Post by The Submission Technician on Apr 11, 2008 17:35:03 GMT -4
The scene opens with Vin on his cell phone talking......
"Hey Pete what’s going on......Really!...Listen you tell him that I already told him I would dj the party for free but he's not getting a break on the pills....It's 3 per for 3000 count, 4per for 2000, 5per for 1000, anything under 1000 is 8 and up, that’s just how it Fucking is...Hey, Santino is putting a lot of trust in me to run this party solo this time....He's got me doing security, pay offs, power, and party favors if ya catch my drift, he's expecting things to go off smooth and if that Son Of a Bitch thinks he's gonna squeeze me just cause Sonny ain't around on this one I Fucking Kill him...... no....No......Fucking NO.....you fucking make sure that that little fuck knows.....I swear to god Pete.....Well just fucking get it done............Its good.......seems pretty good and all.....most of the people are cool but, well some of these muthafuckas are just plain well fucked up.....like you check it, this one dude, is a fucking cow....no shit....I'll explain later....yeah....sure....well I got my first match coming up this week....yeah.....some guy calls himself Seth Storm....yeah I know....hey did you take a look into that thing for me....good email me the files....thx....well listen man I gotta run they need me to go do this promo thing.....alright talk to you soon bro....peace.".
He gets out of the cab at the arena decked out in his typical black Ecko hoodie, black Shady jeans, white air force ones, blue Yankee fitted, and black flag rockin out from under the belt loop on the front of his left leg. He grabs his gym bag and walks into the building while looking for anyone who looks like they know what the hell is going on. He spots a man wearing a black STAFF shirt and calls out to him.
"Yo, bro, hey maybe you could help me out, I'm the new guy and don’t know where shit is or what the fuck I'm supposed to be doing so if you could point me in the direction of someone in charge I would appreciate it."
The man asks Vin his name and proceeds to call his boss. A few seconds go by and the man turns to Vin.
“Ok sir, you went through the wrong door you need to go to the other door around the front of the building and check in with the front desk".
"ok man thanks". said Vin as he turned around and started to walk around to the front. As he approaches the main entrance we is stopped by security and searched.
He takes notice of the desk and the man behind. “Hey I'm supposed to check in with you right."
He said in a hopeful tone. "Yeah right this way I will take you to your locker room".
After a short walk Vin sees the locker room door with his name on it and stops for just a second, looking at it like he was a five year old who just met his favorite super hero.
"You believe this shit." he said to himself with amazement.
He puts his bag down and has a seat. He pulls a cig out of his pack and the roach from breakfast falls to the floor.
"Shit" he yells as he quickly picks it up. "Actually that sound like a fucking awesome idea right about now" he thinks to himself. He checks the clock, "still got bout an hour before the Prez, said I had to be here, so why the fuck not?"
He rips open the roach and pours its contentse into his pipe, and with one monstrously large pull fills his lungs with all the rich, mind altering goodness that was left over.
He pulls a laptop out of his bag and proceeds to check his email. “Wow so it is true….I wonder how he is going to react, well I guess I’m going to find out.” Vin thought to himself.
He saves the file on to a flash drive and then pulls up the APW web site. He looks at the highlights of the house shows from the past few days. He clicks to see the debut of his opponent. He laughs. He then clicks to his opponents Bio. As he reads his face drops, and a look of disgusted disbelief comes over his face.
“How the fuck dare he….. Who the fuck does he think….. ok, ok just wait.” He said in the classic Brooklyn Guinea tone.
He closes the note book and grabs the flash drive. He drops the flash drive in an envelope marked “KENNY” and walks out of the room.
As he steps out of the locker room he is greeted by one of the APW staff members. “Excuse me are you Vin?” asked the intern.
“Yeah” he replied. You are wanted at the ring for your promo, I will take you there.”
“Cool.”
When he gets to the entrance area the producer calls him over. “ok, I know your new to all this, so relax and just go up there and tell everybody about you, and your match, try to really sell everyone on watching it.” explained the producer.
“Yo, I might be new but I’ve been watching this shit since I was fucking 12 ok asshole, don’t fucking talk to me like I’m a fucking child or I’ll smack the shit straight out of your ass. Got me?” snapped Vin.
