Post by Michael Santiago on Jun 28, 2011 8:13:21 GMT -5
Scene One – Always looking forward
* Michael walks around his locker room, towel drying his hair having just gotten out of the shower, he gathers his things, packing his duffel bag as he prepares to leave the arena. As he is shoving his boots into the bag, a knock on the door is heard. *
Michael: Come in?
* The door edges open and slipping through is Hank Brown *
Hank: Michael, do you have a few minutes?
Michael: I suppose, let’s make this as quick and painless as possible.
Hank: As you saw just a few moments ago your tag team partner Odin Balfore retained his United States gold by defeating Steve Thunder, subsequently management announced next week on “Slam” that you will be participating in a six person elimination match. What are your thoughts?
Michael: Did you expect anything other than Odin winning out there tonight? He is a seven foot Nordic Tank, the man is gold inside a wrestling ring. As for the six person elimination match next week, it doesn’t really matter to me, one opponent or five opponents, as the bell tolls my arm will be raised in victory.
Hank: It seems you are taking the match rather lightly, have you been made aware who your opponents are?
Michael: Have I been made aware… What do I look like to you? Some kind of moron? Of course when I am told I have a match I take into account who my opponents are. What is there to dwell on? Ana Valentine? I tore her apart in that ring earlier tonight…
Hank: Speaking of Ms. Valentine, Michael, your actions in the ring earlier tonight, they were completely uncalled for.
Michael: Uncalled for? You tell me how you figure they were uncalled for Hank, last week I embarrassed myself inside the ring, this week I made damn sure to make up for it. What I did tonight was send a message, I put the WCF roster on warning. I let them know what to expect should they have to square off against me. I'm not some pushover punk that can be made a fool of and its time that those in WCF learn that. Ana Valentine, she is of little concern to me, as a matter of fact Hank, don’t be surprised if you see her keeping her distance from me next week, lord knows I wouldn’t blame her. Who else is there… oh yes, Steve Thunder, it’s safe to say the bloom is pretty much off that one, after what Odin did to him earlier there isn’t much left. But I guess it will be fun to pick apart the broken pieces of Odin’s toys.
* Michael turns away from Hank and continues to load his duffel bag. *
Hank: Thunder was almost able to pull the win out over Odin tonight, maybe it wouldn’t be wise to underestimate him, that has already proven to cost you in the past.
Michael: Yeah… he came close to winning, after and only after the outside interference from Kaylyn Evans, and even then he couldn’t get the job done. The dumb broad couldn’t handle Odin’s “swag” and it ended with her crashing to the floor and Thunder feeling the “Mark of Odin”. Trust me when I say that Steve Thunder is nothing more than yesterday’s trash as for Aubrey Summers, she’s another one I couldn’t really care less about, what has she done? Beat some head bobbing moron so she can continue to “Blow”? Music versus Music match, what a waste of air time, that time could have been much better spent advertising Fort Suma Sanchez… which by the way is now serving the greater Detroit area. (Michael gives the camera a cheesy grin as he finishes his “cheap pop”) But seriously, if you want to talk about a waste of air time I think all the fans will agree that we’ve had about enough of Kaylyn Evans for the next month or so, talk about overkill tonight… now don’t get me wrong, I like watching her just as much as the next guy but enough is enough already, every time I looked at the monitor there she was. Yeah she looks good inside the ring in her skimpy little outfit, but I don’t need to know the goings on of her life story. Conversely, fair play to her tonight retaining the title over Ryan Blake, now Blake… he is an interesting character, I've known him for some time now, he seems to bounce around behind Odin and I like some lost little puppy dog, but as it now stands he’ll be squaring off as my opponent next week for the first time in his career. We’ll see how the kid fairs, he has talent, hell, I’d go as far as to say he could be the next big thing… but with, and only with, proper career choices… which to this point he has neglected to make, he has let his ego get away with him a bit and he has forgotten he’s still a little wet behind the ears. But, me being the role model that I am, I will gladly remind him of his place in the food chain.
