Post by Cryogenix on Jun 22, 2013 12:17:04 GMT -5
[First, we see a blank screen... and then we hear the voice of our narrator.]
Narrator: This season... on CRYOGENIX.
[We see the Polar Phantasm standing before a conference table- as he speaks, we see cuts of the rest of the team's faces as they absorb his words.]
Phantasm: We're not the Pantheon anymore... we're not Genesis anymore... we're something else. We're what WCF needs to liberate it from the clutches of the evil empire.
[Cut to a shot of Eric Price, smug look on his face... cut to a shot of Sarah Twilight, laughing- almost cackling- as she holds up the WCF World Championship Title. Back to the Phantasm, now...]
Phantasm: You five men... you are not here on accident. Life doesn't work that way- not for us. Each of you has a purpose... each of you is an integral part of this team.
[We cut to what appears to be a rooftop... before his 'troops', the Phantasm gives the unit a once over.]
Phantasm: Let me hear it, boys.
Narrator: Starring Jeff Purse...
Purse: C-Two, standing by.
[Focusing on a profile shot of the handsome young man, the camera freeze-frames... on-screen, the phrase Jeff Purse - Field Lieutenant appears. We cut to a shot of Purse leaping from a helicopter into a frog splash... we cut to a shot of Purse jumping over a speeding car on a motorcycle. We cut to a shot of Purse sitting in a lawn chair across from the Phantasm...]
Purse: I wonder sometimes, you know... if we're doing the right thing out here.
Phantasm: What, is it eatin' at you?
Purse: ...maybe not as much as it should be. Hell, I'm actually starting to like it.
[Cut to a shot of Purse and Orbit in flashy outfits; Orbit is wearing a bright orange three-piece suit complete with hat while Purse wears ridiculously dark sunglasses and no less than three gold chains]
Purse: Yo- you cats think you can beat us?
Orbit: I don't know if they've got the juice, Jeff.
Purse: Oh, I don't think they've even got the brains to know they don't have the juice, Steve...
Voice Off-Screen: You two look fuckin' ridiculous...!
[Orbit gives an insulted laugh... Jeff Purse just approaches the voice, getting mere inches from a very large man.]
Purse: Not as ridiculous as you're gonna look in my rear view mirror...
[Jeff lifts the sunglasses, showing the focus in his eyes.]
Purse: ...if I can still see you all the way back there, that is.
[As we hear Orbit shout 'OOOOOH' in the background, we see a cock-sure smile from Jeff Purse... and then we cut back to the assembled unit on the rooftop.]
Narrator: Corey Black...
Black: C-3. Let's do this shit.
[Focusing on the intense visage of Cryogenix's resident combat expert, the camera freeze-frames... the phrase Corey Black - Assassin appears. We cut to a shot of Corey Black holding his hands up, a gun aimed at his chest- in what we can assume is a blink of his assailant's eye, Corey grabs the man's arm and snaps it with a disgusting jerk. He breaks two of the man's fingers as he removes the gun from his hand, then headbutts the man and releases him unceremoniously. With a look of disgust, he sizes up the gun in his hand; a quick motion later and Corey is holding two pieces of a pistol. He chucks them onto the man... then he turns to see Jay Price staring at him in a brief moment of awe.]
Price: You're scary when you're angry, dude.
Black: Oh, I was fine... until this douchebag pointed a gun at me. He got what he had comin'.
[As we hear Corey Black's voice say those words, we see a brief clip of him emerging from what appears to be a lake wearing a head-to-toe ninja costume. He pulls a knife from a holster at his side and quickly subdues a pair of armed guards with a well-aimed pair of overhand slashes. We cut to a clip of a thoroughly-packed arena crowd... an excited voice in Japanese announces a number of unrecognizable things in a flurry, ending the statement with two familiar words.]
Announcer: CREEPING DEATH!
[Quickly, we see a shot of Corey Black wearing his old Creeping Death face makeup- across the ring from him, we see a large tattooed Japanese man poised to strike.]
Black: Bring it, bitch... better men than you have tried to take me out, and most of them came armed!
