Post by The Submission Technician on Jun 27, 2008 20:53:49 GMT -4
06/26/2008 14:00est
The scene opens to Vin sitting in his locker room. He is hunched over in penitent thought, a gold cross clenched between his clasped hands.
Absolute and all knowing God,
Nothing is hidden from Your sight.
In the prescience since the beginning,
All knowledge existed within You.
Kindly share Your knowledge with me,
Making me aware of what is meant to be,
Permitting my soul to understand it,
And wisdom to agree with its outcome.
Provide me with the gift of discretion,
To prudently apply received knowledge,
To ensure the fulfillment of Your Will.
Your knowledge shines forth forever!
Vin blesses himself with the cross. He seems relaxed now, focused, somehow the gravity of his life is not affecting him at this particular moment. He sits back on the chair and lights a cigarette. His eyes turn upward as he exhales. And queue the anxiety. Vin feels his stomach get tight.
Vin: “I hate in rings”
He clenches at his gut. A look of anguish on his brow. Then a sound rumbled forward, and from his mouth leapt a guttural belch. The likes of which would have made any college frat boy proud. Vin could taste the bad airplane food, mingling with the remnants of the cold pizza he had this morning for breakfast. The taste of the putrid concoction made him wretch into the trash bin…..Spit….Burp….Spit. A sigh of relief falls over his face.
Vin: “Mmmmm…Better.”
Vin’s cell phone rings.
Vin: “Hello….hey Stacey how are you, I thought I would have heard from you sooner…..oh I see…..so you can’t….gotcha……your sending who….really…she is….now….ok I’ll look for her…..you know what I’ll just let her explain it to me when I see her. ok cool. Talk to you soon…bye.”
Vin stands up and checks the time. A breath of frustration escapes his lips.
Vin; “Where the hell is he? He was supposed to be he fifteen minutes ago. I have to go on in like five. FUCK.”
Vin swings the door open reminiscent of the countless times he ran away from the orphanage. His eyes widen and he stumbles backward to see Gideon and Artemis talking to one another.
Vin: “What in the hell…how did you….you both….and the……shit man what the fuck?”
Gideon: “I was just getting acquainted with our new friend here.”
Vin: “But you were supposed to be here fifteen minutes ago.”
Gideon: “I was, but you were in prayer, and I did not want to disturb you. And while I was waiting, this nice young lady arrived to see you. So I told here you were busy and that you would be right out, and here you are.”
Vin: “How did you know I was praying? And Artemis how did you know where to find me. And what the hell I have to hit the ring in like now. You two follow me……damn it I was going to let you guys introduce yourselves tonight but you are not ready for that yet, so I am just going to call you guys down to the ring let everyone know who you are and you guys can debut on your own later.” “Oh and Artemis you were supposed to fill me in on something.”
Artemis: “yeah the guys wanted me to tell you that they can’t get detailed after what happened with that whole King thing. So that pulled a few strings and got me assigned to you instead. Fully backed by the governor’s office I am your liaison between the Fed and the LAPD. Plus what better way to keep an eye on whoever wants you done in than to wrestle right alongside of you.” “Oh and one more thing we have a few plain clothes detectives in the crowd, just in case.”
Vin; “Cool. Ok here we go, just hang here you two until you hear me call you to the ring.”
The lights go black in the arena; as the opening monolog of his entrance starts, the music drops, and multiple white illumination pyrotechnic strobes fire off to the first measure of beats. The second monolog starts as a lone spotlight shines down on VIN who starts breaking several glow sticks attached to strings and securing them around his neck, wrists, and ankles. Upon the second beat drop the light goes out and you see VIN “rave” his way down the ramp toward the ring. Multi colored swirls make their way to the ring. He climbs to the top turn buckle and the glow sticks create an open five-point position, holds it for a second and does a crucifix summersault with a 900 corkscrew, and lands in a break dance split as the lights turn back on, the music cuts and the ring posts explode with blue pyrotechnics.
The crowd is on their feet, cheering with thunderous approval.
Harvey: Listen to this crowd cheer for Vin E Lambardo. Ever since his brother kicked him out of the COK, the faithful have really taken a liking to him. They really seem to be behind him tonight.
Chase: “No doubt about it, he is turning out to be a fan fav.”
Vin grabs the microphone and stands in the middle of the ring. He raises his head slightly to the left, and slowly turns it right. The look on his face being of humble satisfaction.
