Post by 'The Cyclone' JK on Jul 10, 2010 9:02:12 GMT -5
*The promo starts on a black screen, where writing in a white font rises up before focusing itself in the direct centre of the screen*
*The writing fades away*
Voice: Urgh.....what the fuck just happened?
Second voice: I have no idea man, but I think they got us...
*The black fades up to reveal JK and Enigma tied up on wooden chairs in what appears to be the old dungeon that Phantom shot his first promo in....or just some other 16th century dungeon. JK looks as if he has just come out of a blackout, his eyes squinting in the dim light, Enigma seems to be studying their surrounds, trying to find something to cut the ropes binding the duo to the chairs*
Enigma: There has to be some way to get out of here...what if...JK, you reckon you could try and knock that torch on the wall down?
*JK gives an angry look to Enigma*
JK: Oh yeah mate sure, just pass me a piece of wood or something so I can throw it at the torch, Oh wait my arms are tied!
Enigma: Dude no need to get so fucking agro at me; at least I’m trying to get us out of here!
*A small banjo riff is heard with the faint clip clopping noise of Hooves hitting the cobblestone floor*
JK: Did you hear that?
Enigma: Hear what?
JK: I could have sworn I heard hooves and a Banjo...
*The clip clopping and the Banjo riff get louder*
Enigma: Oh yeah...I hear it too...
*Pretty soon, Crimson Ghost bursts through the dungeon door, playing a banjo and riding on a Zebra. JK is laughing at the randomness of all this while Enigma just looks perplexed to the unlikely arrival*
Enigma: What the?
CG: Hyuk, Hyuk, I was going to ask you two to help me tune the banjo because it sounds a little weird, but I see your hands are tied.
JK: What the hell are you doing here ghost?
CG: Coco is typing up a new script, so I’m just having a wander until it’s done.
*Enigma turns his head towards JK*
Enigma: Coco?
JK: His trained monkey, types his promos, and writes for Wikipedia occasionally... CG, you reckon you could untie these ropes?
CG: Sure thing buddy!
*Crimson Ghost jumps down off of the Zebra, props his banjo against the wall and goes over to untie the duo, muttering to himself as he does so*
Enigma: He talks to himself?
CG: Oh, no, I’m talking to El Diablico.
Enigma: Annnnnnd he has multiple personality issues....Great.....
Diablico: Hey, at least I don’t need to colour my hair to look tough!
*Enigma glares down at Ghost as he unties JK*
Enigma: But you need to wear that stupid Kaiser Helmet?
Diablico: That was not my Idea!
CG: That’s my helmet man!
*Ghost finishes untying JK and inches half his body towards Enigma*
JK: What the...
CG: I don’t think that El Diablico wants to help this guy out.
Diablico: I want to, but I can’t be bothered
JK: You want me to give you a hand Ghost?
CG: No thanks, I can do it with one.
*The ropes fall loose, allowing Enigma to slip his hands out
JK: Thanks for helping us Ghost and Diablico, don’t know where we’d be without you guys.
Diablico: I know where you’d be, in those chairs!
CG: Hyuk, Hyuk.
JK: Right, well thanks for helping us guys.
CG: Any time JK, see you in the ring.
*JK Looks confused to this matter*
JK: what do you mean in the ring?
Diablico: You and Ghosty are fighting in Germany this week.
JK: Ok, well I’ll see the two of you then I guess...
CG: Ok, later JK.
*Crimson Ghost grabs his banjo and jumps back onto the Zebra*
Diablico: Hey Ghosty, you reckon you could play Yankee Doodle on that thing?
CG: Can I?!?
*The “Two” ride off on the Zebra while the Jaunty twanging of Ghost playing Yankee Doodle on his banjo fills the halls. Enigma just shakes his head in confusion*
Enigma: Christ, that guy makes Curryman look normal...
JK: He’s cool, and we’d be lying if we never said we weren’t even a little bit crazy. Now how are we going to get out of here?
*Enigma looks throughout their surrounds, trying to find a way out before pointing to an area where some light is emanating*
Enigma: There, the grate, looks like it can be pushed out of the way if the right amount of force is used.
JK: How are we going to climb all the way up there?
Enigma: These old European dungeons are made by cobblestone, this one must have not been a prison dungeon, because there are several stones jutting out and there is enough room to create a solid foothold.
