[Mr. Lifeguard is in the locker room. Paul Priest and Jade walk in and approach him.]
Mr. Lifeguard: Hey, look who it is! It’s so great to see you guys, the NRWL’s newest happy couple!
[Mr. Lifeguard extends a hand to Paul. Paul appears to be distracted and completely ignores the handshake request.]
Paul Priest: Yes, we came here looking for you, actually!
[Mr. Lifeguard puts his hand down.]
Mr. Lifeguard: Me?
Paul Priest: Yes. You see, Jade, my passionate lover here, is going to be in a wrestling match at the next show. I was very excited at first. Girl on girl action, right here in the NRWL? Amazing! Am I right?!
Mr. Lifeguard: Well sure! Always good to see athletes get an opportunity to succeed, be it a man or a woman.
[Paul scrunches his face and looks at Mr. Lifeguard.]
Paul Priest: What? What are you… Um, anyway. Here's the thing. I was pretty excited about it at first. But then, I thought to myself, "What would I do if Jade were somehow injured in the ring?" I decided it was time I educate myself on some basic first aid.
Mr. Lifeguard: That is wonderful! I wish more people would become familiar with first aid and safety techniques. Seeing as we are talking about a wrestling match, a common injury that should be properly dealt with is a neck or head injury.
Paul Priest: Perfect.
Mr. Lifeguard: Jade, please lie down on this mat on the floor.
[Jade makes herself comfortable on the mat.]
Mr. Lifeguard: Ok, Paul, you kneel down beside Jade here.
[Paul kneels down at Jade's shoulders.]
Mr. Lifeguard: Very important, you want to make sure you do not move the neck. Keep her head straight.
[Paul moves over above Jade's head and holds her neck in place. As he does this, he begins to caress her face and neck with his hands.]
Mr. Lifeguard: That’s not actually encouraged. You can lose concentration and possibly further aggravate the injury.
Paul Priest: It's important to be comfortable. How does that feel, my dear?
Jade: Mmmm.. That's nice, baby. I'm very comfortable.
Mr. Lifeguard: Uh. Ok, how about this. Let's try something else. Another injury that could occur is a leg injury. Let's say that Jade twists her knee. Are you familiar with RICE?
Jade: Oh, are we ever!!!
[Mr. Lifeguard gives her a questioning look.]
Paul Priest: Yep. It's our favorite position of them all! Reverse Indian C--
Mr. Lifeguard: Whoa! Hold up! Not- Not that. No. I’m talking about Rest, Ice, Compression, and Elevation! Come on, do you even care about first aid?
Jade: We do! I’ll feel a lot safer out there if Paul knows how to take care of me should something go wrong. We want to get this right.
Mr. Lifeguard: Ok, let's continue.
[Paul has a very concerned look on his face.]
Paul Priest: Doctor, I have a fear that something truly terrible may happen. What if... What if she stops breathing? Is there anything that can be done?
Mr. Lifeguard: First of all, I'm not a doctor, but I am a certified lifeguard with the American Lifeguard Association. Second, while I sincerely hope this does not happen, if Jade somehow suffers a terrible injury and stops breathing you'll need to perform CPR. Which stands for Cardiopulmonary Resuscitation! It does not stand for anything else!
[Jade and Paul look at each other with and both shake their heads.]
Jade: Not following, doc.
Mr. Lifeguard: I'm not a doctor!
Paul Priest: But you're dressed like one.
[Mr. Lifeguard looks at his outfit which is his normal wrestling attire.]
Mr. Lifeguard: I am not! Look, maybe we should stop.
Paul Priest: Wait, wait. No, this is important. We really do want to learn. Please.
Jade: Yes, please Mr. Lifeguard! We just want to be safe.
[Mr. Lifeguard closes his eyes, takes a deep breath and exhales. He opens his eyes.]
Mr. Lifeguard: Alright. CPR. It's a combination of rescue breaths and chest compressions.
[Jade begins to remove the top she is wearing.]
Mr. Lifeguard: What are you doing?
Jade: I feel I should remove my shirt if we need to perform on my chest.
Mr. Lifeguard: No, that's not right at all. You can leave your clothes on.
Jade: I really feel like I'm supposed to do this.
Paul Priest: I agree.
[Mr. Lifeguard waves his hands.]
Mr. Lifeguard: Let's try it my way first. OK?
[Paul shrugs and Jade pulls her top back down.]
Paul Priest: [muttering to Jade] This is never going to work.
Mr. Lifeguard: Let's start with the rescue breathing. Paul, if you need to perform rescue breathing you will tilt Jade's head back a little to ensure an open airway. Then, you'll pinch her nose. Finally, if this were a real situation, you would cover her mouth with yours and breathe in.
Paul Priest: Ok, I think I got this.
[Paul tilts Jade's head back slightly and pinches her nose.]
Mr. Lifeguard: That's it! You got it. Great job, Paul!
[Paul then covers Jade's mouth with his and the two begin kissing passionately.]
Mr. Lifeguard: Wait! Stop! If you do that to a stranger, they can press charges! It’s not proper procedure!
Paul Priest: I really think we are getting it, though. I do!
Jade: It's true. I feel refreshed already.
Mr. Lifeguard: It's not supposed to be THAT refreshing.
Paul Priest: Now, you mentioned something about chest compressions?
Mr. Lifeguard: Yes. You'll need to find the middle of Jade's chest and place one of your palms there. Place the other hand on top. In a real emergency situation, you would push down on her chest.
[Paul moves into position. He correctly places his hands on Jade's chest and holds them there.]
Jade: It's not working. I really think it would be better if I took my shirt off.
Mr. Lifeguard: He's not doing anything! He's just in position. He's not going to do the actual compressions. This is only to be done if you are not breathing. You can be seriously hurt otherwise.
[Paul's hands shift from their proper CPR position and begin to cup Jade's breasts. Jade closes her eyes and moans.]
Jade: Oh yeah…. This CPR is awesome…
Paul Priest: Seriously. This will be our new warm up routine!
Mr. Lifeguard: No! This isn’t right!
[Mr. Lifeguard, at the end of his wits, pulls Paul off of Jade. Paul pulls Mr. Lifeguard down on the floor. Jade gets up and gets in between both men as Paul is standing up. Paul trips and knocks Jade on top of Mr. Lifeguard. Paul grabs hold of Jade’s waist from behind and is about to pull her off when all three hear a scream and freeze in position. All three slowly turn their head toward the door to the locker room. A young child in a wheelchair is in the doorway. His mother is behind him. The child has a photograph of Mr. Lifeguard and a marker in his hands. He looks horrified.]
Child: Mommy! Mr. Lifeguard is having a threesome!
Mother: I -- Well, I never! This isn't first aid, Billy! Forget you ever saw it!!! Let’s get out of here!
[The mother pulls Billy’s wheelchair out of the room and they quickly escape down the hallway. Mr. Lifeguard throws Jade off of him, gets up, and runs down the hallway.]
Mr. Lifeguard: Wait! Wait!!! I can explain this!
[Paul and Jade just look at each other and shrug. A few moments later, Mr. Lifeguard returns and looks furious.]
Mr. Lifeguard: That young boy was Billy. The Make-A-Wish Foundation arranged to have him meet with me because he’s such a dedicated fan of first aid. You just ruined his moment. You have ruined his faith in first aid.
Paul Priest: He’ll get over it.
[Mr. Lifeguard’s eyes get wide.]
Mr. Lifeguard: I will make you pay for this in the ring. I will fix this mess you've caused.
[Mr. Lifeguard storms out. Paul and Jade watch him leave. Paul looks at Jade with a puzzled look.]
Paul Priest: Hey.
Jade: Yeah?
Paul Priest: How come I never get any of the Make-A-Wish kids?
Showing posts with label Action. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Action. Show all posts
Monday, May 12, 2014
Hit List
[Scene opens with Jay Phillips in the interview area.]
Jay: Ladies and gentlemen, my guests at this time, NRWL champion Scotty Paris, with Trixie!
[Scotty and Trixie walk into view. Scotty is on the phone and Trixie is holding his NRWL belt over her shoulder.]
Scotty: …….Right…..Well listen, you tell him I said so, and if he doesn’t like like it, then he can go pound sand! …….What? …….What about the phrase “pound sand?!” ……...Middle Eastern Royal who?--Look, I don’t care if he’s a price or whatever on his own side of the planet! Over here, it’s my way, or shut up!
[Scotty motions to a stagehand off camera, who walks on to the scene with a bucket of water. Scotty throws his cell phone into the bucket and the stagehand walks off scene.]
Jay: Uh, Scotty, thank you for--
Scotty: You’re absolutely welcome for my time, Jay! My time is very precious! I am the NRWL champion, and I am really important! I just had to deal with Paul Pervert barraging into my dressing room earlier, so you'd better make this good. You wanted to ask me about my title, right?
Jay: I--
Scotty: Well of course you do. Quite an impressive title defense, don’t you think? Now, I’ll admit that using my Money In the Bank contract against a beat down Max Headroom was kind of sneaky, but I’m pretty sure I silenced all doubters by taking him to the cleaners at the last show! I’m the best in the NRWL. And this belt here proves it!
[Suddenly, Franco Mancini walks onto camera and stands across Scotty and Trixie.]
Scotty! Hey! Get out of my interview! Why do people always have to interrupt my interviews?
[Scotty reaches to his championship belt over Trixie's shoulder and pulls out another phone from behind the belt strap. He dials a number and holds the phone to his ear.]
Scotty: Yeah, I need you to fire all the security you hired to replace the security that was fired earlier and hire new ones. Then, get Sunderland or Charles on the phone and tell them as champion I demand my own private interviewing area that I rightfully deserve, free from the vagrants roaming around, like this guy here! ......I don't care if you can't see who I'm talking about! No more of my interviews getting interrupted! Then, I need you to fire yourself.
[Scotty launches his phone off camera. After a few seconds, it can be heard smacking and breaking off the concrete floor]
Excuse me, but Jay Phillips here was in the middle of asking me some pretty important questions about the NRWL championship. Something you wouldn’t know anything about!
Franco: Relax, relax. I like you Scotty. You're a funny guy! I like people who make jokes! That's all you're doing right now, just pretending to be a prestigious champion. It's a good act, and I have no problem with it. See, what I would have a problem with, is if you were serious, and you actually believed the things you were sayin'. That just wouldn't sit well with me. I actually have been provin’ myself week after week. I've pinned or submitted more people this season than anyone! My only loss came when I destroyed everyone in an elimination match, then had some nobody steal my rightful victory! There is no one in the NRWL who can match up with Franco Mancini!
[Franco's serious look on his face fades away, and he starts to chuckle and shake his head]
Franco: Sorry, sorry. I got a bit worked up there. Let me make you an offer. You quit pretending to be champion, and give me the NRWL Championship. In return, you'll avoid being...whacked.
Scotty: That’s disgusting. I’ll have none of that. You can whack all you want in your own dressing room, but not in my interview area.
Jay: It’s actually my int--
Scotty: Tell you what. You want a crack at this belt? You think you can run with me? Fine. You got a shot. So you bring your clown pants to the next show, and I’ll send you packing. Then you can go back to making that revolting American Spaghetti of yours. Come on, Trixie!
