Post by wiggles on May 3, 2010 2:40:23 GMT 2
We’re taken to the backstage area, staring down a long magnificently average looking corridor. Littered with supply boxes, loose wires and stagehands, there’s little seemingly going on. The camera slowly turns to the right and reveals everyone’s most hated celebrity, Famous who appears to be having a disagreement with his temporary teammates, Joseph Helms and Matt Denton. We immediately close in on the conflict but, having joined the argument mid-way through, it’s not entirely clear what they’re talking about.
Matt Denton: ... So, if you follow my plan...
Denton’s much smaller accomplice lets out a dissatisfied grunt.
MD: Sorry, sorry; OUR plan, there’ll be nothing to worry about, capisce?
The Hollywood Sell-out doesn’t seem too bothered by the aggressive recommendation as he leans carefree against a steel crate. He rolls his eyes as Denton finishes speaking, suggesting that this back and forth has been going on for quite some time.
Famous: Aha ha, really? Weh-hell, call me crazy, Matty, but I don’t think following your plans would be the best idea. What was that little thing you owned again, uhh... a circus was it?
MD: Yeah, as if you never heard of it, I owned the greatest damn wrestling company in the world!
F: Oh yeah, now I remember, Some Sh*tty Wrestling!
MD: Sin City Wrestling...
F: Riiight, right, yeah. I remember hearing about it now! That retarded Mexican that I used to have come in and mow my lawn was a big fan of Singed Kitty Wrestling...
MD: SIN. CITY. WRESTLING. You idiot.
F: Yeah, whatever. Well, he’d talk about it sometimes, I dunno, it was often easier just to ignore the guy, made me feel less guilty when I’d throw things at him; “pare el nada throw el Diablo sticks en me” he’d yell all the time. Ha, Juan never did speak properly. Well anyway, I digress. One time he told me that you went out of business due to some poor decisions from management.
Now tell me, Matty... why... no, how can we trust a scheme devised by such a poor-minded individual such as yourself? You couldn’t be trusted with a small timey promotion, so how can I, in all good conscience, allow you to handle such a prestigious investment like myself?
Denton looks understandably pissed off. With hands clenched into fists, and teeth grinding, he responds to Famous’ taunting.
MD: Listen, pal, like every man who ventures into the world of business I’ve made good decisions and I’ve made bad decisions and, lemmie tell ya, the good choices I’ve made in my career heavily outweigh the poor. So keep this in mind, Famous, you might wanna take a note of this: it would be in your best interests to follow my commands. And if you don’t want to co-operate then, well, I can be very... persuasive... Mister Famous...
While the pair argues, Helms looks positively uninterested. No gear in this team seem to be turning quite right.
F: Now, I do love hearing about how your failures and your succes... no, no, just your failures, but you’re wasting your breath here, Matty. I only speak one language, buddy, and that language is not ‘whiny b*tch’.
Denton, obviously getting tired of ‘negotiating’ decides to try something else.
MD: Well then perhaps you’ll listen to this...
Denton reaches deep into his pocket and pulls out a ridiculously large wad of cash. Famous’ eyes widen, clearly intrigued.
F: That might work.
MD: You know as well as I do, Famous, that you can never have enough money... And, if you work with me and Helms...
Helms now looks a little disgusted to be associated with these squabbling bigwigs.
MD: Rather than dispute everything with us, success will be guaranteed and big payoffs will quickly follow.
For the first time in this meeting, Famous seems to genuinely consider this offer.
F: Well... okay. Money and the thought of you not talking anymore is good enough for me. Now just get outta here, will you?
Denton doesn’t respond with an answer and simply matches Famous’ stare before storming off. Helms departs also, but in a different direction, not caring much for either of the men. Mr. Hollywood lets out a huge sigh as he reaches across the box he’s been against all this time for a bottle of cider. Taking a solid swig from it, he puts the bottle back down and looks out in front of him. He looks absolutely stunned at what he sees, which is just out of view from the audience. The camera slides over to the left to reveal what’s made Famous look so surprised.
