Post by 'The Cyclone' JK on Jul 30, 2009 3:57:41 GMT -5
*The scene opens in yet another airport, a picture of Jonathan Thurston, the half back for the North Queensland Cowboys, scoring a diving try which can only presume that the Aussie Rebels are back home in Townsville of North Queensland, Australia. JK is the first to step into the airport, taking in a deep breath before remarking*
JK: It’s great to be back home!
*JK walks out with a slight limp from the Pay per view, a big cut on the side of his arm symbolises all the pain that he had been through to get to the match in his home country. Paul, Jasmine, and Phantom all follow JK out, Jasmine with a slight look of concern as to JK’s well being*
Jasmine: Jordan, are you sure you’ll be right to compete this week? I mean you look like you can hardly stand up without feeling pain.
JK: Jazz, Don’t worry. I am hurt now yes, and I won’t be 100% come the weekend, but Moss suffered just as much if not worse than I did, so he won’t be at his full standard either. I can do this; I owe it to myself to get the win!
*Pauls pipes up from behind the group, carrying his and what appears to be a females luggage, some of the luggage he appears to be having difficulty pulling through the terminals*
Paul: Dude....how do......you owe it to yourself?? GODDAMN JAZZ! WHAT DO YOU HAVE IN THIS GOD DAMNED THING?
Jasmine: Just the essentials
Paul: THERE’S A FREAKING HAIR DRYER IN HERE! A JUMBO SEIZED ONE! THAT IS NOT A NECECETY!
Jasmine: It's for me ok? How do you think I end up looking this good every morning?
*JK interjects before a fight starts between the two yet again. He looks as if he has really had enough of the fighting between the two*
JK: Paul, I need this win to prove to the audiences out of Australia that I am capable of getting titles, that I am worthy of just being nominated for a number one contenders match in the first place. I still have my critics; I need to silence them once and for all. And mate, if there is one thing I learnt the hard way, it’s a girl will fight to the death to keep her hair dryer.
Paul: That’s not what they said on Spaceballs...
JK: Spaceballs is a movie mate, it isn’t real.
Paul: *puts his hands over his ears* I’M NOT LISTENING LALALALALALAAA!
*JK sighs; Jasmine starts shouting at Paul’s immaturity, and Phantom chuckles to himself. JK moves over to the left of the screen and sits down as Jasmine tries to calm Paul down. Paul still shouting at the top of his lungs as Phantom goes over to where JK is trying to catch a break from all the noise*
Phantom: Glad to be home?
JK: Not while all this shit’s happening. Hey aint that Aussie Jack?
*JK’s trail of focus had shifted to a slightly scruffy man who looked like a slim version of Mick Foley with a can of VB in his hand looking into the sea of arrivals. Phantom’s eyes narrow to the nearly homeless looking man as if he has some sort of hidden vendetta on him*
Phantom: Please excuse me for a second; I have some business to take care of. I will meet you at the Acer Arena in a weeks’ time young mortal.
*Phantom walks off with a determined look in his eyes as we hear a gruff voice shout out “SHIT!”, the sound of a tin can crashing on the ground and maniacal laughter as Phantom chases Aussie Jack down the hallways of the Townsville International Airport. JK looks down at the direction Phantom had travelled. As he shakes his head in amazement Jasmine returns dragging Paul by the arm, he looks as if he was crying a little, and is rubbing the back of his head*
JK: She get you in the head again?
*Paul nods still holding the back of his head*
Jasmine: I swear parenthood won’t be as hard as looking after Paul in public. He is such a child!
JK: Look mate, it’s only a comment at a film, it isn’t anything that should be so upsetting man. So d.....wait......it’s something else.....
*Jasmine looks back and forth between JK and Paul before finally remarking*
Jasmine: Wait what? How can you tell?
JK: I made a comment like that Spaceballs remark before in TWA.....his outcry wasn’t as bad as this......it’s something to do with his family.......you’re dad lives in Sydney now???
*Paul looks up at JK and nods*
JK: And near the Acer?
Paul: Yeah....
Jasmine: What’s so bad about that? I’m sure you should be happy to see your parents!
Paul: My father was abusive to me as a child; he’d beat me if I did as much as sneezed in his direction. I thought I had finally gotten away from him when I left to wrestle in Townsville.
Jasmine: Wow.....Paul.....I....I’m so sorry; I never thought how hard your childhood would have been.....that must explain your outbursts.
