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Blood of my Blood

JBooher

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**Fade in.....

The two broken pieces of a skateboard lie on the floor. The camera pans up to see Lance Liezure lying on a bed, fuming. The doctor is standing over him applying the final bandage to Lance's forehead.**


Doctor: Okay. That looks to be about it.

**The doctor turns and exits out of the door. Lance sits up and leans over to grab the remnants of his broken board. As he does, a smirk comes across his face. He looks up into the camera.**

Lance: Ya' really did a number on me. I don't even know who the hell you are or even why....but you really got me. That was a really good job you did, it really was. I've just sat here for the past thiry minutes having every little board splinter removed from my forehead. I don't know why you chose ME. To come into the ring then take MY skateboard and hit ME in the head with it, then drop ME with a DDT. Though, once I got here to the hospital to get my six stitches someone informed me that your name is Nate Logan, otherwise known as 'Zero'.

But I hear you, Nate, say that we here at the CSWA don't know the meaning of street fight? That we don't know what hardcore means? What extreme means? That YOU need to educate us?? Did you see the match a couple after mine, Eli and Troy? Do you think THEY don't know the meaning of those words? Then, Nate, you have the audacity to say that I am an elitest prick! Now THAT is where you screwed up. Nate, man, it wasn't my fault that I wasn't able to delight the fans with an all-out, amzing, gory, bloody street fight. It was that no-talent JJ DeVille. I did my best to pound him around the arena and it wasn't MY bar that wasn't raised to par because I tried to give the fans their money worth in that match when I THRASHED the hell out of JJ, but you can't really give a good show when your opponent doesn't even FIGHT BACK! Now if I were to have someone such as, say, YOU, as an opponent, then I might be able to show them just what I can do.

But, ya' know, Nate, you were right about one thing in your whole 30 second "bore-ade", and that was when you told the fans that you were going to be the 'zero' of the CSWA. And as of right now, Nate, I am making it my personal mission to ensure that you stay just that, Mr. Logan. You've lit the fire, now let's see if you can put it out.....that is.....if you're up for the challenge......

**Lance gathers up the last few pieces of board that remains, turns, and walks out of the door as we.....

Fade to black!!**
 
J

JPenley

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Bored and Extremely Dangerous

The shot fades into a grim, stark looking cityscape at dusk. The skyscrapers crawl toward the heavens like glowing obelisks in the smoggy haze of the metropolis, dimly shining in the fading sun.

A small brick tenement stands near the edge of the camera, with a black iron fire escape clinging to it like a skeletal serpent, enveloping the building in its coils.

Standing on the fire escape, looking out toward the city is a man. As the camera zooms in, it begins to register his features. He's a fairly tall man, clad in a pair of torn blue jeans, a tight black t-shirt, and a ripped denim jacket under a worn leather jacket. His chin length dark blonde hair falls haphazardly over either side of his face as he looks into the camera.


Logan: You have to understand something, Lance. I don't hate you. I don't have a score to settle with you. I'm not an enigmatic figure from your past. I haven't come for revenge. I don't hate you.

Logan spits off the side of the fire escape and snarls back to the camera.

Logan: I HATE what you STAND FOR! You are the epitome of the CSWA wrestler! You get handed your paycheck and off you go to the mall to buy baggy shorts so you can pretend that you had it so rough! You've had everything HANDED to you in your life! You DON'T KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE! You don't know what it's like to get s*** on by everyone you know. You don't know what it's like to sleep in a gutter! I've been kicked around and forgotten more times than you've been to the half-pipe, my friend. You don't know what it's like.

Nate Logan composes himself, wiping a strand of hair out of his face.

Logan: Believe it or not...I'm here to help you. I'm here to teach you. All of you. I will teach every last person here if I have to, what it means to be hardcore. You can talk about cage matches all you want, Lance, but that's not hardcore. That's two guys pushing forty locked in a tin box.

Logan pauses once more before leaning forward into the camera.

Logan: And Lance, about your challenge...any time...any match...any WHERE. And you WILL know the meaning of X-Treme.

Fade out
 

JBooher

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RE: Bored and Extremely Dangerous

**Fade in.....

The final shot of Logan's scene fades off as the camera pans back to see it on a big screen TV. Change views to see Liezure clad in huge Kik Wear Jeans and his trademark white wifebeater with the two pieces of broken board laying in his lap. He is laid back in a sleek, black, leather recliner watching the last of what the man known as Nate Logan has just revealed to the CSWA fans.**


Lance: Ha! Nate, why don't you tell us something we DON'T know! I've had it easy?! Well....duh! Look around me. (Holds arms out and looks around the room at his pictures, paintings, and trohpies) I've got it made, my man. I have nothing to worry about it life. If I never worked another day in the CSWA I'd be rich until the day I die. But ya' know, Nate, that's not what matters to me anymore. I worked my ass off for the longest time to get all of this....now I could give a damn less about it.

**Lance leans forward, raises his hand into the air and slams it down onto the solid glass coffee table in front of him, shattering it. He raises it back up and looks at his hand as the blood begins to trickle down his wrist.**

Lance: Because, ya' know, Nate, there was once a time when I didn't have all this. Now granted I never slept in a gutter... I don't know what it's like to be kicked around and forgotten, but I didn't live like THIS! It wasn't easy working to get here in life, but I did work for it. And it was those feelings I remember that made me revert back into my style of living whenever I didn't worry about impressing everyone, when my hair was the LEAST of my worries.

This is the real Lance Liezure. If you don't think he can be hardcore then you have a real problem. This is when I am most free! I can do anything I want, regret-free. So don't lie to these great fans and say that we here at the CSWA don't know hardcore.

And about the challenge, I'll leave that to the higher-ups here to decide when we should battle this out to see who is right whenever they see fit.

But when we step into that ring...and I give you the THRASHING of a lifetime.....you'll know.....

**Close-up of Lance's face as we....

Fade to Black!!!**
 

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