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| Bobbie Hearst | Feb 10 2013, 01:14 PM Post #1 |
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| A.C. Smith | Mar 2 2013, 03:51 PM Post #2 |
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Our scene opens tonight on the dark streets of a major city. We can’t make all that much out except for a concrete jungle, one that’s lit only by moonlight and whatever light the camera gives off. There’s no activity on the streets, and the only lights on in any of the buildings come from very high up in apartments and loft spaces. That’s what makes what we hear next just a bit jarring. Footsteps, heavy and measured, are first faint, but grow louder and louder with every step. We begin to see a shadowy figure off in the distance, and as he walks closer to the camera, we get a better idea of what he looks like. Flowing hair tops a large, thick body, one that’s mostly covered up by a long, dark trench coat. At first, we think the coat is black, but it’s actually an extremely deep shade of purple, a color that stands in stark contrast to a full blonde head of hair, one that obscures the face of the man that’s now about 25 feet from the camera and closing in with every long, brisk step. With every stride, we see more and more. The man’s face contains an absurd amount of make-up, as well as several long, red scars on each side of his mouth. He’s wearing a tie that’s the same shade as his blazer, along with a black button-down long-sleeved shirt that fits tightly on an extremely muscular figure and standard black pants. We see the man fidgeting with long, black gloves as he approaches the camera, and any suspicions we may have had previously are confirmed when the man’s brown eyes lock in on the camera. This man is portraying The Joker, the classic “bad guy” from The Dark Knight, and after a second or two, he goes into a full-on belly laugh for the camera. Just as quickly, though, he regains his composure, and looks straight into the camera. Joker: “…WHY SO SERIOUS?!?!?!” Suddenly, we hear a voice from off-screen. Voice: “CUT! Better take, A.C., but we need a slower walk.” Several people off-screen are heard groaning, and the actor playing Heath Ledger’s classic character shakes his head as he takes off what’s revealed to be a tightly-fitting mask. As he does, we see that this man is none other than the Big Apple Asskicker, A.C. Smith. The mask’s tight fit has caused the current APW Xtreme Champion to start sweating a bit, and he wipes off his brow with the back of his left hand. A.C.: “Trevor is PAYING you to be this anal?!” We zoom out as the lights on what we now see is a large movie set come up. We see a director, clad in all-black attire, stand up from a standard director’s chair. He’s about 5’8” in height, and his hair is prematurely gray, no doubt due in large part to the stresses of his job. Director: “You bet your ass he does. Be back in 15 minutes.” The director leaves, and Smith shakes his head while managing a slight, crooked smile. One of the production assistants hands him a plastic cup filled with water, and the Big Apple Asskicker gulps the clear liquid down his throat before pitching the cup into a nearby waste basket. As he does this, Smith’s two best friends appear in the camera shot. Known to much of the wrestling world as Asskicker’s Anonymous but without a formal name since flanking A.C. in Action Packed Wrestling last spring, Bobby the Bavarian Man-Bitch and Stevie the Slovakian Slobberknocker have been Smith’s trusted lackies for over a decade. Both Bobby (short, fat, and dumb) and Stevie (tall, lean, and stupid) are wearing APW-produced A.C. Smith shirts and blue jeans, and it’s clear the initial awe of being on a movie set has worn off. Instead, they look bored out of their minds, as apparently the director has required an exhaustive number of takes for Smith’s one line. Bobby: “I don’t know why you’re putting up with this, Ace. It’s not like you don’t have enough to worry about.” Stevie: “Yeah, really. You’ve got your first-ever Rasslemania coming up later this month in Toronto. I know if I had that much on my plate, the LAST thing I’d want to do would be what you committed to.” Smith shakes his head. A.C.: “Boys, it’s really quite simple. I don’t know how much longer I’ll be around in the world of professional wrestling. I’ve had almost 11 fantastic years, and I know damn well how quickly everything can fall to pieces. When Trevor Hyatt, one of the brightest young stars in Action Packed Wrestling, called me, and said, ‘A.C., I need a partner for this thing called Clash of the Titans,’ it didn’t take me long to say yes. I’ve