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| Tweet Topic Started: Nov 10 2011, 11:31 PM (28 Views) | |
| Ash | Nov 10 2011, 11:31 PM Post #1 |
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Capt. Ash Kapow~!
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The scene fades in at a local gymnasium, where a basic ring has been set up in the middle of the hall. As Dragon and November put one another through their paces in the ring, the camera pans around, revealing Damien Holburn drinking from a bottle of water. Dressed only in a pair of blue shorts, along with black knee pads and white sneakers, it is clear that he is in the gym for some practice and is waiting his turn to enter the ring. As he screws the cap back on the bottle, Damien acknowledges the camera by arching his eyebrows. Damien: "Keith Williams, where you at?" A smirk creeps across Damien's face as he takes a step back, before turning and placing the bottle of water on a bench behind him. Turning back to the camera, Damien claps his hands together and chuckles. Damien: "I lay down a challenge Sunday night and here we are on Thursday - or Jeudi as we're in France - and no-one has heard from you. I guess being sleazy isn't as easy as you claim, otherwise you'd find time in your schedule to throw a few choice remarks in my direction. That is, unless, you're ignoring me like before. Showing disrespect like before. Pissing me off. Like before." As he mutters the last sentence, Damien rolls his head from side-to-side, illicting a popping sound from his neck. Strangely, Damien looks more relieved than in pain, suggesting he was expecting the sound. Damien: "Perhaps you're waiting until the end of the week to say your piece. That way, you get the last word in. You manipulate the scenario to your favour by throwing out a video at the eleventh hour, making it impossible for me to get in front of a camera before the show kicks off. You let people think you're in control of the situation and that I'm the guy with nothing to say, when I think you'll find that I've got more than my fair share of words to exchange with you, Keith Williams. Which is why I'm stood in front of a camera, calling you out for the second time this week." Raising his right hand, Damien holds up two fingers to indicate the two seperate occasions for calling Keith out, then points into the camera with the index finger. Damien: "Or maybe, Keith, you'll just do your favourite party trick and no-show the match. You've got quite the reputation for just disappearing at the drop of a dime, back to Hollywood to get your moustache trimmed and some more grease in your hair. Last time someone no-showed me, I ended up acting as a referee whilst Max Rowley wrestled a broomstick. And for as much as I enjoyed that - I promise you - it won't be happening again." Despite the half grin on Tornado's face, he shakes his head to back up his comment. Damien: "If I find out you're balking on the match, I'll meet you at the departures lounge and I'll drag you back to Saint Denis by your moustache, Keith. I'll drag you out to the middle of that ring and I will punish you." Narrowing his eyes and screwing up his nose for an angry face, Damien nods in the affirmative. As he drops the expression, he turns and grabs the bottle of water from behind him, unscrews the cap and takes a swig on the contents. Wiping his mouth with the back of his left hand, Damien takes a second swig, then puts the cap back on. Damien: "I find it funny, though - strange, even - that through all of this, the disrespect and the silence, I still want to make it a competitive match. I don't just want to slap you around and hit the Tornado DDT or the Ragin' Tornado to put you away. I wouldn't get any satisfaction from that. It'd be no different to beating up a rag doll. I want you there, Keith, and I want you to wrestle. That's why I want the King of Old School. If I'm going to get respect out of you, Keith, I want to have earned it. I know the King will take me to my limit with some honour. But the Sultan of Sleaze as you've dubbed yourself, well, that name says it all really." Again, Damien shakes his head, showing disdain for the name and the gimmick. Yet, through it all, he smirks. Damien: "Dig deep, Keith. Find your self-respect. I want the Keith Williams that brings the fight. The fans, no matter what country we step foot into, want that same Keith Williams. We don't want the lazy, unreliable Hollywood Playboy. If I'm going to win this match on Sunday, I want to be beating wrestling royalty, not gutter trash!" With the right index finger fired up, Tornado points accusingly into the camera lens once more. As he looks to carry on, a loud crash comes from behind the camera, drawing Damien's gaze up. The camera spins around, showing November on his back in the middle of the ring, whilst Dragon stands hunched over, exhausted from their battle. As the camera tries to turn back around, Damien meets it half way on his way toward the ring, then glances over his left shoulder to address the viewing audience one final time. Damien: "Keith. Williams. Royalty. Or riot." Tornado sneers at the camera, then breaks into a sprint and charges the ring. Damien slides under the bottom rope, scrambles to his feet and rushes at Dragon. Before the long-suffering enhancement talent can react, Damien hooks his head in a front chancery and jumps up, then swings around and drops backward, planting Dragon head-first in the canvas with the Tornado DDT. Damien bounces back to his feet and glares down at Dragon, before lifting his gaze and pointing at the camera as the scene fades out. [align=center][end][/align] |
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