Post by 'The Cyclone' JK on Jul 10, 2010 13:21:30 GMT -5
*“Prisoner of society” is blaring out of the speakers of the large outdoor arena, with thousands of screaming fans chanting TWA! TWA! TWA! TWA!*
Sandra: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! IT IS THE RE-BIRTH! WELCOME BACK TO TWA!!!!
Malcolm: That’s right! Our beloved northern Australian federation has come back baby!
Sandra: We have a stacked show for you tonight folks, Aussie Jack, that’s right, the guy who was sent to hospital by the Phantom is in a return match tonight for our new TWA extreme title!
Malcolm: Yeah and the good thing is that he can’t be interrupted thi....
*Malcolm is interrupted as “nose bleed section” hits the P.A. system to the screaming roar of the audience, several “AUSSIE AUSSIE AUSSIE, OI! OI! OI!” and “JK’S A LEGEND!” chants are heard throughout the mass as “The Aussie Superstar” makes his way down the ramp towards the ring, mic in hand, beaming from ear to ear*
Malcolm: God damn it, he still interrupts me...
Sandra: But do you know what this means? Our first show back in three years starts with our FIRST inductee addressing us!
James: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome, HALL OF FAMER, ‘THE AUSSIE SUPERSTAR’! ‘THE CYCLONE’! JJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!
*JK slides into the ring, before taking the mic off of James*
JK: Man it’s GREAT TO BE HOME! AND BACK HERE IN DAIRY FARMERS STADIUM!!!!
*The crowd cheers loudly in approval*
JK: now, as most know, I am still with GIW
*small boos are heard with the occasional “JK IS TWA!” comments here and there*
JK: But when Vile Valo told me about TWA’s resurrection, I had to be part of the event somehow. So I thought, screw it. I’m going to have a match!
*Deafening cheers are heard throughout Dairy Farmers, the commentators are just speechless*
JK: And Paul mate, you should come out here so we can get this party started!
*“Beds are burning” hits the P.A. system to again, a deafening roar as Paul comes out smiling and high fiving all the fans in the front row*
Malcolm: Wow....Midday Oil....already.....our first show back!
Sandra: I think you said a mouthful partner.
*The scene skips to the end of the match, and has cut to the backstage area, where Jasmine and Sal are watching the match unfold on a nearby TV*
Sal: Ok, this’ll be where Paul will end it...
Jasmine: Oh I don’t know; Jordan can be pretty resourceful when he needs to be...
Sandra: Paul’s looking to end this now, picking JK up for what appears to be the fall from Uluru....
Malcolm: He’s finally going to beat the cyclone!
Sal: See?
Sandra: WAIT! JK REVERSED! JK REVERSED! Now Paul is on JK’s shoulders, AND HE HITS THE CYCLONE!!!!
Malcolm: Goodnight!
Ref: ONE!
Ref: TWO!!
Ref: THREE!!!! RING THE BELL!
*DING, DING, DING!*
James: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner, JK!!!!
*Sal is just shocked at the outcome as Jasmine is laughing*
Jasmine: I told you...
*On the screen JK helps Paul back to his feet as the two shake hands, and celebrate to the crowd as they shout ‘TWA! TWA! TWA!’*
Sal: What exactly just happened?
Jasmine: JK just seized the opportunity, he does that sometimes.
Sal: Oh, one of those spur of the moment kinda guys?
Jasmine: Yeah, sometimes he just acts on what’s going on at the moment, in fact sometimes I wonder if that’s one of the reasons why he married me.
Sal: Doubt it, he’s been contemplating this for a while, I think the kid was just the right moment for him.
Jasmine: Maybe...So are you and Paul like a..?
*Sal cuts Jasmine off*
Sal: Oh no! Our relationship is strictly professional, we aren’t doing that.
Jasmine: Well it just seems like that because you are always hanging out so...
*Again Sal cuts Jasmine off*
Sal: But we aren’t.
Jasmine: Ok, Ok, no need to be so grouchy over it.
*JK & Paul conveniently walk in before the situation gets out of hand*
JK: Hey Jazz, I see you were watching there. You like it?
Jasmine: I loved it babe.
*JK and Jasmine kiss as Paul laughs at what he is seeing*
Paul: Hey Jazz, how many ceiling tiles have you counted this week?
*Jasmine laughs back at him a little*
Jasmine: Yeah it’s nice to see you too Paul. You got a Girlfriend yet?
