UNLEASHED: Lane Stone vs. Ken Cloverleaf
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John Doe
The Anorexic Ethiopian
FADEIN….
FADEIN…
1845HRS
Chicago, IL
A’s Restaurant on Narragansett and Irving Park Ave. Chicago, IL. We start in the back where the cooks are at. The cameras start to walk toward the dining area as we move from booth to booth. We stop at a table where Lane stone sits. Sunglasses on top of his head. A nice grilled chicken breast in from of his face. He looks up after taking a bite and smiles.
STONE:
“Can you believe the expectation level for wrestlers these days. I mean come on. They are over rated and they ain’t doing nothing to impress anymore. They run around bumping into walls like a flock of damned lemmings. And to top off the sundae they don’t know nothing about how to make a man tap.”
“That’s why I was hired, to show some cats the ropes.”
“Some cats, like Priest. See men like Priest don’t need to have matches to prove a point. They don’t need to hop in the ring to beat ya’. They just go to the back, play scratch n’ sniff with Dan Ryan’s dick and get what they want.
“Don’t get me wrong. I’m not complaining over the fact Priest ducked me out. I am complaining that I had to waste energy in the ring with the reach around gangs height challenged friend.”
”I do recall he has a skull fracture after that shot to the head. I’m not bragging or nothing. I’m just stating a point, this Priest guy goes out of his way just to duck me and what does he get?”
“Nothing…”
“He started exactly where he left off, with an ass kicking and a maybe a black eye. Now I seemed to find myself hoping right along into the pay per view. The reason why I am going into the pay per view is because I wanted another match.”
“Well, I wanted a REAL challenge, a challenge Priest can’t provide for me. So I requested a little difficulty this week. That challenge is one of my personal favorites, Ken Cloverleaf. And tagging along to witness a real wrestling match is Steven Shane.”
“Allow me the chance to introduce myself Ken. I am Lane, I am a National Shoot fighting champion, Ken. I make people tap for a living. One Shot One Kill, Ken. That’s what I live by. You may see EPW or any wrestling corporation as the top of the peak. Well Ken, I have been at a peak higher than EPW, no offense to the company, and I am here to show some guys what it’s like to compete with the best.”
“And that is the problem with wrestling too. People already think they are the best. Well ya don’t know Jack until jack bites ya’ in the ass. People talk all this crap and don’t have the balls to back it up. Guess what…”
“I got the balls to back it up.”
“I have all the records to back it up. I’m gonna lock in the Lane to Fame and SNAP YOUR GOD DAMN NECK! Take notes it may save yourself from sitting in a wheel chair the rest of your life.”
“You wouldn’t be the first Ken I made have to eat outta feeding tube the rest of ya’ life. Trust me, you won’t be the last neither. And if I have to destroy every last bone in your body….well so be Ken.”
(He flexs his arms his biceps becoming huge)
“And this machine is gonna produce one thing….AN ASS KCIKING!”
“HELL YEAH!”
FADEOUT
1845HRS
Chicago, IL
A’s Restaurant on Narragansett and Irving Park Ave. Chicago, IL. We start in the back where the cooks are at. The cameras start to walk toward the dining area as we move from booth to booth. We stop at a table where Lane stone sits. Sunglasses on top of his head. A nice grilled chicken breast in from of his face. He looks up after taking a bite and smiles.
STONE:
“Can you believe the expectation level for wrestlers these days. I mean come on. They are over rated and they ain’t doing nothing to impress anymore. They run around bumping into walls like a flock of damned lemmings. And to top off the sundae they don’t know nothing about how to make a man tap.”
“That’s why I was hired, to show some cats the ropes.”
“Some cats, like Priest. See men like Priest don’t need to have matches to prove a point. They don’t need to hop in the ring to beat ya’. They just go to the back, play scratch n’ sniff with Dan Ryan’s dick and get what they want.
“Don’t get me wrong. I’m not complaining over the fact Priest ducked me out. I am complaining that I had to waste energy in the ring with the reach around gangs height challenged friend.”
”I do recall he has a skull fracture after that shot to the head. I’m not bragging or nothing. I’m just stating a point, this Priest guy goes out of his way just to duck me and what does he get?”
“Nothing…”
“He started exactly where he left off, with an ass kicking and a maybe a black eye. Now I seemed to find myself hoping right along into the pay per view. The reason why I am going into the pay per view is because I wanted another match.”
“Well, I wanted a REAL challenge, a challenge Priest can’t provide for me. So I requested a little difficulty this week. That challenge is one of my personal favorites, Ken Cloverleaf. And tagging along to witness a real wrestling match is Steven Shane.”
“Allow me the chance to introduce myself Ken. I am Lane, I am a National Shoot fighting champion, Ken. I make people tap for a living. One Shot One Kill, Ken. That’s what I live by. You may see EPW or any wrestling corporation as the top of the peak. Well Ken, I have been at a peak higher than EPW, no offense to the company, and I am here to show some guys what it’s like to compete with the best.”
“And that is the problem with wrestling too. People already think they are the best. Well ya don’t know Jack until jack bites ya’ in the ass. People talk all this crap and don’t have the balls to back it up. Guess what…”
“I got the balls to back it up.”
