Post by danquinn on Jan 7, 2012 10:08:24 GMT -4
HANDLER NOTE: To help those reading understand what the characters are saying the apostrophe before a word means the exclusion of the letter “H” in their pronunciation. The apostrophe in the middle of the word replaces the unpronounced “T” or “H” in the cockney accent.The word "them" is also sometimes shortened to "'em". Please do not count this note in the RP word count, as it is not a part of the RP.
Dan Quinn and James Stanley are seen exiting NYPD, Dan Quinn has escaped GBH charges due to lack of evidence. They make their way to Stanley’s Bentley in the car park.
James Stanley: I don’t know how the hell you got out of that!
Dan Quinn: Easily, you see unlike you, Stanley, I’m not a moron.
James Stanley: You’re a sly bastard I’ll give you that, but any more of these charges and you’re in trouble.
Dan Quinn: Well there won’t be anymore of these charges will there? What I do in that APW ring is completely legal.
Awkward pause
James Stanley: I suppose you’ve been hearing what Dynamos been saying about you then?
Dan Quinn: Pipsqueak? Yeah I ‘eard
James Stanley: Aren’t you pissed off?
Dan Quinn: What? At kiddie-catcher? The guys just tryin’ to make a name for ‘imself, too bad the only name ‘es managed to come up with at the moment is “Dairy Queen”… That’s an Ice cream parlour, right?
James Stanley: That’s right
Dan Quinn: Typical yank always thinkin’ about food, nobody’s takin’ ‘im seriously anyway, ‘e’s a joke just lookin’ to be another star and goin’ about it the wrong way, I feel sorry for the little twat if anythin’.
James Stanley: Wait, this is weird, I have to bring this up. Why aren’t you angry? Usually something like this would send you nuts? I mean he made you out to be…to be…
Dan Quinn: What? A bad wri’er? Oh I am so torn up, excuse me while I go turn over a police car. Give me a break.
As they reach the car a swarm of journalists rush towards the car. Expecting to be asked about being outside NYPD, Stanley starts to drive off but Dan stops him. He gets out of the car and stands proud.
Can I ‘elp you?
Journalist: Mr. Quinn, what are your reactions to Kid Dynamo’s almost shoot-like promo?
Dan Quinn: This guy goes on about “remembering what I am”, yes Dynamo, I do remember because you wont stop bloody tellin’ me that I am a pro wrestler! Clap, clap, clap you freakin’ imbecile, someone give this kid a gold star and a space ‘opper! Of course I am a bloody wrestler, they weren’t goin’ to send a wri’er into the ring were they? My style is brawlin’, I brawl, I fight, that’s ‘ow I win, and that’s exactly ‘ow I’ll beat you on Asylum.
All of this pointless talkin’ about how I would be nothin’ without you and if it weren’t for you I’d be nobody at the bo’’om of the roster, I thought you were meant to be the “hero” in this, the good guy? All you do is run your mouth about yourself, what YOU’RE gonna do, ‘ow you did everythin’ for me. That self-involved arrogance seems like a bad guy trait to me, and for someone so god damn concerned with your crap gimmick, that’s a bit of an oversight don’t you think?
You’re just a pest really Dynamo, the annoyin’ li’’le brother, always tryin’ to peak in on big bro’s girlfriends, always lookin’ up to and aspirin’ to be like ‘im, yet at the same time resen’in’ ‘im for being the more successful siblin’, it’s classic.
It’s funny because I am everythin’ you are so desperate to be, I’m funny, I’m intelligent, I’m strong, and you know that if I wanted to, I could be over with the fans as a “good guy” with the snap of my fingers. The thing is Dynamo, what really gets to YOU, is the fact I don’t want it, and I don’t need it. I don’t try to be funny, I don’t ‘ave to prove I’m intelligent, I don’t need a lot of wrestlin’ moves to prove I’m strong, and most of all I don’t need a bunch of overweight, arrogant religious freaks supportin’ me in a wrestlin’ ring. The reason you despise me so much is that I ‘ave everythin’ you want, I am ALREADY be’’er than you, and I ‘aven’t even worked for it. It fell into my lap, Dynamo! Yet this is everythin’ you ‘ave ever worked for, and you cannot stand the fact that I couldn’t care less about somethin’ that is your entire life.
