Post by Deleted on Feb 3, 2014 19:02:43 GMT -5
Exclusive Footage from Slam
(It's the aftermath of 'The Shine' Brent Alpine's Television Title win against Serbia. The new champion walks gallantly up the ramp with tears of joy glistening from his bright blue eyes. He pulls his belt into an intimate embrace. His proud moment is blemished somewhat as he steps in a trail of the pig urine that arguably spurred his victory. As he gets to the top of the entrance way, he turns back to the fans and hoists his gold in triumph. They react largely negatively.)
(Immediately as he steps through the curtain, he is met by an eager Hank Brown.)
Hank Brown: Brent, can I get a quick word?
Brent Alpine: I'll give you five quick words. Cheetah. Turbo. You making love.
Hank Brown (unamused): Congratulations on winning the TV Title. How hard was it tonight?
Brent Alpine: Well drongo, your wife wasn't exactly beaming. I can hook ya up with some viagra for a good price.
Hank Brown: Enough about my sex life. I'm referring to Serbia. You two had a brutal match out there.
Brent Alpine: It was fun. She kept me entertained. It wasn't too challenging but she's definitely cute when she's angry.
Hank Brown: Then why do you look battered and bruised? Look at the wound on your hand too. You'll probably need to get that checked out.
Brent Alpine: No, no, The Shine always regenerates. No treatment needed. The truth is that I let Serbia think she caused a bit of damage. I have grown fond of her in a short space of time and I wanted to give her a confidence boost. Take one for the team, and all that, mate.
Hank Brown: What does this TV Title mean to you? I guess your tears say it all.
Brent Alpine: What tears? It was just... err, the wind. This is just a routine win and this belt means nothing more to me than a new pair of cuff links. It is The Shine that brings significance to the TV Title, not the other way round. In fact, I'd say that I have raised this belt's importance above even that of the World Title; merely for the fact it's mine!
Hank Brown: Do you fear backlash from Serbia?
Brent Alpine: What's this thing you call 'fear'? I welcome all challengers.
Hank Brown: Some would say that you wouldn't have won without Percy Micro distracting Serbia. How would you reply to this?
Brent Alpine: Hanky, it seems that the 'some' you refer to is actually you. I think you'll find that no one agrees with you, dingo. Percy Micro's intervention and my victory are coincidental. Hang on... where is Percy?
Hank Brown: Serbia chased him up that way. (points behind them - deeper towards the backstage area)
Brent Alpine: Strewth mate!!! I gotta dash!
(Alpine looks troubled and rushes off to find his manager/pet.)
Later That Night
(Alpine sits on the curb outside the arena. He has his head in his hands and sighs dejectedly.)
Brent Alpine: Aww Percy. Gonna miss you.
('You Belong To Me' by Jason Wade plays as the scene fades.)
Wednesday 29th January - 09.37AM
(In darkness, we hear a knock. Seconds later, we fade in to a view of a front door of an elegant thatched cottage in what seems an affluent and scenic area. There is a basket at the doorstep that is covered by a white blanket. The door opens and Brent Alpine peers out. He looks at the basket and then scans up and down the street to see who left it. No one is present.)
Brent Alpine: What's this?
(He crouches down and removes the blanket from the basket. Percy Micro is inside.)
Brent Alpine: G'day little fella. Who are you?
(There is a letter inside the basket addressed to Mr. Alpine. He opens it.)
Dear Mr. Alpine,
It has come to my attention that you are a man of considerable talent. While the rest of the WCF hasn't spotted it yet, I have a finely tuned eye and you have not slipped past my radar.
You could easily consider me a concerned colleague who wishes to observe you from afar. Not that you would be a threat but one has to cover one's bases. Don't you agree?
However, I would prefer you consider me a... what's the word you like so much?... mate. Maybe I haven't decided what you are to me yet but you have at least earned my attention. Bravo!
I present to you a gift. He may seem a joke. Maybe even an annoyance at times (he can be quite stinky to say the least!). However, I promise that he will prove crucial to your progress.
There's only so much you can do with a micro pig as your manager. He cannot fight anyone and he faces the limitations of nature.
Despite this, I have deemed him my best medium of proxy. Any proxy I use will be an extremely dangerous tool at your disposal.
Yours sincerely,
'Words'
P.S. Ask him his name.
(Brent places the letter down, twitches his eyebrows and stares at the new arrival.)
Brent Alpine (hesitatant): You surely can't speak. What's your name?
(Silence.)
Brent Alpine: Haha, a talking micro pig? What was I thinking?!
Percy Micro: My name is Percy Micro. At your service.
Brent Alpine: Whoa!
