Lil People

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(Adrenaline is seen getting out of the Z8. He grabs a bag and slings it over his shoulder and walks into the training building. Undercard wrestlers are going at it inside the ring, while others hit the bag and some just lift weights. Adrenaline, wearing adidas work out suit and his dreads tied up in a ponytail, walks past all this to the NFW area set aside for the "Real" wrestlers. It's still empty so he sets his bag down and rolls into the ring and then sits, arms on the second rope, legs dangling outside the ring.)

Adrenaline: Oooo..please don't hurt me bad!! Tempesta, nothing gets by you old boy does it? I mean you're as sharp as a steel trap I guess. I wasn't trying to send you a hidden message on that last interview. I wasn't trying to make anybody feel sorry for me. I was jus being real...but I guess that all went over your head.

(Adrenaline shakes his head before he goes on.)

Adrenaline: Anyways, you took that as a chance to talk about your childhood and while I will admit it does sound so Huck Finn like, I almost shed a tear..naw!! Man guys like you are a dime a dozen. Everybody goes through some stuff as a child...it shapes who they are as an adult and as you seem to focus on my handsome face and try to show us how talented and rich you are, all while maintaining this tough facade, my guess is you weren't loved as a child. But you already told us that, but I would venture to take it a step further. You said you had to fight for beer and woman and food and whatever else you want. My guess is you lost those fights...many times. That's why you're so bitter. That's why even now that you have a lil bit of that Manson doh in your pocket you're still concerned about being tough because you know that it can be taken from you in one instant. Tragic isn't it...

(Adrenaline's smirk slowly fades as he moves his head side to side slowly and cracks the bones in his neck.)

Adrenaline: The Doctors said you weren't going to live at birth? Maybe they're werent' doctors. Maybe they were psyhics. Maybe one day they knew you'd be stepping into the ring with me in a street fight and that's why they said you were going to die. So in reality they weren't wrong..just off a few years, but I'm going to do my part to make their prediction come true. You think I'm going to be scared because I'm on your turf, well you're wrong. The only thing that's going to be different now is that you won't have a bell to save your ass and I won't be dq, when my knee is over your neck applying more pressure. And you'll want to quit...I'll see it in your eyes, but you won't be able to talk because your ribs are going to be the first things to go so with each breath it'll burn like you've never felt before. You'll have to decide weather you want to take a breath and scream to end the match and risk passing out or if you can be a tough guy and keep it up with each breath feels like a knife to your side. Tempesta, playtime is over and the big dogs are coming out, but only one of us, you and I, are going to be able to go play with them and I have no intentions of staying in the sandbox when there's a real game going on. But don't worry, I never forget about the little people. So when I'm headline events and having gold around my waist, I'll need somebody like you to carry in my bags, keep track of my appointments and that type of stuff...in general be my #####...which I guess after this match is over you'll have a hell of a start. Lata.

(Adrenaline slides his legs under the ropes and does a back flip to a stand postion and goes to check out the ropes as shot fades to black.)

 

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(Fade in and we see Tempesta is getting out of a limo, Dressed to the nines in a Versace suit. It is night time, and the camera rushes to him as we hear the sound of pounding footsteps. Just Mark appears in frame, jamming a mike in Tempestas face)
Just Mark: Any comments on Adrenaline's latest promo?
Tempesta: No. (begins to walk swiftly away towards a doorman, who is waiting dutifully at his post)
Just Mark: (keeping pace with the much larger man) Really? He made some pretty interesting insights into your character and I thought...
Tempesta: (Stops short) Did I miss an announcement or something?
Just Mark: (Flustered) Um, I don't, um, what do you mean?
Tempesta: Since when are you being paid to think little man?
Just Mark: Uh, um, uh...(Camera zooms in on Tempesta, who is towering over the cameraman)
Tempesta: Di me. (Yanks the mike out of Just Mark's hand, and adresses the camera as it zooms in on Tempesta, who is towering over the cameraman) A, I swear, they must pay your sorry *** by the word for your promos. (Frowns at Just Mark who is off camera) Never in my life have I heard a man run his mouth as much as you. The worst part is, it's always the same old tired crap every d***** time. I'll tell you this right now. I'm going to burn you down slowly. I'm going to take a lot of time, and a lot of pleasure, in beating the arrogance and condecension out of you. You have no idea, NO IDEA just what kind of h*** I'm going to put you through. I'm not playing this one for the crowd, oh no, I'm not even doing for the money. That's just a little loophole that will let me beat your a** legally. (Tempesta rolls his shoulders as he closes his eyes and frowns in thought. Camera pulls back so we can see Just Mark looking at Tempesta cautiously.)
Just Mark: (Carefully reaches for the mike while Adrenaline is thinking)
Tempesta: (Snaps his eyes open just as Mark is about to grab the mike and glares at Mark and mutters) Are You Insane?
Just Mark: (Meekly) No. (Withdraws slowly off camera)
Tempesta: (Continues to glare at Just Mark, then focuses on the camera again) You see, you been talking a good game about how much you're going to hurt me, but it ain't nothing I ain't heard before, and from better fighters. You didn't deliver on half what you promised at our last match, and if I remember right, it was your panty wearing *** that got saved by the bell. Where I grew up, you didn't deliver the goods, you got dead, quick. (Smiles) Regardless, we both have the desire to be the best, and I respect that in a competitor A, I really do. So your momma can sleep at night, tell her that I ain't gonna killa ya A, I'm looking forward to carrying your sorry carcass through the matches that are going to make me a superstar way too much for that, Punk. (Tempesta whips the mike at Just Mark and stalks into his building. Camera pans over to Mark and we see him bobbling the mike as he tries to catch it.)
FTB