*JK Laughs to himself at the simplicity of the plan. He looks around at all the huge stones coming out of the walls, and he realises that Enigmas plan actually makes perfect sense, the grate looks as if it is only loosely in place in the streets of Paris, and there are enough rocks jutting out in the right places to make a perfect escape*
JK: Dude, I do not know what you have done with the real headstrong Enigma, but I think I like smart Enigma better.
Enigma: Living in England can change you man, almost nothing to be headstrong about in Kent.
*The two begin their arduous 30 metre climb to the top of the dungeon where was their only chance of escape. Several rocks slip out of place underneath the foot of JK, Enigma accidentally pulling out one or two here and there, almost knocking JK off the wall as they fall*
JK: For fucks sake man, watch where you’re throwing those things!
Enigma: My bad dude...
*Eventually after about 10 minutes of climbing the two reach the top of the wall, Enigma able to just use his 5’11” frame, reaches over and with a hard push, lifts the grate out of the hole it was covering and pulls himself up into the streets of Paris, before grabbing JK’s arm and pulling him up*
JK: Shit, I thought we’d never escape...
Enigma: Mate, there is nowhere in the world that doesn’t have at least one escape flaw.
JK: True, but you would’ve thought that it would have been a helluva lot harder than that!
Enigma: Ha-ha guess you have a point man. Maybe they are just shit at keeping weirdo Ghosts and their El Diablicos’ out of the dungeons.
JK: Dude, CG may seem a little.......quirky, but he’s a top bloke, he and Chinatsu have been pretty good friends with me pretty much since the first day I walked in the GIW arena.
*Enigma laughs a little*
Enigma: Well it’s good to have an ally or two I guess...Hey you should probably let Jazz and Paul know that we are done.
JK: Yeah, but we only freed half the prisoners, I have a feeling that this is not over by a long shot.
*JK reaches into his Jeans pocket and pulls out his mobile*
JK: Good thing they didn’t take this.
*He punches in a number, the ringing can be heard several times before finally someone picks up*
JK: Jazz, it’s me.....yeah....for now at least.......we freed half of ‘em before they got us......yeah.......ah, a couple blocks down from the Arc Du Triumph I think.......yep.....uh huh.......Yeah Crimson Ghost told us before we broke out........No Clue he was just riding a Zebra through the halls while playing a Banjo. Where are you by the way?.......Ok........Nah that’s fine, you need a life outside of our Marriage as well......really? That many people? Wow........right well tell Hayleigh I said G’day, I’ll meet up with you and Paul in Germany......Kay.......later.
*JK Hangs up and places his mobile back into his pocket*
Enigma: Right dude, I best be off now, have to be back in London before 9 AM.
JK: CWA Related?
Enigma: Nah, they’ve disbanded remember? I have a new job in FAW.
JK: FAW?
Enigma: Fucking Awesome Wrestling.......they’re new.
JK: Ah right. Ok dude later.
*The scene quickly changes to JK and Paul hanging out near the Berlin wall, or at least what remained of it. Paul is laughing to himself, and JK is reading the “Freedom Graffiti” written all over one of the sides of the wall*
Paul: Hey JK, how tall was Hitler and where did he live?
JK: I think he was around 5’9” and lived in north-east Berlin
Paul: Nah man he was this tall and lived over there!
*Paul places one finger above his lip and raises his left hand straight up in the form of a Nazi salute, this draws some unwanted attention from the crowd, with people throwing insults in German, and one old lady throwing eggs, words and eggs all directed at Paul. JK says something in German back to the crowd, causing the insults and eggs to stop flying towards Paul*
Paul: What was that you said?
JK: You mean wenden sie sich bitte nicht schaden ihm, er hatte keine Ahnung, was er tat, als er ist etwas Autistische?
Paul: Um, English please?
JK: well simply put, I used that same Autistic excuse that I used in the Airport before NHB.
*Paul Cracks up at this remark*
Paul: Nice man nice. But how do you know how to speak German in the first place?
JK: Mate, I’m part German.
Paul: wow, guess it’s true what they say, you learn something new every day...
*JK looks down at his watch with an alarmed expression*
JK: Shit, I gotta go man, I’m meeting up with Jasmine and Hayleigh at some coffee joint in Berlin in ten...I’ll meet up with ya at the Porsche arena.
Paul: Kay bro, catch ya in Stuttgart.
