Post by Twister on Jan 12, 2009 1:42:45 GMT -4
Can you tell Im running out of creative names for these segments. Anywho...
Overdrive has come and gone, as week after week it does. Now new management in place, a new year well under way, huge announcements made... Good fun times. Everythings going according to plan... At least until Sabur, (see: Man Cow) gets assailed by his one time mentor Trevor Blackwell and his ... well... You call her what you want, frankly she scares me. Now headlines breaking though, Sabur out 4 months leaving APW with out a world champion.
That said, lets us bow our heads momentarily, a moment to reflect on all that the man cow has given us in his title reign... Oh yeah he's not dead is he... In that case let us raise our heads up.... Do it... Higher... Now all together.
MOOOOO!
There, dont you feel better. Yeah me neither, so lets get to something relavent shall we?
Our scene opens with Twister marching down a lengthy hallway within the Moncton Colliseum. He sports his trademark sunglasses hiding any visual expression but the intensity of the walk tells us one of two things, hes pissed off, or he really has to go to the bathroom. Time well tell.
Twister makes his way finally to a solid looking wooden door with the name plate 'President Jeff' on the front. He motions that he is going to knock then steps back and puts his foot through the door in the general area of the door handle. The door swings open half off its hinges and Twister quickly heads inside and looks around. A desk is stationed in the middle of the room, fancy looking chair, even some cheap art work up on the wall...
JEFF! JEFF!
Nothing. Of course you and I know Jeff is out of action, replaced by... Whats his name Dane? No... Max right Max Cook... No thats not it, Max Carter... Right. Got it. K well we know but clearly Twister missed the memo, and grand entrance last week... Oh well. Twister seems to steps forward and slams his foot right through the desk... Shards of wood spray around the room and the desk folds over crumbling under the kick. Twister stumbles slightly through the wreckage and grabs the chair. He hoists it high above his head and hurls it towards the door... as this is occuring previously mentioned Max Carter is about to enter the room. His eyes widen sharply as he sees the chair flying towards his head.
What the he...
Carter hits the floor quicker than a french hooker on a saturday night as the chair narrowly misses him shanking off the wall and bouncing into the hallway. Carter dusts himself off and no doubt counts his limbs, not to discount blessings, and looks angrily as Twister stops and looks at the GM quizzically.
Who the hell are you? Where's Jeff?
YOu come barging in here, you destroy my office and you question ME!
Your office! The door says Jeff.
Yeah well, blame canadian workmanship, sent the wrong plate, idiots... All of em.
Excuse you?
Canadians, idiots, did I stutter?
Twister springs across the room and goes to tackle Max but before the thought even got into his head security is everywhere shoving Twister backwards.
Damn it kid, you dont know when to quit do ya. I dont know what you want, or who you think your talking to but here this my name is Max Carter, the new GM here on Overdrive. You got a problem with that tough, but be damned if Im going to put up with your crap.
Twisters the name, Mac... Be wise to remember it.
Twister tries to fight through security to no avail as the GM shoots a glare at one of the many decorated stars on the roster.
Try to make a name off me again kid, you'll never work in this business again.
The hell is going on in here.
YOU!
Twist?
The camera pans back and the smug Trevor Blackwell stands mockingly in the doorway.
YOu son of a bitch, that belt belongs to me!
Actually it belongs to Sabur, but I'll hang on to it.
Twister makes a surge through the security and knocks the self proclaimed champ to the ground but guards are all over it keeping the two apart. Blackwell shakes his head as he sits up and leans against the wall as Twister is being carted down the hallway.
I'll get you son of a bitches yet! This is my year.
Trevor looks down the hallway, clearly hella confused by the preceedings and Max Carter looks on half dazed.
What do you want
He glares at Trevor.
I think ill come back some other time.
The camera pans out and fades as Trevor gets as far away from the carnage as possible.
We reopen outside a cell like structure presumably within the Moncton colliseum.
Son of a bitches... Lock me up... Calm down... CALM DOWN! I WILL NOT CALM DOWN.
The livid voice booming through the lock up area belongs to none other than Twister. He emerges from the shadows and grips the cage like doorway.
Eventually, your gonna have to let me out and when you do... Ima kill you.
Shut up.
Twister slams into the cage and reaches through towards the guard but to no avail, except potentially a good comic strip in the future. The guard pulls a night stick out of its holster and goes towards the cage as a voice echos from the distance. None other than Max carter emerges.
Leave him be... He would kill you.
