Post by Rotten on Jan 23, 2007 17:26:15 GMT -5
Barrie Ontario was the closest city to us growing up. Population was about a Hundred Thousand, but oddly enough it still had that small city feeling. Edmonton on the other hand was fast paced and scary.
BANGGGGG
Gangs, shooting, murder... Deadmonton, the murder capital of Canada, and we were living in the heart of the beast. Mill Woods.
[Fade up to a shot of Johnny Rotten stuffing his gym bag with not only his workout gear but his wrestling attire. He had a full day planned out. A new wrestling coach, the courier service, and an interview.]
I'm not sure if it was the excitement of recent events, or the anticipation of things to come but lately my nights have been filled with thoughts and dreams, instead of actual sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, something would be there, nagging at me. The thought of standing in front of the press was driving me nuts. I knew my strengths and my weaknesses, and public speaking was definitely one of the latter. Jeff Fox my manager passed it off as nerves saying that eventually it would become as natural as breathing. He's probably right, but I couldn't think about that right now. In less than a hour I would be meeting with my wrestling coach... Mister Tsuruta
[Jeff Fox and Johnny Rotten stand outside a studio. Jeff dressed like a business man, while Jay stood in what had become his traditional wrestling garb. Studded Dog Collar, Black Doc Marten boots, Dark baggy Cargo pants, and a concert shirt, Pink Floyd's Album "Shine on" was the flavor of the day. Opening the door Fox and Rotten step into the dojo, silently watching a class already in progress.]
Tsurto: [With a broomstick in his hand.] Too High
[Two young wrestlers circle each other as they practice a simple single leg take down. The student closest to Rotten and Fox shoots in.]
WHACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK
[The student catches nothing but a broomstick to the back. The shot echo's across the empty dojo like a gun shot as Tsurto re-enforces his statement.]
Tsurto: Too High..! Up here... No balance..! Down here... Much balance.
[Tsurto yells out something in Japanese and both students bow, before walking away.]
Tsurto: Jeffreyson... [Smiles] The Fox..!
Fox: Tiny... Still whacking guys with the ol broomstick heh..?
[Tsurto nods.]
Fox: So whaddya think of my guy here... [Raises his eyebrows] Won in his first match already.
Tsurto: [Broken English] I told you no more student...
[Tsurto wheels away. Fox pushes Rotten onto the mat and gestures for him to follow Tsurto. Rotten flashes a look back to Jeff, hating the fact that he's pushing himself on someone who obviously doesn't want him.]
Tsurto: [Stops] It is only the Fox and the Weasel that can enter the hen house undetected to steal the egg.
[Tsurto Hisses and spins the broomstick flashing as it cuts through the air.]
WHACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK
Tsurto: [Screaming] HeYaaa...
[Johnny Ducks, the stick zings catching a tuff of his hair.]
Tsurto: Haaaa...
[Another shot, this one low.]
[With his knees tucked up under his chest Johnny leaps over the next shot jumping straight up in the air.]
Tsurto: Gooooooooood...
[By the time Johnny lands, the broomstick was already in motion towards him. With no time to react Johnny instinctively throws a hand up, and to the surprise of everyone in the room, catches the broomstick in his hand.]
[Tsurto bows.]
[Rotten looks over his shoulder to Fox, who frantically shakes his head "no"]
[Tsurto releases his grip on the stick, and steps into Johnny as he catches him with a Ridgehand that turns Rotten inside out flipping through the air.]
Tsurto: [Walking away] I am the fight Mr Taylor... Not Jeffreyson.
[Tsurto Hisses, and then nods to Fox, who instantly becomes excited.]
[Still clutching at his neck and chest, Johnny walks off the mat towards Jeff Fox.]
Fox: Atta boy kid... You're in..!
[Rubbing both his chest and the welt across the side of his head.]
Johnny: [Total Sarcasm] Greeeeat..!
Fox had set up a interview with the local media regarding my debut and my win on last week's Action. It was a big thing both for Fox and for me. As I walked to find the courier service that had my belongings, I tried to prepare myself by imagining what sort of questions they might ask me.
[Scene Switch, Horlack Park, Edmonton Alberta.]
Still dressed in my Johnny Rotten attire. I garnered more than the odd look from the Edmonton public. One large military looking duffel bag, and a faded black guitar case. That was all my belongings, and I was happy to see them, especially my guitar. It was a custom built fender, and more importantly acted as a escape for me whenever I was struggling with life's daily problems.
