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done...and I'm on to the next one...; ei rp #1 (and only)
Topic Started: Jan 13 2011, 10:00 PM (72 Views)
"Irish" Ian Chadwick

ret-ri-bu-tion - noun: Punishment that is considered to be morally right and fully deserved

Confusious said that those who seek revenge should first dig two graves. When your whole life becomes gaining the satisfaction of getting vengeance on a person who wronged you, be it real or perceived, you begin to lose touch with the real world. You start seeing this person everywhere...in your dreams, in the faces of innoccent people, in your mirror...in becomes everything to you. You cut off all ties with anyone who is close to you or any voice of reason.

It's a good thing Ian has not become as emotionally involved in this "fued" as Tim.

Though Ian does not seek revenge for the Television Title Tim so pig-headedly cost him...he does seek retribution. Ian has long thought of himself as an "avenging angel" so to speak and the chance to defend what is morally right seems to have come to him wrapped in a pretty pink bow.

It seems that in all aspects of life there is always a good guy and a bad guy, though few times in his life has Ian ever been seen as the good guy. His charming personality and boy-ish good looks have certainly rewarded him with a few fans over the years, but his violent, drunk alter-ego has driven away the people closest to him for years.

We open the scene with Ian standing in Tokyo Narita International Airport with an impatient look in his eyes. His face looks like he let the little six year old asian boy next to him give a shave with a dull straight razor. The people who have arrived on the flight he has been waiting for begin to pile out the exit as Ian lifts up the sign he has been holding. It reads "Fat Irish Bastard." He stands by waiting...and waiting...and waiting...untill the man he has been waiting for, obviously, comes from the exit. He is a short, round man with flaming red hair cut very close to his head. He walks out with two male flight attendents walking behind him.

Fat Irish Man: You get your hands off me, you fucking fairy! You can't tell me how much I can drink!

Ian begins to laugh as he puts his hand over his face.

Ian: Jimmy! Over here!

He begins to walk over to him.

Ian: I'll take him from here guys.

Flight Attendent: You keep this dog on leash next time, sir.

Ian: Yea, sure.

Fat Irish Man: Ian! Good ta see ya, son.

Ian: It's about time, Jimmy.

The two men hug as it becomes clear that this is James Dooley, Ian's boxing coach and mentor.

Ian: What took the flight so long?

Jimmy: Have you been watching the weather? It's snowing everywhere. Buffalo got six inches thirty god damn seconds before my plane was suppose to leave. It snowed in Arizona for christ's sake.

Ian: Well, I'm just glad you're here. Let's get to the hotel.

Jimmy grabs his bag as the two men walk towards an exit still conversating. Ian smiles as the miserable, old fool continues to complain. The scene fades out.

We pick back up with the men sitting at the bar of the hotel they're staying at...ask them which one, I bet they don't know. They sip their Japanese beer and laugh...loudly...as they catch up on what's been going on with Ian's Japanese tour and what's been going on at home.......

Jimmy: So, this Timmons fella' is a real joke, eh?

Ian: Jim, you have no idea. I beat him for my return match and he just won't let it go. He's like herpes...just when you think he's gone, he pops back up to ruin your night. If I had known that it would hurt his feelings so bad I would have just let him win.

Jimmy: Well, kido, you're going to run into people like that where ever you go. Do you remeber Manny Sanchez? The Puerto Rican guy you boxed in Dunkirk?

Ian: (laughs) Oh my god, yes! The guy that jumped rope for two hours before our fight then tried to say we poisoned his orange juice?

Jimmy: (chuckles) Yea, my boy. It's much easier to blaim your short comings on someone else than to take responsibility for it yourself. That's what this Todd Thomas fella' is doing to you now.

Ian: (begins laughing uncontrolably) Who?!

Jimmy: Tom Turnip.

Ian: (still laughing) Jimmy, I think you've had to much to drink.

Jimmy: Don't you tell me how much I can drink, ya wee girl. I've been drinking since you were suckling on your momma's tit!

Ian: Whatever, Jim. Is this all you want to do while you're here? Drink?

Jimmy: Of course I wanna drink! But, no. I organized a press conference for you so you can get some stuff of your chest before the match. I need you going in there with a clear head. And that's why I need to tell you this now, son. Your father's out of jail, Ian...and he came by the gym looking for you.

Ian: (puts his head on the bar) Seriously? I thought they gave him ten years flat?

Jimmy: He made parol. He has been in there for seven years, Ian.

Ian: What did he want?

Jimmy: He was just asking about ya. Asked me how you were doing...'bout Maggie...

Ian: You didn't tell him about her, did you?!

Jimmy: Of course not, son. I'll leave that up to you.

Ian: Up to me? I don't want to see him!

Jimmy: You have to learn to forgive people, Ian. You hate people and it turns into who you are. You don't think all those drunken brawls you got in, when I had to bail you out of jail, didn't have everything to do with him?

Ian: Don't you do that, Jimmy, don't you compare me to him.

Jimmy: I'm not comparing you to him...I'm saying that you hold in all this emotion inside of you and it's not healthy. You need to talk to him and get all this shit of your chest.

