Post by billmcneil on Jan 15, 2006 1:25:20 GMT -5
{Late Night with Bill McNeil hit’s the air. A man in straight jacket is sitting on the couch, next to another man who's well dressed .}
Bill: Welcome Apocalypse and Blake Larkinson, is the straight jacket required?
{Apocalypse laughs}
Blake: Is it really not?
Bill: Ok.. How did you get into wrestling Mr. Apocalypse?
{Apocalypse laughs some more}
Blake: Mr. McNeil, perhaps you have better questions to ask my client. Perhaps ones that I haven't answered before Action! last week?
Bill: OK.. how did it feel to lose the TV title match?
{Apocalypse's laughter cuts out, and he stands angrily.}
Blake: Whoa! Sit. It's alright I got this.
{Apocalypse sits, growling and spitting.}
Blake: How does it feel? He was humiliated, and quite obviously wants an immediate title rematch!
Bill: I understand and I believe he should get that match...but rules state that only the former champs can get an instant rematch. So what's your plans until Joker's Wild is over?
{Apocalypse looks at Bill gritting his teeth.}
Blake: Plans? Those are obvious, too, my friend. He will continue to make sure Travelli knows that he will stop at nothing to take that belt from him. Even if it means helping Crusher win it back. Don't worry, he will always have a chance to become champ himself.
Bill: How often do they let him out of the crazy barn?
{Apocalypse looks at Bill in confusion.}
Blake: Beg pardon?
Bill: The asylum.. how often is he there?
Blake: He hasn't been there since we broke out before his debut against Big Mitch. He would be there now, but I took the liberty of removing him from the street and back into hiding.
Bill: So what stops them from say... showing up at the NAIT Athletic center and taking him back?
{Apocalypse laughs.}
Blake: Me.
Bill: So what kind of mind control do you have over him?
{Apocalypse bursts into an uncontrollable laughter. So uncontrollable, Blake has to wait for him to calm down.}
Blake: Mind control? I simply manage the man, not control him. Perhaps you wish to rephrase the question?
Bill: What stops him from tearing into you when he isn't in that jacket?
{Apocalypse looks at Blake curiously.}
Blake: If I had to guess, I'd say that it is because I am the only one who understood him as a child. Nothing you would understand. Although I think it is none of your business . . .
Bill: Well this is a talk show...people like to know things. How much money do you make off Apocalypse? Does he get to keep anything from the NAPW checks?
Blake: Any money he makes is directed to me. I keep telling the bastards to pay to the order of Blake Larkinson, because I can't cash them. Everything Apocalypse needs is purchased by me. I have had to disguise him and take him down to the bank to cash the damn checks. Kind of difficult to get home, if you get my drift.
Bill: So he beats up people, and you get the money... Ok.. Well how does he train, and what's his diet like?
{Apocalypse laughs. Blake joins him.}
Blake: He eats almost nothing. He eats when he's hungry, mind you. He doesn't really train much either. Mostly just throws various by-standers and cops around when he gets bored. But we got a few barbells at home, no worries. I'm just sayin' it's not like he gets absolutely no work-outs.
Bill: I was wondering because at 300lbs he needs to exercise some.. he's not immortal you know. So any final comments or anyone you'd like to face in the coming months, besides Travelli, Crusher or Casino?
{Apocalypse stands.}
Apocalypse: Blake, take this infernal thing off of me.
{Blake does as he is told. Apocalypse leans in very close to Bill's face.}
Apocalypse: Who said I am after Casino? Unlike others I focus on the task at hand. People keep criticizing my actions, and they fail to realize the true force and power of Judgment Day. It is unpredictable just as it is inevitable. Who's to say you are not next on my list, Bill? Who's to say I will not attack you when you least expect it? All it takes, Bill, is for you to have someone on your show that I REALLY don't like.
Bill: I get threatened a lot in my line of work... To answer your question, nothing...but seeing though your on live TV, who's to say there isn't 15 cops outside. I'd leave out the back door buddy.
