Post by T-Robosaurus Rex on Jul 22, 2009 15:41:06 GMT -5
[The scene opens and we are greeted by the sight of Declan Prescott pacing backwards and forwards inside a locker room. He has a phone strapped to his right hand ear and is looking bored whilst carrying out his current conversation. The locker room has two luxurious leather chairs, a 42” Widescreen TV, a mini fridge stocked with various beverages and on the far wall a hat rack, covered with many different Luchadore Masks, sitting just to the right of a fireplace. Declan ambles over to the rack and starts to idly pick up the masks whilst continuing his conversation, examining them, stretching them, placing them in front of his face and making sarcastic faces of fear, before tossing each one of them onto the floor.
As he runs out of masks to fiddle with, he looks at his watch, obviously irritated at how long this call is taking. As if the gods themselves felt The Significant Players growing tedium, the door to the locker room swings open, and in walks ‘The Blessed One’ Travis Roberts, large as life. He stands for a moment, arms spread out as if to emphasize his arrival, and then turns to the sign on the door, stokes his chin, looks over at Declan and speaks…]
Travis – “You don’t look like The Crimson Ghost…or Chinatsu Chen…”
[Travis raises his eyebrows, and Declan stifles a laugh, moving the phone away from his face, and motioning for Travis to shut up…]
Travis – “Hang on a minute…they share the same dressing room? ‘The Headliner’ suspected the Ghost was freaky…but thought he was more professional than banging his student...then again if ya have to hide ya features away from the public under a mask, the best way to get chicks is to make them think you’re some kind of god…Travis Roberts wonders if he takes his mask of when he’s doing the deed?”
[At this point Declan has to clasp his hand over his mouth to restrain himself from laughing, he quickly composes himself, interrupts the person on the phone, and quickly attempts to end the call]
Declan – “I’m sorry we’ll have to finish this off later Senator…yes I will bear everything you have said in mind….yes…now I really must go the Governor of California is on the other line…”
[Declan hangs up the phone, lets out a huge sigh of relief, and then he and Travis clasp hands in greeting, and both fall back into a leather sofa each.
Travis – “Dude…The Crimson Ghosts locker room….classic…”
Declan – “I figured if that crazy luchadore is gonna trash my office, I’ll chill out here until the work finishes on repairs next Wednesday…”
Travis – “’The Blessed One’ never expected him to have much taste…good TV, well stocked mini bar…comfy seating…”
Declan – “Dude, he has no taste! I had to purchase everything you see to make this place semi-inhabitable…the fridge was filled with leftover crap, I had to have it sanitised before I put anything in there…”
Travis – “What about the fireplace? You get that put in too? Cause that’s gotta have cost a small fortune…”
Declan – “No, the window licker did that himself. Who the fuck gets cold before or after a match…in LA? It did come in handy though, he had a load of retarded posters spread across the wall, I felt like I was in some spotty, adolescent’s pit. Just walking in I had a sudden urge to find some razor blades, self harm myself and then ring you up threatening to take my own life…”
Travis – “So how much did this little bit of redecoration set ya back?”
Declan – “Didn’t cost me a dime dude. This is all coming out of Crimson’s paycheque, this and the complete redesign of my office…but there was one other thing I found…you might be interested in…”
[Declan reaches down the side of his sofa, and pulls out a large zip lock bag full of what looks like green herbs all in tight clusters. Travis’ eyes light up as Declan passes ‘The Headliner’ the bag, he slowly opens it, places his nose inside, inhales, and then exhales, slumping back onto the sofa with a satisfied look on his face]
Travis – “Travis Roberts never expected The Crimson Ghost to be so damn handy. ‘The Blessed One’ has his entertainment for the next couple of day, somewhere to kick back and not worry about clearing up, and he seems to have chased eD away…the little fella was starting to drive ‘The Headliner’ insane with all his mad ramblings…”
Declan – “That indeed is a good thing, the last thing we need is you going crazy, you know the companies healthcare premiums have gone up over the last month…they say we have too many potential risks in the company…”
Travis – “Well it does seem that everybody and their dog have a few mental issues at the moment. No sooner does Andy Savana unburden himself from the GIW Healthcare plan, than the rest of the roster all decide to magically have breakdowns…”
Declan – “It’s depressing really…”
Travis – “Apparently ‘Psycho’ is the new black, everyone’s wearing it these days. It’s probably just a fad, and they’ll all move onto something next month…how do you feel about a company full of Masked Superhero’s?”
Declan – “One is enough…I don’t think I could take Chris Austin, Brandon Brown, Garth Gaffney, Dylan James and Lord, Deathman running around with their underpants on the outside. Even if it did hide their faces….I have serious concerns about their laundry habits…”
Travis – “Speaking of the Big Red Retard, has he contacted you regarding his no-show last week?”
