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| Tweet Topic Started: Aug 31 2004, 03:02 PM (261 Views) | |
| SWAT Team | Aug 31 2004, 03:02 PM Post #1 |
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[The scene starts with the backdrop of gray, white, and red, in kind of a swirl pattern. Beneath the odd swirl, a female voice is talking. Again, the conversation is one-sided, signifying that she, meaning the ever-lovely SWAT President Domino, is talking on the phone again.] DOM: What do you mean “accident-indemnity clause”… [Pause.] DOM: Good Lord! There’s 4 of you in this match! I thought you people would be happy to get a chance to beat him down… [Another pause.] DOM: I don’t care if you think he’s a strong as silverback gorilla, you’re wrestling him or this will be your last day in SWAT! [A beep is heard, signifying the call has ended.] DOM: Chuck, what the hell is a silverback gorilla…WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE RED LIGHT IS ON??!! [The swirl that prevented anyone from seeing the conversation has morphed in the SWAT logo, and Domino sitting on her desk, as she does for every Livewire.] DOM: I give you more money for production, and you give me a swirl? Jesus Christ, the WWE can produce a vignette that makes Bastion Booger look like Triple H, and the best I can get is a swirl?! Arrgggh!! [The aggravated look on Domino’s face melts into a heartwarming smile, the speed of which is quite disingenuous. She peers into the camera.] DOM: Sorry about that again. Must be that time of the month, hmmm. It seems you are getting a sneak peek at the inner workings of SWAT. No matter, I have nothing to hide anyway. We have some exciting things coming up on the next No Mans Land, maybe our biggest card to date! And some of these guys have something to say. Let’s take a look: [A white graphic appears on the fade-to-black screen:] Coming up on this edition of Livewire: - Sly Fondell goes clubbin,’ but not before speaking out on Nasty Ned - Dave Brickheart dances with wolves and gets ready for his 2 opponents - Statewide champ Adrian Tanner gets it straight with the Heavyweight champ Sam Piltdown - Reeve gives Déjà Vu a piece of his mind ******************************************************************** SLY FONDELL Scene opens up to a view of the Sydney skyline, taking in the breath taking sunset and the famous landmarks, the camera switches to an exclusive looking penthouse block, the camera moves through into the private car park area, it focuses on a Gleaming red Jensen Interceptor with Sly's personalised plate. The camera pans around the car park and zooms in on an elevator which has just opened, Sly Fondell and Jada walk out dressed for a night on the town, Sly is wearing a black Armani suit, with a pale blue silk shirt and a blue silk tie, Jada is wearing a beautiful figure hugging Gucci creme dress Sly and Jada move over to the car and towards the camera crew Sly: You guys are like the track and trace team! Do you ever have a life? On seconds thoughts don't answer that! Sly looks into the camera reflection and smoothes his hair down Jada: Baby you look so good tonight! Sly smiles at Jada's comment and kisses her Sly: So your looking at the man who pinned the champ, the man who should be the next challlenger for the heavyweight crown, the man who gets all the ladies excited and the man most qualified to represent this company as champion! Jada: Except that the commisioner and President don't think so, they give Sly's shot to Adrian Tanner Jnr, now he's a good wrestler, but he isn't the Ace! Sly: That's right, that little and I do mean little man can't walk a yard in my shoes never mind a mile, but instead I have to face Mr Superman himself, Nasty Ned, now Ned I know that I embarrassed you by profiling my awesome talents and showing you up as the weak link in the team but don't take it personally, I'm just that good! Sly grins into the camera smugly Sly: Ned you don't want to face a man like me, a man who's wrestling ability is uncharted, who's strength is unmatchable and who's sexual magnetism makes you green with envy! You may be a big boy Ned, but I've got the 24 inch guns, I've got the brains (taps his head) and I've got the sexiest, smartest and most devious woman in this intire industry at my side, you got no chance Neddy, none at all, but don't feel too bad, you will have beaten by the best around and there is no shame in that! Sly checks his expensive gold rolex Sly: You see Ned your just another obstacle that the Ace needs to overcome, an obstacle that is blocking my path to the championship and an obstacle that I'm gonna charge straight through. Once your gone, Piltdown your next, I've