Post by T-Robosaurus Rex on Jul 21, 2009 11:42:20 GMT -5
PREVIOUSLY RECORDED FOOTAGE
The scene fades in to Randy Boolzian sat at a table in the GIW arena’s canteen, heralding cheers from the gathered fans within’ the building. Conni is on the seat next to him, front legs up on the table eating from a plastic bowl. Soon after Alex Kiseragi appears at the scene from the right side of the screen. Spotting his long time rival BoolZ puts down his food and slowly stands silencing the crowd before he quickly turns around.
“Whoa, steady champ.” Alex says holding up a hand in front of him in an attempt to appease the Red Bull Icon. “I’m not here to fight. That wouldn’t be good for either of us right now would it?”
BoolZ raises an eyebrow with a humorous chuckle, "See I should have known. You came at me head on this time."
BoolZ picks his food back up, sitting himself back down at the table but fixing him with a cold stare. “You mind if I…?” Alex asks, gesturing to pull out the chair opposite. Boolz still doesn’t reply and continues to fix Alex with a stare. “I’ll stand.” Alex continues, withdrawing his hand.”
“What do you want?” BoolZ asks, almost interrupting him.
“Ok, I know we’re not friends. But tonight I just wanted to be sure we were on the same page. So I got you these…” Alex takes his arm from behind his back and places a four pack of Red Bull’s on the table. “I know it’s not very imaginative but there’s only two things I know you like and the other would have been pretty expensive and kinda awkward so there you go.”
BoolZ reaches over the table and almost reluctantly draws the cans towards him.
“We cool then? Just for tonight? We can just go out there, beat the hell out of Travis Roberts and no-one has to worry about getting turned on.”
“Sure, tonight.” BoolZ replies, turning back to his plate of Obese Tony’s Special Surprise. A few second pass before he realises Alex is still stood by his table. “What’re you waiting for, a hug?”
Alex laughs slightly, awkwardly, “No, no, I just had one more thing to ask you. I’ve got the next Global title shot right. So it’s gonna be you and me next after you beat Travis at Infinity. I was just wondering when you wanted to do it.”
BoolZ goes back to his food, shovelling a fork full of, something into his mouth. “Does it matter? Anytime, anywhere.” he says, pushing the food into his cheek as he speaks though still not looking up. “I’ll just kick your ass like I always do.”
“Cool. I’ll keep that in mind. Thanks, see you out there.” Alex says, pausing for a second in expectation of a reply. Realising one isn’t coming he walks away out of shot the way he entered.
Looking down at the Red Bull his partner brought him BoolZ calls out to Alex, "Alex!" Kiseragi doesn't or chooses not to hear BoolZ. BoolZ rips a can from the cardboard caddy, pops open a Red Bull, and takes the first drink. "Tell your father I'm sorry for what I said."
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We return to the back with a shot from over Alex Kiseragi’s right shoulder. Instantly we can see that he is outside the dressing room of the Unified Global Heavyweight Champion, Travis Roberts.
“Wait here.” he says, looking to the left out of shot. Turning back to the door he knocks twice. There’s no reply. With a shrug Alex tries the handle, discovering the door is unlocked he slowly pushes it open and steps inside. As the camera follows we see the Headliner through a thin veil of smoke at the far end of the room as he sits on the couch, his feet up on a small table.
“Did the Blessed One give you permission to enter his kingdom?” he asks, clearly annoyed but not raising his voice as he spots Alex making his way over to him.
“Hey, sorry champ. Had to make sure you were ok, wow you look a mess.”
“The Blessed One looks exactly as the Blessed One chooses to look. Clearly the Headliner is fine, now be gone.” he says with a dismissive wave before taking another deep drag from his, well we’re not exactly sure without being able to smell.
“Well now I’m here, I have a quick question. I’ve got the next title shot right. So it’s going to be you and me after you take out Boolz at Infinity. I was just wondering when you wanted to have our match.”
Travis exhales a long plume of smoke in the Dragon’s direction though it far from reaches him. “The Blessed One will fight you at any time in any place. He would even fight you on the Moon if he thought you could be trusted not to take your helmet off and attempt to spread it’s surface on a cracker.”
“Good one.” Alex says through a forced, but convincing laugh. “Ok, well I’ll look forward to it. See you out there.” he says, not expecting a response this time he simply turns away and heads back out of the door, closing it behind him.