never done one of these before, something that brings high-quality wrestling talent from so many different federations together. I can’t count the number of times I could have retired to my penthouse in New York City and counted my money as it accrued interest in some Swiss bank account. But all those times where a lot of guys would have packed it in and called it a career, I kept going. And I kept going because I knew, deep down, that there were battles I hadn’t fought yet. This is one of them. I’m flattered Trevor Hyatt asked me to be his partner. I’m impressed at the talent that’s been assembled for Clash of the Titans. And this Sunday night at Cowboys Stadium, in a state where everything’s bigger, I look forward to coming through with one of the biggest efforts of my career.” Bobby: “That’s all fine and dandy. But I can’t help but think that you’re treating this with a certain…detachment.” Stevie: “Yeah. Earlier, you and Trevor re-enacted ‘Saved by the Bell,’ minus the actress that played Kelly Kapowski to boot! Now, instead of being in a gym training, you’re dressed as the character that drove Heath Ledger to his death.” Smith pauses. A.C.: “Boys…why so serious?” If there was a drum set anywhere in the vicinity, someone would have played a quick rimshot over the groans of Bobby the Bavarian Man-Bitch and Stevie the Slovakian Slobberknocker. Smith, however, shrugs his broad shoulders and continues. A.C.: “That’s an honest question. You guys know I train.” Bobby: “Sure, sure. You were in your weight room earlier this morning.” A.C.: “Sure, and now I’m using this time to have a little fun. You’re forgetting something, something very important. Even though I’ve never done one of these interfed competitions outside of Survive and Conquer, I know a very large percentage of my possible opponents more intimately than anyone could ever imagine. First, there’s the obvious ones. Kurt Noble, Terry Marvin, Level-One, Sally Talfourd, Gooch, The Soul of Philly, C.J. Gates, Mark Mania, Guv’nor, Johnny Knuckles, Keaton Saint, Jason Kash, and Cid Phoenix are all APW guys. They’re all guys I’ve battled with before, and in some cases, I’ve gotten some of my biggest wins in those matchups. I beat Gooch in a best-of-three-falls match a few weeks ago. I pinned C.J. Gates clean not long before he became the number-one contender for the APW Undisputed Championship. I outclassed Mark Mania to get into Test for the Best, and I beat Keaton Saint in a tag match right before giving Terry Marvin the biggest scare he’d have in the Summer of Showtime the next week.” Stevie: “What does that have to do with your mindset?” A.C.: “I’m getting there. Remember Eric Donavan? Mike Voland? Brian Harris? Those are all ACW guys. Boy, those were great times. Remember when Eric Donavan and Snake went out in a pre-planned ego trip that passed as their, ahem, ‘retirement match?’ Remember when Mike Voland tried to discount how much of a has-been he was in ACW’s last days, long after he’d tarnished his ‘Devil of the Skies’ nickname after losing to me in the only Cliffhanger match in wrestling history?” Bobby: “Sure, but we didn’t sign up for a history lesson.” A.C. points his huge right index finger at Bobby, waving it in his face while shaking his head. A.C.: “And that’s what those guys are going to think when they see this. The problem is, you can’t know where you’re going until you know where you’ve been. That’s one of the biggest lessons I’ve learned through 11 years in this business, years that have seen me gain one of the biggest, most loyal fan bases in the world. My guess is that they’re all approaching this event with giant sticks up their rear ends. They’re carrying whatever extraneous baggage they have with them into Texas this weekend, and they’re walking around more guarded than usual because of it. As a result, they’re going to start wrestling scared, as if they’re afraid to make a mistake. Nobody knows more about wrestling on big stages than I do. I’ve won six World Championships, headlined events from Toledo to Tokyo and everywhere in between, and been faced with more in-ring situations than anyone can count. And I know that what I just described…well, I know that that’s FAR from a winning formula. Me? I’m loose. I’m training exactly the way I prepare for any other match, no more, no less. My routine is exactly the same, and that’s because, even though I’ve never done a tag tournament like this before, I’ve BEEN here before. It takes time to learn how to act in this kind of a setting, and I’ve been fortunate enough to have chances to do that hundreds of times in my career.” We hear a phone vibrate in someone’s pocket