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Day Nine
Topic Started: Jan 30 2009, 12:12 AM (155 Views)
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DAY NINE of the Twelve Days Tournament!

MARK ADAMS JR

(The scene opens backstage at Day 9 of the Twelve Days of Christmas Tournament as a very discouraged Mark Adams Jr. prepares for his match tomorrow night against his final Round 1 opponent, "The Scourge" Allison DeTorre. With him are his twin sister/manager, Yuki, and his new Hurricane Academy Trainer, former VXW Superstar and 12 Days Tournament medallist Werewolf Gregorson.)

ADAMS: Well, this is it. If I don't beat DeTorre...

GREGORSON: If you don't beat DeTorre, you'll go back to VXW and the TSWF knowing you did your best. Mark, you're a first year rookie, literally just months out of the Hurricane Academy, yet you defeated a two time tournament medallist and held your own against a veteran like Stevie Porter and a monster like Cyclops. You have nothing to be ashamed of.

YUKI: That's right. And you would have beaten Porter, too, if he didn't blatantly cheat the way he did to beat you.

ADAMS: I know, Yuki, and, Werewolf...thank you. It means a lot to know that I didn't let you or my Uncle Jason down.

GREGORSON: Mark, more experienced men than you have competed in this tournament and walked away empty-handed. You should be proud of how far you've come in such a short amount of time.

Not only that, if you can beat Allison DeTorre tomorrow night and Cyclops defeats Cobra, all three of you will be tied at two wins and two losses so, with Stevie Porter and Matt Payne the current leaders and everyone else's records so close, this whole tournament can literally hinge on the outcome of tomorrow's matches.

YUKI: What would that mean exactly?

GREGORSON: Well, unless I'm mistaken, if Mark wins his match, Cyclops wins his, and Angel Demente and Roman Anderson win their respective matches, there would be a five-way tie for third place going into the final two nights of the tournament. That, in itself, is, as far as I can remember, the closest race for third place in the history of the Twelve Days Tournament.

ADAMS: So...I still have a chance.

YUKI: Of course you do, Mark!! Allison DeTorre is good, but she's been working just as hard as you and she's got to be just as tired. In fact, I think, of the two you, you survived Cyclops a lot better than she did.

ADAMS (grimacing at the thought): Thanks...I think.

So, Werewolf, what would you do to beat The Scourge?

GREGORSON: Honestly? I would...

(And, as Gregorson begins to lay out his plans, which he _obviously_ doesn't want shared with young Adams' opposition, WE FADE.)
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CLYDE KENNEDY

(Whole Foods. The Shops at Columbus Circle. New York City. Surrounded by nicely dressed yuppies, Clyde Kennedy sits at one of the numerous tables. On his lunch break, his freshly cleaned plate dwarfs the others. He dwarfs the others. A production assistant hands Clyde a clip-on microphone to compensate for the ambient noise. Kennedy clips it on his green Armani tie and looks up at the camera, which has set up shop in the chair opposite him.)

Kennedy: My very first match in the 12 Days of Christmas Tournament wasn’t one of my finest. First, my promo was lost by the 12 Days management, which I don’t doubt for a second happened on purpose. Second, Matt Payne and his loaded boot defeated me. Sabotage, I’m sure.

Since that time, I have yet to be defeated. I demolished Roman Anderson and then made Shootfire Pro’s “Heartless” Jakob Volga tap to Kennedy’s Contraption. I’m one step away from finishing this stage of the tournament three wins, and one stolen loss. That sounds like I’d be able to capture a gold medal.

I recently lost the TSWF Tri-State Title. To be fair, it was stolen. An outsider, from NJWF, was brought in without my knowledge or consent. This person, he forced himself upon a female employee of the federation and, in her lust filled mind, agreed to low blow me for the victory.

This man, he cheated me out of my title. I could have called in my associates to assist me in my title match. I could have left the ring and taken the DQ loss. But I didn’t. I am a man of honor. And men that have none will not take advantage of me. I will teach them about respect. About honor. About violence.

Angel Demente. You are the only thing stopping me from being able to challenge for the gold medal of the 12 Days Tournament. The only person in my way from returning the honor to my name, a name that deserves to be respected and feared throughout the wrestling universe.

