Post by Michael Jennings on Oct 8, 2011 4:11:37 GMT -4
10/07/2011
Hong Kong, China
Late morning…
At the local mixed martial arts training gym near the hotel they are staying at in Hong Kong, San Diego Seagulls members Charles Scripps and Kate Horton are there training for their respective matches coming up against current APW Tap Out Champion “True Brit” Johnny Brown. Kate has just finished running on the treadmill and is taking a break. While she does this she decides to go over to the big punching bags where Charles is. Charles has been punching at the bag for quite a while now trying to unleash the anger he has inside as it relates to Brown and the things that he’s said.
Scripps: British piece of crap!
Kate the looks to be very turned on by this new side of Charles that she’s rarely seen before. However he’s still completely oblivious to it because he’s so pissed off about the things that Johnny Brown said about him.
Horton: I’ve never seen you like this.
Not even paying attention to her subtle signs of attraction, Charles continues to punch the big bag with much force and anger.
Scripps: Good. I don’t like being like this, Kate.
Horton: What are you going to do?
Charles stops punching the bag and turns to Kate to respond back to her.
Scripps: Kick this guy’s ass because that’s what he needs. Someone needs to kick the living piss out of this guy in order to put him in his place. This guy’s ego is out of control just as much as his anger is. He’s dangerous both to himself and to others. The douche bag has no clue how to act in public. He treats people like shit and basically has taken a shit on us all week. He’s lost sight of the fact that he is what he hates and that’s someone who doesn’t deserve any respect. Someone who doesn’t deserve anything that they’ve earned. Someone who needs an attitude adjustment and I’m glad I’m going to be the guy who gives it to him.
Horton: What are you REALLY going to do?
A sick smile creeps across Charles’ face.
Scripps: Break him in half.
Charles goes back to punching the bag thinking about everything that Brown said about him this week. The anger is building up inside of him by the second. He has no fear of the highly respected grappler that he is facing. However he is now motivated to prove Brown wrong and the only way to prove him wrong is to kick his ass in the ring. Charles lands some more combo punches as Kate looks on as the scene fades to black.
* * *
The next day…
Standing outside of the University of Hong Kong, Charles Scripps has decided to take a break from his tour of the city due to the fact that he’s been about to explode with anger about Johnny Brown for over a day now and an eruption is imminent. Kate Horton is there too and is trying to keep him from going on a rant. However it’s not working. As the scene opens up Scripps’ face is red and he’s about to explode as he begins to speak in a surprisingly quiet tone.
Scripps: As many of you know I’m not the biggest talker here in APW. Now this week is going to be a little different. There’s a man named Johnny Brown and he signed his own death warrant this week when he decided to insult both myself and my tag team partner. But before I get into all that I need to show you something before I put Mr. Brown in his place. Now this is my reaction to when I first heard your idiotic comments the last time I saw you on the television yesterday.
He gets a perplexed look on his face like he has no idea what is going on before going back to his normal facial look and going on a rant as he continues.
Scripps: Oh look, more rambling in an incoherent British slang that sounds more like Newspeak from Nineteen-Eighty Four than anything else. I’m coming to Asylum to kick your ass and send you to the Hell that is even worse than the one that is your real life. Nobody respects someone who acts and talks the way that you do to people. You’re a total douche bag. Nobody likes douche bags except for other douche bags. Scum like you are what’s ruining this world and that’s the truth.
The fact is that you’re nothing but a guy who only lives to talk shit. You live for it and that is your weakness. The more you talk the more bravado is in your voice. You believe every word that comes out of your mouth and who can blame you. After all you are the APW Tap Out Champion. However you’re not the Undisputed or World Champion. If you were then I would take you as a man of your word. But given where you lie on the totem pole here in APW I can do it but only up to a certain point.
I can’t trust every word that you say but only parts of it. A man like you can only talk so much where it gets to a point that you have to back up what you say. Thus far in your APW career you’ve done exactly that. But you haven’t faced anyone like me. You can insult me and run me down all you want but the fact is that when you step into the ring with a man like me. You can beat me down time and time again in the ring but I will keep coming. I will not stop coming, either. Think of me as a Terminator robot. You’ll have to leave me for dead just to get me to stop coming for your ass. It’s that simple.
