrana, letting his leg strength and Tony’s own momentum send The Xtremist face first into the turnbuckle. Hopping back up to his feet after crawling through Tony Blackwell’s legs, he waits for him to turn around before tucking The Xtremist’s head under his arm and hooking his leg… With something akin to a battle cry, the young Blackwell Student spins his body… throwing all of their combined weight into a tailspin before drilling Tony onto his head.
Damian uses the Blackwell Academy ring’s too-tightly-wound ropes to stagger to his feet when a familiar voice booms from off camera*
Trevor: What the fuck was that move, Kid?!
*This is a VERY familiar voice to “The Hybrid” Damian Dimitri… he’s had it in his ear and over his shoulder years now… it’s the voice of his mentor… The Excellence of Extreme… “The Paragon of Hardcore” Trevor Blackwell… he’s been the voice of wisdom and almost like a father to young Damian in some of the most important parts of his life… Now the voice just hurts and with a vocal expression of that pain, The Barbed Wire Buzzsaw runs the ropes quickly for momentum and dives between the top and middle ropes…
The Paragon of Hardcored didn’t even remotely see this coming… the top of his student’s head collides with his jaw and the two go sprawling onto the cold concrete, dropping the envelope he had in his hand. Trevor is immediately back on his feet and almost has a chance to regain his balance before Damian Dimitri wraps his hands around the back of his head before bringing him face first into his student’s knees with a Codebreaker out of nowhere. Consciousness swims for a moment as Trevor Blackwell looks up at his student kneeling on his chest. The confusion and rage in eyes that aren’t ice blue but no less intense.*
Damian: That’s a really good question, Trevor! What the fuck was that?!
*Trevor doesn’t know what’s going on for a moment.*
Trevor: You don’t mean the move, do you?
*The Hybrid grabs his mentor’s throat and puts his feet into the Hardcore Legend’s gut before rolling onto his back and Monkey Flipping Trevor Blackwell into more setup chairs.*
Damian: I’m doing about Katrina! What the fuck was that bullshit with the Red Shield Mafia?!
*The Paragon of Hardcore smiles to himself as he rolls to his feet on the cold concrete, surrounded by upended steel chairs… he swears this kid MUST be related to him somewhere…*
Trevor: Who… Arcadia?! Is that what this is about? You’re pissed I attacked your little Lucha Chick?
*The Hybrid growls out his words… Trevor almost laughs at himself as the kid starts to rush him… so young…*
Damian: My Little Lucha Chick?! You fuckin’ asshole! You coulda fucking killed her! Why? What the fuck did she do to you?!
*He rushes Trevor… but we don’t really get to find out whether Damian’s next attack is one of high flying beauty or desperate brutality because the veteran Hardcore Icon just flattens him like a mack truck with a Drop Toehold that sends the angry young man face first into a still open Steel Chair. He kneels over Damian, slightly out of breath as the kid tries to get the world to stop spinning long enough for him to get up.*
Trevor: What the hell do you mean, “What did she do to me”? Are you new? I’m Trevor Fuckin’ Blackwell! This is what I do with all my opponents, Kid… I test them. I test their limits to see how hard I can go on them in the ring… Whether I’m going to kill them while I’m just having fun. Don’t worry… she’s not dead… She’s more Hardcora than you give her credit for… The exploding truck was Young Mannie’s idea though…
*The Barbed Wire Buzzsaw sits back on his ass and tries to get his head to stop throbbing… an indentation on the chair next to him from his face…*
Damian: How do you know she’s ok? How can you just laugh this off, you twisted sonofabitch?!
*The Paragon of Hardcore wobbles on his feet for a moment as he finds his balance and grabs Damian by the hair… With a mighty heave, Trevor Blackwell tosses Damian Dimitiri into more chairs in the direction of the envelope he dropped. He picks it up from next to the Kid’s head and produces a rectangular piece of paper from it.*
Trevor: The Hardcora little Bitch sent me her rent check on time… You better keep your emotional attachments in check, Damian… Wait until you see what I do to her Sunday night… She proved she can take a beating, now the Luchadora needs to show she can take me down. And I honestly don’t think she can. Arcadia’s come a long way since she was debuting in APW but I don’t think she has it in her to do take someone like me down by any means necessary. She’s going to have to not care what he fans think… she’s going to have to rely on instinct… she’s going to have to bring all of her training to bear if she wants a chance of lasting three minutes in the ring with me after that assault. I honestly don’t think she’s hit that kind of place in her mind yet… I’m sure she’ll say she is… I bet she even truly believes she is… but she’s not…
But Sunday I give her the opportunity… She’s in the main event for the first time and The Hardcora Luchadora’s in such a unique position… She doesn’t even have to win this Sunday to leave her mark. All she has to do is prove that she can hang with The Paragon of Hardcore in a main event on Asylum. She has to prove that she can take the hellacious thrashing that I’m going to give her and be able to walk out with her head high for the IWC Faithful to chant her name. This is her chance to show what she can do… to show Reggie that she looks even better against me in the main event than she does in a meaningless mid card match with Amber. And I’m going to help her.