*There is a slightly awkward silence as Paul looks somewhat saddened, Jasmine looks really guilty. The silence lasts for about a minute before JK breaks the silence*
JK: Right, so we have a scheduled appearance with Belgian Gardens state school to get ready for.
Paul: You serious man? We’re going back to primary school?
JK: Yeah got a call from the bloke who’s the principal now, apparently GIW’s huge to those kids, we got a fair following seeing as we were once there, the kids in grade 5-7 still remember us from school so we have to put on a small wrestling style academy for those kids.
Paul: Sounds sweet.
*As they are talking, a French looking man comes up to the trio, grabs JK on the shoulder and drags him away from the group as his henchmen come to hold back Paul and Jasmine. Dramatic music comes up as the Frenchman begins to speak in song*
French Man: JK, at last,
We see each other plain
`M'sieur le fighter,'
You'll wear a different chain!
JK: Before you say another word, Javert
Before you chain me up like a slave again
Listen to me! There is something I must do.
This woman leaves behind a suffering child.
There is none but me who can intercede,
In Mercy's name, three days are all I need.
Then I'll return, I pledge my word.
Then I'll return...
Javert: You must think me mad!
I've hunted you across the years
A man like you can never change
A man such as you.
JK (in counterpoint): Believe of me what you will
There is a duty that I'm sworn to do
You know nothing of my life
All I did was steal my freedom
You know nothing of the world
You would sooner see me dead
But not before I see this justice
done
I am warning you Javert
I'm a stronger man by far
There is power in me yet
My race is not yet run
I am warning you Javert
There is nothing I won't dare
If I have to kill you here
I'll do what must be done!
Javert (in counterpoint): Men like me can never change
Men like you can never change
No,
24601
My duty's to our law - you have no
Rights
Come with me 24601
Now the wheel has turned around
Jordan King is nothing now
Dare you talk to me of pain
And the price you had to pay
Every man is born in sin
Every man must choose his way
You know nothing of Javert
I was born inside a jail
I was born with scum like you
I am from the gutter too!
*JK breaks a nearby chair and threatens Javert with the broken piece. Before he meets the gaze of his wife with the same look of love and devotion that she is showing for him and drops the plastic shard as if he has forgotten all his rage with Javert*
JK: *to Jasmine* And this I swear to you tonight
Javert: *to JK* There is no place for you to hide
JK: Your child will live within my care
Javert: Wherever you may hide away
JK: And I will raise her to the light.
JK & Javert: I swear to you, I will be there!
*The Aussie rebels knock the guards down and charge Javert. JK picking the Frenchman up, and tossing him into the concrete wall to the left of him before all three make a quick das out of the airport and into the streets where a Taxi is waiting to take them to their place of destination. As they all jump in and the Taxi takes off Jasmine gives a slightly confused look to JK*
Jasmine: What was that about?
JK: Don’t worry, its Past Life stuff...
Jasmine: And how did you know the baby was a girl?
JK: Yeah you didn’t think I’d see that sex checker thingy? Next time if you don’t want me to see it wrap it in some paper before you throw it away ok?
Jasmine: Well it shouldn’t matter now, you know the sex. Do you have an Idea for a name?
*JK has a weird sort of ‘whoa Déjà Vous’ look about him before he answers*
JK: Nichola. What about you? You have any ideas?
Jasmine: Hmmm. To be honest, I’ve always liked the name Chelsea.
Paul: Yeah because that’s your fave soccer team HAHAH...OW!
*JK rubs his face as Jasmine tells Paul to again shut up, and that it wasn’t his kid. JK leans towards the Taxi driver*
JK: Mate, it’s been a while since I’ve actually been here, but how far away are we from 19 Seaward crescent, Pallarenda?
Driver: Shouldn’t be too long, only about a minutes’ drive from here.
JK: Sweet, you reckon you could take us down that way?
Driver: Sure thing mate, *Grabs his radio transmitter* Change of direction, going to 19 Seaward crescent Pallarenda.
JK: Thanks bro.
Jasmine: What’s at 19 Seaward Crescent?
JK: My old home. Mum and Dad bought it back as a holiday home; they let me use it for this week, so that’s our homestead for now.
*The scene fades down to a single man standing in front of the Acer Arena as is made obvious by the ominous glowing sign on the side of the building, big posters on the side of the building advertise GIW’s Long Fight home tour, and by the sight of everyone heading into the arena, we can only guess that the show is in fact tonight. A teenager dressed in casuals, like a grunge jacket and tattered Jeans. He stares up at the lights as they laminate his face to reveal JK. He looks somewhat distraught from competing in his home country*
JK: Welcome home JK, Aussie sweet home, fighting on the home front.