(As the last chorus kicks in, we see a brief Brent/Percy montage. Firstly, they strut together like kids on the beach.)
'I'll be so alone without you'
(Alpine clears Percy's poo from a hotel room chair. The next shot is of them swimming together from the Micro Therapy promo.)
'Maybe you'll be lonesome too'
(Alpine sleeps on a recliner by a wood burning fire. Percy sleeps on his chest. Next, Alpine is dancing abrasively on a dance floor. A group of beautiful women are cooing in adoration at Percy who is sat by his feet. Brent gives them a wink.)
'Fly the ocean in a silver plane'
(We see a shot of them flying in a plane together with Percy on a lead. This is followed by a small segment of Percy leading Alpine to the ring at Slam.)
'See the jungle when it's wet with rain'
(Alpine nurses Percy with a cloth over his forehead and a thermometer in his snout. Next, Percy nurses a sick Alpine by pawing his face affectionately.)
'Just remember til you're home again'
(The montage ends with brief footage of Percy distracting Serbia to help Alpine win the TV Title.)
'You belong to me'
Even Later After Slam
(We are back with a distraught Brent Alpine, still mourning his missing manager. He is resigned to the likelihood that Serbia has caught and done who knows what with Percy.)
Voice: Why so disconcerted?
(It is Percy Micro! He crawls towards Alpine. Brent beams joyfully and hugs him. As he does so, he notices a letter taped to Percy's back.)
Brent Alpine: Thought I'd lost ya mate! What's this?
(Alpine grabs the letter. Like last week when Percy was first delivered to him, the accompanying letter is addressed to 'Mr. Alpine'. He begins to read.)
Dear Mr. Alpine,
I am not convinced you realise what it really is you steward. For if you did, you would take much better care of it.
Percy Micro is my proxy and, as long as you have him, you have me with you. Let me assure you that I am the most powerful ally that you could have in the WCF. Do not abuse or neglect my kindness.
Although Serbia was ready to make him into sausages, Percy remains safe and I had to intervene. This came at considerable risk to me. Don't let it happen again.
Congratulations on the TV Title win. You have just earned yourself a lot more enemies. Your talent alone won't keep you - you need as many mates as you can get now.
By the way, don't even THINK of investigating my identity. Remember what happened to the cat who got curious.
Yours sincerely,
'Words'
(Alpine stares into the road with a haunted countenance. Fade out.)
(It's the aftermath of 'The Shine' Brent Alpine's Television Title win against Serbia. The new champion walks gallantly up the ramp with tears of joy glistening from his bright blue eyes. He pulls his belt into an intimate embrace. His proud moment is blemished somewhat as he steps in a trail of the pig urine that arguably spurred his victory. As he gets to the top of the entrance way, he turns back to the fans and hoists his gold in triumph. They react largely negatively.)
(Immediately as he steps through the curtain, he is met by an eager Hank Brown.)
Hank Brown: Brent, can I get a quick word?
Brent Alpine: I'll give you five quick words. Cheetah. Turbo. You making love.
Hank Brown (unamused): Congratulations on winning the TV Title. How hard was it tonight?
Brent Alpine: Well drongo, your wife wasn't exactly beaming. I can hook ya up with some viagra for a good price.
Hank Brown: Enough about my sex life. I'm referring to Serbia. You two had a brutal match out there.
Brent Alpine: It was fun. She kept me entertained. It wasn't too challenging but she's definitely cute when she's angry.
Hank Brown: Then why do you look battered and bruised? Look at the wound on your hand too. You'll probably need to get that checked out.
Brent Alpine: No, no, The Shine always regenerates. No treatment needed. The truth is that I let Serbia think she caused a bit of damage. I have grown fond of her in a short space of time and I wanted to give her a confidence boost. Take one for the team, and all that, mate.
Hank Brown: What does this TV Title mean to you? I guess your tears say it all.
Brent Alpine: What tears? It was just... err, the wind. This is just a routine win and this belt means nothing more to me than a new pair of cuff links. It is The Shine that brings significance to the TV Title, not the other way round. In fact, I'd say that I have raised this belt's importance above even that of the World Title; merely for the fact it's mine!
Hank Brown: Do you fear backlash from Serbia?
Brent Alpine: What's this thing you call 'fear'? I welcome all challengers.
Hank Brown: Some would say that you wouldn't have won without Percy Micro distracting Serbia. How would you reply to this?
Brent Alpine: Hanky, it seems that the 'some' you refer to is actually you. I think you'll find that no one agrees with you, dingo. Percy Micro's intervention and my victory are coincidental. Hang on... where is Percy?