several times. Each of the men feel with their hands, and we see Smith take his iPhone out of his front right pocket. A.C.: “It’s Hyatt. Hang on, I’ve got to take this.” Smith yanks the glove on his left hand off with his teeth, and switches the phone to his bare hand before dragging his thumb across the bottom of the screen and bringing it up to his left ear. A.C.: “Hey boss, what’s up?...Everything’s pretty normal here, tons of takes but we’re getting there…Yeah, we ought to be done pretty soon…Hey, you’re talking to the ‘Salute to Cinema’ guy here! You’re in good hands…Yeah, my plane to Dallas gets in around 3:00 on Saturday…I know that place; great steak…Perfect, see you then…Yep, bye.” Smith presses the bottom of the screen again with his left thumb before returning the phone to the pocket it came from and rejoining his two buddies. Stevie: “All good with our partner?” A.C.: “MY partner, and yeah, we’re good.” Bobby: “Why Hyatt, anyway?” A.C.: “What do you mean?” Bobby: “Well, why team with him?” Smith looks at Bobby with a quizzical glance. A.C.: “Why not?” Smith lets that question resonate a bit before opening his mouth to speak again a moment or two later. A.C.: “Trevor Hyatt and I mesh well in a ton of different ways. I’m a big guy who brings a power element to the table, and he’s a fantastic technical wrestler with speed and the ability to hit someone from all angles. He’s looking to prove himself in APW after being a huge success elsewhere, and I did the exact same thing when I signed my contract last year. More than anything, though, we’re both veterans of the pro wrestling circuit, and we’re not going to be dumbfounded whenever anything challenging comes our way. In a tournament like this, you KNOW you’re going to get a tough matchup in every single round for as long as you advance. The accomplishments of the wrestlers in this field speak for themselves. Everyone seems to be a multiple-time World Champion, and everyone sincerely believes that they’ve got the skills needed to win the big prize at Clash of the Titans. And you know something? Maybe some of them do have a winning combination inside of them...” Stevie smiles a knowing smile. Stevie: “But…” A.C.: “…but Trevor Hyatt and I have a lot of things that are deeper than that. We’re experienced enough to give each other a look and know exactly what the other one wants to do. There’s no need for one of us to tip our hands or do anything stupid, and we’re a step ahead of a lot of other teams in that regard. Communication is so key between a wrestler and a partner, especially when all other things are equal, like when a ton of fantastic, Hall of Fame-bound wrestlers converge on one event and only two get the honor of standing tall at the end of the night. There are some teams that look fantastic on paper, but that’s not where matches are won and lost, as stacked sports teams losing games they shouldn’t proves every single year when March Madness rolls around. So yeah. THAT’S why I’m teaming with Trevor Hyatt. Not only was there no reason not to, but there was also every reason in the world to say yes. That clear things up for you?” Bobby nods, resigned to the fact that A.C. has somehow made sense of a situation neither he nor Stevie understood heading into the conversation. Meanwhile, the director has returned to the movie set, and it doesn't appear like he's too pleased. Director: “OK, let's get this show on the road. You two, get off the set.” A.C.: “Alright, let's knock this out this time. Got a good feeling about this.” Director: (half-whispering) “Well, that makes one of us.” Bobby and Stevie, knowing that the shit is about to hit the proverbial fan, scurry off of the set. Meanwhile, Smith's eyebrows are raised, and he folds his arms while the director goes to sit in his chair. A.C.: “Hey. I don't know who you think you are here, but you've got a crew of workers and an actor busting their asses for you over what has to have been 20 or 25 takes. Maybe THEY'RE not getting paid enough to risk getting fired, but I've got no such inhibitions.” Smith walks over to the chair, and the director tries to stand up before realizing that the 6'8”, 275-pound professional wrestler doubling as the Joker towers over him. A.C.: “Pick on someone who's not afraid to fight back. Come on. I DARE you. Maybe you've already gotten paid, and maybe this shoot is of no consequence to you. But you don't think that my connections in New York would want to hire you after they hear stories of you going nuts on your crew during a one-line shoot? I, for one, would like an apology. And I'd like it right now.” The director pauses. He's clearly drunk with power and