[Scotty storms off camera.]
Scotty: [off-camera] Jerk.
[Jay tries to regain his composure, and continue the interview]
Jay: Well, Franco, you seemed to have gotten yourself a title match with Scotty Paris. How are you going to prepare for it?
Franco: What are you trying to get at, Jay? You want me to reveal sensitive information like that?
Jay: No, I’m just trying to do an interview.
Franco: An interview? You gonna print some article from this interview, some newspaper headline? Here’s a headline for you: “Franco Mancini guarantees the NRWL Championship, Scotty Paris guarantees his own funeral.” There. Print it!
[Franco Mancini walks away, leaving Jay by himself]
Jay: Ok...Back to the action.
[scene fades out]
Jay: Ladies and gentlemen, my guests at this time, NRWL champion Scotty Paris, with Trixie!
[Scotty and Trixie walk into view. Scotty is on the phone and Trixie is holding his NRWL belt over her shoulder.]
Scotty: …….Right…..Well listen, you tell him I said so, and if he doesn’t like like it, then he can go pound sand! …….What? …….What about the phrase “pound sand?!” ……...Middle Eastern Royal who?--Look, I don’t care if he’s a price or whatever on his own side of the planet! Over here, it’s my way, or shut up!
[Scotty motions to a stagehand off camera, who walks on to the scene with a bucket of water. Scotty throws his cell phone into the bucket and the stagehand walks off scene.]
Jay: Uh, Scotty, thank you for--
Scotty: You’re absolutely welcome for my time, Jay! My time is very precious! I am the NRWL champion, and I am really important! I just had to deal with Paul Pervert barraging into my dressing room earlier, so you'd better make this good. You wanted to ask me about my title, right?
Jay: I--
Scotty: Well of course you do. Quite an impressive title defense, don’t you think? Now, I’ll admit that using my Money In the Bank contract against a beat down Max Headroom was kind of sneaky, but I’m pretty sure I silenced all doubters by taking him to the cleaners at the last show! I’m the best in the NRWL. And this belt here proves it!
[Suddenly, Franco Mancini walks onto camera and stands across Scotty and Trixie.]
Scotty! Hey! Get out of my interview! Why do people always have to interrupt my interviews?
[Scotty reaches to his championship belt over Trixie's shoulder and pulls out another phone from behind the belt strap. He dials a number and holds the phone to his ear.]
Scotty: Yeah, I need you to fire all the security you hired to replace the security that was fired earlier and hire new ones. Then, get Sunderland or Charles on the phone and tell them as champion I demand my own private interviewing area that I rightfully deserve, free from the vagrants roaming around, like this guy here! ......I don't care if you can't see who I'm talking about! No more of my interviews getting interrupted! Then, I need you to fire yourself.
[Scotty launches his phone off camera. After a few seconds, it can be heard smacking and breaking off the concrete floor]
Excuse me, but Jay Phillips here was in the middle of asking me some pretty important questions about the NRWL championship. Something you wouldn’t know anything about!
Franco: Relax, relax. I like you Scotty. You're a funny guy! I like people who make jokes! That's all you're doing right now, just pretending to be a prestigious champion. It's a good act, and I have no problem with it. See, what I would have a problem with, is if you were serious, and you actually believed the things you were sayin'. That just wouldn't sit well with me. I actually have been provin’ myself week after week. I've pinned or submitted more people this season than anyone! My only loss came when I destroyed everyone in an elimination match, then had some nobody steal my rightful victory! There is no one in the NRWL who can match up with Franco Mancini!
[Franco's serious look on his face fades away, and he starts to chuckle and shake his head]
Franco: Sorry, sorry. I got a bit worked up there. Let me make you an offer. You quit pretending to be champion, and give me the NRWL Championship. In return, you'll avoid being...whacked.
Scotty: That’s disgusting. I’ll have none of that. You can whack all you want in your own dressing room, but not in my interview area.
Jay: It’s actually my int--
Scotty: Tell you what. You want a crack at this belt? You think you can run with me? Fine. You got a shot. So you bring your clown pants to the next show, and I’ll send you packing. Then you can go back to making that revolting American Spaghetti of yours. Come on, Trixie!
[Scotty storms off camera.]
Scotty: [off-camera] Jerk.
[Jay tries to regain his composure, and continue the interview]
Jay: Well, Franco, you seemed to have gotten yourself a title match with Scotty Paris. How are you going to prepare for it?
Franco: What are you trying to get at, Jay? You want me to reveal sensitive information like that?
Jay: No, I’m just trying to do an interview.
Franco: An interview? You gonna print some article from this interview, some newspaper headline? Here’s a headline for you: “Franco Mancini guarantees the NRWL Championship, Scotty Paris guarantees his own funeral.” There. Print it!
[Franco Mancini walks away, leaving Jay by himself]
Jay: Ok...Back to the action.
[scene fades out]
Public Display of Aggression
[Scotty Paris is on the phone with his agent while Trixie stands next to him, looking at him with approval.]
Scotty Paris: ---because I told you to do it! Yeah, yeah. You know what? You’re fired. It’s about time I got an agent capable of handling the needs of a champion! This is ridiculous.
[Scotty snaps his phone in half and throws the pieces on the ground. Just as he does this, someone walks into his dressing room.]
Scotty Paris: You! Who let you in here?!
[Paul Priest walks into view with a big smile on his face. Jade is standing at his side.]
Paul Priest: Uh, I walked in the door.
[Paul points behind him with his thumb to the dressing room door. Scotty stares at the door, wide eyed.]
Scotty Paris: Unbelievable! I need a whole new staff. These people are completely incompetent!
[Scotty takes a new cell phone out of his pocket and dials the agent he just fired..]
Scotty Paris: You’re unfired. Fire all of my security staff and hire better ones. Then, pack up your desk because you’re fired again!
[Scotty throws his phone on the ground and stomps on it, shattering the screen. He walks over to a locker and takes out another phone. He makes another call, forgetting about Paul entering the room. Trixie squints at Paul and Jade and taps her toe on the floor.]
Trixie: Well, shouldn’t you be going? We’re busy here.
Paul Priest: You always were so hostile. It’s a real turn on, every time.
[Trixie face shifts to a furious glare.]
Paul Priest: Ok, geez… Look, we just wanted to congratulate ol’ Scotty on his championship victory! I, for one, am really proud of him coming back for injury, winning the title. You know, before he left, he and I were right there in heavy competition and one would have to think that I would be next in line for a shot at the belt, wouldn’t you say?
Trixie: Hah! That’s never going to happen. Scotty has better things to do than squish a bug like you. Take it somewhere else, Paul. There’s a long list of challengers ahead of the likes of you.
Paul Priest: That really hurts, Trixie.
[Paul looks down at the floor. Jade steps in front of him and stands face to face with Trixie.]
Jade: You’ve got a lot of nerve. This man is one of the greatest, most talented wrestlers in the ring..
[Jade turns to Paul and rubs his chest.]
Jade: And, I must say, one of the most talented men I’ve ever been in --
Trixie: -- Oh please shut up right now!!! I don’t want that visual. Paul, get out here and take your skank with you! Now!
[Jade turns around and slaps Trixie. Trixie stumbles back and rubs her cheek for a moment. She then tackles Jade and both women roll around on the floor brawling. Paul looks down at both of them and starts throwing his hands in the air.]
Paul Priest: Yes!!! This is awesome!!! Scotty! Bring your phone over here! We need to record this!
[In the background, Scotty is seen with his back to everyone, still on the phone. He waves a hand in their direction, clearly ignoring the situation. Both women get to their feet. Trixie shoves Jade back and she bumps into Paul, who catches her.]
Trixie: You know what? You want to get into this? Let’s do this in front of everyone.
Paul Priest: Ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod…
Trixie: How about we settle this in the ring!
Jade: Oh, it’s on!
Paul Priest: Yes!!!! This is the greatest thing that has ever happened in the NRWL!
[Paul takes Jade’s hand and pulls her away while she stares at Trixie. Trixie gives Jade a cold stare of her own.]
Scotty Paris: ---because I told you to do it! Yeah, yeah. You know what? You’re fired. It’s about time I got an agent capable of handling the needs of a champion! This is ridiculous.
[Scotty snaps his phone in half and throws the pieces on the ground. Just as he does this, someone walks into his dressing room.]
Scotty Paris: You! Who let you in here?!
[Paul Priest walks into view with a big smile on his face. Jade is standing at his side.]
Paul Priest: Uh, I walked in the door.
[Paul points behind him with his thumb to the dressing room door. Scotty stares at the door, wide eyed.]
Scotty Paris: Unbelievable! I need a whole new staff. These people are completely incompetent!
[Scotty takes a new cell phone out of his pocket and dials the agent he just fired..]
Scotty Paris: You’re unfired. Fire all of my security staff and hire better ones. Then, pack up your desk because you’re fired again!
[Scotty throws his phone on the ground and stomps on it, shattering the screen. He walks over to a locker and takes out another phone. He makes another call, forgetting about Paul entering the room. Trixie squints at Paul and Jade and taps her toe on the floor.]
Trixie: Well, shouldn’t you be going? We’re busy here.
Paul Priest: You always were so hostile. It’s a real turn on, every time.
[Trixie face shifts to a furious glare.]
Paul Priest: Ok, geez… Look, we just wanted to congratulate ol’ Scotty on his championship victory! I, for one, am really proud of him coming back for injury, winning the title. You know, before he left, he and I were right there in heavy competition and one would have to think that I would be next in line for a shot at the belt, wouldn’t you say?
Trixie: Hah! That’s never going to happen. Scotty has better things to do than squish a bug like you. Take it somewhere else, Paul. There’s a long list of challengers ahead of the likes of you.
Paul Priest: That really hurts, Trixie.
[Paul looks down at the floor. Jade steps in front of him and stands face to face with Trixie.]
Jade: You’ve got a lot of nerve. This man is one of the greatest, most talented wrestlers in the ring..
[Jade turns to Paul and rubs his chest.]
Jade: And, I must say, one of the most talented men I’ve ever been in --
Trixie: -- Oh please shut up right now!!! I don’t want that visual. Paul, get out here and take your skank with you! Now!
[Jade turns around and slaps Trixie. Trixie stumbles back and rubs her cheek for a moment. She then tackles Jade and both women roll around on the floor brawling. Paul looks down at both of them and starts throwing his hands in the air.]
Paul Priest: Yes!!! This is awesome!!! Scotty! Bring your phone over here! We need to record this!
[In the background, Scotty is seen with his back to everyone, still on the phone. He waves a hand in their direction, clearly ignoring the situation. Both women get to their feet. Trixie shoves Jade back and she bumps into Paul, who catches her.]
Trixie: You know what? You want to get into this? Let’s do this in front of everyone.
Paul Priest: Ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod…
Trixie: How about we settle this in the ring!
Jade: Oh, it’s on!
Paul Priest: Yes!!!! This is the greatest thing that has ever happened in the NRWL!
[Paul takes Jade’s hand and pulls her away while she stares at Trixie. Trixie gives Jade a cold stare of her own.]