* Michael zips his duffel bag closed and puts a pair of sunglasses on his face before slinging the bag over his shoulder. *
Hank: What about Mr. FPV?
Michael: Now there is probably the only true contender I have in this match, congratulations to him tonight for claiming the tag gold with Roy Speede, be sure to keep them warm while Odin and I handle what we have to, because you be sure to realize that it won’t be long before the two of us are breathing down your necks and pressing you against the wall for a shot at the gold. This week will be the warning shot that will be fired against FPV in the ensuing war that will soon follow for those titles. You see, once The Perfect Alliance sets their eyes on a prize, it’s never long before it begins collecting dust in the trophy room. I am a man of simple taste and I never deprive myself of what I want, for now Odin and I will bide our time, we’ll settle for running rampant through the singles division for now, but that novelty will quickly wear off and when it does… let’s just hope that FPV will have formulated some defense in response to the beating he is going to receive this week.
* Michael smirks at the camera and adjusts his sunglasses before walking towards the door and disappearing through the threshold. *
~~~ End Scene ~~~
Scene Two – Just an average day in the TPA
* The morning sun pours blindingly through the drawn shades of The Perfect Alliance’s RV. Horn honking echoes in the distance as Michael begins to stir in his bed, he stretches his arms out in front of him before wiping the sleep from his eyes. He adjusts his body as he sits up giving his neck a good crack to one side, then the other. As he turns his head his eyes are drawn to the woman sleeping next to him. *
Michael: What the hell happened last night?
* Michael slowly gets out of bed taking care not to wake the woman, he slips through the door and into the living area of the RV, staring at him from a couch across the room clad in his pimp bling is none other than Gilligan Suma Sanchez. *
Michael: It figures you’d have something to do with this… what the hell happened last night?
* Gilligan holds out a plastic bag of white pills. *
Michael: You drugged me?
* Gilligan’s body guard, who also is dressed in a retro pimp outfit, makes his presence known. *
Body Guard: Mr. Sanchez didn’t drug you, your oversized friend in the other room decided that you guys needed a little pick me up last night and he slipped it into your drink.
* A look of aggravation overcomes Michael’s face, he turns and pushes the door to Odin’s bedroom open to reveal the giant slumbering in his bed wearing nothing but a speedo and having a woman’s thong carelessly adorning his head, a woman on either side of him as he snores heavily. Michael pulls the door shut shaking his head. He turns back to Gilligan and his “associate” still shaking his head. *
Michael: I'm letting you know now, I'm not paying for that girl Gill.
* Gilligan snaps his fingers and his body guard instantly gets to his feet. *
Michael: Sit your ass down Huggy Bear.
Body Guard: Why I gotta be Huggy Bear? Because I'm black?
Michael: No, that ridiculous outfit is why you have to be Huggy Bear. Now, sit down and shut up. Gill, I'm not paying for that girls services.
* Gilligan gets to his feet and scurries across the room, he climbs the barstool and hops up onto the counter, standing on his hind legs he stretches up and pushes out his little chest, pressing into Michael. Michael lowers himself down so he is face to face with the raccoon, as he does so Gilligan bares his teeth. *
Michael: Need I remind you that you still haven’t reimbursed me for the capital investment I made into Fort Suma Sanchez? Now, do you really want me to start pressing that issue because I'm fairly certain Fort Suma is doing pretty well for itself with its recent expansions, so maybe I should look to recover my investment with some interest…
* Gilligan drops his guard and backs away from Michael, a look of disgust on his face. Turning his back to Michael he moves over to the coffee pot, he looks at the pot for a moment before lifting it up and abruptly throwing it against the cabinets, shattering the glass and spilling coffee across the kitchen. *
Michael: Make sure your he-bitch over there cleans that up, and your furry little ass will be paying for a new coffee pot.
* Michael turns back towards Odin’s door and pushes back inside. *
Michael: (raising his voice) Odin, get the hell up.