Declan – “NIGGA SAY WHAT?”
[Both men double up with laughter, compose themselves, but when one of them ctahces the otheres eye burst into another fit of giggles before finally composing themselves and continuing the conversation]
Travis – “Thought not. Once again it just goes to prove that ‘The Revolution’ are in a league of their own. ‘The TWiSTeD High Commander’ remembers Deathman rambling on about the result of the match at EI8HT not mattering, that he was somehow greater than ‘The Blessed One’, and that in ‘The Headliners’ twilight years Travis Roberts would realise that Lord Deathman was superior all along…”
Declan – “Did he say that? I never paid attention to the lumbering fool…”
Travis – “Then you missed some comedy gold. He went to great pains to remind us all of how he managed to walk away after being nailed to a stretcher…yet all it took was one simple White Out…and he’s disappeared into the ether, gone into hiding like a humiliated rabbit. What do you think he’s doing now?”
Declan – “Kids Birthday Parties…”
Travis – “If you had kids, would you let General D-Mike anywhere near them?”
Declan – “Of course not! That’d be a retarded thing to do…but a lot of people are really that mentally deficient...how else do you explain the continued sale of Dylan James merchandise…”
Travis – “You make a good point…”
Declan – “You’d think though, that Deathmans complete and utter humiliation at EI8HT would have served as a warning to some…especially Komosube. How does Komosubes plan of attack differ to that of Deathmans? Just like The General of Confusion, he is playing the ignorance card, he is continually trying to convince himself that he is worthy of the Global Heavyweight Championship, and that he’s better than you! He seems to think pure ignorance alone will defeat ‘The Revolution’ but we have proved time, and time again that we are virtual demi-gods in comparison to the rest of the pond life that inhabits GIW…”
Travis – “In fairness BoolZ’s dog looks like a demi-god in comparison to the majority of the roster, but ‘The Headliner’ appreciates your meaning. As far as Komosube is concerned, ‘The Blessed One’ has tried to enlighten him to the error of his ways, many, many times, but he will not listen. Travis Roberts suspects the ignorance is just an act, and Komosube actually wants to surrender the Global Heavyweight Championship to ‘The TWiSTeD Guerrilla’. He’s well aware of the shame and disgrace he is bringing on that belt and himself. With every day that he holds it, it means just a little less…and that is where his current anger builds from…he won’t truly be happy until someone truly worthy of the position of Global Heavyweight Champion is in possession of that belt, Travis Roberts thinks Komosube is counting the days to Battleground when there will finally be a worthy holder for that title once more…”
Declan – “it’s been too long, there hasn’t been anyone worthy of leading this company since I held the belt. What these guys don’t realise, is as Global Heavyweight Champion…you are the face of the Company! You are meant to be the top draw…and Brown, Deathman and Komosube cannot claim that…not one of them attempted to represent the company, merely themselves…you on the other hand, you will be a glorious Champion…”
Travis – “It’s all falling into place….just as ‘the Revolution’ knew it would. The fans genuinely see Komosube as a champion, they genuinely believe he is some kind of monster….just as they did Deathman….and when ‘The Headliner’ disposes of Komosube, effortlessly, after we have built him up over the past couple of months, they will look on in awe, at the man to take GIW into a glowing new ErA!”
Declan – “You’d have thought they’d have had an inkling of how easy it will be for you, when you were able to injure him last week. It was just yet another example of just how much further advanced you are than these guys…”
Travis – “And the best thing about it is Travis Roberts gets to slap his buddy around the arena this Saturday. They probably thought ‘The Blessed One’ would baulk at the idea of facing Komo’s ally in a No-DQ match. They seem to have the misconception that Travis Roberts couldn’t handle a hardcore environment? Isn’t the basic premise behind a no DQ match that there are no rules?”
Declan – “Sure is”
Travis – “See, this puzzles ‘The Headliner’, since when did Travis Roberts care for anyone else’s rules anyway? And moreover, ‘The Blessed One’ is an original ‘TWiSTeD Guardian’, one of the founders of TWiSTeD? What the hell do these guys think TWiSTeD was? Campfires, marshmallows, guitars and kum by ya? It was taking things to the edge of reasoning, two guys going at it with barbed wire baseball bats was like a pillow fight in comparison. But yet, ‘The Blessed One’ is still just so damn pretty! No scars on his face, no teeth missing, they see this perfect specimen of a man and conclude that there is no way he has hardcore experience. Thing is, their feeble minds obviously can’t think logically, ‘The Blessed One’ has no scarring, no deformities…because Travis Roberts….really is…that good.”