“ ok, ok, ok no need to bug out on me, just go do what they hired you to do then.”
“Then cue my fucking music” yelled the amped Vin.
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 there way to the ring, while loose glow sticks fly forth from the glowing swirls in bright flashes into the crowd. 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.
Vin grabs the microphone and takes his spot at the center of the ring. The lights go out and a lone spotlight shines down on the kid.
Harvey: And let’s see… Who do we have here? Vin “E” LAMBARDO???
Chase: Did you pronounce that right???
Harvey: This has got to be a typo
“Ok Ladies and Gentlemen… no… Greetings… no… Lets get ready to…NO FUCK THIS GIMMIK SHIT. You want to know a little bit about me and my match? OK. Let me start by asking the question…can’t we find someone worth a little more of my time than this washed up has been, I mean really how can I start to make a name for myself in this fed if I have to fight a man who’s career ended 2 years ago. News flash your not a wrestler it you don’t wrestle bitch. You know there is an old saying, those who can do; those who can’t teach. Those are wise words my friends.”
Harvey: Well that wasn’t very nice…
“And who the fuck do you think you are coming in here and saying that you are going to save the business from the scum that has been infecting it, which scum would that be? You mean the ones who all wear gold around their waists. The scum that made APW the hottest thing to hit the biz since Mount Olympus. That same scum that night after night have come out here and tortured their own bodies all in the name of giving the fans what they want, while for the past two years you’ve sat back and barked orders while others bare the bruises.”
He gets a small reaction from the crowd…
“What credibility do you bring to this fed? I know , I know you held every single title on the face of the planet in WWEBB2. Is that supposed to impress anybody here? How great of a federation was it if one man held every single title at one time? What were there like four other wrestlers at that time? Did you win four whole matches to have that honor? I mean come on!”
Harvey: That’s so bad…
Chase: That would never happen in APW. Who would run a place like that, Andy McHeyman…
“You know what cred. I bring to the ring? I fight to eat. Orphaned on the streets of Bed-Sty Brooklyn at the age of 12. I have been getting paid to hurt people since I needed my own cash. This is natural to me, this is what I do. I just haven’t gotten paid this much before. But if you need something you can look at with rep. behind it, lets just say Royce Grace owed some people I worked for some money, so I paid it and he trained me as payment for not killing him. So wrap you little mind around the fact that I’m not here for show, I’m here to go.”
The fans cheer!
Harvey: Who the hell is Royce Grace?
Chase: The three time ultimate fighting champion, three years running.
Harvey: What the hell does that have to do with PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING?
Chase: Nothing! It has to do with how Vin is gonna break this guy in half!
“Or would that be the scum that put them all there President Jeff? You do remember him right? You know, your current employer. Who by the way is the reason I’m sleeping in a fucking great hotel tonight and not my shitty apartment. The man that gave me a shot at an honest living. One I would not have otherwise been able to get. So talk shit about him one more time and I’ll show you how Brooklyn gets down.” “You seem to need some respect beaten into you. So I’m going to transfer that concept to you via my size 12 up the fucking ass, and walk all over you for the rest of the night like a slipper. I’ll make you beg. I’ll put you on your knees like I paid you to be there.
Chase: And he would probably enjoy that, too!
Harvey: What ever happened to objective commentary?
Chase: What ever happened to you shutting the hell up…
The fans cheer!
Lambardo began pacing around the ring.
“Another thing, who the in the ever living fuck are you to call yourself gods gift? The last time I checked God’s last gift to the earth was nailed to a tree and buried under rocks, if you would like I can arrange similar circumstances for you. And really Archangel are you serious, you say it like it makes you badass, now if six years at the orphanage being raised by nuns after my mom was killed taught me anything it’s the bible. And the archangels are third stringers, like your career, which now that I say it seems to fit you so go ahead keep that one. But seriously if you’re God’s archangel then by comparison I would be His Throne, you know the twenty-four badass’ that administer God’s justice. You self-righteous bag of shit. Before you start calling yourself things you really should know what the hell you’re self-absorbed, megalomaniacal ass is talking about… BITCH!
A quick breath and we’re back in full swing.
