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Post by Vinny Falcone on May 19, 2011 12:41:13 GMT -5
You two RP here.
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Post by Chase Adams on May 24, 2011 10:46:57 GMT -5
[We open in a small, dark venue. The place is packed with screaming fans, fists and "devil horns" in the air as "Bang Your Head" by Quiet Riot blares over them. We pan to the stage and see not the band who originated the song, but instead a group fronted by a young, fit man with wild, long blonde hair. They're doing a respectable cover of the song, at that. The front man is GWA's newest signee, Chase Adams. As the song ends, the crowd roars. Chase looks them over and smiles.]
Adams: Thank you, Columbus, Ohio! We've got one more for ya!
[The crowd screams as the band goes into a few power chords and Chase begins to belt out the opening lyrics to Motörhead's "Ace of Spades," which will soon be known to GWA fans as his theme music.]
[An hour after the show, and we are now by a van parked alongside the venue, which we can now see reads "Newport" on the Marquee. Chase Adams is helping an older man with long, disheveled brown hair load amplifiers, drums, and other equipment into the black van, which is decorated like the vehicle from the A-Team. The other man is the band's drummer.]
Adams: It's a shame Logan and Mike had to take off early, John.
John: Yeah, well, they have real jobs to get to in the morning, you know.
Adams: Yeah, yeah, I know. I just would have liked to have a beer or two with you and the guys before I take off for Japan tomorrow.
John: Hey, man, I'm still here! You can buy me a beer!
[Both men grin as they continue loading their band equipment into the van.]
Adams: You got it, brother!
John: You're gonna miss playin' with us, man.
Adams: You're right. I am. But you know wrestling has always been my passion.
John: Yeah, yeah, I know. I'm happy for ya, kid. Your dad'd be proud, too.
Adams: Thanks, Uncle John. Wish he could be alive to see my debut.
John: He'll be watchin' from up there, kid.
[Chase Adams' Uncle John points to the sky and Chase nods as he loads the last amp into the van and slides the door shut.]
Adams: Yeah.
John: So the GWA, huh?
Adams: Yeah, it's the big time.
John: It sure is. So why they flyin' you out to Japan?
Adams: They're doing this whole Tour of the Orient. It's pretty rad, actually. I get to go back over there for a while, visit some old friends, maybe catch a local Puroresu show.
John: Yeah, I still remember you taking me and your dad out there to catch some of your shows out there. Helluva time, kid, helluva time.
Adams: Yeah, it was, Unc. It'll be good to make my GWA debut there. It'll feel like old times. Those Japanese crowds know their stuff.
John: You ain't kiddin'. And those hookers...!
[Both men laugh.]
Adams: Yeah, great eighteenth birthday gift, Unc.
John: Man, those broads'll do anything!
[Uncle John pulls a pack of Camels from his pocket and lights one up, taking a deep drag from it.]
John: So, who you fightin'? Badass Brian? AJ Johnson? Maybe that Mike C?
[Chase leans back against the van and shrugs.]
Adams: Guy named Obelisk. He's from Tokyo so he might have the crowd on his side. Who knows.
John: Puttin' ya against the hometown hero in your first match, huh?
[Chase shrugs.]
Adams: They wanna see what I can do, I guess.
John: What do you know about him?
Adams: Next to nothing. That's the thing. He's only been around a couple weeks, poppin' up and saying, "Boo!" to a few guys, but I'm his first match.
John: Poor guy ain't gonna know what hit 'im! Ain't that right, kid?
Adams: Of course! I do know he wears a lot of makeup.
John: Oh, one of those fruit loops!
Adams: Yeah, one of those fruit loops. You know, I thought wrestlers in drag went out with the 80s.
John: Yeah, well, so did this music we play.
[Chase laughs and nods in agreement.]
Adams: But it's metal, baby!
[John performs a very corny air guitar solo.]
John: You know it! So, where am I gonna find another singer who can belt it out like you?
[Adams smiles arrogantly and punches his uncle on the shoulder playfully.]
Adams: You won't.
[Both men share a moment of silence. Then, John breaks it.]
John: I really am happy for ya, kid. You've been preparing for this for years. You've paid your dues, you know.
Adams: You're not telling me anything I don't know! I'm so pumped, Unc! I don't think I'm gonna be able to sleep until after I beat this guy.
John: Well, that's gonna be a lock, kid. I've been watching you for years doing your indie stuff. I remember that time in Mexico City, you broke your wrist and still beat that guy with that Frog Splash!