Paul: You’re sitting next to her...
Sal: Paul!!! We weren’t going to tell them yet!
JK: I think everyone knew Sal, it was kinda obvious.
Sal: What ever...
*Sal gets up and leaves*
Paul: Where you goin’ baby girl?
Sal: To the hotel room!
Paul: Damn, now I got to go home to THAT! And what do you mean ‘kinda obvious’?
Jasmine: You talked about her all the time during band practice...
JK: And she kept asking about you during training.
Paul: AH! Thought I was more subtle than that...
JK: Nah mate. Not subtle at all.
Paul: Man...I really need a subtlety coach.
*A small “THUMP! THUMP! TSHHHHH!” is heard from outside the window*
Jasmine: Is that Hanson??
Paul: Yeah, he follows me around, trying to show me how good he is getting.
JK: Dude, tell him to get a band or something.
*Paul points and nods at JK as if he is on to something, before going to the window and sticking his head out*
Paul: Hanson Mate, you got the mad skills now, why not start a band?
Hanson: I can’t!
Paul: Why not?
Hanson: I only know one other player, that is Vinegar, and he plays a nerdy instrument!
Paul: What’s he play?
Hanson: The Kazoo
Jasmine: Oh god, that is nerdy!
JK: Tell him to start one up with him anyway; it’d be funny as hell!
Paul: Start one with Vinegar anyway; you can be the first Kazoo band!
Hanson: Well at least the entire band won’t be crappy...if I’m on the drums at least.
JK: He going to do it?
Paul: I think so.
*JK and Paul laugh and high five each other as Jasmine has a look of thought on her face*
Jasmine: hey, just remembered to tell you this, tomorrow we have a benefit gig for underprivileged aboriginal children.
JK: Where are we playing?
Jasmine: The strand.
Paul: Nice! A beach party concert! I can dig it.
*The scene fades down to a stage set up on the beach; big wooden torches give a fiery illumination to the stage, there are several people surrounding the stage, of at least 300 or so, the rest are all watching from the nearby parkland. Some people are holding signs, like ‘Welcome back JK’ and ‘Give the drummer more air time’. The crowd is cheering considerably loud, as Midday oil prepares to do what looks like an encore. The clacking of Paul’s drumsticks are heard to symbolise the beginning of the song as JK plays the introduction to a northerner favirote.*
Jasmine: Blackfella, Whitefella
Doesn't matter what ya' colour
As long as you a true fella
As long as you a real fella
All the people of different races around the world
In different places doesn’t matter what your name is
We've got to have lots of changes
We need more brothers if we're to make it
We need more sisters if we're to save it
Are you the one who's gonna stand up and be counted?
Are you the one who's gonna be there when we shout it?
Are you the one who's always ready with a helping hand?
Are you the one who understands this family plan?
*JK breaks out into somewhat of a Bon Jovi style guitar solo, kicking several small lights off the stage and into the crowd. Once JK kicks the final small light off the stage, Paul breaks out into a massive drum solo, puncturing the tom-tom drum in the process*
Jasmine: Blackfella, Whitefella, Yellowfella, Any fella
Doesn't matter what your colour As long as you A true fella
All the people of different races around the world in different places
Doesn't matter which religion it’s all the same
When the ship is sinking
We need more brothers if we're to make it
We need more sisters if we're to change it
Are you the one who's gonna stand up and be counted?
Are you the one who's gonna be there when we shout it?
Are you the one who's always there with a helping hand?
Are you the one who understands this family plan?
Stand up Stand up and be counted
Stand up Stand up and be counted
Stand up Stand up and be counted
Stand up Stand up and be counted
Stand up Stand up and be counted
Are you the one who's always there with a helping hand?
Are you the one who understands this family plan?
Are you the one who's always there with a helping hand?
Are you the one who understands this family plan?
*The crowd is cheering loudly for the bands preformance as Midday Oil get off the stage*
JK: Hey I’ll catch you guys later. I have to cut a promo for some match against the covenant in GIW.
Paul: ‘kay dude. Catch ya at the after party?
JK: You know it man. Bye Jazz, see you in a bit.
Jasmine: Later Jordan. Don’t be too late with this promo; I don’t want to go the entire party without seeing you.
JK: Don’t worry Jazz; I’ll be back before the party ends.