[His opponent seems nonplussed by this statement.]
Black: Maybe I'll speak a language you do understand.
[Cut to a shot of Corey Black giving a massive overhand punch... cut to Corey Black delivering a massive brainbuster. Cut to Corey lifting his opponent into an Argentine backbreaker as thousands of flashbulbs pop... and we cut back to the rooftop, suddenly.]
Narrator: Frank Venable...
FPV: C-4, ready to explode.
[Framing up on the wild-eyed young man's face, the camera freezes once more as Frank Patrick Venable - Demolition Expert appears beneath the US Champion's chin. We cut to a laboratory- in the background, we hear the tones of an electronic rhythm. As the camera pans right and focuses on FPV, we hear a voiceover conversation...]
Phantasm: Are you trying to say I shouldn't trust Frank? He's... he's like my brother, man.
Purse: All I'm saying is... maybe he likes blowing stuff up too much.
[...during this brief exchange, we see what FPV is toiling at in his laboratory; it's a basketball-sized bomb that he's mummifying in double-stick tape. Camera cuts to Purse and Phantasm standing in a hallway, watching Frank from afar. Polar turns to Jeff with a laugh...]
Phantasm: Wait, you think he likes blowing stuff up too much? I mean...is that even possible?
[Cut to a shot of Frank and Jeff throwing what appear to be improvised grenades... cut to a shot of four guys flying off of a hillside, demonstrating a real-life equivalent to 'ragdoll physics'. Cut to a shot of FPV giving a grenade a brief kiss...]
FPV: It's on you now, little buddy...
[Cut to a bunker... a small wrapped device falls into the center of the improvised shelter. Cut back to FPV, fingers in his ears comedically... after a second, he takes his fingers out and reacts with disgust.]
FPV: Aww, man- I thought that one for sure-
[Frank is interrupted by a massive explosion- a bayonet lands on the ground next to him. Frank grabs the short blade, giving it a quick once-over.]
FPV: Dude... free souvenir!
[Cut to a train car- it explodes massively. A moment later, we hear a massive crash...and then an angry shout.]
Black: Damnit, Frank!
[We see FPV turn to look over at his teammate; he can't help but laugh at the bicycle-sized piece of boxcar shrapnel that managed to land not four feet from where Corey is standing.]
FPV: Shit, Creeps...my bad!
[Corey Black seems unamused... at least, until another smaller shower of train pieces pelts them.]
All: Ah- shit! Damnit, Frank!
FPV: I get it, I get it- too much gun, right?
Black: This is why we won't get you a bazooka, dude.
[Cut back to the rooftop again... this time, we focus on the glowing smile of the group's darkest-complected member.]
Narrator: Steve Orbit...
Orbit: C-5, reporting for action.
[Camera freezes on Orbit's sly grin... the phrase Steve Orbit - Confidence Specialist appears beneath the Mack's enchanting smile. A moment later, we cut to a shot of a woman removing an elegant ball gown... we cut to see Steve Orbit untying an alligator loafer, carefully planting a listening device behind a nightstand. We see Orbit approach the woman- now nude- and she pushes him playfully to the bed.]
Woman: You ready for me, daddy?
Orbit: I don't know if anybody's ready for you, girl.
[Jumpcut to a shot of the Mack in the bright orange suit once more; this time, he is flying down the freeway in a matching late-70's Pontiac GTO beside a souped-up Mitsubishi. Though obviously involved in a drag race, the Mack does not seem to have a care in the world. In the background, we hear the voice of the Phantasm...]
Phantasm: If you'd asked me last year which of the five of you I'd end up respecting the most for how clever and resourceful they are... brother, I wouldn't have even known where to put you on the list. But now... now I know. You might even be smarter than me, Steve. You're quicker, at least.
[Camera cuts to a shot of Steve Orbit and the Polar Phantasm looking over a small bridge at dawn.]
Orbit: I thought you knew, P. Don't mind me askin'... what was it that changed?
[Phantasm returns Orbit's easy smile with one of his own.]
Phantasm: Oh, that's easy. Now I've seen you work.