*The Excellence of Extreme puts a hand out to his protégé with a smile. The Hybrid takes the hand and stands, brushing himself off and leaning on the ring apron.*
Trevor: Every match means something right now, Damian. EVERY one… We have the first IWC Supershow of the President Jeff era and you better believe Reggie is gonna start talking about title contendership. I’d rather be IWC Insane Champion than APW World Heavyweight Champion… I think there’s more honor here. You can’t just pull a Level One or Sally Talfourd in IWC and suck Jeff’s dick for title shots. You have to legitimately be the best. And unlike under the bright lights and in front of the stadium sized crowds of APW… in IWC you actually get the chance to show what you’re really capable of.
This is Arcadia’s chance to show what she’s capable of and I’m going to make her famous by putting her right back in the hospital.
*A sick smile curls the lips of The Paragon of Hardcore… you can see in his ice blue eyes that he truly loves what he does.*
Trevor: So I really do hope your little girlfriend is ok. I hope she’s sturdy enough to take what I threw at her and come back with everything she can dredge up from the very depths of her soul. I hope I walk out of this with lasting scars that remain as a constant reminder of my battle with her… because I will be leaving mine…*
*Damian glares at him as the scene fades*
Standing in the dirty, bloodstained, frayed ring is the third Blackwell… the one who chose not to join this new version of IWC alongside his siblings. But don’t think him soft… despite not exactly being in prime ring shape, “The Xtremist” Tony Blackwell is possibly the most mentally unstable of his family… he’s the man who giggled (slightly drunkenly) as he set the fire that made the box truck explode and all but sealed Katrina “Arcadia” Olivetti’s fate last week... smiled as he felt the heat of the flames warm his face… his black soul… as for a moment, he relived the glory days of his APW Xtreme Title run…
Now, Trevor’s little brother, “The Xtremist” Tony Blackwell watched the next generation… the only man to have survived training with The Blackwells with his life and soul intact… the kid that calls himself The Barbed Wire Buzzsaw… “The Hybrid” Damian Dimitri… Staring back at him from the kid’s eyes is a raw, volatile mixture of hunger, rage, and confusion that he’s never seen before. That look is enough to ignite (no pun intended) something within the grizzled Xtremist… I guess the same thing that explodes within any predator when he senses danger… when he realizes he isn’t the only one on the prowl tonight.
“The Xtremist” Tony Blackwell instantly explodes off his feet like a chambered bullet out of a .45… He knocks the wind out of Damian Dimitri as he slams the kid to the ground with a brutal Spear. Flying on auto pilot, Tony Blackwell wraps his arms around the former Blackwell Student’s waist and rolls powerfully up to his feet, dragging a hapless Barbed Wire Buzzsaw with him. Before The Hybrid’s relatively inexperienced brain has a chance to register what is about to be done to him… before he has a chance to try to block or reverse… “The Xtremist” Tony Blackwell spins on his feet and savagely Belly To Belly Suplexes Damian into the turnbuckle with so much force that the battle worn ring almost seems to move a few inches.
Feeling the lust of battle… of ring wars long enough in the past that his very muscles seem to crave the combat and drive him to further acts of violence and brutality… Tony Blackwell gut-wrenches the nearly limp rookie up past is feet and into the air… flipping him upside down like a rag doll and driving him back down to the mat with a ring shaking Powerbomb. Roaring an almost bestial battle cry, The Xtremist bends The Hybrid over and lifts him into the air on his shoulders again, spinning towards the corner post next to him with a speed that you wouldn’t think Tony Blackwell’s stocky form was capable of at first glance, setting the poor kid up for the second leg of Tony’s patented Triple Shot Jaegerbomb.
In the slow motion sequence that always passes through Tony Blackwell’s chairshot addled mind, he looks up at Damian Dimitri… expecting to see the usual look of shock and horror and pain that he remembers always seeing in the eyes of the victims of this move… he instead sees malice and viciousness echoed back at him. The Barbed Wire Buzzsaw almost smiles as he throws his body back into a Hurricanrana, letting his leg strength and Tony’s own momentum send The Xtremist face first into the turnbuckle. Hopping back up to his feet after crawling through Tony Blackwell’s legs, he waits for him to turn around before tucking The Xtremist’s head under his arm and hooking his leg… With something akin to a battle cry, the young Blackwell Student spins his body… throwing all of their combined weight into a tailspin before drilling Tony onto his head.
Damian uses the Blackwell Academy ring’s too-tightly-wound ropes to stagger to his feet when a familiar voice booms from off camera*
Trevor: What the fuck was that move, Kid?!
*This is a VERY familiar voice to “The Hybrid” Damian Dimitri… he’s had it in his ear and over his shoulder years now… it’s the voice of his mentor… The Excellence of Extreme… “The Paragon of Hardcore” Trevor Blackwell… he’s been the voice of wisdom and almost like a father to young Damian in some of the most important parts of his life… Now the voice just hurts and with a vocal expression of that pain, The Barbed Wire Buzzsaw runs the ropes quickly for momentum and dives between the top and middle ropes…
The Paragon of Hardcored didn’t even remotely see this coming… the top of his student’s head collides with his jaw and the two go sprawling onto the cold concrete, dropping the envelope he had in his hand. Trevor is immediately back on his feet and almost has a chance to regain his balance before Damian Dimitri wraps his hands around the back of his head before bringing him face first into his student’s knees with a Codebreaker out of nowhere. Consciousness swims for a moment as Trevor Blackwell looks up at his student kneeling on his chest. The confusion and rage in eyes that aren’t ice blue but no less intense.*
Damian: That’s a really good question, Trevor! What the fuck was that?!
