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| Tweet Topic Started: Jan 16 2009, 04:41 PM (282 Views) | |
| brlysis | Jan 16 2009, 04:41 PM Post #1 |
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12 Days DAY 7 STEVIE PORTER "After going 3-0 it appears the Champion of Christmas has a date …" [We open to a dimly lit setting. We are outside on the balcony of a high profile Italian restaurant. The table is set for two. A romantic setting of a candle lit dinner a bottle of wine display across the table. Sitting anxiously in a tailor-made suit is the one and only 3-0, "Hotstuff" Stevie Porter. He looks over his shoulder as he appears to be waiting for someone special.] "Not always do I get to introduce to the world the _real_ Stevie Porter. What a special occasion. After defeating the two time defending champion, Cobra it appears the owners of the twelve days of Christmas felt that the Icon of Indies … The Prince of Phoenix … The Messiah of Memphis … The Stud of San Diego … and now the Champion of Christmas deserves the night off." [Stevie nods eagerly.] "And not only that I found out ol' Stevie has himself a secret admirer. The every so kinky Allison DeTorre has a huge crush on me. I am truly flattered. So instead of wrestling another name waiting to be defeated by Stevie Porter. You all get to see Allison and I walk down that aisle. We will then step inside the ring and break out in the worlds greatest display of the waltz!" [You _have_ to be kidding!] "That's right I have heard Allison's request was to stand toe to toe with ol' Stevie lock arms and break out into the classic version of the waltz. Heck I may even salsa with her! Now Stevie is a pure gentlemen and Allison should understand that I expect her to wear only the finest dress in New York to the event. If she wants to impress me and win my heart then she will need to come prepared." [Stevie smiles a gentlemen smile …] "Allison after our display of heated passion inside that ring the night will be young. I will have a limo waiting outside to celebrate my soon to be announced seed in the finals. We will visit the hottest night clubs… Drink rare wines … And if your lucky a spark may just exist between the two of us. I wonder could you be that lucky girl that finally steals my heart and forces ol' Stevie to settle down?" [What a condescending ass!] "It will be called the date of the decade! When the stunning Allison DeTorre and the Hot one himself, Stevie Porter match up. All eyes will be upon us … We will be wrestling's version of Brad and Angelina …" [Stevie pauses …] "There is just one concern. There are rumors that you still have a school girl crush on Roman Anderson, but I am sure those are just rumors. So I await our date in anticipation. I can honestly say there hasn't been a wrestling event I entered with butterflies in my stomach, but our night on the town has me on the edge of my seat! At the end of the night … Laying you down on your back Allison …" [He isn't …] "Will be - The Highlight Of Your Career" [And with that we fade.] . . . . . MARK ADAMS JR (The scene opens backstage at Day 7 of the Twelve Days of Christmas Tournament as "The Legacy" Mark Adams Jr. watches a replay of the action from Day 6 on Closed Circuit Television while his twin sister, Yuki, answers email on her laptop.) Yuki: Mark, how many times are you going to watch that broadcast? What is it that you're looking for? Mark: Yuki, tomorrow night I'm wrestling one of the biggest men in the tournament, a man who managed to not only beat "The Scourge" Allison DeTorre but literally manhandle her in the process. I'm not looking forward to being his second victim. Yuki: So have you found anything you can use against him? Mark: I think so. Unfortunately, the only way to know for sure is to get in the ring with him. Hopefully I can do that without getting killed. Yuki: Well didn't Stevie Porter beat him once already? Mark: Illegally, yes, but that's not an option for me because, if I'm going to win, it won't be by cheating. Besides, something tells me that The Cyclops won't allow it to happen again. Yuki: You're probably right. But, Mark, you won't beat The Cyclops by obsessing over Stevie Porter's behavior, either. I saw how you were watching his match against Cobra. Mark: Yuki, I entered this tournament to make a name for myself but I want to be remembered for the quality of my work, not for how many people I stepped on to get to the top. Stevie Porter, however, has defeated two of his three opponents – myself included – by blatantly violating the rules. Surprisingly, though, he won last night without having to cheat. Unfortunately, I don't think it was my promise to stop him that made him change his mind. Yuki: Mark, Porter is a veteran. He knows more ways to win just by cheating than you know ways to win overall. Karma dictates, however, that he will be punished for his actions eventually. Adams: Well, then, if I somehow manage to defeat The Cyclops tomorrow might, I intend to see that karma has its way with Stevie Porter. Yuki: You will win, Mark. I know you. The Cyclops may be bigger than you… And he may be stronger… But you have something he'll never have. Adams: Two eyes and reasonably good looks? Yuki: Well, besides that. Mark, you have the fire, the determination, and the indefatigable spirit of an Adams And that's the most important thing of all. (And, as Adams nods his head and flashes his trademarked Adams Smile™, WE FADE.) . . . . . ‘THE SCOURGE’ ALLISON DETORRE The scene opens within the blank canvas of an empty room, the walls still painted a basic white. The hardwood flooring beneath the Scourge's black-booted feet have seen better days, although there's no damage that could be considered dangerous for any that walk upon it. As for VXW's TV Champion, she is standing in the middle of the floor and the frame both. Dressed as simply as always in a pair