Road to the Space Invader Belt
Road to the Space Invader Belt
[CUT-TO:Backstage in Broadbent Arena. SANDRA DEE, looking gorgeous as ever, stands with a microphone.)
“Ladies and gentlemen, I am joined at this time by a man who has made great waves in the IGC, and the man who will face Xoesh the Zith, LEYENDA DE OCHO!”
[Big crowd cheers in the backdrop as LEYENDA DE OCHO steps in view of the camera. He wears a white mask featuring a block of black space invaders across his scalp, a ship firing away on his left cheek, as well as white wrestling tights with large pixilated 8s on each outer thigh and black boots.]
“Ocho, when we last saw you, you were moments away from the Intergalactic Championship before Phil Atken sent you crashing to the mat from high above the ring. What is your state of mind, knowing that you have to start from scratch once again and the current champion has now defeated you twice?”
LEYENDA DE OCHO:
“Sandra, it’s been really, really tough. Anyone who knows me knows that the Space Invader championship is a pinnacle I’ve aspired to climb since day one, and it’s been absolutely CRUSHING to lose the opportunity twice. The first time was an epic battle in front of the entire world at Survivalism, the second time in a match I thought I would have an advantage in…then he bit my wrist and sent me crashing. I think I’ll carry that memory with me for a long time, Sandra.
“But my state of mind? Inspired. I know the crowd is behind me.” (Crowd cheers!) “I know that whatever it is I’m doing is going to eventually get me where I want to go. I’m early on in my journey, Sandra. There’s no reason to despair, not yet. Not when you have fans write to you, who send you messages about how you’ve made them believe in something. The championship will come…I know it will.
“As for Xoesh the Zith? Well…he picked a BAD TIME to try to poke my soft spots. I wanted to respect him…and he’s crossed lines he shouldn’t have crossed.
“I’m ready to make this road count, Sandra. And that’s all anyone can do.”
[OCHO nods to SANDRA before bouncing up and down and running off-camera. SANDRA smiles and turns to the audience.]
“It looks like Leyenda de Ocho’s wasting no time, and he’s looking to make his mark on the IGC faithful once again! And here’s my next guest...
[PAN LEFT: SANDRA DEE stands with THE SAM SKULL, who has removed his skull mask. He barely looks as if he’s wrestled a match, except for the slight colouring in his cheeks. He impatiently awaits things to proceed as he looks off in the distance uninterested.]
SANDRA DEE: “I’m here with THE Sam Skull, who earlier this evening defeated Ajax to win the first of TWO consecutive matches to compete for the Intergalactic Championship. Sam, how does it feel to get a running start at the Intergalactic Champion with your first win under your belt.”
THE SAM SKULL:“Listen, Sandra. Nevermind that. Nevermind me winning. THAT was academic. It was always going to happen. The idiot, Ajax, doesn’t have the cut to stand inside of a wrestling ring for twenty minutes with me. I proved that. You saw that. Case closed. Nothing to talk about.”
SANDRA DEE:“But Sam-”
[SKULL puts a hand up in front of her face, stopping her in her tracks.]
THE SAM SKULL:“Shut your mouth, woman. I’m not finished yet..
“Morton Murphy... I have to tell you something. I’m VERY disappointed with the product you’re pushing down the throats of youths who look up to this industry. See, you’re just like every other two-bit promoter I’ve worked for. You’re just the same. You’re all the same idiots painted with the same brush. And you paint with the blood of the up-and-coming. The spinal fluid of those who aspire to be the greatest.
(pointing towards the ring area) “WHAT I just saw out there, with Ikan Jobtayoo and BookFace, smashing each other with chairs like idiots, made me sick to my stomach. I was physically SICK because you let this nonsense go on.”
[SKULL shakes his head and clucks his tongue.]
THE SAM SKULL:“The nonsense I’m talking about, Morton, is this garbage wrestling you idiot American promoters turn to when you’re scared you’re not going to achieve greatness in the eyes of your demographic. This is NOT nineteen-ninety-nine, Morton. The wrestling audience is smarter than you allow them to be.
“Yet here we are, condoning two young wrestlers to go out there and try to injure one another for the sakes of another idiot crowd to hand over their money hand-over-fist because you can’t give them the RESPECT... to allow those two young athletes to put on a wrestling clinic.”
“Given, they couldn’t hold a candle to my ability, but they could at least hold one to each other’s. Yet you push these two idiots into hitting each other with steel chairs to the mockery of the audience that paid their good money for a wrestling show.”
[SKULL spits on the ground, staring down the camera’s barrel with chagrin. SANDRA steps back from the spit but still keeps the mic an audible distance from SAM.]
THE SAM SKULL:“Morton, you ungrateful idiot, pay us our respect. Allow us to do what we do. WRESTLE! Instead of promoting idiots like Leyenda de Ocho, who wish to jeopardise their existence with gimmick matches that could leave him in a wheelchair for the rest of his days... instead of pushing blood bathes like we saw between Sylo and Magnus Destructo... reward those idiot fans that hand over their cash with proper - wrestling!
“I’m sick and damn tired of all these high spot hacks, these one-trick ponies, these grinder monkeys that dance to the sound of a thousand light bulb death matches spoiling this great SPORT.
(waggles a finger at the camera)“NOT Sports Entertainment.
“And I promise you, Morton, that I will bring repute to this organisation as long as you keep your chair wielding idiots out of my reach. Because if you dare put me inside a ring with ANYTHING to do with this garbage wrestling BEE ESS...”
[He leans in good and close to the camera.]
THE SAM SKULL:“I will personally lock you into the Skull Clutch, much like I did that idiot Ajax, and leave you there until you pass out or I crush your skull.
“It is wise that you heed my advice, Morton.
“Coz I’m NOT just man... I’m a GOD - DAMN - WRESTLING - LEGACY!”
[Slapping SANDRA’s wrist from his face, SKULL spits on the floor again like he’d had a mouth full of venom and leaves the camera shot. DEE looks after him, as he heads off, sighing a breath of relief as someone shoulders past her, with long blue hair. SANDRA DEE double takes as she looks after the person who shouldered past before grabbing the camera by the barrel and forcibly shifting the camera down the corridor.]
SANDRA DEE:“That’s Sylo!”
[The camera barely captures the SuperBeast as he turns a corner and heads off down another hall.]
SANDRA DEE: (off-screen)“What’s HE doing here?”