Post by Jillie on Dec 17, 2008 22:55:38 GMT -6
Scene opens with Brenda Price. She is standing outside what looks like a tour bus.
BP: Ladies and Gentlemen, I am standing here, in Arlington, Texas, with “Everyone’s Favourite Canadian Lady” Adriana Samu.
The camera pulls away to show Adriana Samu. Her hair is down and she’s dressed in a black tank top, a grey hooded sweater, jeans and sunglasses.
You’re looking a little rough this afternoon, Miss Samu. Had a little too much fun during your birthday weekend?
Brenda chuckles. Adriana pulls her sunglasses up on top of her head and raises an eyebrow.
I don’t drink, you moron. Don’t you do your research?
Brenda’s smile drops.
Oh…Sorry…Anyway…
Adriana suddenly snatches the mic away.
Anyway this. Get out of my shot. I have something to say.
Brenda raises her hands in submission and backs off.
“The Excellent Gordie” – I don’t know who the Hell you think you are, Gord, but you have seriously confused me. See, I thought one had to be a wrestler to wrestle. Not a manager. Not a valet. Not a skinny little slut. A wrestler. So I don’t understand why you would allow Sarah Canady, who is not a wrestler, to wrestle in a wrestling match! When I said I was offended to be left off the card, I meant I was not booked to wrestle in a wrestling match with a wrestler! I fail to see how that could be misinterpreted to mean “Please, sir, throw me and a useless waste of skin into a match that my team already has won just to see what will happen!” This is bullshit, Gord, and you know it. My job was to keep Sarah Canady from costing my boys their match, which is why you and Vince Bischoff had me listed as ringside help in the first place. Obviously, you wanted this match to be a fair one. Let me give you boys a little tip, from one booker to another – if you want someone ringside to even the odds, don’t put her in a position where she has to worry about costing her team by being pinned herself! It’s counter productive! I think you two should have a serious sit down about who is on your active roster and who is not, because I think there has been some gross miscommunication there.
And speaking of miscommunication, who the f*ck is Jack Clinton to get in front of a camera and tell me that I don’t matter in this match!? Boy, you do not know who you are talking about. I do believe you are making one of the most dangerous mistakes you could around here – underestimate the competition.
You see, Jackie, I have no illusions about my competition. The talent in this First Blood Battle Royal is nothing to sniff at. Stank Lovve, DevilDog and Candy Lovve are all seasoned wrestlers with a chip on their collective shoulder right now, courtesy of Everyone’s Favourite Canadian SINner, no less. Viper is seven feet of pure wrestling perfection. Rick Roll is making a name for himself around here, even though he seems a little too concerned about EnigmaH [Adriana pronounces the H audibly] than with the task at hand. Hannah and Cerise Richardson have got to be two tough bitches to not even blink at the possibility of their blood gushing from their pretty faces.
But most of all, there is me. I am not offended by being underestimated, Jackie. It happens all the time. Just ask Stank, Double D and Candy what happened when they underestimated me, when they thought that I would keep putting up with their bullshit for the sake of friendship and at the expense of my career. Ask the many, many men I have pinned in the middle of that ring what it felt like when they underestimated me, didn’t train before our match, and lost to a chick. Ask everyone who saw me go to the top rope and underestimated my ability to land my heel right in their temple how it felt to get their skull caved in.
I don’t even blame you for underestimating me, Jackie. I don’t wrestle in these kinds of matches very often, but it’s not that I’m afraid of them. Johnny Moxie stated that my name would never be announced in the same sentence as the Harts. Apparently he is doing the same kind of research as Brenda Price otherwise he would have noticed that my name is mentioned in the same sentence as them, because that’s who trained me. Stu, Owen and Bret Hart are my mentors, along with Chris Benoit. Teddy Hart, DS Smith, TJ Wilson and Natalya are my peers. Johnny and Jackie - you should be overly worried about me. I have the best wrestling education a Western Canadian could ask for. I was trained by Canadian Wrestling Royalty, and I was trained with the philosophy that wrestling can be entertaining without chairs, tables, barbed wire, tacks, light tubes, or profuse bloodshed.
But I know what I’m getting into. I agreed to this match knowing full well that I might need a few stitches by the end of the night. I agreed to this match knowing I might have to pick up a weapon and make someone else require stitches by the end of the night. I am not afraid to bleed, boys and girls. Luckily for me, I won’t have to bleed. Because I am also not afraid to make someone bleed. I am not afraid to do what I have to do to win a match. You can ask anyone I’ve been in the ring with – Syco Boy, Kyle Krush, Air Raid, hell, even ask Viper. I have made them all bleed, boys.
While some of the other competitors are busy arguing amongst themselves, chasing after the object of their lust, whining about the fact that they are even in the match to begin with, or ignoring the issue all together, I am focused. I am ready. I am not a violent person, preferring, in this business, the athleticism rather than the carnage. But I am prepared to cause bloodshed.
This is the chance I have been waiting for. I will be one of the last, unscathed people in that ring. I will go on to be one of the two competitors of one-on-one matches. I will continue to become the sole, #1 Contender for the Von Erich Memorial Championship. Finally, I will become the first female to hold the Von Erich Memorial Championship, breaking yet another record, and proving, once again, to Stank, Johnny, Double D, Ricky, Hannah, Cerise, Candy, and Jackie…[/b]
Adriana looks at her hands and notices that she’s only counted off eight people. She silently raises two more fingers for herself and Viper, and stares at the last remaining index finger, representing the eleventh person in the match as if she can’t, for the life of her, remember who that competitor should be. She finally shrugs it off and continues.