of jeans and a simple black tank-top, both the VXW TV Title and the PSW Heritage Championship are noticeably absent from her person. No no, there's no need to worry - she still holds both titles. However, what she has planned wouldn't bode well for those two particular possessions of hers. Taking a final drag of her cigarette, she flicks it down onto the ground before stomping on it to put it out - the echoing thud is allowed to fade before she speaks. Allison: "Cyclops, you sorry son-of-a-bitch… there is a price for taking the cowardly way out, one that you will pay the next time that you climb into the ring. I'd recommend growing another eye in the back of your head, asshole - otherwise, you won't see me coming. But enough about seven footers whose luck will be running out in the very near future. I've got someone else to address in The Prince of Pretending, The Chief of Cheapskates, The Icon of Impotence… Stevie Porter." And here you thought Stevie did that particular trick well - at least Allison's descriptors are accurate, eh? A smirk toys with her lips as she regards the camera, hands settled casually upon denim-clad hips. Allison: "Ahh, I can hear it now… hackneyed pick-up lines framed with pathetic little threats about how you'll beat the Hell out of me if I don't get on my knees for you. Surprised I guessed what you were going to say? Well think about it - you're clearly the kind of asshole that thinks he is God's gift to the human race and, being that dense in the first place, you would just HAVE to expand that to include the fairer sex as well. News flash, asshole; I, along with most thinking members of my gender, have far better things to do than lay beneath you for fifteen seconds while faking that it feels good. Not only that, but your delusions of being a divine blessing upon the wrestling industry are just as fake. I mean seriously - if you were THAT good, then why would you feel the need to cheat? Tch, I have seen a man talented enough to deserve the moniker of being a deity in this business… and it sure as Hell isn't you. Who is? The Violent Saint; Pat Laba. You're not fit to lick his boots, much less put yourself in the same category!" Giving ol' Stevie enough time to sputter indignantly, the Scourge chuckles to herself before she continues. Allison: "At the end of the day, Stevie? You can't dress up a turd. The sooner you realize this, the better off we all will be - you'll begin actually being a decent person, and no one else will have to listen to your misguided ramblings over how you're the 'Don of Diarrhea' or the 'Sultan of Shit'. Now I can't imagine me callin' it as I see it going over well… which, oddly enough, brings me to what is probably the most laughable part of all. Somehow, climbing into the ring with a cheapskate who wouldn't know his ass from a hole in the ground is supposed to be the highlight of my career. Well gee, I thought that would've been winning the TV Title and making history in VXW, or perhaps walking into a Heritage Title shot in PSW and walking out with the belt around my waist, breaking the gender barrier in both places. But no - having to waste my time with you is going to be the end-all and be-all, in your ever-SO-humble opinion. I'd say I'm sorry to burst your bubble, but I'm not; unlike the men you've faced before, I'm used to dealing with people that try to cheat their way to victory… and I've thwarted more than my fair share of their attempts. You're nothing special, Stevie; Hell, I just might be inclined to show you how fighting dirty is DONE if you irritate me enough." Oh, and Stevie? You don't look like a man that could hold his arsenic - so I'd recommend not asking her to go in the kitchen and make you a sandwich. Deciding that the time has come for her to wash her hands of the matter, the Scourge walks over to a corner where a large plastic bucket is waiting - she doesn't need to strain much to pick it up. Allison: "Answer me this - when was the last time you had a woman on top of you for three seconds without having to pay her to be there? Actually, don't bother answering that question; not only would it reveal you to be a sad, sorry excuse for a man, it doesn't really matter. Come Day Eight, Stevie, that 'hotness' of yours… will be put OUT." And, with that, the Scourge hurls the bucketful of water at the camera's lens; some of it splashes back onto her after hitting the glass. Ahh, so that's why she wasn't wearing either of her belts - moisture doesn't play nicely with leather. Everything fades to black as the Scourge walks away from the camera, her profile distorted thanks to the rivulets that remain from the impromptu washing. . . . . . ROMAN ANDERSON [Roman Anderson looks sullen, standing in front of the 12 Days banner, his head hung a little low] ANDERSON: Things have not gone the way I thought they would. I have my back to the wall and Angel Demente is next. Frankly, I don’t know what to do. This tournament has taught me something, I have a BIG MOUTH! And sometimes I can’t back up the checks my mouth writes. You heard it here first folks. This is something you seldom hear from the folks in my profession, but I might be overrated. [Anderson lifts his head] But it isn’t over yet. Sure the road is uphill, and standing in that road is some kind of reject from a Rob Zombie movie in Demente but there is still a mountain to climb. And as long as there is breath in my body, as long as the man keeps giving me a chance in the ring, I am going to go in there and give it my all. [Anderson shakes his head] Damn, I am starting to sound a real p***y. But until I beat someone in this damn tournament, until I get the ONE TWO THREE! I am just that, a sad sounding sack of crap. [Anderson tilts his head] Angel Demente will pay the price for my losing, he will suffer so that I can regain the name that I bring to the ring. He will lose so that all the