{Bill’s guests storm off the set.}
Bill: That’s it for tonight. Look for my column on NAPW.ca. Goodnight Edmonton.
{co Written with Apocalypse}
Bill: Welcome Apocalypse and Blake Larkinson, is the straight jacket required?
{Apocalypse laughs}
Blake: Is it really not?
Bill: Ok.. How did you get into wrestling Mr. Apocalypse?
{Apocalypse laughs some more}
Blake: Mr. McNeil, perhaps you have better questions to ask my client. Perhaps ones that I haven't answered before Action! last week?
Bill: OK.. how did it feel to lose the TV title match?
{Apocalypse's laughter cuts out, and he stands angrily.}
Blake: Whoa! Sit. It's alright I got this.
{Apocalypse sits, growling and spitting.}
Blake: How does it feel? He was humiliated, and quite obviously wants an immediate title rematch!
Bill: I understand and I believe he should get that match...but rules state that only the former champs can get an instant rematch. So what's your plans until Joker's Wild is over?
{Apocalypse looks at Bill gritting his teeth.}
Blake: Plans? Those are obvious, too, my friend. He will continue to make sure Travelli knows that he will stop at nothing to take that belt from him. Even if it means helping Crusher win it back. Don't worry, he will always have a chance to become champ himself.
Bill: How often do they let him out of the crazy barn?
{Apocalypse looks at Bill in confusion.}
Blake: Beg pardon?
Bill: The asylum.. how often is he there?
Blake: He hasn't been there since we broke out before his debut against Big Mitch. He would be there now, but I took the liberty of removing him from the street and back into hiding.
Bill: So what stops them from say... showing up at the NAIT Athletic center and taking him back?
{Apocalypse laughs.}
Blake: Me.
Bill: So what kind of mind control do you have over him?
{Apocalypse bursts into an uncontrollable laughter. So uncontrollable, Blake has to wait for him to calm down.}
Blake: Mind control? I simply manage the man, not control him. Perhaps you wish to rephrase the question?
Bill: What stops him from tearing into you when he isn't in that jacket?
{Apocalypse looks at Blake curiously.}
Blake: If I had to guess, I'd say that it is because I am the only one who understood him as a child. Nothing you would understand. Although I think it is none of your business . . .
Bill: Well this is a talk show...people like to know things. How much money do you make off Apocalypse? Does he get to keep anything from the NAPW checks?
Blake: Any money he makes is directed to me. I keep telling the bastards to pay to the order of Blake Larkinson, because I can't cash them. Everything Apocalypse needs is purchased by me. I have had to disguise him and take him down to the bank to cash the damn checks. Kind of difficult to get home, if you get my drift.
Bill: So he beats up people, and you get the money... Ok.. Well how does he train, and what's his diet like?
{Apocalypse laughs. Blake joins him.}
Blake: He eats almost nothing. He eats when he's hungry, mind you. He doesn't really train much either. Mostly just throws various by-standers and cops around when he gets bored. But we got a few barbells at home, no worries. I'm just sayin' it's not like he gets absolutely no work-outs.
Bill: I was wondering because at 300lbs he needs to exercise some.. he's not immortal you know. So any final comments or anyone you'd like to face in the coming months, besides Travelli, Crusher or Casino?
{Apocalypse stands.}
Apocalypse: Blake, take this infernal thing off of me.
{Blake does as he is told. Apocalypse leans in very close to Bill's face.}
Apocalypse: Who said I am after Casino? Unlike others I focus on the task at hand. People keep criticizing my actions, and they fail to realize the true force and power of Judgment Day. It is unpredictable just as it is inevitable. Who's to say you are not next on my list, Bill? Who's to say I will not attack you when you least expect it? All it takes, Bill, is for you to have someone on your show that I REALLY don't like.
Bill: I get threatened a lot in my line of work... To answer your question, nothing...but seeing though your on live TV, who's to say there isn't 15 cops outside. I'd leave out the back door buddy.
{Bill’s guests storm off the set.}
Bill: That’s it for tonight. Look for my column on NAPW.ca. Goodnight Edmonton.
{co Written with Apocalypse}