Post by epitomeofcool on Nov 27, 2011 15:23:06 GMT -5
The scene opens with a video package of the events that unfolded two weeks ago on Slam. The large man that has since been identified as Lil Jon is seen delivering a chokeslam to Switches the Clown and then a nasty looking bicycle kick to Lawnmower Jones' skull. Aaron Miles is then shown, first looking horrified at the carnage and then smiling before shaking the man's hand. The video package fades out as Miles gets the three count and the crowd litters the ring with trash. Once the video is fully faded out, the scene switches to a shot of the back of a black, football jersey styled shirt that reads "Miles" across the shoulders with a large number "1" under it. The camera pulls back to reveal the wearer to be Lil Jon, standing with his back to the camera and his massive arms crossed over the front of his chest as he discusses something with a bouncer at the entrance of a nightclub. Standing just off to the side, a cigarette between his lips and a pair of dark sunglasses pulled down over his eyes, is The Epitome Of Cool Aaron Miles.
Bouncer: Look, I don't care how famous you claim your friend here is. If his name isn't on my list...
The bouncer holds up his clipboard for Lil Jon to see.
Bouncer:...then he isn't getting past this rope.
Lil Jon: Is that so?
Bouncer: Yes, that is so.
The bouncer turns his back to Lil Jon and engages in a discussion with someone on the other end of his headset. Lil Jon looks to Aaron, who gives him only a nod of the head. Lil Jon then turns and grabs the bouncer by the shoulder before spinning him around. Lil Jon then drops the bouncer with a stiff punch to the jaw. Aaron steps forward, unfastens the velvet rope and steps over the bouncer's body before entering the club. Lil Jon reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out one of Aaron's pamphlets. He lays it on the bouncer's chest and then walks into the club. The cameraman follows the pair inside and is met with the combination of deafening club music and blindingly bright laser lights. A sea of people are crowding the dance floor, moving about to the latest club mix. Miles simply shakes his head at the simpletons and heads to the bar where he orders a shot of Jack Daniels and a Captain and Coke. He downs the shot and then turns his attention back to the crowd, drink in hand, as Lil Jon walks up beside him.
Aaron Miles: Next time use a little bit more subtlety.
Lil Jon: You hired me to handle situations. You don't like my methods then I suggest doing your own dirty work.
Aaron Miles: And might I suggest that if you don't want your parole officer finding out what your new job really is, you'll fall in line and start taking orders when they're given.
Lil Jon doesn't respond, rather he turns to the bartender and orders a beer. Hank Brown then appears at the entrance to the club and he spots Aaron. Hank walks up to the bar and orders himself a drink before turning his attention to Miles.
Aaron Miles: Didn't peg you as much of a night owl Brown.
Hank Brown: Sometimes you have to go where the story is.
Aaron Miles: You're expecting to find a story here? On what? The ineffectiveness of a middle aged wrestling interviewer's attempts to pick up women?
Hank Brown: Jokes? Coming from the guy wearing dark sunglasses in a barely lit nightclub.
Aaron Miles: I suggest getting to the point if you have one Brown.
Hank Brown: Last week everyone was waiting to here your explanation for why you decided to have your friend here lay out Switches The Clown and Lawnmower Jones while the referee was down during your contendership match. You didn't give one, so now I'm here to get it. What is up with this change in attitude all of the sudden?
Aaron Miles: First of all, I strongly suggest you watch your tone when you're talking to me or the only thing you're going to get is a busted jaw. Now, you want to know the reasoning for the change in attitude? It's simple. I don't give a fuck anymore. I was all about the fans, giving them the show they wanted even when it wasn't what I should have been doing, and it got me nowhere. So I decided the time was right for me to start worrying about me and me alone. And look what happened Hank, I'm suddenly the #1 contender for the TV Title. You think that was a coincidence? Hell no.
Hank Brown: The argument could be made that you had a hell of a lot of help in winning that title shot.