El Párajo Rojo: Greetings, hombre!
Famous’ shocked expression slowly changes into confusion.
F: Juan... is that you?
PR: Qué!? No! No! I am El Salvador Sagrado! El Hijo Del Fuego! La Causa Justa!
The Red Bird of Paradise swings his head upwards and slams a fist against his chest.
PR: El Párajo Rojo!!
F: Yeah? And what?
PR: I have been watching, watching from a far! Scoping down, peering at the goings on of TWOstars. And I have been sickened, completely disgusted by what I’ve seen.
The large man swings his arm around so it’s fully extended and pointing at Famous.
PR: You! You pride yourself on being popular, but what is popularity without love? The people simply know of you because of your malicious deeds!
F: Yeah, well I don’t care, these people don’t deserve to view such... entertainment, like myself. They should consider themselves lucky that I even bother to show up because when...
The Masked Entity sweeps his arm back and throws his other one out towards Famous, his hand open and just a small distance a way from The Tinsel Town Terror’s face.
PR: Now if I can stop you right there, these people pay good money to see the immersive joy that is a TWOstars show, the heart racing action in the ring and the drama, oh! The unending drama that unfolds backstage! The adrenaline pumping emotion these people all feel together when they see their favourite hero of the ring win a match against all the odds!!
Rojo swings his arms round violently for a moment before halting one passionately by his chest, clenched into a fist and the other pointed half-heartedly at the offender. The Sacred Warrior has his head tilted down at his fist.
PR: What they do not pay money for is to see a sneak, a dirty no-good vulture to attack the beaten survivor and steal his victory! They do not pay to see scheming tactics, and filthy cheating! Oh no, they do not pay to see you, Famous! Do you know why!? Because YOU are the cheater! And even now, I find you back here making deals with shady business types and downing the Devil's nectre!!
F: Hey I...
Before Famous can get anything out, The Red Bird of Paradise rapidly switches position once again, this time placing a hand on The Sell-outs’ shoulder. With a smile, El Párajo looks into Famous’ eyes.
PR: But it’s not too late to repent your wicked ways, Amigo. No, that is what I'm here to do, that is what we're here to do! The Gods are hungry for change, change for the better! And I have been sent to enforce it! So come on! Open your eyes, my friend. Open your eyes and see the wrongs you have committed, throw them all behind you and become a new man!
Famous raises his arm upwards and hits away Rojo’s hand.
F: Who the hell do you think you are to talk to me like that?
PR: I am...
F: No, don’t answer that. You tell me you’ve been watching? Well, you better take a better look cause if you think you can change an enigma like Famous just by flapping your gums like a corner dwelling street preacher, then you gotta rethink your strategy, pal. You might wanna rethink the wardrobe too... How the hell do you think people will take you seriously when you’re clad in a gimp mask and spandex, huh!?
El Párajo Rojo gasps.
PR: ¡Cómo atrévase le! Now I may be but a man in magnificently shiny tights, but my message is true and my will is strong!
F: Well you and your will can just screw off right now, I don’t have time to deal with masked lunatics. I’ve... had enough of those guys to deal with in a lifetime...
PR: Cease your insults, stranger! I come to you with a gift, and you spit in my face! That is exactly the sort of attitude I’m trying to help you get rid of.
F: You like helping, huh? Well if you don’t beat it in the next five seconds you’ll be needing help to eat all your meals through a damn straw for the rest of your life.
PR: Now now, my friend. A true man settles all his disagreements with words, not violence!
The Red Bird of Paradise gets in much closer to the man he’s conversing with, leaning over to stare him dead in the eye.
PR: But if you say something like that again, I will break you in half and sacrifice your sorry soul to the Gods!
Famous looks a little panicked for a moment, but is quickly able to hide all fear behind his smooth composure. He takes a gulp before retorting.
F: Hey hey, listen pal... no one here wants to get physical, okay? Not you, not me and not that dude behind you with the knife.
The Winged Defiant quickly turns around to look at the mentioned attacker.
