Post by "The Hybrid" Damian Dimitri on Dec 17, 2010 3:08:09 GMT -4
*The pirated video feed of The Blackwells’ Personal Cameraman, Emrys statics into life to show a ridiculously populated corridor of the Smith Haven Mall… located across the street from the cold building that serves as the site of both The Blackwell Academy and the IWC Arena. The Barbed Wire Buzzsaw, “The Hybrid” Damian Dimitri has only been here for a little over a half hour and already his mind’s screaming for release. So many people… all packed into a building that’s huge by most standards but currently feels like it should be shut down by the Suffolk County Fire Marshall for being over capacity. Or maybe its not really that bad… maybe its just Damian Dimitri’s overwhelming feeling that he should be doing something else… he should be training in the weight room, pushing his limits with obscene amounts of weight… he should be in the ring, tumbling around with Trevor or Arcadia… but he’s not… he’s here in this throng of humanity that people call “Christmas Shopping”… and this MOST CERTAINLY wasn’t his idea… But its funny what happens when you’re overeager… when you volunteer without really knowing what it is you’re getting yourself into… Damian’s sure there’s a lesson to be learned from this… but what it is escapes him at the moment.
Who’s idea was this disaster? That blame falls squarely on the small shoulders of the 9 yr old girl leading him through the mall with a sublimely happy smile on her lips and the kind of twinkle in her ice blue eyes that only exists in poems about Santa Claus. See… to Skyler Blackwell, Christmas isn’t a time of bloodshed, training or obsessing over championships… No, to Skyler, this holiday season is still a time of wonder and magic… of impatience over what she’s getting for Christmas… of legends about reindeer and toy making elves and fat men in red suits delivering to children the world over. Damian merely humors her as she rambles on about all this at what seems like warp speed, dragging him through the crowd of people… He has very little memory of what it was like to be an innocent, happy, hopeful child… he’s been training for so long… he feels like he’s been working his entire life for this moment… for a chance at being the IWC Insane Champion.
See, The Barbed Wire Buzzsaw has always been a fan… sure, his favorite wrestler growing up was Trevor Blackwell… but he was really just a fan of this business. He was a fan of the Combat Wrestling Federation… He was a fan of Sally Davies Wrestling Entertainment… He was a fan of the British Wrestling Brand… He was a fan of Tombstone Championship Wrestling… He was a fan of World Wrestling Competition… But what really captured his imagination was when he would beg his older brother and friends to let him tag along to the IWC Arena. He watched in awe as Hurricane Jeff and Twister put on wrestling classics… 60 minute matches where they practically tore each other limb from limb for the same Insane Championship that he now has a shot at. He wore the Fuck Twister’s Rage Hoodie that he hides his face under now and froze his ass off along with a few hundred other psychopaths on the roof of the building that these days, he spends most of his time training in … huddled together with complete strangers for warmth as he watched Steve Beckett’s Corporate General, Kaos nearly snap Glove Guy’s ankle and retained the same IWC Suicidal Championship that Kristina is going to win this Sunday. Sure, last year he had a shot at Michael Lively for his APW Xtreme Championship at Rasslemania but his heart just wasn’t in it. He had personal problems to take care of… issues in his real life that superseded even the bright lights of Championship Glory that he knew a title victory at Rasslemania would bring him… The bottom line was that when the chips were down, APW just didn’t mean all that much to him. But this is different. Despite the fact that IWC isn’t the global phenomenon that some of those other feds were/are, this promotion is what true wrestling is all about. To Damian Dimitri, being IWC Insane Champion is bigger than the APW World Heavyweight Championship. This is where the true competitors are. This is the title that separates the real warriors from the pretenders. And he’s willing to give all that up for Trevor Blackwell. Is it really because he believes in Trevor’s visions of the future? Is it because he feels that he owes his mentor for giving him the opportunity to live out his childhood dream of being a Professional Wrestler… not a Sports Entertainer like the APW Megastars… but an actual Professional Wrestler? Or is Damian just over thinking all this? Trevor and Kristina seem to think so… that’s why they suggested he take the youngest Blackwell Christmas shopping… to get his mind off of everything… but he really just can’t…
Skyler Blackwell tugs The Barbed Wire Buzzsaw out of the flow of traffic and into a store called Hot Topic. Damian Dimitri remembers Hot Topic from back when he was a teenager. But this definitely isn’t the same store. When The Hybrid was a child, Hot Topic was where all the Goth and Grunge and Punk kids got their alternative clothing… where you could find extreme hair dyes like Manic Panic which eventually got taken off the market because it was giving people skin cancer. Now the walls are covered in shirts promoting Emo Pussy Bands and Twilight Merchandise… Maybe the store hasn’t changed, the times just have and Damian is actually starting to get old. Skyler breaks The Barbed Wire Buzzsaw out of his internal monologue by holding up a pleather bodysuit.*
Skyler: Hey Damian… Do you think Aunt Kristina would like this?
