Post by thepredator on Apr 7, 2007 8:41:51 GMT -6
::The scene opens in a parking lot outside Kansas City’s Ameristar Casino. Greg Kilgreen is wearing a long black duffle coat and is stood at the door.::
Greg: Ladies and Gentlemen, I am stood outside the Ameristar Casino, prior to a POW House Show. I am waiting for the arrival of UWC’s International Champion and founder member of The Four Horsemen: XE, David Hunter.
::Suddenly, a black BMW Z4 pulls into a space on the parking lot. David Hunter gets out of the car, and grabs a bag out of the trunk.::
Greg: Dave, I was wondering if…
David: …No!
::Dave walks past Greg who immediately follows him towards the door.
Greg: Please, Dave, can I just have a few words?
::David ignores Greg and continues to walk. He enters the arena and Greg proceeds to follow him.::
Greg: Dave, I was just wondering…
::David stops in the middle of the corridor and drops his bag on the floor. He walks seemingly calm towards Greg and grabs him by the collar. He ferociously pushes Greg backwards and throws him through the doors onto the ground outside. Dave leans over Greg::
David: Greg, when you approach a lady, and she says no, you don’t continue…why? ‘Cause you’d get put in f**kin’ jail! When I say no, you freakin’ listen. Why? Because I’m the f**king Predator! And no, means no!
::Greg looks up at David as he re-enters the arena and shuts the doors firmly, leaving Greg outside. David continues down the corridor and enters a room with a plaque on the door reading “The Four Horsemen: XE.” Someone has put a red line through “Four”. David looks at it, smirks and enters. Lance Erikson is sat down at his laptop.::
Lance: Hey, man.
David: Alright, man. Where’s Ci?
Lance: Dunno, Dave. He ain’t here yet. He called me about half an hour ago and said he’d be here for seven.
David: Cool. So, how ya doin’, man?
Lance: Yeah, I’m good, just reading up on these guys we’ve got next week.
David: Find much?
Lance: For Pickles, yeah, but we don’t need to worry about him. We’ve beat him once, we’ll do it again! But as much as I try, man, I can’t find a damn thing on the other three…All that I can find is their profiles at POW.com.
David: And what do they say?
Lance: Again, man, not much. This Ty Benson…He signed with POW at the end of March but nobody’s heard anything from him since. From what I’ve heard, people wouldn’t be surprised if it was Two on Two on One on Thursday. Hell, Pickles might not even have a partner…
David: So, what about the other two?
Lance: Well, I know you mentioned him last night at the house show. But his name ain’t Flapjack Flanagan, it’s Flap Flanagan…
David: Easy mistake to make for someone you’ve never heard of before.
Lance: Well, yeah, but this guy seems to be a bit of a headcase, and not in the way Shane used to allege he was…but I actually think there’s something wrong with this…no these guys.
David: What makes you say that? They don’t dress up as the Gobbledegooker, do they?
Lance: Nah, man, but they may Aswell do. This Flanagan dude is abit…erm, gormless. I mean, by the looks of things, he doesn’t really take his job seriously. So here’s his profile on POW.com.
::David walks across the room and stands behind Lance looking down at the screen.::
David: Flanchise? Flappyville, Flantario? King of the Doctor Pepper Mountain? Damn, if I was on messenger at this moment in time, I’d be typing WTF.
Lance: Yeah, I know. So, we’ve got Nick Pickles, who we can deal with, possibly Ty Benson if he doesn’t no show, and Flanchise Flap Flanagan with his mate, Alf.
David: A former World Champion, and two retards by the looks of it then. It’s people like that the really wind me up…like WWE did in the early ‘90s.
Lance: All the gimmicks?
David: Exactly. I mean, clowns, Papa Freakin’ Shango…It’s people that don’t take this business seriously that really piss me off! We’ve worked so hard for years to get where we are today, then there’s the likes of Flapjack f**kin’….
Lance: …Flap.
David: Whatever…Flap f**kin’ Flanagan that come here and basically take the piss. I am not a former UWC TV Champion, the only King of UWC and final UWC International Champion through taking the absolute piss out of our business…
::Big Ci enters and throws his bag across the room.::
Lance: What’s up with you?
Big Ci: Greg f**kin’ Kilgreen.
David: He really don’t get the message does he. I threw him through the friggin’ doors ‘cause he was pestering me…
Big Ci: Yeah, I’ve just put him through a plasterboard wall...
David: Nice! Lance has been doin’ abit of research…
Big Ci: What kind of research?
David: He’s been lookin’ up Ty Benson, Flapjack…
Lance: FLAP!
David: Flap Flanagan and Alf.
Big Ci: Oh god…that’s who you’ve got next week isn’t it?
David: Yeah, why?
Big Ci: One word; ‘tards! Flanagan and Alf get right on my tits. If I was in that match next week, I’d be doing more than putting them through plasterboard walls. God Almighty, it’s people like them that really freakin’ annoy me. The fact that they always…they just…
David: Take the piss out of the business?
Big Ci: Exactly! Having attitudes and personalities like that would give me enough reason to destroy them. I hope you two both realise that?
Lance: Damn right! What we did to Dave’s flesh and blood on Thursday will be nothing compared to what we do to these friggin jokers next week.
David: And Nick Pickles, we’ve beat him once, hell we’ll do it again! And you, you’re gonna carry on our quest to take over POW, and you’re gonna defeat George Duke…again, and you’ll become the POW Valor Champion!
Big Ci: I like that idea. I really do. Get where you want by demolishing every obstacle that you come against, and I promise you both that we will be on top! We will continue to destroy every single idiot that gets in our way. We’d be like a huge f**king tank driving down a road, taking out everything that gets in our way!!! Let the era begin.
::Lance shuts his laptop and stands up. He, David and Big Ci exit the locker room.::
David: Hey Greg!