PR: What!? Who...!?
The only thing that was there was a distraction. While his back is turned, Famous quickly turns his bottle of alcohol upside down and lifts it up into the air and brings it down hard, shattering it instantly upon contact with Rojo’s head. The Masked Entity lets out a yell and falls to one knee. Famous hesitates, surprised that his foe didn’t fall immediately unconscious. He quickly eyes up his surroundings, spotting a wrench carelessly discarded on the ground near him.
PR: ¡Dioses, me dan fuerza!!
Mr. Hollywood makes a break for the weapon as Rojo gets up to his feet. He grabs onto the wrench and turns back to his opponent, seeing that he’s only a small distance away from him. The Red and Gold Gladiator, who is now clearly bleeding behind the mask, lets out a growl as he approaches his attacker but gets a ruthless smack in the chops with a wrench for his efforts. Recoiling backwards from the strike, Famous doesn’t let up there and brings the tool vertically downwards onto El Hijo Del Fuego’s head, causing the big man to fall to one knee.
Famous lifts the wrench up above his head for another attack, but The Sacred Warrior lets out a blood curdling roar as he charges forward, getting up from the ground and hitting The Walk of Infamy in the stomach, with his shoulder. Not relenting, Párajo stampedes forward until Famous’ back slams against a wall, causing him to drops his weapon. Armless, Famous acts upon instinct and clasps his hands together, lifting them up above his head and bringing them down quickly against Párajo’s spine in a double axe handle. All the while, The Winged Defiant continually rams his shoulder into Famous’ gut.
Suddenly, Pájaro stands up straight and throws a fist forward, directly at Famous’ head. Acting fast, the celebrity escapes to the side, toppling over to avoid the attack. The wall cracks where Crimson Justice’s fist collided with it, leaving both the wall and the Hero in pain. But still, The Reborn doesn’t hesitate for a second and turns to his foe to follow up.
Famous scrambles up to his feet and takes a quick glance over his shoulder, seeing that his opponent is much closer to him than he thought. He turns around and throws a fist at The Beacon of Peace, catching him across the face with a solid punch before following up with a couple more. Rojo tries to answer back, swinging a fist of his own, but it comes up empty as Famous ducks and then goes back on the offence. After several blows and a kick, Crimson Justice swings another arm wayward Famous’ head, but it comes up short once more.
After Hardcore Hollywood rushes El Salvador Sagrado with another combo, the big man takes a huge step forward and wraps his arms around his foe, clamping them together tightly to catch Famous in a bear hug. Lifting him off of the ground, The Reborn, breathing deeply, lets out a few words.
PR: I... Will... Squeeze... the life out of you... villain!
Famous struggles for a moment, as he desperately struggles to escape this predicament. Eventually, he slips an arm out from Párajo’s clutches and quickly uses it to rake him in the eyes.
PR: ¡Mis ojos, maldiciónes, mis ojos hermosos!
He instantly lets go of the hold, his hands now covering his face. Famous takes a stupidly deep breath and leans over, his hands on his knees as he tries to recover from near suffocation. The TinselTown Terror takes another deep breath and steps towards Crimson Justice and ejects his foot swiftly into The Winged Entity’s testicles.
PR: ¡Ooh, mis grandes bolas de fuego! Oh!
El Párajo Rojo bends over in agony as Famous staggers backwards, quickly scanning the ground. He finds the wrench that he dropped earlier and quickly picks it up. Wasting no time, he swings it horizontally at The Red Bird’s face, smashing him with it once more. Crimson Justice’s body swings around a fully 180degrees before he falls to his hands and knees. Famous, still taking deep breathes, shakes his head.
F: I... I don’t have time for this...!
The Tinseltown Terror simply throws the tool at his downed foe before staggering away, leaving the scene entirely. After a while, El Párajo Rojo gets back up to his feet. Beaten and showing it, he takes a look around, searching for Famous.
PR: Él… ¿Él se escapó? Ieieie...
Trying his best to recover from the fray, the big man quickly throws his arm out towards the direction he believes his nemesis escaped to.