beaten you once, soon it will be twice (Sly hold up 2 fingers). Your looking at the next Australian Heavyweight champion.........Live and in the flesh baby!! Sly and Jada both laugh as thay move over to the car and get inside, the engine roars into life and the Interceptor speeds out of the car park and away into the neon lights, the scene switches back to the Sydney skyline then fades................................... ******************************************************************** DAVE BRICKHEART Dave walks into the room with Hugh coming in after him. Dave walks around the table and sits down. Perspiration running down his face and through his hair. The t-shirt that he is wearing is soaked in sweat and breathing heavily. Hugh leaves the room and comes back moments later with water in his hands. Dave chugs it down quickly and hands it back to him. Hugh runs back into the other room. Some barking can be heard coming from the same room. Hugh: Get away you mangy mutt. Dave: Thunder is not a mutt. He’s a wolf Hugh. Hugh comes back into the room with some more water and hands it to Dave. Dave doesn’t go at the water right away this time. He takes a moment to let Hugh sit down before he begins to sip it. Hugh: So that was a nice little jog after those training exercises wasn’t it? Dave: You made me run after the car for two miles Hugh. If you think that was funny in any way then you are dead wrong. Hugh: Don’t worry Mr. Triple-Threat. It wasn’t any kind of joke to be laughed at. I was serious in making you run those two miles back to the apartment. It’s all part of my new training program for you. Stricter than ever before. I need to make you faster, stronger, and just plain better then anyone and everyone in SWAT if you are going to go places. Dave: Evidentially your goals for me and my own goals are entirely different paths Hugh. Hugh: Well I’m just doing what your father asked me to do. My goal for you is to make you become a great champion and a winner. In doing so I need to keep training you past your limit and bring you to the new level. Make you more than just a triple threat. To take you as far as you can possibly go and further. Dave: Well that’s fine for you Hugh. I would hate to disappoint my replacement mother, but my goals are entirely different. I have a calling here and that is to help eradicate the hatred and greedy hearts that have invaded the sport. I look around each day as I walk through the back of the arena and am disgusted. Every single person I see I see a bit of corruption. Even my two opponents. Some may be able to be saved before they cross over and others I will have to rectify. It’s all just a matter of what destiny leads me too. There is a long pause as Dave sips down some more of his water. His breathing has slowed by now and the sweat was beginning to dry up. Only some whining in the back from Thunder and a cough from the cameraman could be heard for a few moments. Hugh: So it’s welcome to Australia. The land down under. Dave: Yeah and what a welcoming. I win my first match here and I’m looking at a match with two other people that I think deserve to find out what I’m made of. Dave’s attitude seems to shift a little and his expression changes switching to his other side and leaving the other side behind. Dave: And it’s Lonewolf and Tyler D. in a match. Well isn’t that just perfect. Other than just showing them what I’m made of I think that I’ll take a bit of them with me just so they know that I mean business. Send them on a long track down Loser Lane. A trip that Tyler has already begun. Hugh: Are you all right Dave? Dave: Of coarse I am Hugh. Why wouldn’t I be? That little run of yours got me in the mood to kick some ass and just sitting here I can visualize me sending two shoes up my opponents’ crap hatches. I mean who wouldn’t do it? It’s all too easy. Tyler D, as in desperate-loser. No threat there. And of coarse Lonewolf. That pup sure doesn’t look that big to me and for someone like myself to lose to a guy like him would be a miracle and I’m the miracle master. The man with the punch. I tell you this is going to be smooth sailing. My first match was a short little breeze and now comes the walk in a park. Don’t you realize that the only way they will make it is if I’m the one to show them to the Emergency Exit. Hugh: Okay. Hugh gets up and takes the empty glass and throws a few more curses Thunder’s way. Dave: Oh yeah. My kingdom has come. Scene fades… ******************************************************************** ADRIAN TANNER, JR. [We fade in to nothngness, only a voice.] "Sam Piltdown."
[The tone of the voice is a tone of respect, but at the same time, utter hatred. "Sam..."