“Now I came here to do two things and two things only, One: Break People, and Two: get paid to do it….Well let’s add a third to that….And not go to jail over it. So spare me the lecture about how great you are and how you are the only real wrestler in the business anymore and all of your happy horse shit. Because when you step into the ring with me I am going to hurt you. Plain and simple, like you. Nothing flashy, nothing to compound, except for your fractures of course. I am going to lack and snap every joint in your body. And I’m not going to pin you, I am going to make you cry. You will submit, or you will die.”
The fans cheer!
“You know I would be a bit remiss however if I failed to relay to you a Revelation that I had today while I was watching your debut. As I was listening to you mind less dribble pour effortlessly from your lips I was reminded of something, “And I heard a great voice out of the temple saying…, Go your ways, and pour out the vials of the wrath of God upon the earth. And I saw three unclean spirits like frogs come out of the mouth of the dragon, and out of the mouth of the beast, and out of the mouth of the false prophet. Behold, I come as a thief. Blessed is he that watcheth, and keepeth his garments, lest he walk naked, and they see his shame. And there were voices, and thunders, and lightnings; and there was a great earthquake, such as was not since men were upon the earth, so mighty an earthquake, and so great. And there fell upon men a great hail out of heaven, every stone about the weight of a talent: and men blasphemed God because of the plague of the hail; for the plague thereof was exceeding great. And after these things I heard a great voice of much people in heaven, saying, Alleluia; Salvation, and glory, and honor, and power, unto the Lord our God: 2 For true and righteous are his judgments: for he hath judged the great whore, which did corrupt the earth with her fornication, and hath avenged the blood of his servants at her hand. 3 And again they said, Alleluia And her smoke rose up for ever and ever. 4 And the four and twenty elders and the four beasts fell down and worshipped God that sat on the throne, saying, Amen; Alleluia. 5 And a voice came out of the throne, saying, Praise our God, all ye his servants, and ye that fear him, both small and great. So look upon me know and see the living embodiment of all that you fear most.”
The fans are confused like a lost moo-man, but one yells “Amen brother!” and another that screams “Preach on!”…
Harvey: Well… That was rather biblical…
Chase: Maybe he should go join a church…
Harvey: Well at this point I think that’s kind of obvious…
And one more breath for good measure.
“And THAT my friend IS Gospel!”
"Hey Pete what’s going on......Really!...Listen you tell him that I already told him I would dj the party for free but he's not getting a break on the pills....It's 3 per for 3000 count, 4per for 2000, 5per for 1000, anything under 1000 is 8 and up, that’s just how it Fucking is...Hey, Santino is putting a lot of trust in me to run this party solo this time....He's got me doing security, pay offs, power, and party favors if ya catch my drift, he's expecting things to go off smooth and if that Son Of a Bitch thinks he's gonna squeeze me just cause Sonny ain't around on this one I Fucking Kill him...... no....No......Fucking NO.....you fucking make sure that that little fuck knows.....I swear to god Pete.....Well just fucking get it done............Its good.......seems pretty good and all.....most of the people are cool but, well some of these muthafuckas are just plain well fucked up.....like you check it, this one dude, is a fucking cow....no shit....I'll explain later....yeah....sure....well I got my first match coming up this week....yeah.....some guy calls himself Seth Storm....yeah I know....hey did you take a look into that thing for me....good email me the files....thx....well listen man I gotta run they need me to go do this promo thing.....alright talk to you soon bro....peace.".
He gets out of the cab at the arena decked out in his typical black Ecko hoodie, black Shady jeans, white air force ones, blue Yankee fitted, and black flag rockin out from under the belt loop on the front of his left leg. He grabs his gym bag and walks into the building while looking for anyone who looks like they know what the hell is going on. He spots a man wearing a black STAFF shirt and calls out to him.
"Yo, bro, hey maybe you could help me out, I'm the new guy and don’t know where shit is or what the fuck I'm supposed to be doing so if you could point me in the direction of someone in charge I would appreciate it."
The man asks Vin his name and proceeds to call his boss. A few seconds go by and the man turns to Vin.
“Ok sir, you went through the wrong door you need to go to the other door around the front of the building and check in with the front desk".
"ok man thanks". said Vin as he turned around and started to walk around to the front. As he approaches the main entrance we is stopped by security and searched.
He takes notice of the desk and the man behind. “Hey I'm supposed to check in with you right."