not used to anyone challenging his authority, but it's obvious that A.C. Smith isn't just anyone, and it's clear that, underneath his dictator exterior, the director is just another wannabe tough guy who talks the talk, but can't walk the walk. Director: “...hey. No need for anyone to get angry. If there's been a miscommunication, I'm sorry. Now, let's hammer this out!” The director walks away briskly, clear to avoid any further confrontation with the one actor he can't boss around. Smith rolls his eyes, having dealt with this type of person all too many times during his 11-year career. Still, though, he's got a job to do. Smith knows this, and the current APW Xtreme Champion walks to the back of the set after grabbing his Joker mask. We see him putting it back on, and when Smith is in position, the lights are shut off. Director: “Action!” Dreary underneath music rolls in to accompany the after-midnight scene. In a scene so devoid of activity, we once again hear the heavy footsteps that belong to the size-16 feet of A.C. Smith, footsteps that grow louder and louder with every stride. The 11-year veteran is poised, walking with a singular purpose and moving forward as he has for over a decade. This is a man who has beaten several of the world's most well-known competitors, a man who approaches the business differently from so many of his contemporaries, and yet a man who has acquired one of the most rabid fan bases in the history of professional wrestling. Again, we see Smith's face underneath the blonde wig as his large figure gets closer and closer to the camera. When his face gets as close as it will to the movie camera, he utters his one line, a line that's defined his approach to the upcoming Clash of the Titans tag team tournament. A.C.: “...WHY SO SERIOUS?!?!?!” Director: “CUT!” The cast and crew are on pins and needles awaiting the director's feedback. Smith, though, adds a glare from behind the mask, one that's not at all lost on the director who tried to intimidate him and failed miserably doing so. Director: “...that was great! I think that's a wrap!” The crew breathes a sigh of relief, and Smith is seen smiling as he takes off the Joker mask for the last time. The lights come up in full once again, and Smith rejoins Bobby and Stevie before the trio leaves. The crew starts breaking down the set, and the scene fades to black. |
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| Trevor Hyatt | Mar 2 2013, 04:59 PM Post #3 |
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Simply Time Square Posse Outside of the Bank Atlantic center in Sunrise, Florida at an APW house show sits Trevor Hyatt upon a loading dock area behind the building. He’s taking a smoke break after swearing off cigarettes a few years ago, but again old habits die hard. He has yet to respond to his former lover and associate Eliza Hardy on twitter seemingly on purpose. Was he the same Trevor Hyatt or was he possessed by E.T. the extraterrestrial? But why should he respond to her when he swore he had killed the old him in cold blood? Backtracking to his old shoes he barely could even fit anymore would be less of anything really. He no longer had the will or testicular fortitude to walk around purging the wrestling business of unfit content or play Lawyer. He was in his early 30’s trying to get one last glory run without coming up short. His long hair felt the crisp chill of the night air as the house show wasn’t too start for another hour at best. A House Show… he was just on Meltdown a week prior. But his position was the same a glorified curtain jerker. He knew deep down in his gut that he deserved to be in the upper echelons as he proved he can still go. What has Warren Peace proved with that one little thief of a win? That pin fall should have been his but that loser took his shine. None the less he was going to go on to avenge that blemish on his resume’. A.C. Smith also looked to deliver a Worthy performance but clearly he gets ahead of himself. Some people have long since regarded Smith as a faded memory behest all his attempts to gain the main stars attention. Hyatt sees himself as the stalagmite which was going to tear Smith’s career a new direction. His direction was going to go the opposite way into a puddle of his own insecurities. Trevor sucked on the same cancer stick his thoughts embezzled deeply in the back of his skull like laundered cash. Deeply within his thoughts before hearing the sounds of footsteps coming closer to where he was. He didn’t turn around but he could feel the presence of that spineless egomaniac A.C. Smith. He knew that bigmouth New Yorker was around and all of professional