Post by The Kayby on Nov 1, 2020 0:02:19 GMT -5
We find ourselves in the middle of an interaction between Kayby Hale Cassidy and Taylor Made Ms. Arden Taylor as the scene opens up. The room is dark with only a yellow spotlight overtop of the pair, who's backs face the camera. Between them an aluminum garbage can you may find in an APW Hardcore Championship 'match'. To those unfamiliar with Kayby Hale Cassidy and Taylor Made Ms. Arden Taylor the use of the garbage can is completely out of place because it is neither made of denim nor bejeweled. It is, what the two would call, a commoner's garbage can.
"I am going to be so happy after we burn these clothes. I can still smell the stench that is Flushing, New York on them." He lets out an exasperated sigh. "It's a shame; I really liked my Canadian Tuxedo." Kayby Hale Cassidy shuffles around in his pocket until he pulls out a Zippo knock off. The camera cuts to a different angle so we can get a better look at the design on the side. It is a Flushing, New York tourist Zippo-knockoff. In one fluid movement he flips the lids and rolls his thumb down the flint wheel. The camera cuts behind them; again, framing the garbage can between the pair. One side of their faces lit from the overhead spotlight. He looks at the flame and stretches out a hand toward Taylor Made Ms. Arden Taylor. She hands him a bottle of Alberta Pure that has been turned into a Molotov cocktail. "As Alberta Pure is a travesty to vodka so too is Flushing, New York a travesty to the world." Kayby Hale Cassidy pauses as he stares into the destructive force he holds in his hands. "Fear not, world, for in just a moment I will burn away any evidence of that malodourous toilet of a city." The camera swings from behind to in front. Their attention shifts from the garbage can to the camera. "I'd say I pulled off quite an impressive win last week, but c'mon, the guy I faced last week- what was his name, Bambi?"
"Power something, I think," she says as she tilts her head diagonally upward; her index finger resting just inside a dimple on her face. "Power Switch?" In sudden remembrance she exclaims "Power Paris!"
"Power Paris? That sounds like a green-energy movement in France."
"Paris can be a name, it's a unisex name. We went to school with a guy named Paris."
"Oh yeah," he says in mild recollection. He shakes his head to snap back to the moment. "Regardless, it wasn't all that impressive. All I did was side step his idiotic charge and straight-up decapitate him with an elbow from hell. That's not impressive; I can do that any week. In fact, I will do it any week; this week, in fact. But before I get to The Man With Two Names," Kayby Hale Cassidy says without an iota of irony. "I want to get to the APW management team." He turns to Taylor Made Ms. Arden Taylor. "Can you hold onto these for me, Bambi?"
"Sure thing, Bae-by" she says as she takes both the Molotov and the still-lit knockoff Zippo.
"I was walking around the former-ACC and I happened upon this." He reaches downward out of frame and recovers an APW Monday Night Metal promotional poster. 'Live from Scotiabank Arena in Ontario, Canada!' it reads. "First off, we will be live from the Centre of the Damn Universe in my hometown of Toronto, Ontario; so show it a little respect. This is the city that birthed and raised Taylor Made Ms. Arden Taylor and I; and this city is responsible for the pulse of APW." Dropping the poster in his hand, Kayby Hale Cassidy lifts his left arm up and taps on his wrist with his right hand. "Take that pulse and you will learn that Kayby Hale Cassidy and Taylor Made Ms. Arden Taylor are the lifeblood of APW."
"Bae-by," Taylor Made Ms. Arden Taylor says as she reaches across to Kayby Hale Cassidy, an index finger tracing along his chiseled jaw line. "Sharks do not concern themselves with the opinions of sheep." In a fluid movement she spins Kayby Hale Cassidy towards her. The garbage can now only barely shown as the camera frames their faces. "We burn our history so we can forge our destiny. You're a motherfucking king, and I-" She nuzzles into his chest; his chin gently resting on the top of her head. With a deep relaxed sigh, Taylor Made Ms. Arden Taylor completes her thought. "-and I am your queen. And we sit high atop our own mountain." She snaps her head toward the camera, a smolder across her face. "And after we walk through Señor Two-Names," Taylor Made Ms. Arden Taylor says without an iota of irony. "You will be crowned the prince you are. Now look at me," Kayby Hale Cassidy stares directly over Taylor Made Ms. Arden Taylor's head in pure defiance. "Look at me, Bae-by," she says just a tad more forcefully. His eyes snap to contact with hers; a certain metaphoric flame fans between them. "You're going to put aside the disrespect to our proud city. We are Toronto Strong, but most importantly, bae-by, we are strongest thing going in this company, and you can tell they know it. A title shot in your second week; a turning point or an reward. Sooner rather than later they will have no other option but to bow at your feet, and it starts this week." With that she pushes him away, at the same time handing him the Molotov. "Now burn your history so we can forge your destiny." Kayby Hale Cassidy holds the still-lit faux-Zippo to the cloth of the Molotov. With both a metaphoric and literal flame burning in his eye he drops it into the garbage can. The scene ends with fire burning in Kayby Hale Cassidy's eye.