*The Hybrid looks the outfit over and pictures it hugging Kristina Blackwell’s ample curves.*
Damian: I sure would…
*Skyler’s brow furrows and her nose wrinkles before letting out an innocent giggle, the comment going right over her head.*
Skyler: You’re silly… this outfit wouldn’t look good on you… I’m gonna get it… C’mon!
*And with those words, Damian Dimitri is being tugged along again… this time towards the counter as the littlest Blackwell excitedly opens her Emily The Strange coin purse and pulls out the money her Daddy gave her to buy gifts. The Barbed Wire Buzzsaw sighs and looks to the camera… through it actually, to the man behind it.*
Damian: I hate this… I’ve never been one for shopping… Its only because I love Skyler that I’m here. Trevor and Kristina were too preoccupied with becoming champions to take her out. They figure that because I’m merely supposed to be The Hardcore Icon’s Insurance Policy that I wouldn’t mind. But this isn’t my world. The ring of the Blackwell Academy is my world. The weight room is my world. The IWC Arena is my world. This is like another reality to me. I should be training. I should be preparing to cripple six other people this Sunday. Well… four really… who know if Harry Durden and Amber Stevens will even show up…
*Suddenly, the world is spinning… or at least the Twilight T-Shirts are… as Skyler Blackwell yanks The Hybrid off balance and whisks him out of the store. Hot Topic fades into the distance and Damian Dimitri seems to look to the camera with a desperate plea for help. A moment later, they’re rushing across an outdoor courtyard in the bitter New York December cold towards a large building called Dick’s Sporting Goods. Skyler weaves in and out of the mob of shoppers like a Football Player heading for a touchdown, dragging The Hybrid along behind her like just another shopping bag. The Blackwells’ Personal Cameraman can’t help but laugh as he follows.*
Damian: Can’t you slow down, Kid??? You’re going to rip my arm off!
*How could a 9 year old rip the arm off a muscular athlete like “The Barbed Wire Buzzsaw” Damian Dimitri, you ask? If you do, you’ve apparently never met Skyler Blackwell… The little girl shouts back at him as she never loses her stride… her voice sounding even smaller as its carried away from them by the cutting wind.*
Skyler: Stop complaining, Damian! You’re slowing me down! We have to beat the crowd to the store!
*They leave the relative safety of the concrete sidewalk and plow straight into the parking lot towards Dick’s… Skyler Blackwell totally forgetting what her Mommy taught her about looking both ways in her headlong rush. The little girl is almost rewarded for her overzealousness by a trip to Stony Brook Hospital as an enormous yellow Hummer nearly runs her over. The Barbed Wire Buzzsaw suddenly sprints past her and scoops her up in his arms just in time as the driver stops short. A cold, baleful gaze from Skyler’s ice blue Blackwell eyes makes the driver cower behind the steering wheel and apologize profusely. Her Daddy would be proud… even as he gave her a spanking for being stupid enough to get herself into that dangerous situation to begin with.*
Damian: Skyler! You seriously need to slow down! You’re going to get us both killed!
*She looks up at him with something akin to hero worship in her gaze, knowing that Damian Dimitri is right. Of course he is… he’s a grownup… they’re almost always right… and now her little girl crush is intensified despite the fact that he’s yelling at her… he just saved her life! The Hybrid sighs, recognizing that look in her eyes for exactly what it is for the first time. He kisses her on the cheek and continues across the parking lot with Skyler in his arms.*
Damian: C’mon… let’s get there before it becomes even more crowded…
*Skyler clutches Damian’s neck as they sprint across the parking lot to Dick’s Sporting Goods. He puts her down inside the busy store and she immediately takes his hand and starts rushing through the aisles again. The 9 year old comes to a screeching halt and almost gets flattened for the second time tonight as The Barbed Wire Buzzsaw damn near steps on her. The little Blackwell’s ice blue eyes light up as she picks up a metal baseball bat, holding it with the kind of reverence that a medieval knight would as he clutched Excalibur.*
Skyler: For Daddy… to use in the main event… I think I’ll give it to him early.