[Camera cuts to Orbit and Jay Price dressed as businessmen, attache cases clutched in their hands as they stroll down the street with an impossible amount of swagger. Jump cut to the pair at a reception counter]
Orbit: Uh, yeah... we're here to see the man in charge.
Receptionist: Alright- do you have an appointment?
[Jay Price pulls down his sunglasses, giving the receptionist a wary glare... the Mack doesn't skip a beat.]
Orbit: Ma'am, what we've got for your boss is a once in a lifetime opportunity. Now, me, I've just got the one lifetime-
Price: You only live once.
Orbit: -just what I'm getting at. Thank you, my man. Now take a look at the two men before you- and ask yourself... do these two look like the kind of men who would come into a busy office in the middle of the day to waste my time? I ask you-
[Orbit leans in dramatically, whispering to the receptionist- she wilts slightly, lost in the Mack's eyes.]
Orbit: -do we look like the kind of motherfuckers who are just playin'?
[We cut back to the rooftop once more... this time, the camera focuses on a dashing and deboinnaire rendition of WCF's favorite prodigal son.]
Narrator: ...with Jay Price as 'Agent Six'...
[Freeze-frame of a downright Double-Oh-handsome Jay Price- the phrase Jay Price - Infiltration Specialist appears beneath the everything-at-some-point champion's slick grin. We cut to a shot of Price chasing a man down a crowded street... with a flash, Jay whips a knitting needle out of a woman's hair arrangement and spins in an almost discus-like motion. We see Jay Price shake himself out of a minor dizzy spell. A few feet down the street, we see the crowd part... and we see the object of Jay's pursuit lying on the pavement clutching where the back of his knee would've been. Camera focuses back in on Price... he gives a little wink at an amazed woman in the crowd.]
Price: Guess he should've stuck around, huh?
[Cut to Price running atop a speeding frieght train... cue voiceover.]
Black: Honestly, though... I'm just not sure he's cut out for this.
Phantasm: What, like you're somehow sure that the rest of us are?
Black: ...he's just got too much play in him... too much baggage, maybe. I don't know. I don't know that we can trust him. What d'you think?
[We see the Phantasm hanging precariously from the back of the speeding train, dangling from the caboose dangerously... he thrusts a hand up as we see Jay Price dash into frame...and then stop, suddenly, looking down.]
Phantasm: I think it's too late for us to be asking that question, dude.
[And back to the rooftop, one more time... this time, focusing on the man standing before this 'unit'.]
Narrator: ...and the Polar Phantasm as "Cryogenix Prime"!
Phantasm: Alright then, Cryogenix- time to clock in and get to work.
[Camera focuses on the team's mastermind and 'captain'... when the screen freeze-frames, we see the curious but overjoyed smile of a 'Kid' on the same head as the hardened glare and whitened hair of a full-grown man. Beneath this facial dichotomy appears one more phrase - Polar Phantasm - Strategic Mastermind. Camera cuts to a shot of the Phantasm standing before a bank of computers... we see him press a few keys and suddenly windows pop up in tiled format, spanning three massive screens with ease. We hear another voiceover...]
FPV: Nobody's got a head for shit like this like Polar does- he'll come up with something.
Purse: What if he doesn't, though? What if today's that one day that Polar's got jack shit?
[Cut to the group sitting in a dark room, likely hiding... we hear Purse continue speaking.]
Purse: I mean- you gotta figure it's probability, right? Everybody has an off day.
[...a small explosion takes a chunk of the ceiling off, letting in blinding rays of daylight. The Phantasm sticks his head in, almost as if the world was upside-down.]
Phantasm: We'll all get a day off soon enough, Jeff- but it ain't gonna be today.
[Camera jumpcuts to a shot of Eric Price sitting across a small table from the Polar Phantasm- we quickly see that they are both concentrating on a chessboard. We also notice that neither man has moved yet.]
Phantasm: Your move, creep.
[We hear the cock of a shotgun- cut to a rather pregnant Nightmare as she aims a vicious-looking shotgun at Eric Price. Price raises his hands in surrender.]