He said in a hopeful tone. "Yeah right this way I will take you to your locker room".
After a short walk Vin sees the locker room door with his name on it and stops for just a second, looking at it like he was a five year old who just met his favorite super hero.
"You believe this shit." he said to himself with amazement.
He puts his bag down and has a seat. He pulls a cig out of his pack and the roach from breakfast falls to the floor.
"Shit" he yells as he quickly picks it up. "Actually that sound like a fucking awesome idea right about now" he thinks to himself. He checks the clock, "still got bout an hour before the Prez, said I had to be here, so why the fuck not?"
He rips open the roach and pours its contentse into his pipe, and with one monstrously large pull fills his lungs with all the rich, mind altering goodness that was left over.
He pulls a laptop out of his bag and proceeds to check his email. “Wow so it is true….I wonder how he is going to react, well I guess I’m going to find out.” Vin thought to himself.
He saves the file on to a flash drive and then pulls up the APW web site. He looks at the highlights of the house shows from the past few days. He clicks to see the debut of his opponent. He laughs. He then clicks to his opponents Bio. As he reads his face drops, and a look of disgusted disbelief comes over his face.
“How the fuck dare he….. Who the fuck does he think….. ok, ok just wait.” He said in the classic Brooklyn Guinea tone.
He closes the note book and grabs the flash drive. He drops the flash drive in an envelope marked “KENNY” and walks out of the room.
As he steps out of the locker room he is greeted by one of the APW staff members. “Excuse me are you Vin?” asked the intern.
“Yeah” he replied. You are wanted at the ring for your promo, I will take you there.”
“Cool.”
When he gets to the entrance area the producer calls him over. “ok, I know your new to all this, so relax and just go up there and tell everybody about you, and your match, try to really sell everyone on watching it.” explained the producer.
“Yo, I might be new but I’ve been watching this shit since I was fucking 12 ok asshole, don’t fucking talk to me like I’m a fucking child or I’ll smack the shit straight out of your ass. Got me?” snapped Vin.
“ ok, ok, ok no need to bug out on me, just go do what they hired you to do then.”
“Then cue my fucking music” yelled the amped Vin.
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 there way to the ring, while loose glow sticks fly forth from the glowing swirls in bright flashes into the crowd. 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.
Vin grabs the microphone and takes his spot at the center of the ring. The lights go out and a lone spotlight shines down on the kid.
Harvey: And let’s see… Who do we have here? Vin “E” LAMBARDO???
Chase: Did you pronounce that right???
Harvey: This has got to be a typo
“Ok Ladies and Gentlemen… no… Greetings… no… Lets get ready to…NO FUCK THIS GIMMIK SHIT. You want to know a little bit about me and my match? OK. Let me start by asking the question…can’t we find someone worth a little more of my time than this washed up has been, I mean really how can I start to make a name for myself in this fed if I have to fight a man who’s career ended 2 years ago. News flash your not a wrestler it you don’t wrestle bitch. You know there is an old saying, those who can do; those who can’t teach. Those are wise words my friends.”
Harvey: Well that wasn’t very nice…
“And who the fuck do you think you are coming in here and saying that you are going to save the business from the scum that has been infecting it, which scum would that be? You mean the ones who all wear gold around their waists. The scum that made APW the hottest thing to hit the biz since Mount Olympus. That same scum that night after night have come out here and tortured their own bodies all in the name of giving the fans what they want, while for the past two years you’ve sat back and barked orders while others bare the bruises.”
He gets a small reaction from the crowd…
“What credibility do you bring to this fed? I know , I know you held every single title on the face of the planet in WWEBB2. Is that supposed to impress anybody here? How great of a federation was it if one man held every single title at one time? What were there like four other wrestlers at that time? Did you win four whole matches to have that honor? I mean come on!”
Harvey: That’s so bad…
Chase: That would never happen in APW. Who would run a place like that, Andy McHeyman…
“You know what cred. I bring to the ring? I fight to eat. Orphaned on the streets of Bed-Sty Brooklyn at the age of 12. I have been getting paid to hurt people since I needed my own cash. This is natural to me, this is what I do. I just haven’t gotten paid this much before. But if you need something you can look at with rep. behind it, lets just say Royce Grace owed some people I worked for some money, so I paid it and he trained me as payment for not killing him. So wrap you little mind around the fact that I’m not here for show, I’m here to go.”