The GM struts over to the cage almost mocking Twister. Twister reaches through the cage slamming into it again as Max side steps out of the way, his expression grows firm.
Listen here, we've never worked together, and clearly, you got some serious issues...
I dont want to fucking negotiate.
Hmm...
Im tired of the low end crap, I want the headlines and I want them now. Grant them, or I WILL take them.
The GM looks unimpressed by the ravings of Twister. Twister steps back and then slams into the cage again grabbing Max's shirt. The GM pulls away a patch of fabric tearing from his shirt.
Alright kid you want headlines... This week, overdrive... One on one with Link.
Twister clenches the fabric in his fist and backs from the cage. He backs from the cage slightly and seems to relax.
Ok Mac.
Max.
You are what I call you. I'll play your game, nice of you to sacrifice Link to serve as a pawn for us.
I'd say you might be in more....
Max's sentence is cut off as Twister springs forward again this time sending the man through the cage door.
Shit!
Max as if he just shit himself flies out of the room as the security guard grabs the wrestler.
Thats it son.
Twister spins around and levels the guard with a stiff arm lariat. Twister turns around and sees two other burly guards coming towards him. Twister ducks past the two men but is grabed from behind. Tripped up Twister rolls over and shoves one man off with his legs before rolling to his feet... The second guard is caught in mid stride and hoisted onto Twist's shoulders. A fury in the wind sends the guard crashing to the floor rather abruptly and allows Twister to maintain footing to catch the original guard coming back in. Quickly Twister grabs the head of the guard and drops him with a windbreaker. Twister jumps to his feet and surveys the damage with a sadistic smirk on his face. He kneels down and leans in real close to one of the guards and begins to speak.
This... This is my year. You hear me?
Twister looks over to another casualty on the floor.
YOU HEAR ME!
Twister springs to his feet and moves forward kicking the guard in the side of the head, a sickening smack can be heard through the confines of the room.
Now you cant hear anyone.
Twister leans down almost laying on the floor beside another guard who is half concious.
Listen... Real... Good... Last week, Trevor and his little band of misfits tried to put me down. Tried to mae a statement through ME!
Twister grabs the guards shirt and pulls him close, he's almost frothing at the mouth.
NO ONE! Makes a statement... through... me. I went to find Jeff... I wanted to make things right... Jeffs not home...
Twister grabs the guard by the shirt and slams his half awake body into the wall smacking his head off the wall, he then tosses the limp corpse aside. He crawls across the floor and leans against another guard.
Jeffs not home, now... No one can fix it... Macarter... He's stuck with this now. I... I'm gonna be his worst nightmare.
Twister sits cross legged on the floor and pulls at his hair.
Tell me... Tell me stranger... If Link beat Trevor, and I beat Link, does that put me back in the hunt. Link, your a bit beat up arent ya. Yeah... It's ok, I wont tell... Shh... It'll be our little secret Link. You get to be a pawn in this little game. Getting used just like everyone else, but you... Week in and week out abused... Fed to the wolves... Now your in the most precarious of all... Yeah he is.
Twister loses his focus (to go following his mind Im sure) and begins whispering to the unconcious guard again.
See he has to face me, an angry, determined warrior... The man destined to be number one in 2009. Yeah, me. The man who's won every major title he's battled for... and soon... Soon my time will come again, til then... Tick tock, whats that you say?
Twister gets up and walks towards a small wall clock and leans his head towards the clock.
Yeah... I hear it... Time ticking away. It tells me... Its telling me its my time. My destiny awaits.
Twister holds out the clock and sways from side to side...
Tick.... Tock.... Tick...
What the hells going on down here.
Oh... Shh...
Twister dives into the shadows as another guard comes into the room. He looks down at his fallen comrades. He reaches down for one of them when Twister dives out of the shadows.
Times up!
What?
The guard looks up just in time to get slammed in the face with the clock, glass and plastic fly everywhere as the guard crumples to the floor. Twister lays down beside him and whispers to him too holding his head in the process as if mocking the fallen guard.
Times up for you, just flew away... bang. Yeah like that... Just like Link... Monday night.... its nothing personal Link... Are you even listening Link... Do you hear me Link... LISTEN TO ME LINK! ANSWER ME LINK!
Twister grabs the guards head and slams him repeatedly into the ground as he yells.
THIS IS MY YEAR!
A barrage of guards burst into the room and grab Twister from behind and begin to haul him away as he kicks and screams the entire way.
ITS MY YEAR DAMNIT! I'LL GET YOU! I'LL GET YOU APW! YOU WILL... ALL OF YOU... FEAR TWISTERS RAGE!