Saturday, May 10, 2014
Travis Dos Dos
[The scene
fades in to show El Termitas backstage, happily awaiting his cue]
El Termitas: Hey there NRWL! It's El
Termitas. I've been hearing some rumblings lately that Travis 22
challenged me to a match! I thought about it for about five seconds,
then decided to accept it! A new opponent presents new opportunities
in the ring! But, I know what everyone is really thinking. They're
going “El Termitas, it's Travis 22! He's so annoying! He says he
wins when he actually loses!” Well, I'm going to make a bold
prediction here NRWL fans. I believe that after our match, win or
lose, Travis 22 will come out next week and claim he's undefeated.
Guess what. That's ok! He can do that all he wants. I say that,
because the important “win” doesn't go in the record books for El
Termitas or Travis 22. No, the important “win” is for the fans,
and that they'll come out on top by witnessing an entertaining match!
Of course...you guys will end up with a loss next week, but that will
be for your ears, haha! ...Unless the NRWL fans petitioned the
President of the United States to place a gag order on Travis 22.
Then you may be saved! Well, let's hope for the best. Until next time, this is El Termitas! Adios!
Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust, Ash, You're Dead to Us
[The Holy
Duo's music hits, and heading out to the ring is Benjamin the Blessed
and The Filthy Friar, meeting a chorus of boos]
Jim “The Amp” Johnson: Here comes
the Holy Duo! And thankfully, it doesn't look like they're going to
attack anyone!
Warhead: Keep your guard up, Jim. You
never know with these guys!
[As Benjamin and the Friar get to the
ring, there is a bucket and cloth set up in the middle of the ring.
Benjamin grabs a microphone]
Benjamin: I think that the world is
starting to learn. You people are starting to see the truth. You do
not like it, but slowly, you will. When we focus, our foes crumble
before us. Sometimes though, we lose our concentration for the
briefest of moments. We fall into the temptations of the demons that
defeat us. One of those demons was a man named Ash. Ash fought The
Filthy Friar a few weeks back...and Ash pinned him. He threw water on
your flame of hope! But that is not the worst of what he did. After
the match....he extended his hand to the Friar. I have never seen
such disrespect in my life!
Jim “The Amp” Johnson: What?! Ash
wanted to congratulate The Filthy Friar on a hard fought match!
Warhead: Wait, maybe Benjamin is
talking about The Filthy Friar himself! It's not likely, but he might
be!
Benjamin: That very act...that is an
act only for the just! Ash extended his hand in an attempt to sully
the Friar! Watch closely Ash. I will cleanse your putridity. Once
through The Filthy Friar, and once through the agony of the ring.
[Benjamin kneels down and grabs the
cloth. He dips it in the bucket, wetting it, and begins to wash The
Filthy Friar's hand]
Warhead: I don't know what to make of
these guys. They're definitely short a few brain cells!
Jim “The Amp” Johnson: And Ash
seems to be the next one they have their sights set on! Now can
someone get them out of this ring?
[Benjamin continues washing The Friar's
hand, until the camera finally fades out]
Moving Forward
[Jay Phillips is in an interview area.]
Jay Phillips: My guest at this time is Jax Rivers.
[Jax steps into view next to Jay.]
Jay Phillips: Jax, you recently have had a series of run ins with Paul Priest and Jade. At the last event, you and Mandy were in a mixed tag team match with Paul and Jade. During that match, you and Jade had an altercation where you struck her, causing a disqualification. We know you tried to apologize to Jade but in the process, well, something happened.
[Jax looks up at the lights and takes a deep breath.]
Jax Rivers: I made a horrible mistake in that match. You can make a mistake and lose a match any day of the week. Afterward, you learn from it and go out the next night stronger for it. This is different. I did something I.. Jay, I don't know why I did what I did. It happened. I tried to correct it the only way I knew how. Somehow, in trying to correct my mistake, I made things even worse. Jade made it look like we were somehow involved with each other, Mandy saw it, got upset, and left. In a matter of days, I cost myself and my girlfriend a match, I lost the respect of those around me because of my actions, and now I have even lost my girlfriend. I came to the NRWL to better myself. Somehow, I have to move forward. I have to prove to myself, and everyone else, that I am the future of this company.
Jay Phillips: Well, I certainly believe that --- hey! What are you doing here?
[Storm Harrison walks into the interview with his bodyguard, Caleb, at his side. Storm has on a pair of sunglasses and takes them off to look over Jax Rivers.]
Storm Harrison: Jay, don't you have better things to do than interview this clown? You should be spending your time interviewing real stars like me, not these new guys. What has [makes quotes with his hands] Jax Rivers ever done noteworthy in this business?
Jay Phillips: You didn't need to quote his name. It's his actual name. And he was a world champion before coming to NR ---
Storm Harrison: What wrestling company other than NRWL even matters? Please. World Champion.
[Storm takes a step toward Jax and pokes a finger in his chest.]
Storm Harrison: You may have come here thinking you could be a star but now you are standing next to a true superstar. Take a good look because this is the closest you will ever get to greatness.
Jax Rivers: I know you love to hear yourself talk but if you keep going I'm going to break your jaw.
[Caleb steps forward and puts a hand on Jax's shoulder. Jax throws it off.]
Jax Rivers: I'm not afraid of your monster! I've slayed giants before. If I have to do it again, I will, but it's you I want in the ring. I'll show you why I deserve to be here.
[Storm nods his head and then looks to Caleb. They trade some kind of silent communication. Storm looks back at Jax.]
Storm Harrison: Then I'll see you in the ring.
[Storm and Caleb walk off. Jax stares at them as they leave.]
Jay Phillips: My guest at this time is Jax Rivers.
[Jax steps into view next to Jay.]
Jay Phillips: Jax, you recently have had a series of run ins with Paul Priest and Jade. At the last event, you and Mandy were in a mixed tag team match with Paul and Jade. During that match, you and Jade had an altercation where you struck her, causing a disqualification. We know you tried to apologize to Jade but in the process, well, something happened.
[Jax looks up at the lights and takes a deep breath.]
Jax Rivers: I made a horrible mistake in that match. You can make a mistake and lose a match any day of the week. Afterward, you learn from it and go out the next night stronger for it. This is different. I did something I.. Jay, I don't know why I did what I did. It happened. I tried to correct it the only way I knew how. Somehow, in trying to correct my mistake, I made things even worse. Jade made it look like we were somehow involved with each other, Mandy saw it, got upset, and left. In a matter of days, I cost myself and my girlfriend a match, I lost the respect of those around me because of my actions, and now I have even lost my girlfriend. I came to the NRWL to better myself. Somehow, I have to move forward. I have to prove to myself, and everyone else, that I am the future of this company.
Jay Phillips: Well, I certainly believe that --- hey! What are you doing here?
[Storm Harrison walks into the interview with his bodyguard, Caleb, at his side. Storm has on a pair of sunglasses and takes them off to look over Jax Rivers.]
Storm Harrison: Jay, don't you have better things to do than interview this clown? You should be spending your time interviewing real stars like me, not these new guys. What has [makes quotes with his hands] Jax Rivers ever done noteworthy in this business?
Jay Phillips: You didn't need to quote his name. It's his actual name. And he was a world champion before coming to NR ---
Storm Harrison: What wrestling company other than NRWL even matters? Please. World Champion.
[Storm takes a step toward Jax and pokes a finger in his chest.]
Storm Harrison: You may have come here thinking you could be a star but now you are standing next to a true superstar. Take a good look because this is the closest you will ever get to greatness.
Jax Rivers: I know you love to hear yourself talk but if you keep going I'm going to break your jaw.
[Caleb steps forward and puts a hand on Jax's shoulder. Jax throws it off.]
Jax Rivers: I'm not afraid of your monster! I've slayed giants before. If I have to do it again, I will, but it's you I want in the ring. I'll show you why I deserve to be here.
[Storm nods his head and then looks to Caleb. They trade some kind of silent communication. Storm looks back at Jax.]
Storm Harrison: Then I'll see you in the ring.
[Storm and Caleb walk off. Jax stares at them as they leave.]
Kiss and Make Up
[Jax Rivers walks up to a door backstage, takes a deep breath, and knocks on the door. After a moment, the door opens and Jade steps out. She eyes Jax angrily while placing a hand on her stomach instinctively.]
Jade: What do you want?
Jax Rivers: Listen, that match. Things got out of hand. You said some things to me about Mandy that I won't repeat. You were wrong to say that to me but I'm not here for an apology. I want to apologize to you.
Jade: You know what? You should be begging me for forgiveness! You kicked me in the stomach. I could have been seriously hurt.
Jax Rivers: I know. I know. Like I said, things got out of hand. I'm not that kind of guy. I don't hit women. The match was intense and I just lost my mind. I made a decision I shouldn't have and as soon as it happened, I regretted it. I just wanted to come here and tell you that I'm very sorry. You didn't deserve what I did.
[Jade measures Jax's remorseful look. She glances down the hallway and then visibly loosens up.]
Jade: That's all I needed to hear. It's ok.
[She takes Jax's hand. Jax looks at her and then to his hand, surprised.]
Jade: You're a good man, Jax Rivers.
[Jade presses up against Jax and gives him a passionate kiss on the lips. Jax, stunned, takes a few seconds to react. He gently pushes her away.]
Jax Rivers: Whoa.. Wait a minute.
[Jax hears a noise and looks down the hallway. Mandy is standing just a few feet away from them. She has tears in her eyes.]
Mandy: Jax?
Jax Rivers: Oh, geez. This isn't what it looks like!
Mandy: How could you?!
[Mandy turns and runs away. Jax pulls away from Jade and runs after her.]
Jax Rivers: Wait!
[Jade watches as Jax takes off after Mandy. She smiles and casually walks back into her dressing room.]
Jade: What do you want?
Jax Rivers: Listen, that match. Things got out of hand. You said some things to me about Mandy that I won't repeat. You were wrong to say that to me but I'm not here for an apology. I want to apologize to you.
Jade: You know what? You should be begging me for forgiveness! You kicked me in the stomach. I could have been seriously hurt.
Jax Rivers: I know. I know. Like I said, things got out of hand. I'm not that kind of guy. I don't hit women. The match was intense and I just lost my mind. I made a decision I shouldn't have and as soon as it happened, I regretted it. I just wanted to come here and tell you that I'm very sorry. You didn't deserve what I did.
[Jade measures Jax's remorseful look. She glances down the hallway and then visibly loosens up.]
Jade: That's all I needed to hear. It's ok.
[She takes Jax's hand. Jax looks at her and then to his hand, surprised.]
Jade: You're a good man, Jax Rivers.
[Jade presses up against Jax and gives him a passionate kiss on the lips. Jax, stunned, takes a few seconds to react. He gently pushes her away.]
Jax Rivers: Whoa.. Wait a minute.
[Jax hears a noise and looks down the hallway. Mandy is standing just a few feet away from them. She has tears in her eyes.]
Mandy: Jax?
Jax Rivers: Oh, geez. This isn't what it looks like!
Mandy: How could you?!
[Mandy turns and runs away. Jax pulls away from Jade and runs after her.]
Jax Rivers: Wait!
[Jade watches as Jax takes off after Mandy. She smiles and casually walks back into her dressing room.]
