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| Tweet Topic Started: Apr 4 2005, 08:20 AM (42 Views) | |
| Jason | Apr 4 2005, 08:20 AM Post #1 |
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As the Millennium Dome is being filled with the loyal fans of Full Intensity Wrestling, the Anarchy in the UK! Tron begins to display a scene that is going on in the backstage. A cameraman then slowly pans the camera around the parking garage as it comes to a halt at the sighting of a Black Limosuine pulling into the lot. The vehicle comes to a stop along a wall inside of the dome, as the engine is turned off and the driver door of the limosuine is opened. A short chubby looking man steps out of the door and proceeds his way down to the passenger side door in the back. Reaching out his hand to the door handle and pulling it open, the camera zooms in to see none other than the Extreme Chaos Champion Evan McKinley! Once out of the vehicle, Evan reaches back in to grab his Championship belt from the seat as the driver begins to speak to him. Driver: Sir, would you like help with your bags? Evan: Does it look like I need help with my bags? Am I in a wheelchair or something? What do you think I'm a midget and can't lift my own bag? Driver: No sir, it's my job. Evan: Just hurry up and get my bag dammit! I don't have all fucking day... The driver seems irritated with Evan's rudeness but complies with his requests and heads toward the trunk of the vehicle. Pulling a ring of keys from his pocket as he fumbles with them to find the right one, finally he finds the right key and inserts it into the slot instantly popping the trunk open as he reaches in and pulls out a medium sized suitcase from out the trunk before setting on the ground and rolling it over to McKinley who grabs it from his hand and begins to walk off but is suddenly stopped by the voice of the driver. Driver: Ahem...Excuse me. Evan: Now what do you want? Driver: *Raising his hand out palm up.* Sir, I have to support my family. Can I please get a tip? Evan turns around as he digs into his pockets pulling out a pen and a piece of paper. The camera angle given cannot see what exactly Evan is writing down on the paper but Evan soon turns around to the driver and hands him the folder up peice of paper. The driver then unfolds the paper and written on it appears to be the signature of Evan McKinley, seeming disappointed he begins to speak once again. Driver: Sir, what I am gonna do with this? Evan: I could give a fuck less. Sell it on Ebay or wipe your ass with it, just get out of my sight. The driver then quickly stuffs the paper into his coat pocket and heads back towards the driver door as the camera and Evan leave him and begin to head into the actual backstage area of the Millennium Dome. As Evan pushes through the door he is met by none other then the very attractive Slam! Interviewer Rebecca Hunter. Wearing her usual skimpy outfits that she wears, walks up to Evan and proceeds to talk to him. Rebecca: Hey Evan, do you think I can get an interview? Evan: *Hesitating* Uhhh..I don't know. I have to go talk to Jack, unless you know where Dean is? Rebecca: No I don't know where Dean is, I haven't seen him yet. But c'mon, you have time to get an interview in before your match. You've got plenty of time. Adjusting her shirt to show more cleavage to the champ as he begins to stare down at her chest before replying. Evan: I guess I can do a quick interview, but I can't stay too long! Rebecca: Thank you, well then lets get started if you've got so much to do! On the last Slam! you were in a three man contenders gauntlet for the Extreme Chaos Champion. After defeating Elrick and Toan, you practically layed down for Dean. Why is this? Evan: What are you talking about, *Laughing* he practically knocked me out with that punch! Rebecca: We all saw that he missed, we're not that stupid ya'know. Evan: Ok you want to know the truth, I'm doing the smart thing and keeping the title around my waist! By letting Dean win, I will surely retain this title here tonight. Rebecca: I see, but isn't that just a waste of your time? Evan: Hell No it isn't, I'm keeping this damn title around my waist because I am the best damn Extreme Chaos Champion ever to grace the wonderful show Slam! Evan seems a little frustrated with the question from Rebecca but continues to go with the interview, as she brings the microphone back to his lips Evan stops her and grabs the microphone from her. Evan: Look I'm tired of everyone asking me the same damn questions. Why did you cross over? Why did you do this? Wah Wah Wah… Who fucking gives a rats ass? You know, ever since I’ve been here on Slam!, I’ve had nothing but respect from everyone and then I make a choice that is only going to further my career. Then suddenly its like a shift of fucking of weight on a see-saw, now I’m hated and disrespected by everyone. Evan then throws the microphone down on the ground and walks off past Rebecca toward the locker room area, as he passes his locker room he opens the door and slides in his suitcase before leaving it once again and heading down the hall. Finally, he comes across a door with the nameplate saying: General Manager Jack Manson. McKinley then knocks on the door before proceeding to push it open and walk right in, Jack is seen sitting at a desk with random paperwork strung across it and his feet kicked up as if he we’re relaxing. Jack: Can I help you Evan? Evan: I was just wondering if you’ve seen Dean around by any chance? Jack: Nope, not yet. May I ask why? Evan: Just looking to talk over our match tonight. Jack: Ahh I see, well if I see hi…..Jack is interrupted by a knock on the door and they both await to see who it is. |