“You get all that?” he asks to the left out of shot again.
The camera pans across to where he’s looking to reveal Glenn Burke. “Got it.” he says with a slow nod of affirmation.
“Great. I’ve got to go get ready. Thanks for the help.” Alex says, patting the senior referee on the shoulder as he walks past him and out of shot. The scene fades out.
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The camera reveals Chinatsu Chen, looking somberly ahead, walking with purpose...she is walking past the vending machines before she hears the sounds of a heavy, 7 foot man charging heavily. She turns, wide-eyed, just to receive a brutal lariat, smashing her into the ground and causing her to roll on her feet, although clearly knocked out...Dredd reaches out, before she falls, and though she is trying to fight back, semi-conscious she is throwing punches and elbows and kicks, but Dredd has the advantage.
Dredd: Peek-a-boo, BITCH!
Then, with all his body weight, he throws her HARD into the soda vending machine, smashing it up, and leaving her dazed and knocked out, as he spits on the ground, again, walking off.
The GIW logo flashes on the screen as the pyro lights off around the famed GIW Arena. The camera pans the crowd most holding signs supporting favorites like Brandon Brown, Alex Kiseragi, Chinatsu Chen, and BoolZ. Seemingly the rest wave signs demeaning The Monster Dredd, Raenius, Travis Roberts, and BoolZ.
The camera settles on Nicholas Vinegar and Daniel Hanson as the intro music stops. The crowd cannot be contained however.
Vinegar: Folks we have one hell of a card for you tonight!
Hanson: Screw the card. We’re finally going to get a title match on Sentinel, my hero and yours Travis Roberts is finally going to get his hands on that filthy little disease FoolZ, and I know it, I just know it, finally my sweet innocent angel Gabrielle will accept my apology.
Vinegar: Good like on that. Folks a huge… Hold on. Folks we’re going to the back.
The camera shows Travis Roberts throwing what looks like a splintered Cricket bat to the floor. The view pans down to see ‘The Blessed One’ standing over a man on his stomach holding the back of his head. The man is dressed in a vintage leather jacket, faded blue jeans, and sporting long straight black hair.
Travis rolls the man over and we see a pair of aviator sun glasses and a drawn in pencil thin handlebar mustache. Roberts simply shakes his head, slaps away the glasses, and pulls off the wig to reveal BoolZ.
Roberts: Well congratulations Randy. It would appear you’ve finally topped all the poor choices you’ve ever made. You wanted to raise the ire of ‘The TWiSTeD Guerilla’, and now you have.
Roberts lets go of the barely conscious Red Bull Icon’s head letting it bounce off the concrete floor while stepping over the prone body.
Roberts: Never looked better, kid.
Travis walks away as several behind the scenes staff members rush to the fallen RBI. The camera now cuts back to Nick and Dan at ringside.
Hanson: Damn right, bitches! TRobbyRobb handlin’ his bidness!
Vinegar: Folks here’s Mitchell Dennis. Beeb the Great versus the Phantom is next!
Hanson: is it a recap...I want it to be a recap...
Vinegar: It looks like it is...
[The match starts with the pair exchanging blows with Beeb gaining the upper hand. He whips Phantom and hit’s a sidewalk slam on the rebound. He follows up with some stomps then locks in a crossface on the mat. Phantom manages to drag them to the ropes and breaks the hold. Beeb drags him into the corner and unloads a barrage of chops. He whips him across the ring and runs in put Phantom puts a boot into his face before charging out with a swinging neck breaker.
Phantom takes control laying in some mounted punches before Owen Peterson drags him off. Phantom goes back with the stomps and Beeb tries to retreat to the corner. Phantom lets him go then hit’s a snap low dropkick on him. He pulls him out of the corner and hit’s a Russian legsweep for a 2 count. As Phantom picks Beeb back up, Beeb attempts a clothesline which Phantom dodges and counters with an enziguri. He heads for the top rope and goes for the Final Note but Beeb rolls away.
Beeb drops the elbow on Phantom then picks him up to hit a vertical suplex. He tries to roll through into another crossface but Phantom fights him off and gets to his feet. Beeb is on top of him though and drops him with a gut wrench suplex. He then takes him over to the corner and hit’s the Beeb-D-T. As he does, JK runs down to ringside. Beeb sets Phantom up for the Tiger Bomb and JK jumps up on the apron. Beeb lets go of Phantom and knocks JK off the apron with a forearm shot. Before he can turn back Phantom rolls him up with a school boy pin and gets the three count for the win.]