Friday, May 9, 2014
Uh-O(den)
[The scene
fades in showing Crash MuscleGate and Frederic St. Pierre backstage,
standing together and staring off camera. The camera turns towards
where they are looking, showing a door with the label “Lovable Liam
<3” on it. The door opens up, Liam talking to someone as he
exits]
Liam: ...Sounds great! I really think
this will work out! Oh! Hi Crash. Hi Frederic.
Crash: Liam...Liam Liam Liam Liam. You
disappoint me Liam. I expected you and Frederic to beat each other so
badly, that one of you would be unconscious and not be able to get up
by the count of three. But you....you tapped out. You QUIT the
MuscleGang! How could anyone quit the MuscleGang?
Liam: I was in a lot of pain...I could
have been seriously injured!
Crash: You know what you do when you
get injured? You rehab! And you could have gone to me for that rehab!
But nope. You're a quitter. A failure.
Frederic: Un perdant!
Crash: I don't know what that means,
but it's probably an insult! Right?
Frederic: You are correct!
Crash: See? Frederic and I are on the
same page. We're not like you.
Liam: Guys, I'm really sorry, but-
Frederic: Please, please. No more
excuses. Liam...I say this as a former ally....I believe it is best
if you quit NRWL, just like you quit the MuscleGang. You save
yourself embarrassment and pain.
Liam: I can't do that! I already found
myself a new friend!
Crash: Ooooh! A new friend! Wow! Way to
go!
Liam: And he and I challenge the two of
you to a tag team match!
Frederic: Uh oh! Crash, I am afraid!
Perhaps we should run?
Crash: Maybe! What if Liam makes us
fight him and....Adorable Andy?
Frederic: Haha! Or better yet, maybe
Delightful Derrick?
Liam: Or perhaps, the man that neither
of you have ever managed to pin cleanly in sixteen matches, Oden
Schreiner?
[The smiles on Crash and Frederic's
faces fade away, as Liam knocks on the door he had exited from.
Moments later, the door opens up, and out steps a very tall, very
muscular man]
Crash: Whoa whoa whoa! Wait, he can't
wrestle in the NRWL! This isn't possible!
Frederic: We do not accept this match!
It is unfair! We are not properly prepared!
Oden: Accept the match!!! Or else I
fight you now without rules!!! Without a ref!!! And with as much
violence as possible!!!
Crash: We accept! A fair, two on two
tag match, in a ring! That is what we want. It's not that we're
uhh....afraid. We're just...not properly warmed up. Yeah! And judging
by the veins throbbing in your arms, we assume you are, indeed,
warmed up. So..safety first, right? Right! Come on Frederic, let's
go!
[Crash tugs at Frederic's arm, and the
two quickly walk off, looking over their shoulder. Liam smiles in
delight, while Oden looks on, adorably angry]
STILL! Undefeated
[“Tears Don’t Fall” by Bullet For My Valentine plays over the PA system and the crowd starts to boo. Travis 22 come out from behind the curtain and jumps around all fired-up like.]
WarHead: Oh god, not this guy…
Jim “The Amp” Johnson: Oh no.
[Travis 22 runs down to the ring and gets in and raises his arms to a chorus of boo’s. He takes a mic as the music dies down.]
Travis 22: Yeeeeaaahh!!! If everyone could please stop cheering for a moment, I have an announcement!
[Boo’s rain down even louder.]
Jim: The NRWL crowd, getting on Travis 22!
Travis 22: Please! Please! I have to make this announcement! If you could just stop cheering me for a minute.
[Boo’s chorus of boo’s continue]
WarHead: This guy is messed in the head.
Travis 22: Well, I suppose it’s only natural everyone wants to cheer me! I am the most entertaining and exciting wrestler on the roster, and everyone here loves me so much!
[The boo’s are unrelenting.]
Jim: They’re not cheering you!
Travis 22: But on to my announcement. I am pleased to inform everyone that…….I am STILL undefeated! How about it?!!?
[The boo’s are louder than they’ve been all evening.]
WarHead: Do you think he might mistakenly think that “undefeated” means “winless”?
Jim: That’s as good an explanation as any.
Travis 22: Yeah, Ash was a worthy opponent, but he just doesn’t stack up when it comes to the pure caliber of wrestling pedigree that I possess! I gave the former NRWL champion all he could handle and then some! Now, he might’ve gotten the W on paper, but really, I’m the winner in the whole situation. Everybody can see it!
WarHead: I kinda thought Ash had a really good showing…
Jim: He did! He whooped Travis 22!
Travis 22: So in keeping up with my current trend of besting better and better talent, I’m calling out someone who’s been unstoppable since he got here, and is a person hero of the NRWL fans! I’m challenging El Termitas! El Termitas! Can you step up to the plate? Can you do the unthinkable and hand me my first defeat?! No you can’t, but let’s have the match anyway! Thank you!
[The crowd boos as the music comes back on. Travis 22 exits the ring waving and bowing to the crowd]
WarHead: Calling El Termitas, this is an S.O.S. Please shut this guy up!
Jim: El Termitas, you have the hopes and dreams of the entire NRWL on your shoulders!
[The scene fades out.]
WarHead: Oh god, not this guy…
Jim “The Amp” Johnson: Oh no.
[Travis 22 runs down to the ring and gets in and raises his arms to a chorus of boo’s. He takes a mic as the music dies down.]
Travis 22: Yeeeeaaahh!!! If everyone could please stop cheering for a moment, I have an announcement!
[Boo’s rain down even louder.]
Jim: The NRWL crowd, getting on Travis 22!
Travis 22: Please! Please! I have to make this announcement! If you could just stop cheering me for a minute.
[Boo’s chorus of boo’s continue]
WarHead: This guy is messed in the head.
Travis 22: Well, I suppose it’s only natural everyone wants to cheer me! I am the most entertaining and exciting wrestler on the roster, and everyone here loves me so much!
[The boo’s are unrelenting.]
Jim: They’re not cheering you!
Travis 22: But on to my announcement. I am pleased to inform everyone that…….I am STILL undefeated! How about it?!!?
[The boo’s are louder than they’ve been all evening.]
WarHead: Do you think he might mistakenly think that “undefeated” means “winless”?
Jim: That’s as good an explanation as any.
Travis 22: Yeah, Ash was a worthy opponent, but he just doesn’t stack up when it comes to the pure caliber of wrestling pedigree that I possess! I gave the former NRWL champion all he could handle and then some! Now, he might’ve gotten the W on paper, but really, I’m the winner in the whole situation. Everybody can see it!
WarHead: I kinda thought Ash had a really good showing…
Jim: He did! He whooped Travis 22!
Travis 22: So in keeping up with my current trend of besting better and better talent, I’m calling out someone who’s been unstoppable since he got here, and is a person hero of the NRWL fans! I’m challenging El Termitas! El Termitas! Can you step up to the plate? Can you do the unthinkable and hand me my first defeat?! No you can’t, but let’s have the match anyway! Thank you!
[The crowd boos as the music comes back on. Travis 22 exits the ring waving and bowing to the crowd]
WarHead: Calling El Termitas, this is an S.O.S. Please shut this guy up!
Jim: El Termitas, you have the hopes and dreams of the entire NRWL on your shoulders!
[The scene fades out.]
The Old Guard
[“Hardcore Adam” is walking through the back hallways of the arena. He turns a corner and almost runs into a large man.]
Adam: Whoa! Oh, hey Tiger.
Tiger Johnson: How’s it going, Adam?
[The two give a manly forearm handshake]
Adam: Hey, I wanted to tell you thank you for having my back in that tag team match.
Tiger: No problem, boss.
Adam: I hope Mark, Tornado, and Warlock come to an understanding soon. I don’t think anyone wants them to succeed more than I do.
Tiger: Yeah, they’re all good kids with good hearts, but a little too impatient at the moment. Once they calm down and get their footing, they’ll be fine.
Adam: Yeah. I think the real people who expected them to be the second-comings of their fathers were the media talking-heads.
Tiger: I think all of us in this business have gone through what they’re feeling, and have made some reckless and not-so-wise decisions.
Adam: I hear that. My first few years in the SCSF weren’t that spectacular. I lost a LOT. And I used to get so furious that I was essentially treated as a joke and ostracized. It wasn’t until that I was able to pull-off that unlikely title victory before I started getting recognized and respected.
Tiger: Yeah. And I’ve made a bad choice or two early in my career. Remember after my leg injury the stint with the first iteration of The Mob?
Adam: Yeah, who can forget. But anyway, thanks again for watching out for me during the match.
Tiger: No problem, boss.
Adam: You know, not to sound too cliche’, but I think we make a pretty good tag team. I think we could probably make a run for the tag belts. Not looking for a decision now, but mull it over and let--
Tiger: No need to mull. I think we can do it.
Adam: Nice! Alright, let’s show everyone there’s still some fight left in these old dogs! Let’s start by taking out the Sons of Darkness. If we can top them, it can vault us into title contention.
Tiger: Let’s do it.
[Tiger and Adam walk away discussing strategy as the scene fades out.]
Adam: Whoa! Oh, hey Tiger.
Tiger Johnson: How’s it going, Adam?
[The two give a manly forearm handshake]
Adam: Hey, I wanted to tell you thank you for having my back in that tag team match.
Tiger: No problem, boss.
Adam: I hope Mark, Tornado, and Warlock come to an understanding soon. I don’t think anyone wants them to succeed more than I do.
Tiger: Yeah, they’re all good kids with good hearts, but a little too impatient at the moment. Once they calm down and get their footing, they’ll be fine.
Adam: Yeah. I think the real people who expected them to be the second-comings of their fathers were the media talking-heads.
Tiger: I think all of us in this business have gone through what they’re feeling, and have made some reckless and not-so-wise decisions.
Adam: I hear that. My first few years in the SCSF weren’t that spectacular. I lost a LOT. And I used to get so furious that I was essentially treated as a joke and ostracized. It wasn’t until that I was able to pull-off that unlikely title victory before I started getting recognized and respected.
Tiger: Yeah. And I’ve made a bad choice or two early in my career. Remember after my leg injury the stint with the first iteration of The Mob?
Adam: Yeah, who can forget. But anyway, thanks again for watching out for me during the match.
Tiger: No problem, boss.
Adam: You know, not to sound too cliche’, but I think we make a pretty good tag team. I think we could probably make a run for the tag belts. Not looking for a decision now, but mull it over and let--
Tiger: No need to mull. I think we can do it.
Adam: Nice! Alright, let’s show everyone there’s still some fight left in these old dogs! Let’s start by taking out the Sons of Darkness. If we can top them, it can vault us into title contention.
Tiger: Let’s do it.
[Tiger and Adam walk away discussing strategy as the scene fades out.]
Wednesday, April 30, 2014
A Common Bond
[Tornado's music plays and he walks down to the ring with none of the usual emotion.]
WarHead: This kid's got something on his mind. I can see it on his face.
Jim "The Amp" Johnson: Well, he's had a rough go of it lately.
[As Tornado is about to step into the ring his music stops and Warlock's music begins to play. Warlock appears and walks to the ring with a straight face.]
Jim "The Amp" Johnson: I'm checking my notes. I'm not aware of these guys having a match. I'm not sure what's going on here.
[Warlock climbs into the ring and shakes hands with Tornado. They both look around the arena. Tornado walks over to the corner of the ring and retrieves microphones for himself and Warlock.]
