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Less than spectacular...; more than craptacular
Topic Started: Mar 13 2005, 02:51 PM (40 Views)
Flannel Dude
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The camera opens up on a vast field of seats which surround the floor, which at current is alive like a circulatory system; each coloured t-shirt working with the other to prepare the arena for the big show on Tuesdey.<-- not a typo. Just Australian. As the camera scrolls over the plastic seats, coloured so they read ‘UNM’ in huge lettering, a continuously growing ‘flapping’ sound eventuates into our ear drums. The camera continuos it’s rather soothing fade across the arena until the sound becomes so loud it cannot be ignored.

Cameraman: What the f-...VINJ!

The camera is violently shaken, blurring our image as the upside down face of our most beloved/annoying superstar falls from the sky.

Vinj: I have one of these.

Cameraman: Get off me!

Vinj: Pfft! You love it. You know you do.

Cameraman: No, I don’t. Now, get off! You’re wrecking the serenity dammit! And you’re too heavy for my shoulders.

Vinj: Nah, you’re just weak. Stop being such a pussy and film me properly.

Cameraman: Fine. Just, get off!

Vinj: Ok-ok.

Vinj falls forward off the cameraman’s shoulders and throws himself down about a dozen rows of chairs, ending feet up into the air. But Vinj doesn’t seem that hurt; his head bouncing from under the shelter of the chairs like a meerkat out of a burrow. His voice is raised, but not quite shouting.

Vinj: See that? How hardcore am I? I was all like-PIIIWWSCHCRSSSSH!! *crashing sound affects*

The cameraman leaves Vinj hanging for a response.

Vinj: C’mon, as if that wasn’t awesome. Stop being all ‘code of cameraman’-like. You’ve already talked out loud. S’not like anyone’s gonna care.

Cameraman: Fi-.

Vinj: Ha! I said ‘snot’. But, like, I said it as a real word, as an abbreviation of ‘it is not’. That was clever and dirty at the same time.

...

Vinj: Hey! C’mon. Talk.

Cameraman: Yes. Riveting.

Vinj: Yeah, I thought so too.

Cameraman: So was their any intended purpose for thi-

Vinj: Hey! A round shiny object!!

Vinj dives back onto the wood floors and out of our view.

Cameraman: like I had to ask...

Vinj pops back up onto his feet, petting the shiny bit of round metal in his hand.

Vinj: Mmmm, currency. *drools*

Cameraman: Look, I have a schedule so if you wouldn’t mind.

Vinj: Schedule? What the hell you talkin’ ‘bout? Your schedule is my schedule. You work for ME.

Cameraman: No, I work for Madison Lee. You know her. That chick who INSISTS on putting you in Dual Crown Championship matches even though you suck.

Vinj: Awww, why you have to be so mean? Now I’m gonna have to rearrange your appendages in an unorderly like fashion, and everybody loses that way. Well, except me. I kinda enjoy that stuff. But then again, you’re replaceable. No one’s gonna miss you if you happen to ‘disappear’. So I guess...everybody wins.

The snappy cameraman seems to have been silence as Vinj gets up from his seat. Vinj then begins to slowly walk towards the end of the row of flip-down chairs, though his eyes do not release the cameraman of his stair.

Vinj: But me...I’m irreplaceable. Original. I’m not a cut-out psycho like Swytch. A nerve-twitching, mouse dissecting, conscious-lacking faucet of primal emotion. I’m not just another, ‘good-guy, let’s be friends,’ face like Dez or Max Corona. I mean what’s this ‘Oh, I recognise your talent’ crap, Dez? Sam doesn’t respect you. Which means you’re respecting someone that does not respect you in return. That just doesn’t work. Trust me, I’ve tried it. By doing it you only show that you don’t respect yourself enough demand respect from others. And that would mean you’re full of pussy-talk, Dez. Just another squeaky clitoris in a field of yapping whores we call the ‘talent pool’ of TNT.

Vinj reaches the end of the row and begins a slow decent back up to the camerman.,

Vinj: I’m glad I don’t intimidate you Dez. That way I know when I castrate you that you’ll have no excuse not to defend yourself. No quivering nerves or fear in the back of your head to distract you when you’re body is being flung around the ring like a plastic bag in an ungodly storm. And you, Sam. TNT’s leading rising star. Can’t say I’ve kept a detailed journal of your progress, but I know enough. Your record is just about spotless.

Vinj’s emotionless facial expression soon cracks into a cynical smirk dipping like a soup ladle. A sharp ‘huff’ is then exhaled from his lungs as he continues his speech.

Vinj: Mine was like that at the start. I was 4 and 0 before I hit the big leagues and had me my first lost. But you’ve been up against some decent competitors already. Bill Kuriyama and Swytch, specifically. But as far as I know, you never pinned Swytch and your win over Bill wasn’t exactly...convincing. So here you are. Against a three-time Dual Crown Championship Contender. Seems kinda ironic – that someone could be granted so many shots in such a short space of time, lose, and still be considered worthy for a title shot. But I digress. This week you get the opportunity to face a real live superstar fresh off the Dee-Cee scene. A top rate, second-rater. They don’t get any better than me. Not exactly the most desirable trait I’ll admit, but at the moment it’s all I’ve got. I’ve been backed into a corner. Madison has obviously seen the signs. Three straight losses. I get the distinct impression this ‘For the Hell of it Match’ has more meaning than it’s title would like to admit. As one’s star is tested with the bottom feeders, a bottom feeders star is tested against that of a could-be Dual Crown Champion. This week you will find out if a hair cut a week of training can give you what you need to boost yourself up towards that big bright star on the TNT skyline. And this week...I’ll do what I always do. I throw people around a ring until they can’t get up.

By this time Vinj is about three steps below the cameraman.

Vinj: So what do I do with you?

Cameraman: Nothing?

Vinj: How about I give you a head start?

Camerman: For what?

Vinj: For a race. See which one of us can split your kneecaps the fastest.

Vinj grins and nods his eyebrows to signal that, 'yes, I'm delirously serious'.

Cameraman: Uhhh-

We unceremoniously fade on this less than spectacular more than craptacular rp, leaving us to assume the cameraman had the smarts to carefully place the expensive equipment on the ground before running away.
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