I’ve read up on you, Demente. Watched clips. Studied matches. Consider me…unimpressed. After seeing you compete in here, at 12 Days, you haven’t done anything to change my mind. For your own benefit, I’d recommend that you don’t even appear at our match on Day 10.

If you win, by fluke or by cheating like Matt Payne, I’ll destroy you. I’ll follow you to the farthest ends of the earth to make my point. That no one will stand in my way while I ascend to my rightful place in this business. If you get in the ring with me, I will put you in Kennedy’s Contraption, and you will tap. You will tap, and tap, and tap, and I won’t let you go until the referee forces me to.

You win, and you won’t be able to compete for the gold medal. Whether you like it or not, your time here at the tournament is over. It ended the second Roman Anderson, a man that I demolished, pinned you. That match was just like the rest of your career. Pathetic. The only way for you to win is to not compete.

Go home and see your family. Spend a day at the spa to fix your bumps and bruises. Go skiing in Aspen. Enjoy your life. Because I assure you, if you step into that ring, you quality of life will plummet. I’m not here to make a good impression, or introduce myself to the industry. I’m here to put the world on notice.

I am Clyde Kennedy. Some people call me “The Policy.” Because what I say is a guarantee. If I promise to cripple you, you will be crippled. If I promise to end your career, your career will be ended. If I promise hunt you down like the sniveling, pathetic dog that you are, I will do just that.

And if I promise to get to the 12 Days Tournament Gold Medal Match, that is what is going to happen. “The Policy” said it. Clyde Kennedy said it. That means that it will happen. No matter what you, the fans, Matt Payne, or the management of this tournament thinks. It’s over, and you know it. Everyone knows it.

(Kennedy unclips the mic and tosses it back at the production assistant, returning to his lunch. Stunned onlookers peer at the enormous angry man in the middle of Whole Foods. The energy is palpable. So is the fear.)
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ROMAN ANDERSON

[Anderson stands triumphant! Having defeated the myth that is Angel Demente. Proving to the world that Demente was a joke and should have not been in the tournament but should have been outside selling t-shirts FOR the tournament]

Matt Payne. Did you see what I did to Demente? I know what you are going to say Matt.

That you are the BLEEP BLEEP BLEEPINGEST MOTHER BLEEPER to ever BLEEP in the ring.

Curse words don’t scare me Matt. Sticks and stones may bruise my bones but names will never hurt me.

[Anderson grins]

Do you that I am stoppable!? I am not! The defeat of Angel Demente is only the beginning! I will still win this tournament. I know the math is against me, but I was never good at math, I am good at KICKING ASS!

And Matt Payne, yours is next!

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THE CYCLOPS

[The one eyed giant faces the camera, he then pulls down his chart. This time it has the standings of the groups in the tournament. Cyclops gazes at it for a few moments]

Hmmmmrph. Me beat Cobra is given.

Then me three and one. ONE!? Stevie Porter also three and one.

Still not right. . .

Down there after Porter hurt Cyclops.

[Cyclops turns to the camera]

Cobra no problem. Possibility of three way tie with Porter and DeTorre. Cyclops beat DeTorre.

DeTorre hurt Cyclops.

Porter beat Cyclops.

[looks down at his one eyed monster]

Porter hurt Cyclops.

Cyclops must hurt Porter and DeTorre.

[He begins to giggle, yep giggle]

Cyclops hurt both Porter and DeTorre at same time, me have great idea!

[Cyclops then walks off, giggling like a schoolgirl]
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MATT PAYNE

“Let’s recap, shall we?”

[Yeah. Judging by the sarcastic tone, this is a guy that doesn’t use a lot of “shall we’s” in his usual verbal exchanges. Sure enough, we fade up to the half-smirk, half-scowling visage of the one and only undefeated competitor still left in the 12-Days Tournament. Your friend and mine, Matt Payne, resplendent in one of his favorite “Who Kills Bitches?” t-shirts – available now and makes a _fine_ Valentine’s gift, for the romantically inclined. He thrusts a finger up towards the camera]

Payne: Round one, I beat the hype outta the Tri-State chump. Crushed his jacked-up ego so freakin’ bad, poor guy couldn’t even get it up back home when his two-dollar strap was on the line.