Dennis: Here is Your Winner...via interference....THE PHAAAAAAANTOOOOOOOM!!!
Vinegar: That kind of showcase of new young talent can only be seen here in the GIW. Tremendous showing by two men sure to be forces here in the very near future.
Hanson: Exactly! The future, the near future, lets hurry to it ‘cause Gabrielle is next!
The camera cuts to the back, and immediately it’s clear we’re in the examination room of Doctor Professor. The good doctor is nowhere to be seen probably having been run off by Travis Roberts as he attempts to choke the life out of BoolZ with a stethoscope on the table.
Roberts: Perhaps you should have followed your own advice or listened to your own cryptic warning to ‘The Blessed One’. Do what you will, but always watch your back. It takes more than memorizing the TWiSTeD Proverbs, before you can actually understand them.
Roberts lets the pressure go, as BoolZ gasps for air, and unloads a massively huge boot to the side of BoolZ’s temple. BoolZ rolls off the table crashing on the floor as Travis picks up the coffee pot from beside the small plate of butter.
Roberts: You seem sluggish. Not enough Red Bull? Here, try some coffee. It’s not Red Bull, but like ‘The Headliner’ has had to learn sometimes you just need to make do.
Travis Roberts casually pours the scolding liquid on RBI, and as the door erupts open with a flood of security, Professor Bling, and Boss P, smashes the tempered glass over BoolZ’s head before the security pulls him away.
Boss P: MOTHAFUCKIN’ TEMPERTANTRUM T’ROWNIN’ CHILD’ASS MOTHAFUCKAS!!! BLING, TAKE THAT HIPPYNIGGA TA MA OFFICE! DOCTOR YO BEST BE GETTIN’ YA ASS BACK IN HUR, AND FIX UP THE JUNKYNIGGA! NOW WHERE DA FUCK DAT EX-HIPPY-HO NIGGETTE RUN OFF TA?!!!
Hanson: HA HA, best Sentinel ever!
Vinegar: Well it does indeed seem BoolZ might have bet off more than he can chew.
The scene fades in to Randy Boolzian sat at a table in the GIW arena’s canteen, heralding cheers from the gathered fans within’ the building. Conni is on the seat next to him, front legs up on the table eating from a plastic bowl. Soon after Alex Kiseragi appears at the scene from the right side of the screen. Spotting his long time rival BoolZ puts down his food and slowly stands silencing the crowd before he quickly turns around.
“Whoa, steady champ.” Alex says holding up a hand in front of him in an attempt to appease the Red Bull Icon. “I’m not here to fight. That wouldn’t be good for either of us right now would it?”
BoolZ raises an eyebrow with a humorous chuckle, "See I should have known. You came at me head on this time."
BoolZ picks his food back up, sitting himself back down at the table but fixing him with a cold stare. “You mind if I…?” Alex asks, gesturing to pull out the chair opposite. Boolz still doesn’t reply and continues to fix Alex with a stare. “I’ll stand.” Alex continues, withdrawing his hand.”
“What do you want?” BoolZ asks, almost interrupting him.
“Ok, I know we’re not friends. But tonight I just wanted to be sure we were on the same page. So I got you these…” Alex takes his arm from behind his back and places a four pack of Red Bull’s on the table. “I know it’s not very imaginative but there’s only two things I know you like and the other would have been pretty expensive and kinda awkward so there you go.”
BoolZ reaches over the table and almost reluctantly draws the cans towards him.
“We cool then? Just for tonight? We can just go out there, beat the hell out of Travis Roberts and no-one has to worry about getting turned on.”
“Sure, tonight.” BoolZ replies, turning back to his plate of Obese Tony’s Special Surprise. A few second pass before he realises Alex is still stood by his table. “What’re you waiting for, a hug?”
Alex laughs slightly, awkwardly, “No, no, I just had one more thing to ask you. I’ve got the next Global title shot right. So it’s gonna be you and me next after you beat Travis at Infinity. I was just wondering when you wanted to do it.”
BoolZ goes back to his food, shovelling a fork full of, something into his mouth. “Does it matter? Anytime, anywhere.” he says, pushing the food into his cheek as he speaks though still not looking up. “I’ll just kick your ass like I always do.”
