Post by samfinn on Mar 10, 2007 23:54:20 GMT -5
(The great sky is burning with missles and tracers as the fighters attack the Afghanistan fighters on the ground. Explosions ring out in the sky and on the ground as the insurgents fight back against the four fighters. The leader's contrails twist and twirl as he flicks on the radio. He is Sam Finn, and this is eight months before he joined NAPW.)
STORM: Halo-Three this is Halo-One. Cover my six, over.
HALO-THREE: Wilco.
(Halo-Three falls to 4200 feet and in behind Halo-One. They both dive towards the group of insurgents on the ground.)
STORM: Fox two fox two!
(Two missles go streaking away from the wings of Sam's Hornet and away towards the terrorists. A moment later they explode, taking most of the group with them. The rest of the Afghanis tear away into the desert, dragging their wounded with them.)
STORM: Halo-One to Bravo-One. We've sanitized the area. Feel free to take the convoy through, over.
(Bravo-One's voice comes in over the radio over a blast of static.)
Bravo-One: Roger that, Lieutenant. Any sign of mines or IED's?
STORM: Negative, sir; we put a lot of heat down there, so they would've probably blew during the fighting, over.
Bravo-One: Affirmative. We'll send a de-mining crew over first. Thanks for the great air support, Bravo-One out.
HALO-TWO: Nice last shot, boss.
STORM: Thanks, Larry. All Halo units, come about to vector 180 south and RTB. Good work today, everyone.
HALO-FOUR: I got drinks tonight. Thanks for the save earlier, McMasters.
HALO-THREE: Anytime, Harrison.
(The four F/A-18's head back to Kandahar airfield, and after a few minutes land on runway. Finn and his four soldiers head back to a de-briefing.)
(A few months later, Second-Lieutenant Samuel Matthew Finn had been assigned a honorary discharge after being hit with shrapnel in his abdomen from an IED. He'd been sent home to Canada and a Military Hospital, but made a full recovery. He joined NAPW after only four months of therapy. Also, he showed almost no side-affects from his injuries.)
(Several months later, a few days before his match with Dio Muerte, Storm is sitting in his hotel room when his cell phone rings.)
STORM: Hello?
CHAZZ CARSON: Hey, Sam. How you been?
STORM: Pretty good.
CHAZZ CARSON: Great, just great. Listen, I need you to come down to the studio for a quick promo filming, OK?
STORM: Yeah, yeah. I'll be over on my bike. Ten minutes, okay?
(Isn't it convienient that WPVN has a studio in every NAPW-featuring city?)
(Sam gets up, and pulls on his torn leather jacket. He reaches into his pocket, and grabs a pack of gum. He pops a stick into his mouth, grabs his helmet and goes down to the elevators.)
(He presses the 'B1' button, where the parking structure is located, and the doors close. He's alone in the elevator. He reaches up, and scratches the stubble of a three-day beard. Memories of the sky scream through his head as he climbs on his bike and cruises towards the Regina WPVN studio.)
(Upon arrival, he parks, stows his helmet and starts on the way to the doors. On top of the doors, a large 'WPVN - Your Canadian Sports Network!' sign sits, covered in bird shit. He opens the door, and sees Tony "Chazz" Carson and Fred "Beast" Carry waiting for him, making small talk with a Public-Relations worker.)
STORM:[b/] Hey, fellas.
BEAST CARRY: Storm! My jackass coworker and I were just waiting for you! How the hell are you?
STORM: Dude, take a (BLEEP)ing valium.
CHAZZ CARSON: Don't mind him. If he keeps it up, he's going to get fired. So, don't say anything to him. Then we wouldn't have to deal with him.
BEAST CARRY: Jesus (BLEEP)ing Christ, Tony! If you say one more (BLEEP)ing thing, I'm going to beat the living (BLEEP) out of you, you thick (BLEEP)!
STORM:[b/] Can't we just do the interveiw so I can leave you two lovebirds alone?
BEAST CARRY: We're ... not ...
CHAZZ CARSON: Right this way.
(The three walk away, leaving the PR lady standing there alone. Within a few moments, they are sitting behind the WPVN-REGINA desk on stage.)
WPVN CAMERAMAN: Three ... two ... one ... we're on.
(The WPVN fanfare plays, and the camera focuses on Sam, Tony and Fred.)
CHAZZ CARSON: Thank you for joining us, and as always I am Chazz Carson, this is Beast Carry here with our regular guest, Sam! Finn!
STORM:[b/] Hows it hanging, Canada?
BEAST CARRY: Actually, we're only on in the west.
CHAZZ CARSON: So! Sam! Another match against Dio Muerte, huh?
STORM: Yeah. You, know, I'm just glad I get a another shot against this guy. We've had a good match, then another not so good match, and this is going to be a good fight for both of us. Win or lose, I'm just glad I get to fight this guy. He's a hell of a competitor.
BEAST CARRY: So, you don't care if you win, and you think you're even against him? As the record stands, you've got one win and one loss against Dio.
STORM: Well, the second match was difficult for me, I guess you could say I was in the wrong place at the wrong time for that match. It's in the past, now, but the first match was my kind of match. It was bloody, had no rules, and lots of, ahem, 'victims' to try out my moves on.
BEAST CARRY: Well, good luck.
CHAZZ CARSON: That's it for our WPVN NAPW update, now you all enjoy the rest of Survivor! Nighty Night!
(Minutes later, Sam is cruising back to his hotel with some 'delicious' Taco Bell for dinner.)