[He lets out a snicker at that unfortunate TSWF turn of events. Two fingers up, and here we go again.]

Payne: Round two, I beat the crazy outta the psycho midget. Turns out that’s all the freak had going for him anyways, ‘cause now he ain’t nothing but fodder for the Roman Anderson’s of the world. An’ that ain’t nothing good to say about nobody.

[Another amused, dismissive smirk, as he adds a third finger to the group.]

Payne: An’ round three... I beat anything outta Volga that sorry sack of crap had left to give. An’ judging by the way I _killed_ his ass, that weren’t a whole hell of a lot to begin with.

So what does that mean for the viewing public at large? Hell that’s as easy as me standin’ right here. Means the same damn thing it did on _Day One_ – there ain’t nobody but Matt Payne ever had a shot at taking this thing. The lil’ girl loses to the dumb-assed giant. The giant loses to the big-talkin’ bitch. The bitch loses to the girl… an’ ring-a-[bleep]in’-round-we-go. Where does it stop? Hell, where’d ya think?

[He jabs a finger in his own direction.]

Payne: See, what you’re looking at right here is the only guy in this whole damn tournament that’s backed up every word come out my mouth. Not Kennedy. Not Porter. Not Cobra. Not Volga. Not a [bleep]in’ _one_ of ‘em’s got what I got. Not a _one_ of ‘em can do what I do.

That’s why right now, your buddy Matt Payne is sitting pretty as can be. Place in the final four already in the books. Good new for me, ‘cause I can take my foot off the gas, if I wanna.

[He gives a brief, confident grin, that quickly turns into a nasty snarl.]

Payne: _Bad_ news for Roman, ‘cause there AIN’T NO WAY IN HELL that’s gonna go down. Not after the way you HAD THE [BLEEP]IN’ _NERVE_ TO TALK TO ME. What in the hell is wrong with you, boy? You an’ me, back in VXW-land, we always co-existed way back when. Hell, you weren’t never even on my radar the whole time I was there. An’ all you had to do was keep your [bleep]in’ mouth _shut_, an’ you coulda cruised to the reject pile with most of your face intact.

[He shakes his head in fuming disgust, then fixes a glower back on the camera.]

Payne: But you, man… Jesus Christ, you’re [bleep]in’ dumber than you ever looked, you think you’re gonna talk goddamn trash to _me_. I been biding my time with bigger targets on my mind, but now… I ain’t _nothin’_, Roman? That what I am? You gonna call Matt Payne a _DOG_!? You gonna MAKE _ME_ WHINE LIKE A [BLEEP]IN’ _BITCH_!?

Oh man, this one… [bleep], this one’s gonna be [bleep]in’ good. See, the other three I done ‘cause they was in my way, of getting the hell where I deserve to be. But you… you shoulda [bleep]in’ known better, Roman. You seen what I done to guys that [bleep] with me. You seen what I done to punks that wanna RUN THEIR MOUTH.

[He looks away, glaring at the ground, then back to the shot with a grimace.]

Payne: An’ for everyone out there that’s still in the dark? Anyone who still thinks they got a shot in this thing? You better pay a-[bleep]in’-tention to what goes down…

[He lets out a seething breath, then flashes a twisted smirk.]

Payne: …when people don’t know their place in _my_ town.

[Fade out on a dismissive snarl.]




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Fun flash show! Kennedy's rocked IMO and who doesn't love The Cyclops? VIVA CYCLOPS! But where was Stevie Porter? WE NEED MORE STEVIE!!!
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texanspaniard,Feb 6 2009
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Fun flash show! Kennedy's rocked IMO and who doesn't love The Cyclops? VIVA CYCLOPS! But where was Stevie Porter? WE NEED MORE STEVIE!!!

Stevie would just like to let his fans know he spent that day hiding from his stalker - Allison DeTorre. Every since their date he has had to avoid hundreds of phone calls, emails, text messages you name it. Stevie is requesting that the 12 days brass keep her clear from Stevie's locker room. Thanks for your understanding!

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