Now I want you to continue to think that you’re the shit. In fact, you’re one of these stereotypical “I think I’m the shit but I’m not” wrestler that is a dime a dozen in this business now days. There are so many of you that all of you guys have become a blur because all of you look and act the same. You may have a different accent than most of these guys but you are still the same wrestler but in a different body. That’s why this business has become so…boring. Everyone is getting bored with the same types of wrestlers all over the place. It’s a joke, really. Wrestling has become mundane and wrestlers like you are to blame for it.
The sport that I love has become a boring which makes me sick. I am here to change all of that by giving the people what they want to see. They don’t want to see people talking on a God damn microphone about a match or talking to a camera. They want to see wrestling and I’m going to give it to them. I’m not an entertainer, I’m an athlete. Also the fact that you think that I’m some sort of a sexual deviant makes me sick. The only thing that makes sicker than that is the fact that you are a champion here in APW.
The bottom line in all of this is that I can beat you anytime, anywhere. I’m not here to be just another guy who flounders in the ring like a dead piece of road kill. I’m here to kick the living shit out of people and wrestle them until they are unable to continue.
He starts pointing at the camera as he continues his rant about Johnny Brown. Kate looks pleased that Charles is finally showing his angry side this week as it relates to Brown.
Scripps: I am going to snap your back in half when I pull back using the LaBell Lock. I want to hear you scream like the bitch you because deep down you are nothing more than a bitch masquerading as some bad ass. I will admit that you’re better than me experience wise but you’re not better than me in the ring. In the ring I will run circles around you. I will make you huff and wheeze like a fat man running through a buffet. I’m on a mission to show the world that you are a weak individual.
You said that I’m a lame duck…please. The only thing lame here is the fact that you think that I’m not up for the big time match with you. The fact is that I’m a lot better than you think I am and I’m going to make you pay for doubting me. You’re also lame in the fact that you can’t realize that you’re nothing but an overrated, boring piece of crap that isn’t special. Having a British accent doesn’t make you special. There are over fifteen million people with that accent so you’re not special, you’re ordinary.
I will say this, you could be great but you wont be. You can say that I can’t put butts in the seats or make any money all want. That doesn’t change the fact that you are nothing but an ordinary egomaniac heel wrestler and are not special at all. I’m the guy who’s going to put you in your place. I could care less about your accomplishments. I could honestly care less about any of that crap. You’re nothing special and I’m out to prove that to the world just like Kate will at One Night in Hell.
Boring is what I am to you which is fine by me. To be perfectly honest you’re boring to me too. I was yawning while listening to you talk using a Google translator just so I could understand what you were saying. You talk like a fucking Jawa from Star Wars. I’m waiting for C3PO to walk in on one of your videos to translate what you are saying because nobody knows what the hell you are talking about when you do talk. Because frankly all I heard was jibberish when you were speaking.
I also love how you call me a runt. Funny hearing that from some guy who’s head looks like my ball sack. If I beat you I don’t want it to be a handicap match at the pay-per-view. I’m not here for some tin championships like the rest of the egomaniacs on the roster are. Ironic that you make a Pillman reference when all you’ve done is wrestle with a pencil just like you do every night because you love yourself and only yourself. That is why you will fail.
I don’t care how good you think you are. I don’t care how many times you run me down. I don’t care that you’re nothing but a troublemaker who has some sort of an undiagnosed explosive disorder. Talk is cheap and so are words. On Asylum I’m going to show the world that you’re nothing but a weak champion. Cool Britannia is going to get warmed up to the point where it melts when you step into the ring with me.
I’m not here to talk. In fact I’m through with all of this polite crap. My time for talking is done. I’m going to beat the living shit out of you on Asylum and there’s nothing you can do about it. You can go piss on Lithuania all week for all I care. Everything that you stand for is going to be demolished along with your miserable, pathetic carcass by the time I’m through with you. Pain, violence, and suffering is all that you’ll have to look forward to this week. I’m the San Diego Wrestling Machine and I’m going to make you tap out. I’ll see you in the ring.