*Jasmine and Paul walk off to the nearby Taxi as JK sits down at a nearby bench*
JK: So, this sentinel...I am to face the covenant, Dirge and Raenius. Rae, I have fought you before, I know you can be a challenge, and this Dirge bloke looks top notch for someone who probably puts on a tough guy persona, then at the end of the day, goes home, makes his ‘TV dinner’ then goes to bed as he weeps while masturbating about being alone or something. But there is one thing that people keep forgetting; I never step down from a challenge. The way I see it, I’m always going to be the underdog so there is no point in getting scared away from a fight. Raenius, I know you don’t think much of me mate, I know you think of me as nothing more than a little distraction. But remember man, small distractions can become big problems, and that is what I will be this Sunday, a Big problem for you.
*JK looks out towards the Coral Sea*
JK: Dirge, you get told this about a million times I think, and even if you don’t care I’ll say it anyway, you are the biggest fucking prick I have ever seen. But I do have some form of respect for you, as I do for all competitors that I face for the first time, that is until I face them, and then I decide whether or not I respect them. As far as that goes, you do seem pretty confident, and mate, even if people say confidence is a big part of a win, you don’t want to be so sure with your opponents. One thing you should know Dir, I like to change my game plan every week, I like to keep the opponents on their toes, I like to confuse them. You can say I have flaws, but no one is perfect, even you. I have fought in many David vs. Goliath situations and come out of it with the win, just ask the wrestler who was hired by the enforcer of GIW, Dredd; The Monster, after all I beat him twice.
*JK turns and focuses back on the camera*
JK: Now Cyanide. Let’s get one thing straight, I don’t like you, and I’m pretty sure you don’t like me either. But for one night I am willing to bury the hatchet, I am willing to put our past behind us for one show only. They say opposites work well with each other, they had better come sentinel otherwise, we are ass fucked! Now I have said I want to move on for tonight, I hope that this mood is apathetic with you so that we can at least co-operate for our match. After that, we can go back to bashing each other’s brains out, and if I get my wish for No Holds Barred: Rising Sun, lighting each other on fire and bashing each other’s brains out.
*JK gets up and the camera backs up a little*
JK: You get that?
Camera man: Yeah I got it JK.
JK: Sweet.
*He heads off to the side of the road whistles and shouts*
JK: TAXI!!!!
*to bring the promo to a close*
Sandra: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! IT IS THE RE-BIRTH! WELCOME BACK TO TWA!!!!
Malcolm: That’s right! Our beloved northern Australian federation has come back baby!
Sandra: We have a stacked show for you tonight folks, Aussie Jack, that’s right, the guy who was sent to hospital by the Phantom is in a return match tonight for our new TWA extreme title!
Malcolm: Yeah and the good thing is that he can’t be interrupted thi....
*Malcolm is interrupted as “nose bleed section” hits the P.A. system to the screaming roar of the audience, several “AUSSIE AUSSIE AUSSIE, OI! OI! OI!” and “JK’S A LEGEND!” chants are heard throughout the mass as “The Aussie Superstar” makes his way down the ramp towards the ring, mic in hand, beaming from ear to ear*
Malcolm: God damn it, he still interrupts me...
Sandra: But do you know what this means? Our first show back in three years starts with our FIRST inductee addressing us!
James: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome, HALL OF FAMER, ‘THE AUSSIE SUPERSTAR’! ‘THE CYCLONE’! JJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!
*JK slides into the ring, before taking the mic off of James*
JK: Man it’s GREAT TO BE HOME! AND BACK HERE IN DAIRY FARMERS STADIUM!!!!
*The crowd cheers loudly in approval*
JK: now, as most know, I am still with GIW
*small boos are heard with the occasional “JK IS TWA!” comments here and there*
JK: But when Vile Valo told me about TWA’s resurrection, I had to be part of the event somehow. So I thought, screw it. I’m going to have a match!
*Deafening cheers are heard throughout Dairy Farmers, the commentators are just speechless*
JK: And Paul mate, you should come out here so we can get this party started!
*“Beds are burning” hits the P.A. system to again, a deafening roar as Paul comes out smiling and high fiving all the fans in the front row*
Malcolm: Wow....Midday Oil....already.....our first show back!
Sandra: I think you said a mouthful partner.
*The scene skips to the end of the match, and has cut to the backstage area, where Jasmine and Sal are watching the match unfold on a nearby TV*
Sal: Ok, this’ll be where Paul will end it...
