| El_Pablo | Date: Friday, 2011/06/17, 10:19 PM | Message # 1 |
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| The scene opens inside a long, narrow corridor, its grey concrete floor and grey-green walls illuminated by a series of cold, surgical halogen light fittings punctuating the grey tiled ceiling.
The camera moves slowly forward along this corridor, and as it progresses, a rather unusual shape can be seen on the floor ahead of us. As the distances closes, it soon becomes apparent that this shape is, in fact, a person, sprawled out on the concrete floor. As the camera gets right up close, it becomes clear that this prone, motionless figure is EWA and "Five Star Superstar" El Pablo, our scene obviously taking place just after his loss of the EWA Underground Title to Jackson CageChris Johnson.
After a few moments of supervision (no it's fine guys, don't call for EMTs or anything!), EP begins to stir, a pained groan eminating from between his lips as he rolls over and slumps back against the wall. He leans his head back against the wall for a few moments, his eyes clenched shut as he wraps an arm across his waist and clutches at his ribs.. then looks around the corridor, taking in the current state of his situation.
EL PABLO: ..Fuck.
As he looks past the camera, we see a pair of feet step up into focus from behind him; feet dressed in the immediately recognisable boots and jumpsuit-pants of EP's girlfriend, and now-fellow EWA Superstar, Cristal. She steps up to her boyfriend and kneels down beside him, a small pack of ice in her hand.
CRISTAL: Here you go baby, this should sort you out.
Cristal smiles, obviously oblivious to the events that unfolded prior to this promo beginning. She hands EP the icepack, and the Five Star Superstar places it against his forehead. Cristal gives his shoulder a re-assuring rub.. at which point she finally seems to notice that something is missing from their particular picture.
CRISTAL: Hey.. where'd your belt go?
EP tilts his head and looks at Cristal with a rather unimpressed expression. However, he quickly breaks into a somewhat half-hearted smile, and begins to force himself back to his feet. Cristal helps him up, then opens the door to the TDS locker room.
EL PABLO: Funny story, Cris.. why don't you sit your pretty self down and I'll tell you all about it?
EP steps gingerly into the room, Cristal offering him some support as she follows behind him.
EL PABLO: Hey, how's your back, by the way?
CRISTAL: My back? OH! Oh yeah.. it hurts. Bad!
The scene fades to black.
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A few seconds later, the scene reopens; the cameras now filming from within a very active EWA "Interview Zone". Jenny Jacobs stands on one side of the shot, watching on rather nervously as a typically-animated Marcellus Payne delivers his latest sermon, flanked on the other side of the screen by his manager Leonard Jenkins.
BLACK JESUS: Do you know Black Jesus? Are you new? How long Black Jesus been talking to you right now….ten, fifteen minutes? Have you not figure me out by now? Do you not feel my swag? Are you feeling side effects of your many Hepatitis shots? IT DON’T MATTER?! No man matches the ability of Black Jesus. Buzzsaw, Justin Marsham….both over-rated, now don’t get it twisted, Both of these men have shown a lot of talent and have a track record that nobody can argue with BUT when it comes to going one on one with Black Jesus, nobody can measure up. It’s a foregone conclusion, in a few months, He will rule this all as your NEW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION….AND YOU WILL KNOW MY NAME IS BLACK JESUS WHEN HE LAY HIS VENGENCE UPON THEE!
With that said, Black Jesus and Leonard Jenkins walk off the set.
JENNY JACOBS: Well there you have it, a very confident Black Jesus, we’ll be back.
A brief pause, and the signal is given to let Jenny know that they are now off-air. The interviewer lets out a sigh, taking stock of the events of her latest job, and making minor re-adjustments to her hair and clothing. After a few moments, EP tip-toes into shot, a smirk on his face, dressed in the same standard attire we saw in the last scene (and every time he's been on EWATV recently). Strangely, Cristal does not appear to be with him on this occasion, leaving him to face the thrills and spills of an interaction with Jenny Jacobs alone.
EL PABLO: WWWOOOWWW... that was.. that was something, right there.
JENNY JACOBS: Hmm?
Jenny snaps her head round at the sound of the new voice, offering a somewhat-forced smile when she sees who it belongs to.
JENNY JACOBS: Oh.. hey Pablo.
Jenny motions to the cameraman to start rolling again, but EP throws his arms up.
EL PABLO: Nonono, don't worry about all that.. I wouldn't dream of submitting something like this as a promo leading into an EWA Supercard! This is a casual occurance.. some off-record observation.. you dig?
JENNY JACOBS: At least let me tape it...