You criticise my promos? You’re so desperately needy in struggling to prove yourself that you have nothin’ to say about yourself. You ‘ave no background, you ‘ave no story, you are just the same borin’ nobody that thinks ‘e can trash talk ‘is way to a title and that’ll be enough. You are obviously runnin’ out of ideas early, convincing yourself that my promo was fictional, being so far deep in fearful denial that you delude yourself into thinkin’ it can’t possibly be true and that’s all you could come up with to trash talk me? ‘Onestly mate, reality check, you ‘ave a lot bigger issues right now than worrying about my promos or why I was brought to APW, and for what purpose because it doesn’t matter. If you’re goin’ to run your mouth at LEAST make it somewhat interestin’, because by the time I’m done with you, you won’t ‘ave any teeth left to speak with.
Less we forget you ‘ave to get in that ring with me at Asylum and you can’t pin me, you ‘ave to make me tap, and I might as well give you the spoiler warnings now because the IWC likes to jizz over it anyway. I WILL NOT TAP OUT. ‘Ow many times ‘ave I told you I love pain? You can break my ankle, you can snap my neck and I still wont tap out. They will ‘ave to remove me from the ring without a pulse before I tap out. Especially not to a little runt like you, and I’ve got another little secret for ya, and not the kind of secret you told the 2nd graders that was “just between you and them”, this is a secret that I don’t mind bein’ out in the open. You see ever since I signed up for the Tap Out Title Challenge, I thought it was time to learn a few new submissions as, let’s face it, no ma’’er ‘ow much I slam your face into a concrete floor, that’s probably not classed as a legal submission ‘old, so I ‘ave invested my time learnin’ a few more, which I will be more than ‘appy to demonstrate on you at Asylum.
Now before anyone says “but, Dan, I thought you weren’t ‘ere to win titles, only to cause pain…SELL OUT!” Easy there Indy fans! Think about it for one second. What could be more painful for Dynamo than watching someone ‘e claims has no in-ring ability walk away with his only chance for gold? You see I’m not just a brute I ‘ave a lot of class. You see I know exactly ‘ow to get inside your ‘ead, Dynamo. I know exactly what you fear, exactly why you act the way you do, and exactly what you would ‘ate the most. You see if I were to lose at Asylum, it doesn’t affect my cause ‘ere, I ‘ave nothin’ to prove to anyone, or myself because I couldn’t care less what these disgusting people think of me. You on the other ‘and, ‘ave everythin’ to lose! If you lose Dynamo you lose your credibility as a wrestler, you lose the few fans you actually ‘ave, you lose your chance at APW gold. You’ll be lucky to still ‘ave your career after your match with me, I wont ‘old back, Dynamo. I will make you tap out, and even after you do I won’t stop, I wont break the hold until I feel your pulse stop, or until I feel your arm pulled out of it’s socket, or I hear your ankle snap and echo across the arena. At Asylum, you will enter MY sanction of sufferin’ you will be between four pillars of pure pain, with the most dangerous man on the roster.
Your fear is obvious; you try to make your enemy seem less dangerous than he is by mocking him. Well it’s actions that speak louder than words Dynamo, and with every word you say it builds up more and more in my Arsenal, every day I think of a new way to torture you, every day I think of a new way to ‘umiliate you, to get inside your ‘ead and stay there. I’m the man that ‘aunts your dreams, I’m the worries going through your ‘ead late at night, I’m the man that makes you doubt your credibility in this fed. You can do nothin’ to me; you can’t speak inside an ‘ead already filled with voices, you can’t think inside an ‘ead with so many screaming thoughts, you can’t ‘urt me physically, you can’t even touch me mentally. You can try, oh you can try and I love to see you squirm away like the pathetic worm you are, tryin’ to make it work, tryin’ to find somethin’. Well there is nothin’ Dynamo. You’ve picked your fight, you picked wrong, you’ve aimed too ‘igh, punched way above your weight and at Asylum you’re goin’ to regret it. At Asylum you’re goin’ to wish you’d stuck your nose in my business. At Asylum, you’re goin’ to wish you never even existed.
So take this back with you, think about it, mull it over, but just remember it is too late to get yourself out of it, too late to turn back, because if you run Dynamo, I’ll be after you. I will find you and I will break every bone in your scrawny body. I ‘ope you can see now, this is not a job, this is what I do for fun, this is what I do for pleasure, this is WHAT I DO PERIOD. You did get something right in your promo though, it will be ironic if you become Tap Out Champion, because you won’t even be able to think of a C.T.O in our match, you’ll be consumed with the only three letters I'll let you think about…B.S.F…
...
BLOOD
...
SWEAT &
...
FEAR
Dan gets back in the car as Stanley drives him off, leaving the journalists still.
James Stanley: You really don’t help yourself, how the hell are the police going to see that?
