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Shadowboss
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Jul-19-02 AT 10:18 PM (EDT)] FADEIN: A local gym, somwhere in the USA. 'COCKY' CRAIG MILES is in the ring with a sparring opponent. The opponent bounces off the ropes and misses a running clothesline - on the rebound MILES catches the man with his patented 'COCKY' LINE. The man doesn't get up and the only sounds you hear are clapping - the camera pans in the applauder's direction showing 'HOT PROPERTY' EDDIE MAYFIELD with a towel over his shoulder, looking like he's been working out all day...
MAYFIELD: "Yo Miles - I'm gonna hit the showers, why don't you lay down some science for the kids back home..."
MAYFIELD tosses his towel perfectly into a hamper and walks off camera. The lens turns and focues back on MILES who with the help of several trainers help a dazed and confused kid out of the ring...
MILES (talking to the trainers): "Get everyone out of here, I want quiet on the set..."
The trainers aid the kid back to the locker room, meanwhile, MILES hops out of the ring and delves into his gym bag - pulling out a pack of Newport Menthols. MILES pulls one out and places it on his lips - unlit.
MILES: "I know, I know - a Professional cutting a promo in a gym, its quite UNPROFESSIONAL you would say? Well, I'm not gonna lie to you - right now in the PEE-ARE-OH camp we are (BLEEP!)IN' pissed off. If you've watched CSWA TV the past couple of months you MUST be dying inside - knowing that the CSWA has done EVERYTHING in its power to hold down the PEE-ARE-OHs. First, it started off with Adler & Co. trying to take me out PERMANENTLY just a week before a big match. Then, not ONCE...but TWICE all TRUE fans of wrestling sank into deep depression as SIMPLY STUNNING lied, cheated, stole, hell you name it - just to avoid losing those tag titles to the PEE-ARE-OHs. I've seen them dredge up two fossils to blindside us in a cage, I've been given over a thousand volts of electricity in my body. Simply Stunning - your FACES of all that is GOOD in the world are nothin', but two COWARDS that are SPINELESS! DI(BLEEP!)LESS! PUSS(BLEEP!)S! Then just a couple of nights ago, we watched my boy EDDIE get hosed, robbed and screwed out of a World Title match he had WON more than once. I don't know what the (BLEEP!)in' CSWA motto stands for, but I hope it includes the word (BLEEP!)in' HYPOCRISY."
MILES pulls a lighter out of his bag and lights his cig...
MILES: "So now, we really don't have a choice in the steps we take at Fish Fund. Me and Eddie, we've tried to play by the rules the BEST we could. (MILES takes a drag...) We're no angels, I'll be the first to admit that - but you don't see us pulling referees out of the ring, you don't see us running in on matches that are NOT ours. We tried to play it cool, we tried to play PROFESSIONALLY - but now we don't give a sh-(BLEEP!) anymore. At Fish Fund, NOTHING is gonna be cool about what we do. We don't care WHO you are, WHERE you are, or WHAT you're doing. If your name isn't MAYFIELD or MILES, you might as well paint a red bullseye on your (BLEEP!)in' chest. (MILES takes a drag...) We've got a laundry list of offenders against us and we intend to make their nights ONE (BLEEP!)IN' LIVING HELL. It starts with the Exit to Eden Match, and it ONLY will end when Marvin cues the credits to roll. If you've screwed a PEE-ARE-OH, you better PRAY we don't see you. If you've cheated a PEE-ARE-OH, you better BELIEVE that at Fish Fund - whatever PRIZE you EYE, just became IMPOSSIBLE. For 6 months, we've been robbed and jobbed on a weekly basis - at Fish Fund those of you that have found it amusing, satisfying and gratifying to INTRUDE on our space...(MILES takes a deep drag of his cigarette and lets out an evil grin) prepare for a PROFESSIONAL INTRUSION."
(FTB)
MAYFIELD: "Yo Miles - I'm gonna hit the showers, why don't you lay down some science for the kids back home..."
MAYFIELD tosses his towel perfectly into a hamper and walks off camera. The lens turns and focues back on MILES who with the help of several trainers help a dazed and confused kid out of the ring...
MILES (talking to the trainers): "Get everyone out of here, I want quiet on the set..."
The trainers aid the kid back to the locker room, meanwhile, MILES hops out of the ring and delves into his gym bag - pulling out a pack of Newport Menthols. MILES pulls one out and places it on his lips - unlit.
MILES: "I know, I know - a Professional cutting a promo in a gym, its quite UNPROFESSIONAL you would say? Well, I'm not gonna lie to you - right now in the PEE-ARE-OH camp we are (BLEEP!)IN' pissed off. If you've watched CSWA TV the past couple of months you MUST be dying inside - knowing that the CSWA has done EVERYTHING in its power to hold down the PEE-ARE-OHs. First, it started off with Adler & Co. trying to take me out PERMANENTLY just a week before a big match. Then, not ONCE...but TWICE all TRUE fans of wrestling sank into deep depression as SIMPLY STUNNING lied, cheated, stole, hell you name it - just to avoid losing those tag titles to the PEE-ARE-OHs. I've seen them dredge up two fossils to blindside us in a cage, I've been given over a thousand volts of electricity in my body. Simply Stunning - your FACES of all that is GOOD in the world are nothin', but two COWARDS that are SPINELESS! DI(BLEEP!)LESS! PUSS(BLEEP!)S! Then just a couple of nights ago, we watched my boy EDDIE get hosed, robbed and screwed out of a World Title match he had WON more than once. I don't know what the (BLEEP!)in' CSWA motto stands for, but I hope it includes the word (BLEEP!)in' HYPOCRISY."
MILES pulls a lighter out of his bag and lights his cig...
MILES: "So now, we really don't have a choice in the steps we take at Fish Fund. Me and Eddie, we've tried to play by the rules the BEST we could. (MILES takes a drag...) We're no angels, I'll be the first to admit that - but you don't see us pulling referees out of the ring, you don't see us running in on matches that are NOT ours. We tried to play it cool, we tried to play PROFESSIONALLY - but now we don't give a sh-(BLEEP!) anymore. At Fish Fund, NOTHING is gonna be cool about what we do. We don't care WHO you are, WHERE you are, or WHAT you're doing. If your name isn't MAYFIELD or MILES, you might as well paint a red bullseye on your (BLEEP!)in' chest. (MILES takes a drag...) We've got a laundry list of offenders against us and we intend to make their nights ONE (BLEEP!)IN' LIVING HELL. It starts with the Exit to Eden Match, and it ONLY will end when Marvin cues the credits to roll. If you've screwed a PEE-ARE-OH, you better PRAY we don't see you. If you've cheated a PEE-ARE-OH, you better BELIEVE that at Fish Fund - whatever PRIZE you EYE, just became IMPOSSIBLE. For 6 months, we've been robbed and jobbed on a weekly basis - at Fish Fund those of you that have found it amusing, satisfying and gratifying to INTRUDE on our space...(MILES takes a deep drag of his cigarette and lets out an evil grin) prepare for a PROFESSIONAL INTRUSION."
(FTB)