Aaron Miles: You think I couldn't have handled that greased up clown or fetish freak on my own? Fuck Hank, I'm Aaron Miles. I'm the god damn Epitome Of Cool. I can beat anyone, at anytime and at any place.
At that moment Lil Jon turns around, beer in hand, and eyes up a suddenly nervous Hank Brown. Aaron meanwhile has taken notice of a blonde wearing a top at least two sizes two small.
Aaron Miles: You two play nice. I've got work to do.
The scene fades out as Miles walks off, leaving Hank and Lil Jon alone at the bar.
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After being forced to wait a week I am finally being given the WCF Television Title match that I earned. And it couldn't have come at a time when it was more needed. We're living in a world right now where a man like Buzzsaw Bundy is being recognized as a champion. I don't know about you simpletons and peasents, but I cannot live in that kind of world. A man like Buzzsaw Bundy isn't fit to wash my dirty laundry, let alone walk around and be recognized as a champion of this company. This company, and that belt, deserve to be represented by a man that can bring credibility to it. A man that people can look at and say to themselves "now that's a champion". A man like myself.
Buzzsaw do you honestly even believe yourself to have any credibility whatsoever? You make a fool of yourself each week with the things you do, and then you walk off with that stupid grin on your face. Coupling yourself with common whores because you can't do better, what with that disgusting appearance. You should be ashamed of yourself Buzzsaw. Take a long hard look in the mirror and see what we see when we look at you.
And Vic, the former champion, you're no better than the man who beat you. In fact, I could spend all day coming up with the perfect insults to humiliate and belittle you, but I think I can do just that with one line.
You lost to Buzzsaw Bundy.
This Sunday night at Aftermath I will be leaving with the WCF Television Title wrapped around my waist. It's just that simple. I look at the two of you and I can see no threat. In my eyes the two of you are simply the scrapings from the bottom of the barrel who, if I weren't in this company, would be facing each other week after week because the people in charge simply have nothing else to do with you. It's just a crying shame that they had to muddy the prestigious history of the Television Title by giving either of you the chance to ever hold it. Don't get me wrong, I'm all for throwing the dog the occasional bone, but to reward either of you for the whole lot of nothing that you've accomplished is a disgrace. But that's all going to change. I'm going to win the TV Title and bring it back to it's original glory. I'm going to give the people and the company a credible champion once again. And the best part? I'm going to be able to do it fast enough to make last call.
See you at Aftermath bitches.
Bouncer: Look, I don't care how famous you claim your friend here is. If his name isn't on my list...
The bouncer holds up his clipboard for Lil Jon to see.
Bouncer:...then he isn't getting past this rope.
Lil Jon: Is that so?
Bouncer: Yes, that is so.
The bouncer turns his back to Lil Jon and engages in a discussion with someone on the other end of his headset. Lil Jon looks to Aaron, who gives him only a nod of the head. Lil Jon then turns and grabs the bouncer by the shoulder before spinning him around. Lil Jon then drops the bouncer with a stiff punch to the jaw. Aaron steps forward, unfastens the velvet rope and steps over the bouncer's body before entering the club. Lil Jon reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out one of Aaron's pamphlets. He lays it on the bouncer's chest and then walks into the club. The cameraman follows the pair inside and is met with the combination of deafening club music and blindingly bright laser lights. A sea of people are crowding the dance floor, moving about to the latest club mix. Miles simply shakes his head at the simpletons and heads to the bar where he orders a shot of Jack Daniels and a Captain and Coke. He downs the shot and then turns his attention back to the crowd, drink in hand, as Lil Jon walks up beside him.
Aaron Miles: Next time use a little bit more subtlety.
Lil Jon: You hired me to handle situations. You don't like my methods then I suggest doing your own dirty work.
Aaron Miles: And might I suggest that if you don't want your parole officer finding out what your new job really is, you'll fall in line and start taking orders when they're given.
