Post by Brad Windsor on Feb 23, 2011 12:05:02 GMT -5
The scene opens on Kahlan and Shawn adorned in gold, with Charlie Coors standing in-between the two holding a microphone up to his lips. Both Clarkson and Dreamer have the replica of the tag team titles draped over their left shoulders, while Kahlan has the TV title also on her right.
Coors: Ladies and Gentlemen right now I’m standing next to the members of the Legion, the Cut Squad, Kahlan and Shawn Dreamer. Now guys, this past week on TNT it was an eventful night for you, first you had your stable mate, Santiago beaten up into a pulp and put in a bag… a more common way of saying it would be, Dominik got buried. NVX, an EVPW insurgent showed up on TNT and issued out an open challenge that you guys took up, and finally at the main event Kabul and Beast successfully defended their titles against you. Now Shawn here seems to be concentrated on the King of the Death Match title and you Kahlan, have Millson to worry about. Where does that leave you where the tag titles are considered?
Suddenly, Kahlan’s brows shoot up and she grabs at Coors’ microphone hand and swings it to the front of her own mouth.
“Tell me he didn’t just say I had Millson to worry about.”
Frowning, Shawn attacks the Mic hand and brings it to his mouth.
“He did.”
Now Kahlan takes the hand back.
“Charlie…”
Shawn grabs at the hand.
“Do you mean the Millson who is in league with his Da’ and the thirty six year old?”
Coors: That’s corr-
Kahlan robs the Mic hand.
“I’m not scared of Trickshot in disguise!”
Coors: No he isn’t Trickshot, he doesn’t wear a mask.
Looking shocked for once Kahlan doesn’t have to bring the microphone to her mouth by herself. Instead she places her hands on her heart and stumbles back a step.
Coors: Kahlan… Kahlan are you all right?
Kahlan regains the control of her balance and takes a step back to where she was standing before.
“I always wondered how Trickshot had finally grown up to his full height… but… but Millson wasn’t him? My God this is a revelation. But… but if Millson is not Trickshot in disguise, then… NO! It can’t be! Are you telling me he is Jeff Young?! But… but this Millson can’t speak English as good as Jeff!”
Charlie: He is not Jeff Yo-
Now Shawn steals the microphone.
“Fuck you Charlie! First you tell us Kahlan needs to worry about Millson and then you tell us he isn’t Trickshot or Jeff Young? Then why would anyone has to worry about him? He isn’t Jeff or Trick and he has jobbed to Reeves. How the hell does that make any sense? That makes any sense to you Kahlan?”
“Um… no, but that was brilliant. Millson isn’t wearing any masks and he is still looks like Bessie.”
Coors: Who is Bessie?
“Bessie the goat… Shit, it doesn’t matter who Bessie is. I wanted to address another issue. Watch this while I find a glass of water.”
Abruptly, the scene fades away and instead it opens up on a GHW classic.
'KaHLaN rolls off moaning and groaning, crying for her mother. Abs though, who had stood there and watched the crazy performance immediately grabs a hold of the decapitated man and starts to drag him all the way towards the top of the entrance ramp. At the top he gets himself disposed of the heavy load by throwing him over the edge to land sickly next to his beloved partner on the harsh concrete ten feet below. Another gasp follows from the crowd. As Abs stares down and notices that Metal Dragon is stirring and stubbornly trying to get up. Johnny takes a deep breath, takes a few strides back and then runs. He runs straight over the edge and suicide dives towards the bowed man. Head first; he is driven in between the shoulder blades of MD as both men topple down one crashing atop the other. Bodies seize to move. Unexpectedly, a round of fireworks, which deviously have been planted in that region before, set off. The flashes of gold and silver pleasing to the eye start to burn the flesh right off the three knocked out men, Johnny, Dragon and Oliveira, trapped amongst the fire fight. Smoke rises, so much that the screaming forms are concealed underneath its widespread sheath.
KaHLaN gets up and starts to run as if she is running for her life. She gets up to the top of the stage and changes course to her left, running somewhere behind the stage and out of view. A minute passes and the explosives continue to rain down on seemingly lost bodies. Unexpectedly a limy green, Mini Miner is driven into the gym stadium from the eastern entryway and is driven with a speed of 40 mph to the top of the steel railings before the identity of the only occupant becomes obvious. KaHLaN! The car continues to drive until it dives over into the explosives and smoke and a crashing sound is followed as it lands amongst blaze and atop lost Fighty fighty persons. Another explosion follows this one bigger than any mere firework as the tanker of the car is set on sparks. Only smoke and fire is visible in that corner and nothing more.'
We come back to where Charlie and his guests were standing before, only there is neither Charlie, nor a Dreamer anymore. There is only Kahlan holding a microphone and drinking from a bottle of Smirnoff.
“Jake, you see this? You pulled out a Pavor and stole something that belonged to me. What’s more is that last week, you rudely interrupted me from taking back what you stole from me.”
Kahlan takes another swig.
“You might still be holding what you stole from me-”
From behind the camera, “Cut to the point woman, I have a Dustin Decimation schedule to keep.”
“Well, the point is Jake, that you may call yourself the Head Hunter, but once you step into that Cage with me tonight you’ll be locked in with a… with a…”
“With an Emo?”
“Fuck you! Fuck this! I think I’m too drunk to do this right now. Bottom line is this, Jake this is you” Kahlan brings up a palm, “and this is me” she quickly fishes out the infamous knife known as little K and cuts a delicate cross over the palm of her hand.