Dave: Hurry... You're late.
[Not sure what is going on, Jay stands his ground as a panicked stricken kid pulls at Rotten dragging him towards a crowd.]
[Drums, Guitars, Microphone, and Amps.]
[Mohawks, Dye Jobs, Piercings, and Tatoo's.]
This was obviously a case of mistaken identity. I remember smiling as I looked over these kids who more or less looked just like me. They were punk, and they were a band expecting a guitar player who hadn't shown for a small gig they were playing for a Televised Talent Show.
Johnny: I don't think so...
[Four faces... Totally disappointed.]
Right around the corner I was scheduled for my interview. I couldn't miss that. Jeff explained to me that the publicity I garnered for myself was just as important as my In-Ring performances.
[Looks at his watch... 20 minutes to spare.]
Rotten: [Sighing] What are we playin...
[Smiles]
[The blonde crew cut kid points at my shirt. We know Floyd.]
Rotten: Who's your singer..?
[Again the kid points at my shirt, only this time I know he means me.]
Rotten: I can't... My public speaking skills weren't the greatest, my public singing skills were even worse, but mostly because I choked up in front of crowds. Public Speaking... I was going to have to talk about my opponent Don Travelli. I had no clue what I was going to say, and the time I did have to prepare, I was wasting, jamming with a group of kids I've only just met. We decided to go with a song called Terminal Frost. It was an instrumental, which meant no singing. The group wasn't happy about it. I couldn't blame them. It was a lame song.
[Scene Switch]
[Rotten and the rest of the group stand on a stage. Johnny moves to the microphone. Guitar slung over his shoulder.]
Johnny: Uhhh Hey... We're going to do a song for you all... It's Pink Floyd... Termi
[One face out of the small group watching.]
It was Jeff Fox, and as I glanced towards my watch, I noticed I was late.
Johnny: [Nervous] Uh.. You know what...
[Pause]
Johnny: My name's Johhny Rotten and I'm a wrestler...
[Crowd pops a bit.]
Johnny: In fact I'm a damn good wrestler...
[Small Guitar Riff from Rotten.]
[Crowd screams]
Rotten: This week I'm fighting a guy named Dan Travelli... A three time Television champion.
[Plays the chorus to the Death March song.]
[Crowd Boo's.]
Johnny: Now we were going to play Pink Floyd's song Terminal Frost... But quite frankly just like my opponent... [Cocky Smile] It sucks..!
RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
[Fox flashes a thumb's up and some of the reporters start recording the footage.]
Johnny: I expect my opponent, figures he's going to beat me real bad... Me being but a rookie and all. He might even thing that he is going to "School" me... "Educate" me in the art of wrestling.
[Pause, Johnny looks back to the band.]
Johnny: Well Dan Travelli... [Pauses and Grins] "Teacher".
[The band follows Johnny's lead and begins to play Another Brick in the wall.]
Rotten: We don't need no education...
[Crowd goes crazy]
Rotten: We don't need no thought control...
[Fox smiles]
Rotten: No dark sarcasm in the classroom...
[The Band rocks happy to get a chance.]
Rotten: Teachers leave them kids alone...
[Rotten smiles, staring into the camera, staring right at his opponent.]
Johnny: Hey teacher... Leave this kid alone..!
[Scene Switch]
[Edmonton Media, Televisions and Newspapers.]
Johnny Rotten, NAPW not only rocks in the ring, but on the stage as well
Edmonton welcomes Rock' n Wrestler
[Cut to a female sports personality.]
Today we met with NAPW's newest acquisition and future superstar... Johnny Rotten. After impressing fans with flips and acrobatics last week in the ring, Johnny Rotten entertained the masses as he sang for a small crowd outside of Horlack park. Afterwords we caught up with Johnny Rotten and his manager Jeff Fox who had this to say.
[Cut to a shot of Fox and Rotten.]
[Johnny opens his mouth to talk, but as usual Jeff Fox steps in front to field all questions.]
Fox: Johnny here is a talented kid... In and out of the ring. That's why it's no surprise that I announce his acceptance into Tiny Tsurto's "Young Dragon's Dojo"
[Minor applause from the crowd, even though nobody really cares.]
Fox: Furthermore, Rotten and I tend to prove that his victory at last week's Action was anything but a fluke, when Johnny pins the shoulder's of the "Don"... Don Travelli for a three count and a victory.