wrestling is gnawing at his heels. Simply he continued to take long drags at the cigarette making occasional flicks of the ash across the loading area. A.C. Smith is right behind Trevor an individual who wouldn’t be too worried with this meeting if it wasn’t for the gist of it. His career crash and burned just like that as well. But was it because the fans admiration of him, a gym rat or was he simply a giant magnet of popularity? Hyatt continues to smoke the cancer stick before finally Smith decided to fess up he was there. The fact of the matter is Hyatt smelled his cologne from a while ago. AC Smith: You know those things can kill you right? My body is absolutely pure of that kind of stuff. But I refuse to think of myself of straight edge those just weren’t my vices. I’m more of addicted to being a gym enthusiast and delivering an ass kicking. But I kind of worry for your wellbeing after all those injuries in that hardcore dump you wrestled at awhile ago. I respect you Trevor but it doesn’t mean I’m going to kiss your rear end in this day & age. It’s my time to excel toward the Main Event as Terry Marvin will acknowledge me! And if you ever decide to cross me just cause I’m agreeing to be your partner then you get some two. Hyatt continues to draw smoke from that one cigarette before turning his head to face Smith giving a smirk before looking back forward at the night sky. He usually hated Tuesdays but this was an exception. He almost died in a car accident a few years before a show became as big as it was on a Tuesday. The way he saw it he was blessed by the God’s normally invisible blessings. Hyatt takes one more long drag of his cigarette before responding to the taunts of one smith. Simply a Believer ★ Trevor Hyatt What’s so important with Smith going on this personal tirade against a man who doesn’t even seem to acknowledge him? Your claim to fame was so long ago now it doesn’t matter what you say to me? You spew nonsensical information attempting to get under the skin of Terry Marvin. Who’s been built up like the next “God”. But trust me he’s not invincible and I’ll prove that as your career and claim to the top will go out the window after my victories on Meltdown. You say these cigarettes can kill you? I hate to steal from people but I’m already a dead man walking. And if I have cancer then I’ll be happy to spread it to whoever we face. AC smith smirks and cuts off the simply veteran to reassure him actually of who he was. AC Smith: I’m the one who’s going to help u s win Clash of The Titans for the good of preserving my Main Event status and passing you by with a resounding YES!!! YES!!! YES!!! It’s my time now and you are just standing in my way it’s over why do you even try to say otherwise? Hyatt gets up flicking his cigarette walking past AC Smith with a smirk on his face before turning around flicking the cigarette back towards him. Smith freaks out and angrily sidesteps the cancer stick as Hyatt starts to laugh. Going forward into the building to tape up his fists and prepare to do battle but before he does he turns back toward Smith with a his eyes flaring up with a long forgotten fire. The same fire that made him a legend in this business and that same fire that made him go balls out against anybody he faced. Simply a Believer ★ Trevor Hyatt Are you afraid of a little cigarette Mister Smith? What are you going to do when we come face to face in that god damn squared circle in front of millions at home and thousands in attendance? Back in Ring of Hardcore it wasn’t a piece of trash promotion we actually cared about the business just like you used to care about the business. Now you seek out a so called rise of status. As you’re now blinded by your own selfless sins of greed and gluttony. I shall be the redeeming factor in your career when I bash your head in again and again... You can’t win for the sake of all that is right with the business today. But you know what a great consolation prize is? Hospital nurses who will wait on you’re hand and foot. As that’s where you are going to the hospital if you were to dare crew us out of an opportunity. The same people who all think they are bigger than me and this glorious profession. My opponents will drop to their knees in defeat clutching their poor aching hearts as now it’s our turn. They will meet Simply Trevor …Personally!!! And off he went into the night. Anyone to enter the big VIW Clash of the Titans wants that opportunity to break through the glass barrier, and eventually break-out into becoming the best they can possibly be in Interfed events. Testing their metal against the best of the best. But of course, we're getting a