Post by hassanumer999 on Mar 6, 2008 4:36:49 GMT -5
PART 1
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Part 2
Tornado comes back from a commercial break and Sycho Sam is sitting in a dimly lit room, smoking a ciggarete.
"Yeah, I lost my debut match. But it does'nt matter."
Sycho Sam shows one of his trademark snarling grin
"At least I got to kick the ass of a former champion. And you know, that Aaron Zhane is'nt a bad fellow. He might be a little creepy, with his poetic way of talking, but he's one hell of a competitor"
The camera rotates 180 degrees, and shows another person in the room.
"So, Sycho Sam, how are you feeling going into your tourney match with Kraft O' Mac?"
The other person in the room is an interviewer, but because of the dimness of the room, one cannot make out who the interviewer is.
"Well, on one hand, I'm excited. I'm excited to get a chance to prove myself in this tournament. And on the other hand... I'm disgusted. Disgusted by this Kraft O' Mac dude"
"Why do you hate Kraft so much? You two havent even met each other, let alone fight each other in a match."
Sam puts his ciggarete into something on his left hand side, probably an ashtray, but once again, because of the dimness of the room, one cannot see very clearly in the room.
"Hey, dude, if you had to face a creep who does a 'Chicken Dance' and calls everyone 'Children' and even refers to himself in third person as 'The Cheesiest', would'nt you be a little, you know, worried?"
The interviewer laughs a bit as he asks Sycho Sam another question
"Well, Sycho, if my sources are'nt incorrect, you've been in some of the most vicious and violent matches in some of the most brutal indy wrestling promotions. Most people are scared of doing an Arabian Deathmatch with mentally deranged people, and you just did those matches without a drop of fear."
Sam clasps his hands together and laughs uneasily
"Yeah, well, i guess my battle scars can also show that I'm supposedly a man with no fear... But there's something about this Kraft O' Mac dude... Maybe it's just him playing mind games with me... or maybe I'm just high at the moment!"
Both the interviewer and sam laugh.
"Sycho Sam, thanks for your time, and good luck with your match."
The interviewer leaves the room, and Sam inhales deeply
"Yeah, I think I'm just high, yeah, that's it. I'm high and Kraft O' Mac is no-one to be scared of... hopefully"
The camera fades out.
"Yeah, I lost my debut match. But it does'nt matter."
Sycho Sam shows one of his trademark snarling grin
"At least I got to kick the ass of a former champion. And you know, that Aaron Zhane is'nt a bad fellow. He might be a little creepy, with his poetic way of talking, but he's one hell of a competitor"
The camera rotates 180 degrees, and shows another person in the room.
"So, Sycho Sam, how are you feeling going into your tourney match with Kraft O' Mac?"
The other person in the room is an interviewer, but because of the dimness of the room, one cannot make out who the interviewer is.
"Well, on one hand, I'm excited. I'm excited to get a chance to prove myself in this tournament. And on the other hand... I'm disgusted. Disgusted by this Kraft O' Mac dude"
"Why do you hate Kraft so much? You two havent even met each other, let alone fight each other in a match."
Sam puts his ciggarete into something on his left hand side, probably an ashtray, but once again, because of the dimness of the room, one cannot see very clearly in the room.
"Hey, dude, if you had to face a creep who does a 'Chicken Dance' and calls everyone 'Children' and even refers to himself in third person as 'The Cheesiest', would'nt you be a little, you know, worried?"
The interviewer laughs a bit as he asks Sycho Sam another question
"Well, Sycho, if my sources are'nt incorrect, you've been in some of the most vicious and violent matches in some of the most brutal indy wrestling promotions. Most people are scared of doing an Arabian Deathmatch with mentally deranged people, and you just did those matches without a drop of fear."
Sam clasps his hands together and laughs uneasily
"Yeah, well, i guess my battle scars can also show that I'm supposedly a man with no fear... But there's something about this Kraft O' Mac dude... Maybe it's just him playing mind games with me... or maybe I'm just high at the moment!"
Both the interviewer and sam laugh.
"Sycho Sam, thanks for your time, and good luck with your match."
The interviewer leaves the room, and Sam inhales deeply
"Yeah, I think I'm just high, yeah, that's it. I'm high and Kraft O' Mac is no-one to be scared of... hopefully"
The camera fades out.
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Part 2
The scene opens in a dimly lit room. A sound is heard and it sounds as if someone is repairing something. A click is heard and a small light bulb that is hanging from the cieling illluminates the room. It seems that it is Sycho Sam's room bcause the room is decked with posters of metal bands and women. The camera keeps rotating, showing the room until it stops at Sycho Sam, who is lighting a cigarette.
:Sam:
Now at least I can see if I am lighting my cig and not something else!
A knock is heard on the door but before Sam can ask who it is, JJ Dyanamite comes into the room.