Jasmine: Oh I don’t know; Jordan can be pretty resourceful when he needs to be...
Sandra: Paul’s looking to end this now, picking JK up for what appears to be the fall from Uluru....
Malcolm: He’s finally going to beat the cyclone!
Sal: See?
Sandra: WAIT! JK REVERSED! JK REVERSED! Now Paul is on JK’s shoulders, AND HE HITS THE CYCLONE!!!!
Malcolm: Goodnight!
Ref: ONE!
Ref: TWO!!
Ref: THREE!!!! RING THE BELL!
*DING, DING, DING!*
James: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner, JK!!!!
*Sal is just shocked at the outcome as Jasmine is laughing*
Jasmine: I told you...
*On the screen JK helps Paul back to his feet as the two shake hands, and celebrate to the crowd as they shout ‘TWA! TWA! TWA!’*
Sal: What exactly just happened?
Jasmine: JK just seized the opportunity, he does that sometimes.
Sal: Oh, one of those spur of the moment kinda guys?
Jasmine: Yeah, sometimes he just acts on what’s going on at the moment, in fact sometimes I wonder if that’s one of the reasons why he married me.
Sal: Doubt it, he’s been contemplating this for a while, I think the kid was just the right moment for him.
Jasmine: Maybe...So are you and Paul like a..?
*Sal cuts Jasmine off*
Sal: Oh no! Our relationship is strictly professional, we aren’t doing that.
Jasmine: Well it just seems like that because you are always hanging out so...
*Again Sal cuts Jasmine off*
Sal: But we aren’t.
Jasmine: Ok, Ok, no need to be so grouchy over it.
*JK & Paul conveniently walk in before the situation gets out of hand*
JK: Hey Jazz, I see you were watching there. You like it?
Jasmine: I loved it babe.
*JK and Jasmine kiss as Paul laughs at what he is seeing*
Paul: Hey Jazz, how many ceiling tiles have you counted this week?
*Jasmine laughs back at him a little*
Jasmine: Yeah it’s nice to see you too Paul. You got a Girlfriend yet?
Paul: You’re sitting next to her...
Sal: Paul!!! We weren’t going to tell them yet!
JK: I think everyone knew Sal, it was kinda obvious.
Sal: What ever...
*Sal gets up and leaves*
Paul: Where you goin’ baby girl?
Sal: To the hotel room!
Paul: Damn, now I got to go home to THAT! And what do you mean ‘kinda obvious’?
Jasmine: You talked about her all the time during band practice...
JK: And she kept asking about you during training.
Paul: AH! Thought I was more subtle than that...
JK: Nah mate. Not subtle at all.
Paul: Man...I really need a subtlety coach.
*A small “THUMP! THUMP! TSHHHHH!” is heard from outside the window*
Jasmine: Is that Hanson??
Paul: Yeah, he follows me around, trying to show me how good he is getting.
JK: Dude, tell him to get a band or something.
*Paul points and nods at JK as if he is on to something, before going to the window and sticking his head out*
Paul: Hanson Mate, you got the mad skills now, why not start a band?
Hanson: I can’t!
Paul: Why not?
Hanson: I only know one other player, that is Vinegar, and he plays a nerdy instrument!
Paul: What’s he play?
Hanson: The Kazoo
Jasmine: Oh god, that is nerdy!
JK: Tell him to start one up with him anyway; it’d be funny as hell!
Paul: Start one with Vinegar anyway; you can be the first Kazoo band!
Hanson: Well at least the entire band won’t be crappy...if I’m on the drums at least.
JK: He going to do it?
Paul: I think so.
*JK and Paul laugh and high five each other as Jasmine has a look of thought on her face*
Jasmine: hey, just remembered to tell you this, tomorrow we have a benefit gig for underprivileged aboriginal children.
JK: Where are we playing?
Jasmine: The strand.
Paul: Nice! A beach party concert! I can dig it.
*The scene fades down to a stage set up on the beach; big wooden torches give a fiery illumination to the stage, there are several people surrounding the stage, of at least 300 or so, the rest are all watching from the nearby parkland. Some people are holding signs, like ‘Welcome back JK’ and ‘Give the drummer more air time’. The crowd is cheering considerably loud, as Midday oil prepares to do what looks like an encore. The clacking of Paul’s drumsticks are heard to symbolise the beginning of the song as JK plays the introduction to a northerner favirote.*
Jasmine: Blackfella, Whitefella
Doesn't matter what ya' colour
As long as you a true fella
As long as you a real fella
All the people of different races around the world
In different places doesn’t matter what your name is
We've got to have lots of changes
We need more brothers if we're to make it
We need more sisters if we're to save it
Are you the one who's gonna stand up and be counted?