Declan – “You won’t be needing my help then…”
Travis – “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves…planning has always been a part of ‘The Blessed Ones’ advantage…it’d be criminal not to use this mind in conjunction with yours…”
Declan – “Too true…”
Travis – “After all, why break sweat, when you can let your opponents defeat themselves…”
[With this the scene ends]
As he runs out of masks to fiddle with, he looks at his watch, obviously irritated at how long this call is taking. As if the gods themselves felt The Significant Players growing tedium, the door to the locker room swings open, and in walks ‘The Blessed One’ Travis Roberts, large as life. He stands for a moment, arms spread out as if to emphasize his arrival, and then turns to the sign on the door, stokes his chin, looks over at Declan and speaks…]
Travis – “You don’t look like The Crimson Ghost…or Chinatsu Chen…”
[Travis raises his eyebrows, and Declan stifles a laugh, moving the phone away from his face, and motioning for Travis to shut up…]
Travis – “Hang on a minute…they share the same dressing room? ‘The Headliner’ suspected the Ghost was freaky…but thought he was more professional than banging his student...then again if ya have to hide ya features away from the public under a mask, the best way to get chicks is to make them think you’re some kind of god…Travis Roberts wonders if he takes his mask of when he’s doing the deed?”
[At this point Declan has to clasp his hand over his mouth to restrain himself from laughing, he quickly composes himself, interrupts the person on the phone, and quickly attempts to end the call]
Declan – “I’m sorry we’ll have to finish this off later Senator…yes I will bear everything you have said in mind….yes…now I really must go the Governor of California is on the other line…”
[Declan hangs up the phone, lets out a huge sigh of relief, and then he and Travis clasp hands in greeting, and both fall back into a leather sofa each.
Travis – “Dude…The Crimson Ghosts locker room….classic…”
Declan – “I figured if that crazy luchadore is gonna trash my office, I’ll chill out here until the work finishes on repairs next Wednesday…”
Travis – “’The Blessed One’ never expected him to have much taste…good TV, well stocked mini bar…comfy seating…”
Declan – “Dude, he has no taste! I had to purchase everything you see to make this place semi-inhabitable…the fridge was filled with leftover crap, I had to have it sanitised before I put anything in there…”
Travis – “What about the fireplace? You get that put in too? Cause that’s gotta have cost a small fortune…”
Declan – “No, the window licker did that himself. Who the fuck gets cold before or after a match…in LA? It did come in handy though, he had a load of retarded posters spread across the wall, I felt like I was in some spotty, adolescent’s pit. Just walking in I had a sudden urge to find some razor blades, self harm myself and then ring you up threatening to take my own life…”
Travis – “So how much did this little bit of redecoration set ya back?”
Declan – “Didn’t cost me a dime dude. This is all coming out of Crimson’s paycheque, this and the complete redesign of my office…but there was one other thing I found…you might be interested in…”
[Declan reaches down the side of his sofa, and pulls out a large zip lock bag full of what looks like green herbs all in tight clusters. Travis’ eyes light up as Declan passes ‘The Headliner’ the bag, he slowly opens it, places his nose inside, inhales, and then exhales, slumping back onto the sofa with a satisfied look on his face]
Travis – “Travis Roberts never expected The Crimson Ghost to be so damn handy. ‘The Blessed One’ has his entertainment for the next couple of day, somewhere to kick back and not worry about clearing up, and he seems to have chased eD away…the little fella was starting to drive ‘The Headliner’ insane with all his mad ramblings…”
Declan – “That indeed is a good thing, the last thing we need is you going crazy, you know the companies healthcare premiums have gone up over the last month…they say we have too many potential risks in the company…”
Travis – “Well it does seem that everybody and their dog have a few mental issues at the moment. No sooner does Andy Savana unburden himself from the GIW Healthcare plan, than the rest of the roster all decide to magically have breakdowns…”
Declan – “It’s depressing really…”
Travis – “Apparently ‘Psycho’ is the new black, everyone’s wearing it these days. It’s probably just a fad, and they’ll all move onto something next month…how do you feel about a company full of Masked Superhero’s?”
Declan – “One is enough…I don’t think I could take Chris Austin, Brandon Brown, Garth Gaffney, Dylan James and Lord, Deathman running around with their underpants on the outside. Even if it did hide their faces….I have serious concerns about their laundry habits…”
Travis – “Speaking of the Big Red Retard, has he contacted you regarding his no-show last week?”
Declan – “NIGGA SAY WHAT?”