Dan looks at Stanley with his sick smile
Dan Quinn: It’s just a promo, Stanley, just a promo. It’s all fictional…remember?
Stanley looks back at Dan with a concerned glance as the scene fades out.
Dan Quinn and James Stanley are seen exiting NYPD, Dan Quinn has escaped GBH charges due to lack of evidence. They make their way to Stanley’s Bentley in the car park.
James Stanley: I don’t know how the hell you got out of that!
Dan Quinn: Easily, you see unlike you, Stanley, I’m not a moron.
James Stanley: You’re a sly bastard I’ll give you that, but any more of these charges and you’re in trouble.
Dan Quinn: Well there won’t be anymore of these charges will there? What I do in that APW ring is completely legal.
Awkward pause
James Stanley: I suppose you’ve been hearing what Dynamos been saying about you then?
Dan Quinn: Pipsqueak? Yeah I ‘eard
James Stanley: Aren’t you pissed off?
Dan Quinn: What? At kiddie-catcher? The guys just tryin’ to make a name for ‘imself, too bad the only name ‘es managed to come up with at the moment is “Dairy Queen”… That’s an Ice cream parlour, right?
James Stanley: That’s right
Dan Quinn: Typical yank always thinkin’ about food, nobody’s takin’ ‘im seriously anyway, ‘e’s a joke just lookin’ to be another star and goin’ about it the wrong way, I feel sorry for the little twat if anythin’.
James Stanley: Wait, this is weird, I have to bring this up. Why aren’t you angry? Usually something like this would send you nuts? I mean he made you out to be…to be…
Dan Quinn: What? A bad wri’er? Oh I am so torn up, excuse me while I go turn over a police car. Give me a break.
As they reach the car a swarm of journalists rush towards the car. Expecting to be asked about being outside NYPD, Stanley starts to drive off but Dan stops him. He gets out of the car and stands proud.
Can I ‘elp you?
Journalist: Mr. Quinn, what are your reactions to Kid Dynamo’s almost shoot-like promo?
Dan Quinn: This guy goes on about “remembering what I am”, yes Dynamo, I do remember because you wont stop bloody tellin’ me that I am a pro wrestler! Clap, clap, clap you freakin’ imbecile, someone give this kid a gold star and a space ‘opper! Of course I am a bloody wrestler, they weren’t goin’ to send a wri’er into the ring were they? My style is brawlin’, I brawl, I fight, that’s ‘ow I win, and that’s exactly ‘ow I’ll beat you on Asylum.
All of this pointless talkin’ about how I would be nothin’ without you and if it weren’t for you I’d be nobody at the bo’’om of the roster, I thought you were meant to be the “hero” in this, the good guy? All you do is run your mouth about yourself, what YOU’RE gonna do, ‘ow you did everythin’ for me. That self-involved arrogance seems like a bad guy trait to me, and for someone so god damn concerned with your crap gimmick, that’s a bit of an oversight don’t you think?
You’re just a pest really Dynamo, the annoyin’ li’’le brother, always tryin’ to peak in on big bro’s girlfriends, always lookin’ up to and aspirin’ to be like ‘im, yet at the same time resen’in’ ‘im for being the more successful siblin’, it’s classic.
It’s funny because I am everythin’ you are so desperate to be, I’m funny, I’m intelligent, I’m strong, and you know that if I wanted to, I could be over with the fans as a “good guy” with the snap of my fingers. The thing is Dynamo, what really gets to YOU, is the fact I don’t want it, and I don’t need it. I don’t try to be funny, I don’t ‘ave to prove I’m intelligent, I don’t need a lot of wrestlin’ moves to prove I’m strong, and most of all I don’t need a bunch of overweight, arrogant religious freaks supportin’ me in a wrestlin’ ring. The reason you despise me so much is that I ‘ave everythin’ you want, I am ALREADY be’’er than you, and I ‘aven’t even worked for it. It fell into my lap, Dynamo! Yet this is everythin’ you ‘ave ever worked for, and you cannot stand the fact that I couldn’t care less about somethin’ that is your entire life.
You criticise my promos? You’re so desperately needy in struggling to prove yourself that you have nothin’ to say about yourself. You ‘ave no background, you ‘ave no story, you are just the same borin’ nobody that thinks ‘e can trash talk ‘is way to a title and that’ll be enough. You are obviously runnin’ out of ideas early, convincing yourself that my promo was fictional, being so far deep in fearful denial that you delude yourself into thinkin’ it can’t possibly be true and that’s all you could come up with to trash talk me? ‘Onestly mate, reality check, you ‘ave a lot bigger issues right now than worrying about my promos or why I was brought to APW, and for what purpose because it doesn’t matter. If you’re goin’ to run your mouth at LEAST make it somewhat interestin’, because by the time I’m done with you, you won’t ‘ave any teeth left to speak with.