[End Clip]
[Fade to logo]
BANGGGGG
Gangs, shooting, murder... Deadmonton, the murder capital of Canada, and we were living in the heart of the beast. Mill Woods.
[Fade up to a shot of Johnny Rotten stuffing his gym bag with not only his workout gear but his wrestling attire. He had a full day planned out. A new wrestling coach, the courier service, and an interview.]
~ Do... Or Do Not, There is no Try ~
-Yoda
-Yoda
I'm not sure if it was the excitement of recent events, or the anticipation of things to come but lately my nights have been filled with thoughts and dreams, instead of actual sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, something would be there, nagging at me. The thought of standing in front of the press was driving me nuts. I knew my strengths and my weaknesses, and public speaking was definitely one of the latter. Jeff Fox my manager passed it off as nerves saying that eventually it would become as natural as breathing. He's probably right, but I couldn't think about that right now. In less than a hour I would be meeting with my wrestling coach... Mister Tsuruta
[Jeff Fox and Johnny Rotten stand outside a studio. Jeff dressed like a business man, while Jay stood in what had become his traditional wrestling garb. Studded Dog Collar, Black Doc Marten boots, Dark baggy Cargo pants, and a concert shirt, Pink Floyd's Album "Shine on" was the flavor of the day. Opening the door Fox and Rotten step into the dojo, silently watching a class already in progress.]
Tsurto: [With a broomstick in his hand.] Too High
[Two young wrestlers circle each other as they practice a simple single leg take down. The student closest to Rotten and Fox shoots in.]
WHACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK
[The student catches nothing but a broomstick to the back. The shot echo's across the empty dojo like a gun shot as Tsurto re-enforces his statement.]
Tsurto: Too High..! Up here... No balance..! Down here... Much balance.
[Tsurto yells out something in Japanese and both students bow, before walking away.]
Tsurto: Jeffreyson... [Smiles] The Fox..!
Fox: Tiny... Still whacking guys with the ol broomstick heh..?
[Tsurto nods.]
Fox: So whaddya think of my guy here... [Raises his eyebrows] Won in his first match already.
Tsurto: [Broken English] I told you no more student...
[Tsurto wheels away. Fox pushes Rotten onto the mat and gestures for him to follow Tsurto. Rotten flashes a look back to Jeff, hating the fact that he's pushing himself on someone who obviously doesn't want him.]
Tsurto: [Stops] It is only the Fox and the Weasel that can enter the hen house undetected to steal the egg.
[Tsurto Hisses and spins the broomstick flashing as it cuts through the air.]
WHACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK
Tsurto: [Screaming] HeYaaa...
[Johnny Ducks, the stick zings catching a tuff of his hair.]
Tsurto: Haaaa...
[Another shot, this one low.]
[With his knees tucked up under his chest Johnny leaps over the next shot jumping straight up in the air.]
Tsurto: Gooooooooood...
[By the time Johnny lands, the broomstick was already in motion towards him. With no time to react Johnny instinctively throws a hand up, and to the surprise of everyone in the room, catches the broomstick in his hand.]
[Tsurto bows.]
[Rotten looks over his shoulder to Fox, who frantically shakes his head "no"]
[Tsurto releases his grip on the stick, and steps into Johnny as he catches him with a Ridgehand that turns Rotten inside out flipping through the air.]
Tsurto: [Walking away] I am the fight Mr Taylor... Not Jeffreyson.
[Tsurto Hisses, and then nods to Fox, who instantly becomes excited.]
[Still clutching at his neck and chest, Johnny walks off the mat towards Jeff Fox.]
Fox: Atta boy kid... You're in..!
[Rubbing both his chest and the welt across the side of his head.]
Johnny: [Total Sarcasm] Greeeeat..!
Fox had set up a interview with the local media regarding my debut and my win on last week's Action. It was a big thing both for Fox and for me. As I walked to find the courier service that had my belongings, I tried to prepare myself by imagining what sort of questions they might ask me.
[Scene Switch, Horlack Park, Edmonton Alberta.]
Still dressed in my Johnny Rotten attire. I garnered more than the odd look from the Edmonton public. One large military looking duffel bag, and a faded black guitar case. That was all my belongings, and I was happy to see them, especially my guitar. It was a custom built fender, and more importantly acted as a escape for me whenever I was struggling with life's daily problems.