“Cool. I’ll keep that in mind. Thanks, see you out there.” Alex says, pausing for a second in expectation of a reply. Realising one isn’t coming he walks away out of shot the way he entered.
Looking down at the Red Bull his partner brought him BoolZ calls out to Alex, "Alex!" Kiseragi doesn't or chooses not to hear BoolZ. BoolZ rips a can from the cardboard caddy, pops open a Red Bull, and takes the first drink. "Tell your father I'm sorry for what I said."
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We return to the back with a shot from over Alex Kiseragi’s right shoulder. Instantly we can see that he is outside the dressing room of the Unified Global Heavyweight Champion, Travis Roberts.
“Wait here.” he says, looking to the left out of shot. Turning back to the door he knocks twice. There’s no reply. With a shrug Alex tries the handle, discovering the door is unlocked he slowly pushes it open and steps inside. As the camera follows we see the Headliner through a thin veil of smoke at the far end of the room as he sits on the couch, his feet up on a small table.
“Did the Blessed One give you permission to enter his kingdom?” he asks, clearly annoyed but not raising his voice as he spots Alex making his way over to him.
“Hey, sorry champ. Had to make sure you were ok, wow you look a mess.”
“The Blessed One looks exactly as the Blessed One chooses to look. Clearly the Headliner is fine, now be gone.” he says with a dismissive wave before taking another deep drag from his, well we’re not exactly sure without being able to smell.
“Well now I’m here, I have a quick question. I’ve got the next title shot right. So it’s going to be you and me after you take out Boolz at Infinity. I was just wondering when you wanted to have our match.”
Travis exhales a long plume of smoke in the Dragon’s direction though it far from reaches him. “The Blessed One will fight you at any time in any place. He would even fight you on the Moon if he thought you could be trusted not to take your helmet off and attempt to spread it’s surface on a cracker.”
“Good one.” Alex says through a forced, but convincing laugh. “Ok, well I’ll look forward to it. See you out there.” he says, not expecting a response this time he simply turns away and heads back out of the door, closing it behind him.
“You get all that?” he asks to the left out of shot again.
The camera pans across to where he’s looking to reveal Glenn Burke. “Got it.” he says with a slow nod of affirmation.
“Great. I’ve got to go get ready. Thanks for the help.” Alex says, patting the senior referee on the shoulder as he walks past him and out of shot. The scene fades out.
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The camera reveals Chinatsu Chen, looking somberly ahead, walking with purpose...she is walking past the vending machines before she hears the sounds of a heavy, 7 foot man charging heavily. She turns, wide-eyed, just to receive a brutal lariat, smashing her into the ground and causing her to roll on her feet, although clearly knocked out...Dredd reaches out, before she falls, and though she is trying to fight back, semi-conscious she is throwing punches and elbows and kicks, but Dredd has the advantage.
Dredd: Peek-a-boo, BITCH!
Then, with all his body weight, he throws her HARD into the soda vending machine, smashing it up, and leaving her dazed and knocked out, as he spits on the ground, again, walking off.
The GIW logo flashes on the screen as the pyro lights off around the famed GIW Arena. The camera pans the crowd most holding signs supporting favorites like Brandon Brown, Alex Kiseragi, Chinatsu Chen, and BoolZ. Seemingly the rest wave signs demeaning The Monster Dredd, Raenius, Travis Roberts, and BoolZ.
The camera settles on Nicholas Vinegar and Daniel Hanson as the intro music stops. The crowd cannot be contained however.
Vinegar: Folks we have one hell of a card for you tonight!
Hanson: Screw the card. We’re finally going to get a title match on Sentinel, my hero and yours Travis Roberts is finally going to get his hands on that filthy little disease FoolZ, and I know it, I just know it, finally my sweet innocent angel Gabrielle will accept my apology.
Vinegar: Good like on that. Folks a huge… Hold on. Folks we’re going to the back.
The camera shows Travis Roberts throwing what looks like a splintered Cricket bat to the floor. The view pans down to see ‘The Blessed One’ standing over a man on his stomach holding the back of his head. The man is dressed in a vintage leather jacket, faded blue jeans, and sporting long straight black hair.
