Post by Chris Corstenoca on Mar 20, 2007 17:37:25 GMT -5
What makes a good wrestler? What makes a good athlete? Who is to say that an athlete can't be the guy in your flowerbed pulling out roots? In my view, a great athlete (wrestler in specific) is a person that is willing to go the extra mile. In order to succeed their expectations. And in turn, is willing to sacrifice all else to get what they want. But who's to say that a great wrestler has to have those qualities? Well... I know who! Me! The Sparx! CJ Sparx! Who is this, so you ask? Well, all you need to know is that I will make your worst nightmares come true. I will make you piss your pants like the little school girl you are! But, the thing is... I don't care enough about you to smack talk you. You, and by you I mean all of the roster members of REBEL Pro Wrestling! You all don't matter to me. You all aren't gonna help me win the REBEL Pro Wrestling Heavyweight Title! Who's gonna? Me, and myself only!
The scene opens up on a crowded backstage area. It must be room much seen by the camera, for props are set up behind the shallow man holding the microphone. The camera flickers on, then off and the small, yet athletic, man holds the microphone to his mouth as if to speak. His lips and mouth move as if words are flowing from them, but no sound? The man hollers to someone behind the camera and a light flashes red on the black microphone. Diligently, the man straightens his suit and tie, then proceeds to straighten his shining nametag. "Daniel Drewson is printed in small font on the silver nametag. But in a moment, the camera flickers on again.
Cameraman: On air in... five... four... three... two...
Daniel Drewson: Hello, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to the Pro Wrestling Indy Insider!
A fake crowd, controlled by another of a the camera crew, cheers in approval of the occasion. Daniel smiles at this, believing someone actually likes him.
Daniel Drewson: And tonight, do we have a story for you! New Indy fed! That's right! You heard me correct! We have scouted long and far in search for the newest, and greatest, Indy fed out there! And guess what... we've found it!
Again, the machine-made crowd applauses in joy as Daniel smirks and straightens his tie.
Daniel Drewson: What is it, you ask? Where is it? Who’s in it? Well, we’ll tell you all that, but first we have a special guest in PWII, he’s one of the newest signed wrestlers to their roster, Indy wrestler extraordinaire... CJ Sparx!
An average sized man enters the room, he wears scuffed-up jeans an d a plain white t-shirt. As well as K-Swiss and a white doo-rag atop his head. He struts, cocky and confident, onto the set and smirks at the camera. Motioning to the camera crew, they immediately hand him a microphone. He slowly puts it to his mouth, smirks, then takes it away again. This time the machine-controlled crowd boo’s at The Sparx’s actions. He raises it to his mouth again...
CJ Sparx: Wow... wow! I can’t believe it! I can’t believe it! It’s... it’s... CJ Sparx!
The fake crowd boos again, but this time the man behind the monster turns up the volume.
CJ Sparx: No, but really? Get on with your little show, Daniel...
Daniel Drewson: Wow, CJ Sparx. I’ve heard you were tall, but... wow!
CJ Sparx: Yes, I know. People have to stand on my dick just to skake my hand!
This time Drew coughs and CJ begins to pat him on the back. Daniel, now his tie covered in mucus, wipes his brow and continues...
Daniel Drewson: So, CJ, what is this new Indy fed everyone’s talking about... well, about?
CJ Sparx: Well, we are the premiere in Indy feds, located in b-e-a-utiful Raleigh, North Carolina! We cater to all violent people’s needs. Such as... tables, ladders, light bulbs, blood, chairs, beer bottles, and much, much, more!
Daniel Drewson: Well, that takes care of what you guys are all about. It seems violence is the name of the game there...
CJ Sparx: Absolutely.
Daniel Drewson: So what is this, “violent”, fed called?
CJ Sparx: What’s it called? What’s it called? What did you just ask?
Daniel Drewson: The name of the fed?
CJ Sparx: Oh, REBEL Pro Wrestling, of course!