Dave: Hurry... You're late.
[Not sure what is going on, Jay stands his ground as a panicked stricken kid pulls at Rotten dragging him towards a crowd.]
[Drums, Guitars, Microphone, and Amps.]
[Mohawks, Dye Jobs, Piercings, and Tatoo's.]
This was obviously a case of mistaken identity. I remember smiling as I looked over these kids who more or less looked just like me. They were punk, and they were a band expecting a guitar player who hadn't shown for a small gig they were playing for a Televised Talent Show.
Johnny: I don't think so...
[Four faces... Totally disappointed.]
Right around the corner I was scheduled for my interview. I couldn't miss that. Jeff explained to me that the publicity I garnered for myself was just as important as my In-Ring performances.
[Looks at his watch... 20 minutes to spare.]
Rotten: [Sighing] What are we playin...
[Smiles]
[The blonde crew cut kid points at my shirt. We know Floyd.]
Rotten: Who's your singer..?
[Again the kid points at my shirt, only this time I know he means me.]
Rotten: I can't... My public speaking skills weren't the greatest, my public singing skills were even worse, but mostly because I choked up in front of crowds. Public Speaking... I was going to have to talk about my opponent Don Travelli. I had no clue what I was going to say, and the time I did have to prepare, I was wasting, jamming with a group of kids I've only just met. We decided to go with a song called Terminal Frost. It was an instrumental, which meant no singing. The group wasn't happy about it. I couldn't blame them. It was a lame song.
[Scene Switch]
[Rotten and the rest of the group stand on a stage. Johnny moves to the microphone. Guitar slung over his shoulder.]
Johnny: Uhhh Hey... We're going to do a song for you all... It's Pink Floyd... Termi
[One face out of the small group watching.]
It was Jeff Fox, and as I glanced towards my watch, I noticed I was late.
Johnny: [Nervous] Uh.. You know what...
[Pause]
Johnny: My name's Johhny Rotten and I'm a wrestler...
[Crowd pops a bit.]
Johnny: In fact I'm a damn good wrestler...
[Small Guitar Riff from Rotten.]
[Crowd screams]
Rotten: This week I'm fighting a guy named Dan Travelli... A three time Television champion.
[Plays the chorus to the Death March song.]
[Crowd Boo's.]
Johnny: Now we were going to play Pink Floyd's song Terminal Frost... But quite frankly just like my opponent... [Cocky Smile] It sucks..!
RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
[Fox flashes a thumb's up and some of the reporters start recording the footage.]
Johnny: I expect my opponent, figures he's going to beat me real bad... Me being but a rookie and all. He might even thing that he is going to "School" me... "Educate" me in the art of wrestling.
[Pause, Johnny looks back to the band.]
Johnny: Well Dan Travelli... [Pauses and Grins] "Teacher".
[The band follows Johnny's lead and begins to play Another Brick in the wall.]
Rotten: We don't need no education...
[Crowd goes crazy]
Rotten: We don't need no thought control...
[Fox smiles]
Rotten: No dark sarcasm in the classroom...
[The Band rocks happy to get a chance.]
Rotten: Teachers leave them kids alone...
[Rotten smiles, staring into the camera, staring right at his opponent.]
Johnny: Hey teacher... Leave this kid alone..!
[Scene Switch]
[Edmonton Media, Televisions and Newspapers.]
Johnny Rotten, NAPW not only rocks in the ring, but on the stage as well
Edmonton welcomes Rock' n Wrestler
[Cut to a female sports personality.]
Today we met with NAPW's newest acquisition and future superstar... Johnny Rotten. After impressing fans with flips and acrobatics last week in the ring, Johnny Rotten entertained the masses as he sang for a small crowd outside of Horlack park. Afterwords we caught up with Johnny Rotten and his manager Jeff Fox who had this to say.
[Cut to a shot of Fox and Rotten.]
[Johnny opens his mouth to talk, but as usual Jeff Fox steps in front to field all questions.]
Fox: Johnny here is a talented kid... In and out of the ring. That's why it's no surprise that I announce his acceptance into Tiny Tsurto's "Young Dragon's Dojo"
[Minor applause from the crowd, even though nobody really cares.]
Fox: Furthermore, Rotten and I tend to prove that his victory at last week's Action was anything but a fluke, when Johnny pins the shoulder's of the "Don"... Don Travelli for a three count and a victory.
[End Clip]
[Fade to logo]