Sycho Sam
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The Hardcore Headbanger
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Post by Sycho Sam on Jun 18, 2011 16:11:50 GMT -5
(this takes place at the end of FNC #9)
The scene opens with Lachlan Smith running his fists one after another into a heavy punching bag thats hanging in the middle of the picture. As the camera rotates around, the setting of the room is revealed. The place appears to be a locker room that's nearly trashed, a few broke bottles are lying around the floor, a solitary lightbulb hanging on a thread from the cieling sways sideways, giving the room a very decrepit and run down atmosphere. A patch of blood can be seen splashed on one of the walls, though in a very dried state. Mr. Jalal Ansari and the same two thugs that took Havok away in the hearse on FNC#8 can be seen sitting on the dirty, unwashed marble floor, passing around a joint and having a 'smoke up' session. Jimmi Hendrix's Voodo Child can be heard being played in the background as Mr. Ansari and his two thugs have a conversation in Urdu. This causes Lachlan to snap somewhat.
"For FUCKS sake, can't you people converse in English? I mean it's not like you guys don't even speak it, right?"
Ansari and his goons stare back at Lachlan, incensed, and the portly South Asian is about to retort before the room door burts open and The Hardcore Headbanger walks in - drunk as fuck. In an instant, Ansari forgets all about Lachlan and turns his gaze towards Sam.
"Where the fuck were you? I've been looking all over the fucking arena for you, you asshole!" [/color] Sam stumbles back and forth, obviously too drunk to stand still. Lachlan walks over with a wooden chair and slaps Sam a couple times before making him sit on it. Somewhat back in his senses now, Sam looks around and smells the air in the locker room a bit before replying to Ansari. "Fuck that. Guess who I fucking found in some local bar."
"Who?"Just then, the trio of Ansari, Sam and Lachlan are greeted with a familiar voice.[/center] TBC by they know who. (and uh, random thread title ftw XD)
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Post by Sean Danielsen on Jun 19, 2011 5:32:20 GMT -5
"The last TWF World Champ..."
-The handsome tone of voice is heard behind the door that was swung open by Sam but has now swung back and shut. As a moment passes, a couple of footsteps are heard outside the room and just then, the door gets a heavy push and lashes wide open. The camera stays fixed for a few seconds and now the figure of a man can be seen who's standing still with a charismatic posture. Wearing blue jeans, a black full-sleeved shirt with the first couple of buttons opened and an expensive-looking pair of black, casual boots, it's almost as if the camera loves this guy or vice versa-
"Ladies.. be fucking amazed!"
-Back at the other end of the room, Ansari and Smith are frozen in a complete state of shock as a pin-drop silence has invaded the atmosphere. But the South Asian is the first to come out of outright astonishment and speak-
"SEAN!"
-Uttering the word out off the top of his lungs, Ansari rushes forward and greets the man who has now walked into the room with a big hug. But before he could do so, the South Asian promoter is pushed away with a disgusted feeling-
"Get away from me you fat fuck!"
-The reaction is definite rejection, but it is still somewhat confirmed that the man is named "Sean", as announced by Ansari. Now, pushing the invitation to an embrace away, Sean repels off. He glances a look around the trashed locker room as a displeased expression ascends over his face-
"What the fuck have you guys done to this place!? Is this how all the rooms look like around here?"
-At this point, Ansari has been filled with curiosity and excitement, and while going through this phase, he doesn't give a horse's shit to how he's being treated or what else is being talked about. He makes yet another puzzled attempt to speak, trying to inquire about Sean-
"Where have you been man!? The last time I saw you was like 3 years ago!"
"Yeah.. I was busy living a life, unlike you jackasses. And would somebody even tell me what the fuck this place is supposed to be?"
-Lachlan Smith had been quietly observing the whole situation. Looking quite unimpressed and annoyed, Smith is the next one to comment-
"This is our locker room. Care to explain what you're doing here? And where the hell were you all this time?"
"Well, your boy Sammy met me at the bar.. and he told me about this whole "LET'S TAKE OVER THE WORLD" act that you nutjobs have going on, so I decided to have a look at what you kiddies are upto. And me? Well.. wrestling has always been a pain in the ass for me and just as the whole TWF thing shut down, I decided to quit and get a much sexier job. I became a MODEL! Posing for Playgirl magazines.. ooo yeaah!"
-Hearing the last line of Sean's speech, Lachlan shares a sarcastic laugh with one of Ansari's bodyguards, clearly trying to insult the Rockstar and showing his disrespect towards him-
"Playgirl magazines? Haha.. mate, you've come at the wrong place. This is where men come for serious business. We don't puss around here.."