*The scene fades as JK is hurriedly running through the streets of Berlin, to a lone dark room where JK sits atop a wooden stool similar to ones found in a Bar, the bright spotlight shining down upon him*
JK: What is freedom? Is it something worth dying for? Several Eastern Berliners though so, they risked their lives to cross the wall away from Stalinist oppression and into western Berlin where they could do and say whatever they wanted whenever they wanted. This part of my little prerecording is dedicated to the thoughts of the US Government who as it seems has lost their way and has bowed down before the all mighty power of the nagging mother who is just so self obsessed that she doesn’t realise that the TV has a power button, so must always get rid of the shows that is “Teaching” kids the wrong message when they should teach them that it’s all done by professionals and should not be duplicated at home.
*JK Shifts the hair out of his eyes to get more focus in on the camera*
JK: The US constitution was supposed to be founded for freedom, liberty, and Justice for all, what’s happened now? Where is our freedom? Where is our Liberty? And most importantly, where is the justice in banning us for catering to our targeted demographic? I’ll tell you where, the Justice is gone, we get no Justice for doing our jobs, our rights of freedom have been affectively taken away from us when the US government forcibly took our arena, and our liberty? Well we can just forget that, because whenever a small amount of smother mothers get all riled up, then everyone gets no liberty if they work for the thing that they are so angry about. Just like fast food, you rely on us to cater to what you think your children’s needs are, and just like fast food, you must know when to tell your kids not to have it every night, whether it be on DVDs, replays later in the week, or live on the night it’s on. But if you cannot do this for fear of losing your child’s love, then I pity you, because of have lost your child’s respect as a parental figure.
*JK breathes in and exhales deeply as if an enormous amount of weight has been lifted from his shoulders*
JK: Now onto my match, Ghost, as I have mentioned I consider you to be a good mate of mine, but friend or not, an opponent is an opponent and I will stop at nothing to get the win. As I have been showing these past couple of weeks, my intensity has been growing substantially since I started here, and I think I am slowly gaining more respect as an In-ring competitor. I am looking for the freedom to do what I want to win, to get the crowd on my side, and I feel as if you are the perfect springboard for this. To you my friend I wish luck because it will be one hell of a fight, and I am glad that it is against someone of whom I hold with the highest regard.
*The scene fades to total black*
Freedom is not worth having if it does not connote
Freedom to error. It passes my comprehension how
Human beings, be they ever so experienced and
Able, can delight in depriving other human beings
Of that precious right.
- Mahatma Gandhi
Freedom to error. It passes my comprehension how
Human beings, be they ever so experienced and
Able, can delight in depriving other human beings
Of that precious right.
- Mahatma Gandhi
*The writing fades away*
Voice: Urgh.....what the fuck just happened?
Second voice: I have no idea man, but I think they got us...
*The black fades up to reveal JK and Enigma tied up on wooden chairs in what appears to be the old dungeon that Phantom shot his first promo in....or just some other 16th century dungeon. JK looks as if he has just come out of a blackout, his eyes squinting in the dim light, Enigma seems to be studying their surrounds, trying to find something to cut the ropes binding the duo to the chairs*
Enigma: There has to be some way to get out of here...what if...JK, you reckon you could try and knock that torch on the wall down?
*JK gives an angry look to Enigma*
JK: Oh yeah mate sure, just pass me a piece of wood or something so I can throw it at the torch, Oh wait my arms are tied!
Enigma: Dude no need to get so fucking agro at me; at least I’m trying to get us out of here!
*A small banjo riff is heard with the faint clip clopping noise of Hooves hitting the cobblestone floor*
JK: Did you hear that?
Enigma: Hear what?
JK: I could have sworn I heard hooves and a Banjo...
*The clip clopping and the Banjo riff get louder*
Enigma: Oh yeah...I hear it too...
*Pretty soon, Crimson Ghost bursts through the dungeon door, playing a banjo and riding on a Zebra. JK is laughing at the randomness of all this while Enigma just looks perplexed to the unlikely arrival*
Enigma: What the?
CG: Hyuk, Hyuk, I was going to ask you two to help me tune the banjo because it sounds a little weird, but I see your hands are tied.
JK: What the hell are you doing here ghost?
CG: Coco is typing up a new script, so I’m just having a wander until it’s done.
*Enigma turns his head towards JK*
Enigma: Coco?
JK: His trained monkey, types his promos, and writes for Wikipedia occasionally... CG, you reckon you could untie these ropes?
CG: Sure thing buddy!
*Crimson Ghost jumps down off of the Zebra, props his banjo against the wall and goes over to untie the duo, muttering to himself as he does so*
Enigma: He talks to himself?