WarHead: This is definitely unusual. What is going on here?
Tornado: There are a lot of guys in the NRWL locker room these days. None of them have it any harder than guys like Warlock and myself. Other wrestlers come in and make a name for themselves with a clean slate. The climb to the top isn't scrutinized from the start. They are given time to grow. Not us. We are both second generation wrestlers. My father, Cyclone, is one of the greatest fighters in SCSF history. Warlock's father, The Druid, was an iconic member of the MoW roster. For those reasons alone, we are held to a higher standard.
Warlock: We came here to make names for ourselves, not to cater to people who just want to see more of their retired heroes. We aren't here so people can use us to latch onto their memories of the past. We have our own legacies to build.
Tornado: Even in the locker room, we don't quite fit in back there. The boys in the back don't give us the same amount of respect they give each other. It's like they don't believe we earned our spots in this company the same way they did. It's gotten old fast. So, we decided that it's time to stick together. If everyone is against us, then we might as well have each others' backs.
Warlock: But... two isn't enough.
[Nirvana's "Scentless Apprentice" begins to play through the arena. The crowd looks to the stage, waiting for someone to come out. A section of fans start to make noise. As attention shifts to them, a man in a hoodie and faded jeans comes walking toward the ring from the crowd.]
WarHead: Hey! Is that Mark Blood?
Jim "The Amp" Johnson: We haven't seen him lately. Where has he been?
[Mark Blood jumps the barricade and climbs into the ring. Warlock hands him his microphone. Mark Blood waits for the audience to settle before speaking.]
Mark Blood: If there is anyone who knows the difficulty of being given the shaft by the NRWL for being a second generation wrestler, it's me. Ever since I came here it's been an uphill battle. All I ever wanted to do was work my way to the top and become the champion, just like my friends in the ring here. But right from the start, I've been treated like a black sheep.
[The crowd begins to get noisy again with mixed emotions. Some supportive, others negative.]
Mark Blood: OK, so you want proof? Where do I begin? Right from the start, the office decreed me as a disappointment because I didn't win the NRWL Championship tournament when this company relaunched. Somehow, the second generation guy should have picked up the torch right off the bat. Remember the Colors Tournament? Johnny Young's team won that tournament. Ash's team lost. One of his excuses for losing? That I was on his team. I never forgot that. Last season, these two [Mark points to the announcer's table] continued to say "if he loses this match, he's done", "he's hasn't won a match in quite a while", while ignoring the fact that a lot of guys had lackluster showings all season long. I'm still here. Some of those other guys aren't. Let's not forget that I was involved in some of the more interesting, long running feuds with some of this industries biggest names. Johnny Young and I brawled many times. I took John Fraust to the absolute limits. Bruno, Slam Jackson, I could go on. Despite what I've done for this company I've never gotten respect... except from you fans.
[Mark Blood points to the people in the audience.]
Mark Blood: The reason I am still here is because you people always saw me for who I was. A fighter. One who kept getting into the ring no matter what. How many guys stayed out of the ring last season with injuries? I was almost blinded, and yet, I came back week after week and competed while other guys hosted awful talk shows or pretended to be injured worse than they were for sympathy. NRWL never cared that I kept going. You people did. That is why I came to this ring through the crowd tonight. The NRWL offices and locker room gave me the cold shoulder but you always stuck by me. Thank you.
[The crowd cheers for themselves.]
Mark Blood: I also noticed your appreciation for Tornado and Warlock. You cheer for them. You hold up signs in support of them despite the company ignoring them. These guys deserve better than the way this company perceives them. So we got together, the three of us, and decided that working together to fight the system is the way to succeed.
Tornado: This company wants us to stand in for our fathers, not be ourselves. The only way to prove them wrong is to fight back. This is your official notice. We're taking over and we're doing it our own way.
[Suddenly, Hardcore Adam's music begins to play and he steps out onto the stage with Tiger Johnson. Both men walk down to the ring and climb in.]
Jim "The Amp" Johnson: Adam and Tiger? What is this about?
WarHead: Who cares! I'm still stinging from Mark Blood critiquing my announcing!
Jim "The Amp" Johnson: He jabbed both of us.
WarHead: Yeah, but I can't totally fault him for taking a jab at you, Amp.
Jim "The Amp" Johnson: Funny.
[Adam and Tiger both have microphones in hand.]
Hardcore Adam: Whoa, whoa. Guys. What is this about? Mark, Tornado, I've been tag team partners with both of you. Warlock, we've traveled together between shows. We're all friends here. You never told me you were this upset. I have to be honest. I think you're making a bigger deal out of this than it needs to be.
Tiger Johnson: Hey, I get it. I mean, we are both good friends of all of your fathers and we--
Tornado: And that's the problem! You don't get it! It's not about our fathers. This is about what's best for us and only us.
Mark Blood: We aren't asking for much. We just want to be put against the same measuring stick as everyone else. We respect our families' legacies. We respect those who came before us. We just don't want to be treated like disappointments because we haven't been the replacements. We've only tried to be ourselves.
Tiger Johnson: We don't see you that way. We don't. We just think this tirade on the NRWL is a little extreme.
Hardcore Adam: Why didn't you talk to us about this? You know you can trust us.
Tornado: We're doing this alone.
Mark Blood: And let's not kid ourselves here, Adam. What are you going to do about it?
Hardcore Adam: We could work together to figure something out.
[Mark shakes his head and starts to turn around to walk away in frustration. Tiger grabs his shoulder.]
Tiger Johnson: Come on. Just listen to the man.
[Mark throws Tiger's hand off of his shoulder. He gets in Tiger's face.]
Mark Blood: We made it clear the three of us are doing this together. If you want to get in our way, fine. You two against Tornado and me.
[Hardcore Adam takes off his sunglasses and steps toe to toe with Tornado. Warlock steps up behind Mark Blood and Tornado. All five men hold a tense stare down before Adam and Tiger step out of the ring.]
WarHead: I think it's safe to say we have a match.
Jim "The Amp" Johnson: These kids have a huge chip on their shoulder. I hope Hardcore Adam and Tiger Johnson know what they've gotten themselves in the middle of. This could get ugly.
WarHead: This kid's got something on his mind. I can see it on his face.
Jim "The Amp" Johnson: Well, he's had a rough go of it lately.
[As Tornado is about to step into the ring his music stops and Warlock's music begins to play. Warlock appears and walks to the ring with a straight face.]
Jim "The Amp" Johnson: I'm checking my notes. I'm not aware of these guys having a match. I'm not sure what's going on here.
[Warlock climbs into the ring and shakes hands with Tornado. They both look around the arena. Tornado walks over to the corner of the ring and retrieves microphones for himself and Warlock.]
WarHead: This is definitely unusual. What is going on here?
Tornado: There are a lot of guys in the NRWL locker room these days. None of them have it any harder than guys like Warlock and myself. Other wrestlers come in and make a name for themselves with a clean slate. The climb to the top isn't scrutinized from the start. They are given time to grow. Not us. We are both second generation wrestlers. My father, Cyclone, is one of the greatest fighters in SCSF history. Warlock's father, The Druid, was an iconic member of the MoW roster. For those reasons alone, we are held to a higher standard.
Warlock: We came here to make names for ourselves, not to cater to people who just want to see more of their retired heroes. We aren't here so people can use us to latch onto their memories of the past. We have our own legacies to build.
Tornado: Even in the locker room, we don't quite fit in back there. The boys in the back don't give us the same amount of respect they give each other. It's like they don't believe we earned our spots in this company the same way they did. It's gotten old fast. So, we decided that it's time to stick together. If everyone is against us, then we might as well have each others' backs.
Warlock: But... two isn't enough.
[Nirvana's "Scentless Apprentice" begins to play through the arena. The crowd looks to the stage, waiting for someone to come out. A section of fans start to make noise. As attention shifts to them, a man in a hoodie and faded jeans comes walking toward the ring from the crowd.]
WarHead: Hey! Is that Mark Blood?
Jim "The Amp" Johnson: We haven't seen him lately. Where has he been?
[Mark Blood jumps the barricade and climbs into the ring. Warlock hands him his microphone. Mark Blood waits for the audience to settle before speaking.]
Mark Blood: If there is anyone who knows the difficulty of being given the shaft by the NRWL for being a second generation wrestler, it's me. Ever since I came here it's been an uphill battle. All I ever wanted to do was work my way to the top and become the champion, just like my friends in the ring here. But right from the start, I've been treated like a black sheep.
[The crowd begins to get noisy again with mixed emotions. Some supportive, others negative.]
Mark Blood: OK, so you want proof? Where do I begin? Right from the start, the office decreed me as a disappointment because I didn't win the NRWL Championship tournament when this company relaunched. Somehow, the second generation guy should have picked up the torch right off the bat. Remember the Colors Tournament? Johnny Young's team won that tournament. Ash's team lost. One of his excuses for losing? That I was on his team. I never forgot that. Last season, these two [Mark points to the announcer's table] continued to say "if he loses this match, he's done", "he's hasn't won a match in quite a while", while ignoring the fact that a lot of guys had lackluster showings all season long. I'm still here. Some of those other guys aren't. Let's not forget that I was involved in some of the more interesting, long running feuds with some of this industries biggest names. Johnny Young and I brawled many times. I took John Fraust to the absolute limits. Bruno, Slam Jackson, I could go on. Despite what I've done for this company I've never gotten respect... except from you fans.
[Mark Blood points to the people in the audience.]
Mark Blood: The reason I am still here is because you people always saw me for who I was. A fighter. One who kept getting into the ring no matter what. How many guys stayed out of the ring last season with injuries? I was almost blinded, and yet, I came back week after week and competed while other guys hosted awful talk shows or pretended to be injured worse than they were for sympathy. NRWL never cared that I kept going. You people did. That is why I came to this ring through the crowd tonight. The NRWL offices and locker room gave me the cold shoulder but you always stuck by me. Thank you.
[The crowd cheers for themselves.]
Mark Blood: I also noticed your appreciation for Tornado and Warlock. You cheer for them. You hold up signs in support of them despite the company ignoring them. These guys deserve better than the way this company perceives them. So we got together, the three of us, and decided that working together to fight the system is the way to succeed.
Tornado: This company wants us to stand in for our fathers, not be ourselves. The only way to prove them wrong is to fight back. This is your official notice. We're taking over and we're doing it our own way.
[Suddenly, Hardcore Adam's music begins to play and he steps out onto the stage with Tiger Johnson. Both men walk down to the ring and climb in.]
Jim "The Amp" Johnson: Adam and Tiger? What is this about?
WarHead: Who cares! I'm still stinging from Mark Blood critiquing my announcing!
Jim "The Amp" Johnson: He jabbed both of us.
WarHead: Yeah, but I can't totally fault him for taking a jab at you, Amp.
Jim "The Amp" Johnson: Funny.
[Adam and Tiger both have microphones in hand.]
Hardcore Adam: Whoa, whoa. Guys. What is this about? Mark, Tornado, I've been tag team partners with both of you. Warlock, we've traveled together between shows. We're all friends here. You never told me you were this upset. I have to be honest. I think you're making a bigger deal out of this than it needs to be.
