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Livewire 9/21
Topic Started: Sep 21 2004, 08:17 PM (257 Views)
SWAT Team
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[The camera blends into the trademark red, gray, and black of the bullet-ridden SWAT logo. On the desk, SWAT president Domino sits shuffling stacks of papers, this time behind her desk and not sitting in front of it as she usually does. She looks frazzled…but still hot as hell.]

DOM: So much time, so little to do…

[She looks at the camera, an exasperated smile on her face.]

DOM: Heh, um, strike that; reverse it.

[Domino sighs loudly.]

DOM: Uggh, I wished I could tell you how hard this job could be. Keeping production crews on time, wrestler’s egos pacified, arranging for big, hairy misogynistic psychopaths to be committed to the loony bin, it’s a full time job!

[Domino gives a stern look.]

DOM: Not an impressive week for promos. Not impressive at all. You’d think people in title matches would have something to say when I ask them for an interview or promo, but no! Who knows where they are…well, guess what no-showers, you are on my shit list now, and you don’t want that…

[Domino pauses a moment.]

DOM: Sorry. Bad day. I didn’t really mean it. Well, not all of it. We have 2 more promos to show you before No Mans Land, including one from our heavyweight champ. Enjoy the show. But please excuse me if you could, I have tons of work to do. Bye!

[Domino waves and smiles at the camera, as the screen fades out to the following graphic:]

On this edition of Livewire:

- Australian Heavyweight champion Adrian Tanner looks to prove himself at NML
- Woman-hater Mars takes time to harrass our SWAT staff again
- Commissioner Dracon Xanathos is attacked on the parking lot

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Adrian Tanner, Jr.


Quote:
 
Jeremy Tucker: Tanner with a standing legdrop across Piltdown’s chest.

[Tanner drags Piltdown to his feet.]

Andrew Fulton: REVOLVER!!!

[Tanner goes for the cover.]

Jeremy Tucker: He’s got the leg hooked

[ONE…]

Andrew Fulton: DO IT!

[TWO…]

Macca: Crikey, I think this is it mate!

[THREE!!!]

Andrew Fulton: He did it! I knew my Adrian could do it!

[The ref rolls out of the ring as Tucker and Macca stare at Fulton.]



"One night..."


Quote:
 
Frank Salazar: The winner of this match and new heavyweight champion…

[The ref hands Tanner both title belts as Tanner raises both arms to the sky.]

Frank Salazar: ADRIAN TANNER JR…

[Pyro explodes from all four corners as Tanner’s victory celebration continues.]

Jeremy Tucker: There you have it folks, Adrian Tanner now holds all the active titles in SWAT.

Andrew Fulton: And he’s going to keep them forever! Mwha ha ha ha!


"One night can make ALL the difference!"

[Fade into Adrian Tanner, sitting on the turnbuckle of the ring inside an empty Sydney Entertainment Centre. Adrian's wearing black jeans and a black "Notorious" t-shirt, along with his usuall addidas. The SWAT Australian Statewide and Heavyweight Championships are both strapped around his waist, one facing his front, the other his back.]

Adrian: One night... That's all it took, and your's truly is back ontop in Oz. Both of the active titles...mine. At least until No Man's Land.

I'd like to say that I'd give my respect to our former champion, but I'd be lying if I did. See, I used to have respect for that man. He was the 1st person to_ever_beat me in this ring. But lately, he's been a walking shell of his former self. Lately, he's become a disgrace to this company, and to this belt. When our esteemed President Domino informed me of my chance at revenge, I was thrilled. Because I had finally gotten my chance to finally prove who the better man was.

Did I prove that last week?

No.

Why? Because it was obvious going into the match that our champ didnt give a shit. It was obvious that his head wasnt in the ballgame. I used to have respect for this man.

When I got this match, I wanted to face the man that Sam Piltdown USED to be. I wanted one last fight with the guy who beat ME for this! (Adrian unstraps the SWAT Heavyweight Title from his waist, holding it to the camera.)

But that man had already left some time ago. The Sa,m Piltdown I fought last week, was a broken down shell of what he used to be, and was easily defeated by a better man. And that pisses me off.

[Adrian jumps down from the turnbuckle, placing the SWAT Australian Heavyweight Championship on his right shoulder.]

Adrian: I wanted to PROVE that I was better than you Sam, and istead, I got handed this title because you couldnt cope with the pressure. So now, instead of proving myself rightfully last week against you, I'm gonna have to make an example out of the rest of the roster.

And that brings me to my next challenge. My first title defense as the new champ. Reeve, you and I havent always seen eye to eye, but I like to think we're fighting for the same side. Unlike I've former champ, I've got a lot of respect for you.

You and me, we're alot alike. Both guys who've been told our entire careers "hey kid, you aint good enough. You arent shit. You'll never be anything in this business." We've both had to deal with this bull, and we've both prospered because of it.

You say your going to give your all against me? Reeve, I'm begging[i/] you, please do. Bring everything you've got and then some.

Give me a challenge! Give me a fight! I need to prove to myself and to these fans that I deserve this belt, Reeve. So I'm begging you to bring it all, and make me FIGHT for this belt!!

I need to prove to the citizens of Australia that I'm worthy of being their champion, and I can think of no better way than in a knock down drag out asskicking contest with "Australia's favorite son!"