:JJ:
Wow, Sam, you took my advice and got a light bulb for your room!
:Sam:
Yeah, well, i got my first Paycheck here when i defeated Kraft last week.
:JJ:
Sam, you did'nt just defeat Kraft, you HUMILIATED him!
:Sam:
*laughs* Yeah I guess I was a little paranoid coming into the match, but I wouldnt like to dwell on that, I'd like to focus on my next match, which incedentally is a match for the X title's number one contender
JJ sits on a sofa and immediately starts coughing as dust clouds can be seen
:JJ:
*cough* Hey, Sam shouldnt you be buying another sofa? I think your salary should allow you to buy one easily
:Sam:
I tried man, but there aint no good sofas in Seattle!
:JJ:
Speaking of Seattle, how do you like this place?
:Sam:
Seattle is nice, the home of grunge rock. Bands like Nirvana, Alice in Chains and Soundgarden came through here. So yeah it's a cool place.
:JJ:
Hey, arent you a metalhead? I thought metalheads only like metal!
:Sam:
No, man, metal is my preffered form of music, but I've got a pretty wide taste. Like, look at that Soundgarden poster, right next to that Vida Guerra one
:JJ:
So, Sam, coming back to the topic of Wrestling, how are you feeling right now?
:Sam:
Yeah, well, I think I'm confident, but then again I have to face this Kraft dude again. When I saw the match card and saw that I was lined up with a Russian AND a clown, I was like 'What the f*ck?' But it's not my job to complain, my job is to kick ass, get my paycheck, and do it again next week.
:JJ:
You're afraid of clowns? I guess it must be childhood trauma right? Anyway what have you got against Russians?
:Sam:
What? No, I aint got nothing against em. Just afraid of em y'know? Russian people are some of the best fighters around. They're natural born ones if you ask me. Every Russian person I've ever fought took me to the limit like no other person of any other nationality EVER has.
:JJ:
Sam, you know, you show a bit too much respect to your opponents. Like, you're always scared of them and stuff. I can understand why you're afraid of Lenaski, but, who would be afraid of Kraft?
:Sam:
It's like you said man, childhood trauma. I never liked clowns. And they never liked me.
:JJ:
Aight Sam, I'll talk to you next week I suppose, good luck and uhh.. get a sofa will ya?
JJ shakes Sam's hand and leaves. Sam puts on his headphones as the scene fades
:Sam:
Now at least I can see if I am lighting my cig and not something else!
A knock is heard on the door but before Sam can ask who it is, JJ Dyanamite comes into the room.
:JJ:
Wow, Sam, you took my advice and got a light bulb for your room!
:Sam:
Yeah, well, i got my first Paycheck here when i defeated Kraft last week.
:JJ:
Sam, you did'nt just defeat Kraft, you HUMILIATED him!
:Sam:
*laughs* Yeah I guess I was a little paranoid coming into the match, but I wouldnt like to dwell on that, I'd like to focus on my next match, which incedentally is a match for the X title's number one contender
JJ sits on a sofa and immediately starts coughing as dust clouds can be seen
:JJ:
*cough* Hey, Sam shouldnt you be buying another sofa? I think your salary should allow you to buy one easily
:Sam:
I tried man, but there aint no good sofas in Seattle!
:JJ:
Speaking of Seattle, how do you like this place?
:Sam:
Seattle is nice, the home of grunge rock. Bands like Nirvana, Alice in Chains and Soundgarden came through here. So yeah it's a cool place.
:JJ:
Hey, arent you a metalhead? I thought metalheads only like metal!
:Sam:
No, man, metal is my preffered form of music, but I've got a pretty wide taste. Like, look at that Soundgarden poster, right next to that Vida Guerra one
:JJ:
So, Sam, coming back to the topic of Wrestling, how are you feeling right now?
:Sam:
Yeah, well, I think I'm confident, but then again I have to face this Kraft dude again. When I saw the match card and saw that I was lined up with a Russian AND a clown, I was like 'What the f*ck?' But it's not my job to complain, my job is to kick ass, get my paycheck, and do it again next week.
:JJ:
You're afraid of clowns? I guess it must be childhood trauma right? Anyway what have you got against Russians?
:Sam:
What? No, I aint got nothing against em. Just afraid of em y'know? Russian people are some of the best fighters around. They're natural born ones if you ask me. Every Russian person I've ever fought took me to the limit like no other person of any other nationality EVER has.
:JJ:
Sam, you know, you show a bit too much respect to your opponents. Like, you're always scared of them and stuff. I can understand why you're afraid of Lenaski, but, who would be afraid of Kraft?
:Sam:
It's like you said man, childhood trauma. I never liked clowns. And they never liked me.
:JJ:
Aight Sam, I'll talk to you next week I suppose, good luck and uhh.. get a sofa will ya?
JJ shakes Sam's hand and leaves. Sam puts on his headphones as the scene fades