Post by AJ Riles on Feb 25, 2009 18:36:08 GMT -5
The Beginning---
- Free Radical
"Oh, so we are doing the documentary?" Jim Norris laughs, looking to Nicholas Hunter at his side. "YOU told me Mike called it off."
"Just the messenger, Jimmy." Nick laughs, shrugging.
"Yeah, I'll just bet. Oh, man where to start..."
"Well, this IS behind the scenes stuff, why not start with the locker room?" The interviewer asks.
"Oh, so it's the behind-the-scenes special?" Jim asks, looking to Nick.
"The hell're you looking at me for?!" Nick demands.
Backstage---
- Free Radical
"Anyway, the locker room... Well, the locker room of any promotion has its issues, you know? MWL is no different." Jim states.
"Yeah, we've got our fair share of big problems backstage." Nick nods.
"DAMN IT! Who the hell ate my cocktail shrimp?!" Yugo demands. "I bet it was you, Nick! You're always stealing my food!"
"Dude, Lino has your cocktail sauce all over his face!" Nick answers, motioning to the big man, who promptly wipes his face on his wrist.
- Yugo Ryan
"Oh, my, our dysfunctional locker room." Yugo laughs, leaning on his arm, propped against the armrest. "We're basically all a bunch of morons once we're off-screen. I do not exaggerate when I say half of us have the sense of humor of frat boys."
As a loud snoring can be heard, Anthony Jacobs and Scott Froelich stand, crowded around a seat, laughing. After a moment, the two step back to admire their work. They give each other a thumbs-up as the shot zooms in on Catastrophe's face, adorned with sharpie drawings and obscene writings.
* * *
"Hey." Jim states. The man pauses, straightens his tie, and continues on. Jim peeks over his shoulder sipping from a can of pop in his hand. "Alright, screw you, too."
"Yeah, real smooth, Jimmy." Nick sighs. "You realize he could be one o' the big bosses, right?"
"So?! He could've at least acknowledged me, ya know!" Jim retorts.
"I hope you get fired!" A voice shouts from down the hall.
"Bite me, Alex!" Jim shouts in response. The camera whips around just in time to spot Alex DuVry down the hall, sticking his tongue out at Jim. "Eat me!" Jim shouts.
"Oh, Jimmy, we got a match, come on." Nick states, walking off. Jim throws his still half-full can down the hall at Alex before blowing a raspberry and hurrying off after Nick.
- Jim Norris, World Heavyweight Champion
"...Oh, crap. We were on?" Jim laughs. "Yeah, Alex and I have never really gotten along, per se. It's not like we get into fistfights or anything, just, you know, stuff like THAT. You know, don't get me wrong, the kid has talent to spare, just... The two of us don't quite see eye-to-eye..."
As Michael Jamborgh leans over the next show's plans, Shane Warner peeks over his shoulders. "Aah, right here. Book Lino to win that. GUARANTEED ratings, right there." Shane grins as Michael nods in agreement.
- Jarvick Redrock, Good Saint Mike 2008 Winner
"A federation is like a palace, it doesn't take care of itself. Every wrestler needs to meet certain responsibilities to do their part, especially the guys who are getting the big title shots. Well I know that Yugo bugger does but the others I don't know. Here's hoping they do. Otherwise they don't deserve to be 'franchise players' of MWL."
Yugo Ryan stands at ringside in the empty MWL arena, watching the Maverick Miller and Alex DuVry sparring and practicing their moves. Alex throws a kick at Maverick that shows light, which Yugo immediately responds to. "Alex, you've got to get in closer!" Yugo insists. Alex nods in reply and attempts it again, this time much closer.
Title Hunts---
- Jim Norris, World Heavyweight Champion
"Oh, man, my reaction when Michael first approached me about winning the World Heavyweight title? Well of course I was nervous! I mean until then, I'd competed in MWL for a few years, y'know, I was around for a lot of the early-era stuff, before Redline, and never had I seen a lightweight carry the big strap. So I get called into Mike's office and he looks me in the eye and says: 'Jimmy, we want you to hold the World Heavyweight Championship.' Of course I accepted! Not many people would decline the offer to be the big gun in the promotion. And frankly, I'm not one of them." Jim laughs.