* Odin stirs slightly before letting out an exasperated groan. *
Michael: Get the fuck up you big prick, I have a bone to pick with you.
* Odin doesn’t acknowledge Michael’s request as he continues to lay asleep. Michael exits the room briefly before returning with a jug full of ice water. He quickly unscrews the top and proceeds to splash the cold water onto Odin and the women. The three slumbering room dwellers quickly jump up, the girls screaming from the freezing pain and Odin yelling with frustration. *
Odin: What the fuck Santi?
Michael: Where the hell do you get off drugging me last night?
* Odin ignores Michael’s question as his attention has been turned to the two naked women whose nipples have become extremely erect from the cold water. Michael realizes Odin’s distraction and proceeds to toss more water on him to regain his attention. *
Odin: Quit it!
Michael: I asked you why the fuck you decided to drug me last night.
Odin: You were being a stick in the mud; it was making the girls uncomfortable.
Michael: They're prostitutes! Who gives a damn if they're uncomfortable.
Odin: Hey! They are human beings too and you weren’t being a fun host so I decided to give you a little boost to bring out the Santiman who I used to party with.
Michael: I don’t appreciate you pulling stunts like that, what if something would have happened? Then what? God forbid we got pulled over or something and the police found us all drugged up, do you realize we could lose our jobs?
Odin: Fuck our jobs.
Michael: Guess what buddy, if you were to get fired you’d be stripped of your precious title.
* A look of pure fear flashes across Odin’s face as he places a protective hand on the WCF United States title that sits on his nightstand. *
Odin: They… they can’t do that, they wouldn’t do that…
Michael: They can and they would.
Odin: They would only be spiting themselves.
Michael: That’s not the point, what you did was stupid it’s not in TPA’s nature, and the next time you do it I'm getting off this RV and I'm not coming back.
Odin: Come on Santi, ease up.
Michael: You heard me Odin, I deal with a lot of ridiculous things with you, but I don’t condone that shit.
* Michael turns away, walking out and slams Odin’s door. Odin looks around the room briefly before letting out a thunderous fart… *
~~~ End Scene ~~~
* Michael walks around his locker room, towel drying his hair having just gotten out of the shower, he gathers his things, packing his duffel bag as he prepares to leave the arena. As he is shoving his boots into the bag, a knock on the door is heard. *
Michael: Come in?
* The door edges open and slipping through is Hank Brown *
Hank: Michael, do you have a few minutes?
Michael: I suppose, let’s make this as quick and painless as possible.
Hank: As you saw just a few moments ago your tag team partner Odin Balfore retained his United States gold by defeating Steve Thunder, subsequently management announced next week on “Slam” that you will be participating in a six person elimination match. What are your thoughts?
Michael: Did you expect anything other than Odin winning out there tonight? He is a seven foot Nordic Tank, the man is gold inside a wrestling ring. As for the six person elimination match next week, it doesn’t really matter to me, one opponent or five opponents, as the bell tolls my arm will be raised in victory.
Hank: It seems you are taking the match rather lightly, have you been made aware who your opponents are?
Michael: Have I been made aware… What do I look like to you? Some kind of moron? Of course when I am told I have a match I take into account who my opponents are. What is there to dwell on? Ana Valentine? I tore her apart in that ring earlier tonight…
Hank: Speaking of Ms. Valentine, Michael, your actions in the ring earlier tonight, they were completely uncalled for.
Michael: Uncalled for? You tell me how you figure they were uncalled for Hank, last week I embarrassed myself inside the ring, this week I made damn sure to make up for it. What I did tonight was send a message, I put the WCF roster on warning. I let them know what to expect should they have to square off against me. I'm not some pushover punk that can be made a fool of and its time that those in WCF learn that. Ana Valentine, she is of little concern to me, as a matter of fact Hank, don’t be surprised if you see her keeping her distance from me next week, lord knows I wouldn’t blame her. Who else is there… oh yes, Steve Thunder, it’s safe to say the bloom is pretty much off that one, after what Odin did to him earlier there isn’t much left. But I guess it will be fun to pick apart the broken pieces of Odin’s toys.