Nightmare: Just give me a reason...
Price: I'll give you two reasons otherwise, actually. I'm unarmed and I came alone. In... civilization, we call that a 'parlay'.
[We cut to a shot of Eric Price, Sarah Twilight and Bobby Cairo flying down the road in a convertible, laughing maniacally. Via voiceover, we hear Phantasm continue...]
Phantasm: Just what IS your game, Eric Price?
[Cut back to a shot of the devious young owner of 'Eric Price Pro Wrestling'...]
Price: You'll be guessing at an answer for quite a while, I'm afraid...
Phantasm: ...maybe. But then again...
[Cut to a shot of the six-man unit busting into a warehouse, guns drawn and ready for mayhem.]
Phantasm: ...then again, maybe not.
[We cut back to the Phantasm, smiling knowingly. Camera jumps to Eric Price's reaction shot- he is far from amused.]
Price: I hate it when you do that.
Phantasm: Do what?
Price: ...enjoy yourself. Nobody likes a smug bastard, Phantasm.
[Cut to a shot of the six-man team moving two-by-two down a corridor, in classic support fire positions... two men with AK-47's rush around a corner, and Polar has just enough time to duck and aim his weapon before FPV tears one to shreds with a volley of 9mm fire. The Phantasm turns to aim at the second target- he sees four inches of combat knife imbedded in the man's chest. To his rear, the Phantasm hears a chuckle from Corey Black.]
Black: I guess he got the point.
[Back to Eric Price and the Phantasm...]
Phantasm: Actually, Eric... you'd be surprised. It turns out I've got some of the best damn friends on planet Earth.
[We cut back to the Cryogenix HQ 'War Room'...around the holographic conference table, we take one last look at the team's faces. The montage finds its ending on the solemn but hopeful gaze of the Phantasm.]
Phantasm: The future is coming... and we will be its heroes.
Narrator: CRYOGENIX. Season One debuts this summer... and it's only available on WCF TV! Call your cable or satellite providers today, and tell them you want the revolution to be televised!
[(c) Wrestling Championship Federation Pictures / Project: Antarctica Productions 2013]
Narrator: This season... on CRYOGENIX.
[We see the Polar Phantasm standing before a conference table- as he speaks, we see cuts of the rest of the team's faces as they absorb his words.]
Phantasm: We're not the Pantheon anymore... we're not Genesis anymore... we're something else. We're what WCF needs to liberate it from the clutches of the evil empire.
[Cut to a shot of Eric Price, smug look on his face... cut to a shot of Sarah Twilight, laughing- almost cackling- as she holds up the WCF World Championship Title. Back to the Phantasm, now...]
Phantasm: You five men... you are not here on accident. Life doesn't work that way- not for us. Each of you has a purpose... each of you is an integral part of this team.
[We cut to what appears to be a rooftop... before his 'troops', the Phantasm gives the unit a once over.]
Phantasm: Let me hear it, boys.
Narrator: Starring Jeff Purse...
Purse: C-Two, standing by.
[Focusing on a profile shot of the handsome young man, the camera freeze-frames... on-screen, the phrase Jeff Purse - Field Lieutenant appears. We cut to a shot of Purse leaping from a helicopter into a frog splash... we cut to a shot of Purse jumping over a speeding car on a motorcycle. We cut to a shot of Purse sitting in a lawn chair across from the Phantasm...]
Purse: I wonder sometimes, you know... if we're doing the right thing out here.
Phantasm: What, is it eatin' at you?
Purse: ...maybe not as much as it should be. Hell, I'm actually starting to like it.
[Cut to a shot of Purse and Orbit in flashy outfits; Orbit is wearing a bright orange three-piece suit complete with hat while Purse wears ridiculously dark sunglasses and no less than three gold chains]
Purse: Yo- you cats think you can beat us?
Orbit: I don't know if they've got the juice, Jeff.
Purse: Oh, I don't think they've even got the brains to know they don't have the juice, Steve...
Voice Off-Screen: You two look fuckin' ridiculous...!
