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| my kinda fight; X title match rp | |
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| Topic Started: Jan 11 2008, 04:17 PM (69 Views) | |
| Deleted User | Jan 11 2008, 04:17 PM Post #1 |
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(the scene opens with a shot of a dressing room marked "Ian Chadwick." Jenny Jacobs is talking to the camera man and some production assistints as the make up person fixes her face. they mumble various thing about the title match earlier in the night.) Camera Man: Ten seconds Ms. Jacobs. (The make up artist puts the finishing touches on her and she looks towrds the camera......) Jenny: We're here in front of the dressing room of "Irish" Ian Chadwick, one of the many participents of the World Title Battle Royal earlier in the night. I'm now going to see if he'll give us an interveiw. (She knocks on the door) Jenny: Mr. Chadwick! It's Jenny Jacobs! I was wondering if i could talk to you about your matchh earlier? Chadwick: (from inside the room) Yeah, come on in. (She opens the door to see Ian sitting in a chair with a doctor checking his hands for possible breaks. She approaches him.) Jenny: Mr. Chadwick...... Chadwick: Don't call me that, please. Mr. Chadwick was my father and he was a drunken bastard. Call me Ian. Jenny: Sorry, Ian. How do you feel about the results of the match earlier? Chadwick: How do i feel? That's a bit of a dumb question don't you think? I didn't win, how do you think i feel? I mean, I couldn't be happier with Zodiac as the champion. I like the guy, but I still think I should have won the match. I'm not real happy with my performence. Especially because I was thrown out by that limey bastard The Pablo, but we'll get back to him later. The only thing I was happy about is that I finally got my hands on The Fat Man JA Sawyer. As good as it felt to punch that guy in his face, I'm not through with him. Jenny: He told me that he has no problem with you. Chadwick: Just because he tried to kiss and make up in an interveiw with you my beautiful angel, does not mean that he's off the hook. No one disrespects me and gets away with it. And unfortunently for him, he didn't get his plain old wrestling match that he wanted. He has to fight in my kinda fight. He bettter be prepared for a good old fashion beat down, because I've been waiting for a day like this since he opened his big, donut eating mouth. Jenny: Ian, you know there's other people in this match, right? Chadwick: Of course I do. (The doctor uses a flash light and shines it in his eye.) Doctor: No breaks in your hands, and no signs of a concussion. You made it out of there just fine. Chadwick: Of course I did! That wasn't a fight, it was a damn sissy slappin' match. Anyway, Jenny, of course I know there's other people in the match. I'm not a moron. I may have been punched in the face a bunch of times, but I'm not dumb. I'm looking forward to getting my hands on the guy who eliminated me from the title match. What's hisname again? Jenny: El Pablo. Chadwick: Yeah, The Pablo. British, tea drinking bum. He's lucky and unlucky in the same sense. He's lucky because he actually eliminated The South Side Southpaw, "Irish" Ian Chadwick. He's unlucky because now he has to deal with the reprecussions. I'm not the kinda guy that forgets things like that Petey. Jenny: It's Pablo. Chadwick: Yeah, that's what I said, Petey. Your not getting off that easy, kido. I hope your prepared for the road that lies ahead, because I sure am. I've been hit with bottles, bar stools, base ball bats, metal rods. You name it, it's probably busted my head open. Your a prim and propper, spot of tea drinking, pip pip cherrio nancy boy. I kinda wonder why Haywire would put you in this match. But, your in it. And now you in for the ride of your life, if you still have one at the end of the night. Jenny: What about Ryan Konker? Chadwick: Who? Jenny: Ryan Konker.....the other participant in the X Title match. Chadwick: Oh yeah, him. I've never heard of him. I don't take any of my opponents lightly, but it's hhard to take him serious when I never heard of him. So, to you Brian Bonkers..... Jenny: It's Ryan Konker. Chadwick: Yeah, whatever. Bonkers, your in for a beat down, too. That's about all I have to say to you sonny jim. Bring your lunch pale to work that day, because your gonna need it. Now, if you'll excuse me Jenny, I seen a pub around here that's calling my name. Jenny: Thank you for your time, Ian. (He shakes her hand and walks out the door. He lights up a cigerette and opens a bottle of Bud Light as the scene fades to black.) |
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