Daniel Drewson: So when can we see this so called, “violent”, fed?
CJ Sparx: You’ll see it when me and my shizzles want you too. Aiiiggghhht?!
Daniel Drewson: Okay.. Well! That’s all the time we have for tonight! So, ladies and gentlemen, catch us next week when we interview Big Dick Johnson!
The camera flickers off slowly. But not before we see Big Dick Johnson run in the room, Speedos on, and beginning to rub on Daniel.
The scene opens up on a crowded backstage area. It must be room much seen by the camera, for props are set up behind the shallow man holding the microphone. The camera flickers on, then off and the small, yet athletic, man holds the microphone to his mouth as if to speak. His lips and mouth move as if words are flowing from them, but no sound? The man hollers to someone behind the camera and a light flashes red on the black microphone. Diligently, the man straightens his suit and tie, then proceeds to straighten his shining nametag. "Daniel Drewson is printed in small font on the silver nametag. But in a moment, the camera flickers on again.
Cameraman: On air in... five... four... three... two...
Daniel Drewson: Hello, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to the Pro Wrestling Indy Insider!
A fake crowd, controlled by another of a the camera crew, cheers in approval of the occasion. Daniel smiles at this, believing someone actually likes him.
Daniel Drewson: And tonight, do we have a story for you! New Indy fed! That's right! You heard me correct! We have scouted long and far in search for the newest, and greatest, Indy fed out there! And guess what... we've found it!
Again, the machine-made crowd applauses in joy as Daniel smirks and straightens his tie.
Daniel Drewson: What is it, you ask? Where is it? Who’s in it? Well, we’ll tell you all that, but first we have a special guest in PWII, he’s one of the newest signed wrestlers to their roster, Indy wrestler extraordinaire... CJ Sparx!
An average sized man enters the room, he wears scuffed-up jeans an d a plain white t-shirt. As well as K-Swiss and a white doo-rag atop his head. He struts, cocky and confident, onto the set and smirks at the camera. Motioning to the camera crew, they immediately hand him a microphone. He slowly puts it to his mouth, smirks, then takes it away again. This time the machine-controlled crowd boo’s at The Sparx’s actions. He raises it to his mouth again...
CJ Sparx: Wow... wow! I can’t believe it! I can’t believe it! It’s... it’s... CJ Sparx!
The fake crowd boos again, but this time the man behind the monster turns up the volume.
CJ Sparx: No, but really? Get on with your little show, Daniel...
Daniel Drewson: Wow, CJ Sparx. I’ve heard you were tall, but... wow!
CJ Sparx: Yes, I know. People have to stand on my dick just to skake my hand!
This time Drew coughs and CJ begins to pat him on the back. Daniel, now his tie covered in mucus, wipes his brow and continues...
Daniel Drewson: So, CJ, what is this new Indy fed everyone’s talking about... well, about?
CJ Sparx: Well, we are the premiere in Indy feds, located in b-e-a-utiful Raleigh, North Carolina! We cater to all violent people’s needs. Such as... tables, ladders, light bulbs, blood, chairs, beer bottles, and much, much, more!
Daniel Drewson: Well, that takes care of what you guys are all about. It seems violence is the name of the game there...
CJ Sparx: Absolutely.
Daniel Drewson: So what is this, “violent”, fed called?
CJ Sparx: What’s it called? What’s it called? What did you just ask?
Daniel Drewson: The name of the fed?
CJ Sparx: Oh, REBEL Pro Wrestling, of course!
Daniel Drewson: So when can we see this so called, “violent”, fed?
CJ Sparx: You’ll see it when me and my shizzles want you too. Aiiiggghhht?!
Daniel Drewson: Okay.. Well! That’s all the time we have for tonight! So, ladies and gentlemen, catch us next week when we interview Big Dick Johnson!
The camera flickers off slowly. But not before we see Big Dick Johnson run in the room, Speedos on, and beginning to rub on Daniel.