*Trevor doesn’t know what’s going on for a moment.*
Trevor: You don’t mean the move, do you?
*The Hybrid grabs his mentor’s throat and puts his feet into the Hardcore Legend’s gut before rolling onto his back and Monkey Flipping Trevor Blackwell into more setup chairs.*
Damian: I’m doing about Katrina! What the fuck was that bullshit with the Red Shield Mafia?!
*The Paragon of Hardcore smiles to himself as he rolls to his feet on the cold concrete, surrounded by upended steel chairs… he swears this kid MUST be related to him somewhere…*
Trevor: Who… Arcadia?! Is that what this is about? You’re pissed I attacked your little Lucha Chick?
*The Hybrid growls out his words… Trevor almost laughs at himself as the kid starts to rush him… so young…*
Damian: My Little Lucha Chick?! You fuckin’ asshole! You coulda fucking killed her! Why? What the fuck did she do to you?!
*He rushes Trevor… but we don’t really get to find out whether Damian’s next attack is one of high flying beauty or desperate brutality because the veteran Hardcore Icon just flattens him like a mack truck with a Drop Toehold that sends the angry young man face first into a still open Steel Chair. He kneels over Damian, slightly out of breath as the kid tries to get the world to stop spinning long enough for him to get up.*
Trevor: What the hell do you mean, “What did she do to me”? Are you new? I’m Trevor Fuckin’ Blackwell! This is what I do with all my opponents, Kid… I test them. I test their limits to see how hard I can go on them in the ring… Whether I’m going to kill them while I’m just having fun. Don’t worry… she’s not dead… She’s more Hardcora than you give her credit for… The exploding truck was Young Mannie’s idea though…
*The Barbed Wire Buzzsaw sits back on his ass and tries to get his head to stop throbbing… an indentation on the chair next to him from his face…*
Damian: How do you know she’s ok? How can you just laugh this off, you twisted sonofabitch?!
*The Paragon of Hardcore wobbles on his feet for a moment as he finds his balance and grabs Damian by the hair… With a mighty heave, Trevor Blackwell tosses Damian Dimitiri into more chairs in the direction of the envelope he dropped. He picks it up from next to the Kid’s head and produces a rectangular piece of paper from it.*
Trevor: The Hardcora little Bitch sent me her rent check on time… You better keep your emotional attachments in check, Damian… Wait until you see what I do to her Sunday night… She proved she can take a beating, now the Luchadora needs to show she can take me down. And I honestly don’t think she can. Arcadia’s come a long way since she was debuting in APW but I don’t think she has it in her to do take someone like me down by any means necessary. She’s going to have to not care what he fans think… she’s going to have to rely on instinct… she’s going to have to bring all of her training to bear if she wants a chance of lasting three minutes in the ring with me after that assault. I honestly don’t think she’s hit that kind of place in her mind yet… I’m sure she’ll say she is… I bet she even truly believes she is… but she’s not…
But Sunday I give her the opportunity… She’s in the main event for the first time and The Hardcora Luchadora’s in such a unique position… She doesn’t even have to win this Sunday to leave her mark. All she has to do is prove that she can hang with The Paragon of Hardcore in a main event on Asylum. She has to prove that she can take the hellacious thrashing that I’m going to give her and be able to walk out with her head high for the IWC Faithful to chant her name. This is her chance to show what she can do… to show Reggie that she looks even better against me in the main event than she does in a meaningless mid card match with Amber. And I’m going to help her.
*The Excellence of Extreme puts a hand out to his protégé with a smile. The Hybrid takes the hand and stands, brushing himself off and leaning on the ring apron.*
Trevor: Every match means something right now, Damian. EVERY one… We have the first IWC Supershow of the President Jeff era and you better believe Reggie is gonna start talking about title contendership. I’d rather be IWC Insane Champion than APW World Heavyweight Champion… I think there’s more honor here. You can’t just pull a Level One or Sally Talfourd in IWC and suck Jeff’s dick for title shots. You have to legitimately be the best. And unlike under the bright lights and in front of the stadium sized crowds of APW… in IWC you actually get the chance to show what you’re really capable of.
This is Arcadia’s chance to show what she’s capable of and I’m going to make her famous by putting her right back in the hospital.
*A sick smile curls the lips of The Paragon of Hardcore… you can see in his ice blue eyes that he truly loves what he does.*
Trevor: So I really do hope your little girlfriend is ok. I hope she’s sturdy enough to take what I threw at her and come back with everything she can dredge up from the very depths of her soul. I hope I walk out of this with lasting scars that remain as a constant reminder of my battle with her… because I will be leaving mine…*
*Damian glares at him as the scene fades*
