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Shadowboss
(FADEIN: Black)
MERRITT: (V/O) "In the meantime, you’ve got Eddie Mayfield trying to keep me out of my own arena, Mike Randalls still trying to prove that he’s gone from hungry wolf to pretty little bird...Doesn’t look like the ‘old blood’ is faring that well, does it? Oh well, we’ll see if they can step it up as the stakes get higher..."
(CUTTO: PRIMETIME ATLANTA - NAMI/RANDALLS, the camera CUTS over the shoulders of the announcers to NEXT to a station next to CSWAVision, 10-12 feet high in the air, light equipment underneath. A bloodied Mike Randalls comes stumbling out, still handcuffed; looking like an alien his face is so red. He balances on a guardrail beneath him.)
SB: AND NOW LOOK!
(Tsunami, bloodied, also comes stumbling out, growling, barbed-wire bat in his hand.)
BB: HE’S TRYING TO KILL RANDALLS!
(Tsunami has the bat in both his hands and takes a step back to charge.)
BB: NOOOO!!!!!!!!!!
(The crowd goes completely silent. Dead silent as what they see appears in slow-mo. Tsunami charges but Randalls drops down, propelling Tsunami over the railing, flying out of control, landing back-first in a sea of cables, television equipment and concrete, bat somehow falling across his chest.)
BB:…
SB:…
CROWD:… (the crowd is dead, then…) YOU KILLED HIM! YOU KILLED HIM!
BB: LOOK! NOOOO! THIS IS GOING TO KILL HIM!!!!
(Mike Randalls, still handcuffed, stands up… blood everywhere. He looks down and steps up to the railing and flips forward… landing chest first onto the barbed wire bat that is draped across Tsunami.)
CROWD: THEY’RE BOTH DEAD! THEY’RE BOTH DEAD!
BB: Medics! Medics! Get out here NOW!
(A whole crew of people flood out, including referee Ben Worthington. Randalls somehow lifts his head up and just stares at him. Worthington, completely freaked out of his mind, gets down.)
BB: RANDALLS WANTS WORTHINGTON TO COUNT! ONNNNEEE!!! TWOOOO!!! THREEE!!!! RANDALLS WANTED TO WIN THIS MATCH! AND HE JUST DID! BUT AT WHAT COST! BOTH MEN ARE OUT! BOTH MEN ARE HURT! GET THEM OUT OF HERE! GET THEM TO THE HOSPITAL!
(CUTTO: Medics getting backboards and a cop with a skeleton key fiddles with Randalls wrist, uncuffing him. The crowd is just going ape. Tsunami is on a backboard, moaning in pain. Randalls gets placed on a backboard but as he’s being rushed holds one hand up in the air in victory.)
CROWD: RAND ALLLS! RAND ALLLS!
(BLACK)
"In a world where accusations are flying in the face of unsupporting evidence, its comforting to know that the physical extertion I put forth in the ring still goes unrespected by a man I've had to work with for ten years."
(FADEIN: 'The Wolf' MIKE RANDALLS sitting atop ring turnbuckles in an empty arena. He's wearing a black 'Alias' t-shirt: tSC style, ripped blue jeans, a brown cowboy hat and shades. As the cameras focuses on 'The Wolf,' he removes his shades letting the audience catch his emerald eyes in a serious, hardened stare.)
RANDALLS: "Maybe that's why I don't care what happens to me in your federation, Chad. Maybe that's why I chose to take off the mask of the Phoenix in the Squared Circle. Its not so much that what you've said, offends me. Its the fact that your eyes are so blind to the world around you that arguing against your overexposed lack of intelligence doesn't make me a greater person, or bring me closer to the goal I've set in my LIFE, let alone my career in the CSWA - which if it ended tomorrow would no doubt shadow your beloved Hornet's, if you ask some fans of this joint. Most notably, the IMPORTANT ones."
"You don't have to like me, Chad."
"You don't have to endorse me."
"But think before you start talking about this pretty bird. Watch the last two wrestling shows in Atlanta, Georgia - whether its your telecast or the tSC PPV. There's one thing in common, there's only one thing to know. Win or lose - NOBODY wrestles in that ring as hard nor as hungry as myself."