CG: Oh, no, I’m talking to El Diablico.
Enigma: Annnnnnd he has multiple personality issues....Great.....
Diablico: Hey, at least I don’t need to colour my hair to look tough!
*Enigma glares down at Ghost as he unties JK*
Enigma: But you need to wear that stupid Kaiser Helmet?
Diablico: That was not my Idea!
CG: That’s my helmet man!
*Ghost finishes untying JK and inches half his body towards Enigma*
JK: What the...
CG: I don’t think that El Diablico wants to help this guy out.
Diablico: I want to, but I can’t be bothered
JK: You want me to give you a hand Ghost?
CG: No thanks, I can do it with one.
*The ropes fall loose, allowing Enigma to slip his hands out
JK: Thanks for helping us Ghost and Diablico, don’t know where we’d be without you guys.
Diablico: I know where you’d be, in those chairs!
CG: Hyuk, Hyuk.
JK: Right, well thanks for helping us guys.
CG: Any time JK, see you in the ring.
*JK Looks confused to this matter*
JK: what do you mean in the ring?
Diablico: You and Ghosty are fighting in Germany this week.
JK: Ok, well I’ll see the two of you then I guess...
CG: Ok, later JK.
*Crimson Ghost grabs his banjo and jumps back onto the Zebra*
Diablico: Hey Ghosty, you reckon you could play Yankee Doodle on that thing?
CG: Can I?!?
*The “Two” ride off on the Zebra while the Jaunty twanging of Ghost playing Yankee Doodle on his banjo fills the halls. Enigma just shakes his head in confusion*
Enigma: Christ, that guy makes Curryman look normal...
JK: He’s cool, and we’d be lying if we never said we weren’t even a little bit crazy. Now how are we going to get out of here?
*Enigma looks throughout their surrounds, trying to find a way out before pointing to an area where some light is emanating*
Enigma: There, the grate, looks like it can be pushed out of the way if the right amount of force is used.
JK: How are we going to climb all the way up there?
Enigma: These old European dungeons are made by cobblestone, this one must have not been a prison dungeon, because there are several stones jutting out and there is enough room to create a solid foothold.
*JK Laughs to himself at the simplicity of the plan. He looks around at all the huge stones coming out of the walls, and he realises that Enigmas plan actually makes perfect sense, the grate looks as if it is only loosely in place in the streets of Paris, and there are enough rocks jutting out in the right places to make a perfect escape*
JK: Dude, I do not know what you have done with the real headstrong Enigma, but I think I like smart Enigma better.
Enigma: Living in England can change you man, almost nothing to be headstrong about in Kent.
*The two begin their arduous 30 metre climb to the top of the dungeon where was their only chance of escape. Several rocks slip out of place underneath the foot of JK, Enigma accidentally pulling out one or two here and there, almost knocking JK off the wall as they fall*
JK: For fucks sake man, watch where you’re throwing those things!
Enigma: My bad dude...
*Eventually after about 10 minutes of climbing the two reach the top of the wall, Enigma able to just use his 5’11” frame, reaches over and with a hard push, lifts the grate out of the hole it was covering and pulls himself up into the streets of Paris, before grabbing JK’s arm and pulling him up*
JK: Shit, I thought we’d never escape...
Enigma: Mate, there is nowhere in the world that doesn’t have at least one escape flaw.
JK: True, but you would’ve thought that it would have been a helluva lot harder than that!
Enigma: Ha-ha guess you have a point man. Maybe they are just shit at keeping weirdo Ghosts and their El Diablicos’ out of the dungeons.
JK: Dude, CG may seem a little.......quirky, but he’s a top bloke, he and Chinatsu have been pretty good friends with me pretty much since the first day I walked in the GIW arena.
*Enigma laughs a little*
Enigma: Well it’s good to have an ally or two I guess...Hey you should probably let Jazz and Paul know that we are done.
JK: Yeah, but we only freed half the prisoners, I have a feeling that this is not over by a long shot.
*JK reaches into his Jeans pocket and pulls out his mobile*
JK: Good thing they didn’t take this.
