Re: SLAMTRACK 5: Kid Koala & The Second Coming v. Russ Spackler & Ivan Dalkichev
CUE UP: "Allegro con Fuoco", the fourth movement of Antonin Dvořák's "New World Symphony"
(We fade in on the sight of "THE LAST TITAN" IVAN DALKICHEV, an unlucky sparring partner clenched in his mighty grasp, floating gracefully downward toward the canvas in super slow-motion. Flesh RIPPLES upon impact over a powerslam, the speed of the footage perfectly catching the AGONY upon the opponent's face as four-hundred pounds of destruction presses down on his chest. Slowly, like an abyssal giant rising from the sea, the sweat-drenched Crimson Colossus rises back to his feet, stone-faced gaze burning down on his victim... then he looks off to the ringside.)
(Cut to NATHAN FEAR, standing near the apron, wearing the smile of a czar as he basks in the glory of his creation. He glances to his right and makes a gesture with his hand... and when the camera pans over, we can see a line of random local wrestlers, dressed for the ring but looking understandably hesitant. The next man up takes a large gulp as he gingerly slides into the ring. He gets to his feet... and immediately SQUELCHES as Ivan's massive hand shoots in and grips him by the neck!)
(We cut back to fear and the line of wrestlers, just as the SLAM from the impact in the ring can be heard off camera. The local ham-and-eggers wince, while Fear closes his eyes and lets out a sigh of satisfaction. The sound of the weak hitting the mat is like music to his ears.)
"Mr. Fear!"
(All at once, his expression melts as an older, bespectacled man in a doctor's coat hurries into the shot, taking the businessman by the arm by one hand while brandishing a mess of papers in the other. Fear quickly removes his grip and brushes off the sleeve of his onyx-black suit.)
Nathan Fear
Doctor Levy... shouldn't you be down in the lab?
Doctor Levy
Uhh, didn't you tell me to come to you with the test results as soon as I have them?
Nathan Fear
Whatever, I don't have the time to argue on meaningless details... just give me the results.
(The doctor's brow furrows with worry as he reshuffles a few papers and finds one which he quickly scans over.)
Doctor Levy
Let's see, uh... his cardio and adrenal level have gone through the roof... and there's a pronounced increase in muscle mass... and --
(He's cut off by another deafening THUD as another body hits the canvas. Fear gestures to the next guy in line, who is noticeably pale as he goes into the ring.)
Nathan Fear
...and?
Doctor Levy
Well... according to the psychological evaluation of the exam, he's showing an increase in aggression and hostility. I almost couldn't get the whole way through the test, because by the fifth question, he was already threatening to rip my head off.
Nathan Fear
Everything you're telling me is great news, Doctor... yet you seem very agitated.
Doctor Levy
I'm not sure how you could call this "great"! This... rather unorthodox training and conditioning procedure of yours is having drastic effects on his body! The intensive physical exercises... the ... not to mention, those dubious "vitamin supplements" from overseas that you keep forcing into him. No regular man could be expected to survive this under normal conditions...
(SLAM! The wrestles wince... Fear smiles, completely unphased by the physician's concerns.)
Nathan Fear
Then it's a good thing Ivan is no regular man...
Doctor Levy
Bah... well, he seems to be adapting to it for now, but if you keep pushing his limits in this way, then I can't guarantee the outcome of his long-term health!
Nathan Fear
If that's really the case, then maybe it's time I find myself a new doctor.
(Doctor Levy bristles, holding back on an angry outburst.)
Doctor Levy
You called ME for my consultation... and I'm giving you my professional opinion!
Nathan Fear
I called YOU because you were supposed to be the best nutrition and bodybuilding doctor in all of Chicago, and I need a man of your expertise to ensure that a man of abnormally large size reaches his ABSOLUTE full potential! So far, you've proven that you can at least perform your job... but I'm not paying you to dictate the direction of this project. Understand that I am FULLY AWARE of the "risks", and have taken them into account. That being said... we continue moving forward.
Slamtrack 5 is only days away... and I need him to be in PRIME condition when he's in the ring for the main event. I need him to be UNSTOPPABLE, as he carves a path of conquest to the final round of the Red Crown Tournament. Although I think many would agree... this "tournament" is a pointless formality. This city, and the fans of this pissant indie league called Red Line Wrestling, have already seen enough of "The Last Titan" in action to understand that he is UNDISPUTED greatest athlete in the locker room!
But even with this being a tag team contest, I have a hunch that Ivan will be forced to carry the deadweight of his opponent through much of the match... although I'm sure he'd be fit to compete on his own, should it be necessary. Those nameless punks standing across the ring... some, Kangaroo Man... and another mouthy girl, like that pesky Go-Go Spectacular... they don't stand a CHANCE against the Raging Russian! Ivan Dalkichev is only two TITANIC strides away from becoming the first Red Crown Champion... and once the throne is his, the rest of the world will finally take notice!
(An ANGUISHED MOAN fills the room, cut off by ANOTHER deafening thud. The line of local talent has come down to two guys. As Fear gestures for the next man, they exchange a glance, look back into the ring, and quickly opt out with a shake of their head. Annoyed, Fear dismisses them, and turns his attention back to the doctor.)
Nathan Fear
Now, without all the other crap I'm in no mind to hear about... just give me your "professional opinion" as to whether or not he's fit enough to accomplish this come Slamtrack 5.
(Doctor Levy bites his lip angrily.)
Doctor Levy
...he's fit, alright. Fit to take on an entire
army... much less two wrestlers.
Nathan Fear
That's good to hear. Now, if you would be so kind... get back to work, or stop wasting my money and time and get the fuck out of here.
(Fear and Levy stare each other down in a long, tense moment. Finally, the doctors groans in frustration as he heads back to the door where he came from.)
Doctor Levy
I'll be in the lab then... because SOMEBODY has to give a damn about that man's life!
(Fear smiles his lupine smile as he watches the doctor go. No longer having a train of inferior-sized sparring partners at his disposal, Ivan has exited the ring, and joins his manager. Fear clenches his fist and looks intently up into his pupil's eyes.)
Nathan Fear
The time is COMING, Ivan... I can feel it... and I know YOU can feel it too. Everything we've worked for up until now... everything we've been through since I first found you back in Japan all those years ago, being weighed down by that miserable little goat-shit... it's all culminated to THIS.
YOUR MOMENT, Ivan...
(Dalkichev's cold, Siberian tundra-blue eyes stare off into space... envisioning his moment of glory.)
Nathan Fear
The WORLD will be shaken by your impact! You're going to break expectations... you're going to break RECORDS... and most important of all...
...you're going to break BODIES.
Many... MANY bodies...
(Fear chuckles sadistically as he pats Ivan's cheek... and the camera fades to an angry shade of RED!)