Post by Shane Sires/Dreamteam on Sept 12, 2006 12:27:56 GMT -5
-=The scene opens up in a movie studio inside Hollywood, California. As the camera pans around the studio, several movie stars such as Adam Sandler, Tom Hanks, and Danny Glover are seen. The camera than zooms in on two people dressed in extremely expensive white tuxedo's, a black undershirt, a black tie, and black dress shoes standing near the movie stars, chatting with them. Off and on they all chuckle for some reason or another. The two men than shake hands with the stars and head towards the door leading out of the movie studio. A large white, long stretch limousine pulls up infront of them and the driver steps out of the limousine and walks to the back and opens the door for the two men. Both men step inside and the driver closes the door behind them. He than hurries back to the front of the limousine and gets into the drivers side, closing the door behind him. He pushes a button near the dashboard and the black tinted privacy glass, seperating the front end of the car with the rear slides down. The driver looks back at the two men.=-
Driver: Good afternoon gentlemen, where to?
Man #1: The Hollywood Metro Arena please, and try to make it fast. We don't like being late.
-=The unknown man reaches into his pocket and pulls out a Gucci Wallet that must have cost at least eight hundred dollars. He opens up the wallet and pulls out two one hundred dollar bills and waves them at the driver. An extremely large stunned look comes upon the drivers face, as he nods at them. He than turns around and pushes the button, raising the security glass again. He than speeds off, heading towards the Arena.=-
Man #2: Ha! Are you seriously going to pay him THAT much just to do his job? I mean, come on, just because we are rich and famous, we still don't need to toss our money around to people that most likely weren't good enough to graduate High School. But hey, it's your money, man. Do with it as you please. Not like we can't make up two hundred dollars in two days, so I guess it's not a big loss.
Man #1: Yah, well, everyone needs a little extra money on the side so they can food on the table. Well, besides that, this match of ours coming up I find to be an absolute disgrace to us. I mean, putting people of class and talent against people who most likely eat food out of the trash to survive. I mean, what the hell? I feel like I'm going to get sick everytime I even think about this.
Man #2: Haha! Your right, I mean, I hope they shower at least before our match. Im guessing they won't, but miracles can happen right? I seriously hope that they do, because if they don't, I think they should be disqualified for releasing their utterly terrible stench upon the arena. It's nearly as bad as cyanid gas. It could really harm some people if not kill them.
-=Just than the limousine speeds into the parking lot of the Hollywood Metro Arena. It comes to a stop infront of the doors leading into the Arena. The driver hops out of the car and runs to the back, quickly opening the door. The two men step out of the limousine and the one man hands the driver the two hundred dollars. The driver nearly collapses in shock that he actually gave him the money. The driver than slams the door shut and races off the the drivers seat and speeds off, before the man decides to change his mind and take his money back. The two men enter the Arena and make their way through the backstage hallway and to the entrance stage. "Stricken" by Disturbed roars over the PA System and the crowd nearly blows the roof off the Metro Arena in cheers. The two men walk out on to the entrance stage and look around at the crowd with a smirk on their faces. One of the men adjusts his tie some and than they both head down to the ring. One of the men walks up the ring steps at the left side of the ring, and the other walks around the ring to the other set of ring steps and walks up them and enters. The man closes to the time keeper holds up two fingers and the announcer who is sitting outside grabs two microphones and hands them to the man. The one man than walks over to the other and hands him a microphone. Finally, the crowd settles down to hear what they have to say.=-
Man #1: Ladies and Gents', boys and girls. The time has come. The men of pure talent and class have arrived to clean up this god forsaken place they call the World Championship Federation. First off, let me introduce who we are, not like I really need to, considering you all probably know us anyways. My name is Ryan Johnson, and this man standing next to me is none other than Michael Steele. Now to get down to business. We have a match Sunday against two people we all like to refer to as "bums." People who beg for money on the streets, people who can't afford to buy clothes, people who sneak around stealing things from others. This guy who calls himself "Reckless Jack" has had a winning streak, god only knows how that happened, but come Sunday that will all come to an end, guaranteed.
Michael Steele: You know, Ive wrestled plenty of people in my days, whether it was backyard wrestling when I was younger, when I was in the WCW Powerplant where I first started my training, or when it was in NWA. They at least had a little class, but these two guys just disgust me. First Ill start off with "Fantastic" Joe. What the hell, does he watch the Fantastic Four too much and wishes he was one of them? Really, the only thing that I find so fantastic about him is how dirty, and poor this guy is. Not to mention how he reaks of twenty year old vomit. Secondly, Reckless Jack. The guy thinks he's some kind of reckless wrestling monster? Um, hate to break it to you man, your nothing more than a low-class athlete who has just had a lucky streak. You might wrestle recklessly, but that is where your downfall will be. You see, myself and Ryan, we wrestle with intensity, integrity, and intelligence. That is how we become such stars, unlike you and your buddy who end up sleeping in alleys at night because you can't make any money. Come Sunday, you will learn why people with class and pure talent always come out on top of the people who wrestle without using their mind. Many people like you have come and gone, they have all failed. You and your boyfriend there are going to be no different. You two are lacking everything that we have, brains, muscle, wrestling ability. You two are honestly not even close to being in our league. Putting you two in a match against us is like putting Mike Tyson in a match against Brittney Spears. In case your brains didn't comprehend what I meant with that is, it's not even fair putting you two against us. So I have some advice, don't even bother showing up Sunday unless you are looking for a Hollywood Style beating.
Ryan Johnson: I hope you two are sitting at the homeless shelter right now listening to this. We wouldn't like wasting our time out here for no reason. I know you two don't really want to admit that we are better than you in all aspects of life. We can understand this, I mean, who wants everyone to know that you are nothing but a failure who was put on this planet just to waste its oxygen? The fact is, most people already know this, whether you'd like to believe it or not. For those who don't, this Sunday when we take you both down without breaking even the slightest sweat, they will than realize it as well. Oh and before I forget, I wrote a little poem for you guys.
-=Ryan reaches into the pocket in the top of his tuxedo and pulls out a small piece of paper. He looks over to Michael who chuckles slightly at Ryan. Ryan unfolds the paper and holds it up, arm outstretched to about neck level. Ryan than clears his throat and in a teacher like voice begins to read.=-
Ryan: Well, here it is! I wrote it just for you two, I hope you feel special!
The blood that will be flowing from your faces is red,
The bruises that will be left all over you is blue,
This Sunday at Slam,
The Hollywood Dreamteam is going to tear your asses in two!
-=The crowd erupts in laughter as Ryan and Michael drop their microphones. "Stricken" by Disturbed hits over the PA System as Ryan and Michael step out of the ring and head up the aisle. They both stop on the entrance stage and turn around looking at the crowd, with a smirk on their face. They than turn back around and head backstage as "Stricken" slowly dies down. Soon after the scene fades into black.=-
