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| Enter the Dragon; A cookie to anyone who remembers him.... | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jul 20 2010, 06:16 AM (43 Views) | |
| Steve | Jul 20 2010, 06:16 AM Post #1 |
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CLACK..KLOP..CLACK..KLOP..CLAP..CLOCK..CLAP..CLOCK...This is the sound of a pair of size 16 (US) custom made black leather cowboy boots with a fresh shine one would assume would be for the event of the upcoming pay per view, Summer of Sin. As the camera pans slowly up from the floor blue jeans, a black t-shirt, and a black ball cap with the bill curled tightly and pulled low down over its owners eyes just enough that they can see where they are going. However, judging by the attire and massive frame of the man strolling down the corridors in between all the trucks parked in the Las Vegas desert for the promotions summer outside event. It would be easy to assume that Bo-Jack was the one kicking around sand with his freshly cleaned boots as he seems to be in search of something. Bo-Jack: “S’cuse me fella…” Bo comes to a halt as he approaches a man guiding another man with a forklift moving some cement slabs for the stage. When he has the forklift in a safe position he calls the driver to a halt and tells him to kill the engine while he turns his attention to Bo-Jack who stands easily a foot taller than the backstage worker. Forklift Guide: “Yeah?” Bo-Jack: “You happen to see or know where I can find a feller by the name of Dragon?” The backstage worker brings his hand up to the back of his head scratching his scalp as he thinks. He looks at a loss briefly and then something seems to click in his mind as he wags his index finger in the direction of Bo and then turns the direction down the hall toward what appears to be a wrestler with his back to them. Forklift Guide: “I think but don’t hold me to it because I’m still on my first month with the company and I’m not familiar with all the wrestlers yet…but that guy right there said his name was Dragon something or another.” Bo-Jack: “Hey fella that makes two of us. If you say you heard him say his name was Dragon that is good enough for me because I wouldn’t know any better myself. Thank you, par’ner.” Bo extends his hand to the backstage worker who returns his hand and shakes the wrestlers. Big Daddy releases after the shake and gives the worker a pat on the shoulder as he moves past and toward the wrestler with his back to him. As he approaches he slows momentarily contemplating what to say and as he nears him he comes to a stop and clears his throat. This gains the attention of the wrestler who is still in his street clothes and talking with what appears to be another unrecognized wrestler. The wrestler believed to be Dragon turns around and finds he needs to turn his head upward quite a bit to see who is approaching him. Bo-Jack: “Dragon?” The wrestlers nods his head up and down clarifying that he is indeed named Dragon. Dragon: “Yeah that’s me.” Bo extends his hand and the wrestler named Dragon grasps his hand and they shake. Bo-Jack: “Bo-Jack…but you can call me Bo. It’s a pleasure to meet you par’ner.” Dragon: “Yeah I saw your last couple of matches and I have to say you are quite impressive.” Bo-Jack: “Thank you, par’ner. I have to say despite what the others have said about you, I respect what you contribute to FIW.” Dragon: “Wait…what? What do the other wrestlers say about me?” Bo-Jack looks embarrassed as he realizes that what he just said was not a common knowledge or at least not to this wrestler named, Dragon. Bo-Jack: “Doesn’t matter really. It’s the heart that matters and that is something you appear to have!” Dragon: “Wait…no. I want to know what they say about me?” Now being put on the spot Bo-Jack hesitates and stammers for a moment before just blurting it out quickly. Bo-Jack: “They say you are the biggest waste of ring space and that you never have or never will amount to anything.” Dragon or the wrestler named as such looks offended at first but then begins to laugh which only confuses Bo. Bo-Jack: “I reckoned you’d be upset about that?” The wrestler named Dragon waives his hands out in front of him as he continues to laugh. Dragon: “I think you have me mistaken. I think you are looking for “The Dragon” Michael Bonnette. I am “Dragon” Denny Towel, I used to wrestle in the brand split days on Tuesday Night Throwdown. I’m just here visiting some friends since I live in Vegas now.” Bo shakes his head in a confused state and looks at DDT with a puzzled expression. Bo-Jack: “Yeah sorry fella. Not a word about The Towel Dragon. Sorry but nice meeting you anyway. You know where I can find this Bonnette, feller?” DDT looks annoyed and shakes his head to say he does not know where Dragon is. Bo-Jack: “What about Rick Nuller? Have you seen him? We’ve both acknowledged each other in promos but haven’t met face to face.” Still annoyed Denny Towel throws a thumb over his shoulder as he turns back to his original conversation and addresses Bo one last time. DDT: “The wrestlers usually hang out by the ring prior to the pay per views. Reviewing their matches and shit.” With that he put a cold shoulder to Bo who gets the message loud a clear that DDT is not interested in talking and turns to head off toward the ring in search of Rick Nuller in hopes of a face to face meeting as the scene fades. |
