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In order of importance...; Swytch, Kennedy, Maclay..
Topic Started: Feb 19 2005, 05:17 PM (62 Views)
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The corridors of the Myrl Shoemaker Center are a difficult beast there seems to be an over abundance of them like a maze, a crowd of people rush passed the camera man, ow this guy has obviously nothing better to do so he takes chase and follows the crowd of people, in the middle we can just about make out The Hype Carlos Kane, microphones and tape recorders shoved in his face security flanking either side, a few moments pass and the crowd starts to disperse Carlos shakes his head motioning for his so called "Hype Security" to get off there fat lazy asses and get these reporters to get out of his damn face, he actually said that, the mic just couldnt pick it up..true story.

Carlos moves on down the hall as security ushers the physical plague commonly known only as "news journalists" out of the building, Carlos is no longer dressed in that VERY expensive suit but in slacks a towel thrown over his shoulder, he turns a corner and walks smack right into Toby Bostock, the pure frustration on Hypes face says it all, hand on his head shaking from side to side trying to figure out, how he exactly manages to bump into this bumbling idiot every damn week..

TB: Carlos!

Hype quickly pushes passed the eager reporter obviously hes just come back from interviewing Vinj or something as he managed to run full pelt into Carlos

CK: Do you actually interview anyone else?

Toby ponders for a few seconds rubbing his chin scruff

TB: Well...theres you, Vinj...
CK: WOAH, What? Vinj..What you interviewing that freak for, is the Hype not good enough for you now? that how it is...

Carlos shakes his head at Toby who hesitates he walks forward and puts his hand on Hypes shoulder patting him trying to concole the Phenom from the streets

TB: We knew this day would come, the time we spent toghether it was...it was special..*Toby stares off into space*

Carlos looks down at Toby his eyes narrow eyebrow cocked

CK: Get your damn hand off my shoulder...

Toby quickly removes his hand and gather his notes as Carlos quickly starts to motor on down the hallway

TB: Carlos...while your here...
CK: Walk and talk...numbnuts, I got to go gym before those reporters sneak there asses back in here..

Toby struggles to catch up, its hard for him and his lil itty bitty hooves Carlos strides on....

TB: I just want to get your thoughts on your match this Tuesday, you didnt really go into much detail out there...

Carlos sighs...and stops causing Toby to run right into the back of him..not like that though you sick freaks

CK: DETAIL!! *carlos shaking his head* Is it not enough that I go out there and humour these ungrateful bastards, now they want detail...FINE! are you writing this down, we will start with the least important..

Toby is struggling to find his pen, finally he finds one in his jacket pocket and begins scrawling down on a crumpled piece of paper

CK: Swytch...Now here is one insignifficant motha'fucka, got that whole *Carlos rubs his face* scary mask deal going on, trying to intimidate people, talking in that low raspy voice..like a retarded Darth Vader or some shit, well Swytch your act, your whole deal, dosent scare or intimidate me, Swytch have you ever stared down the barrel UZI 9MM, Swytch have you ever been caught in a rival gang territory with nothing but a glock and half a clip, Swytch have you ever spent 2 weeks in solitary confinement with nothing but your thoughts and the darkness....scrap that last one you do that every week, the point is....Youre minor, Im Major..coz Swytch you aint shit!

Carlos grins from ear to ear, he look over at Toby as hes frantically trying to write this down, Hype shakes his head...

CK: Now onto Kennedy...."lil miss over achiever" herself, with that fine ass...shes in that point in OUR relationship where shes begining to crave The Hype, she longs for The Hype...girl I know it be you callin me at 3am! Hypes not tied down to one bitch sweetcheeks, plenty of Hype to go around! *Hype begins to laugh stroking hsi chin* Yeah girl, didnt take you long to jump right on top of The Hype last week now did it! now dont get it twisted yall Hype aint forgotten about last week, nah he remembers and Ken...I apologise in advance, but this is about business, an girl yall be up in my business..when its all said an done and the dust settles, Tueday, Myrl Shoemaker Center, Cin-CIN-NATI, The franchise playa goes all the way to the majors, and there is not a damn thing your sweet ass can do about it BITCH!

Carlos is getting a lil more heated now, as the conversation moves onto a certain Essex native...he scowls and his eyes narrow, Toby takes a few steps back....

