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| Senator SwitchBlade and His Scandals; Mentions SB, Cameron, Korrupt, Grendel, & other happy people | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jun 12 2011, 11:53 PM (55 Views) | |
| wrpd | Jun 12 2011, 11:53 PM Post #1 |
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The scene opens in a semi-busy coffee shop in the heart of Downtown Wichita, Kansas. Pieces of art, ranging from drawings, sculptures, and photographs cover the beautiful brown walls in this hip and happening coffee shop by the name of Meads Corner. *Ding* A bell rings as another customer enters the establishment and makes their way to the counter and is greeted kindly and served. Nearby at a table in the middle of the shop are three people - a lady and two men. The female is a short, red-haired woman, seemingly in her youthful late 20's, wearing a very interesting assortment of clothing that just shouts 'I AM ARTSY!' One of the guys is wearing just a regular t-shirt and has eyebrow length, shaggy brown hair, and he's enjoying himself a coffee. The final person has shoulder-length black hair, with a red streak going down front, and he wears a black button-up shirt with the top three buttons undone so he can be hip and show off his chest, or something. Multicolor wristbands cover each arm. His name is PKA, of course, and his two friends are named Brandon and Heather, and they are mid-conversation. Brandon: "But that sister of his, let me tell you.. this fucking guy right here, not impressed." He is referring to Dyan, the sister of WARPED Wrestling's own Cameron MacNichol, whom PKA faced last week in the Semi-Finals #1 Contenders Tournament. Heather: "You don't think she's cute? I'd bang her." Both Brandon and PKA look at Heather, wide-eyed, then at each other. Heather: "What?" PKA: "Honestly, I don't care for her either, but I'd watch that." Brandon: "World would end.." PKA: "Heather and Dyan? There would definitely be Earth-shattering explosions." The firey red-head brings her hands together then expands them as she responds.. Heather: "Boom!" Brandon digs this conversation. Before taking a drink of his coffee, he has an important question. Brandon: "So, you're really into girls then?" Heather gives him a look as to say 'you should already know that'...then procedes to tell him how he ...should've already known...that.. Heather: "Like you didn't know that. I texted you the other day about this girl. Oh, which reminds me, Patrick you need to text me so I have your number. I has new phone!" She holds it up and shows off her new phone, which really isn't much of a new phone at all. PKA: "You still live in the stone age. What IS that?" She pouts.. Heather: "Aw, shut up.. I like it. And its cheap. I can't afford a big fancy phone like you, Mr. Big Contract. So come on, text me so I have it." PKA: "You really really want it, huh?" Heather: "Oh give it to me baby, uh huh, uh huh.." PKA gets closer to her face. PKA: "Oh I'm gonna give it to you HARD!" People start to look back at the table, wondering what in the world kind of conversation is going on. Heather runs her hands through her red hair and is almost drooling at PKA, but playfully. Brandon points and smiles. Brandon: "Look at her; she's practically begging!" PKA: "You take the front, and I'll take the back." Heather drops her jaw and playfully shoves PKA. Heather: "Oh my God!!!" She laughs, as do the two men. Heather: "Whores, the both of you..." PKA and Brandon laugh back. Brandon: "I'm fairly *air quotes* "fly" as a caucasion male, yes." PKA and Heather give him a look of confusion. He shrugs. Brandon: "What??? The song..." Heather: "Indeed thou art." PKA: "You were kind of late with that one... but okay, ya tard." Heather: "Oh, he's fine." Brandon laughs in the face of PKA, and PKA rolls his eyes and sighs, looking through his phone and texting Heather. Brandon: "Back to Dyan, why is it Cameron even brings her around?" Heather: "I don't see any use for her out there, but I have a use for her." She raises her eyebrows and winks. PKA responds without looking up from his EVO. PKA: "She's a useless cunt, much like a lot of the non-wrestlers in WARPED. What the hell does Grendel's manager even do?" Brandon: "Uh..." PKA: "Oh, nevermind, I forgot." Heather: "Are there even any more managers?" PKA: "Well Crowbar has that chick but she doesn't come to the ring with him