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| Steve | Jul 22 2010, 06:12 AM Post #2 |
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[align=center]**COMMERCIAL** ”Are you lonely tonight?”[/align] Accompanying the voice of the attractive sounding woman is the face of an attractive looking woman or rather just the bright red lipsticked mouth area and the mouth piece of a phone. [align=center]”I GOT BITCHES!!!!”[/align] A rapper looking black man appears on the screen with a big smile on his face, bling everywhere and wads of cash in his hands. Beautiful women of all persuasions in scantily clad attire move around the luxury resort type brothel in the background. [align=center]”LAS VEGAS…NEWEST…LEGAL…GENTLEMEN…RETREAT!”[/align] Several of the brothel’s beautiful ‘Pleasure Therapists’ surround the black man and slide their hands all over him in a sexy fashion before looking into the camera and all at once say… [align=center]”TELL ‘EM SMITTY SENT YOU!”[/align] [align=center]DA PLAYAS GENTLEMEN’S RESORT[/align] [align=center]Boulder Highway just 5 miles north of the Boulder Station Casino Men finding their inner pleasure is our job![/align] [align=center]**FADE**[/align] The scene changes and Bo-Jack is seen leaning against some equipment crates in a location fairly close to the area where the ring is set up. He is on his cell phone talking as cameras begin their live feed. From his left enters his opponent for this Sunday in a non televised match at Summer of Sin who moves right for Bo as he continues to talk but his conversation is not audible to the cameras. That is until November finds his destination right in front of the massive FIW new comer. Bo-Jack: “You reckon I’d be able to claim a reservation around four thirr….” The phone call continues but as November closes in the audio of the phone call becomes audible for all to hear and Bo does not see him standing there at first. He then catches a glimpse of him out of the corner of his eye and then looks directly at November and then returns to his phone call briefly. Bo-Jack: “I’m sorry I’m gonna hafta call you back. Can I reach you directly at this number when I call back?” There is a short pause as the person on the other end of the phone speaks. November shifts on his feet impatiently. Bo-Jack: “I will call back later then. Good bye.” Bo folds his phone shut and then clips it onto his belt before turning his attention back to November. Bo-Jack: “Man…I’m not tellin’ you, ya gotta go because I completely understand what the experience is probably like seeing all the wrasslers up close. But man security catches you and you’ll miss this pay per view and it appears to be shapin’ up nicely.” November looks clearly annoyed that Bo appears to have no clue who he is. November: “You think I’m a mark?” Bo-Jack: “Nah man I’m not sure what your name is. Could be Billy or Will for all I know. I’m just tryin’ to give you a heads up so you don’t get ya’self kicked out is all.” November: “I’m a wrestler you moron. The boys look up to me as somewhat of a locker room leader and you should start paying some respect before I give you an early preview of our match this Sunday.” Bo-Jack: “You???” Bo attempts to hold in a laugh and does so somewhat successfully as he continues. Bo-Jack: “Wait I thought I was wrasslin’ Dragon before the pay per view. Never the less though I was born on a day and that day wasn’t yesterday. I know darn well some guy I never heard of ain’t no locker room leader. Now I’m gonna tell you what you don’t want to come at me like you are something because I’ll come at you like a farm dog on a fox fixin’ on your chickens. So if you don’t want a preview of our match on Sunday I suggest you back up out of my face!” November takes a couple steps back to give himself space between him and the mountain of an opponent he just realized in person he is facing this Sunday. Bo-Jack takes stance to fight and continues to speak. Bo-Jack: “If you want it…COME GET IT. But I guarantee you won’t like the result now just like you won’t like the result on Sunday when I give you beatin’s.” November: “I guess we’ll see on Sunday if this farm dog is all bark and no bite. Just remember I work stiff on new comers. Welcome to FIW!” Bo-Jack: “Run tuck tail now but I’ll get you on Sunday. I won’t just bite now that you poked at me. BE PREPARED FOR A MAULING, NOVEMBER!” Bo stares down November as he backs away and the scene fades. |
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