*He punches in a number, the ringing can be heard several times before finally someone picks up*
JK: Jazz, it’s me.....yeah....for now at least.......we freed half of ‘em before they got us......yeah.......ah, a couple blocks down from the Arc Du Triumph I think.......yep.....uh huh.......Yeah Crimson Ghost told us before we broke out........No Clue he was just riding a Zebra through the halls while playing a Banjo. Where are you by the way?.......Ok........Nah that’s fine, you need a life outside of our Marriage as well......really? That many people? Wow........right well tell Hayleigh I said G’day, I’ll meet up with you and Paul in Germany......Kay.......later.
*JK Hangs up and places his mobile back into his pocket*
Enigma: Right dude, I best be off now, have to be back in London before 9 AM.
JK: CWA Related?
Enigma: Nah, they’ve disbanded remember? I have a new job in FAW.
JK: FAW?
Enigma: Fucking Awesome Wrestling.......they’re new.
JK: Ah right. Ok dude later.
*The scene quickly changes to JK and Paul hanging out near the Berlin wall, or at least what remained of it. Paul is laughing to himself, and JK is reading the “Freedom Graffiti” written all over one of the sides of the wall*
Paul: Hey JK, how tall was Hitler and where did he live?
JK: I think he was around 5’9” and lived in north-east Berlin
Paul: Nah man he was this tall and lived over there!
*Paul places one finger above his lip and raises his left hand straight up in the form of a Nazi salute, this draws some unwanted attention from the crowd, with people throwing insults in German, and one old lady throwing eggs, words and eggs all directed at Paul. JK says something in German back to the crowd, causing the insults and eggs to stop flying towards Paul*
Paul: What was that you said?
JK: You mean wenden sie sich bitte nicht schaden ihm, er hatte keine Ahnung, was er tat, als er ist etwas Autistische?
Paul: Um, English please?
JK: well simply put, I used that same Autistic excuse that I used in the Airport before NHB.
*Paul Cracks up at this remark*
Paul: Nice man nice. But how do you know how to speak German in the first place?
JK: Mate, I’m part German.
Paul: wow, guess it’s true what they say, you learn something new every day...
*JK looks down at his watch with an alarmed expression*
JK: Shit, I gotta go man, I’m meeting up with Jasmine and Hayleigh at some coffee joint in Berlin in ten...I’ll meet up with ya at the Porsche arena.
Paul: Kay bro, catch ya in Stuttgart.
*The scene fades as JK is hurriedly running through the streets of Berlin, to a lone dark room where JK sits atop a wooden stool similar to ones found in a Bar, the bright spotlight shining down upon him*
JK: What is freedom? Is it something worth dying for? Several Eastern Berliners though so, they risked their lives to cross the wall away from Stalinist oppression and into western Berlin where they could do and say whatever they wanted whenever they wanted. This part of my little prerecording is dedicated to the thoughts of the US Government who as it seems has lost their way and has bowed down before the all mighty power of the nagging mother who is just so self obsessed that she doesn’t realise that the TV has a power button, so must always get rid of the shows that is “Teaching” kids the wrong message when they should teach them that it’s all done by professionals and should not be duplicated at home.
*JK Shifts the hair out of his eyes to get more focus in on the camera*
JK: The US constitution was supposed to be founded for freedom, liberty, and Justice for all, what’s happened now? Where is our freedom? Where is our Liberty? And most importantly, where is the justice in banning us for catering to our targeted demographic? I’ll tell you where, the Justice is gone, we get no Justice for doing our jobs, our rights of freedom have been affectively taken away from us when the US government forcibly took our arena, and our liberty? Well we can just forget that, because whenever a small amount of smother mothers get all riled up, then everyone gets no liberty if they work for the thing that they are so angry about. Just like fast food, you rely on us to cater to what you think your children’s needs are, and just like fast food, you must know when to tell your kids not to have it every night, whether it be on DVDs, replays later in the week, or live on the night it’s on. But if you cannot do this for fear of losing your child’s love, then I pity you, because of have lost your child’s respect as a parental figure.
*JK breathes in and exhales deeply as if an enormous amount of weight has been lifted from his shoulders*
JK: Now onto my match, Ghost, as I have mentioned I consider you to be a good mate of mine, but friend or not, an opponent is an opponent and I will stop at nothing to get the win. As I have been showing these past couple of weeks, my intensity has been growing substantially since I started here, and I think I am slowly gaining more respect as an In-ring competitor. I am looking for the freedom to do what I want to win, to get the crowd on my side, and I feel as if you are the perfect springboard for this. To you my friend I wish luck because it will be one hell of a fight, and I am glad that it is against someone of whom I hold with the highest regard.
*The scene fades to total black*