Tiger Johnson: Hey, I get it. I mean, we are both good friends of all of your fathers and we--
Tornado: And that's the problem! You don't get it! It's not about our fathers. This is about what's best for us and only us.
Mark Blood: We aren't asking for much. We just want to be put against the same measuring stick as everyone else. We respect our families' legacies. We respect those who came before us. We just don't want to be treated like disappointments because we haven't been the replacements. We've only tried to be ourselves.
Tiger Johnson: We don't see you that way. We don't. We just think this tirade on the NRWL is a little extreme.
Hardcore Adam: Why didn't you talk to us about this? You know you can trust us.
Tornado: We're doing this alone.
Mark Blood: And let's not kid ourselves here, Adam. What are you going to do about it?
Hardcore Adam: We could work together to figure something out.
[Mark shakes his head and starts to turn around to walk away in frustration. Tiger grabs his shoulder.]
Tiger Johnson: Come on. Just listen to the man.
[Mark throws Tiger's hand off of his shoulder. He gets in Tiger's face.]
Mark Blood: We made it clear the three of us are doing this together. If you want to get in our way, fine. You two against Tornado and me.
[Hardcore Adam takes off his sunglasses and steps toe to toe with Tornado. Warlock steps up behind Mark Blood and Tornado. All five men hold a tense stare down before Adam and Tiger step out of the ring.]
WarHead: I think it's safe to say we have a match.
Jim "The Amp" Johnson: These kids have a huge chip on their shoulder. I hope Hardcore Adam and Tiger Johnson know what they've gotten themselves in the middle of. This could get ugly.
Friday, April 25, 2014
Victory!
[Jay Phillips is in the interview area.]
Jay: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest, Travis 22.
[Travis 22 steps into the scene]
Jay: Travis, I wanted to ask you about your thoughts on your loss to Tiger--
Travis 22: Whoa whoa whoa there, Jay! Loss? What loss?
Jay: Your….loss to Tiger Johnson.
Travis 22: You might want to re-watch that match, Jay. I didn’t lose!
Jay: Y…..yes you did. You got pinned for a 3 count.
Travis 22: Oh. NOW I see where your disconnect is. You’re one of THOSE people who think an entire match is summarized in 3 seconds. Well, you couldn’t be more wrong, Jay. Watch the entire match. I was phenomenal. I completely dominated. I owned that old hack with techniques that are far better than anyone else on the planet! Re-watch the match, Jay. You’ll see how freakin’ incredible I was. Then, come back and tell me if old man Johnson laying on me for 3 seconds is better than the extraordinary match I put on.
Jay: Well, the win/loss record is kind of important…
Travis 22: The win/loss record is just stats, and as we all know, stats can be manipulated to say anything. The fans would really be bored if matches were just three-second contests. Look at the whole picture, Jay. I entertained everyone out of their seats that match! I was pulling double-duty because I had to pick up all the slack that old Tiger was putting down with his snooze-inducing style! And if you ask me, that makes ME the real winner here.
Jay: Uh, ok, I guess. So what’s next for you?
Travis 22: There’s this cat who keeps calling himself the “fans’ favorite wrestler.” Well, Ash. I am calling you out on that, sir! You might have been the fans’ favorite...until now! That is a title that now belongs to me! People love winners, and I am not only a winner, but I’m also undefeated! So let’s do this Ash! Let’s give the fans’ their welfare checks’ worth! Yeah!
[Travis 22 walks off camera smiling.]
Jay: Uh…interesting. Well then, Travis 22 and Ash at the next show! Should be a good one, folks!
[scene fades out.]
Jay: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest, Travis 22.
[Travis 22 steps into the scene]
Jay: Travis, I wanted to ask you about your thoughts on your loss to Tiger--
Travis 22: Whoa whoa whoa there, Jay! Loss? What loss?
Jay: Your….loss to Tiger Johnson.
Travis 22: You might want to re-watch that match, Jay. I didn’t lose!
Jay: Y…..yes you did. You got pinned for a 3 count.
Travis 22: Oh. NOW I see where your disconnect is. You’re one of THOSE people who think an entire match is summarized in 3 seconds. Well, you couldn’t be more wrong, Jay. Watch the entire match. I was phenomenal. I completely dominated. I owned that old hack with techniques that are far better than anyone else on the planet! Re-watch the match, Jay. You’ll see how freakin’ incredible I was. Then, come back and tell me if old man Johnson laying on me for 3 seconds is better than the extraordinary match I put on.
Jay: Well, the win/loss record is kind of important…
Travis 22: The win/loss record is just stats, and as we all know, stats can be manipulated to say anything. The fans would really be bored if matches were just three-second contests. Look at the whole picture, Jay. I entertained everyone out of their seats that match! I was pulling double-duty because I had to pick up all the slack that old Tiger was putting down with his snooze-inducing style! And if you ask me, that makes ME the real winner here.
Jay: Uh, ok, I guess. So what’s next for you?
Travis 22: There’s this cat who keeps calling himself the “fans’ favorite wrestler.” Well, Ash. I am calling you out on that, sir! You might have been the fans’ favorite...until now! That is a title that now belongs to me! People love winners, and I am not only a winner, but I’m also undefeated! So let’s do this Ash! Let’s give the fans’ their welfare checks’ worth! Yeah!
[Travis 22 walks off camera smiling.]
Jay: Uh…interesting. Well then, Travis 22 and Ash at the next show! Should be a good one, folks!
[scene fades out.]
Champ Chaos!
[“Turn My Swag On” by Soulja Boy plays on the PA system and Scotty Paris, with Trixie, comes out from behind the curtain to a surprising cheer from the crowd. On his way down the ramp he points to the belt and them to himself, smiling the whole time. He and Trixie climb into the ring and Scotty takes a mic as his music dies down. The crowd is actually cheering “Scot-ty! Scot-ty! Scot-ty!”]
Scotty: It was only a matter of time. I couldn’t be denied for much longer. They tried to keep me down, but they failed! They are failures, I’m a success!
[The crowd cheers with approval.]
Scotty: I fought back against shifty backstage politics keeping me out of the title hunt. I fought back from atrocious refereeing that denied me a title shot. I fought back against injury that would’ve retired a lesser man. And when the time was right, I made my move and used my guaranteed title match contract after they all forgot I even had one! And here I am. The NRWL Champion! I can’t think of anyone more deserving!
[The crowd cheers, but is cut-off by Dropbox’s “Wishbone” as The 4 Elements come out from behind the curtain. The cheers turn to boo’s as they make their way down the ramp and into the ring They form a semicircle around Scotty and Trixie.]
Tommy V: Congratulations on your cheap win, Scotty. Boy, that was really a test of valor, what you did at the last show - coming out and immediately challenging someone who just went through a war of a match.
Marcus: Yeah. You want to talk about someone who has overcome the deck being stacked against him. THIS man [points to Max Destruction] has been getting ducked and dodged during Bruno’s entire, unimpressive, title reign.
Mikey: Despite Max showing he’s got what it takes, he had to claw and scrape to get his title shot. And while he was doing that, you were [does scare quotes] “recovering” from your injury, sunning yourself in front of your pool. And now you crow about how you’re back from such an injury? You don’t have any idea what it’s like to be REALLY injured, like I was! The real miracle recovery story here is me, not you.
Max: There’s two ways you’re leaving this ring in the next 2 minutes. You’re walking out without the belt, or you’re being carted off without the belt.
[The 4 Elements slowly start advancing, when suddenly “Crying Like a Bitch” by Godsmack starts playing the crowd erupts in cheers! Bruno Kowalski and Marty Anderson make their way down the ramp and climb into the ring.]
Bruno: Well, you guys have a lot of nerve. Accusations, lies, and playing the victim. It’s tired, and we’re all sick of hearing it. For all the blah, blah, blah you guys come out here and spew, you haven’t really done anything except have a brief tag team title run, which I would contest that your
victory in that match was due more to dissension in the Sons of Darkness than anything you did.
Marty: And on top of that, you guys promptly lost those belts...to Bruno and me! And you’re not going to be getting them back any time soon.
Tommy V: Oh, you guys really want to go there? Typical of you Bruno and this caveman you align yourself with - deny us a rightful rematch for those belts and duck and dodge us. You’re scared. We all know it. You can’t hide forever. We’re coming for those belts and there’s nothing you or anyone can do about it!
[“Stain” by Full Devil Jacket starts playing and the crowd cheers even louder! Johnny Young and Jacob Washing walk out of the curtain and down to the ring with serious intent. They climb in and take mics.]
Johnny: Aw yeeeeaah! You guys need to slow your roll. When you mention those tag team belts, you guys aren’t next in line. That honor goes to Jacob and myself. We’ve done nothing but tear through every tag team we’ve been put up against.
Jacob: We’re the #1 contenders for a reason. You JV’ers need to take your little club back to the treehouse you came from. When you grow up and become men, then maybe you’ll be treated like some. Until then we got nothing to say to you. But Bruno and Marty, we’re coming for your belts the next show, so you--
Max: Enough of this. Scotty, you and me for that belt. Here’s a sample of things to come!
[Max decks Scotty in the face. Bruno charges Max but Marcus jumps and Thesz presses Bruno and starts pounding him in the face. Marty kicks Marcus in the head to get him off Bruno while Jabob and Johnny lock up with Tommy V and Mikey. Scotty gets up and runs and spears MaxIt’s complete bedlam in the ring as all 9 men pummel each other. One by one The 4 Elements slither their way out of the ring and onto the ramp. They yell at the other 6 people in the ring. Scotty holds the belt up and waves at Max to come get it. Bruno and Marty stand opposite of Jacob and Johnny, as the twosomes eye each other suspiciously. The scene fades out.]
Scotty: It was only a matter of time. I couldn’t be denied for much longer. They tried to keep me down, but they failed! They are failures, I’m a success!
[The crowd cheers with approval.]
Scotty: I fought back against shifty backstage politics keeping me out of the title hunt. I fought back from atrocious refereeing that denied me a title shot. I fought back against injury that would’ve retired a lesser man. And when the time was right, I made my move and used my guaranteed title match contract after they all forgot I even had one! And here I am. The NRWL Champion! I can’t think of anyone more deserving!
[The crowd cheers, but is cut-off by Dropbox’s “Wishbone” as The 4 Elements come out from behind the curtain. The cheers turn to boo’s as they make their way down the ramp and into the ring They form a semicircle around Scotty and Trixie.]
Tommy V: Congratulations on your cheap win, Scotty. Boy, that was really a test of valor, what you did at the last show - coming out and immediately challenging someone who just went through a war of a match.
Marcus: Yeah. You want to talk about someone who has overcome the deck being stacked against him. THIS man [points to Max Destruction] has been getting ducked and dodged during Bruno’s entire, unimpressive, title reign.
Mikey: Despite Max showing he’s got what it takes, he had to claw and scrape to get his title shot. And while he was doing that, you were [does scare quotes] “recovering” from your injury, sunning yourself in front of your pool. And now you crow about how you’re back from such an injury? You don’t have any idea what it’s like to be REALLY injured, like I was! The real miracle recovery story here is me, not you.
Max: There’s two ways you’re leaving this ring in the next 2 minutes. You’re walking out without the belt, or you’re being carted off without the belt.