PR: Villain! You may have... You may have gotten away this time! But no one... no one can escape the message of the Gods! And I am the Deliverer of their Word!
On this finally note, Crimson Justice marches valiantly out of view, bringing this segment to an end.
Matt Denton: ... So, if you follow my plan...
Denton’s much smaller accomplice lets out a dissatisfied grunt.
MD: Sorry, sorry; OUR plan, there’ll be nothing to worry about, capisce?
The Hollywood Sell-out doesn’t seem too bothered by the aggressive recommendation as he leans carefree against a steel crate. He rolls his eyes as Denton finishes speaking, suggesting that this back and forth has been going on for quite some time.
Famous: Aha ha, really? Weh-hell, call me crazy, Matty, but I don’t think following your plans would be the best idea. What was that little thing you owned again, uhh... a circus was it?
MD: Yeah, as if you never heard of it, I owned the greatest damn wrestling company in the world!
F: Oh yeah, now I remember, Some Sh*tty Wrestling!
MD: Sin City Wrestling...
F: Riiight, right, yeah. I remember hearing about it now! That retarded Mexican that I used to have come in and mow my lawn was a big fan of Singed Kitty Wrestling...
MD: SIN. CITY. WRESTLING. You idiot.
F: Yeah, whatever. Well, he’d talk about it sometimes, I dunno, it was often easier just to ignore the guy, made me feel less guilty when I’d throw things at him; “pare el nada throw el Diablo sticks en me” he’d yell all the time. Ha, Juan never did speak properly. Well anyway, I digress. One time he told me that you went out of business due to some poor decisions from management.
Now tell me, Matty... why... no, how can we trust a scheme devised by such a poor-minded individual such as yourself? You couldn’t be trusted with a small timey promotion, so how can I, in all good conscience, allow you to handle such a prestigious investment like myself?
Denton looks understandably pissed off. With hands clenched into fists, and teeth grinding, he responds to Famous’ taunting.
MD: Listen, pal, like every man who ventures into the world of business I’ve made good decisions and I’ve made bad decisions and, lemmie tell ya, the good choices I’ve made in my career heavily outweigh the poor. So keep this in mind, Famous, you might wanna take a note of this: it would be in your best interests to follow my commands. And if you don’t want to co-operate then, well, I can be very... persuasive... Mister Famous...
While the pair argues, Helms looks positively uninterested. No gear in this team seem to be turning quite right.
F: Now, I do love hearing about how your failures and your succes... no, no, just your failures, but you’re wasting your breath here, Matty. I only speak one language, buddy, and that language is not ‘whiny b*tch’.
Denton, obviously getting tired of ‘negotiating’ decides to try something else.
MD: Well then perhaps you’ll listen to this...
Denton reaches deep into his pocket and pulls out a ridiculously large wad of cash. Famous’ eyes widen, clearly intrigued.
F: That might work.
MD: You know as well as I do, Famous, that you can never have enough money... And, if you work with me and Helms...
Helms now looks a little disgusted to be associated with these squabbling bigwigs.
MD: Rather than dispute everything with us, success will be guaranteed and big payoffs will quickly follow.
For the first time in this meeting, Famous seems to genuinely consider this offer.
F: Well... okay. Money and the thought of you not talking anymore is good enough for me. Now just get outta here, will you?
Denton doesn’t respond with an answer and simply matches Famous’ stare before storming off. Helms departs also, but in a different direction, not caring much for either of the men. Mr. Hollywood lets out a huge sigh as he reaches across the box he’s been against all this time for a bottle of cider. Taking a solid swig from it, he puts the bottle back down and looks out in front of him. He looks absolutely stunned at what he sees, which is just out of view from the audience. The camera slides over to the left to reveal what’s made Famous look so surprised.
El Párajo Rojo: Greetings, hombre!
Famous’ shocked expression slowly changes into confusion.
F: Juan... is that you?
PR: Qué!? No! No! I am El Salvador Sagrado! El Hijo Del Fuego! La Causa Justa!