"What can I say? Shitfaces like you are always jealous of me.. cause at the end of the day, I have SEXY WOMEN crawling ALL over my hot body! And you? Hah! Yeah.. laugh all you want."
-Before Smith could get any angrier and make the situation worse, he's stopped by Ansari who signals him to back off and stay put. The South Asian was already very much interested in what the Rockstar was saying, so he awaits for Sean to speak up again-
"Anyways.. I'm getting late for a photoshoot, so let me just tell you why I'm really here. I was looking for a way back into wrestling, and when Sam gave me the offer, I knew this was going to be something interesting.. but too bad it's not. So now.. if you ladies would excuse me, I'll be heading out."
-The tense atmosphere cools down a bit on that note as Sean tries to make his exit. But soon enough, he's stopped by Ansari-
TBC
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Sycho Sam
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Post by Sycho Sam on Jun 19, 2011 11:32:46 GMT -5
"Sean, wait!"
The desperation in Ansari's tone of voice prompts The Rockstar-turned-Pornstar to turn around with a resigned look on his face.
"Alright, alright. I'm giving your obese ass a grand total of... FIVE minutes to give me a reason to stick around with you lot."
Ansari smiles, but in his mind he knows that he has to play his cards right if he is to have another Fighty fighty person join his ever growing entourage.
"Now Sean, even though you claim that wrestling was always a 'pain in the ass' for you, I know that deep down in your heart the case is, was and will always be different."
Sean raises an eyebrow but lets Ansari continue.
"I know that deep down in your heart you always loved wrestling. You loved the adoration of the audience, you loved the bumps, the bruises and the steel chairs. You loved every time you walked down the entrance ramp to give the fans what they came to see. You loved it when you came out on top against Painkiller in that brutal Electrical Barbed Wire Explosive Deathmatch. And I KNOW you loved it when you defeated the likes of Demon, a future EVPW star, to capture that World Championship belt. Every bead of sweat, every drop of blood and every bitter tear - you loved it all. And let's face it. Wrestling - it's a labor of love. You don't do it because you want to get the fan's respect, or to get down with the ladies or even to get famous. You do it because you love doing it!
So what I'm offering you is an opportunity to return to the wrestling ring and relive your glory days. Because, Sean... let's be honest, okay? You've been gone for 3 years. The world of professional wrestling has become a hell lot more intense than it used to be. Do you seriously think that without the Death Squad's help you can actually last a single day in the modern day wrestling world? Do you? No you don't. I look into your eyes and I can sense your doubt, and that doubt is the only thing holding you back from re-entering the wrestling world.
You saw the Death Squad back in the day. You remember how we ran circles around everyone, don't you? So what I'm saying is this - come to GHW. Start wrestling again. And, as a member of the Death Squad."
Sean seems a lot more interested in Ansari's offer than he was before and he pushes Sam off his wooden chair. The Hardcore Headbanger falls onto the floor rather comically, like a ragdoll, and starts snoring as soon as his head hits the ground. Sean takes a seat and looks on intently at the Karachi native before him, motioning him to continue speaking. Ansari smirks, knowing that the ball is in his court now. He kneels, and looks Sean straight in the eyes.
"Listen to me, Sean. If you think for a second, that you can survive in the wrestling world today without the help of familiar faces, you're dead wrong. And you know that. The GHW roster is gonna chew you up and spit you out - you're gonna be humiliated. With the state of the industry today, you need friends. Friends that you can count on. And who better then the man who turned you from a Rockstar to a Pro-Wrestling star? The man who gave you opportunities every week to establish yourself 3 years ago? The man who put his faith in you and put you in that Elimination Chamber match knowing that you would give the best performance of your life? No one else wanted to take you on, every other wrestling promoter dismissed you as a joke - a rock n roll celebrity trying to expand his fanbase. But I knew you could make it. And I still believe it today. So yeah, Sean. What do you say?"
Ansari ascends and puts forward a hand. Grudgingly, Sean Danielsen puts forward his own hand and shakes hand with the wily South Asian promoter. Sean stands up and adjusts into his usual persona, wearing the same disgusted and unimpressed look he had on his face earlier.
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever. I'm in. Don't think too much of it though. When's my first match?"
"Your first match? Oh, you're gonna be facing Genocide next week. It's going to be his debut match too. I'd have re-introduced the two of you.... but right now he's spending some 'quality time' with Havok."
Ansari grins to himself again in his trademark fashion. He had used his natural charisma and way with words to pull someone to his side, yet again. He had done it with many other people before, and Sean was just the latest in a long list of people. Sean simply shrugs and proceeds to exit the room, once again displaying his apathy to Ansari's cause.
"Yeah. Whatever." EOT.
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