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| Topic Started: Oct 13 2008, 04:54 PM (41 Views) | |
| Deleted User | Oct 13 2008, 04:54 PM Post #1 |
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++ACT I++ Awakening Royalty 7:00 AM. The alarm sounds with the cold, callous beeping that all alarm clocks seem to have built in, a thoughtless racket that always seems to startle you from your sleep and mock you as you grasp out to comprehend your surroundings. Rolling to his side, Kyle Riley slaps his hand lightly on the machine, bulls-eyeing the off button with practiced aim. Our scene fades to that of a small private weight room. Dressed in shorts and a tank-top, and taped from knuckle to wrist, Kyle lays into the heavy punching bag with a flurry of strikes. Voice-over -‘The Crowned Prince of Cool,’ Kyle Riley- “There are a lot of people who don’t like us. They don’t agree with the decisions we’ve made, or the things we do. They don’t like the things we say or the way we treat everyone else. Well, I’ve got news for you all. Things won’t change. If what we do bothers you all so much, then maybe the ones with the problem is YOU.” Kyle drills the bag with a hard roundhouse, roaring out as the strike lands. The bag swings directly into our view and blackens our sight for just an instant. The blackness fades as the bag swings away, only we find we’re no longer in the weight room, but outside in the beautiful California morning. Kyle jogs away from us for a moment, running barefoot along the beach. Sweat glistens from his brow as he moves across the sand at a brisk pace. Voice-over -‘The Crowned Prince of Cool,’ Kyle Riley- “A fact is a fact. We’ve done nothing less than exactly what we promised before we even set foot in a CZW ring. We made history, because that is the caliber of athletes we are. And yet, we keep hearing the same old lines, especially from Blaze and Waters. American Idol references. Please. If we’re the 'Chris Daughtry' of CZW, then that makes Fire & Ice the 'William Hung.' People keep you around just to laugh at you and nothing more. You’re obviously no match in the talent department, that’s for sure. Why don’t you two just refrain from playing around with the video camera until you have something to say that is NOT mind-numbing garbage?” Slowing his pace, Kyle begins to walk, cooling down. A bit of stretching and then he’s off into the waves. ++ACT 2++ Hate the Game 7:00 AM. The radio turns on suddenly, filling the large room with the music of the song “The Hand that Feeds” by Nine Inch Nails. Two forms stir slightly beneath the covers of the large, lavishly furnished bed. Slowly pulling the blanket down over his head, Evan Tyler smoothes his hair back, blinking the sleepiness from his eyes as he stretches. Emerging next to him, a dark haired beauty moans softly in protest and rolls over, shrouding herself beneath the warm covers yet again. Voice-over ‘The Hollywood Hookup,’ Evan Tyler- “How the time does fly… Already it’s been over two months since the three of us showed up in CZW. And that’s a two-month title reign. And, aside from a minor slip-up in Tampa, we’ve come out on top in each showing. Not bad for a team who everyone loves to bet against. Not bad for a team who ‘doesn’t deserve it.’ Not bad at all.” Evan flings the covers off of him, our view blacking out for a brief moment, and then re-emerging as he sets down his coffee cup, now casually dressed and seated at his computer. He grins as he watches the latest Fire & Ice promo on CZW.com. -WATERS: But don't worry...we'll still let you look at them...as long as you tune in the CZW Assault...Friday Nights...because you'll have to see them from the safety of your own homes. You attacked me...you attacked my partner...and you are a part of the crumbling...Montana Empire...who likes Hannah Montana anyway! Suddenly, Shawn's phone begins ringing...the ringtone is '7 Things' by Miley Cyrus. Shawn grabs it and throws it off scene, hard. But the ringtone keeps playing. WATERS: Excuse me for a second. Shawn rushes off stage. A small explosion is heard and the song stops. WATERS: What? I never said anything bad about Miley... Blaze facepalms.- Evan grins a bit, even letting out a little chuckle as he watches the little skit. He unflips his phone upon it’s conclusion and hits a speed-dial number. “Fake It” by Seether serves as the ‘wait’ music, and after a couple moments, Evan’s partner answers the call. -‘The Crowned Prince of Cool,’ Kyle Riley- “Finally awake, are you?” -‘The Hollywood Hookup,’ Evan Tyler- “Hey, I get up at the same time as you guys; it just takes me a little longer to get motivated. You know, waking up with a naked beauty next to you has that kind of effect.” He smirks as he glances back to the nameless vixen still bundled beneath the blankets. -‘The Hollywood Hookup,’ Evan Tyler- “Anyway, did you happen to catch the little number that Waters and Blaze did?” -‘The Crowned Prince of Cool,’ Kyle Riley- “Nah, but I can guess how it goes. ‘Blah-blah-blah, American Idol joke, blah-blah, we’re gonna take your belts. I’m sure they worked in a couple gay-jokes in there, too.” -‘The Hollywood Hookup,’ Evan Tyler- “Right on the money, my friend. They’d better hope they’re not as predictable in the ring as they are on the spot, cuz I’m hoping they at least put up SOMEWHAT of a fight. Actually, strike that. I’d actually rather take them out there and shut them up in front of the world. Especially that punk, Blaze.” -‘The Crowned Prince of Cool,’ Kyle Riley- “Heh, you mean ‘the Aerial Amateur?’ He does have a big mouth on him.” -‘The Hollywood Hookup,’ Evan Tyler- “It’s amusing, really. Especially how they compare title reigns. They made a point to show how they both lost their belts in the same week.” -‘The Crowned Prince of Cool,’ Kyle Riley- “To Warzone guys, too, right? Man, Extreme Intervention must’ve been like déjà vu’ for those guys.” -‘The Hollywood Hookup,’ Evan Tyler- “Eh, I’m sure they’re plenty used to losing by now. Also, coincidentally, they both get to lose their next title shot in the same night, so at least they’re consistent. But, man…someone really has to tell them to stop with the shameless marketing plugs. They have a new ‘phone’ deal.” Evan takes a sip of his coffee before he shakes his head to himself, re-watching the clip on low volume. -‘The Crowned Prince of Cool,’ Kyle Riley- “Jeez, sounds like we’re about to defend against a couple of middle-schoolers. I mean, gay jokes? Who nowadays is offended by those except teenagers and rednecks? And now wireless promos. I guess they have to keep making new deals to replace all the sponsors that drop them once they find out what a bunch of losers that XTC are. Anyway, get your ass moving, man. We don’t stay the best by sitting on it in front of a computer all day.” -‘The Hollywood Hookup,’ Evan Tyler- “Yeah, yeah… Where are you now?” -‘The Crowned Prince of Cool,’ Kyle Riley- “Just pulled into the beach.” -‘The Hollywood Hookup,’ Evan Tyler- “Alright, I’m going to grab a quick shower and I’ll be there.” ++ACT III++ The Tie That Binds 7:00 AM. There is no alarm, for none is needed. Ever has Kristyl been an early riser. Panning through the lavishly decorated home, we glance out the dining room and onto the balcony beyond. Seated comfortably, Kristyl Marie lounges beneath an umbrella-covered table in the California morning, her lithe form clad in a short, white satin nightgown and a flowing white robe. She gracefully taps the ash from her cigarette into her ashtray as she focuses on her lap-top computer which sits in front of her. A small pile of discs are laid out next to the machine, and currently she is viewing the 6-man tag match from Tampa. Her team, as well as Jesse Montana, are competing against Mack Beaudin and the team that they will defend against in a few days’ time, Fire & Ice. - Blaze and Tyler lock up again and this time Evan surprises him with a kick to the gut. He turns him around, and nails him with a hard Tiger suplex. He drags him over to the corner and tags in Riley. FARLEY: "This team is the best on Assault, the World Tag champions, and they're about to show Blaze a thing or two." Tyler holds Blaze in an abdominal stretch, and Riley springboards in with a dropkick to the exposed ribs. Tyler then nails a pumphandle suplex. Riley runs to the ropes and comes charging in, baseball sliding right into Blaze's shoulder. Tyler leaves the ring, and Riley takes charge.- Kristyl nods to herself as she watches. Her blue eyes stare intently at the feed, like the eyes of a hawk watching their prey. She finishes the match, watching as Krimzon Blaze is able to come out on top, catching Evan with the Kode of Silence. She merely grins and shakes her head slightly. -Kristyl Marie- “Careless, Evan. Very careless.” She continues to delve through past footage, scouting out their opponents. She watches Shawn retrieve the TV Title in London, watches as he and Jesse Montana draw to head into Summer Showdown, looks on as Shawn turns on Jesse, and also as Shawn eventually loses the TV Title to Cage Stryker. She looks focused, not seemingly interested in making any snide remarks. Instead, she watches intently, absorbing everything. She even replays a few spots, looking for each and every little detail, systematically dissecting every match down to the smallest exchange. Wordlessly, she focuses on Blaze, watching his accolades from the Money in the Bank match, his sacrifice and victory in the X-Chamber and the following disappointing loss weeks later. Also, she watches the bitter rivalry that the two men had with eachother as X-Ellence feuded with the Upstarts. She does seem to enjoy watching them attempt to dismantle eachother, even if she only allows herself a hint of a smile. She takes a drag from her cigarette as she leans back in her chair. She speaks softly, almost talking to herself. Voice-over -Kristyl Marie- “Such rage…such hatred. And here you try to convince everyone that you’re a well-oiled machine. Individually, yes, the talent is there. But this is not your area of expertise. All of your teams have fizzled and dissolved due to some form of jealousy. You don’t even begin to understand the nature of the word ‘team’ because you have and will always be distracted by something else. Eyes always on the horizon. And always do you reach for something that you cannot attain. What will happen, Waters, when you and your partner fail this week? Will you turn on him as you did Jesse? I see through you, Shawn Waters. A man does not change his heart that quickly. To go from one of the most despised individuals in the organization to some jokester that everyone adores in a single instant? I think not. You try, and try hard, to make yourself likeable. The dope act? I’m sure that fools some, but not me. How long will it be until the selfish, conniving Shawn Waters of old resurfaces? And Blaze…such bravado. If pride alone were enough to earn you success, you’d have multiple world title reigns on your resume by now. Unfortunately, that is not the case. ‘Blaze’ is an accurate name for one so hot-headed as yourself. And as the saying goes, ‘the star that burns twice as bright also burns half as long.’ Eventually you shall realize just how out of your depth you are. You shall both see. Now you walk into our arena. And we shall show you exactly how a real team works. There will be no one left to sing your praises, because they shall all realize that we are, indeed…Idolized.” Kristyl snuffs her cigarette and closes her lap-top, and with it, the scene. |
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