The Red Bird of Paradise swings his head upwards and slams a fist against his chest.
PR: El Párajo Rojo!!
F: Yeah? And what?
PR: I have been watching, watching from a far! Scoping down, peering at the goings on of TWOstars. And I have been sickened, completely disgusted by what I’ve seen.
The large man swings his arm around so it’s fully extended and pointing at Famous.
PR: You! You pride yourself on being popular, but what is popularity without love? The people simply know of you because of your malicious deeds!
F: Yeah, well I don’t care, these people don’t deserve to view such... entertainment, like myself. They should consider themselves lucky that I even bother to show up because when...
The Masked Entity sweeps his arm back and throws his other one out towards Famous, his hand open and just a small distance a way from The Tinsel Town Terror’s face.
PR: Now if I can stop you right there, these people pay good money to see the immersive joy that is a TWOstars show, the heart racing action in the ring and the drama, oh! The unending drama that unfolds backstage! The adrenaline pumping emotion these people all feel together when they see their favourite hero of the ring win a match against all the odds!!
Rojo swings his arms round violently for a moment before halting one passionately by his chest, clenched into a fist and the other pointed half-heartedly at the offender. The Sacred Warrior has his head tilted down at his fist.
PR: What they do not pay money for is to see a sneak, a dirty no-good vulture to attack the beaten survivor and steal his victory! They do not pay to see scheming tactics, and filthy cheating! Oh no, they do not pay to see you, Famous! Do you know why!? Because YOU are the cheater! And even now, I find you back here making deals with shady business types and downing the Devil's nectre!!
F: Hey I...
Before Famous can get anything out, The Red Bird of Paradise rapidly switches position once again, this time placing a hand on The Sell-outs’ shoulder. With a smile, El Párajo looks into Famous’ eyes.
PR: But it’s not too late to repent your wicked ways, Amigo. No, that is what I'm here to do, that is what we're here to do! The Gods are hungry for change, change for the better! And I have been sent to enforce it! So come on! Open your eyes, my friend. Open your eyes and see the wrongs you have committed, throw them all behind you and become a new man!
Famous raises his arm upwards and hits away Rojo’s hand.
F: Who the hell do you think you are to talk to me like that?
PR: I am...
F: No, don’t answer that. You tell me you’ve been watching? Well, you better take a better look cause if you think you can change an enigma like Famous just by flapping your gums like a corner dwelling street preacher, then you gotta rethink your strategy, pal. You might wanna rethink the wardrobe too... How the hell do you think people will take you seriously when you’re clad in a gimp mask and spandex, huh!?
El Párajo Rojo gasps.
PR: ¡Cómo atrévase le! Now I may be but a man in magnificently shiny tights, but my message is true and my will is strong!
F: Well you and your will can just screw off right now, I don’t have time to deal with masked lunatics. I’ve... had enough of those guys to deal with in a lifetime...
PR: Cease your insults, stranger! I come to you with a gift, and you spit in my face! That is exactly the sort of attitude I’m trying to help you get rid of.
F: You like helping, huh? Well if you don’t beat it in the next five seconds you’ll be needing help to eat all your meals through a damn straw for the rest of your life.
PR: Now now, my friend. A true man settles all his disagreements with words, not violence!
The Red Bird of Paradise gets in much closer to the man he’s conversing with, leaning over to stare him dead in the eye.
PR: But if you say something like that again, I will break you in half and sacrifice your sorry soul to the Gods!
Famous looks a little panicked for a moment, but is quickly able to hide all fear behind his smooth composure. He takes a gulp before retorting.
F: Hey hey, listen pal... no one here wants to get physical, okay? Not you, not me and not that dude behind you with the knife.
The Winged Defiant quickly turns around to look at the mentioned attacker.
PR: What!? Who...!?
The only thing that was there was a distraction. While his back is turned, Famous quickly turns his bottle of alcohol upside down and lifts it up into the air and brings it down hard, shattering it instantly upon contact with Rojo’s head. The Masked Entity lets out a yell and falls to one knee. Famous hesitates, surprised that his foe didn’t fall immediately unconscious. He quickly eyes up his surroundings, spotting a wrench carelessly discarded on the ground near him.