Jim Norris raises the title overhead, unable to get off of his knees, as the announcers and audience scream with excitement. "He did it! HE DID IT! Ladies and gentlemen, on this night, Jim Norris has become MWL Heavyweight Champion of the World!" The fireworks roar overhead as Jim holds the title against his chest, full of joy and pride.
- Lino, Triple Crown Winner
"Most promotions build their championships upon their champions, who ar built up based on the talent they possess in the ring. MWL is no different. Management looks at a few criteria in their potential big-name champions. Excitement. Charisma. Dependability. Work ethic. Respectability. Some guys have these, some don't. You don't have any of these and, well, sorry man, but you're pretty well screwed. But just because you have some of those, doesn't mean you're guaranteed a spot as one of MWL's best. Tried to tell a certain MWL newcomer that not too long ago..."
"I am so sick of them doing this!" Jarvick screams in frustration. "Always, always! They give me the title match, dangle it in my face, then take it away from me!" The camera pans from the furious Jarvick Redrock to Lino, who is looking on, his arms crossed.
"You know, there's a reason for that..." Lino begins.
"What, that I'm not some tank who just happens to be friends with Yugo?!" Jarvick spits.
"No, the fact that they might trust you with a title if you could actually do some real moves." Lino answers. He is answered by a hard shot to the face from Jarvick. Lino goes to strike back, but is stopped as the two of them are separated by security and some of the other members of the roster.
On the Road---
- Free Radical
"Oh, man...stories from the good old days when we travelled from arena to arena..." Nick sighs, looking up and thinking.
"Eh, I wouldn't call them 'good old days'... Maybe just 'old days'..." Jim states as Nick laughs.
"Haha, yeah. Anyway...oh, I got one! Heh, before I start though, you need to know that MWL has its own problem child in Catastrophe..." Nick continues.
A car pulls into the parking lot of a McDonald's, and out climb Lino, Catastrophe, Nicholas Hunter and Shane Warner. Lino tosses the keys to Nick, who promptly strolls to the back of the vehicle and opens the trunk. "Nnh... we there already?" A voice asks, climbing out.
"No, Jimmy, we're just stopping for lunch." Nick states, tossing the keys back to Lino. Lino leans on the roof of the car while Shane stretches, and Catastrophe uses the car for support to hold himself up.
"Ah...ah wonder'f dey sell booze her!" Catastrophe asks.
"Yeah, probably not, Cat." Shane answers. The five of them then make their way toward the building. Lino pulls open the door and stops, looking around as Shane, Jim, and Nick enter, with Catastrophe trying to peek through them.
Lino lets out a laugh as Catastrophe immediately hides behind big Lino. "Oh, shit!" Catastrophe whispers. The camera shifts around to catch a glimpse of the rest of the restaurant, where it sees several police officers, eating their meals.
"Oh, yeah, it was real fun explaining to Michael that five of his big names got taken in for half a dozen empty beer cans in the front passenger seat." Jim laughs. "Oh...haha... That drunk bastard."
- Scott Froelich
- David Hitz
"Oh, oh, I got one!" David Hitz chimes in. "This one happened in, what, Kansas City?" David asks, as Scott Froelich realizes what story he's about to tell and immediately covers his face with one hand.
"Aw, not this one...!" Scott whines.
Scott Froelich and David Hitz walk down the hallway, their bags in hand. Scott promptly stops upon seeing a female fan backstage, waving at him. "Why, hello there..." Scott grins as the fan makes her way over to Scott and whispers into his ear. "You are ON!" Scott shouts, dropping his bag with a heavy thud. "David, I will be back in, like, fifteen minutes." Scott states, walking down a hallway with the fan. David heaves an impatient sigh and leans against a support pole.
"Guy's a fricking horn-dog." David states, jerking his head toward the hallway. A few moments later, a scream is heard, and Scott Froelich rushes out of the hallway, using his clothes to cover his crotch as he ducks behind a supply crate, trying to pull his clothing back on.