"Your fingerprints are off this league, except for the two days you show up in the office to give Teri Melton her rectal examination and to post some 'smart' column of yours onto the wire. Maybe you think the new blood can take care of the old blood, you just remember one thing..."
"I'm as young as your new blood and I've already proven what I can do with the old blood."
"Now, Christian Sands...I'm sure, you've watched the last five minutes of this videotape from wherever you are, already convinced that my lack of attention to yourself in this matter is already an advantage in your corner."
"And I ask you for once, not to sell yourself so short. I'm not Hornet, Sands...I've finally learned not to let my ego back myself into a corner I won't be able to fight out of. I'm not Dan Ryan, therefore I won't be playing any mindgames until we get in that ring."
"I've studied you since the moment you signed that open contract, weeks ago. I'll admit that I'm intrigued by your competitive nature and how your lack of self-confidence plays against it. I know that you're big and strong, but that isn't the way you like to play the game in the ring. You have your strengths, but they aren't enough for you mentally. Therefore, your weaknesses slip in - showing themselves in your match against Hornet."
"I'm not going to tell you to expect anything epic, Sands. If you have as much in the tank as Tsunami, you've got a shot at winning. But if you've only got alot in the mouth...that doesn't mean much. Seeing as how you were unwilling to face Hornet on even ground, I now know what you'd be willing to do to win this match. Will you get help? I don't know. That's your choice, I hope you choose wisely."
"Cause you're not dealing with Hornet or Ryan, you're not dealing with 'old blood,' you're dealing with a man that will stop at nothing in that ring to make sure the world gets the fight it deserves."
"If you choose to rob that, if you choose to fight against it...understand that the stakes will raise higher, much like they did in my match against Tsunami."
"Its your risk to take, but its one I promise you won't survive. Consider that your first, last and final warning. You may find yourself asking what to expect from Mike Randalls...well, expect everything and anything..."
"Cause what you give is what you'll get out of this, Sands...and all I'm trying to get is SALVATION."
(BLACK)
"You cannot see what you cannot fight, and you do not see the light."
MERRITT: (V/O) "In the meantime, you’ve got Eddie Mayfield trying to keep me out of my own arena, Mike Randalls still trying to prove that he’s gone from hungry wolf to pretty little bird...Doesn’t look like the ‘old blood’ is faring that well, does it? Oh well, we’ll see if they can step it up as the stakes get higher..."
(CUTTO: PRIMETIME ATLANTA - NAMI/RANDALLS, the camera CUTS over the shoulders of the announcers to NEXT to a station next to CSWAVision, 10-12 feet high in the air, light equipment underneath. A bloodied Mike Randalls comes stumbling out, still handcuffed; looking like an alien his face is so red. He balances on a guardrail beneath him.)
SB: AND NOW LOOK!
(Tsunami, bloodied, also comes stumbling out, growling, barbed-wire bat in his hand.)
BB: HE’S TRYING TO KILL RANDALLS!
(Tsunami has the bat in both his hands and takes a step back to charge.)
BB: NOOOO!!!!!!!!!!
(The crowd goes completely silent. Dead silent as what they see appears in slow-mo. Tsunami charges but Randalls drops down, propelling Tsunami over the railing, flying out of control, landing back-first in a sea of cables, television equipment and concrete, bat somehow falling across his chest.)
BB:…
SB:…
CROWD:… (the crowd is dead, then…) YOU KILLED HIM! YOU KILLED HIM!
BB: LOOK! NOOOO! THIS IS GOING TO KILL HIM!!!!
(Mike Randalls, still handcuffed, stands up… blood everywhere. He looks down and steps up to the railing and flips forward… landing chest first onto the barbed wire bat that is draped across Tsunami.)
CROWD: THEY’RE BOTH DEAD! THEY’RE BOTH DEAD!
BB: Medics! Medics! Get out here NOW!
(A whole crew of people flood out, including referee Ben Worthington. Randalls somehow lifts his head up and just stares at him. Worthington, completely freaked out of his mind, gets down.)
