Post by "The Hybrid" Damian Dimitri on Dec 13, 2010 0:45:59 GMT -4
*The pirated video feed of The Blackwells’ Personal Cameraman, Emrys statics into life once again on the dirty, frayed, blood stained ring of The Blackwell Academy on the first floor of the building that houses the IWC Arena. In ten days, that small convention center will be the staging ground for the future of the sports entertainment business. On the 19th, that the Misfits of Insane Wrestling Championships will put on a show called Massacre on 34th Street… the Blackwell Crew will assert it’s dominance… and 2011 will be the year that Damian Dimitri feels he will ride IWC into the upper echelons of this industry…
But despite the fact that The Barbed Wire Buzzsaw’s mind is focused on the future, his eyes can only see a bloodstained canvas. A large arm is wrapped around his neck as the next IWC Insane Champion… “The Paragon of Hardcore” Trevor Blackwell looks on at his little sister, Kristina. 9 yr old Skyler Blackwell sits on a turnbuckle and watches the only family she knows do what she’s being raised to believe is the only true profession on the planet. Damian’s attention is snapped back to his present lesson as he’s spun and drilled head first to the mat. Trevor sits up and looks over at “The Hardcore Princess” Kristina Blackwell with a smile.*
Trevor: That’s a really good move Damian found. The Moss Covered, Three Handled, Blackwell Family Grudenza. You could twist Branden Harvey’s head off like a soda cap with that move before you climb the ladder and grab the IWC Suicidal Championship.
*”The Hybrid” Damian Dimitri stares into Emrys’ camera with a slowly dawning smile… it seems to say that the kid is happy he only sees one Emrys now. The cameraman’s voice drifts into the feed for a moment.*
Emrys: Are you ok, Kid?
*The Barbed Wire Buzzsaw pushes up onto his hands and knees and sits down against the turnbuckle as he focuses on the blinking red light on top of the camera… trying to will the throbbing in his neck to recede just a little bit.*
Damian: That was not a fun move to take… I’m glad I don’t really have to worry about facing Trevor Blackwell for the IWC Insane Championship at Massacre.
*His mentor, Trevor Blackwell approaches him… probably to see if he’s ok… he did drill him on his head pretty hard. Emrys’ voice from off camera again…*
Emrys: You’re in the Battle Royal… that’s for qualification for the Insane Title match too…
*The Excellence of Extreme sees his prodigy stirring and starts to lift him to his feet by his fauxhawk and the Barbed Wire Buzzsaw lunges for the legs. He pulls Trevor Blackwell off his feet in a flash… ties up his legs… and throws himself to the mat… arching The Paragon of Hardcore over in the ungodly positioning of The Hybrid Twist. Blackwell tries to take some of the pressure off his surgically repaired (but ridiculously rehabbed) neck… but only flails around a bit like a trout caught on shore.*
Damian: C’mon, Emrys… you’ve been around this crew for long enough… You see the bigger picture, don’t you? I’m not at Massacre on 34th Street to win the IWC Insane Championship. That’s Trevor’s job…. You look at the card and you see “The Barbed Wire Buzzsaw” Damian Dimitri in the IWC Insane Title Qualifier Match Extreme Battle Royale. I see Damian Dimitri and six competitors who aren’t going to walk out of Massacre on 34th Street. My job is to make sure that not one person in that ring will pose any kind for threat to our total dominance of IWC. I’ve been hearing people joke about it left and right for weeks… but this coming Supercard really is going to be The Blackwell Show. Kristina is going to take out the three undercarders in her ladder match and walk out with the IWC Suicidal Championship…
*The Paragon of Hardcore starts to do a handstand, lifting The Barbed Wire Buzzsaw off the mat. He throws all his weight in the opposite direction and comes crashing down on his back with his legs still locked painfully around his mentor’s. Damian Dimitri uses all his upper body strength to drag him and Trevor towards the middle of the ring again and arches his back painfully into the Hybrid Twist. Emrys quips from off camera…*
Emrys: You certainly seem confident enough…
*The Hybrid grunts and strains to keep his prey locked as the veteran Trevor Blackwell growls out his rage and starts inching towards the ropes again.*