Adams: Air Mail, Unc.
John: What?
Adams: I call it Air Mail.
John: Yeah, that's right. Whatever you call it, you sure did catch some air.
Adams: Thanks. It was a pretty sweet match, huh?
John: Hell yeah! Had the crowd on their feet!
Adams: My wrist KILLED, though!
[John nods, remembering the medics splinting the limb before taking him to that Mexican hospital.]
John: Yeah, but you're a tough nut to crack, kid. The GWA is in for it.
Adams: Yeah, they are! I'm headed froth top, Uncle John!
John: I know that's right, kid! I'm a wrestling fan, too, you know. Anyone who gets in your way to the top is gonna be hard-pressed to stop you. So, thought about a gimmick?
Adams: Sure have.
John: So... You gonna tell me or what?
[Adams grins as he stands up straight from the van.]
Adams: Nope, you're gonna have to wait until Worldwide like everyone else!
John: That's crap!
[Uncle John throws his cigarette butt on the gelid and stamps it out.]
Adams: All I can tell you for now, is that I'm gonna rock their world!
[Both men share a laugh.]
John: So, you gonna buy me a beer or what?
Adams: Sure, let's hit it.
[The scene fades as Chase Adams and his uncle walk next door to a bar, a sign reading "Bernie's Brewery" over the door.]
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Post by Chase Adams on May 24, 2011 10:47:43 GMT -5
[We're at a house show in Osaka. A midget battle royal has just taken place, and the Japanese crowd is primed and ready. But before the next match can take place, "Detroit Rock City" by KISS blasts over the PA system. The crowd's focus is turned to the stage where a man dressed in full Gene Simmons "Demon" gear is standing, arms in the air, one hand formed in the obligatory rocker devil horns, the other holding a microphone. The man is fit and would look more like the KISS character he was portraying if his long hair wasn't so blonde. He lowers his hands and grins broadly as he looks over the crowd. To most of the crowd, he is inrecognizable. To many, who have seen him perform in their home country, they know him to be Chase Adams, even through the makeup, black leather, and silver spikes. After a moment, the music stops and the young man raises the mic to his lips.]
Adams: Ladies and gentlemen, I wear makeup and dress in black! Thus, I am scary!
[Some in the crowd cheer. Others simply have no idea what's going on. Then there's that whole language barrier thing.]
Adams: Obelisk!
[The crowd cheers for the Tokyo native, Obelisk. Adams only smiles behind the black and white face paint as he paces back and forth across the stage, mic to his lips.]
Adams: My name is Chase Adams!
[Now, some of the crowd respond favorably. In fact, some of them are downright uproarious. Chase has spent a good deal of his youth working in Japan and making a name for himself.]
Adams: And I am not afraid of YOU!
[Chase spins and points at the Tron which now has a picture of a bald, pointy-eared vampire from the film "Nosferatu.". He spins again in a grand gesture and looks back out over the audience.]
Adams: Obelisk, I don't know WHAT IN THE HELL you're supposed to be or WHY you think you scare anyone! But if you think, for ONE SECOND, that you can intimidate me? I got news for ya. It ain't me, baby! It ain't me!
[Chase gestures to his outfit, smiling from ear to ear.]
Adams: As you can see, you assclown, anybody can throw on a little makeup. Anybody can get dressed up like it's Halloween on Bourbon Street! BUT... Does that mean they should be feared?
[Chase paces and then stops center-stage and shakes his head.]
Adams: NO! It does not! Prime example: YOU, Obelisk! You've been prancing around here for a couple weeks now, showing up in mirrors, shouting, "Blah!", pissing in guys' Wheaties, glancing over the urinals... you're supposed to keep your eyes forward in public restrooms, pal! It's only proper etiquette!
[One would think Chase's grin was permanent.]
Adams: Whatever it is that you weird goth loonies do, it ain't scarin' anybody, jack! At least... It won't after Worldwide. That's when you have your first match in the GWA. AND, unfortunately for you, it's when you receive your first loss!
[Chase stands, feet planted firmly shoulder-width apart.]
Adams: On Worldwide, Obelisk, GWA... JAPAN!
[The crowd roars with a cheap pop for the mention of their homeland.]
Adams: I am going to rock your world!
[This time, Motörhead's "Ace of Spades" blares over the PA as Chase sticks out his tongue for the customary Gene Simmons pose. He then turns and heads backstage from whence he came, allowing the house show to resume.]
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