"Piltdown." [We fade into Adrian Tanner sitting on the top turnbuckle in the makeshift ring that sits in the backyard of his family home in Tucson, Az, USA. Tanner's wearing black jeans, black nikes and a white t-shirt with "NOTORIOUS" in big red letters on the front. The moon seems to shine down on Adrian from the sky.] Adrian: It's no secret that Sam Piltdown and myself arent the best of friends. It's even less of a secret that Piltdown is one of the only people who holds a convincing record over me. He "owns" me, going by what the card for this next No Man's Land says. And it's absolutely fucking 100% true. Sam Piltdown was the 1st person to pin me in the middle of this ring, and it fucked me up. But at the same time, losing to Sam Piltdown, was probably the greatest thing to ever happen to me. See, after losing that street fight, I had to sit back and say to myself "Self, what the fuck is wrong with me? Why am I losing to a guy who couldnt beat his way out of a paper bag two months before?" I had to lose everything, to see where my life was going, and where I truly needed to be. You've gotta understand where I was coming from. I was 18 years old. A rookie. And 3 months into my career, I became champion of an entire fed. Now can anyone out there sit here and tell me that their egos wouldnt have shot up about 5000 points that night? I'm sure you probably could, but you'd by lying. See, here's the thing. I won the belt, and got excrutiatingly arrogant, and I had every right to be at the time. I beat the guy nobody else could, and it went straight to my head. And then Sam Piltdown came along. My overconfindence got the better of me in that exchange, and Piltdown was crowned the new Australian Heavyweight Champion. [Adrian hops off the turnbuckle and turns around, back facing the camera, staring out into the stars.] But, like I said, that may have been the best thing to ever happen to me. Since losing that belt, I've went onto to win a world title shot against Cobryn, gotten numerous shots at other fed titles that I've only lost due to bullshit calls, and made THIS (Adrian pulls the Australian Statewide Title from his waist and holds it to the camera) mean something! Losing to Sam Piltdown, made me regain the spark that I had when I defeated BBB for the belt in the first place. And while I've been playing the bad guy and slacking off around here since this place came back, that spark never went away. I've been biding my time, waiting for my chance at redemption, and that time is NOW! And what a perfefct time it is. Our roles have almost been reversed here Sam. Your the champ, strolling along beating challengers who either dont try, or your too good for, and your getting lazy. Your getting overconfident. Meanwhile, Im the underdog, the guy who's had everything including the kitchecn sink thrown in his way trying to bring him down, but he keeps on fighting, because thats what he does best. I know you, Sam. I know what you can do, and you know what I can do. But this time, is much, much different from the last times. I'm focused, I'm determined, and your.....losing to Nasty Ned Chambers. You've grown lazy Sam, and I intend to make you PAY for it! I intend on becoming the 1st double champion in Ring Syndicate/ SWAT history, and I intend to come that much closer to securing my name as THE man in Australia. And I intend to do all this, by not just defeating you, but humiliating you in front of thousands of fans across Australia. Just like you did to me. Revenge, is my game. And the prize is oh so sweet. See you in Sydney, Sam. [FADE] ******************************************************************** RUTHLESS L REEVE We see Ruthless L Reeve standing atop the Sydney Harbour Bridge, wind softly blowing through his hair.] Ruthless L Reeve : DEJA VU!!! There is an old saying pal, "Be careful what you wish for, because you just might get it!" Well, here i am, and get it you will! I have been hearing you calling my name, and i have been watching you. I don't like what i see. You come in here demanding a match with the Suit, and yet you wont even show yourself, instead, you want to run and hide in the shadows. You haven't shown me anything. Crippling and maiming the jobbers of the fed, big deal. That doesn't prove anything to me, apart from the fact that you are unprofessional. Who have you beat Deja Vu? What have you done that is so impressive? So you put out Boof and some peanut called The Wizard, who no one else has ever heard of. You want to know what i have done, bust my ass, for three years now, getting in the ring with the likes of The Hellhounds, Messiah, our champion and my tag team partner Sam Piltdown week in and week out. I don't do it for the money, i don't do it for Soutter or the rest of the SWAT suit's. I do it for the love of the business, and for the fans. I love wrestling more then anything in this world, and when i see a peanut like you try and waltz in and expect everything handed to you, it makes me sick. If you want to get any respect in this business, both from the fans or the boys in the back, you have to earn it, earn it in the ring, and not by crippling jobbers that no one has ever heard of, by putting on quality matches, week after week, by traveling the highways and giving it your all, whether it be for 15,000 screaming fans, or 150, thats how you get respect. I should know, i could of had everything i wanted just handed to me, all it would of taken is to ask, and it would of been mine in an instant, but i didn't want it like that, i wanted to make it on my own, to work my way to the top, and let me tell you, the feeling of accomplishment and self satisfaction is something you couldn't even begin to comprehend. People like you Deja Vu are a dime a dozen, wanting to take the easy route, demanding respect yet not prepared to go the hard yards to earn it. A wise man once told me "You don't earn respect from what you are gonna do" Which i guess doesn't apply to you, because you would have to say something about what you are gonna do, anything, and so far, you haven't bothered to say anything. Well, if you think i am just another stumbling block for you to breeze past on your way to Soutter, think again, because i am going to do him and Dracon a favor, and finish you off myself. They got bigger fish to fry then to worry about a peanut like you, and i got nothing better to do, so i will see you at No Man's Land! |
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