*He walks up to the fence, grabs the chain link with his right hand and rests his head on his arm as he continues to stare out at the arena, the blue glow washing over his body*
JK: Not only are we in front of a home crowd, but it’s also a championship match! I must not lose focus, I have fought too hard to lose right now, I have put up with hell to get here tonight and tonight is where I step up to the plate!
*JK pushes himself off of the fence and turns to face the camera, with only half his face laminated by the sign*
JK: Moss mate, don’t get me wrong, I have a deep respect for you. You were probably the first one here to actually see the potential I had when I first came here, even if we entered around the same time, and to be honest I feel privileged to get the chance to finally face you mono a mono. But when the stakes are raised people can do crazy stuff, and to me this is one of the ultimate stakes. To win here tonight and finally solidify my place as a GIW superstar, nay a competitor, someone who is no longer the little bugger that no one takes seriously, but someone who is taken notice of. Moss tonight you see a side of me that I had only unleashed last week face to face, you meet my darker and my determined side. I know you have made an acquaintance with my bright and happy side but one more week the side that has got the entire La Révolution des Tigres clan after me, the side that sent two men through five tables all at once, and more importantly the side that has lead to the destruction of many superstars before you.
*JK looks back towards the arena, as if he is thinking of something, unbeknownst to all*
JK: Moss, I respect all your title defenses in the past, they were all spectacular fights, who could forget the match against Raenius and Dredd of which you won? I know that I won’t. But with all due respect, you have never fought someone who had an entire nation in their corner. You have never faced someone who would ever try any way to get the win, someone who had more drive than just getting to wear the gold the next week, I have explained my drive, but after all the big name matches that you’ve had mate, do you still have a drive? Have you forgotten what it was you had to prove when you got the opportunity to carry this title? The storm will get worse tonight Moss, hunker all your loose objects down, and if someone else has a hold of it, prepare to say goodbye to it because it will be blown away. And by the way, that reminds me of my old catchphrase, don’t brave the storm; you will only be knocked down!
*JK pushes the camera over which as appeared to have been on a camera stand where no one else was standing before the screen goes to static while showing a brief image of JK in a photo op with some Sydney based fans then to black*
JK: It’s great to be back home!
*JK walks out with a slight limp from the Pay per view, a big cut on the side of his arm symbolises all the pain that he had been through to get to the match in his home country. Paul, Jasmine, and Phantom all follow JK out, Jasmine with a slight look of concern as to JK’s well being*
Jasmine: Jordan, are you sure you’ll be right to compete this week? I mean you look like you can hardly stand up without feeling pain.
JK: Jazz, Don’t worry. I am hurt now yes, and I won’t be 100% come the weekend, but Moss suffered just as much if not worse than I did, so he won’t be at his full standard either. I can do this; I owe it to myself to get the win!
*Pauls pipes up from behind the group, carrying his and what appears to be a females luggage, some of the luggage he appears to be having difficulty pulling through the terminals*
Paul: Dude....how do......you owe it to yourself?? GODDAMN JAZZ! WHAT DO YOU HAVE IN THIS GOD DAMNED THING?
Jasmine: Just the essentials
Paul: THERE’S A FREAKING HAIR DRYER IN HERE! A JUMBO SEIZED ONE! THAT IS NOT A NECECETY!
Jasmine: It's for me ok? How do you think I end up looking this good every morning?
*JK interjects before a fight starts between the two yet again. He looks as if he has really had enough of the fighting between the two*
JK: Paul, I need this win to prove to the audiences out of Australia that I am capable of getting titles, that I am worthy of just being nominated for a number one contenders match in the first place. I still have my critics; I need to silence them once and for all. And mate, if there is one thing I learnt the hard way, it’s a girl will fight to the death to keep her hair dryer.
Paul: That’s not what they said on Spaceballs...
JK: Spaceballs is a movie mate, it isn’t real.
Paul: *puts his hands over his ears* I’M NOT LISTENING LALALALALALAAA!
*JK sighs; Jasmine starts shouting at Paul’s immaturity, and Phantom chuckles to himself. JK moves over to the left of the screen and sits down as Jasmine tries to calm Paul down. Paul still shouting at the top of his lungs as Phantom goes over to where JK is trying to catch a break from all the noise*
Phantom: Glad to be home?