[Orbit gives an insulted laugh... Jeff Purse just approaches the voice, getting mere inches from a very large man.]
Purse: Not as ridiculous as you're gonna look in my rear view mirror...
[Jeff lifts the sunglasses, showing the focus in his eyes.]
Purse: ...if I can still see you all the way back there, that is.
[As we hear Orbit shout 'OOOOOH' in the background, we see a cock-sure smile from Jeff Purse... and then we cut back to the assembled unit on the rooftop.]
Narrator: Corey Black...
Black: C-3. Let's do this shit.
[Focusing on the intense visage of Cryogenix's resident combat expert, the camera freeze-frames... the phrase Corey Black - Assassin appears. We cut to a shot of Corey Black holding his hands up, a gun aimed at his chest- in what we can assume is a blink of his assailant's eye, Corey grabs the man's arm and snaps it with a disgusting jerk. He breaks two of the man's fingers as he removes the gun from his hand, then headbutts the man and releases him unceremoniously. With a look of disgust, he sizes up the gun in his hand; a quick motion later and Corey is holding two pieces of a pistol. He chucks them onto the man... then he turns to see Jay Price staring at him in a brief moment of awe.]
Price: You're scary when you're angry, dude.
Black: Oh, I was fine... until this douchebag pointed a gun at me. He got what he had comin'.
[As we hear Corey Black's voice say those words, we see a brief clip of him emerging from what appears to be a lake wearing a head-to-toe ninja costume. He pulls a knife from a holster at his side and quickly subdues a pair of armed guards with a well-aimed pair of overhand slashes. We cut to a clip of a thoroughly-packed arena crowd... an excited voice in Japanese announces a number of unrecognizable things in a flurry, ending the statement with two familiar words.]
Announcer: CREEPING DEATH!
[Quickly, we see a shot of Corey Black wearing his old Creeping Death face makeup- across the ring from him, we see a large tattooed Japanese man poised to strike.]
Black: Bring it, bitch... better men than you have tried to take me out, and most of them came armed!
[His opponent seems nonplussed by this statement.]
Black: Maybe I'll speak a language you do understand.
[Cut to a shot of Corey Black giving a massive overhand punch... cut to Corey Black delivering a massive brainbuster. Cut to Corey lifting his opponent into an Argentine backbreaker as thousands of flashbulbs pop... and we cut back to the rooftop, suddenly.]
Narrator: Frank Venable...
FPV: C-4, ready to explode.
[Framing up on the wild-eyed young man's face, the camera freezes once more as Frank Patrick Venable - Demolition Expert appears beneath the US Champion's chin. We cut to a laboratory- in the background, we hear the tones of an electronic rhythm. As the camera pans right and focuses on FPV, we hear a voiceover conversation...]
Phantasm: Are you trying to say I shouldn't trust Frank? He's... he's like my brother, man.
Purse: All I'm saying is... maybe he likes blowing stuff up too much.
[...during this brief exchange, we see what FPV is toiling at in his laboratory; it's a basketball-sized bomb that he's mummifying in double-stick tape. Camera cuts to Purse and Phantasm standing in a hallway, watching Frank from afar. Polar turns to Jeff with a laugh...]
Phantasm: Wait, you think he likes blowing stuff up too much? I mean...is that even possible?
[Cut to a shot of Frank and Jeff throwing what appear to be improvised grenades... cut to a shot of four guys flying off of a hillside, demonstrating a real-life equivalent to 'ragdoll physics'. Cut to a shot of FPV giving a grenade a brief kiss...]
FPV: It's on you now, little buddy...
[Cut to a bunker... a small wrapped device falls into the center of the improvised shelter. Cut back to FPV, fingers in his ears comedically... after a second, he takes his fingers out and reacts with disgust.]
FPV: Aww, man- I thought that one for sure-
[Frank is interrupted by a massive explosion- a bayonet lands on the ground next to him. Frank grabs the short blade, giving it a quick once-over.]
FPV: Dude... free souvenir!
[Cut to a train car- it explodes massively. A moment later, we hear a massive crash...and then an angry shout.]
Black: Damnit, Frank!