See you in Sydney, Reeve. Get ready for the biggest match of your career, and make no mistake... I dont intend to lose. I will do everything in my power to keep this belt, Reeve!

Ask yourself, are you ready to do the same?

[FADE]

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MARS

-Fade in-

[The scene opens with SWAT interviewer ‘Mean Dean’ Blitz standing next to Mars in the ‘official’ interview area. Blitz still has his nose taped from his incident with a door last week and Mars looks pissed off… as usual.]

‘Mean Dean’ Blitz: Mars you have been remaaarkable quiet this week, considering your involvement in the tournament to crown a new Statewide champion. Whhaat’s going on?

[Blitz’s accent has not improved, if fact it has gotten worse. Now he sounds like the ‘Count’ off of Sesame Street… at least he’s not counting anything yet.]

Mars: Listen up you little piss ant!

[Blitz takes a step back as Mars growls at him… but he does keep the mic right in front of Mars.]

Mars: You want to know want I’ve been doing?

‘MD’B: Yeess…

Mars: Guess what? You don’t need to know what I’ve been doing! But I will tell you what I’m going to do.

‘MD’B: Okaay…

[Blitz takes a deep breath waiting for Mars’ tirade.]

Mars: I’m stuck in tournament for the belt that is rightfully mine… If that bitch President had any brains in her pretty little head she would just award me that belt right now and save the rest of the so-called talent a lot of pain.

‘MD’ B: Mars, you seem to have low opinion of the other participants in this tournament.

Mars: What am I supposed to think? You have a hockey helmet, a crackhead, and let’s not forget…a man as fearsome as a stillborn kitten… a man as frightening as democratic presidential campaign… a man as powerful as the Iraqi army… Yes, the one and only… Nasty Ned Chambers.

[Mars pauses and just before Blitz can ask another question, he continues.]

Mars: Am I really supposed to take these clowns seriously?

‘MD’B: Weelll your first opponent, Ned Chambers did beat the former champ in a non-title match up.

Mars: Right there proves the point, Count Chocula. He beat the former champ, the man who went on to get crushed by Jr. After I turned Jr’s spine into abstract art.

‘MD’B: How can you discount a man who had such an impressive winnnning streak when SWAT started?

[Mars just shakes his head.]

Mars: All right, I’ll say this real slow so even the idiot fans here in Australia can understand.

[Mars takes a deep breath.]

Mars: Nasty… Smelling… Ned… Chambers… is… a… joke!

‘MD’B: M…

[Mars cuts him off.]

Mars: Shut the hell up, Chocula. Chamber had a winning streak against the poorest excuses for wrestlers that Soutter could find. When he finally had to face somebody with some talent he got stuffed.

‘MD’B: So Maarrs are you saying that Sly Fondell is a good wrestler?

Mars: Why the hell are you trying to change the subject?

[Mars glares down at Blitz.]

Mars: Besides I never said Fondell had talent as a wrestler, from what I heard from Soutter his real talent is in gay porn.]

[Mars starts laughing, as Blitz tries to regain his composure.]

‘MD’B: Okaayy, back to the subject of Ned Chambers. Do you really think you have what it takes to get by him and in to the finals of the Tournament?

[Mars looks down at Blitz with an incredulous look on his face.]

Mars: What the hell are you talking about? Did you get your cue cards screwed up again, Chocula?

[Mars motions with his hands towards himself.]

Mars: Does it really look like I would have a problem getting by anyone here in SWAT? I’m over seven feet tall, well over three hundred pounds, and like nothing more than hurting stupid sons of bitches in the ring.

‘MD’B: Maarrs, you still haven’t really answered the questioonn about what you intend to do in this tournament.

Mars: You are really starting to get on my nerves, Chocula.

[Mars takes the mic out of Blitz’s hand.]

Mars: It’s real simple, jackass. First, I’m intend to cripple the ‘Nasty Smelling One’… I know I could just beat him, but it’s so much more fun listening to screams of pain… Then I move on to the finals.

[Mars grins wickedly.]

Mars: Then I get a new playmate… like I said either it’s going to be a hockey helmet or a crackhead… And I do like having new playmates.

[Blitz reaches to take his mic back until Mars glares down stopping him cold.]

Mars: We could get the crackhead Tyler D, which could be a lot of fun. With all those drugs pumping through his system he won’t feel anything but the most extreme tortures…

[Mars’ wicked smile takes on an even more evil aspect.]

Mars: Which means… I can hurt him that much more. It will be like that silly little rabbit with the batteries… except Tyler D will just keep on breaking, and breaking, and breaking…

[Mars laughs sending visible chills down Blitz’s spine.]

Mars: Or we could get the hockey helmeted Dave Brickheart, a lunatic with more personalities than Sybil. I hope we do get Delirious Dave… Then it we be just like kicking the crap out of the entire cast of ‘Friends’… Although, that Jennifer Aniston is pretty hot…

[Mars gives Blitz the old nudge-nudge, wink-wink bit.]

Mars: Plain and simple it doesn’t matter who I have to wrestle to get back my belt… They all are going to wind up in the hospital before the night is done…

[Mars tosses the mic back to a stunned looking Blitz.]

‘MD’B: Thank you, Mars for those… Disturbing comments.

[Mars walks of the set as the lights begin to…

-Fade out-

‘MD’B: WIILLL SOMEBODY PLEASE TURN THE LIGHTS BACK ON, I’M AFRAID OF THE DAARKK

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