Are you the one who's gonna be there when we shout it?
Are you the one who's always ready with a helping hand?
Are you the one who understands this family plan?
*JK breaks out into somewhat of a Bon Jovi style guitar solo, kicking several small lights off the stage and into the crowd. Once JK kicks the final small light off the stage, Paul breaks out into a massive drum solo, puncturing the tom-tom drum in the process*
Jasmine: Blackfella, Whitefella, Yellowfella, Any fella
Doesn't matter what your colour As long as you A true fella
All the people of different races around the world in different places
Doesn't matter which religion it’s all the same
When the ship is sinking
We need more brothers if we're to make it
We need more sisters if we're to change it
Are you the one who's gonna stand up and be counted?
Are you the one who's gonna be there when we shout it?
Are you the one who's always there with a helping hand?
Are you the one who understands this family plan?
Stand up Stand up and be counted
Stand up Stand up and be counted
Stand up Stand up and be counted
Stand up Stand up and be counted
Stand up Stand up and be counted
Are you the one who's always there with a helping hand?
Are you the one who understands this family plan?
Are you the one who's always there with a helping hand?
Are you the one who understands this family plan?
*The crowd is cheering loudly for the bands preformance as Midday Oil get off the stage*
JK: Hey I’ll catch you guys later. I have to cut a promo for some match against the covenant in GIW.
Paul: ‘kay dude. Catch ya at the after party?
JK: You know it man. Bye Jazz, see you in a bit.
Jasmine: Later Jordan. Don’t be too late with this promo; I don’t want to go the entire party without seeing you.
JK: Don’t worry Jazz; I’ll be back before the party ends.
*Jasmine and Paul walk off to the nearby Taxi as JK sits down at a nearby bench*
JK: So, this sentinel...I am to face the covenant, Dirge and Raenius. Rae, I have fought you before, I know you can be a challenge, and this Dirge bloke looks top notch for someone who probably puts on a tough guy persona, then at the end of the day, goes home, makes his ‘TV dinner’ then goes to bed as he weeps while masturbating about being alone or something. But there is one thing that people keep forgetting; I never step down from a challenge. The way I see it, I’m always going to be the underdog so there is no point in getting scared away from a fight. Raenius, I know you don’t think much of me mate, I know you think of me as nothing more than a little distraction. But remember man, small distractions can become big problems, and that is what I will be this Sunday, a Big problem for you.
*JK looks out towards the Coral Sea*
JK: Dirge, you get told this about a million times I think, and even if you don’t care I’ll say it anyway, you are the biggest fucking prick I have ever seen. But I do have some form of respect for you, as I do for all competitors that I face for the first time, that is until I face them, and then I decide whether or not I respect them. As far as that goes, you do seem pretty confident, and mate, even if people say confidence is a big part of a win, you don’t want to be so sure with your opponents. One thing you should know Dir, I like to change my game plan every week, I like to keep the opponents on their toes, I like to confuse them. You can say I have flaws, but no one is perfect, even you. I have fought in many David vs. Goliath situations and come out of it with the win, just ask the wrestler who was hired by the enforcer of GIW, Dredd; The Monster, after all I beat him twice.
*JK turns and focuses back on the camera*
JK: Now Cyanide. Let’s get one thing straight, I don’t like you, and I’m pretty sure you don’t like me either. But for one night I am willing to bury the hatchet, I am willing to put our past behind us for one show only. They say opposites work well with each other, they had better come sentinel otherwise, we are ass fucked! Now I have said I want to move on for tonight, I hope that this mood is apathetic with you so that we can at least co-operate for our match. After that, we can go back to bashing each other’s brains out, and if I get my wish for No Holds Barred: Rising Sun, lighting each other on fire and bashing each other’s brains out.
*JK gets up and the camera backs up a little*
JK: You get that?
Camera man: Yeah I got it JK.
JK: Sweet.
*He heads off to the side of the road whistles and shouts*
JK: TAXI!!!!
*to bring the promo to a close*
