Post by Twister on Jul 7, 2006 0:30:59 GMT -5
(The screen fades into a room full of people. The camera is looking from the back of the room. It At the front of the room is a wooden podium. The stain isn’t very dark, and the stage is almost high school quality. There are flags on the far sides of the stage, including the American flag on the left. The people are very loud, creating a constant buzz of excitement. Finally a grey haired man emits from behind the red curtain at the back of the stage.)
Man: yes, yes, he’ll be here in a few minutes. Till then all you reporters will have to wait.
Reporter #1: Yeah, um…I was told there would be donuts here…?
Man: Uh…yeah, there aren’t any…
(The majority of the crowd grumbles, and about half of them leave. The rest fill up the front of the grey, uniform chairs at the front. The talking continues, mostly none was understandable. Occasionally a couple words are heard, but that’s about it. Finally the curtain spreads. The crowd quiets. Twister steps out of the curtains. He is wearing a black shirt with faded blue jeans. The shirt has some writing on it. The screen zooms in on it. It reads “The Real WCF”. WCF is written in the classic WCF logo. “The Real” is written in electric green font. The camera zooms back out and we see a smiling twister. He steps forward towards the podium. He towers over it, revealing the actual size, which was previously unknown. He waves to a couple of people with a casual wave.)
Twister: Hello, my friends. It is good to be back and seeing familiar faces, even you guys.
(A collective chuckle ensues. It isn’t obvious whether it is an honest laugh or not. Twister’s voice is surprisingly bright and young. He sounds exuberant.)
Twister: So I want to start this thing off with a few opening comments.
(A couple murmurs are heard, but no objections.)
Twister: I just wanted to say that Logan was nice enough to let me return to my home. I am excited to be back, and am free of any problems I had before. I start my new term as a wrestler here humbly. Now any questions will now be taken.
(Many hands raise. A few go down after a couple seconds. Twister points to one on his left. It is a smaller guy with brown hair and glasses. He stands up.)
Reporter #2: So, Twister, now that you’re back, what do you plan to do?
Twister:…Go to F**king Disney Land? What do you think? Win.
(A couple reporters chuckle as the reporter sits down, blushing. Twister points to a woman on the heavy side on the right in the back.)
Reporter #3: Twister, what do you think of your opponents? And do you think you can beat them, seeing as they are newcomers?
(Twister kind of smiles, bashfully. The reporter smirks.)
Twister: You’re expecting the classic, Twisted Elements response, eh? Not so lucky today. I looked up on my opponents. All seem to be well equipped to help this federation out. We’ll see where it goes. Let me just say I think that I am slightly beyond their talent. Or would you guys prefer cheesy success line number two? I think I can mow over the competition… I can destroy the plates…made of chino?
(Twister makes an overly dramatic pose to entertain them. They chuckle again. She also sits down, red in the face.)
Twister: But seriously, it looks to be a good match. I hope that I can finally win a debut match in WCF. Seems I always come up a bit short, eh? We’ll see, I guess.
(He points to a big black man who doesn’t stand up to ask the question.)
Reporter #4: So we saw some footage from the other night, in that field. What was that all about?
(Twister’s look becomes a bit sterner, but he quickly forces it back to a smile.)
Twister: That was just a little thing that I needed to do in private. Guess those guidelines aren’t followed anymore. But just to satisfy you guys so you don’t go starting rumors, but you guys wouldn’t do that…
(Silence, before a few forced no’s.)
Twister: Riiight, anyways, I was just burying a few things from my past.
Reporter #4: So you are done with the Twisted Elements?
Twister: I never say never, but, I’m pretty sure that those days are over. Time to move on…
(Silence)
Twister: Yah, thanks for the support. Haha, So anymore questions?
(Many hands raise.)
Twister: I thought so. Thank you for your time and interest.
(He walks off into the curtain. People start to get up and leave. They walk past the camera, a few muttering about there not being any donuts. The screen fades out.)
Man: yes, yes, he’ll be here in a few minutes. Till then all you reporters will have to wait.
Reporter #1: Yeah, um…I was told there would be donuts here…?
Man: Uh…yeah, there aren’t any…
(The majority of the crowd grumbles, and about half of them leave. The rest fill up the front of the grey, uniform chairs at the front. The talking continues, mostly none was understandable. Occasionally a couple words are heard, but that’s about it. Finally the curtain spreads. The crowd quiets. Twister steps out of the curtains. He is wearing a black shirt with faded blue jeans. The shirt has some writing on it. The screen zooms in on it. It reads “The Real WCF”. WCF is written in the classic WCF logo. “The Real” is written in electric green font. The camera zooms back out and we see a smiling twister. He steps forward towards the podium. He towers over it, revealing the actual size, which was previously unknown. He waves to a couple of people with a casual wave.)
Twister: Hello, my friends. It is good to be back and seeing familiar faces, even you guys.
(A collective chuckle ensues. It isn’t obvious whether it is an honest laugh or not. Twister’s voice is surprisingly bright and young. He sounds exuberant.)
Twister: So I want to start this thing off with a few opening comments.
(A couple murmurs are heard, but no objections.)
Twister: I just wanted to say that Logan was nice enough to let me return to my home. I am excited to be back, and am free of any problems I had before. I start my new term as a wrestler here humbly. Now any questions will now be taken.
(Many hands raise. A few go down after a couple seconds. Twister points to one on his left. It is a smaller guy with brown hair and glasses. He stands up.)
Reporter #2: So, Twister, now that you’re back, what do you plan to do?
Twister:…Go to F**king Disney Land? What do you think? Win.
(A couple reporters chuckle as the reporter sits down, blushing. Twister points to a woman on the heavy side on the right in the back.)
Reporter #3: Twister, what do you think of your opponents? And do you think you can beat them, seeing as they are newcomers?
(Twister kind of smiles, bashfully. The reporter smirks.)
Twister: You’re expecting the classic, Twisted Elements response, eh? Not so lucky today. I looked up on my opponents. All seem to be well equipped to help this federation out. We’ll see where it goes. Let me just say I think that I am slightly beyond their talent. Or would you guys prefer cheesy success line number two? I think I can mow over the competition… I can destroy the plates…made of chino?
(Twister makes an overly dramatic pose to entertain them. They chuckle again. She also sits down, red in the face.)
Twister: But seriously, it looks to be a good match. I hope that I can finally win a debut match in WCF. Seems I always come up a bit short, eh? We’ll see, I guess.
(He points to a big black man who doesn’t stand up to ask the question.)
Reporter #4: So we saw some footage from the other night, in that field. What was that all about?
(Twister’s look becomes a bit sterner, but he quickly forces it back to a smile.)
Twister: That was just a little thing that I needed to do in private. Guess those guidelines aren’t followed anymore. But just to satisfy you guys so you don’t go starting rumors, but you guys wouldn’t do that…
(Silence, before a few forced no’s.)
Twister: Riiight, anyways, I was just burying a few things from my past.
Reporter #4: So you are done with the Twisted Elements?
Twister: I never say never, but, I’m pretty sure that those days are over. Time to move on…
(Silence)
Twister: Yah, thanks for the support. Haha, So anymore questions?
(Many hands raise.)
Twister: I thought so. Thank you for your time and interest.
(He walks off into the curtain. People start to get up and leave. They walk past the camera, a few muttering about there not being any donuts. The screen fades out.)