little ahead of ourselves. Heat; comes first. And as this show in particular finally kicks off, we open up to an area somewhere within the backstage areas of the current arena. The concrete walls were the first sign of the give-away, and the doors on either side of the hall we're also another hint at the current situation. With the cameras roaming, they eventually peep themselves into the nearest room. The note on the door, totally unprofessional and possibly 'subject to change', is a label that reads; 'Trevor Hyatt'. The locker-room of our the newest guy to try to compete in VIW’s cross company games and hopeful contender within the Clash of The titans event. Sitting on a bench with his forearms resting upon his knees, he begins to speak, knowing damn well the cameras were watching, without even lifting his head. Simply a Believer ★ Trevor Hyatt "Tag Tournament? (He laughs it off and continues in his regular tone) Not so much. It's more-so a case of Russian Roulette than anything. A game of chance. To be tag in someone else who you think you trust for them to fall by the wayside is a very far cry from actually being defeated. To be physically beaten to the point you can no longer continue, now that? That's something I would definitely consider to be a decisive victory. But to be lucky enough, to catch someone off-guard, if only for a short period of time long enough to make an impact? That isn’t victory. It's thievery. And in most cases, thievery is a crime. Do your research. But this coming March 3rd? It's totally legal. An opportunity hangs in the balance, an opportunity of a highly valued importance, and yet my chances tonight are about the same as throwing two slugs into a six-sided chamber, taking the trigger point to your brain-stem and squeezing it tightly. You either blow up or fall off, or you hear the sweet sound of silence, as the realization begins to settle in that... not only were you lucky? But you'd survived something that could have otherwise been terribly fatal. Fatal. (He repeats himself, thinking further into the word spoken as he fully intends to elaborate) A word containing the characteristics of 'fate'. Same family if I'm not mistaken. Yet, don't we all consider fate... to be a good thing? It's so very strange to me. Fate is often viewed to be good, whereas fatal is often... ALWAYS... a bad thing. Do you understand it? (Trevor Hyatt lifts his head toward the camera, begging the question, but of course receiving; no response) Didn't think so." Another interesting statement, and yet another thing to be deeply considering. Hyatt keeps his eyes narrowed toward the camera before him, allowing the thoughts to flow within the back of his mind before further speaking occurs. This Clash of the Titans was an incredible opportunity, but anything could happen, whether you prepared for it not. Simply a Believer ★ Trevor Hyatt "Entering the ring tonight, for the very first time, for me? Is not a case of fate? I'm not waiting for destiny to catch-up and guide me a path, I'm looking to surpass all expectations, and make it happen on my own. Because lord knows coming into this game, you only got one friend in life, and that friend is yourself. The only person I could trust enough to get the job done... was me. Half of y'all see me here now, and you see me in something of the same light, that I only just previously eluded. The light of the first-impression and the over-powering experience you get when you know damn well in your heart of hearts that you proved 'em all wrong, and made 'em look stupid doing it. For me? That's my gratification. Small doses here and there make a world of difference, and I'm certainly not one to ignore it. When you’re speaking about me, I'm hearing' that. And when you’re speaking out against me? I'm using that. Using it to the best of my ability, to turn it all back around on you. Cause in life the big shots make the statements, and the sheep tend to follow their words very closely. But when the bigger man comes along and trumps them of every lie they ever dared to speak? Then those same ol' sheep coming jumping over the fence and into your yard. They got your back. They hang upon your word. And you know why? (Begging yet another question, he allows the fans at home to guess, before eventually concluding the sentence) Respect. You earn it, you get it. You lose it? You fight to get it back. Because everyone wants to be popular. Everyone wants to be a winner, and no one ever wants to lose. The sheep? They follow the best. Only problem is... I'm not a fan of sheep. Cause more often than not? (Shaking his head from side to side, he concludes his sentence) They are nothing' but wolves." Hyatt would now arise from his seated position as he turns toward his locker to the left of the camera's view. He reaches up and into the top shelf, taking hold of a red 'Jersey devils' fitted cap. He pulls the hat onto his head, turning it backwards, and stepping closer toward the camera. Simply a Believer ★ Trevor Hyatt "My opponents coming will remain a mystery, but the biggest mystery lies in what the victor does... with his victory. So at the end of the day, I come down to one question. The one thing they've been asking me all week. 