Travis rolls the man over and we see a pair of aviator sun glasses and a drawn in pencil thin handlebar mustache. Roberts simply shakes his head, slaps away the glasses, and pulls off the wig to reveal BoolZ.
Roberts: Well congratulations Randy. It would appear you’ve finally topped all the poor choices you’ve ever made. You wanted to raise the ire of ‘The TWiSTeD Guerilla’, and now you have.
Roberts lets go of the barely conscious Red Bull Icon’s head letting it bounce off the concrete floor while stepping over the prone body.
Roberts: Never looked better, kid.
Travis walks away as several behind the scenes staff members rush to the fallen RBI. The camera now cuts back to Nick and Dan at ringside.
Hanson: Damn right, bitches! TRobbyRobb handlin’ his bidness!
Vinegar: Folks here’s Mitchell Dennis. Beeb the Great versus the Phantom is next!
Hanson: is it a recap...I want it to be a recap...
Vinegar: It looks like it is...
[The match starts with the pair exchanging blows with Beeb gaining the upper hand. He whips Phantom and hit’s a sidewalk slam on the rebound. He follows up with some stomps then locks in a crossface on the mat. Phantom manages to drag them to the ropes and breaks the hold. Beeb drags him into the corner and unloads a barrage of chops. He whips him across the ring and runs in put Phantom puts a boot into his face before charging out with a swinging neck breaker.
Phantom takes control laying in some mounted punches before Owen Peterson drags him off. Phantom goes back with the stomps and Beeb tries to retreat to the corner. Phantom lets him go then hit’s a snap low dropkick on him. He pulls him out of the corner and hit’s a Russian legsweep for a 2 count. As Phantom picks Beeb back up, Beeb attempts a clothesline which Phantom dodges and counters with an enziguri. He heads for the top rope and goes for the Final Note but Beeb rolls away.
Beeb drops the elbow on Phantom then picks him up to hit a vertical suplex. He tries to roll through into another crossface but Phantom fights him off and gets to his feet. Beeb is on top of him though and drops him with a gut wrench suplex. He then takes him over to the corner and hit’s the Beeb-D-T. As he does, JK runs down to ringside. Beeb sets Phantom up for the Tiger Bomb and JK jumps up on the apron. Beeb lets go of Phantom and knocks JK off the apron with a forearm shot. Before he can turn back Phantom rolls him up with a school boy pin and gets the three count for the win.]
Dennis: Here is Your Winner...via interference....THE PHAAAAAAANTOOOOOOOM!!!
Vinegar: That kind of showcase of new young talent can only be seen here in the GIW. Tremendous showing by two men sure to be forces here in the very near future.
Hanson: Exactly! The future, the near future, lets hurry to it ‘cause Gabrielle is next!
The camera cuts to the back, and immediately it’s clear we’re in the examination room of Doctor Professor. The good doctor is nowhere to be seen probably having been run off by Travis Roberts as he attempts to choke the life out of BoolZ with a stethoscope on the table.
Roberts: Perhaps you should have followed your own advice or listened to your own cryptic warning to ‘The Blessed One’. Do what you will, but always watch your back. It takes more than memorizing the TWiSTeD Proverbs, before you can actually understand them.
Roberts lets the pressure go, as BoolZ gasps for air, and unloads a massively huge boot to the side of BoolZ’s temple. BoolZ rolls off the table crashing on the floor as Travis picks up the coffee pot from beside the small plate of butter.
Roberts: You seem sluggish. Not enough Red Bull? Here, try some coffee. It’s not Red Bull, but like ‘The Headliner’ has had to learn sometimes you just need to make do.
Travis Roberts casually pours the scolding liquid on RBI, and as the door erupts open with a flood of security, Professor Bling, and Boss P, smashes the tempered glass over BoolZ’s head before the security pulls him away.
Boss P: MOTHAFUCKIN’ TEMPERTANTRUM T’ROWNIN’ CHILD’ASS MOTHAFUCKAS!!! BLING, TAKE THAT HIPPYNIGGA TA MA OFFICE! DOCTOR YO BEST BE GETTIN’ YA ASS BACK IN HUR, AND FIX UP THE JUNKYNIGGA! NOW WHERE DA FUCK DAT EX-HIPPY-HO NIGGETTE RUN OFF TA?!!!
Hanson: HA HA, best Sentinel ever!
Vinegar: Well it does indeed seem BoolZ might have bet off more than he can chew.
