Post by Jet Somers on Jun 14, 2012 20:15:45 GMT -5
"Where is the camera? I want to make sure he's facing away from it
while you tease up his hair," Jet grins at Charity.
"Why would you want footage of him getting into character?" Charity
seems stumped.
"I need stock footage for 'On the Road with Opie,' he explains, "Come
on, I need that hair much bigger. Haven't you ever seen an eighties era
wrestler?"
"Maybe you should have gotten Patience to do his hair," Charity huffs,
not without some humor.
"THE CAPTAIN WILL NOT HAVE A MULLET!" says Mr. 80s
"No, no mullet," Charity assures him.
"Well, not a Shawn Michaels mullet, but something... mullet-esque." Jet
muses. "Hey, I'm going to set up for the promo, buzz me when he's
ready. And get some shots from different angles when you're done; I
want to make sure he looks right for TPT tomorrow."
----------
The setting is an obviously fake back alley wall set up in the back of the
UGWC arena, but before the colorful paint splatters and solid gold UGWC
logo stands Jason Reeves with a box microphone, wearing a well tailored
suit and looking intently into the camera.
The camera pans out to show the tousled and teased hair of Captain 80s,
who's back is to the camera. His hands are raised into fists, with only the
thumbs protruding to point as his fabulous hair. He spins around
suddenly, as if just realizing he's supposed to be doing an interview.
"Captain 80s," Reeves begins, "your debut match is this coming Synergy
against the Dungeon of Pain's Cajoolz. How confident are you that you
can knock the big man out of the running for In Your Hands?"
The Captain begins gesturing intensely, pointing at nothing in particular
on a 360 degree axis.
"FIRST OF ALL, JASON REEVES, LET THE CAPTAIN THANK EACH AND
EVERY 'FIRST MATE' WHO MADE ALL OF THIS POSSIBLE," he's even
pointing behind him at times.
"JASON REEVES, ON MONDAY, JUNE 18TH, THE CAPTAIN IS GOING TO
ROCK AND ROLL THE UGWC ARENA LIKE NO ONE HAS IN THREE
DECADES, BROTHER!"
"Captain," Reeves points out, "you realize the UGWC hasn't even been
around for one decade yet?"
"THE CAPTAIN KNOWS HOW LONG THE UGWC HAS BEEN WITHOUT A
CAPTAIN, JASON REEVES, AND THAT'S FAR TOO LONG!"
"Already you're showing a strong following on the polls for In Your
Hands, but a lot of us haven't had a real chance to show what we can
do," Reeves points out, "How do you feel your odds will stack up against
the rest of the Stars of Tomorrow in three weeks?"
"THE CAPTAIN IS NO SLOUCH WHEN IT COMES TO THE WORLD WIDE
WEB, JASON REEVES, AND HE KNOWS THE 'FIRST MATES' ARE ALREADY
BEHIND HIM, AND HE TRUSTS HIS FATE IN THEIR HANDS, BROTHER.
THE CAPTAIN ALSO KNOWS THAT CAJOOLZ IS THE LEADER FROM THE
DUNGEON OF PAIN, BUT IT DOESN'T MATTER IF HE WINS OR FALLS
BEHIND. IF ANYONE, EVEN PAUL COCKATOO, IS CHOSEN TO STEP INTO
THE SQUARED CIRCLE AGAINST THE CAPTAIN, WELL THE PAUL
COCKATOO, I'M COMIN FOR YOU, NIGGA!"
"Well, I'm not sure if that's appropriate," Reeves is bug eyed at the
comment, "What message do you have for the rest of the Stars of
Tomorrow, including yours truly."
"THE CAPTAIN MAY NOT KNOW WHAT TOMORROW HOLDS, JASON
REEVES, BUT YOU ARE THE STAR OF TOMORROW, WHOOOOOOOOO,
CAPTAIN 80S IS THE STAR OF NEXT MONTH... AT IN YOUR HANDS!!!"
The Captain has apparently decided that he's said enough, as he
wanders off camera, hands still pointing wildly.
"There you have it, this week's Star of Tomorrow, Captain 80s" Jason
Reeves closes the interview.
----------
Making his way up his hallway toward his apartment, Jet presses a cell
phone between his ear and shoulder as he flips through his mail.
"Yeah, did you hear that classic Booker T line?" Jet chatters excitedly,
"Classic. He's a character, you should have no trouble at all interviewing
him. People are going to be in stitches after TPT. Alright, see you later."
He rounds the corner, and almost trips over someone clad in all black,
blending perfectly in with the door to Jet's apartment.
"Can I help you?" Jet looks down at a crestfallen Mark Reznik.
"You didn't tell me I'd be wrestling that night," Mark whines.
"I said you'd debut," Jet reminds him.
"You said that to all of us," Mark sighs.
"Look," Jet steps over the guitarist to open his door, "Maybe you need a
better understanding of the business before you leap into it. Things like
this happen all the time. Impromptu matches, last minute schedule
changes, stipulations thrown at you out of nowhere. You've got to be
ready to roll with the punches, Mark."
"Will I get another shot?" Mark pleads as Jet steps in.
"I don't know," Jet shrugs, "That's up to the Consortium."
"You picked me," Mark cries, putting up a hand to stop Jet slamming the
door in his face, "Obviously you saw something."
"And then you got beat by the Athlican," Jet shakes his head, "I can only
open the door for you guys. You have to keep it from shutting in your
face."