Damian: Of course I’m confident… I’m in there with a group of relative unknowns… shit… two of them haven’t even had a match in IWC yet.. I’m most certainly the only one in that battle royal that’s undefeated here so far. Honestly… I’m kinda insulted… James Chambers and I shoulda just had a one on one match… Chris Cyrus and Jason Royce deserve to be in this battle royal more than we do. We’re the only two in that entire grouping that have even remotely proven ourselves so far in this new era. How are any of these other people even contenders? When was the last time Jason Royce beat someone? I don’t think I’ve ever seen it happen during my career in IWC or APW…
*The Excellence of Extreme stops inching forward and actually manages to power out of his prodigy’s grip enough to roll through it and completely take him off-guard… off his feet too, as The Barbed Wire Buzzsaw goes flying head first through the top and middle ropes to the concrete outside the ring. Damian Dimitri breaks into a forward roll of his own to try to minimize the impact but still manages to jam his left shoulder.*
Trevor: I think I’ve only ever seen Iceman win a handful of times and I’ve known him for almost a decade…
*Damian gets up to a crouch but nurses his shoulder as Skyler hops down and gets her hero a towel. The Hybrid takes it with a smile and a ruffle of the 9 yr old’s hair before wiping the sweat from between his shoulderblades.*
Damian: That’s what I’m saying… and HE gets a one on one match and I don’t?! What the fuck is up with that… I’ve headlined two out of three of the Asylums we’ve had so far! Jason Royce can’t even get a solid win over Chris Cyrus! I beat the APW Xtreme Champion in my first IWC match! Who else is in that clusterfuck? Harry Durden? Seriously? I know he’s still in IWC… I keep seeing his name on cards but I’ve yet to remember ever actually hearing anything from him…
*The Career Killer motions for Damian Dimitri to slide back into the ring with him. Used to taking orders from the man, The Hybrid complies and immediately gets a boot to the stomach for his efforts. Trevor wraps an arm around the boastful kid’s head and torques his body into a spin with no hesitation… drilling The Barbed Wire Buzzsaw into the mat headfirst. The soon to be IWC Insane Champion sits up and pats Damian on his sweat glistening back.*
Trevor: I LOVE that move…
*The Hybrid lays there, blinking off the white sparks that dance in his vision as he looks up at the fluorescent lights on the ceiling. He’s glad to have finally brought something to the table to contribute to the Blackwells. He just hopes Trevor doesn’t break his neck in celebration. He sits up and gazes at his mentor… waiting for his double vision to solidify… focusing on his match to help stay alert.*
Damian: At least Isabella Pazzini will be some sort of a challenge… I’d really like to think that a smart, pretty girl like her could see Massacre On 34th Street for what it is… the beginning of an era… Maybe she’ll join me and help me cripple everyone else in the ring… maybe she’ll at least join me in breaking Amber Stevens’ kneecaps… jump on the bandwagon and ride with us into the future… But somehow I doubt it… She’s going to be dumped on the floor with all the rest of them. She’s small enough for me to give that move to…
*The Paragon of Hardcore approaches… blurring in Damian’s vision for a moment again before The Hybrid’s adrenaline kicks in. He bursts forward into a simple Double Leg Takedown that just floors the unsuspecting Blackwell. The Barbed Wire Buzzsaw flips his mentor onto his stomach, hooks his legs in the wheelbarrow position and roars as he flips the 293 pounder into the air… hooking his arms for the Dragon Suplex portion of the Crowleyplex.*
Damian: As for James Chambers… I’m going to suplex him on his head…
*The Barbed Wire Buzzsaw lives up to his name and pops his back… crumpling the Hardcore Icon in half with the force of the Crowleyplex but rolls through it Chris Benoit/Kurt Angel style. He pops back up to his feet with a struggling Blackwell.*
Damian: …and suplex him on his head again…
*The Hybrid pops his back and plants a dazed Trevor Blackwell headfirst with a second Dragon Suplex… he holds onto that Full Nelson and rolls through it again.*
Damian: …and suplex him on his head again…
* The Hybrid pops his back and plants a semiconscious Trevor Blackwell headfirst with a third Dragon Suplex… he holds onto that Full Nelson and rolls through it again.*
Damian: and suplex him on his head again… until there’s nothing left… he seems to quit real easy.
