Post by kidluck on Jul 18, 2007 10:25:49 GMT -6
| KEY Meltdown Stephie Cambell Cameraman |
The scene opens up deep in the bowels of the Michaels 8th Avenue Ballroom. A blue bullet speeds down the ramp of the parking lot, noisily screeching to a halt at an angle near a white-lined parking space. Meltdown, wearing a coal black shirt, grey cargo pants and obsidian metal-studded cowboy boots, also wearing the ruby-red mask with the golden dragon skull emblem and silver horns and fangs with the golden circle, is inside the car, sat comfortable enough on the black leather. He has a pair of Animal MK II sunglasses on over the mask and he quickly finishes the lap and comfortably eases into the parking space, leaning over to place his sunglasses in the dashboard. Meltdown opens the door, parked next to a red Ferrari Enzo and smirks, admiring the car, which stands almightily compared to his blue-and-silver Dodge Viper which desperately needs a wash. He laughs and shakes his head, walking through the parking lot. This is definitely a different side of Meltdown, compared to previous mental and anger problems..he seems warmer..more alive..happier for sure. He takes a long, drawing breath and a puff of white smoke flows from his mouth, the day is very cold and frosty for a July Day and the Dodges windows are already beginning to steam up from the inside. Meltdown shrugs and starts walking towards the fire-doors where the inside of the arena lies Cory Barnett..no problem..I know I can win this one. I know it..I KNOW IT! You're coming off your first Singles win, big man. Let's not ruin it..COME ON!!! He slaps his cheeks, urging himself on as he kicks the metal bars across the fire exit, sending them flying open. He walks through the dull and lifeless hallways, looking around. He reaches into his pocket and unfolds a piece of paper with the card on it, tacking it onto the backstage noticeboard. He continues walking through the coridoors until he bumps into a woman, holding a microphone and accompanied with a cameraman Meltdown? I'm Stephie Cambell, POWs female interviewer..A few words? Sure..why not? Meltdown shurgs and walks down the coridoor, accompanied by Stephie and the cameraman. He stops at a hot drinks machine and starts scrambling in his pockets for change. Stephie clears her throat as the cameraman starts the camera Hello fans of Power On Wrestling, this is Stephie Campbell here, backstage in Fairfield with none other than a man who has been on somewhat of a bad luck streak..but a man who is attempting to throw away all of his demons to gain a taste of victory..the wrestler they refer to as 'The Last True Warrior'...Meltdown!..So, Meltdown..What are your thoughts on your opponent this week? Personally, Cory Barnett is just another person who is asking for a good old ass-kicking. I may have lost matches, but don't think I haven't left a mark on my opponents. Chris Knight, last week, he fell to The Curse, and this week I will not make an exception. He may be on a slight roll, but it will come crashing down when he faces off against the monster that is Meltdown.. Meltdown starts inserting some silver coins into the machine. The machine starts humming noisily and Meltdown kicks it, clicking on the option for PG Tips - White Tea - One Sugar. The machine starts clanking as it starts working Any comments on Cory Barnett becoming the number one contender for the Power On Wrestling : New England Openweight Championship? Meltdown mutters something inelligble under his breath, staring at the machine. Stephie holds the cold, black microphone closer to Meltdowns lips Pardon? I don't care what contender he is to whos title. All I know is that this week he faces me, Meltdown, the man who destroyed a nobody punk in the middle of the ring last week. I dropped him on that thick skulls of his before picking him up and slamming him so heavily..so forcefully into the mat I though I would make his vertebrae part of his chest. The same fate shall lie in wait for Cory Barnett. I am going to destroy him so bad his parents won't be able to recognize their little boy from a mass of pulsating blood and flesh..I'll be doing the locker-room a favour by destroying this kid. So, he may be a number one contender, but I will destroy him and show I am just as worthy to be a contender as he is Lately, Mr Barnett has been talking a lot concerning his upcoming match with you and making jibes at you. Comments? He calls himself 'Awesome'. Let me tell him something. Schoolkids call themselves 'awesome'. Boys at their birthday party call themselves 'awesome'. A stupid moron who is about to step into the ring with me does not and deserves not to call themselves awesome. I seriously hope he considers pulling his head out of his ass long enough to see his shoulders hit the mat for the three second count. Awesome?...Gimme a break.. All he is a no-good little punk he needs to be taken down a few notches and you are looking at the person who isn't going to lay down for some moron who calls themselves awesome and prances around making jokes about opponents! Meltdown reaches into the machine and grabs the biodegradable beige cup. He gently tips the cup to a few sides and makes the teabag infuse the milky mixture more. He takes a slow sip as Stephie looks stumped for another question Meltdown...You seem to have an..umm..backlog of losses..Will those affect you? Underneath the ruby-red mask, a vein bulges in Meltdowns temple, agitated No they f**king won't. I plan to start a new slate and have already started by decimating Christopher Knight. I will sure as hell decimate Cory Barnett in the flick of a wrist. Stephie Cambell nods weakly and the cameraman starts to put the camera down, Meltdown grabs it roughly and yanks it back up, a red button falls off from the side Cory..I want to ask you a question..and it is a very serious one so listen up you useless f**kmook..Have you ever been afraid of someone? Meltdown tightens his grip on the camera and waves it up and down, simulating a nodding effect Well listen up you awesome shitbag, I have never been afraid of anyone He splashes the boiling tea into the lens and it drips down, Meltdown throwsa it to the floor and the last thing the lens sees is the obisidian sole of Meltdowns boot come crashing down. Meltdown calmly reaches into his pockets for more change as he inserts to the machine That wasn't very nice.. I am not a nice person. Meltdown chooses Nescafe - Black - No Sugar this time. He kicks the machine as it starts humming and wats, tapping his foot on the linoleum Asshole.. Sounds like me, alright She rolls her eyes and gives an exasperated sigh as Meltdown chuckles. He picks up the cup and walks past them. He jerks the cup and splashes the warm black liquid on Stephies white jumper. She screams and gives Meltdown a sharp slap against the back of his head. Meltdown laughs and keeps walking., The cameraman helps Sophie wipe it off, using a handkerchief soaked in bottled water he found in a bag slung over his shoulder. He looks towards the fire exit doors. Meltdown is nowhere to be found. He sighs and mutters under his breath.. Useless motherf**king asshole.. The last thing the cameraman sees for a while is Meltdowns back legs as he is twisted around and hoisted up for the Alabama Slam. Meltdown flings him through a dry wall into the mens toilets, sending him crashing through a white porecelain sink. He lies on the floor, his limbs at awkward angles, unconscious. Stephie looks horrified. Meltdown dusts his hands off and walks back to the fire exit, squatting down and picking up the cup of coffee.He takes a long sip before he looks back and laughs No more. |