[We see FPV turn to look over at his teammate; he can't help but laugh at the bicycle-sized piece of boxcar shrapnel that managed to land not four feet from where Corey is standing.]
FPV: Shit, Creeps...my bad!
[Corey Black seems unamused... at least, until another smaller shower of train pieces pelts them.]
All: Ah- shit! Damnit, Frank!
FPV: I get it, I get it- too much gun, right?
Black: This is why we won't get you a bazooka, dude.
[Cut back to the rooftop again... this time, we focus on the glowing smile of the group's darkest-complected member.]
Narrator: Steve Orbit...
Orbit: C-5, reporting for action.
[Camera freezes on Orbit's sly grin... the phrase Steve Orbit - Confidence Specialist appears beneath the Mack's enchanting smile. A moment later, we cut to a shot of a woman removing an elegant ball gown... we cut to see Steve Orbit untying an alligator loafer, carefully planting a listening device behind a nightstand. We see Orbit approach the woman- now nude- and she pushes him playfully to the bed.]
Woman: You ready for me, daddy?
Orbit: I don't know if anybody's ready for you, girl.
[Jumpcut to a shot of the Mack in the bright orange suit once more; this time, he is flying down the freeway in a matching late-70's Pontiac GTO beside a souped-up Mitsubishi. Though obviously involved in a drag race, the Mack does not seem to have a care in the world. In the background, we hear the voice of the Phantasm...]
Phantasm: If you'd asked me last year which of the five of you I'd end up respecting the most for how clever and resourceful they are... brother, I wouldn't have even known where to put you on the list. But now... now I know. You might even be smarter than me, Steve. You're quicker, at least.
[Camera cuts to a shot of Steve Orbit and the Polar Phantasm looking over a small bridge at dawn.]
Orbit: I thought you knew, P. Don't mind me askin'... what was it that changed?
[Phantasm returns Orbit's easy smile with one of his own.]
Phantasm: Oh, that's easy. Now I've seen you work.
[Camera cuts to Orbit and Jay Price dressed as businessmen, attache cases clutched in their hands as they stroll down the street with an impossible amount of swagger. Jump cut to the pair at a reception counter]
Orbit: Uh, yeah... we're here to see the man in charge.
Receptionist: Alright- do you have an appointment?
[Jay Price pulls down his sunglasses, giving the receptionist a wary glare... the Mack doesn't skip a beat.]
Orbit: Ma'am, what we've got for your boss is a once in a lifetime opportunity. Now, me, I've just got the one lifetime-
Price: You only live once.
Orbit: -just what I'm getting at. Thank you, my man. Now take a look at the two men before you- and ask yourself... do these two look like the kind of men who would come into a busy office in the middle of the day to waste my time? I ask you-
[Orbit leans in dramatically, whispering to the receptionist- she wilts slightly, lost in the Mack's eyes.]
Orbit: -do we look like the kind of motherfuckers who are just playin'?
[We cut back to the rooftop once more... this time, the camera focuses on a dashing and deboinnaire rendition of WCF's favorite prodigal son.]
Narrator: ...with Jay Price as 'Agent Six'...
[Freeze-frame of a downright Double-Oh-handsome Jay Price- the phrase Jay Price - Infiltration Specialist appears beneath the everything-at-some-point champion's slick grin. We cut to a shot of Price chasing a man down a crowded street... with a flash, Jay whips a knitting needle out of a woman's hair arrangement and spins in an almost discus-like motion. We see Jay Price shake himself out of a minor dizzy spell. A few feet down the street, we see the crowd part... and we see the object of Jay's pursuit lying on the pavement clutching where the back of his knee would've been. Camera focuses back in on Price... he gives a little wink at an amazed woman in the crowd.]
Price: Guess he should've stuck around, huh?
[Cut to Price running atop a speeding frieght train... cue voiceover.]
Black: Honestly, though... I'm just not sure he's cut out for this.
Phantasm: What, like you're somehow sure that the rest of us are?
Black: ...he's just got too much play in him... too much baggage, maybe. I don't know. I don't know that we can trust him. What d'you think?