::You can hear laughing as the scene fades.::
{End of Segment}
Greg: Ladies and Gentlemen, I am stood outside the Ameristar Casino, prior to a POW House Show. I am waiting for the arrival of UWC’s International Champion and founder member of The Four Horsemen: XE, David Hunter.
::Suddenly, a black BMW Z4 pulls into a space on the parking lot. David Hunter gets out of the car, and grabs a bag out of the trunk.::
Greg: Dave, I was wondering if…
David: …No!
::Dave walks past Greg who immediately follows him towards the door.
Greg: Please, Dave, can I just have a few words?
::David ignores Greg and continues to walk. He enters the arena and Greg proceeds to follow him.::
Greg: Dave, I was just wondering…
::David stops in the middle of the corridor and drops his bag on the floor. He walks seemingly calm towards Greg and grabs him by the collar. He ferociously pushes Greg backwards and throws him through the doors onto the ground outside. Dave leans over Greg::
David: Greg, when you approach a lady, and she says no, you don’t continue…why? ‘Cause you’d get put in f**kin’ jail! When I say no, you freakin’ listen. Why? Because I’m the f**king Predator! And no, means no!
::Greg looks up at David as he re-enters the arena and shuts the doors firmly, leaving Greg outside. David continues down the corridor and enters a room with a plaque on the door reading “The Four Horsemen: XE.” Someone has put a red line through “Four”. David looks at it, smirks and enters. Lance Erikson is sat down at his laptop.::
Lance: Hey, man.
David: Alright, man. Where’s Ci?
Lance: Dunno, Dave. He ain’t here yet. He called me about half an hour ago and said he’d be here for seven.
David: Cool. So, how ya doin’, man?
Lance: Yeah, I’m good, just reading up on these guys we’ve got next week.
David: Find much?
Lance: For Pickles, yeah, but we don’t need to worry about him. We’ve beat him once, we’ll do it again! But as much as I try, man, I can’t find a damn thing on the other three…All that I can find is their profiles at POW.com.
David: And what do they say?
Lance: Again, man, not much. This Ty Benson…He signed with POW at the end of March but nobody’s heard anything from him since. From what I’ve heard, people wouldn’t be surprised if it was Two on Two on One on Thursday. Hell, Pickles might not even have a partner…
David: So, what about the other two?
Lance: Well, I know you mentioned him last night at the house show. But his name ain’t Flapjack Flanagan, it’s Flap Flanagan…
David: Easy mistake to make for someone you’ve never heard of before.
Lance: Well, yeah, but this guy seems to be a bit of a headcase, and not in the way Shane used to allege he was…but I actually think there’s something wrong with this…no these guys.
David: What makes you say that? They don’t dress up as the Gobbledegooker, do they?
Lance: Nah, man, but they may Aswell do. This Flanagan dude is abit…erm, gormless. I mean, by the looks of things, he doesn’t really take his job seriously. So here’s his profile on POW.com.
::David walks across the room and stands behind Lance looking down at the screen.::
David: Flanchise? Flappyville, Flantario? King of the Doctor Pepper Mountain? Damn, if I was on messenger at this moment in time, I’d be typing WTF.
Lance: Yeah, I know. So, we’ve got Nick Pickles, who we can deal with, possibly Ty Benson if he doesn’t no show, and Flanchise Flap Flanagan with his mate, Alf.
David: A former World Champion, and two retards by the looks of it then. It’s people like that the really wind me up…like WWE did in the early ‘90s.
Lance: All the gimmicks?
David: Exactly. I mean, clowns, Papa Freakin’ Shango…It’s people that don’t take this business seriously that really piss me off! We’ve worked so hard for years to get where we are today, then there’s the likes of Flapjack f**kin’….
Lance: …Flap.
David: Whatever…Flap f**kin’ Flanagan that come here and basically take the piss. I am not a former UWC TV Champion, the only King of UWC and final UWC International Champion through taking the absolute piss out of our business…
::Big Ci enters and throws his bag across the room.::
Lance: What’s up with you?
Big Ci: Greg f**kin’ Kilgreen.
David: He really don’t get the message does he. I threw him through the friggin’ doors ‘cause he was pestering me…
Big Ci: Yeah, I’ve just put him through a plasterboard wall...
David: Nice! Lance has been doin’ abit of research…
Big Ci: What kind of research?
David: He’s been lookin’ up Ty Benson, Flapjack…
Lance: FLAP!
David: Flap Flanagan and Alf.
Big Ci: Oh god…that’s who you’ve got next week isn’t it?
David: Yeah, why?
Big Ci: One word; ‘tards! Flanagan and Alf get right on my tits. If I was in that match next week, I’d be doing more than putting them through plasterboard walls. God Almighty, it’s people like them that really freakin’ annoy me. The fact that they always…they just…
David: Take the piss out of the business?
Big Ci: Exactly! Having attitudes and personalities like that would give me enough reason to destroy them. I hope you two both realise that?
Lance: Damn right! What we did to Dave’s flesh and blood on Thursday will be nothing compared to what we do to these friggin jokers next week.
David: And Nick Pickles, we’ve beat him once, hell we’ll do it again! And you, you’re gonna carry on our quest to take over POW, and you’re gonna defeat George Duke…again, and you’ll become the POW Valor Champion!
Big Ci: I like that idea. I really do. Get where you want by demolishing every obstacle that you come against, and I promise you both that we will be on top! We will continue to destroy every single idiot that gets in our way. We’d be like a huge f**king tank driving down a road, taking out everything that gets in our way!!! Let the era begin.
::Lance shuts his laptop and stands up. He, David and Big Ci exit the locker room.::
David: Hey Greg!
::You can hear laughing as the scene fades.::
{End of Segment}