Less we forget you ‘ave to get in that ring with me at Asylum and you can’t pin me, you ‘ave to make me tap, and I might as well give you the spoiler warnings now because the IWC likes to jizz over it anyway. I WILL NOT TAP OUT. ‘Ow many times ‘ave I told you I love pain? You can break my ankle, you can snap my neck and I still wont tap out. They will ‘ave to remove me from the ring without a pulse before I tap out. Especially not to a little runt like you, and I’ve got another little secret for ya, and not the kind of secret you told the 2nd graders that was “just between you and them”, this is a secret that I don’t mind bein’ out in the open. You see ever since I signed up for the Tap Out Title Challenge, I thought it was time to learn a few new submissions as, let’s face it, no ma’’er ‘ow much I slam your face into a concrete floor, that’s probably not classed as a legal submission ‘old, so I ‘ave invested my time learnin’ a few more, which I will be more than ‘appy to demonstrate on you at Asylum.
Now before anyone says “but, Dan, I thought you weren’t ‘ere to win titles, only to cause pain…SELL OUT!” Easy there Indy fans! Think about it for one second. What could be more painful for Dynamo than watching someone ‘e claims has no in-ring ability walk away with his only chance for gold? You see I’m not just a brute I ‘ave a lot of class. You see I know exactly ‘ow to get inside your ‘ead, Dynamo. I know exactly what you fear, exactly why you act the way you do, and exactly what you would ‘ate the most. You see if I were to lose at Asylum, it doesn’t affect my cause ‘ere, I ‘ave nothin’ to prove to anyone, or myself because I couldn’t care less what these disgusting people think of me. You on the other ‘and, ‘ave everythin’ to lose! If you lose Dynamo you lose your credibility as a wrestler, you lose the few fans you actually ‘ave, you lose your chance at APW gold. You’ll be lucky to still ‘ave your career after your match with me, I wont ‘old back, Dynamo. I will make you tap out, and even after you do I won’t stop, I wont break the hold until I feel your pulse stop, or until I feel your arm pulled out of it’s socket, or I hear your ankle snap and echo across the arena. At Asylum, you will enter MY sanction of sufferin’ you will be between four pillars of pure pain, with the most dangerous man on the roster.
Your fear is obvious; you try to make your enemy seem less dangerous than he is by mocking him. Well it’s actions that speak louder than words Dynamo, and with every word you say it builds up more and more in my Arsenal, every day I think of a new way to torture you, every day I think of a new way to ‘umiliate you, to get inside your ‘ead and stay there. I’m the man that ‘aunts your dreams, I’m the worries going through your ‘ead late at night, I’m the man that makes you doubt your credibility in this fed. You can do nothin’ to me; you can’t speak inside an ‘ead already filled with voices, you can’t think inside an ‘ead with so many screaming thoughts, you can’t ‘urt me physically, you can’t even touch me mentally. You can try, oh you can try and I love to see you squirm away like the pathetic worm you are, tryin’ to make it work, tryin’ to find somethin’. Well there is nothin’ Dynamo. You’ve picked your fight, you picked wrong, you’ve aimed too ‘igh, punched way above your weight and at Asylum you’re goin’ to regret it. At Asylum you’re goin’ to wish you’d stuck your nose in my business. At Asylum, you’re goin’ to wish you never even existed.
So take this back with you, think about it, mull it over, but just remember it is too late to get yourself out of it, too late to turn back, because if you run Dynamo, I’ll be after you. I will find you and I will break every bone in your scrawny body. I ‘ope you can see now, this is not a job, this is what I do for fun, this is what I do for pleasure, this is WHAT I DO PERIOD. You did get something right in your promo though, it will be ironic if you become Tap Out Champion, because you won’t even be able to think of a C.T.O in our match, you’ll be consumed with the only three letters I'll let you think about…B.S.F…
...
BLOOD
...
SWEAT &
...
FEAR
Dan gets back in the car as Stanley drives him off, leaving the journalists still.
James Stanley: You really don’t help yourself, how the hell are the police going to see that?
Dan looks at Stanley with his sick smile
Dan Quinn: It’s just a promo, Stanley, just a promo. It’s all fictional…remember?
Stanley looks back at Dan with a concerned glance as the scene fades out.