PR: ¡Dioses, me dan fuerza!!
Mr. Hollywood makes a break for the weapon as Rojo gets up to his feet. He grabs onto the wrench and turns back to his opponent, seeing that he’s only a small distance away from him. The Red and Gold Gladiator, who is now clearly bleeding behind the mask, lets out a growl as he approaches his attacker but gets a ruthless smack in the chops with a wrench for his efforts. Recoiling backwards from the strike, Famous doesn’t let up there and brings the tool vertically downwards onto El Hijo Del Fuego’s head, causing the big man to fall to one knee.
Famous lifts the wrench up above his head for another attack, but The Sacred Warrior lets out a blood curdling roar as he charges forward, getting up from the ground and hitting The Walk of Infamy in the stomach, with his shoulder. Not relenting, Párajo stampedes forward until Famous’ back slams against a wall, causing him to drops his weapon. Armless, Famous acts upon instinct and clasps his hands together, lifting them up above his head and bringing them down quickly against Párajo’s spine in a double axe handle. All the while, The Winged Defiant continually rams his shoulder into Famous’ gut.
Suddenly, Pájaro stands up straight and throws a fist forward, directly at Famous’ head. Acting fast, the celebrity escapes to the side, toppling over to avoid the attack. The wall cracks where Crimson Justice’s fist collided with it, leaving both the wall and the Hero in pain. But still, The Reborn doesn’t hesitate for a second and turns to his foe to follow up.
Famous scrambles up to his feet and takes a quick glance over his shoulder, seeing that his opponent is much closer to him than he thought. He turns around and throws a fist at The Beacon of Peace, catching him across the face with a solid punch before following up with a couple more. Rojo tries to answer back, swinging a fist of his own, but it comes up empty as Famous ducks and then goes back on the offence. After several blows and a kick, Crimson Justice swings another arm wayward Famous’ head, but it comes up short once more.
After Hardcore Hollywood rushes El Salvador Sagrado with another combo, the big man takes a huge step forward and wraps his arms around his foe, clamping them together tightly to catch Famous in a bear hug. Lifting him off of the ground, The Reborn, breathing deeply, lets out a few words.
PR: I... Will... Squeeze... the life out of you... villain!
Famous struggles for a moment, as he desperately struggles to escape this predicament. Eventually, he slips an arm out from Párajo’s clutches and quickly uses it to rake him in the eyes.
PR: ¡Mis ojos, maldiciónes, mis ojos hermosos!
He instantly lets go of the hold, his hands now covering his face. Famous takes a stupidly deep breath and leans over, his hands on his knees as he tries to recover from near suffocation. The TinselTown Terror takes another deep breath and steps towards Crimson Justice and ejects his foot swiftly into The Winged Entity’s testicles.
PR: ¡Ooh, mis grandes bolas de fuego! Oh!
El Párajo Rojo bends over in agony as Famous staggers backwards, quickly scanning the ground. He finds the wrench that he dropped earlier and quickly picks it up. Wasting no time, he swings it horizontally at The Red Bird’s face, smashing him with it once more. Crimson Justice’s body swings around a fully 180degrees before he falls to his hands and knees. Famous, still taking deep breathes, shakes his head.
F: I... I don’t have time for this...!
The Tinseltown Terror simply throws the tool at his downed foe before staggering away, leaving the scene entirely. After a while, El Párajo Rojo gets back up to his feet. Beaten and showing it, he takes a look around, searching for Famous.
PR: Él… ¿Él se escapó? Ieieie...
Trying his best to recover from the fray, the big man quickly throws his arm out towards the direction he believes his nemesis escaped to.
PR: Villain! You may have... You may have gotten away this time! But no one... no one can escape the message of the Gods! And I am the Deliverer of their Word!
On this finally note, Crimson Justice marches valiantly out of view, bringing this segment to an end.