"I am going to be so happy after we burn these clothes. I can still smell the stench that is Flushing, New York on them." He lets out an exasperated sigh. "It's a shame; I really liked my Canadian Tuxedo." Kayby Hale Cassidy shuffles around in his pocket until he pulls out a Zippo knock off. The camera cuts to a different angle so we can get a better look at the design on the side. It is a Flushing, New York tourist Zippo-knockoff. In one fluid movement he flips the lids and rolls his thumb down the flint wheel. The camera cuts behind them; again, framing the garbage can between the pair. One side of their faces lit from the overhead spotlight. He looks at the flame and stretches out a hand toward Taylor Made Ms. Arden Taylor. She hands him a bottle of Alberta Pure that has been turned into a Molotov cocktail. "As Alberta Pure is a travesty to vodka so too is Flushing, New York a travesty to the world." Kayby Hale Cassidy pauses as he stares into the destructive force he holds in his hands. "Fear not, world, for in just a moment I will burn away any evidence of that malodourous toilet of a city." The camera swings from behind to in front. Their attention shifts from the garbage can to the camera. "I'd say I pulled off quite an impressive win last week, but c'mon, the guy I faced last week- what was his name, Bambi?"
"Power something, I think," she says as she tilts her head diagonally upward; her index finger resting just inside a dimple on her face. "Power Switch?" In sudden remembrance she exclaims "Power Paris!"
"Power Paris? That sounds like a green-energy movement in France."
"Paris can be a name, it's a unisex name. We went to school with a guy named Paris."
"Oh yeah," he says in mild recollection. He shakes his head to snap back to the moment. "Regardless, it wasn't all that impressive. All I did was side step his idiotic charge and straight-up decapitate him with an elbow from hell. That's not impressive; I can do that any week. In fact, I will do it any week; this week, in fact. But before I get to The Man With Two Names," Kayby Hale Cassidy says without an iota of irony. "I want to get to the APW management team." He turns to Taylor Made Ms. Arden Taylor. "Can you hold onto these for me, Bambi?"
"Sure thing, Bae-by" she says as she takes both the Molotov and the still-lit knockoff Zippo.
"I was walking around the former-ACC and I happened upon this." He reaches downward out of frame and recovers an APW Monday Night Metal promotional poster. 'Live from Scotiabank Arena in Ontario, Canada!' it reads. "First off, we will be live from the Centre of the Damn Universe in my hometown of Toronto, Ontario; so show it a little respect. This is the city that birthed and raised Taylor Made Ms. Arden Taylor and I; and this city is responsible for the pulse of APW." Dropping the poster in his hand, Kayby Hale Cassidy lifts his left arm up and taps on his wrist with his right hand. "Take that pulse and you will learn that Kayby Hale Cassidy and Taylor Made Ms. Arden Taylor are the lifeblood of APW."
"Bae-by," Taylor Made Ms. Arden Taylor says as she reaches across to Kayby Hale Cassidy, an index finger tracing along his chiseled jaw line. "Sharks do not concern themselves with the opinions of sheep." In a fluid movement she spins Kayby Hale Cassidy towards her. The garbage can now only barely shown as the camera frames their faces. "We burn our history so we can forge our destiny. You're a motherfucking king, and I-" She nuzzles into his chest; his chin gently resting on the top of her head. With a deep relaxed sigh, Taylor Made Ms. Arden Taylor completes her thought. "-and I am your queen. And we sit high atop our own mountain." She snaps her head toward the camera, a smolder across her face. "And after we walk through Señor Two-Names," Taylor Made Ms. Arden Taylor says without an iota of irony. "You will be crowned the prince you are. Now look at me," Kayby Hale Cassidy stares directly over Taylor Made Ms. Arden Taylor's head in pure defiance. "Look at me, Bae-by," she says just a tad more forcefully. His eyes snap to contact with hers; a certain metaphoric flame fans between them. "You're going to put aside the disrespect to our proud city. We are Toronto Strong, but most importantly, bae-by, we are strongest thing going in this company, and you can tell they know it. A title shot in your second week; a turning point or an reward. Sooner rather than later they will have no other option but to bow at your feet, and it starts this week." With that she pushes him away, at the same time handing him the Molotov. "Now burn your history so we can forge your destiny." Kayby Hale Cassidy holds the still-lit faux-Zippo to the cloth of the Molotov. With both a metaphoric and literal flame burning in his eye he drops it into the garbage can. The scene ends with fire burning in Kayby Hale Cassidy's eye.
