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Post by Vinny Falcone on May 29, 2011 8:30:06 GMT -5
You two RP here.
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Post by Chase Adams on Jun 4, 2011 12:22:20 GMT -5
[The scene begins in the cab of an older Ford F150. In the driver's seat is the GWA's Chase Adams. "Bang Your Head" by Quiet Riot is blaring over the truck's speakers. The camera is focused on his profile from the torso up. He's wearing a tight-fitting grey tee shirt with the image of GWA Hall of Famer, Deathstroke, imprinted on it. He's bobbing his head along to the music.]
Adams: BANG YOUR HEAD!
[We hear the anonymous camera man's voice in the background.]
Camera Man: Mr. Adams?
Adams: METAL HEALTH WILL DRIVE YA MAD!
Camera Man: Mr. Adams?
Adams: BANG YOUR HEAD!
[The man holding the camera yells this time.]
Camera Man: CHASE!
[Chase jumps a bit in his seat, obviously startled. He reaches over to turn off the radio then looks, bewildered, at the camera man for a moment. He shakes his head and turns his attention back to the road.]
Adams: You didn't have to yell, Jerry.
[The camera man, whose name we now know is Jerry sighs audibly. Chase smiles.]
Adams: Hello, GWA! You know, a funny thing happened on my way down to Tallahassee. I was in Port Columbus, all ready to jump on a first class flight, one-way, no layovers, to Florida. And then the craziest thing happened. It involved the TSA, a little baggie of oregano... I'm something of an amateur pizza chef, you see... And it all culminated in a pretty embarrassing cavity search. Not embarrassing for me, but for the guy doing the search. You know, after he saw what I was packin'. Anyway, long story short, now I'm stuck driving from Ohio to Florida.
[Chase brings the truck to a slow stop at a red light. He turns fully to the camera now with a shrug.]
Adams: Not a huge setback, really. I'm running a little late for Blood Bath, but I'll make it. I had to stop in Philly at the GWA HQ first and grab Jerry here. I didn't want my opponent for Sunday night to think I was overlooking him. Uh uh! Not this guy! So, I hooked Jerry up with a couple of tickets to his favorite band who just happen to be playing this weekend in Tallahassee. Flock of Seagulls or something like that. Anyway, he agreed to keep me company on my little road trip real quick-like after that. This also gives me the opportunity to talk to you now. Live from the road! Anyway, Jerry and I, we've actually become really good friends, haven't we, Jer-Bear?
[Jerry mumbles something under his breath. What he says next is more clear.]
Jerry: Light's green.
[Adams is either oblivious to what Jerry said, or is ignoring him. It's hard to tell.]
Adams: So, here we are, heading to sunny Florida! Straight to Blood Bath! And there's this little Rumble going on where the stipulation is, you lose if someone makes you bleed.
[Several car horns are heard in the background.]
Jerry: The light.
Adams: Jerry, I have no idea what you're talking about. Can it wait? Please? I'm trying to talk about my pay-per-view debut here, man?
[Jerry only sighs again.]
Adams: So, I plan on winning that fiasco. I don't actually remember signing up for it, but I won't be backing down. That's for sure! Another thing that's for sure is that ain't no one gonna mess up this pretty mug!
[Chase points to his smiling face.]
Jerry: The light is green, Chase!
Adams: Oh, well, why didn't you say so, Jerry?
[Chase looks up just as the light turns from green back to red. The car horns are still going crazy in the background.]
Adams: Jerry, the light is red. I know we're in a hurry and all, but seriously.
[Chase shakes his head authoritatively, then returns to his smile as he continues.]
Adams: But what I'm really excited about is my match with Izzy Insane. Izzy, I've been watching you, man. You're good at what you do. Great style, just like me. In fact, we have a LOT in common. I used to wear a mask, too. Yeah, back in Mexico. I was called Aguantar Azucar. That's Spanish for "Sugar Bear." Pretty rad, right?
Jerry: The Light's green!
[Chase, wild-eyed, stares at Jerry for a moment, then at the light. He puts the truck into drive and is back on the road. His eyes on the road now, the camera continues to capture his profile.]
Chase: You need to calm down, Jerry, really. All that rage isn't healthy. Anyway, back to what's really important here. Izzy, under any other circumstances, we could have been great friends, man. Seriously, we're both a couple of chill guys, right? Both influenced by Mexican lucha libre and Japanese Puroresu. You have to work on that name, though, Izzy. It makes you sound all... crazy! So, maybe after I win Sunday, we can go out and grab a beer. What do you say?
Jerry: What if you don't win, jackass?
Adams: Jerry, come on! Shut the hell up, man! You're such a negative Nancy! Whose side are you on anyway? Holy cow, Jerry. Can we stay on topic, PLEASE?
[Chase shakes his head as he drives.]
Adams: Anyway, Izzy, sorry about that. Jerry thinks everything's all about him sometimes. I'll tell you what, Izz-Man, I'm about to hit I-71 and I usually try to avoid talking into huge video cameras while I'm driving on the freeway. So, I'll see you Sunday. Oh, and Izzy?
[Chase slows the truck to another stop and looks to the camera.]
Adams: Sunday night, I am going to rock your world!
[Chase holds one hand in front of his face, forefinger and pinky up with the obligatory "devil horns," huge smile on his face. Car horns are once again going off.]
Jerry: Come on! There wasn't even a stop sign, light, or anything here!
[Chase shrugs and turns back to the road. He veers onto the ramp to get onto I-71 South.]
Adams: Easy, Jerry. I'm sorry. Okay, buddy? Sorry. I just got into the moment, man!
Jerry: My name's not even Jerry, dammit! I'm Carl!
Adams: Huh. Really?
[We hear Carl, Jerry, or whoever, groan. The scene fades to black.]
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