“I have all the records to back it up. I’m gonna lock in the Lane to Fame and SNAP YOUR GOD DAMN NECK! Take notes it may save yourself from sitting in a wheel chair the rest of your life.”
“You wouldn’t be the first Ken I made have to eat outta feeding tube the rest of ya’ life. Trust me, you won’t be the last neither. And if I have to destroy every last bone in your body….well so be Ken.”
(He flexs his arms his biceps becoming huge)
“And this machine is gonna produce one thing….AN ASS KCIKING!”
“HELL YEAH!”
FADEOUT
kcloverleaf
League Member
Playing with the big boys...
Fade in: 18:52 Hrs. A's Restaurant on Narragansett and Irving Park Ave. Chicago, IL. Ken Cloverleaf is seen sitting across the room of the restaurant in dress pants, and a white button down shirt, with a smirk on his face after watching Lance Stone give his promo from across the room. Our perfect, outstanding superstar takes a sip of water, and begins to speak.
KC- You know what Lance Storm--you're right-- I actually can't believe the expectations for wrestlers who are in this godforsaken federation.
Hell they'll let anybody into this dog, and pony show if they gave a worthless hack like YOU a match...
You want a challenge this week Lance Storm?
Ken pauses and a smile creeps upon his face
You don't even DESERVE to be in the same ring with a superstar as decorated as Ken Cloverleaf...
You are the pathetic waste that should be carrying my bags into the arena, or licking the dirt off my boots, or maybe....just maybe wrestling in a dark match.
But nooo Lance you're here to show ME what it's like to compete with the best, right?
So tell me Lance...what is it like to compete with the best?
You may have wrestled in high school, and then won a couple "I can beat all the neighborhood kids up" championships but what happened when you tried to scale Mt. UFC?
Ken lets out a slight laugh
You failed miserably...
KC- Hell, son you couldn't even make it past the try outs before they discarded you like yesterday's newspaper!
And you think that just because you TRIED OUT for UFC, and they snapped your body in half like a twig that you can just waltz in here and claim that you've been to the top of the mountain, and back?
You haven't even SNIFFED the air I breathe in MY sport son...
Unlike you, I HAVE been to the top of the mountain...
I've held world championships, and defeated the "so-called" best in the business...
You participated in a freakin' try-out match at the height of the little niche you carved for yourself, and they sent you running home with your tail between your legs...
And since you couldn't cut it at UFC, you think you can come in here, and intimidate everybody with your claims of being a top-notch shoot fighter?
Ken laughs one more time, as a smirk forms over his face
You're about as scary as a newborn baby...
I've dominated the guys like you who do the "intense shouting," and "I can't feel any pain, but I can snap your neck" gimmick.
I've been around the block son, and it won't be any different when I break more than your neck this week...
I'm going to break your spirit...
You're going to get more than a challenge at the pay per view Lance Storm...
You thought UFC was bad?
You're never going to want to step into a professional wrestling ring again after Ken Cloverleaf is finished with you...
Fade out
Fade in: 18:52 Hrs. A's Restaurant on Narragansett and Irving Park Ave. Chicago, IL. Ken Cloverleaf is seen sitting across the room of the restaurant in dress pants, and a white button down shirt, with a smirk on his face after watching Lance Stone give his promo from across the room. Our perfect, outstanding superstar takes a sip of water, and begins to speak.
KC- You know what Lance Storm--you're right-- I actually can't believe the expectations for wrestlers who are in this godforsaken federation.
Hell they'll let anybody into this dog, and pony show if they gave a worthless hack like YOU a match...
You want a challenge this week Lance Storm?
Ken pauses and a smile creeps upon his face
You don't even DESERVE to be in the same ring with a superstar as decorated as Ken Cloverleaf...
You are the pathetic waste that should be carrying my bags into the arena, or licking the dirt off my boots, or maybe....just maybe wrestling in a dark match.
But nooo Lance you're here to show ME what it's like to compete with the best, right?
So tell me Lance...what is it like to compete with the best?
You may have wrestled in high school, and then won a couple "I can beat all the neighborhood kids up" championships but what happened when you tried to scale Mt. UFC?
Ken lets out a slight laugh
You failed miserably...
KC- Hell, son you couldn't even make it past the try outs before they discarded you like yesterday's newspaper!
And you think that just because you TRIED OUT for UFC, and they snapped your body in half like a twig that you can just waltz in here and claim that you've been to the top of the mountain, and back?
You haven't even SNIFFED the air I breathe in MY sport son...
Unlike you, I HAVE been to the top of the mountain...
I've held world championships, and defeated the "so-called" best in the business...
You participated in a freakin' try-out match at the height of the little niche you carved for yourself, and they sent you running home with your tail between your legs...
And since you couldn't cut it at UFC, you think you can come in here, and intimidate everybody with your claims of being a top-notch shoot fighter?
Ken laughs one more time, as a smirk forms over his face
You're about as scary as a newborn baby...
I've dominated the guys like you who do the "intense shouting," and "I can't feel any pain, but I can snap your neck" gimmick.
I've been around the block son, and it won't be any different when I break more than your neck this week...
I'm going to break your spirit...
You're going to get more than a challenge at the pay per view Lance Storm...
You thought UFC was bad?
You're never going to want to step into a professional wrestling ring again after Ken Cloverleaf is finished with you...
Fade out
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