BB: RANDALLS WANTS WORTHINGTON TO COUNT! ONNNNEEE!!! TWOOOO!!! THREEE!!!! RANDALLS WANTED TO WIN THIS MATCH! AND HE JUST DID! BUT AT WHAT COST! BOTH MEN ARE OUT! BOTH MEN ARE HURT! GET THEM OUT OF HERE! GET THEM TO THE HOSPITAL!
(CUTTO: Medics getting backboards and a cop with a skeleton key fiddles with Randalls wrist, uncuffing him. The crowd is just going ape. Tsunami is on a backboard, moaning in pain. Randalls gets placed on a backboard but as he’s being rushed holds one hand up in the air in victory.)
CROWD: RAND ALLLS! RAND ALLLS!
(BLACK)
"In a world where accusations are flying in the face of unsupporting evidence, its comforting to know that the physical extertion I put forth in the ring still goes unrespected by a man I've had to work with for ten years."
(FADEIN: 'The Wolf' MIKE RANDALLS sitting atop ring turnbuckles in an empty arena. He's wearing a black 'Alias' t-shirt: tSC style, ripped blue jeans, a brown cowboy hat and shades. As the cameras focuses on 'The Wolf,' he removes his shades letting the audience catch his emerald eyes in a serious, hardened stare.)
RANDALLS: "Maybe that's why I don't care what happens to me in your federation, Chad. Maybe that's why I chose to take off the mask of the Phoenix in the Squared Circle. Its not so much that what you've said, offends me. Its the fact that your eyes are so blind to the world around you that arguing against your overexposed lack of intelligence doesn't make me a greater person, or bring me closer to the goal I've set in my LIFE, let alone my career in the CSWA - which if it ended tomorrow would no doubt shadow your beloved Hornet's, if you ask some fans of this joint. Most notably, the IMPORTANT ones."
"You don't have to like me, Chad."
"You don't have to endorse me."
"But think before you start talking about this pretty bird. Watch the last two wrestling shows in Atlanta, Georgia - whether its your telecast or the tSC PPV. There's one thing in common, there's only one thing to know. Win or lose - NOBODY wrestles in that ring as hard nor as hungry as myself."
"Your fingerprints are off this league, except for the two days you show up in the office to give Teri Melton her rectal examination and to post some 'smart' column of yours onto the wire. Maybe you think the new blood can take care of the old blood, you just remember one thing..."
"I'm as young as your new blood and I've already proven what I can do with the old blood."
"Now, Christian Sands...I'm sure, you've watched the last five minutes of this videotape from wherever you are, already convinced that my lack of attention to yourself in this matter is already an advantage in your corner."
"And I ask you for once, not to sell yourself so short. I'm not Hornet, Sands...I've finally learned not to let my ego back myself into a corner I won't be able to fight out of. I'm not Dan Ryan, therefore I won't be playing any mindgames until we get in that ring."
"I've studied you since the moment you signed that open contract, weeks ago. I'll admit that I'm intrigued by your competitive nature and how your lack of self-confidence plays against it. I know that you're big and strong, but that isn't the way you like to play the game in the ring. You have your strengths, but they aren't enough for you mentally. Therefore, your weaknesses slip in - showing themselves in your match against Hornet."
"I'm not going to tell you to expect anything epic, Sands. If you have as much in the tank as Tsunami, you've got a shot at winning. But if you've only got alot in the mouth...that doesn't mean much. Seeing as how you were unwilling to face Hornet on even ground, I now know what you'd be willing to do to win this match. Will you get help? I don't know. That's your choice, I hope you choose wisely."
"Cause you're not dealing with Hornet or Ryan, you're not dealing with 'old blood,' you're dealing with a man that will stop at nothing in that ring to make sure the world gets the fight it deserves."
"If you choose to rob that, if you choose to fight against it...understand that the stakes will raise higher, much like they did in my match against Tsunami."
"Its your risk to take, but its one I promise you won't survive. Consider that your first, last and final warning. You may find yourself asking what to expect from Mike Randalls...well, expect everything and anything..."
"Cause what you give is what you'll get out of this, Sands...and all I'm trying to get is SALVATION."
(BLACK)
"You cannot see what you cannot fight, and you do not see the light."