*She grabs Damian’s arm and starts off again towards the registers.*
Skyler: Hurry up! We might still be able to make it back to the mall before it closes! There’s a store called Things Remembered that does engraving!
*The Hybrid sighs as they stand on another long line, turning to Emrys’s camera again.*
Damian: I just can’t get my mind off this match… I mean, don’t get me wrong… Skyler is a handful… she’s more than enough to occupy ANYONE’s attention… but I still feel like I should be training… I mean… Its what I do… I study matches and train. That’s why I’m undefeated so far in IWC… because I am the Ultimate Student Of The Game. It’s why I’m going to win the Battle Royal this Sunday and go on to solidify Trevor’s championship win. Look at the rest of my opponents in this match. Its not like ANY of them even stand a chance of beating me. They’re all either unprepared or undertalented… or just not ready for an event of this caliber. Like I said… I’m not even sure Harry or Amber will show up. Or Isabella Pazzini for that matter… Has anyone even seen in weeks? I’m really not worried…
*The familiar voice comes from behind the camera.*
Emrys: What about the others? You want to prepare? Why not cut a quick promo… this line is a mile long… its not like you won’t have time…
*The Barbed Wire Buzzsaw glances at the girl that clutches his hand and smiles before turning back to Emrys. By the time his eyes meet the camera, all amusement is gone… You can literally SEE the warrior in his eyes. Windows to the soul indeed…*
Damian: James Chambers is a cancer on this industry. He’s lazy, obnoxious, ungrateful, and rude. The mongoloid should be honored that I’ve even bothered to mention him in my promos. Why? Because in a year, no one’s going to remember him except the nurses that have to keep changing the bags on the life support system I leave him on. Gonna smack me in the mouth? I’ll throw his own words back at him. I’ve never hit a woman but I’ll beat that bitch unconscious.
Then we have Anthony James. He’s not going to win either. And not because he’s green… he seems to have had experience in other past promotions. And not because he’s talentless either. I think Madok was right when he said the guy has limitless potential that we haven’t even seen him tap yet. I hope he really shows us what he can do. But I still don’t think it’ll be enough to beat someone of my caliber. Not here. Not Sunday. Why? Because he doesn’t really understand what Hardcore means. And make no mistake about it, he is going to have to be FUCKING HARDCORE to make it past me. He’s absolutely right when he says that anyone can swing a weapon. But that’s not what being Hardcore means. It means being willing to put your body on the line and take ridiculous amounts of punishment in an environment where there are infinite ways your opponent can hurt you… half of them being illegal in the “normal” matches that he craves. I hope I’m never normal. Normal is boring. I just don’t think Anthony can do it. Maybe next time after I teach him what its going to take to succeed here.
And then we have Madok Mortalis… Shit… I heard Madok’s promo and boy did I breathe a sigh of relief. I honestly thought Madok was gonna be the one guy that I was gonna have to worry about on Sunday. But hell, if this last promo was what he has to offer, I’ve got this in the bag. He had absolutely nothing… All he could think of to do was make uninspired, unfunny, stale gay jokes. What is this? High School? He’s still making gay jokes? Madok seriously needs to grow up and get his head in the game… I mean, he even got so desperate, he made fun of my hair. Mortalis has a rude awakening if that’s the best he’s got.. I’m undefeated and I don’t plan on stopping at Massacre. I’m going to rip Madok to shreds and make him the very first guy I eliminate just so I can watch his dreams shatter. Maybe he can go home and chase some clouds or something… IWC obviously isn’t for him…
*The Hybrid looks up at the line and sighs heavily.*
Damian: You may want to cut the camera, Emrys. I have a feeling this night is nowhere near over…
*And Emrys takes his advice and does just that. Its ok… you’ll be seeing plenty more of Damian Dimitri in the Future.*