Romaniacs can once again hold their heads high! [Roman seems to be over his confidence issues that plagued this promo earlier, he is looking right into the camera now] Don’t despair Romaniacs! I will sacrifice Angel Demente on the ALTAR OF MY GREATNESS! And once again, things will be right with the world! [fade] . . . . . MATT PAYNE “What a freaking disappointment.” [Fade up, of course, to the man currently running roughshod through the Twelve Days competition. The near seven-footer Matt Payne stands before a tournament promotional backdrop, wearing a black wife-beater and jeans. He greets the camera with a less-than-satisfied shake of the head.] Payne: No, I ain’t talking about the psycho midget last week, falling short... heh... against big Matt Payne. That one was a damn foregone conclusion the minute they matched us up. Least he put up more of a fight than the last one, though. An’ he took his ass-whippin’ like a _man_. [He flashes a smirk.] Payne: But hell, this still ain’t about Clyde Kennedy. This is about the one guy in this whole damn tournament I had an ounce of real respect for, the day I walked in the door. The one guy with the rep as a top-shelf baddass in one of the biggest shows in town. See, this guy... man, I just _knew_ he was gonna be the one that was gonna give Matt Payne a fight. One guy coming in with the big name, the fat-cat contract, an’ all the hype of the big-league hotshot come crawling to our lil’ town. An’ Volga... that was you, man. Hard as it is to [bleep]in’ believe it now. See, I knew about you already. I knew about what you done. An’ I heard all the hype you and your woman was spilling too. Killing Machine. Angel of Death. Best brawler in the freakin’ _business_? Heh, yeah. Alright. I sure don’t remember voting for ya. But hell, either way, I figured you for some real competition, man. I figured if there was _one_ guy in the whole of Twelve Days had the chance to derail Matt Payne, as tiny as that chance was gonna be? It ain’t Kennedy or the midget, an’ it sure as hell ain’t Roman Anderson. It was gonna be “Heartless” Jakob Volga. [He lets slip a derisive snort.] Payne: But, shit... I shoulda known it right there, man. Like a neon freakin’ sign. Maybe if ya had some heart, you’da had some [bleep]in’ _pride_. Maybe you’da come to fight, instead of draggin’ your rep in the dirt. Hell, maybe your name woulda _meant_ something, when I knock Jakob Volga the [bleep] out tonight. [A flash of outright confidence as his eyes lock onto the shot.] Payne: But it ain’t that way no more. Not in _my_ freakin’ town, it ain’t. Now you’re just another bump in the road that’s gonna take _me_ to where you’re at. See, I told ya, just like I told everybody else -- this is my big meet an’ greet with the world. This is where every son of a bitch in the business stands up and takes notice of who the hell I am. Tri-State knows it. Whatever hole Demente crawled out of, they know it too. An’ after tonight? You can bet your ass I’m adding Shootfire to the list. But hell, you don’t have to make it easy. You bring whatever you got. You bring your heart punch. You bring your woman... let her see what a _real_ man looks like up close. [He underlines that one with a twisted grin.] Payne: You bring it all, man. Every lil’ bit of it. An’ you bring any pride you got left in the tank. Ain’t none of it gonna make a difference tonight. ‘Cause right here, under the Sin City lights, I’m taking it from ya. And I’m taking you _out_. In front of the [bleep]in’ world. [And with a final, strangled laugh, he shoots a dismissive look into the camera and saunters out of the shot. Fade out.] . . . . . THE CYCLOPS [If it is possible to imagine a smile on the face of the big man then do so, because he is happy. Allison DeTorre is defeated and now Mark Adams is next] ARRRRGH! Me beat little girl. Now me beat little girl! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! [Cyclops shakes his head, amused by his joke] Mark Adams. Me big, you little. Show you on chart! [Cyclops reaches behind him and pulls down a chart. On one side is a monster truck, on the other side a Pinto] Me monster truck! VRRRRRROOOOOM! You Pinto! POW! Simple? [fade] |
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| Codered | Jan 16 2009, 04:50 PM Post #2 |
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The Luther Burger
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Cyclops strikes again! |
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| Kris | Jan 16 2009, 04:58 PM Post #3 |
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Vicious little bitch.
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For the record; Allison does know how to waltz... however, she would never do so with Stevie Porter. That does not mean that I would not waltz with Codered, however. |
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| Codered | Jan 16 2009, 04:59 PM Post #4 |
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The Luther Burger
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What's wrong with Stevie? Codered doesn't even know how to pretend dance. :lol: |
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| texanspaniard | Jan 16 2009, 05:20 PM Post #5 |
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The Luther Burger
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Give the tournament to The Cyclops now! VIVA CYCLOPS! I can't stop laughing at that flash! Oh that was great! Dug Stevie Porter's alot as well, and Matt Payne's was pretty strong too! Sad there was no Angel Demente though! But.. VIVA CYCLOPS!!! |
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| Kris | Jan 16 2009, 05:32 PM Post #6 |
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Vicious little bitch.
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He'd step on her toes! |
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