so they get a pass. Sean Edmunds has that one girl Karla or something, and she doesn't do much of anything except hold his robe. Speaking of useless women that surround themselves with wrestlers - how bout that Claire girl?" Brandon: "Oh the little girl who's been in the middle of the SwitchBlade and Grendel conflict?" PKA: "That's the one. Its hard to know what's even going on between them anymore. All I know is that SwitchBlade and Grendel are going to have some sort of rubber match and then hug and everything will be fine. But that little girl. I wonder what the real deal is there." Heather: "Maybe its like that True Grit movie where the girl hires the old man who has all this skill to go hunt down the bad guy and avenge her family or something. Isn't that what the movie was?" Brandon shrugs. PKA is intently on his phone still, texting away or playing Wordfeud or something. PKA: "I have no idea.. never saw that. I think they have something hinky going on.. maybe he gives her a little help with her homework, and she does a little work on him.. a trade agreement." Heather: "Oh get out!" The Movement member, PKA, puts the phone down and crosses his arms, leaning back in the chair with his foot propped up on the table leg. PKA: "Let's just say that good ol' Switchy isn't the wholesome Bostonian he pretends to be. Guy needs a sign in his yard, I'm tellin' you... He lets that girl ride around and come on the cameras can't be on the entire time." Brandon: "I don't know man, that's kind of far out there.." PKA rolls his eyes and continues. PKA: "Of course, don't see my point of view. Hey listen, how else does he win all the time? His muscles have to be getting pretty damn tight and you know he doesn't have time to go to a chiropractor every week. I say he gets a little personal massage and I do mean 'little' by lil' ol' Claire. Brandon and Heather look at each other like PKA has gone insane. Heather takes a drink of her coffee and Brandon checks his phone. Brandon: "So did you see that game last night, Mavs picking up the win baby!" Heather: "Oh yeah!!" Heather reaches across and high fives Brandon. PKA: "Claire, that's even a stripper name. A whore name, even. SwitchBlade.. you notice how he only comes around and shows his face right before its time for the show? You ever notice that?" Brandon: "How so?" PKA: "Like, we are all recording promos for the show during the week and a half or however long it is prior to the event. We meaning the wrestlers of WARPED.. but SwitchBlade is always showing up at the last possible minute. What is the reasoning for that? Maybe he's got some other kind of hinky stuff going on in his world that he doesn't want us to see, so he waits until that's all clear to speak to us all?" Heather: "Well... I have noticed that." PKA nods and claps his hands together once, happy that she's noticed and seems to be coming around. PKA: "See.." Brandon: "I don't know, man." PKA: "What can he possibly be up to in the meantime? Training? Sure. Taking other bookings? Perhaps. Diddling children? Hey now." An old lady from a table over darts a look of shock and awe toward the table PKA and his friends are seated. PKA smiles and flips her off and she slams her hands down and says 'Well I NEVER!'. She gets up from the table and storms away. Brandon: "Yeah that lady wasn't happy..." PKA: "She just needs a stiff dick up her ass and she'll be fine." As PKA says this, the manager and the lady approach and she gasps and slaps PKA upside the head with her purse. PKA gets to his feet and notices its the old lady and the manager stands inbetween them. PKA: "Really? REALLY? You're hitting me in the head with your PURSE? What's with this bitch, dude?" Manager: "Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to lower your voice and please exit the premises." Heather and Brandon share a look of disappointment at each other. PKA: "Leave? Why?" Manager: "Sir, I received a complaint from the customer and I personally witnessed you being overtly rude. Please, if you don't mind..." The manager shows him to the door but PKA shakes his head. PKA: "I don't need to be shown out. I know where the God Damned door is." PKA grabs his EVO off the table and nods to each of his friends who start to stand up. He puts his hands up. PKA: "Nah, nah. I'm gonna go ahead. I'll talk to you guys later." Brandon: "No way, dude.. we can come." PKA holds his hand up and shakes