Hank Brown: Serbia chased him up that way. (points behind them - deeper towards the backstage area)
Brent Alpine: Strewth mate!!! I gotta dash!
(Alpine looks troubled and rushes off to find his manager/pet.)
Later That Night
(Alpine sits on the curb outside the arena. He has his head in his hands and sighs dejectedly.)
Brent Alpine: Aww Percy. Gonna miss you.
('You Belong To Me' by Jason Wade plays as the scene fades.)
Wednesday 29th January - 09.37AM
(In darkness, we hear a knock. Seconds later, we fade in to a view of a front door of an elegant thatched cottage in what seems an affluent and scenic area. There is a basket at the doorstep that is covered by a white blanket. The door opens and Brent Alpine peers out. He looks at the basket and then scans up and down the street to see who left it. No one is present.)
Brent Alpine: What's this?
(He crouches down and removes the blanket from the basket. Percy Micro is inside.)
Brent Alpine: G'day little fella. Who are you?
(There is a letter inside the basket addressed to Mr. Alpine. He opens it.)
Dear Mr. Alpine,
It has come to my attention that you are a man of considerable talent. While the rest of the WCF hasn't spotted it yet, I have a finely tuned eye and you have not slipped past my radar.
You could easily consider me a concerned colleague who wishes to observe you from afar. Not that you would be a threat but one has to cover one's bases. Don't you agree?
However, I would prefer you consider me a... what's the word you like so much?... mate. Maybe I haven't decided what you are to me yet but you have at least earned my attention. Bravo!
I present to you a gift. He may seem a joke. Maybe even an annoyance at times (he can be quite stinky to say the least!). However, I promise that he will prove crucial to your progress.
There's only so much you can do with a micro pig as your manager. He cannot fight anyone and he faces the limitations of nature.
Despite this, I have deemed him my best medium of proxy. Any proxy I use will be an extremely dangerous tool at your disposal.
Yours sincerely,
'Words'
P.S. Ask him his name.
(Brent places the letter down, twitches his eyebrows and stares at the new arrival.)
Brent Alpine (hesitatant): You surely can't speak. What's your name?
(Silence.)
Brent Alpine: Haha, a talking micro pig? What was I thinking?!
Percy Micro: My name is Percy Micro. At your service.
Brent Alpine: Whoa!
(As the last chorus kicks in, we see a brief Brent/Percy montage. Firstly, they strut together like kids on the beach.)
'I'll be so alone without you'
(Alpine clears Percy's poo from a hotel room chair. The next shot is of them swimming together from the Micro Therapy promo.)
'Maybe you'll be lonesome too'
(Alpine sleeps on a recliner by a wood burning fire. Percy sleeps on his chest. Next, Alpine is dancing abrasively on a dance floor. A group of beautiful women are cooing in adoration at Percy who is sat by his feet. Brent gives them a wink.)
'Fly the ocean in a silver plane'
(We see a shot of them flying in a plane together with Percy on a lead. This is followed by a small segment of Percy leading Alpine to the ring at Slam.)
'See the jungle when it's wet with rain'
(Alpine nurses Percy with a cloth over his forehead and a thermometer in his snout. Next, Percy nurses a sick Alpine by pawing his face affectionately.)
'Just remember til you're home again'
(The montage ends with brief footage of Percy distracting Serbia to help Alpine win the TV Title.)
'You belong to me'
Even Later After Slam
(We are back with a distraught Brent Alpine, still mourning his missing manager. He is resigned to the likelihood that Serbia has caught and done who knows what with Percy.)
Voice: Why so disconcerted?
(It is Percy Micro! He crawls towards Alpine. Brent beams joyfully and hugs him. As he does so, he notices a letter taped to Percy's back.)
Brent Alpine: Thought I'd lost ya mate! What's this?
(Alpine grabs the letter. Like last week when Percy was first delivered to him, the accompanying letter is addressed to 'Mr. Alpine'. He begins to read.)
Dear Mr. Alpine,
I am not convinced you realise what it really is you steward. For if you did, you would take much better care of it.
Percy Micro is my proxy and, as long as you have him, you have me with you. Let me assure you that I am the most powerful ally that you could have in the WCF. Do not abuse or neglect my kindness.
Although Serbia was ready to make him into sausages, Percy remains safe and I had to intervene. This came at considerable risk to me. Don't let it happen again.
Congratulations on the TV Title win. You have just earned yourself a lot more enemies. Your talent alone won't keep you - you need as many mates as you can get now.
By the way, don't even THINK of investigating my identity. Remember what happened to the cat who got curious.
Yours sincerely,
'Words'
(Alpine stares into the road with a haunted countenance. Fade out.)