[We see the Phantasm hanging precariously from the back of the speeding train, dangling from the caboose dangerously... he thrusts a hand up as we see Jay Price dash into frame...and then stop, suddenly, looking down.]
Phantasm: I think it's too late for us to be asking that question, dude.
[And back to the rooftop, one more time... this time, focusing on the man standing before this 'unit'.]
Narrator: ...and the Polar Phantasm as "Cryogenix Prime"!
Phantasm: Alright then, Cryogenix- time to clock in and get to work.
[Camera focuses on the team's mastermind and 'captain'... when the screen freeze-frames, we see the curious but overjoyed smile of a 'Kid' on the same head as the hardened glare and whitened hair of a full-grown man. Beneath this facial dichotomy appears one more phrase - Polar Phantasm - Strategic Mastermind. Camera cuts to a shot of the Phantasm standing before a bank of computers... we see him press a few keys and suddenly windows pop up in tiled format, spanning three massive screens with ease. We hear another voiceover...]
FPV: Nobody's got a head for shit like this like Polar does- he'll come up with something.
Purse: What if he doesn't, though? What if today's that one day that Polar's got jack shit?
[Cut to the group sitting in a dark room, likely hiding... we hear Purse continue speaking.]
Purse: I mean- you gotta figure it's probability, right? Everybody has an off day.
[...a small explosion takes a chunk of the ceiling off, letting in blinding rays of daylight. The Phantasm sticks his head in, almost as if the world was upside-down.]
Phantasm: We'll all get a day off soon enough, Jeff- but it ain't gonna be today.
[Camera jumpcuts to a shot of Eric Price sitting across a small table from the Polar Phantasm- we quickly see that they are both concentrating on a chessboard. We also notice that neither man has moved yet.]
Phantasm: Your move, creep.
[We hear the cock of a shotgun- cut to a rather pregnant Nightmare as she aims a vicious-looking shotgun at Eric Price. Price raises his hands in surrender.]
Nightmare: Just give me a reason...
Price: I'll give you two reasons otherwise, actually. I'm unarmed and I came alone. In... civilization, we call that a 'parlay'.
[We cut to a shot of Eric Price, Sarah Twilight and Bobby Cairo flying down the road in a convertible, laughing maniacally. Via voiceover, we hear Phantasm continue...]
Phantasm: Just what IS your game, Eric Price?
[Cut back to a shot of the devious young owner of 'Eric Price Pro Wrestling'...]
Price: You'll be guessing at an answer for quite a while, I'm afraid...
Phantasm: ...maybe. But then again...
[Cut to a shot of the six-man unit busting into a warehouse, guns drawn and ready for mayhem.]
Phantasm: ...then again, maybe not.
[We cut back to the Phantasm, smiling knowingly. Camera jumps to Eric Price's reaction shot- he is far from amused.]
Price: I hate it when you do that.
Phantasm: Do what?
Price: ...enjoy yourself. Nobody likes a smug bastard, Phantasm.
[Cut to a shot of the six-man team moving two-by-two down a corridor, in classic support fire positions... two men with AK-47's rush around a corner, and Polar has just enough time to duck and aim his weapon before FPV tears one to shreds with a volley of 9mm fire. The Phantasm turns to aim at the second target- he sees four inches of combat knife imbedded in the man's chest. To his rear, the Phantasm hears a chuckle from Corey Black.]
Black: I guess he got the point.
[Back to Eric Price and the Phantasm...]
Phantasm: Actually, Eric... you'd be surprised. It turns out I've got some of the best damn friends on planet Earth.
[We cut back to the Cryogenix HQ 'War Room'...around the holographic conference table, we take one last look at the team's faces. The montage finds its ending on the solemn but hopeful gaze of the Phantasm.]
Phantasm: The future is coming... and we will be its heroes.
Narrator: CRYOGENIX. Season One debuts this summer... and it's only available on WCF TV! Call your cable or satellite providers today, and tell them you want the revolution to be televised!
[(c) Wrestling Championship Federation Pictures / Project: Antarctica Productions 2013]