The fans cheer!
Harvey: Who the hell is Royce Grace?
Chase: The three time ultimate fighting champion, three years running.
Harvey: What the hell does that have to do with PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING?
Chase: Nothing! It has to do with how Vin is gonna break this guy in half!
“Or would that be the scum that put them all there President Jeff? You do remember him right? You know, your current employer. Who by the way is the reason I’m sleeping in a fucking great hotel tonight and not my shitty apartment. The man that gave me a shot at an honest living. One I would not have otherwise been able to get. So talk shit about him one more time and I’ll show you how Brooklyn gets down.” “You seem to need some respect beaten into you. So I’m going to transfer that concept to you via my size 12 up the fucking ass, and walk all over you for the rest of the night like a slipper. I’ll make you beg. I’ll put you on your knees like I paid you to be there.
Chase: And he would probably enjoy that, too!
Harvey: What ever happened to objective commentary?
Chase: What ever happened to you shutting the hell up…
The fans cheer!
Lambardo began pacing around the ring.
“Another thing, who the in the ever living fuck are you to call yourself gods gift? The last time I checked God’s last gift to the earth was nailed to a tree and buried under rocks, if you would like I can arrange similar circumstances for you. And really Archangel are you serious, you say it like it makes you badass, now if six years at the orphanage being raised by nuns after my mom was killed taught me anything it’s the bible. And the archangels are third stringers, like your career, which now that I say it seems to fit you so go ahead keep that one. But seriously if you’re God’s archangel then by comparison I would be His Throne, you know the twenty-four badass’ that administer God’s justice. You self-righteous bag of shit. Before you start calling yourself things you really should know what the hell you’re self-absorbed, megalomaniacal ass is talking about… BITCH!
A quick breath and we’re back in full swing.
“Now I came here to do two things and two things only, One: Break People, and Two: get paid to do it….Well let’s add a third to that….And not go to jail over it. So spare me the lecture about how great you are and how you are the only real wrestler in the business anymore and all of your happy horse shit. Because when you step into the ring with me I am going to hurt you. Plain and simple, like you. Nothing flashy, nothing to compound, except for your fractures of course. I am going to lack and snap every joint in your body. And I’m not going to pin you, I am going to make you cry. You will submit, or you will die.”
The fans cheer!
“You know I would be a bit remiss however if I failed to relay to you a Revelation that I had today while I was watching your debut. As I was listening to you mind less dribble pour effortlessly from your lips I was reminded of something, “And I heard a great voice out of the temple saying…, Go your ways, and pour out the vials of the wrath of God upon the earth. And I saw three unclean spirits like frogs come out of the mouth of the dragon, and out of the mouth of the beast, and out of the mouth of the false prophet. Behold, I come as a thief. Blessed is he that watcheth, and keepeth his garments, lest he walk naked, and they see his shame. And there were voices, and thunders, and lightnings; and there was a great earthquake, such as was not since men were upon the earth, so mighty an earthquake, and so great. And there fell upon men a great hail out of heaven, every stone about the weight of a talent: and men blasphemed God because of the plague of the hail; for the plague thereof was exceeding great. And after these things I heard a great voice of much people in heaven, saying, Alleluia; Salvation, and glory, and honor, and power, unto the Lord our God: 2 For true and righteous are his judgments: for he hath judged the great whore, which did corrupt the earth with her fornication, and hath avenged the blood of his servants at her hand. 3 And again they said, Alleluia And her smoke rose up for ever and ever. 4 And the four and twenty elders and the four beasts fell down and worshipped God that sat on the throne, saying, Amen; Alleluia. 5 And a voice came out of the throne, saying, Praise our God, all ye his servants, and ye that fear him, both small and great. So look upon me know and see the living embodiment of all that you fear most.”
The fans are confused like a lost moo-man, but one yells “Amen brother!” and another that screams “Preach on!”…
Harvey: Well… That was rather biblical…
Chase: Maybe he should go join a church…
Harvey: Well at this point I think that’s kind of obvious…
And one more breath for good measure.
“And THAT my friend IS Gospel!”