Vin: “My people…..I stand before you today a changed man….a man with a mission….with a cause…a destiny if you will. Many of you may expect me to say that my destiny is to win the belt or exact my revenge on my brother for turning on me…..but you would be wrong. I have a higher calling. I am in pursuit of something that cannot be measured by the material world. I stand here before you today….Searching for my Brother!!!! Kenny Lambardo has become something that he never intended himself to be. He has been consumed by the kaos that he professed to wield. I am here to set him free, to bring him back to his friends, his fans, and his blood.
The crowd looses their minds and explodes into cheers for the noble gesture.
Harvey: “WOW, folks who could have expected that to come out of his mouth.”
Chase: “Well he is a Lambardo, we’ve said it before and I will say it again, we should never be surprised at anything that comes out of the mouth of a Lambardo.”
Harvey: “You said it.”
Vin: “I do however have to take this time to address my opponents….
A mixture of cheers and boos come forth from the crowd.
….I thought that I sent them a clear message the last overdrive….
Another set of mixed emotions from the crowd.
…I attacked them from behind, with a steel chair….I leveled each one of them in succession….
A long pause.
….I am here to say tonight in front of the faithful and the world………I….Was….Wrong!!!
Harvey: “What, where did that come from? I have never heard a Lambardo apologize to an opponent that he just leveled.”
Chase: “I will reiterate..”
Harvey: “We know, we know”
The crowd not certain what to make of it.
Vin: “So Austin Daniels, to you I apologize. Victor Brander, to you sir, I apologize. And last but not least Dr. Phate to you sir, I do deeply apologize. I am a man of but eighteen years, I got a little overzealous. I allowed the kaos that permeated this fed like the stench of a mafia bog, to affect my judgment. I allowed the sin of pride to cloud my mind. I respect all of you as opponents, athletes, and men. I hope that you will all accept my humble apologies.”
Harvey: “What an overture by The Submission Technician.”
And as he said that the lights in the arena dim to the brink of utter darkness, the only light emanating from the Tron screen as a large "Icon" logo blares forth in crimson. The voice of RuPaul suddenly pipes throughout the venue, the words, "I've got one thing to say: You better work!" preceding the sudden "Oh" of Fergie as "London Bridge" begins echoing throughout the building! As "London Bridge" gets under way a spotlight begins searching the audience...and it finds its target as "The Icon" Doctor Phate cuts through the crowd, leading them in a sing-along of his theme music! Hopping the guardrail, Phate hops up to the ring apron and motions coyly for the referee to hold open the ropes for him. The ref holds open the ropes....and Phate steps through, rubbing his skirt-covered ass against the ref's crotch! The ref freaks out as Phate winks and makes a "Call Me" motion with his hand before dancing a little provocatively to the beat of his theme and singing along with the spectators.
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The crowd almost shake the stadium off its foundation with the cheers.
Dr. Phate slides into the ring, microphone in hand. He walks up to Vin in a stare down. He raises his microphone to speak.
Dr. Phate: “You know Vin, most people that have ever dared to hit me from behind, have talked a whole lot of shit, acted real tough, and when they came face to face with me, all ran like little bitches. Not that I blame them but still. Now I ask you do I look like a bitch? Do I?”
Vin: “Not at all.”
Dr. Phate: “Then why did you try to fuck me like one? But on a serious note you came out here like a man and apologized and I respect that, so I accept your apology.”
Both men extend their hands and shake.
The crowd still on their feet.
Harvey: “This is an APW first. I don’t ever remember something like this happening before.”
Vin: “I appreciate that, and I wish you the best of luck in the match. I am coming hard for you and I know that you are coming just as hard for me. So may the best man win.”
One last shake and Dr. Phate’s music queues and he walks back down the ramp to the back stage area. Vin turns to the crowd and calls them quiet. A hush falls over the crowd as they wait with bated breath to see what else is in store for them.
Vin: “I am going to end my time here by introducing you to some new friends of mine that you will all become very familiar with very very soon. The two people that I am going to bring out are two people that will be instrumental in the accomplishing of my mighty crusade, to save my brother. The first is a monk of the Opus Dei order, he has been sent here to the APW fed as a liaison between me and the Roman Catholic Church, as I now endorse them. The other is an LAPD officer who was assigned to me by Governor Schwartseneger to see that I do walk out of this ring. I introduce to you all….”The Penitent Warrior” Gideon…and “The Badass with Class” Artemis Morningstar.”
The lights go dead and the Titanton flashes…
The lights come back up and the two of them appear in the middle of the ring with Vin. They all grab one another hand and raise them high over their heads. A glint out of the corner of Artemis’ eye, she spots a red dot on the middle of Vin’s Chest. Without a word she throws Vin to the mat as the crack of a rifle rings out across the arena. The camera zooms in on a trank dart imbedded in the turn buckle. The camera goes black.