*This time The Barbed Wire Buzzsaw releases… tossing The Career Killer halfway across the ring with all his adrenaline and momentum. Damian Dimitri pops back up with a kip up.*
Damian: I’m ready… the only one I’m even remotely concerned with is Madok Mortalis… The Blackwells are all bitches, huh? I think Mortalis needs to be put in his place and I’ll be the wrestling machine that will be more than happy do it. I’ll slap him out of chasing fruity fucking clouds and show him exactly what he’s gotten himself into. He needs to go to APW with that shit. I’m a real competitor. Not an overdone persona with a big mouth like Madok. And the rest of these chumps in the Battle Royal have a long way to go before they’re ready to contend with me.
Branden Harvey had the shortsightedness to call me a puppet. I’m a disciple. I know the way the wind is blowing and I know I’m not ready to take the responsibility of carrying Insane Wrestling Championships on my back into the future just yet. But I definitely have the skill to backup a great champion and learn from the best in the process. So when the Battle Royal is over… When I stand there in the ring with you, Chris Cyrus, and most likely Arcadia… I’m going to solidify my place in that future. With you as IWC Insane Champion… and Kristina as IWC Suicidal Champion… I’m going to set my sights on the third belt.
*The Paragon of Hardcore… who’s earned that name in more ways than the Gambler can fathom… is back on his feet. He moves a bit slower than usual… hindered by a soreness in his surgically repaired neck. Trevor Blackwell… the next IWC Insane Champion… starts to circle his student… his ice blue eyes only slightly glazed over.*
Trevor: We have a third belt? Are they bringing back the old IWC Cruiserweight Championship or something?
*The Barbed Wire Buzzsaw suddenly circles behind his mentor with the quickness of a coiled cobra… he pounces like a predator… viciously taking The Career Killer’s Achilles Tendon out with a lightning fast Chopblock. Damian Dimitri hooks the leg and rolls through… adding his own boot in the appropriate area and cranking back into the Hybrid Twist.*
Damian: Yeah… I think they’re calling it the IWC Tap Out Championship… Sounds like a good time if you ask me. I think that belt will be the perfect perch for me to strike from with you and Kristina. We’ll bring a few other people into our fold… Aren’t you buddies with Young Mannie and the Red Shield Mafia?
*The Excellence of Extreme groans in pain… trying to center himself so he can find a way out of this without breaking something.*
Trevor: Yeah… those hood rats owe me for helping with Arcadia at the 100th Overdrive. I’ve got a few mercenaries waiting in the wings for the right word as well…
*The Hardcore Icon pushes up on his hands again… but Damian just rolls through again… further from the ropes this time… nowhere for his mentor to go… nothing he can use for leverage anywhere in site. His body screams for him to tap out… to give his student the satisfaction of besting him this time. But Trevor Blackwell is way too stubborn and set in his ways for that. Unconsciousness plays with him and he fights back as best he can.*
Damian: Then it might be time to call them soon… You’ve been saying it for years now… how the Future will pass these people by… Time to fulfill that prophecy… The Future Is Now…
*The Paragon of Hardcore doesn’t respond… he lost his battle with the cold embrace of his body shutting down all cylinders… The Hybrid releases him and rolls to his feet… 9 yr old Skyler Blackwell looking from her unconscious Daddy to her chosen idol. Damian takes the towel back from her with the wickedest of grins.*
Damian: All Hail The New King… Same As The Old King…