JK: Not while all this shit’s happening. Hey aint that Aussie Jack?
*JK’s trail of focus had shifted to a slightly scruffy man who looked like a slim version of Mick Foley with a can of VB in his hand looking into the sea of arrivals. Phantom’s eyes narrow to the nearly homeless looking man as if he has some sort of hidden vendetta on him*
Phantom: Please excuse me for a second; I have some business to take care of. I will meet you at the Acer Arena in a weeks’ time young mortal.
*Phantom walks off with a determined look in his eyes as we hear a gruff voice shout out “SHIT!”, the sound of a tin can crashing on the ground and maniacal laughter as Phantom chases Aussie Jack down the hallways of the Townsville International Airport. JK looks down at the direction Phantom had travelled. As he shakes his head in amazement Jasmine returns dragging Paul by the arm, he looks as if he was crying a little, and is rubbing the back of his head*
JK: She get you in the head again?
*Paul nods still holding the back of his head*
Jasmine: I swear parenthood won’t be as hard as looking after Paul in public. He is such a child!
JK: Look mate, it’s only a comment at a film, it isn’t anything that should be so upsetting man. So d.....wait......it’s something else.....
*Jasmine looks back and forth between JK and Paul before finally remarking*
Jasmine: Wait what? How can you tell?
JK: I made a comment like that Spaceballs remark before in TWA.....his outcry wasn’t as bad as this......it’s something to do with his family.......you’re dad lives in Sydney now???
*Paul looks up at JK and nods*
JK: And near the Acer?
Paul: Yeah....
Jasmine: What’s so bad about that? I’m sure you should be happy to see your parents!
Paul: My father was abusive to me as a child; he’d beat me if I did as much as sneezed in his direction. I thought I had finally gotten away from him when I left to wrestle in Townsville.
Jasmine: Wow.....Paul.....I....I’m so sorry; I never thought how hard your childhood would have been.....that must explain your outbursts.
*There is a slightly awkward silence as Paul looks somewhat saddened, Jasmine looks really guilty. The silence lasts for about a minute before JK breaks the silence*
JK: Right, so we have a scheduled appearance with Belgian Gardens state school to get ready for.
Paul: You serious man? We’re going back to primary school?
JK: Yeah got a call from the bloke who’s the principal now, apparently GIW’s huge to those kids, we got a fair following seeing as we were once there, the kids in grade 5-7 still remember us from school so we have to put on a small wrestling style academy for those kids.
Paul: Sounds sweet.
*As they are talking, a French looking man comes up to the trio, grabs JK on the shoulder and drags him away from the group as his henchmen come to hold back Paul and Jasmine. Dramatic music comes up as the Frenchman begins to speak in song*
French Man: JK, at last,
We see each other plain
`M'sieur le fighter,'
You'll wear a different chain!
JK: Before you say another word, Javert
Before you chain me up like a slave again
Listen to me! There is something I must do.
This woman leaves behind a suffering child.
There is none but me who can intercede,
In Mercy's name, three days are all I need.
Then I'll return, I pledge my word.
Then I'll return...
Javert: You must think me mad!
I've hunted you across the years
A man like you can never change
A man such as you.
JK (in counterpoint): Believe of me what you will
There is a duty that I'm sworn to do
You know nothing of my life
All I did was steal my freedom
You know nothing of the world
You would sooner see me dead
But not before I see this justice
done
I am warning you Javert
I'm a stronger man by far
There is power in me yet
My race is not yet run
I am warning you Javert
There is nothing I won't dare
If I have to kill you here
I'll do what must be done!
Javert (in counterpoint): Men like me can never change
Men like you can never change
No,
24601
My duty's to our law - you have no
Rights
Come with me 24601
Now the wheel has turned around
Jordan King is nothing now
Dare you talk to me of pain
And the price you had to pay
Every man is born in sin
Every man must choose his way
You know nothing of Javert
I was born inside a jail
I was born with scum like you
I am from the gutter too!
*JK breaks a nearby chair and threatens Javert with the broken piece. Before he meets the gaze of his wife with the same look of love and devotion that she is showing for him and drops the plastic shard as if he has forgotten all his rage with Javert*
JK: *to Jasmine* And this I swear to you tonight
Javert: *to JK* There is no place for you to hide
JK: Your child will live within my care
Javert: Wherever you may hide away
JK: And I will raise her to the light.