The scene fades out.
Overdrive has come and gone, as week after week it does. Now new management in place, a new year well under way, huge announcements made... Good fun times. Everythings going according to plan... At least until Sabur, (see: Man Cow) gets assailed by his one time mentor Trevor Blackwell and his ... well... You call her what you want, frankly she scares me. Now headlines breaking though, Sabur out 4 months leaving APW with out a world champion.
That said, lets us bow our heads momentarily, a moment to reflect on all that the man cow has given us in his title reign... Oh yeah he's not dead is he... In that case let us raise our heads up.... Do it... Higher... Now all together.
MOOOOO!
There, dont you feel better. Yeah me neither, so lets get to something relavent shall we?
Our scene opens with Twister marching down a lengthy hallway within the Moncton Colliseum. He sports his trademark sunglasses hiding any visual expression but the intensity of the walk tells us one of two things, hes pissed off, or he really has to go to the bathroom. Time well tell.
Twister makes his way finally to a solid looking wooden door with the name plate 'President Jeff' on the front. He motions that he is going to knock then steps back and puts his foot through the door in the general area of the door handle. The door swings open half off its hinges and Twister quickly heads inside and looks around. A desk is stationed in the middle of the room, fancy looking chair, even some cheap art work up on the wall...
JEFF! JEFF!
Nothing. Of course you and I know Jeff is out of action, replaced by... Whats his name Dane? No... Max right Max Cook... No thats not it, Max Carter... Right. Got it. K well we know but clearly Twister missed the memo, and grand entrance last week... Oh well. Twister seems to steps forward and slams his foot right through the desk... Shards of wood spray around the room and the desk folds over crumbling under the kick. Twister stumbles slightly through the wreckage and grabs the chair. He hoists it high above his head and hurls it towards the door... as this is occuring previously mentioned Max Carter is about to enter the room. His eyes widen sharply as he sees the chair flying towards his head.
What the he...
Carter hits the floor quicker than a french hooker on a saturday night as the chair narrowly misses him shanking off the wall and bouncing into the hallway. Carter dusts himself off and no doubt counts his limbs, not to discount blessings, and looks angrily as Twister stops and looks at the GM quizzically.
Who the hell are you? Where's Jeff?
YOu come barging in here, you destroy my office and you question ME!
Your office! The door says Jeff.
Yeah well, blame canadian workmanship, sent the wrong plate, idiots... All of em.
Excuse you?
Canadians, idiots, did I stutter?
Twister springs across the room and goes to tackle Max but before the thought even got into his head security is everywhere shoving Twister backwards.
Damn it kid, you dont know when to quit do ya. I dont know what you want, or who you think your talking to but here this my name is Max Carter, the new GM here on Overdrive. You got a problem with that tough, but be damned if Im going to put up with your crap.
Twisters the name, Mac... Be wise to remember it.
Twister tries to fight through security to no avail as the GM shoots a glare at one of the many decorated stars on the roster.
Try to make a name off me again kid, you'll never work in this business again.
The hell is going on in here.
YOU!
Twist?
The camera pans back and the smug Trevor Blackwell stands mockingly in the doorway.
YOu son of a bitch, that belt belongs to me!
Actually it belongs to Sabur, but I'll hang on to it.
Twister makes a surge through the security and knocks the self proclaimed champ to the ground but guards are all over it keeping the two apart. Blackwell shakes his head as he sits up and leans against the wall as Twister is being carted down the hallway.
I'll get you son of a bitches yet! This is my year.
Trevor looks down the hallway, clearly hella confused by the preceedings and Max Carter looks on half dazed.
What do you want
He glares at Trevor.
I think ill come back some other time.
The camera pans out and fades as Trevor gets as far away from the carnage as possible.
We reopen outside a cell like structure presumably within the Moncton colliseum.
Son of a bitches... Lock me up... Calm down... CALM DOWN! I WILL NOT CALM DOWN.
The livid voice booming through the lock up area belongs to none other than Twister. He emerges from the shadows and grips the cage like doorway.
Eventually, your gonna have to let me out and when you do... Ima kill you.
Shut up.
Twister slams into the cage and reaches through towards the guard but to no avail, except potentially a good comic strip in the future. The guard pulls a night stick out of its holster and goes towards the cage as a voice echos from the distance. None other than Max carter emerges.
Leave him be... He would kill you.
The GM struts over to the cage almost mocking Twister. Twister reaches through the cage slamming into it again as Max side steps out of the way, his expression grows firm.