And Jet does just that.
while you tease up his hair," Jet grins at Charity.
"Why would you want footage of him getting into character?" Charity
seems stumped.
"I need stock footage for 'On the Road with Opie,' he explains, "Come
on, I need that hair much bigger. Haven't you ever seen an eighties era
wrestler?"
"Maybe you should have gotten Patience to do his hair," Charity huffs,
not without some humor.
"THE CAPTAIN WILL NOT HAVE A MULLET!" says Mr. 80s
"No, no mullet," Charity assures him.
"Well, not a Shawn Michaels mullet, but something... mullet-esque." Jet
muses. "Hey, I'm going to set up for the promo, buzz me when he's
ready. And get some shots from different angles when you're done; I
want to make sure he looks right for TPT tomorrow."
----------
The setting is an obviously fake back alley wall set up in the back of the
UGWC arena, but before the colorful paint splatters and solid gold UGWC
logo stands Jason Reeves with a box microphone, wearing a well tailored
suit and looking intently into the camera.
The camera pans out to show the tousled and teased hair of Captain 80s,
who's back is to the camera. His hands are raised into fists, with only the
thumbs protruding to point as his fabulous hair. He spins around
suddenly, as if just realizing he's supposed to be doing an interview.
"Captain 80s," Reeves begins, "your debut match is this coming Synergy
against the Dungeon of Pain's Cajoolz. How confident are you that you
can knock the big man out of the running for In Your Hands?"
The Captain begins gesturing intensely, pointing at nothing in particular
on a 360 degree axis.
"FIRST OF ALL, JASON REEVES, LET THE CAPTAIN THANK EACH AND
EVERY 'FIRST MATE' WHO MADE ALL OF THIS POSSIBLE," he's even
pointing behind him at times.
"JASON REEVES, ON MONDAY, JUNE 18TH, THE CAPTAIN IS GOING TO
ROCK AND ROLL THE UGWC ARENA LIKE NO ONE HAS IN THREE
DECADES, BROTHER!"
"Captain," Reeves points out, "you realize the UGWC hasn't even been
around for one decade yet?"
"THE CAPTAIN KNOWS HOW LONG THE UGWC HAS BEEN WITHOUT A
CAPTAIN, JASON REEVES, AND THAT'S FAR TOO LONG!"
"Already you're showing a strong following on the polls for In Your
Hands, but a lot of us haven't had a real chance to show what we can
do," Reeves points out, "How do you feel your odds will stack up against
the rest of the Stars of Tomorrow in three weeks?"
"THE CAPTAIN IS NO SLOUCH WHEN IT COMES TO THE WORLD WIDE
WEB, JASON REEVES, AND HE KNOWS THE 'FIRST MATES' ARE ALREADY
BEHIND HIM, AND HE TRUSTS HIS FATE IN THEIR HANDS, BROTHER.
THE CAPTAIN ALSO KNOWS THAT CAJOOLZ IS THE LEADER FROM THE
DUNGEON OF PAIN, BUT IT DOESN'T MATTER IF HE WINS OR FALLS
BEHIND. IF ANYONE, EVEN PAUL COCKATOO, IS CHOSEN TO STEP INTO
THE SQUARED CIRCLE AGAINST THE CAPTAIN, WELL THE PAUL
COCKATOO, I'M COMIN FOR YOU, NIGGA!"
"Well, I'm not sure if that's appropriate," Reeves is bug eyed at the
comment, "What message do you have for the rest of the Stars of
Tomorrow, including yours truly."
"THE CAPTAIN MAY NOT KNOW WHAT TOMORROW HOLDS, JASON
REEVES, BUT YOU ARE THE STAR OF TOMORROW, WHOOOOOOOOO,
CAPTAIN 80S IS THE STAR OF NEXT MONTH... AT IN YOUR HANDS!!!"
The Captain has apparently decided that he's said enough, as he
wanders off camera, hands still pointing wildly.
"There you have it, this week's Star of Tomorrow, Captain 80s" Jason
Reeves closes the interview.
----------
Making his way up his hallway toward his apartment, Jet presses a cell
phone between his ear and shoulder as he flips through his mail.
"Yeah, did you hear that classic Booker T line?" Jet chatters excitedly,
"Classic. He's a character, you should have no trouble at all interviewing
him. People are going to be in stitches after TPT. Alright, see you later."
He rounds the corner, and almost trips over someone clad in all black,
blending perfectly in with the door to Jet's apartment.
"Can I help you?" Jet looks down at a crestfallen Mark Reznik.
"You didn't tell me I'd be wrestling that night," Mark whines.
"I said you'd debut," Jet reminds him.
"You said that to all of us," Mark sighs.
"Look," Jet steps over the guitarist to open his door, "Maybe you need a
better understanding of the business before you leap into it. Things like
this happen all the time. Impromptu matches, last minute schedule
changes, stipulations thrown at you out of nowhere. You've got to be
ready to roll with the punches, Mark."
"Will I get another shot?" Mark pleads as Jet steps in.
"I don't know," Jet shrugs, "That's up to the Consortium."
"You picked me," Mark cries, putting up a hand to stop Jet slamming the
door in his face, "Obviously you saw something."
"And then you got beat by the Athlican," Jet shakes his head, "I can only
open the door for you guys. You have to keep it from shutting in your
face."
And Jet does just that.
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