JK & Javert: I swear to you, I will be there!
*The Aussie rebels knock the guards down and charge Javert. JK picking the Frenchman up, and tossing him into the concrete wall to the left of him before all three make a quick das out of the airport and into the streets where a Taxi is waiting to take them to their place of destination. As they all jump in and the Taxi takes off Jasmine gives a slightly confused look to JK*
Jasmine: What was that about?
JK: Don’t worry, its Past Life stuff...
Jasmine: And how did you know the baby was a girl?
JK: Yeah you didn’t think I’d see that sex checker thingy? Next time if you don’t want me to see it wrap it in some paper before you throw it away ok?
Jasmine: Well it shouldn’t matter now, you know the sex. Do you have an Idea for a name?
*JK has a weird sort of ‘whoa Déjà Vous’ look about him before he answers*
JK: Nichola. What about you? You have any ideas?
Jasmine: Hmmm. To be honest, I’ve always liked the name Chelsea.
Paul: Yeah because that’s your fave soccer team HAHAH...OW!
*JK rubs his face as Jasmine tells Paul to again shut up, and that it wasn’t his kid. JK leans towards the Taxi driver*
JK: Mate, it’s been a while since I’ve actually been here, but how far away are we from 19 Seaward crescent, Pallarenda?
Driver: Shouldn’t be too long, only about a minutes’ drive from here.
JK: Sweet, you reckon you could take us down that way?
Driver: Sure thing mate, *Grabs his radio transmitter* Change of direction, going to 19 Seaward crescent Pallarenda.
JK: Thanks bro.
Jasmine: What’s at 19 Seaward Crescent?
JK: My old home. Mum and Dad bought it back as a holiday home; they let me use it for this week, so that’s our homestead for now.
*The scene fades down to a single man standing in front of the Acer Arena as is made obvious by the ominous glowing sign on the side of the building, big posters on the side of the building advertise GIW’s Long Fight home tour, and by the sight of everyone heading into the arena, we can only guess that the show is in fact tonight. A teenager dressed in casuals, like a grunge jacket and tattered Jeans. He stares up at the lights as they laminate his face to reveal JK. He looks somewhat distraught from competing in his home country*
JK: Welcome home JK, Aussie sweet home, fighting on the home front.
*He walks up to the fence, grabs the chain link with his right hand and rests his head on his arm as he continues to stare out at the arena, the blue glow washing over his body*
JK: Not only are we in front of a home crowd, but it’s also a championship match! I must not lose focus, I have fought too hard to lose right now, I have put up with hell to get here tonight and tonight is where I step up to the plate!
*JK pushes himself off of the fence and turns to face the camera, with only half his face laminated by the sign*
JK: Moss mate, don’t get me wrong, I have a deep respect for you. You were probably the first one here to actually see the potential I had when I first came here, even if we entered around the same time, and to be honest I feel privileged to get the chance to finally face you mono a mono. But when the stakes are raised people can do crazy stuff, and to me this is one of the ultimate stakes. To win here tonight and finally solidify my place as a GIW superstar, nay a competitor, someone who is no longer the little bugger that no one takes seriously, but someone who is taken notice of. Moss tonight you see a side of me that I had only unleashed last week face to face, you meet my darker and my determined side. I know you have made an acquaintance with my bright and happy side but one more week the side that has got the entire La Révolution des Tigres clan after me, the side that sent two men through five tables all at once, and more importantly the side that has lead to the destruction of many superstars before you.
*JK looks back towards the arena, as if he is thinking of something, unbeknownst to all*
JK: Moss, I respect all your title defenses in the past, they were all spectacular fights, who could forget the match against Raenius and Dredd of which you won? I know that I won’t. But with all due respect, you have never fought someone who had an entire nation in their corner. You have never faced someone who would ever try any way to get the win, someone who had more drive than just getting to wear the gold the next week, I have explained my drive, but after all the big name matches that you’ve had mate, do you still have a drive? Have you forgotten what it was you had to prove when you got the opportunity to carry this title? The storm will get worse tonight Moss, hunker all your loose objects down, and if someone else has a hold of it, prepare to say goodbye to it because it will be blown away. And by the way, that reminds me of my old catchphrase, don’t brave the storm; you will only be knocked down!
*JK pushes the camera over which as appeared to have been on a camera stand where no one else was standing before the screen goes to static while showing a brief image of JK in a photo op with some Sydney based fans then to black*