The scene opens to Vin sitting in his locker room. He is hunched over in penitent thought, a gold cross clenched between his clasped hands.
Absolute and all knowing God,
Nothing is hidden from Your sight.
In the prescience since the beginning,
All knowledge existed within You.
Kindly share Your knowledge with me,
Making me aware of what is meant to be,
Permitting my soul to understand it,
And wisdom to agree with its outcome.
Provide me with the gift of discretion,
To prudently apply received knowledge,
To ensure the fulfillment of Your Will.
Your knowledge shines forth forever!
Vin blesses himself with the cross. He seems relaxed now, focused, somehow the gravity of his life is not affecting him at this particular moment. He sits back on the chair and lights a cigarette. His eyes turn upward as he exhales. And queue the anxiety. Vin feels his stomach get tight.
Vin: “I hate in rings”
He clenches at his gut. A look of anguish on his brow. Then a sound rumbled forward, and from his mouth leapt a guttural belch. The likes of which would have made any college frat boy proud. Vin could taste the bad airplane food, mingling with the remnants of the cold pizza he had this morning for breakfast. The taste of the putrid concoction made him wretch into the trash bin…..Spit….Burp….Spit. A sigh of relief falls over his face.
Vin: “Mmmmm…Better.”
Vin’s cell phone rings.
Vin: “Hello….hey Stacey how are you, I thought I would have heard from you sooner…..oh I see…..so you can’t….gotcha……your sending who….really…she is….now….ok I’ll look for her…..you know what I’ll just let her explain it to me when I see her. ok cool. Talk to you soon…bye.”
Vin stands up and checks the time. A breath of frustration escapes his lips.
Vin; “Where the hell is he? He was supposed to be he fifteen minutes ago. I have to go on in like five. FUCK.”
Vin swings the door open reminiscent of the countless times he ran away from the orphanage. His eyes widen and he stumbles backward to see Gideon and Artemis talking to one another.
Vin: “What in the hell…how did you….you both….and the……shit man what the fuck?”
Gideon: “I was just getting acquainted with our new friend here.”
Vin: “But you were supposed to be here fifteen minutes ago.”
Gideon: “I was, but you were in prayer, and I did not want to disturb you. And while I was waiting, this nice young lady arrived to see you. So I told here you were busy and that you would be right out, and here you are.”
Vin: “How did you know I was praying? And Artemis how did you know where to find me. And what the hell I have to hit the ring in like now. You two follow me……damn it I was going to let you guys introduce yourselves tonight but you are not ready for that yet, so I am just going to call you guys down to the ring let everyone know who you are and you guys can debut on your own later.” “Oh and Artemis you were supposed to fill me in on something.”
Artemis: “yeah the guys wanted me to tell you that they can’t get detailed after what happened with that whole King thing. So that pulled a few strings and got me assigned to you instead. Fully backed by the governor’s office I am your liaison between the Fed and the LAPD. Plus what better way to keep an eye on whoever wants you done in than to wrestle right alongside of you.” “Oh and one more thing we have a few plain clothes detectives in the crowd, just in case.”
Vin; “Cool. Ok here we go, just hang here you two until you hear me call you to the ring.”
The lights go black in the arena; as the opening monolog of his entrance starts, the music drops, and multiple white illumination pyrotechnic strobes fire off to the first measure of beats. The second monolog starts as a lone spotlight shines down on VIN who starts breaking several glow sticks attached to strings and securing them around his neck, wrists, and ankles. Upon the second beat drop the light goes out and you see VIN “rave” his way down the ramp toward the ring. Multi colored swirls make their way to the ring. He climbs to the top turn buckle and the glow sticks create an open five-point position, holds it for a second and does a crucifix summersault with a 900 corkscrew, and lands in a break dance split as the lights turn back on, the music cuts and the ring posts explode with blue pyrotechnics.
The crowd is on their feet, cheering with thunderous approval.
Harvey: Listen to this crowd cheer for Vin E Lambardo. Ever since his brother kicked him out of the COK, the faithful have really taken a liking to him. They really seem to be behind him tonight.
Chase: “No doubt about it, he is turning out to be a fan fav.”
Vin grabs the microphone and stands in the middle of the ring. He raises his head slightly to the left, and slowly turns it right. The look on his face being of humble satisfaction.
Vin: “My people…..I stand before you today a changed man….a man with a mission….with a cause…a destiny if you will. Many of you may expect me to say that my destiny is to win the belt or exact my revenge on my brother for turning on me…..but you would be wrong. I have a higher calling. I am in pursuit of something that cannot be measured by the material world. I stand here before you today….Searching for my Brother!!!! Kenny Lambardo has become something that he never intended himself to be. He has been consumed by the kaos that he professed to wield. I am here to set him free, to bring him back to his friends, his fans, and his blood.