"What? What's the matter?!" The fan calls.
"You did NOT tell me you had a penis!" Scott yells.
"I AM a man, you know!"
"THEN DRESS LIKE ONE!"
"...I really, REALLY hate you, David." Scott sighs while David laughs.
- Yugo Ryan
"Oh, on-the-road stories, huh? Alright, I've got one..." Yugo chuckles.
The camera peers around a corner, seeing Yugo Ryan, Lino, and Kairez lined up side-by-side, each of them holding a shopping cart. Seated in the shopping carts are David Hitz, Scott Froelich, and Jim Norris. "Alright, guys, THAT is our target!" Lino shouts, pointing to a pyramid display down the aisle. "Three! Two! One!" Lino shouts. "...GO!"
With that, the three of them begin charging down the aisle, and after some distance, release the shopping carts. The carts roll down the aisle as Jim, Scott, and David all try to stand in the moving carts as they barrel down the aisle toward the display.
"...Needless to say, we can never go back." Yugo laughs.
- Kairez
"So you want an on-the-road story from me, huh?" Kairez asks, taking a drink from a bottle of water. "Alright, so we were...somewhere in Missourri, and I'd just defeated Magnum to win MWL's top-tier title at the time, the Underground Championship..."
Kairez stands in triumph, holding the Underground title overhead. Magnum rolls out of the ring and heads backstage as the arena clears out. Kairez remains to take pictures with the fans and once they clear out, he remains in the ring a short while longer. Kairez climbs out of the ring and again dons his trenchcoat and sunglasses, buckling the Underground Championship under his coat. As he walks back up the entryway, a young boy climbs over the guardrail and approaches him. The boy holds up a gloss print and a pen. Kairez takes them and signs his name before returning them to the boy with a smile. The boy then proceeds to hug Kairez, as a scream rings out from the stands behind them.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH MY SON?!"
"...So, yeah. It turns out, if you're getting a hug from a child fan while wearing a trenchcoat, you're a pedophile." Kairez laughs.
Out of Character and the New Blood---
- Viper, Good Saint Mike 2007 Winner & MWL-CAW Champion
"You get out of character in this company, and the backstage is... It's cliquey, you know? You've got Yugo, Lino, Norris, Hunter, guys like them, they're the guys you listen to. You've got the guys from other countries, the Martels, the Asian Persuasion, Jarvick. Right?" Viper asks.
- Catastrophe
"...'Cliquey'? That's what he said? I don't know where his head is..." Catastrophe laughs, puffing on a cigarette. "...But about the only 'clique' around here is me, him, and Jarvick. And that's just because nobody else really drinks around here."
- Viper, Good Saint Mike 2007 Winner & MWL-CAW Champion
"...Then you've got the stagehands..."
- Catastrophe
"...Was he drunk for his segment?"
- Viper, Good Saint Mike 2007 Winner & MWL-CAW Champion
"I AM NOT... Ugh..." Viper groans, standing and walking offscreen, holding his mouth and stomach.
- Catastrophe
"Rule one. Don't drink before interviews." Catastrophe states, puffing on his cigarette as the camera crew laughs.
- Nicholas Hunter, North American Champion
"Is there hazing in MWL? Well, yeah. Sorry, but most promotions are that way. Sandbagging, backstage pranks, whatever. The vets give the rookies a hard time when they're starting out." Nick laughs.
- Alex DuVry
"Oh, god, the hazings I went through... You ever see those movies where the cannibals in the jungle carry the main characters on that little pole thing?" Alex asks.
A camera is running in the dark halls of the MWL Arena long before the next show, focused upon the doors leading outside. A young man appears, a tote bag slung over his shoulder. He pulls open the door and steps in, looking around and grinning. "So, this is the place, huh?" The young man looks around in surprise upon hearing a battle cry from somewhere. "Huh, what the--?!" A loud "CRACK!" rings out as the young man falls to the ground. Byakko stands over him, chair in hand, a grin plastered across his face.
"HEY, EVERYBODY! FRESH MEAT!" Byakko yells.