[The 4 Elements slowly start advancing, when suddenly “Crying Like a Bitch” by Godsmack starts playing the crowd erupts in cheers! Bruno Kowalski and Marty Anderson make their way down the ramp and climb into the ring.]
Bruno: Well, you guys have a lot of nerve. Accusations, lies, and playing the victim. It’s tired, and we’re all sick of hearing it. For all the blah, blah, blah you guys come out here and spew, you haven’t really done anything except have a brief tag team title run, which I would contest that your
victory in that match was due more to dissension in the Sons of Darkness than anything you did.
Marty: And on top of that, you guys promptly lost those belts...to Bruno and me! And you’re not going to be getting them back any time soon.
Tommy V: Oh, you guys really want to go there? Typical of you Bruno and this caveman you align yourself with - deny us a rightful rematch for those belts and duck and dodge us. You’re scared. We all know it. You can’t hide forever. We’re coming for those belts and there’s nothing you or anyone can do about it!
[“Stain” by Full Devil Jacket starts playing and the crowd cheers even louder! Johnny Young and Jacob Washing walk out of the curtain and down to the ring with serious intent. They climb in and take mics.]
Johnny: Aw yeeeeaah! You guys need to slow your roll. When you mention those tag team belts, you guys aren’t next in line. That honor goes to Jacob and myself. We’ve done nothing but tear through every tag team we’ve been put up against.
Jacob: We’re the #1 contenders for a reason. You JV’ers need to take your little club back to the treehouse you came from. When you grow up and become men, then maybe you’ll be treated like some. Until then we got nothing to say to you. But Bruno and Marty, we’re coming for your belts the next show, so you--
Max: Enough of this. Scotty, you and me for that belt. Here’s a sample of things to come!
[Max decks Scotty in the face. Bruno charges Max but Marcus jumps and Thesz presses Bruno and starts pounding him in the face. Marty kicks Marcus in the head to get him off Bruno while Jabob and Johnny lock up with Tommy V and Mikey. Scotty gets up and runs and spears MaxIt’s complete bedlam in the ring as all 9 men pummel each other. One by one The 4 Elements slither their way out of the ring and onto the ramp. They yell at the other 6 people in the ring. Scotty holds the belt up and waves at Max to come get it. Bruno and Marty stand opposite of Jacob and Johnny, as the twosomes eye each other suspiciously. The scene fades out.]
Sore Spot
[Tornado is walking through the halls backstage at the arena when he approached by Jay Phillips.]
Jay: Tornado, a minute of your time?
[Tornado begrudgingly puts down his gym bag and gestures Jay to proceed.]
Jay: Tornado, another tough loss this past show, especially to someone who’s made it a point to get under your skin, Tommy V.
[Tornado bites his lip, fighting back angst.]
Tornado: Yeah, Jay. It was a tough loss. I thought I had him, but he’s much tougher than he leads you to believe.
Jay: The people are likening you to another second-generation star in the NRWL, Mark Blood. He struggled pretty hard at first too, and like you he had to deal with being cast in the shadow of his fath--
[Tornado swats the microphone out of Jay’s hand and get’s in Jay’s face.]
Tornado: Jay, I’ve already told you once. Do not compare me to my father! We are two separate people. I’m not him. He’s not me. I will forge my own legacy and not letting the history of my father dictate if I’ll be successful or not. This interview is done.
[Tornado storms off camera. Jay stands for a second with a shocked look on his face. He shrugs to the camera, and walks out of view. The camera then focuses on a figure lurking in the background, wearing a black hoodie up over his head. The figure puts his hands in his pockets, turns, and walks away down the hallway. The scene fades out.]
Jay: Tornado, a minute of your time?
[Tornado begrudgingly puts down his gym bag and gestures Jay to proceed.]
Jay: Tornado, another tough loss this past show, especially to someone who’s made it a point to get under your skin, Tommy V.
[Tornado bites his lip, fighting back angst.]
Tornado: Yeah, Jay. It was a tough loss. I thought I had him, but he’s much tougher than he leads you to believe.
Jay: The people are likening you to another second-generation star in the NRWL, Mark Blood. He struggled pretty hard at first too, and like you he had to deal with being cast in the shadow of his fath--
[Tornado swats the microphone out of Jay’s hand and get’s in Jay’s face.]
Tornado: Jay, I’ve already told you once. Do not compare me to my father! We are two separate people. I’m not him. He’s not me. I will forge my own legacy and not letting the history of my father dictate if I’ll be successful or not. This interview is done.
[Tornado storms off camera. Jay stands for a second with a shocked look on his face. He shrugs to the camera, and walks out of view. The camera then focuses on a figure lurking in the background, wearing a black hoodie up over his head. The figure puts his hands in his pockets, turns, and walks away down the hallway. The scene fades out.]
Monday, April 21, 2014
Side Effects Include Muscle Loss
[The camera
approaches Crash MuscleGate and Lovable Liam, who are backstage at
the wrestler's entrance to the arena, having an animated discussion]
Crash: You're telling me you had no
idea Frederic was going to attack you and leave?
Liam: I wouldn't have tagged in if I
knew he was going to do that!
[One of the arena doors opens up, and
Frederic St. Pierre enters, carrying his wrestling gear.]
Crash: Frederic! Over here, now!
[Frederic St. Pierre eyes Crash and
Liam, then cautiously approaches them]
Frederic: Bonjour, Crash.
Crash: Look man, what the hell were you
thinking? You guys have been great partners for a long time! What's
the deal?!
Frederic: I shall speak only the truth.
Crash, look around you. You're in the NRWL now. Surely you've heard
talk in the locker room...you have heard the fans....Liam...is not a
fit here. He belongs more in...a freakshow, than a wrestling company.
Liam: That's uncalled for!
Crash: It really is. You should
apologize!
Frederic: Non! I will not.
Crash....realize that Liam was a valuable asset in HAW. But here...he
is a reject. I will not associate myself with him. However, I wish
that you would keep me on board with the MuscleGang, and force Liam
out.
Liam: No! Not happening! Crash, I
didn't back stab anyone! I've been loyal to you since the start. I've
been in the Gang longer than he has! If anyone should be gone, it's a
traitor!
Crash: So you guys won't co-exist. One
of you has to be gone. And I think the best way to solve that...is to
have a one on one match between the two of. Loser leaves MuscleGang.
Frederic: I can agree to that.
Liam: Me too, and I expect to stay!
Frederic: And I expect you will go.
Liam: Stay!
Crash: Stop it! Stop! I don't need you
two arguing while I have other issues to deal with! I don't have a
match for the second week in a row! The card is filling up! I don't
know what I'm going to do!
Liam: Crash, I believe that you'll find
a spot on the card. Someone will want to fight you!
Crash: Thank you Liam, it means a lot.
Frederic: I believe that not only will
you find a spot, you'll win your match.
Crash: And thank you Frederic, I
appreciate that.
Liam: And after you win that match,
you'll become so popular, all of your merchandise will sell out!
Frederic: You'll be made number one
contender for the NRWL championship!
Liam: And you'll win it!
Crash: STOP! No more one-upping!
Ugh...I..I need to go be alone on a treadmill!
[Crash walks off, shaking his head.
Liam and Frederic stare at each other for a few seconds, before going
their separate ways]
Going After The Big Fish
[The camera
fades in to show Mr. Lifeguard in the locker room, his head in his
hands. A few seconds later, El Termitas walks into view]
Termitas: You're not looking too good
Lifeguard. What's the matter?
Mr. Lifeguard: I've been doing some
thinking. What if...what if I'm not cut out to be a wrestler? What if
my true calling is saving people, and not hurting them? What if I
just.......quit?
Termitas: Aw, come on man! Don't say
things like that! It's only been a couple of losses. No need to beat
yourself up over that! You even beat Storm Harrison!
Mr. Lifeguard: I know that but, it just
seems like I can't get on a good winning streak. This goes beyond
NRWL! Things haven't been the same since my father got thrown off the
roof of a building by the Behemoth.
Termitas: But you got revenge on the
Behemoth and beat him, remember?
Mr. Lifeguard: That's true, I suppose.
Termitas: Then I have a plan. You need
to channel that anger you felt then towards massive, giant men. Then,
team with me, and take it out on the Sons of Darkness!
Mr. Lifeguard: I don't know, that just
seems like it won't work.
Termitas: Lifeguard, you need to
remember! Remember that it was the Sons of Darkness who through your
father off that roof!
Mr. Lifeguard: But it wasn't.
Termitas: They put your father in coma!
Mr. Lifeguard: He's actually healthy,
now.
Termitas: Fine, fine....But you know
what they DID do? They told me.... [El Termitas looks around to make
sure no one else is around, then leans forward to whisper in
Lifeguard's ear] ...they told me, that when they go to the beach, and
they see warning flags indicating strong tides...they take those
flags down, and tell swimmers that the ocean is safe!
Mr. Lifeguard: That's dangerous! People
can drown!
Termitas: Exactly! And as I look around
now, there's only one lifeguard that can stop them, and that's YOU!
Mr. Lifeguard!
Mr. Lifeguard: I must stop them! But,
you're still teaming with me, right?
Termitas: I am! I'm just not a
certified lifeguard.
Mr. Lifeguard: Well I'm anointing you
an honorary lifeguard for this match. The Sons of Darkness will learn
a few things about safety by the time we're done with them!
Witch Hunt
[The lights
in the arena slightly dim, and Warlock's music begins to play,
prompting the crowd to erupt in cheers]
Jim “The Amp” Johnson: It looks
like Warlock is making his way down to the ring!
Warhead: And the fans are loving it
already!
[Warlock walks onto the stage, nodding
and pointing to some of the fans. He moves to the center of the
stage, getting ready to pose, when a hooded figure attacks him from
behind]
Jim “The Amp” Johnson: What the?!
Who is that?!
[The figure picks Warlock up, then
throws him off the stage to the floor below. The figure lowers his
hood, revealing himself to be The Filthy Friar]
Warhead: Of course, it would be The
Filthy Friar!
[The Friar jumps down to the arena
floor, and picks Warlock up. Warlock unleashes a series of punches to
The Filthy Friar, drawing cheers from the crowd. Warlock attempts to
Irish Whip The Friar into the crowd barricade, but the Friar reverses
it, sending Warlock back-first into it. The Filthy Friar finally
picks Warlock up, and slams Warlock through a table. Emerging from
backstage a few seconds later, Benjamin the Blessed appears, holding
a microphone and lit candle]
Jim “The Amp” Johnson: Well you had
to figure that if the Friar was around, Benjamin wouldn't be too far
away.
[Benjamin stands over Warlock, then
starts to pour the hot wax onto his body. Warlock's instincts take
over, and he sits up in pain. Benjamin then smashes the candle over
Warlock's head, knocking him out]
Benjamin: We heard you last week,
Warlock. I was able to respond to you with actions, but now, I want
to respond to you in words. You want the NRWL to stay the same, and
that makes you our most outspoken enemy. We can not have people
speaking against our mission, promoting the lifestyle of the
heathens! You call yourself ”Warlock.” You celebrate the occult
by that very act! This can not be. We will not allow this! The Filthy
Friar will see to it that you are finally destroyed.
Warhead: These guys are insane!