EL PABLO: ..Fine. May as well throw you a bone and indulge one of your fetishes, right?
Jenny baulks slightly at EP's comment.
JENNY JACOBS: ..Excuse me!?
EL PABLO: You remember, that one time in 2008 where me, you and CB...
EP stops himself mid-flow, as Jenny just rolls her eyes and folds her arms.
EL PABLO: ..Nah, you know what? I can't do it. Not now. We've already lost one interviewer and our chief commentator.. can't very well have you throwing a hissy-fit and running on home to mommy now, can we?
JENNY JACOBS: Well, thanks.. I guess...
EP flashes a thumbs up, that trademark grin right back on his face.
JENNY JACOBS: ..Yeah. Well, seeing as you're here.. the last Shatterpoint was a real mixed bag for you; you lost your Underground Title to Chris Johnson after enduring a real back-and-forth battle with Marcellus Payne.. and yet, at the same show, it was announced that you would be squaring up against Payne in rather more official circumstances.. with the Number One Contender's spot for the World Heavyweight Championship up for grabs! Your thoughts?
EL PABLO: ..Didn't we say this wasn't gonna be an interview?
JENNY JACOBS: Seriously, after nearly four years of running around after all of y'all, this is just how I structure sentences now...
EP looks quizzically at Jenny, who just shrugs her shoulders.
EL PABLO: ..Kay. Well, I'll tell you what, Jenny; nothing numbs the pain of having a title belt ripped away from you like being thrown right into the mix for an even bigger and better prize! Sure, I'm disappointed to not be standing before you as Underground Champion right now, but honestly, if you offered me - or indeed any of the guys and gals milling around backstage right now - a World Heavyweight Championship shot in exchange for NOT holding any of the other belts.. I'd snap your hand clean off your body! This is what it's all about! This is why we go out to that ring.. night after night.. putting our bodies, careers and lives on the line; The chance to be called the World Heavyweight Champion.
The best.
Number one.
The person who, when people ask about EWA, is the very FIRST name offered up as an example for the skill, athleticism, blood, guts and determination that this company has been founded on.
For me, Jenny.. I see this match as a continuation of my ascent back into the stratosphere, after six months of detours, disappointment and desolation.
Now, I'm not gonna stand here and ramble on about promotions past.. I think we're now at the point where those watching either don't remember or don't care about anything that happened before the establishment of the Empire.. BUT, as you will no doubt recall, at the point of our previous employer's dissolution, I had just forced myself back into the World Heavyweight Championship picture, after well over a year middling out among the also-rans.
JENNY JACOBS: Also the transexuals.
EL PABLO: ..Thankyou for that. Anyway, the untimely demise of that company saw this star nudged off course somewhat.. and, really, I haven't really managed to steer myself back on track anything like as quickly as I would have liked since coming to the Empire.
But, fortunately, I guess the Fan's Man has seen enough of the Fan's Favourite to pluck him out of the wilderness and send him hurtling head-first back to the position he was so rightly settled in way back when.
..Of course, as with everything in this business, it's not quite as easy as some of those boys and girls out in the bleachers would like. See, before I get a chance to battle for the big one, I have to.. what was it? "Go toe-to-toe with the golden foe?"
JENNY JACOBS: Word.
EL PABLO: Fo sho. Dope. Y'all be bustin' some sick rhymes up in HERRE! Etcetera.
Plain and simply, Jenny.. as confused as I may have been listening to Black Jaysus' little gospel chorus there.. he's obviously far, FAR more confused about his status within this little industry of ours. He says I have no chance of beating him.. that I don't have what it takes to go toe-to-toe with him? Well.. I DID go toe-to-toe with him just two weeks ago.. and I DID beat him.. TWICE. Underground rules, obviously, but ask yourself this Jenny.. who left with the belt?
JENNY JACOBS: Chris Johnson.
EL PABLO: You know what I mean! And I'll have you know that your man's personal steroid-storage unit Jackson Cage should be the one taking the plaudits for that one.. Fanny Attic didn't do SHIT.
ANYWAY.. point is, I got the better of Payne in our little exchange two weeks ago.. just as Eli and I got the better of him and Jacques Angryman back at Bulletproof two months ago. What price the hatrick?
..well, Marcellus should be well versed in the idea of the holy trinity.
Tonight.. the most Rapturous of Revelations will be bestowed upon Black Jesus, right here at Retaliation!
Tonight.. The Five Star Superstar finds himself right back on the World Championship comeback trail.
EP turns to face the camera, his defiant eyes piercing through the lens and into the very souls of every man, woman and child watching at home.
EL PABLO: AMEN.
The scene fades to black.
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