CK: And we finally come to none other than Chris Maclay, Mr Wookie Man himself, man you got some balls, not only did you manage to cost me MY match but you managed to piss me off in the process, well Chris as I said earlier you have my undivided attention. I think you should take a second and re evalulate your life goals before you get so far down the line with this you aint got a chance to come back, you dont want beef..so dont start none, coz ill fuck you up man, you go ask Rage what happens to people who get my attention, I ended that n***a! I broke that man! and ill break you dont get it twisted this aint threat motha'fucka this Hype speakin the truth, you wanna go with The Hype, say the word and its done..Tuesday Chris you got a choice, keep ya self outta my business or we could throw blows and light this motha'fucka up but when its all said and done the result will be the same...

Carlos moves closer to Toby thumping his hands toghether not once, not twice but threee times making poor Toby jump out of his skin each time

CK: ONE....TWO....THREE! *Hype pauses for a few seconds* YOU JUST GOT KNOCKED THE FUCK OUT! Now belive that motha'fucka...

Carlos stands tiumphant facing the camera making sure they get a real good close up of the master of blingality

CK: THAT ENOUGH DETAIL FOR YA..now get outta my face..

Carlos pushes the camera man back and walks off in search of his fortress of solitude aka the gym, leaving Toby alone in the labyrinth of corridors know as backstage in the Myrl Shoemaker Center...and the scene begins to fade
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As Carlos speaks the camera begins to slowly pull back, the picture and sound quality drop and the screen is invaded by tiny scanlines that run the length of the picture. As it pulls back further we see the edges of a Tv screen come into view and it becomes clear that one of Hype’s opponents is watching his earlier interview with Toby Bostock.

CK: ONE....TWO....THREE! *Hype pauses for a few seconds* YOU JUST GOT KNOCKED THE FUCK OUT! Now believe that motha'fucka…

Maclay: I’ll believe it when I see it.

Finally the camera pans out enough to reveal Chris Maclay standing in front of the television, arms folded across his chest as he watches Hype wrap up his little segment. He turns round to face the camera, his surroundings blacked out giving the impression that only he and the Tv exist in this space.

Maclay: See the way I remember it goes something like this; ONE…TWO…THREE! *pause for dramatic effect* YOU JUST GOT PINNED BY A GIRL! Yeah, I’m pretty sure that’s how it went. Ya see --

Maclay’s words are cut off as his pirate friend darts into view, his expressions eager and excited.

Jayne: Are ye done with the TV? Can I put Rochelle, Rochelle back on now?

The Essex native brings a hand to his face in order to rub the impending migraines away from his forehead as a sigh of frustration escapes his lips.

Maclay: Yes, fine, take it.

The happy pirate circles round the television set and takes a hold of the stand, wheeling it off toward the couch to once again partake in a young girl’s erotic journey across western Europe.

Maclay: But keep the lights off, I got a mood thing going here.

He turns back to face the camera which readjusts it’s position in order to centre on the Essex Beast, now nothing but total darkness surrounding him.

Maclay: So I’ve got your undivided attention, huh? Good to know. It’s good to know that in a fatal four way match all your focus will be on me, forgetting completely the other two tried and tested competitors that will be circling that ring. Rookie mistake my young padwan, you can’t afford to be forgetting about them, otherwise you’re gonna end up like you did last week, flat on your back with Kennedy on top of you. And I don’t mean in the good way.

He pauses, his steely gaze staring right into the camera, right into Carlos.

Maclay: Speaking of last week, you, like Jim before you, managed to cost me yet another win. Another line scratched into my loss column because my team mate decided to phone in his performance. I gotta say, I’m disappointed, in both of you. Jim O’Brien, the monster of TNT, and Carlos “The Hype” Kane. Two of TNT’s brightest new stars, and they manage to get their asses well and truly handed to them. For Christ sake, Jim’s being punked out Elrick. Elrick!

Maclay lets a slight chuckle escape through his lips as he shakes his head in disappointment.

Maclay: TNT’s next generation of superstars has left me sadly disillusioned, and I think it’s time that the old guard stepped back in and sorted things out. First things first, beat you’re cocky arse, and Swytch and Kennedy in this fatal fourway and procure my number one contendership to the Dual Crown. Then it’s a simple matter of bumping off the current holder, which let’s face it shouldn’t be too hard. Hell if Fozzy can do it…

He chuckles once again, easily amused by his own humour.

Maclay: Hype, Swytch, Kenn, I’ll see you all Tuesday. And Jim, if you’re watching, I’ll see you soon enough.

He leaves those words hanging in the darkness as a disconcerting smile spread across his face. He turns to his right in order to exit the screen, but his face drops as he spots something hideous off camera.

Maclay: Please, Jayne, for my sake, put your pants back on.

And with that he exits stage right, leaving the screen in total darkness as he shakes his head in disgust at the shenanigans of his personal assistant.

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