The crowd looses their minds and explodes into cheers for the noble gesture.
Harvey: “WOW, folks who could have expected that to come out of his mouth.”
Chase: “Well he is a Lambardo, we’ve said it before and I will say it again, we should never be surprised at anything that comes out of the mouth of a Lambardo.”
Harvey: “You said it.”
Vin: “I do however have to take this time to address my opponents….
A mixture of cheers and boos come forth from the crowd.
….I thought that I sent them a clear message the last overdrive….
Another set of mixed emotions from the crowd.
…I attacked them from behind, with a steel chair….I leveled each one of them in succession….
A long pause.
….I am here to say tonight in front of the faithful and the world………I….Was….Wrong!!!
Harvey: “What, where did that come from? I have never heard a Lambardo apologize to an opponent that he just leveled.”
Chase: “I will reiterate..”
Harvey: “We know, we know”
The crowd not certain what to make of it.
Vin: “So Austin Daniels, to you I apologize. Victor Brander, to you sir, I apologize. And last but not least Dr. Phate to you sir, I do deeply apologize. I am a man of but eighteen years, I got a little overzealous. I allowed the kaos that permeated this fed like the stench of a mafia bog, to affect my judgment. I allowed the sin of pride to cloud my mind. I respect all of you as opponents, athletes, and men. I hope that you will all accept my humble apologies.”
Harvey: “What an overture by The Submission Technician.”
And as he said that the lights in the arena dim to the brink of utter darkness, the only light emanating from the Tron screen as a large "Icon" logo blares forth in crimson. The voice of RuPaul suddenly pipes throughout the venue, the words, "I've got one thing to say: You better work!" preceding the sudden "Oh" of Fergie as "London Bridge" begins echoing throughout the building! As "London Bridge" gets under way a spotlight begins searching the audience...and it finds its target as "The Icon" Doctor Phate cuts through the crowd, leading them in a sing-along of his theme music! Hopping the guardrail, Phate hops up to the ring apron and motions coyly for the referee to hold open the ropes for him. The ref holds open the ropes....and Phate steps through, rubbing his skirt-covered ass against the ref's crotch! The ref freaks out as Phate winks and makes a "Call Me" motion with his hand before dancing a little provocatively to the beat of his theme and singing along with the spectators.
[/yt]BeQPiR7dM3Y[/yt]
The crowd almost shake the stadium off its foundation with the cheers.
Dr. Phate slides into the ring, microphone in hand. He walks up to Vin in a stare down. He raises his microphone to speak.
Dr. Phate: “You know Vin, most people that have ever dared to hit me from behind, have talked a whole lot of shit, acted real tough, and when they came face to face with me, all ran like little bitches. Not that I blame them but still. Now I ask you do I look like a bitch? Do I?”
Vin: “Not at all.”
Dr. Phate: “Then why did you try to fuck me like one? But on a serious note you came out here like a man and apologized and I respect that, so I accept your apology.”
Both men extend their hands and shake.
The crowd still on their feet.
Harvey: “This is an APW first. I don’t ever remember something like this happening before.”
Vin: “I appreciate that, and I wish you the best of luck in the match. I am coming hard for you and I know that you are coming just as hard for me. So may the best man win.”
One last shake and Dr. Phate’s music queues and he walks back down the ramp to the back stage area. Vin turns to the crowd and calls them quiet. A hush falls over the crowd as they wait with bated breath to see what else is in store for them.
Vin: “I am going to end my time here by introducing you to some new friends of mine that you will all become very familiar with very very soon. The two people that I am going to bring out are two people that will be instrumental in the accomplishing of my mighty crusade, to save my brother. The first is a monk of the Opus Dei order, he has been sent here to the APW fed as a liaison between me and the Roman Catholic Church, as I now endorse them. The other is an LAPD officer who was assigned to me by Governor Schwartseneger to see that I do walk out of this ring. I introduce to you all….”The Penitent Warrior” Gideon…and “The Badass with Class” Artemis Morningstar.”
The lights go dead and the Titanton flashes…
The lights come back up and the two of them appear in the middle of the ring with Vin. They all grab one another hand and raise them high over their heads. A glint out of the corner of Artemis’ eye, she spots a red dot on the middle of Vin’s Chest. Without a word she throws Vin to the mat as the crack of a rifle rings out across the arena. The camera zooms in on a trank dart imbedded in the turn buckle. The camera goes black.