* Michael turns away from Hank and continues to load his duffel bag. *
Hank: Thunder was almost able to pull the win out over Odin tonight, maybe it wouldn’t be wise to underestimate him, that has already proven to cost you in the past.
Michael: Yeah… he came close to winning, after and only after the outside interference from Kaylyn Evans, and even then he couldn’t get the job done. The dumb broad couldn’t handle Odin’s “swag” and it ended with her crashing to the floor and Thunder feeling the “Mark of Odin”. Trust me when I say that Steve Thunder is nothing more than yesterday’s trash as for Aubrey Summers, she’s another one I couldn’t really care less about, what has she done? Beat some head bobbing moron so she can continue to “Blow”? Music versus Music match, what a waste of air time, that time could have been much better spent advertising Fort Suma Sanchez… which by the way is now serving the greater Detroit area. (Michael gives the camera a cheesy grin as he finishes his “cheap pop”) But seriously, if you want to talk about a waste of air time I think all the fans will agree that we’ve had about enough of Kaylyn Evans for the next month or so, talk about overkill tonight… now don’t get me wrong, I like watching her just as much as the next guy but enough is enough already, every time I looked at the monitor there she was. Yeah she looks good inside the ring in her skimpy little outfit, but I don’t need to know the goings on of her life story. Conversely, fair play to her tonight retaining the title over Ryan Blake, now Blake… he is an interesting character, I've known him for some time now, he seems to bounce around behind Odin and I like some lost little puppy dog, but as it now stands he’ll be squaring off as my opponent next week for the first time in his career. We’ll see how the kid fairs, he has talent, hell, I’d go as far as to say he could be the next big thing… but with, and only with, proper career choices… which to this point he has neglected to make, he has let his ego get away with him a bit and he has forgotten he’s still a little wet behind the ears. But, me being the role model that I am, I will gladly remind him of his place in the food chain.
* Michael zips his duffel bag closed and puts a pair of sunglasses on his face before slinging the bag over his shoulder. *
Hank: What about Mr. FPV?
Michael: Now there is probably the only true contender I have in this match, congratulations to him tonight for claiming the tag gold with Roy Speede, be sure to keep them warm while Odin and I handle what we have to, because you be sure to realize that it won’t be long before the two of us are breathing down your necks and pressing you against the wall for a shot at the gold. This week will be the warning shot that will be fired against FPV in the ensuing war that will soon follow for those titles. You see, once The Perfect Alliance sets their eyes on a prize, it’s never long before it begins collecting dust in the trophy room. I am a man of simple taste and I never deprive myself of what I want, for now Odin and I will bide our time, we’ll settle for running rampant through the singles division for now, but that novelty will quickly wear off and when it does… let’s just hope that FPV will have formulated some defense in response to the beating he is going to receive this week.
* Michael smirks at the camera and adjusts his sunglasses before walking towards the door and disappearing through the threshold. *
~~~ End Scene ~~~
Scene Two – Just an average day in the TPA
* The morning sun pours blindingly through the drawn shades of The Perfect Alliance’s RV. Horn honking echoes in the distance as Michael begins to stir in his bed, he stretches his arms out in front of him before wiping the sleep from his eyes. He adjusts his body as he sits up giving his neck a good crack to one side, then the other. As he turns his head his eyes are drawn to the woman sleeping next to him. *
Michael: What the hell happened last night?
* Michael slowly gets out of bed taking care not to wake the woman, he slips through the door and into the living area of the RV, staring at him from a couch across the room clad in his pimp bling is none other than Gilligan Suma Sanchez. *
Michael: It figures you’d have something to do with this… what the hell happened last night?
* Gilligan holds out a plastic bag of white pills. *
Michael: You drugged me?
* Gilligan’s body guard, who also is dressed in a retro pimp outfit, makes his presence known. *
Body Guard: Mr. Sanchez didn’t drug you, your oversized friend in the other room decided that you guys needed a little pick me up last night and he slipped it into your drink.
