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"irish" ian chadwick makes some noise; brett luger should read this
Topic Started: Dec 24 2007, 04:48 PM (198 Views)
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(the scene opens with a camera crew wallking towards a bar. the camera pans upwards to show the name, "ireland's own." they camera man opens the door only to see what appears to be a celebration of sorts taking place. there is music playing loudly, people drinking, everyone is having a great time. it appears that there is someone in the middle of a group a young men. they're all singing his praises, cheeering, and screaming. the camera man approaches the group.....)

camera man: (yelling over the music) hey! mr. chadwick!

chadwick: hey, everybody look! it's the guys from the czw!

(the group of young men begins to cheer)

chadwick: you guys caught me in the middle of my contract sigining party. you gentlemen want a drink?

camera man: no thanks we're working.

chadwick: suite yourself. (yelling) more for us then!

(the entire bar errupts with cheers)

camera man: mr. chadwick......

chadwick: please, call me ian.

camera man: ok ian, do you think we can get your initial interveiw now?

chadwick: of course, of course. ask what you want.

camera man: well, i'd like to get started by saying congradulations on your new contract.

chadwick: thank you, after i was thrown out of professienal boxing i wasn't sure if was ever going to be able to kick ass for money ever again.

camera man: that leads to my next question. is it true that you were thrown out of boxing because you assulted a referee?

chadwick: i wouldn't say assulted. he claimed i was head-butting my opponenet, he disqualified me, so i kick him in the ol' twig and berries. i don't like it when people make up stories about me.

camera man: but i watch the tape of that fight, is was pretty clear that you head-butted him several times.

(he grabs the camera man by the shirt and the entire group of young men stop there partying and stand behind him. one man breaks a beer bottle on the bar and points it at the camera mans throat.)

chadwick: if i say i didn't then i didn't, you understand?!

young man: (yelling from the background) yeah if he says he didn't then he didn't! you want your ass kicked?!

camera man: ok, ok. it's something i feel pretty strongly about but i'm not willing to get beaten up over. on to the next question.

chadwick: yeah, good idea.

(the group of young men go back to there drinks)


camera man: ok, so, it didn't take long before you were booked in a pretty important match. you take on brett luger for the number one contender spot for the vacant world championship. how do you feel about that?

chadwick: how do i feel? i knew it wouldn't take long before i was in the world title picture. when mr. damage ask me if he could take a look at some of my tapes, i told him "if you bought a hand grenade from a guy in an alley, would you ask him to see if it works first?" he said "you've done this before, haven't you?" i told him "no, but i sold hand grenades." i could tell by the look on his face he knew i was the real deal. and about this bob luger fellow, or whatever the hell his name is, i'm not that worried. i hope he doesn't think that because he's a big guy i'm going to be scared of him. i'm a god-fearing man of the people, not a steroid taking, muscle head fearing *bleep*. luger can kiss my bloody ass, and he don't like what i got to say, i'm not hard to find.

(the group of young men begin yelling profanities from the background)

chadwick: you look like you don't think i can take him? is that true?

camera man: no, no, i never said that! please don't beat me up!

chadwick: now what would i prove by beating you up? watch this.....

( he approaches a rather large man sitting alone at the bar. he taps him on his shoulder.)

chadwick: hey fat ass. yeah, i called you fat ass, so what. wanna fight about it?

large man: no i'd rather finish my drink and mind my own buisness thank you.

chadwick: finish you drink, huh?

(he grabs the mans drink from his hand and throws it in his face. theman stands up and throws a punch at him, but he ducks.)

chadwick: well, your quite quick for a fat *bleep*er aren't ya? why don't you try that again?

(the man swings again, only to be counter punched with a straight left. the man falls to the floor unconcious.)

chadwick: (grbas the camera) you see that luger?! that's what january 3rd holds for you! i'd stay home if i was you! (looks at the camera man) now sit down and have a drink or shut up and get out!

(he shoves the camera man out of the door way, and the camera man falls. the screen goes fuzzy, then black.)
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