Post by jackchaos on Aug 5, 2010 22:46:10 GMT -5
The scene fades in from black, and we see Jack Chaos sitting down on a black leather couch across from his manager, Paul E.
"Yes, I know babe. I promise, I'll be fine. Nothing will change. ...Yup. I love you too. Bye..."
Jack hangs up his cell phone, and notices the battery is almost dead. Jack yawns as he stands up and stretches his arms out.
"You about ready? You've got a promo to cut pretty soon, buddy."
Jack looks down at his watch.
"Alright, yeah. I better get going. I'll see you in a little bit man."
Jack puts his phone in his pocket and walks out of his dressing room door. As he turns the corner, Jack sees a couple crew members standing around and drinking coffee. Jack stops and grabs a styrofoam cup from off the table and begins to pour himself a little bit of coffee. Jack takes a sip of it at first, then a little bit more, then some more. Eventually, Jack pours himself some more before he starts walking away. Looking down while he drinks his coffee, Jack hears a bit of a loud bang. He stops and turns around, and sees the pile of microphone stands that were laying up against a crate come falling down, one hitting Jack in the head, making him drop his coffee. A crew member comes running up.
"Jack! Jack, are you alright?"
Jack rubs his head, as another crew member rushes over to pick the microphone stands back up.
"Uh, yeah. I'm fine. Thanks."
Jack starts walking away, still rubbing his head. Jack makes his way down to the end of the hall, and enters through a black curtain which leads out to the ring. A crew member greets Jack.
"You're up next."
He assures Jack as he walks out of the curtain with his clipboard in hand. Jack looks down at his watch and waits a little before heading out. As Jack stands there waiting, a black metal crate that was stacked up on top of three others comes crashing down; Jack able to avoid getting hit just barely.
"What the hell was that?!"
Jack whispers to himself as he just walks through another set of black curtains and out onto the stage. The lights in the arena dim down and smoke begins to fill the stage area as "Gravemakers and Gunslingers" by Coheed & Cambria begin to play throughout the arena. The fans begin to cheer, as Jack stands at the top of the entrance ramp and just looks all around him. Jack raises his arm up in the air as he starts heading down the entrance ramp.
"JACK! JACK! JACK! JACK!" A small group of people in the front row begin to chant.
Jack smiles as he gets to the ring and he slides in from under the bottom rope. Jack climbs to his feet and walks to the other side of the ring, and the ring announcer hands him a microphone. Jack stands in the middle of the ring, letting everything sink in. Jack eyes the cameraman in front of him, and once the camera starts rolling, the lights turn back to normal and the music turns off.
"Holy shit, it feels good to finally stand back inside of this ring."
Jack pauses to look around at the cheering crowd.
"I've been wrestling for so many years, but the feeling never goes away. Whenever you step inside this ring, the feeling is just unexplainable. I feel unstoppable right now. I feel like I've NEVER felt before. I feel as if I could do anything... as if I could knock a fucking rhinoceros out with my BARE. GOD. DAMN. HANDS!"
Jack raises his fist in the air, as the crowd does the same.
"Mel fucking Gibson."
Jack chuckles.
"He's a real man. When he comes home, if his laundry isn't folded neatly and dinner isn't on the table, he punches his woman in the face and calls her racial names. He takes charge. He does what he has to do. It doesn't matter if he's an actor or not, he's a man. He does what's necessary of him."
Jack grins a little bit.
"What does Mel Gibson have to do with this? Nothing. Nothing at all. It's irrelevant, really. Just like you, Dean Maddoxxx. And you Gabriel Wingue. And you Statik. And you Machida. You're all irrelevant. Nobody cares that this is some '5-Way Dance'. Nobody cares about you. This is Jack Chaos' debut match in the GZWA. That's what everyone is going to remember. Me, not you."
Short pause.
"I haven't had the pleasure of meeting you four yet, but allow this to be my formal introduction. My name is Jack Chaos; stop and let the name sink in for a few minutes. Because on Friday, you four will have the honor of stepping into the ring with a real man... and a true legend."
Jack smiles as he drops the microphone down on the mat.
"That's perfect! Use that!"
Jack yells over to the camera man, who just got done taping Jack's promo. As the camera stops rolling, the lights in the arena go out completely, and the arena turns to complete silence. A noise is heard inside of the ring, and within a few seconds, the lights turn back on. Jack Chaos is seen lying flat out in the middle of the ring, a led pipe next to him. The crowd is left in surprise while a couple referees come running out from the back and to Jack's aid.