Ian: Talk to him? And tell him what? That he's the reason my mother killed herself? That he's a rotten, drunken bastard that use to beat the shit out of me because he didn't like the way his life turned out? That I wish I would have killed him when i stabbed him?

Jimmy: It doesn't matter what you say to him, son, just as long as you confront your demons. You think I don't know that you cry when you're alone? You don't think that has something to do with it?

Ian: Don't you make that about him! (tears begin to well up in his eyes) I miss my mother, Jim...and Maggie.

Jimmy: Calm down, son...I didn't mean to get you all worked up. Let's get upstairs...you got a press conference tomorrow.

Ian: Yea, whatever.

Jimmy throws some money on the bar...american money...as the bartender yells at him in Japanese. They leave the bar and walk towards the elevator. The scene fades.

---the next day---

We open up to a banquet room filled with reporters...Ian's press conference obviously. The reporters clamor and converse, anticipating Ian's arrival. Ian walks from behind a door of to the side of the stage as the camera's begin to flash. Ian is followed by Jimmy Dooley and what appears to be an interpruter. They sit in there seats, Ian in the middle and lean towards the microphones....

Ian: (with the interpruter following behind his every word) I've called this press conference today to answer any questions you fine men and women of the media might have about this soon to be over ordeal with Mr. Timmons. Now, if you will all be patient, I'll try and get to all of you and we can begin. (points to a reporter) You...

Reporter #1: Mr. Chadwick...

Ian: (interupting) English...nice.

Reporter #1: Mr. Chadwick...You seemed to have kept a level head through all of this. What has been the difference between you and Tim Timmons?

Ian: Ya know...I can't answer this for Tim, but I can tell you how I feel about it all. It's just been a series of matches for me, man. Whether they be against the same guy or several different people. I'm just another athlete trying to work his way up the rankings. Am I upset that Tim cost me the Television Title? Absolutely. Would I like a little "retribution?" (chuckles) Sure, who wouldn't? But this hasn't been my entire life here...I've fueded with other people, and I'm sure I'll fued with more. Why this has taken such a toll on Tim is beyond me. Maybe he's got like a man-crush on me or something. It's plausable, right? I mean, the guy is like obsessed with me. Even when I tried to have a match with someone else, he got jealous and weasled his way in so I could put my hands all over his body. I just have to move on with my life, ya know? It's not him...it's me. I just need some space. (chuckles) Consider this a break up match. (begins laughing harder) At Extreme Insurrection...it will be "Irish" Ian Chadwick vs. "The Man of a Thousand Names" Tim Timmons in a break up match. Next question...you, there.

Reporter #2: (sub-titled in English) Though you have a victory against Tim Timmons...do you think you can hold your own against a competitor the caliber of "The King of Choas?"

Ian: (staring blankly at the reporter) Are you serious? (looks at Jimmy) Is he serious? Look, buddy...what caliber is Tim Timmons? Seriously? What has he done? Who has he beat? A couple security guards and camera man? Mike King carried him to the Tag Titles. He won some paper championship that doesn't even exsist anymore. He hasn't beat anybody at the top of there game. He ended Mountain Man's career by beating him in a Damage Control match...so what? Everyone's beat Mountain Man. I'm not impressed by his "resume" if that's what you're asking me. I don't underestimate any of my opponents, but if you think our Last Man Standing match was a show you just wait 'till you see the next one. I'm done fucking around with this asshole! It's time to move on! Next question! You...

Reporter #3: How do you feel about Tim's comments about, what he calls, your "overnight success?"

Ian: This is a topic I'm not going to say much on. This does, however, irritate me. Nothing I've done has been overnight. I was one of the inaugural members of our fine establishment. I've wrestled in some of the most violent matches CZW has ever seen. I've faced world champions and pre-carders alike and scratched and clawed my way to every win I've ever had here. Nothing I've EVER done has been overnight. Next question....you...

Reporter #4: Tim Timmons seems very confident coming into this match, even going so far as to say after he beats you he wants a shot at the World Championship. How does this make you feel?

Ian: (chuckles) I'm speechless. I hadn't heard that. World champ? Seriously? There's no one that can carry you to that, my friend. Some of the best athletes that have ever graced CZW with thier presence have held that prestigious Title and he is not in that class. When Tim Timmons retires...or gets fired...no one will remember him. He will be an after thought to anyone who has ever witnessed an event under the CZW banner. Am I hall of fame materieal? If I hadn't took all that time off...maybe. Maybe not. The only way I can prove that I am would be to win...and win convincingly. I'm very confident in my abilities, but if I haven't even been mentioned in the World Title picture yet...what makes Tim think he can just leap past the other people that deserve it much more than he does? Eric Collum, El Pablo, Justin Marsham, Buzzsaw, Mortious...Tim Timmons. Which name doesn't fit? Tim Timmons will not only be looked over in the rankings for the World Title, but he won't even beat me. End of discussion. Now if you kind ladies and gentlemen will excuse me...I have some training to do. Come on, Jim.

Ian and his entourage rise from thier seats and head towards the same door the entered from as the media yammers more questions. The scene fades.
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