Charles and Kate walk off screen as the camera trains on the university’s main building before slowly fading to black.
Hong Kong, China
Late morning…
At the local mixed martial arts training gym near the hotel they are staying at in Hong Kong, San Diego Seagulls members Charles Scripps and Kate Horton are there training for their respective matches coming up against current APW Tap Out Champion “True Brit” Johnny Brown. Kate has just finished running on the treadmill and is taking a break. While she does this she decides to go over to the big punching bags where Charles is. Charles has been punching at the bag for quite a while now trying to unleash the anger he has inside as it relates to Brown and the things that he’s said.
Scripps: British piece of crap!
Kate the looks to be very turned on by this new side of Charles that she’s rarely seen before. However he’s still completely oblivious to it because he’s so pissed off about the things that Johnny Brown said about him.
Horton: I’ve never seen you like this.
Not even paying attention to her subtle signs of attraction, Charles continues to punch the big bag with much force and anger.
Scripps: Good. I don’t like being like this, Kate.
Horton: What are you going to do?
Charles stops punching the bag and turns to Kate to respond back to her.
Scripps: Kick this guy’s ass because that’s what he needs. Someone needs to kick the living piss out of this guy in order to put him in his place. This guy’s ego is out of control just as much as his anger is. He’s dangerous both to himself and to others. The douche bag has no clue how to act in public. He treats people like shit and basically has taken a shit on us all week. He’s lost sight of the fact that he is what he hates and that’s someone who doesn’t deserve any respect. Someone who doesn’t deserve anything that they’ve earned. Someone who needs an attitude adjustment and I’m glad I’m going to be the guy who gives it to him.
Horton: What are you REALLY going to do?
A sick smile creeps across Charles’ face.
Scripps: Break him in half.
Charles goes back to punching the bag thinking about everything that Brown said about him this week. The anger is building up inside of him by the second. He has no fear of the highly respected grappler that he is facing. However he is now motivated to prove Brown wrong and the only way to prove him wrong is to kick his ass in the ring. Charles lands some more combo punches as Kate looks on as the scene fades to black.
* * *
The next day…
Standing outside of the University of Hong Kong, Charles Scripps has decided to take a break from his tour of the city due to the fact that he’s been about to explode with anger about Johnny Brown for over a day now and an eruption is imminent. Kate Horton is there too and is trying to keep him from going on a rant. However it’s not working. As the scene opens up Scripps’ face is red and he’s about to explode as he begins to speak in a surprisingly quiet tone.
Scripps: As many of you know I’m not the biggest talker here in APW. Now this week is going to be a little different. There’s a man named Johnny Brown and he signed his own death warrant this week when he decided to insult both myself and my tag team partner. But before I get into all that I need to show you something before I put Mr. Brown in his place. Now this is my reaction to when I first heard your idiotic comments the last time I saw you on the television yesterday.
He gets a perplexed look on his face like he has no idea what is going on before going back to his normal facial look and going on a rant as he continues.
Scripps: Oh look, more rambling in an incoherent British slang that sounds more like Newspeak from Nineteen-Eighty Four than anything else. I’m coming to Asylum to kick your ass and send you to the Hell that is even worse than the one that is your real life. Nobody respects someone who acts and talks the way that you do to people. You’re a total douche bag. Nobody likes douche bags except for other douche bags. Scum like you are what’s ruining this world and that’s the truth.
The fact is that you’re nothing but a guy who only lives to talk shit. You live for it and that is your weakness. The more you talk the more bravado is in your voice. You believe every word that comes out of your mouth and who can blame you. After all you are the APW Tap Out Champion. However you’re not the Undisputed or World Champion. If you were then I would take you as a man of your word. But given where you lie on the totem pole here in APW I can do it but only up to a certain point.
I can’t trust every word that you say but only parts of it. A man like you can only talk so much where it gets to a point that you have to back up what you say. Thus far in your APW career you’ve done exactly that. But you haven’t faced anyone like me. You can insult me and run me down all you want but the fact is that when you step into the ring with a man like me. You can beat me down time and time again in the ring but I will keep coming. I will not stop coming, either. Think of me as a Terminator robot. You’ll have to leave me for dead just to get me to stop coming for your ass. It’s that simple.