[Both men double up with laughter, compose themselves, but when one of them ctahces the otheres eye burst into another fit of giggles before finally composing themselves and continuing the conversation]
Travis – “Thought not. Once again it just goes to prove that ‘The Revolution’ are in a league of their own. ‘The TWiSTeD High Commander’ remembers Deathman rambling on about the result of the match at EI8HT not mattering, that he was somehow greater than ‘The Blessed One’, and that in ‘The Headliners’ twilight years Travis Roberts would realise that Lord Deathman was superior all along…”
Declan – “Did he say that? I never paid attention to the lumbering fool…”
Travis – “Then you missed some comedy gold. He went to great pains to remind us all of how he managed to walk away after being nailed to a stretcher…yet all it took was one simple White Out…and he’s disappeared into the ether, gone into hiding like a humiliated rabbit. What do you think he’s doing now?”
Declan – “Kids Birthday Parties…”
Travis – “If you had kids, would you let General D-Mike anywhere near them?”
Declan – “Of course not! That’d be a retarded thing to do…but a lot of people are really that mentally deficient...how else do you explain the continued sale of Dylan James merchandise…”
Travis – “You make a good point…”
Declan – “You’d think though, that Deathmans complete and utter humiliation at EI8HT would have served as a warning to some…especially Komosube. How does Komosubes plan of attack differ to that of Deathmans? Just like The General of Confusion, he is playing the ignorance card, he is continually trying to convince himself that he is worthy of the Global Heavyweight Championship, and that he’s better than you! He seems to think pure ignorance alone will defeat ‘The Revolution’ but we have proved time, and time again that we are virtual demi-gods in comparison to the rest of the pond life that inhabits GIW…”
Travis – “In fairness BoolZ’s dog looks like a demi-god in comparison to the majority of the roster, but ‘The Headliner’ appreciates your meaning. As far as Komosube is concerned, ‘The Blessed One’ has tried to enlighten him to the error of his ways, many, many times, but he will not listen. Travis Roberts suspects the ignorance is just an act, and Komosube actually wants to surrender the Global Heavyweight Championship to ‘The TWiSTeD Guerrilla’. He’s well aware of the shame and disgrace he is bringing on that belt and himself. With every day that he holds it, it means just a little less…and that is where his current anger builds from…he won’t truly be happy until someone truly worthy of the position of Global Heavyweight Champion is in possession of that belt, Travis Roberts thinks Komosube is counting the days to Battleground when there will finally be a worthy holder for that title once more…”
Declan – “it’s been too long, there hasn’t been anyone worthy of leading this company since I held the belt. What these guys don’t realise, is as Global Heavyweight Champion…you are the face of the Company! You are meant to be the top draw…and Brown, Deathman and Komosube cannot claim that…not one of them attempted to represent the company, merely themselves…you on the other hand, you will be a glorious Champion…”
Travis – “It’s all falling into place….just as ‘the Revolution’ knew it would. The fans genuinely see Komosube as a champion, they genuinely believe he is some kind of monster….just as they did Deathman….and when ‘The Headliner’ disposes of Komosube, effortlessly, after we have built him up over the past couple of months, they will look on in awe, at the man to take GIW into a glowing new ErA!”
Declan – “You’d have thought they’d have had an inkling of how easy it will be for you, when you were able to injure him last week. It was just yet another example of just how much further advanced you are than these guys…”
Travis – “And the best thing about it is Travis Roberts gets to slap his buddy around the arena this Saturday. They probably thought ‘The Blessed One’ would baulk at the idea of facing Komo’s ally in a No-DQ match. They seem to have the misconception that Travis Roberts couldn’t handle a hardcore environment? Isn’t the basic premise behind a no DQ match that there are no rules?”
Declan – “Sure is”
Travis – “See, this puzzles ‘The Headliner’, since when did Travis Roberts care for anyone else’s rules anyway? And moreover, ‘The Blessed One’ is an original ‘TWiSTeD Guardian’, one of the founders of TWiSTeD? What the hell do these guys think TWiSTeD was? Campfires, marshmallows, guitars and kum by ya? It was taking things to the edge of reasoning, two guys going at it with barbed wire baseball bats was like a pillow fight in comparison. But yet, ‘The Blessed One’ is still just so damn pretty! No scars on his face, no teeth missing, they see this perfect specimen of a man and conclude that there is no way he has hardcore experience. Thing is, their feeble minds obviously can’t think logically, ‘The Blessed One’ has no scarring, no deformities…because Travis Roberts….really is…that good.”
Declan – “You won’t be needing my help then…”
Travis – “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves…planning has always been a part of ‘The Blessed Ones’ advantage…it’d be criminal not to use this mind in conjunction with yours…”
Declan – “Too true…”
Travis – “After all, why break sweat, when you can let your opponents defeat themselves…”
[With this the scene ends]