 

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(The shot opens with Adrenaline inside a gym. The morning rays of sunlight are coming through the windows. His taped up wrists and fists hit the bag at an impressive speed for a "wrestler." A small T.V. sits against the wall, tuned to a closed circut system of NFW. Adrenaline does a 5 hit combo consisting of 3 jabs, an uppercut and ending it with a haymaker. The bag swings widly as he stops and notices Tempesta on the screen. Adrenaline smiles as he watches and shakes his head as he chuckles. As Tempesta finishes up, Adrenaline turns to face his own camera and begins untapping his wrist.)

Adrenaline: I say the same thing over and over? Man, I guess your tv only works one way because when it comes to repeating things you have that area locked down. I mean I really thought you lived on a recyleing center because all the crap you said to me...I wasn't going to be rude because I know it's tough for you "dock" folks to keep up with the rest of us mean cityfolk. Jesus how many times are you going to tell me that wrestling is just a legal way for you to kick some ass? I got it. If you ask me, you haven't actually used that "loophole" as you called it, to it's fullest advantage because guess what Tempesta, I'm right here!

(Adrenaline pouinds on his chest a few times.)

Adrenaline: I'm right here. Still breathing, still walking, still punching, kicking and bet your life, still talking! Still...talking.

(Adrenaline smiles as he takes a deep breath.)

Adrenaline: Now let me understand this because I don't wanna put my foot in my mouth. You've heard all my talk before from better fighters. Ok fair enough. But if you couldn't get the job done on me and I'm not one of those "better fighters" does that mean that you were having your ass handed to you by those? I'm just sayin, my deduction skills aren't the greatest but that's what I come up with and it would seem to support my theory of you being a bitter ophan just right. All those years out there on the rough streets, just trying to survive when if somebody had just sat down and gave you a hug and let you know "it's not your fault," and all this would've just gone away. You'd prolly be somewhere pushing a pen and selling stocks but no..nobody ever gave you any love. And now you're here in the NFW trying to be a tough guy, but we all know that what you really want is just a hug...

(Adrenaline sniffles and wipes a fake tear from his eye as he smirks.)

Adrenaline: Or maybe not. Who cares why your here or what you did before. Who cares about those better fighters talking the talk? I don't. What I do care about is putting you in your place once and for all and letting all your shoot buddy friends know this is just as real as that octagon cage crap. You want love? Wrong place. You want a hug? Wrong place. You want acceptance? Wrong place. YOu wanna pound some dudes face into the ground and get away with it? Wrong guy!

(All traces of the humor fade away quickly.)

Adrenaline: You're right..you totally controled that match last week, but with all your control you couldn't keep me down and don't you forget that. I didn't tap and I didn't stay down for the three so all you proved is that you can dish it out...on the other hand I proved that I can take it all and still keep coming back. That's what my name means...the ability to do things that you wouldn't normally do. The boost to kick out, to pull some strength to run that much more quicker. I proved I could take it and this week, I'll prove that I can throw it all back and it'll be your turn to take the punishment. Will you be able to deal with that?

(Adrenaline pulls the last piece of tape off his wrists and throws the bundle away and smiles as he looks into the camera.)

Adrenaline: Maybe you don't need a hug or somebody to love you. Maybe you just need a father figure and at the house show...you can bet you're going to know whose yo daddy!!!

(Adrenaline walks out of the shot as the camera swings back to focus on the bag which is slowly swinging in the air.)