his head. PKA: "No. Stay." He slaps hands with Brandon and hugs Heather and heads off toward the door while the manager slowly walks behind him, keeping his distance. PKA grabs the door handle and stops, turns around... PKA: "Cunt bitch." The old woman gasps! *Ding* PKA grins and opens the door, exiting the coffee shop. The camera follows PKA outside as he walks to his car. PKA: "You, here.." He grabs the camera man and puts him in front so PKA can talk into the camera. As he pulls out his keys from his pocket and continues slowly walking, PKA speaks. PKA: "I'm not gonna let something like getting kicked out of a coffee shop bother me if that's what you're thinking. SwitchBlade, I know you're watching this. I know that inbetween your diddling and furious masturbation that you're keeping an eye on this video. Oh, how angry you must be that I've let your secret out. I mean don't get me wrong, I'm not JUDGING you. To each their own. Do what you gotta do.. let your freak flag fly, but don't hide from who you truly are. Look at me!" PKA gets to his black mustang and leans up against it, holding his arms out. PKA: "I'm the Ultraviolent Perfectionist! I'm Grade A muthafuckin' P K A! I don't hide from anything. No limits, no fear, just pain, buddy. I live by that motto, and week in and week out I put my body and my life on the line. Not only that, but I lay it all out there emotionally as well as physically. I'm not sure if you've caught any of my promos in the recent weeks, but I'm not afraid to tell it like it is - good or bad. But the thing with you is that you somehow carefully plan every single word you're going to say just like a politician would do, one that has something to hide. That's why you come out on the final hour before the bell tolls and you hold a press conference-like promo where you give it straight to us. Oh boy, I just can't wait to see what bullshit you're going to feed us again this week Senator SwitchBlade!" PKA covers his mouth and turns his head as he coughs a couple times. PKA: "Sorry about that - truth comin' up apparently." He coughs once more. PKA: "Don't think I'm lying when I say that I'm going to put you through more hell than you've ever been through. Don't think I'm telling a single solitary lie when I say to you that I'm going to hurt you so, so much. Believe me when I say that I'm going to reveal you for the fraud that you are, SwitchBlade. You're an in-ring fraud, and an out of the ring fraud. Your character is your persona, and vice versa, but it is not who you truly are that we see on a bi-weekly basis, oh no no... we see a fake, a sham, a liar, and a dirty human being with a dark secret. Why don't you just admit it to us all, Senator SwitchBlade? Come clean like Anthony Weiner finally did. You see what happens when you lie? The truth eventually comes out. Just put this whole Claire nonsense to rest, and tell us what's really going on." PKA unlocks the door to his car and opens it up. He has a seat inside with one leg in and one leg out, and starts the car, reving the engine a little bit. "Fer sure maybe, fer sure not, fer sure ehhhhhh fer sure bombbb..." The sound of The Medic Droid's "Fer Sure" is mid-song when he starts it up, and he turns the stereo down all the way. He gets out of the car and pleads to the camera... PKA: "You're using her, SwitchBlade. And what for? She can't help you win the World Title Number One Contenders Tournament. She can't help you beat ME. She can't help you beat Korrupt. She can't help you stay injury free. She can't help you stop The Movement. SHE CANNOT KEEP YOU BREATHING!!!" He composes himself after losing it slightly, running his right hand through his black hair. PKA looks down at the pavement and smiles. PKA: "Me and you.. Tournament Finals.. main event.. Let's not make any excuses for each other. Let's not hold anything back. Let's do this fucking thing, and let's do it under MY rules. FnX, just like it's meant to be. No rules, no disqualification, no count out, no NOTHIN'! Let's see if you're willing to put it all out there like I know I am. Let's see if you're man enough to bleed the truth. Come clean, because you'll be leaving a bloody mess." PKA snarls at the camera and enters the car, immediately shutting the door. He turns up the volume and backs up the car and stops.. then screeches off as the scene fades to black. |
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