Listen here, we've never worked together, and clearly, you got some serious issues...
I dont want to fucking negotiate.
Hmm...
Im tired of the low end crap, I want the headlines and I want them now. Grant them, or I WILL take them.
The GM looks unimpressed by the ravings of Twister. Twister steps back and then slams into the cage again grabbing Max's shirt. The GM pulls away a patch of fabric tearing from his shirt.
Alright kid you want headlines... This week, overdrive... One on one with Link.
Twister clenches the fabric in his fist and backs from the cage. He backs from the cage slightly and seems to relax.
Ok Mac.
Max.
You are what I call you. I'll play your game, nice of you to sacrifice Link to serve as a pawn for us.
I'd say you might be in more....
Max's sentence is cut off as Twister springs forward again this time sending the man through the cage door.
Shit!
Max as if he just shit himself flies out of the room as the security guard grabs the wrestler.
Thats it son.
Twister spins around and levels the guard with a stiff arm lariat. Twister turns around and sees two other burly guards coming towards him. Twister ducks past the two men but is grabed from behind. Tripped up Twister rolls over and shoves one man off with his legs before rolling to his feet... The second guard is caught in mid stride and hoisted onto Twist's shoulders. A fury in the wind sends the guard crashing to the floor rather abruptly and allows Twister to maintain footing to catch the original guard coming back in. Quickly Twister grabs the head of the guard and drops him with a windbreaker. Twister jumps to his feet and surveys the damage with a sadistic smirk on his face. He kneels down and leans in real close to one of the guards and begins to speak.
This... This is my year. You hear me?
Twister looks over to another casualty on the floor.
YOU HEAR ME!
Twister springs to his feet and moves forward kicking the guard in the side of the head, a sickening smack can be heard through the confines of the room.
Now you cant hear anyone.
Twister leans down almost laying on the floor beside another guard who is half concious.
Listen... Real... Good... Last week, Trevor and his little band of misfits tried to put me down. Tried to mae a statement through ME!
Twister grabs the guards shirt and pulls him close, he's almost frothing at the mouth.
NO ONE! Makes a statement... through... me. I went to find Jeff... I wanted to make things right... Jeffs not home...
Twister grabs the guard by the shirt and slams his half awake body into the wall smacking his head off the wall, he then tosses the limp corpse aside. He crawls across the floor and leans against another guard.
Jeffs not home, now... No one can fix it... Macarter... He's stuck with this now. I... I'm gonna be his worst nightmare.
Twister sits cross legged on the floor and pulls at his hair.
Tell me... Tell me stranger... If Link beat Trevor, and I beat Link, does that put me back in the hunt. Link, your a bit beat up arent ya. Yeah... It's ok, I wont tell... Shh... It'll be our little secret Link. You get to be a pawn in this little game. Getting used just like everyone else, but you... Week in and week out abused... Fed to the wolves... Now your in the most precarious of all... Yeah he is.
Twister loses his focus (to go following his mind Im sure) and begins whispering to the unconcious guard again.
See he has to face me, an angry, determined warrior... The man destined to be number one in 2009. Yeah, me. The man who's won every major title he's battled for... and soon... Soon my time will come again, til then... Tick tock, whats that you say?
Twister gets up and walks towards a small wall clock and leans his head towards the clock.
Yeah... I hear it... Time ticking away. It tells me... Its telling me its my time. My destiny awaits.
Twister holds out the clock and sways from side to side...
Tick.... Tock.... Tick...
What the hells going on down here.
Oh... Shh...
Twister dives into the shadows as another guard comes into the room. He looks down at his fallen comrades. He reaches down for one of them when Twister dives out of the shadows.
Times up!
What?
The guard looks up just in time to get slammed in the face with the clock, glass and plastic fly everywhere as the guard crumples to the floor. Twister lays down beside him and whispers to him too holding his head in the process as if mocking the fallen guard.
Times up for you, just flew away... bang. Yeah like that... Just like Link... Monday night.... its nothing personal Link... Are you even listening Link... Do you hear me Link... LISTEN TO ME LINK! ANSWER ME LINK!
Twister grabs the guards head and slams him repeatedly into the ground as he yells.
THIS IS MY YEAR!
A barrage of guards burst into the room and grab Twister from behind and begin to haul him away as he kicks and screams the entire way.
ITS MY YEAR DAMNIT! I'LL GET YOU! I'LL GET YOU APW! YOU WILL... ALL OF YOU... FEAR TWISTERS RAGE!
The scene fades out.