Lil Jon doesn't respond, rather he turns to the bartender and orders a beer. Hank Brown then appears at the entrance to the club and he spots Aaron. Hank walks up to the bar and orders himself a drink before turning his attention to Miles.
Aaron Miles: Didn't peg you as much of a night owl Brown.
Hank Brown: Sometimes you have to go where the story is.
Aaron Miles: You're expecting to find a story here? On what? The ineffectiveness of a middle aged wrestling interviewer's attempts to pick up women?
Hank Brown: Jokes? Coming from the guy wearing dark sunglasses in a barely lit nightclub.
Aaron Miles: I suggest getting to the point if you have one Brown.
Hank Brown: Last week everyone was waiting to here your explanation for why you decided to have your friend here lay out Switches The Clown and Lawnmower Jones while the referee was down during your contendership match. You didn't give one, so now I'm here to get it. What is up with this change in attitude all of the sudden?
Aaron Miles: First of all, I strongly suggest you watch your tone when you're talking to me or the only thing you're going to get is a busted jaw. Now, you want to know the reasoning for the change in attitude? It's simple. I don't give a fuck anymore. I was all about the fans, giving them the show they wanted even when it wasn't what I should have been doing, and it got me nowhere. So I decided the time was right for me to start worrying about me and me alone. And look what happened Hank, I'm suddenly the #1 contender for the TV Title. You think that was a coincidence? Hell no.
Hank Brown: The argument could be made that you had a hell of a lot of help in winning that title shot.
Aaron Miles: You think I couldn't have handled that greased up clown or fetish freak on my own? Fuck Hank, I'm Aaron Miles. I'm the god damn Epitome Of Cool. I can beat anyone, at anytime and at any place.
At that moment Lil Jon turns around, beer in hand, and eyes up a suddenly nervous Hank Brown. Aaron meanwhile has taken notice of a blonde wearing a top at least two sizes two small.
Aaron Miles: You two play nice. I've got work to do.
The scene fades out as Miles walks off, leaving Hank and Lil Jon alone at the bar.
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After being forced to wait a week I am finally being given the WCF Television Title match that I earned. And it couldn't have come at a time when it was more needed. We're living in a world right now where a man like Buzzsaw Bundy is being recognized as a champion. I don't know about you simpletons and peasents, but I cannot live in that kind of world. A man like Buzzsaw Bundy isn't fit to wash my dirty laundry, let alone walk around and be recognized as a champion of this company. This company, and that belt, deserve to be represented by a man that can bring credibility to it. A man that people can look at and say to themselves "now that's a champion". A man like myself.
Buzzsaw do you honestly even believe yourself to have any credibility whatsoever? You make a fool of yourself each week with the things you do, and then you walk off with that stupid grin on your face. Coupling yourself with common whores because you can't do better, what with that disgusting appearance. You should be ashamed of yourself Buzzsaw. Take a long hard look in the mirror and see what we see when we look at you.
And Vic, the former champion, you're no better than the man who beat you. In fact, I could spend all day coming up with the perfect insults to humiliate and belittle you, but I think I can do just that with one line.
You lost to Buzzsaw Bundy.
This Sunday night at Aftermath I will be leaving with the WCF Television Title wrapped around my waist. It's just that simple. I look at the two of you and I can see no threat. In my eyes the two of you are simply the scrapings from the bottom of the barrel who, if I weren't in this company, would be facing each other week after week because the people in charge simply have nothing else to do with you. It's just a crying shame that they had to muddy the prestigious history of the Television Title by giving either of you the chance to ever hold it. Don't get me wrong, I'm all for throwing the dog the occasional bone, but to reward either of you for the whole lot of nothing that you've accomplished is a disgrace. But that's all going to change. I'm going to win the TV Title and bring it back to it's original glory. I'm going to give the people and the company a credible champion once again. And the best part? I'm going to be able to do it fast enough to make last call.
See you at Aftermath bitches.