“CUT, CUT!”
“You are gonna end up on a MySpace page Jake. Adios.”
END
Coors: Ladies and Gentlemen right now I’m standing next to the members of the Legion, the Cut Squad, Kahlan and Shawn Dreamer. Now guys, this past week on TNT it was an eventful night for you, first you had your stable mate, Santiago beaten up into a pulp and put in a bag… a more common way of saying it would be, Dominik got buried. NVX, an EVPW insurgent showed up on TNT and issued out an open challenge that you guys took up, and finally at the main event Kabul and Beast successfully defended their titles against you. Now Shawn here seems to be concentrated on the King of the Death Match title and you Kahlan, have Millson to worry about. Where does that leave you where the tag titles are considered?
Suddenly, Kahlan’s brows shoot up and she grabs at Coors’ microphone hand and swings it to the front of her own mouth.
“Tell me he didn’t just say I had Millson to worry about.”
Frowning, Shawn attacks the Mic hand and brings it to his mouth.
“He did.”
Now Kahlan takes the hand back.
“Charlie…”
Shawn grabs at the hand.
“Do you mean the Millson who is in league with his Da’ and the thirty six year old?”
Coors: That’s corr-
Kahlan robs the Mic hand.
“I’m not scared of Trickshot in disguise!”
Coors: No he isn’t Trickshot, he doesn’t wear a mask.
Looking shocked for once Kahlan doesn’t have to bring the microphone to her mouth by herself. Instead she places her hands on her heart and stumbles back a step.
Coors: Kahlan… Kahlan are you all right?
Kahlan regains the control of her balance and takes a step back to where she was standing before.
“I always wondered how Trickshot had finally grown up to his full height… but… but Millson wasn’t him? My God this is a revelation. But… but if Millson is not Trickshot in disguise, then… NO! It can’t be! Are you telling me he is Jeff Young?! But… but this Millson can’t speak English as good as Jeff!”
Charlie: He is not Jeff Yo-
Now Shawn steals the microphone.
“Fuck you Charlie! First you tell us Kahlan needs to worry about Millson and then you tell us he isn’t Trickshot or Jeff Young? Then why would anyone has to worry about him? He isn’t Jeff or Trick and he has jobbed to Reeves. How the hell does that make any sense? That makes any sense to you Kahlan?”
“Um… no, but that was brilliant. Millson isn’t wearing any masks and he is still looks like Bessie.”
Coors: Who is Bessie?
“Bessie the goat… Shit, it doesn’t matter who Bessie is. I wanted to address another issue. Watch this while I find a glass of water.”
Abruptly, the scene fades away and instead it opens up on a GHW classic.
'KaHLaN rolls off moaning and groaning, crying for her mother. Abs though, who had stood there and watched the crazy performance immediately grabs a hold of the decapitated man and starts to drag him all the way towards the top of the entrance ramp. At the top he gets himself disposed of the heavy load by throwing him over the edge to land sickly next to his beloved partner on the harsh concrete ten feet below. Another gasp follows from the crowd. As Abs stares down and notices that Metal Dragon is stirring and stubbornly trying to get up. Johnny takes a deep breath, takes a few strides back and then runs. He runs straight over the edge and suicide dives towards the bowed man. Head first; he is driven in between the shoulder blades of MD as both men topple down one crashing atop the other. Bodies seize to move. Unexpectedly, a round of fireworks, which deviously have been planted in that region before, set off. The flashes of gold and silver pleasing to the eye start to burn the flesh right off the three knocked out men, Johnny, Dragon and Oliveira, trapped amongst the fire fight. Smoke rises, so much that the screaming forms are concealed underneath its widespread sheath.
KaHLaN gets up and starts to run as if she is running for her life. She gets up to the top of the stage and changes course to her left, running somewhere behind the stage and out of view. A minute passes and the explosives continue to rain down on seemingly lost bodies. Unexpectedly a limy green, Mini Miner is driven into the gym stadium from the eastern entryway and is driven with a speed of 40 mph to the top of the steel railings before the identity of the only occupant becomes obvious. KaHLaN! The car continues to drive until it dives over into the explosives and smoke and a crashing sound is followed as it lands amongst blaze and atop lost Fighty fighty persons. Another explosion follows this one bigger than any mere firework as the tanker of the car is set on sparks. Only smoke and fire is visible in that corner and nothing more.'
We come back to where Charlie and his guests were standing before, only there is neither Charlie, nor a Dreamer anymore. There is only Kahlan holding a microphone and drinking from a bottle of Smirnoff.
“Jake, you see this? You pulled out a Pavor and stole something that belonged to me. What’s more is that last week, you rudely interrupted me from taking back what you stole from me.”
Kahlan takes another swig.
“You might still be holding what you stole from me-”
From behind the camera, “Cut to the point woman, I have a Dustin Decimation schedule to keep.”
“Well, the point is Jake, that you may call yourself the Head Hunter, but once you step into that Cage with me tonight you’ll be locked in with a… with a…”
“With an Emo?”
“Fuck you! Fuck this! I think I’m too drunk to do this right now. Bottom line is this, Jake this is you” Kahlan brings up a palm, “and this is me” she quickly fishes out the infamous knife known as little K and cuts a delicate cross over the palm of her hand.
“CUT, CUT!”
“You are gonna end up on a MySpace page Jake. Adios.”
END