(He enters his room and plops down to eat his food and turns on the TV. He catches his interview. Strange, because Carson told him it was live. He flips the channel and begins to watch the last half of Beverly Hills Cop II.)
STORM: Halo-Three this is Halo-One. Cover my six, over.
HALO-THREE: Wilco.
(Halo-Three falls to 4200 feet and in behind Halo-One. They both dive towards the group of insurgents on the ground.)
STORM: Fox two fox two!
(Two missles go streaking away from the wings of Sam's Hornet and away towards the terrorists. A moment later they explode, taking most of the group with them. The rest of the Afghanis tear away into the desert, dragging their wounded with them.)
STORM: Halo-One to Bravo-One. We've sanitized the area. Feel free to take the convoy through, over.
(Bravo-One's voice comes in over the radio over a blast of static.)
Bravo-One: Roger that, Lieutenant. Any sign of mines or IED's?
STORM: Negative, sir; we put a lot of heat down there, so they would've probably blew during the fighting, over.
Bravo-One: Affirmative. We'll send a de-mining crew over first. Thanks for the great air support, Bravo-One out.
HALO-TWO: Nice last shot, boss.
STORM: Thanks, Larry. All Halo units, come about to vector 180 south and RTB. Good work today, everyone.
HALO-FOUR: I got drinks tonight. Thanks for the save earlier, McMasters.
HALO-THREE: Anytime, Harrison.
(The four F/A-18's head back to Kandahar airfield, and after a few minutes land on runway. Finn and his four soldiers head back to a de-briefing.)
(A few months later, Second-Lieutenant Samuel Matthew Finn had been assigned a honorary discharge after being hit with shrapnel in his abdomen from an IED. He'd been sent home to Canada and a Military Hospital, but made a full recovery. He joined NAPW after only four months of therapy. Also, he showed almost no side-affects from his injuries.)
(Several months later, a few days before his match with Dio Muerte, Storm is sitting in his hotel room when his cell phone rings.)
STORM: Hello?
CHAZZ CARSON: Hey, Sam. How you been?
STORM: Pretty good.
CHAZZ CARSON: Great, just great. Listen, I need you to come down to the studio for a quick promo filming, OK?
STORM: Yeah, yeah. I'll be over on my bike. Ten minutes, okay?
(Isn't it convienient that WPVN has a studio in every NAPW-featuring city?)
(Sam gets up, and pulls on his torn leather jacket. He reaches into his pocket, and grabs a pack of gum. He pops a stick into his mouth, grabs his helmet and goes down to the elevators.)
(He presses the 'B1' button, where the parking structure is located, and the doors close. He's alone in the elevator. He reaches up, and scratches the stubble of a three-day beard. Memories of the sky scream through his head as he climbs on his bike and cruises towards the Regina WPVN studio.)
(Upon arrival, he parks, stows his helmet and starts on the way to the doors. On top of the doors, a large 'WPVN - Your Canadian Sports Network!' sign sits, covered in bird shit. He opens the door, and sees Tony "Chazz" Carson and Fred "Beast" Carry waiting for him, making small talk with a Public-Relations worker.)
STORM:[b/] Hey, fellas.
BEAST CARRY: Storm! My jackass coworker and I were just waiting for you! How the hell are you?
STORM: Dude, take a (BLEEP)ing valium.
CHAZZ CARSON: Don't mind him. If he keeps it up, he's going to get fired. So, don't say anything to him. Then we wouldn't have to deal with him.
BEAST CARRY: Jesus (BLEEP)ing Christ, Tony! If you say one more (BLEEP)ing thing, I'm going to beat the living (BLEEP) out of you, you thick (BLEEP)!
STORM:[b/] Can't we just do the interveiw so I can leave you two lovebirds alone?
BEAST CARRY: We're ... not ...
CHAZZ CARSON: Right this way.
(The three walk away, leaving the PR lady standing there alone. Within a few moments, they are sitting behind the WPVN-REGINA desk on stage.)
WPVN CAMERAMAN: Three ... two ... one ... we're on.
(The WPVN fanfare plays, and the camera focuses on Sam, Tony and Fred.)
CHAZZ CARSON: Thank you for joining us, and as always I am Chazz Carson, this is Beast Carry here with our regular guest, Sam! Finn!
STORM:[b/] Hows it hanging, Canada?
BEAST CARRY: Actually, we're only on in the west.
CHAZZ CARSON: So! Sam! Another match against Dio Muerte, huh?
STORM: Yeah. You, know, I'm just glad I get a another shot against this guy. We've had a good match, then another not so good match, and this is going to be a good fight for both of us. Win or lose, I'm just glad I get to fight this guy. He's a hell of a competitor.
BEAST CARRY: So, you don't care if you win, and you think you're even against him? As the record stands, you've got one win and one loss against Dio.
STORM: Well, the second match was difficult for me, I guess you could say I was in the wrong place at the wrong time for that match. It's in the past, now, but the first match was my kind of match. It was bloody, had no rules, and lots of, ahem, 'victims' to try out my moves on.
BEAST CARRY: Well, good luck.
CHAZZ CARSON: That's it for our WPVN NAPW update, now you all enjoy the rest of Survivor! Nighty Night!
(Minutes later, Sam is cruising back to his hotel with some 'delicious' Taco Bell for dinner.)
(He enters his room and plops down to eat his food and turns on the TV. He catches his interview. Strange, because Carson told him it was live. He flips the channel and begins to watch the last half of Beverly Hills Cop II.)