[Benjamin the Blessed looks up from
Warlock, then turns toward the crowd]
Benjamin: You are all witness to
moment! The truth of your cult leader has been unraveled for all to
see! The next time you see Warlock, his music will blast through the
arena. Fire and explosions will burn and shake the surrounding
concrete! You may be inclined to cheer for this man, to make your
voice louder than the artificial sounds around you! But know this:
The loudest your voice can go...will be nothing compared to the
shrills of your soul, as it suffers for following false idols! Di te
incolumem custodiant!
[Benjamin throws the microphone down
and walks away with The Filthy Friar, leaving Warlock lying in the
carnage]
Jim “The Amp” Johnson: I think we
need help out here for Warlock! And who's going to stop the Holy
Duo?!
Warhead: From what we've seen of Warlock so far, I think he'll be volunteering once he's recovered!
Thursday, April 17, 2014
Calling Out the Champs
[Jay Phillips is standing in the interview set with Jacob Washington and Johnny Young.]
Jay: Ladies and gentlemen, I’m here with Jacob Washington and Johnny Young. Gentlemen, congratulations on your impressive win last show over tag champs Bruno Kowalski and Marty Anderson.
Jacob Washington: Why aren’t we tag team champions, now?
Jay: Uh….it was a non-title--
Jacob: That’s right. A bullcrap non-title match! Johnny Young is the Star Player and former two-time NRWL Champion. I’m a pure athlete and unarguable they stand-out guy of Season 5. Why was that not a title match?!
Jay: I--
Jacob: I’ll tell you why, Bruno and Marty are scared! They know that the second they put those titles on the line against us, they lose them. Who do they grant a title shot to? The 4 Developments! A team they already know they can beat! Cowardice. Plain and simple.
Jay: Uh….Johnny? Care to weigh-in?
Johnny: Aaaaaa yeeeaaahhh!!! My man Jacob keeps it real! At the next show, no matter who is tag team champs, they put those belts on the line against us! And make no mistake, we WILL be the champs after that. But before that, we’re going to keep dominating the tag team scene by totally embarrassing that loser Storm Harrison and his enforcer, Caleb! The big man and the little man are go-wing dooooowwwwnnnn!! Yeeeaaaah!
[Johnny flexes in front of the camera, smiling.]
Jay: What a packed card we have for tonight! I wouldn’t miss this for anything! The show, coming up next!
[Scene fades out.]
Jay: Ladies and gentlemen, I’m here with Jacob Washington and Johnny Young. Gentlemen, congratulations on your impressive win last show over tag champs Bruno Kowalski and Marty Anderson.
Jacob Washington: Why aren’t we tag team champions, now?
Jay: Uh….it was a non-title--
Jacob: That’s right. A bullcrap non-title match! Johnny Young is the Star Player and former two-time NRWL Champion. I’m a pure athlete and unarguable they stand-out guy of Season 5. Why was that not a title match?!
Jay: I--
Jacob: I’ll tell you why, Bruno and Marty are scared! They know that the second they put those titles on the line against us, they lose them. Who do they grant a title shot to? The 4 Developments! A team they already know they can beat! Cowardice. Plain and simple.
Jay: Uh….Johnny? Care to weigh-in?
Johnny: Aaaaaa yeeeaaahhh!!! My man Jacob keeps it real! At the next show, no matter who is tag team champs, they put those belts on the line against us! And make no mistake, we WILL be the champs after that. But before that, we’re going to keep dominating the tag team scene by totally embarrassing that loser Storm Harrison and his enforcer, Caleb! The big man and the little man are go-wing dooooowwwwnnnn!! Yeeeaaaah!
[Johnny flexes in front of the camera, smiling.]
Jay: What a packed card we have for tonight! I wouldn’t miss this for anything! The show, coming up next!
[Scene fades out.]
Wednesday, April 16, 2014
Holy War
[Jay Phillips is running down a hallway backstage.]
Jay Phillips: Warlock!
[Jay calls to Warlock, who is walking further up the hallway. Warlock stops and turns around.]
Jay Phillips: Warlock! You're a hard man to track down. I've been meaning to talk to you about your match this week with Benjamin the Blessed.
[Warlock smiles and laughs, grabbing Jay by the shoulder and shaking him for a moment.]
Warlock: Jay Phillips, right? Yes, I saw that I have a match scheduled with Benjamin the Blessed. What can I say? He's an impressive character, isn't he? I managed to catch a glimpse of his match last time. I'm looking forward to the match. Can I share an observation, Jay?
Jay Phillips: Uh, yeah sure. What is it?
Warlock: I feel, and this is just me, I feel like the guy is just a little too serious. I've heard The Holy Duo talking about cleansing the NRWL and fighting fire with fire to do it. It's a noble cause!!! But! It's not going to work. Not as long as I'm around. You know why, Jay? Because I LIKE the rock and roll attitude around here and I'm not about to let two monks ruin my fun! Their job is about to get a whole lot harder because Warlock has arrived and that means the volume just got turned up! If you don't like it, just try to stop me!
Jay Phillips: [laughs] Well, if you are anything like your father, The Druid, I suspect you'll be here for a long time.
[Warlock stops smiling and gives Jay a cold stare.]
Warlock: Jay, I've worked hard to make it clear that I am not my father. We're two completely different people. I'm going to be around for a long time, that's for sure, but it's because I am my own man. Just you watch me.
Jay Phillips: I'm... I'm sorry.
[Warlock suddenly grins wide.]
Warlock: [laughing] Don't worry about it, Jay! We're good! [his face gets serious again and his voice gets deeper] But don't let it happen again.
[Warlock walks away from Jay. The hallway is busy with backstage crew preparing for the next event. Warlock walks by a man standing against a wall wearing a black hoodie and jeans. He doesn't seem to notice the man in the hoodie. The man in the hoodie notices him, however, as he steps away from the wall and quietly watches Warlock walking away.]
Jay Phillips: Warlock!
[Jay calls to Warlock, who is walking further up the hallway. Warlock stops and turns around.]
Jay Phillips: Warlock! You're a hard man to track down. I've been meaning to talk to you about your match this week with Benjamin the Blessed.
[Warlock smiles and laughs, grabbing Jay by the shoulder and shaking him for a moment.]
Warlock: Jay Phillips, right? Yes, I saw that I have a match scheduled with Benjamin the Blessed. What can I say? He's an impressive character, isn't he? I managed to catch a glimpse of his match last time. I'm looking forward to the match. Can I share an observation, Jay?
Jay Phillips: Uh, yeah sure. What is it?
Warlock: I feel, and this is just me, I feel like the guy is just a little too serious. I've heard The Holy Duo talking about cleansing the NRWL and fighting fire with fire to do it. It's a noble cause!!! But! It's not going to work. Not as long as I'm around. You know why, Jay? Because I LIKE the rock and roll attitude around here and I'm not about to let two monks ruin my fun! Their job is about to get a whole lot harder because Warlock has arrived and that means the volume just got turned up! If you don't like it, just try to stop me!
Jay Phillips: [laughs] Well, if you are anything like your father, The Druid, I suspect you'll be here for a long time.
[Warlock stops smiling and gives Jay a cold stare.]
Warlock: Jay, I've worked hard to make it clear that I am not my father. We're two completely different people. I'm going to be around for a long time, that's for sure, but it's because I am my own man. Just you watch me.
Jay Phillips: I'm... I'm sorry.
[Warlock suddenly grins wide.]
Warlock: [laughing] Don't worry about it, Jay! We're good! [his face gets serious again and his voice gets deeper] But don't let it happen again.
[Warlock walks away from Jay. The hallway is busy with backstage crew preparing for the next event. Warlock walks by a man standing against a wall wearing a black hoodie and jeans. He doesn't seem to notice the man in the hoodie. The man in the hoodie notices him, however, as he steps away from the wall and quietly watches Warlock walking away.]
About A Girl
[Paul Priest is walking through the backstage area heading toward his dressing room. He spots someone up ahead of him and smiles.]
Paul Priest: Well, well. Look who we've got here.
[Paul walks up to Mandy, the young college student Jax Rivers walked away with during their first meeting. She looks to see who is approaching her and backs away.]
Mandy: No way. Get away from me, you jerk.
Paul Priest: Little harsh, don't you think? Look, I get it. You were all excited about meeting that Jax Rivers guy. But he's some big name from some little wrestling company. Me? I'm the big time. I'm one of the hottest stars in the biggest wrestling company around. You really need to think this through.
Mandy: Jax is ten times the man you could ever hope to be. He treats me with respect! Something you know nothing about.
[Paul laughs.]
Paul Priest: Well, I don't know if you saw this but I left your "man" lying face down on the mat at the last event. He didn't look so great then.
Mandy: You hit him from behind with a baseball bat!
[Paul smirks and is about to respond when Jax Rivers dives into view and tackles him. Jax assaults Paul with a series of punches. Paul tosses Jax off of him and scrambles to get away. Mandy trips Paul, who crashes into a large plastic garbage can. He tries to recover and run off but Jax grabs him by the hair and smacks his head into a wall. Paul starts to stumble backward. Jax grabs Paul and shoves him head first into the garbage can. Paul's legs comically kick from the top of the garbage can as Jax takes Mandy's hand and they walk off. Paul eventually gets the garbage can to tip over. He climbs out with trash covering his face, hair, and chest. He looks humiliated.]
Paul Priest: [muttering to himself] If that's the way you want to play it, you got it!
[Behind Paul, a few crew members see him and snicker to each other. He stands up, brushes himself off, and glaces over at them. He puffs out his chest, points his nose in the air, puts on the bravest face he can muster, and walks away.]
Paul Priest: Well, well. Look who we've got here.
[Paul walks up to Mandy, the young college student Jax Rivers walked away with during their first meeting. She looks to see who is approaching her and backs away.]
Mandy: No way. Get away from me, you jerk.
Paul Priest: Little harsh, don't you think? Look, I get it. You were all excited about meeting that Jax Rivers guy. But he's some big name from some little wrestling company. Me? I'm the big time. I'm one of the hottest stars in the biggest wrestling company around. You really need to think this through.
Mandy: Jax is ten times the man you could ever hope to be. He treats me with respect! Something you know nothing about.
[Paul laughs.]
Paul Priest: Well, I don't know if you saw this but I left your "man" lying face down on the mat at the last event. He didn't look so great then.
Mandy: You hit him from behind with a baseball bat!
[Paul smirks and is about to respond when Jax Rivers dives into view and tackles him. Jax assaults Paul with a series of punches. Paul tosses Jax off of him and scrambles to get away. Mandy trips Paul, who crashes into a large plastic garbage can. He tries to recover and run off but Jax grabs him by the hair and smacks his head into a wall. Paul starts to stumble backward. Jax grabs Paul and shoves him head first into the garbage can. Paul's legs comically kick from the top of the garbage can as Jax takes Mandy's hand and they walk off. Paul eventually gets the garbage can to tip over. He climbs out with trash covering his face, hair, and chest. He looks humiliated.]
Paul Priest: [muttering to himself] If that's the way you want to play it, you got it!
[Behind Paul, a few crew members see him and snicker to each other. He stands up, brushes himself off, and glaces over at them. He puffs out his chest, points his nose in the air, puts on the bravest face he can muster, and walks away.]
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