"Yes, I know babe. I promise, I'll be fine. Nothing will change. ...Yup. I love you too. Bye..."
Jack hangs up his cell phone, and notices the battery is almost dead. Jack yawns as he stands up and stretches his arms out.
"You about ready? You've got a promo to cut pretty soon, buddy."
Jack looks down at his watch.
"Alright, yeah. I better get going. I'll see you in a little bit man."
Jack puts his phone in his pocket and walks out of his dressing room door. As he turns the corner, Jack sees a couple crew members standing around and drinking coffee. Jack stops and grabs a styrofoam cup from off the table and begins to pour himself a little bit of coffee. Jack takes a sip of it at first, then a little bit more, then some more. Eventually, Jack pours himself some more before he starts walking away. Looking down while he drinks his coffee, Jack hears a bit of a loud bang. He stops and turns around, and sees the pile of microphone stands that were laying up against a crate come falling down, one hitting Jack in the head, making him drop his coffee. A crew member comes running up.
"Jack! Jack, are you alright?"
Jack rubs his head, as another crew member rushes over to pick the microphone stands back up.
"Uh, yeah. I'm fine. Thanks."
Jack starts walking away, still rubbing his head. Jack makes his way down to the end of the hall, and enters through a black curtain which leads out to the ring. A crew member greets Jack.
"You're up next."
He assures Jack as he walks out of the curtain with his clipboard in hand. Jack looks down at his watch and waits a little before heading out. As Jack stands there waiting, a black metal crate that was stacked up on top of three others comes crashing down; Jack able to avoid getting hit just barely.
"What the hell was that?!"
Jack whispers to himself as he just walks through another set of black curtains and out onto the stage. The lights in the arena dim down and smoke begins to fill the stage area as "Gravemakers and Gunslingers" by Coheed & Cambria begin to play throughout the arena. The fans begin to cheer, as Jack stands at the top of the entrance ramp and just looks all around him. Jack raises his arm up in the air as he starts heading down the entrance ramp.
"JACK! JACK! JACK! JACK!" A small group of people in the front row begin to chant.
Jack smiles as he gets to the ring and he slides in from under the bottom rope. Jack climbs to his feet and walks to the other side of the ring, and the ring announcer hands him a microphone. Jack stands in the middle of the ring, letting everything sink in. Jack eyes the cameraman in front of him, and once the camera starts rolling, the lights turn back to normal and the music turns off.
"Holy shit, it feels good to finally stand back inside of this ring."
Jack pauses to look around at the cheering crowd.
"I've been wrestling for so many years, but the feeling never goes away. Whenever you step inside this ring, the feeling is just unexplainable. I feel unstoppable right now. I feel like I've NEVER felt before. I feel as if I could do anything... as if I could knock a fucking rhinoceros out with my BARE. GOD. DAMN. HANDS!"
Jack raises his fist in the air, as the crowd does the same.
"Mel fucking Gibson."
Jack chuckles.
"He's a real man. When he comes home, if his laundry isn't folded neatly and dinner isn't on the table, he punches his woman in the face and calls her racial names. He takes charge. He does what he has to do. It doesn't matter if he's an actor or not, he's a man. He does what's necessary of him."
Jack grins a little bit.
"What does Mel Gibson have to do with this? Nothing. Nothing at all. It's irrelevant, really. Just like you, Dean Maddoxxx. And you Gabriel Wingue. And you Statik. And you Machida. You're all irrelevant. Nobody cares that this is some '5-Way Dance'. Nobody cares about you. This is Jack Chaos' debut match in the GZWA. That's what everyone is going to remember. Me, not you."
Short pause.
"I haven't had the pleasure of meeting you four yet, but allow this to be my formal introduction. My name is Jack Chaos; stop and let the name sink in for a few minutes. Because on Friday, you four will have the honor of stepping into the ring with a real man... and a true legend."
Jack smiles as he drops the microphone down on the mat.
"That's perfect! Use that!"
Jack yells over to the camera man, who just got done taping Jack's promo. As the camera stops rolling, the lights in the arena go out completely, and the arena turns to complete silence. A noise is heard inside of the ring, and within a few seconds, the lights turn back on. Jack Chaos is seen lying flat out in the middle of the ring, a led pipe next to him. The crowd is left in surprise while a couple referees come running out from the back and to Jack's aid.