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| "irish" ian chadwick makes some noise; brett luger should read this | |
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| Topic Started: Dec 24 2007, 04:48 PM (198 Views) | |
| Deleted User | Dec 24 2007, 04:48 PM Post #1 |
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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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