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| Steve | Apr 4 2005, 11:52 PM Post #2 |
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The knock is heard again and this time Evan reaches out grabbing the door knob and opening it. A FIW official stands before him out of breath. Jack stands from his desk as the man catches his breath and addresses him. Manson: "What is it?" The man who is hunched over holding his knees sucking in breath. He straightens at the back still looking winded and begins to speak. FIWO: "It's Dean....." Before the official can continue he is interupted by a concerned Manson. Manson: "Has something happen to him?" FIWO: "No he's been trying to reach you!" Manson: "He hasn't been ca......" Jack looks down at his phone and notices that his main line light is on. Manson: "Who the fuck is using my private line?" Jack presses the speakerphone button and the conversation begins to fill the room a man with a deep voice and a lisp is heard on the other end. [align=center]"So you like tossing salad do you. I can't wait for you to....."[/align] Manson: "Who the fuck is that on my line?" The line goes quiet and then a squeaky voice is heard quickly over the speaker. [align=center]"Oh no, I'm so sorry!"[/align] Jack's face crumples as he recognizes the voice on the other end and Evan and the Officials faces are distorted in disgust. Manson: "Noon is that you?" [align=center]"I've gotta go, Peter."[/align] The deep voice with the lisp comes over the speaker again. [align=center]"Call me when you get back to the states, J....."[/align] Before the voice can finish the name the phone goes to dial tone and Jack is seen shaking his head trying to get the thought of that phone call out of his head. He then hangs the phone up and goes to speak to the official again. Though as he begins to speak the phone begins ringing. Jack presses the button for the speaker phone and greats whoever is on the other line. Manson: "Manson speaking." From the other end comes a choppy cell phone connection and the familiar voice of Dean Venchenzo. Dean: "Jack I've been trying to reach you all day!" Manson: "Yeah. Someone was using my personal line without asking! What's up?" Dean: "I got a call last night that my brother had been in a car wreck and I had to go to the states and support my family." Manson: "Oh shit is he alright?" Evan chimes in as well. Evan: "Yeah man is he alright?" Dean: "Who is that?" Manson: "Oh Evan is here with me. He was just looking for you." Dean: "Good because I needed to speak with both of you." A bunch of garble comes over the speaker as it seems Venchenzo has gone into a bad cell service area. Dean: "......so I need your help." Manson: "Need our help with what?" Dean: "With what I just told you." Manson: "You were garbled." Dean: "Shit. Long story short. My wallet got stolen and I'm stuck in the states. I won't be able to be at Anarchy in the UK unless I can get the money up to get back to the UK." Jack closes his eyes and lower his head in frustration and doesn't say a word. After about a minute of silence Dean speaks. Dean: "Jack, Evan....are you guys there?" Manson: "Yeah I'm here....*sigh*....I can't help you. My budget is run up on this pay per view and my wife would flip if I spent anymore of my personal money." Evan: "I'm strapped too. I'm waiting for my Anarchy pay out just to make my house payment." Silence now comes from Dean's end and he sighs. Dean: "Jack I need a release to work an indy show then so I can earn enough to get back. Can you fax one to me?" Manson: "Yeah....." Jack lifts the phone from the reciever so that the phone call becomes private and then digs in his drawer pulling out a form and begins to fill it out as he speaks with Dean. Evan stands with a look of concern in his eyes as he now is unsure of who his opponent could be if Dean does not return in time. |
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| Jason | Apr 5 2005, 03:09 AM Post #3 |
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Evan still with the worried look on his face, looks over to Jack before speaking out to the GM. Evan: First of all, what the fuck was that Tossing of the Salad shit? Jack: I have no idea, but it sure did sound like Jeff Noon... Evan: I always thought he was a little fruity.. Jack: A little??? Evan and Jack both sight with disappointment of the Slam! Interviewer, but return to their conversation rather quickly. Evan: So do you think Dean will make it in time? Jack: Of course he will, but Evan I gotta get those papers faxed over so he can actually make it here on time. Evan: I understand. Well than, I am gonna go wonder through the building or something. Who knows I might go find Noon and question him on his little Salad Tossing convo. Jack: Alright Evan, I will have a message delivered to you when I hear from Dean again. Evan: Ok Jack, I'll talk to you later. Evan turns around with his title draped across his shoulder and heads for the door, as he reaches the door he pushes it open and heads out into the hallway leaving Jack back at his desk signing papers for Dean to be sent out. Once in the hallway, Evan turns to his left to head down the hall as the camera slowly fades and the scene cuts away. |
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