Now I want you to continue to think that you’re the shit. In fact, you’re one of these stereotypical “I think I’m the shit but I’m not” wrestler that is a dime a dozen in this business now days. There are so many of you that all of you guys have become a blur because all of you look and act the same. You may have a different accent than most of these guys but you are still the same wrestler but in a different body. That’s why this business has become so…boring. Everyone is getting bored with the same types of wrestlers all over the place. It’s a joke, really. Wrestling has become mundane and wrestlers like you are to blame for it.
The sport that I love has become a boring which makes me sick. I am here to change all of that by giving the people what they want to see. They don’t want to see people talking on a God damn microphone about a match or talking to a camera. They want to see wrestling and I’m going to give it to them. I’m not an entertainer, I’m an athlete. Also the fact that you think that I’m some sort of a sexual deviant makes me sick. The only thing that makes sicker than that is the fact that you are a champion here in APW.
The bottom line in all of this is that I can beat you anytime, anywhere. I’m not here to be just another guy who flounders in the ring like a dead piece of road kill. I’m here to kick the living shit out of people and wrestle them until they are unable to continue.
He starts pointing at the camera as he continues his rant about Johnny Brown. Kate looks pleased that Charles is finally showing his angry side this week as it relates to Brown.
Scripps: I am going to snap your back in half when I pull back using the LaBell Lock. I want to hear you scream like the bitch you because deep down you are nothing more than a bitch masquerading as some bad ass. I will admit that you’re better than me experience wise but you’re not better than me in the ring. In the ring I will run circles around you. I will make you huff and wheeze like a fat man running through a buffet. I’m on a mission to show the world that you are a weak individual.
You said that I’m a lame duck…please. The only thing lame here is the fact that you think that I’m not up for the big time match with you. The fact is that I’m a lot better than you think I am and I’m going to make you pay for doubting me. You’re also lame in the fact that you can’t realize that you’re nothing but an overrated, boring piece of crap that isn’t special. Having a British accent doesn’t make you special. There are over fifteen million people with that accent so you’re not special, you’re ordinary.
I will say this, you could be great but you wont be. You can say that I can’t put butts in the seats or make any money all want. That doesn’t change the fact that you are nothing but an ordinary egomaniac heel wrestler and are not special at all. I’m the guy who’s going to put you in your place. I could care less about your accomplishments. I could honestly care less about any of that crap. You’re nothing special and I’m out to prove that to the world just like Kate will at One Night in Hell.
Boring is what I am to you which is fine by me. To be perfectly honest you’re boring to me too. I was yawning while listening to you talk using a Google translator just so I could understand what you were saying. You talk like a fucking Jawa from Star Wars. I’m waiting for C3PO to walk in on one of your videos to translate what you are saying because nobody knows what the hell you are talking about when you do talk. Because frankly all I heard was jibberish when you were speaking.
I also love how you call me a runt. Funny hearing that from some guy who’s head looks like my ball sack. If I beat you I don’t want it to be a handicap match at the pay-per-view. I’m not here for some tin championships like the rest of the egomaniacs on the roster are. Ironic that you make a Pillman reference when all you’ve done is wrestle with a pencil just like you do every night because you love yourself and only yourself. That is why you will fail.
I don’t care how good you think you are. I don’t care how many times you run me down. I don’t care that you’re nothing but a troublemaker who has some sort of an undiagnosed explosive disorder. Talk is cheap and so are words. On Asylum I’m going to show the world that you’re nothing but a weak champion. Cool Britannia is going to get warmed up to the point where it melts when you step into the ring with me.
I’m not here to talk. In fact I’m through with all of this polite crap. My time for talking is done. I’m going to beat the living shit out of you on Asylum and there’s nothing you can do about it. You can go piss on Lithuania all week for all I care. Everything that you stand for is going to be demolished along with your miserable, pathetic carcass by the time I’m through with you. Pain, violence, and suffering is all that you’ll have to look forward to this week. I’m the San Diego Wrestling Machine and I’m going to make you tap out. I’ll see you in the ring.
Charles and Kate walk off screen as the camera trains on the university’s main building before slowly fading to black.