* A look of aggravation overcomes Michael’s face, he turns and pushes the door to Odin’s bedroom open to reveal the giant slumbering in his bed wearing nothing but a speedo and having a woman’s thong carelessly adorning his head, a woman on either side of him as he snores heavily. Michael pulls the door shut shaking his head. He turns back to Gilligan and his “associate” still shaking his head. *
Michael: I'm letting you know now, I'm not paying for that girl Gill.
* Gilligan snaps his fingers and his body guard instantly gets to his feet. *
Michael: Sit your ass down Huggy Bear.
Body Guard: Why I gotta be Huggy Bear? Because I'm black?
Michael: No, that ridiculous outfit is why you have to be Huggy Bear. Now, sit down and shut up. Gill, I'm not paying for that girls services.
* Gilligan gets to his feet and scurries across the room, he climbs the barstool and hops up onto the counter, standing on his hind legs he stretches up and pushes out his little chest, pressing into Michael. Michael lowers himself down so he is face to face with the raccoon, as he does so Gilligan bares his teeth. *
Michael: Need I remind you that you still haven’t reimbursed me for the capital investment I made into Fort Suma Sanchez? Now, do you really want me to start pressing that issue because I'm fairly certain Fort Suma is doing pretty well for itself with its recent expansions, so maybe I should look to recover my investment with some interest…
* Gilligan drops his guard and backs away from Michael, a look of disgust on his face. Turning his back to Michael he moves over to the coffee pot, he looks at the pot for a moment before lifting it up and abruptly throwing it against the cabinets, shattering the glass and spilling coffee across the kitchen. *
Michael: Make sure your he-bitch over there cleans that up, and your furry little ass will be paying for a new coffee pot.
* Michael turns back towards Odin’s door and pushes back inside. *
Michael: (raising his voice) Odin, get the hell up.
* Odin stirs slightly before letting out an exasperated groan. *
Michael: Get the fuck up you big prick, I have a bone to pick with you.
* Odin doesn’t acknowledge Michael’s request as he continues to lay asleep. Michael exits the room briefly before returning with a jug full of ice water. He quickly unscrews the top and proceeds to splash the cold water onto Odin and the women. The three slumbering room dwellers quickly jump up, the girls screaming from the freezing pain and Odin yelling with frustration. *
Odin: What the fuck Santi?
Michael: Where the hell do you get off drugging me last night?
* Odin ignores Michael’s question as his attention has been turned to the two naked women whose nipples have become extremely erect from the cold water. Michael realizes Odin’s distraction and proceeds to toss more water on him to regain his attention. *
Odin: Quit it!
Michael: I asked you why the fuck you decided to drug me last night.
Odin: You were being a stick in the mud; it was making the girls uncomfortable.
Michael: They're prostitutes! Who gives a damn if they're uncomfortable.
Odin: Hey! They are human beings too and you weren’t being a fun host so I decided to give you a little boost to bring out the Santiman who I used to party with.
Michael: I don’t appreciate you pulling stunts like that, what if something would have happened? Then what? God forbid we got pulled over or something and the police found us all drugged up, do you realize we could lose our jobs?
Odin: Fuck our jobs.
Michael: Guess what buddy, if you were to get fired you’d be stripped of your precious title.
* A look of pure fear flashes across Odin’s face as he places a protective hand on the WCF United States title that sits on his nightstand. *
Odin: They… they can’t do that, they wouldn’t do that…
Michael: They can and they would.
Odin: They would only be spiting themselves.
Michael: That’s not the point, what you did was stupid it’s not in TPA’s nature, and the next time you do it I'm getting off this RV and I'm not coming back.
Odin: Come on Santi, ease up.
Michael: You heard me Odin, I deal with a lot of ridiculous things with you, but I don’t condone that shit.
* Michael turns away, walking out and slams Odin’s door. Odin looks around the room briefly before letting out a thunderous fart… *
~~~ End Scene ~~~