'Why do you want to win the Clash of TheTitans?' My answer?" Trevor Hyatt pauses with a conniving smirk, as he laughs it off with his final words. Words to confuse many... if not all. Simply a Believer ★ Trevor Hyatt "No Reason." Cameras fade. Our cameras open up backstage to find Trevor Hyatt casually sitting upon a wooden chair, ready to address his audience on yet another string of up and down performances; In order to gather his thoughts, he would sit with his hands crossed together whilst resting his elbows upon his thighs. Simply a Believer ★ Trevor Hyatt "You think it's over because of my failures. But the reality of it is this; it's only just begun. Yes, I'm new to the wrestling world. There's a few very obvious 'kinks' in my armor. But I am NOT about quit. Most people that lose are kept down and grounded to the point they cannot get up. But the thing about me, the everyone will soon find out; is that no matter how hard I am hit; I ALWAYS... GET UP! And with this 'punishment' battle royal, I may be back to square one. But if you think I'm going to stay there, you are dead wrong. You are very sadly mistaken. And... You’re too arrogant to admit my potential. But that's fine. Until it squares up and smacks you in the face; I don't expect you to understand. But by god as my witness; you will. You will all come to understand me. And eventually; you might even fear me. Because this trains, shall only derail for you. And quitters. Something I am most definitely not. " Trevor Hyatt reaches to the side of screen, reaching for something that cannot be seen until he brings it into view. And what this item is revealed to be; is a clear glass containing some sort of liquid, accompanied by ice that he now proceeds to sip upon. We assume it's an alcoholic beverage of sorts; but who’s too known. He takes a few sips, and quickly places it back upon what we can only assume, is an out of view table. Simply a Believer ★ Trevor Hyatt "To sit in the shadows and look into the future without seeing yourself to be a part of it; would be silly. I am the future. And one way or another I will get there. This upcoming tag tournament, is my sanctuary. And my opponents? Merely victims. Terry Marvin; the self proclaimed 'Real Show', currently sits upon the same island as I. But he's already proven, so to see him decline so very far to the back of the pack, means that I am already better... than him. People are 'expected' to make mistakes, but the “ Real Show'', as he so claims to be; never will. And then there's Rex Evans, The Last Magician and some others. Three people, the same as I, are looking to impress on the back of disappointment. We all lie upon similar ground with our ears to the concrete, hoping to hear something. Anything. But for all their hope; I don't need it. The last time I was involved in one of these matches; I won with a makeshift partner known as “Nightmare” Niobe Martin. And gaining A.C Smith let’s see if we can’t gain another key victory. But y'see, I was man enough to accept my former defeats. And in the process I made a very good friend. I won my first Key to Excellence match at Evolution 4.0. I was impressive. So if you think; is going to erase me? You better think again. Think long, and think hard, because when I step into that ring? It's Game-Over! " Trevor Hyatt would narrow his eyes with a piercing glare that would burn through the lens of the camera. Intensity was the objective, and confidence was the key. He didn't think for a minute, nor second, that he was going to allow this opportunity to pass him by. He reaches out of view yet again, and grabs his glass. He takes the required number of sips to finish that drink, before slamming the glass back upon the table as you can hear it damn near shattering upon the table top. He would wipe his mouth clean of any excess fluid, before standing up. He flashes a sign toward the camera; a hand gesture that in most language would translate as 'Okay'. But in this case, his hand-gesture was simple. And as translated, it would read; 'S.T.H'. |
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