…proving to you all that, starting with the ball-crushing of Stank Lovve, I am ready to do what it takes to get what I deserve. Gold.
Adriana flashes the camera a smirk before tossing the mic back to Brenda, who looks put out. Adriana turns her back on the camera and swings the door of her tour bus open. The camera pans out a little more as we hear Adriana say something like “what the hell is that doing here?” Adriana snatches up a steal pipe that is leaning against the wall just inside the door in the short stairway that leads up to the bus. The door closes behind Adriana to end the scene.
BP: Ladies and Gentlemen, I am standing here, in Arlington, Texas, with “Everyone’s Favourite Canadian Lady” Adriana Samu.
The camera pulls away to show Adriana Samu. Her hair is down and she’s dressed in a black tank top, a grey hooded sweater, jeans and sunglasses.
You’re looking a little rough this afternoon, Miss Samu. Had a little too much fun during your birthday weekend?
Brenda chuckles. Adriana pulls her sunglasses up on top of her head and raises an eyebrow.
I don’t drink, you moron. Don’t you do your research?
Brenda’s smile drops.
Oh…Sorry…Anyway…
Adriana suddenly snatches the mic away.
Anyway this. Get out of my shot. I have something to say.
Brenda raises her hands in submission and backs off.
“The Excellent Gordie” – I don’t know who the Hell you think you are, Gord, but you have seriously confused me. See, I thought one had to be a wrestler to wrestle. Not a manager. Not a valet. Not a skinny little slut. A wrestler. So I don’t understand why you would allow Sarah Canady, who is not a wrestler, to wrestle in a wrestling match! When I said I was offended to be left off the card, I meant I was not booked to wrestle in a wrestling match with a wrestler! I fail to see how that could be misinterpreted to mean “Please, sir, throw me and a useless waste of skin into a match that my team already has won just to see what will happen!” This is bullshit, Gord, and you know it. My job was to keep Sarah Canady from costing my boys their match, which is why you and Vince Bischoff had me listed as ringside help in the first place. Obviously, you wanted this match to be a fair one. Let me give you boys a little tip, from one booker to another – if you want someone ringside to even the odds, don’t put her in a position where she has to worry about costing her team by being pinned herself! It’s counter productive! I think you two should have a serious sit down about who is on your active roster and who is not, because I think there has been some gross miscommunication there.
And speaking of miscommunication, who the f*ck is Jack Clinton to get in front of a camera and tell me that I don’t matter in this match!? Boy, you do not know who you are talking about. I do believe you are making one of the most dangerous mistakes you could around here – underestimate the competition.
You see, Jackie, I have no illusions about my competition. The talent in this First Blood Battle Royal is nothing to sniff at. Stank Lovve, DevilDog and Candy Lovve are all seasoned wrestlers with a chip on their collective shoulder right now, courtesy of Everyone’s Favourite Canadian SINner, no less. Viper is seven feet of pure wrestling perfection. Rick Roll is making a name for himself around here, even though he seems a little too concerned about EnigmaH [Adriana pronounces the H audibly] than with the task at hand. Hannah and Cerise Richardson have got to be two tough bitches to not even blink at the possibility of their blood gushing from their pretty faces.
But most of all, there is me. I am not offended by being underestimated, Jackie. It happens all the time. Just ask Stank, Double D and Candy what happened when they underestimated me, when they thought that I would keep putting up with their bullshit for the sake of friendship and at the expense of my career. Ask the many, many men I have pinned in the middle of that ring what it felt like when they underestimated me, didn’t train before our match, and lost to a chick. Ask everyone who saw me go to the top rope and underestimated my ability to land my heel right in their temple how it felt to get their skull caved in.
I don’t even blame you for underestimating me, Jackie. I don’t wrestle in these kinds of matches very often, but it’s not that I’m afraid of them. Johnny Moxie stated that my name would never be announced in the same sentence as the Harts. Apparently he is doing the same kind of research as Brenda Price otherwise he would have noticed that my name is mentioned in the same sentence as them, because that’s who trained me. Stu, Owen and Bret Hart are my mentors, along with Chris Benoit. Teddy Hart, DS Smith, TJ Wilson and Natalya are my peers. Johnny and Jackie - you should be overly worried about me. I have the best wrestling education a Western Canadian could ask for. I was trained by Canadian Wrestling Royalty, and I was trained with the philosophy that wrestling can be entertaining without chairs, tables, barbed wire, tacks, light tubes, or profuse bloodshed.
But I know what I’m getting into. I agreed to this match knowing full well that I might need a few stitches by the end of the night. I agreed to this match knowing I might have to pick up a weapon and make someone else require stitches by the end of the night. I am not afraid to bleed, boys and girls. Luckily for me, I won’t have to bleed. Because I am also not afraid to make someone bleed. I am not afraid to do what I have to do to win a match. You can ask anyone I’ve been in the ring with – Syco Boy, Kyle Krush, Air Raid, hell, even ask Viper. I have made them all bleed, boys.
While some of the other competitors are busy arguing amongst themselves, chasing after the object of their lust, whining about the fact that they are even in the match to begin with, or ignoring the issue all together, I am focused. I am ready. I am not a violent person, preferring, in this business, the athleticism rather than the carnage. But I am prepared to cause bloodshed.
This is the chance I have been waiting for. I will be one of the last, unscathed people in that ring. I will go on to be one of the two competitors of one-on-one matches. I will continue to become the sole, #1 Contender for the Von Erich Memorial Championship. Finally, I will become the first female to hold the Von Erich Memorial Championship, breaking yet another record, and proving, once again, to Stank, Johnny, Double D, Ricky, Hannah, Cerise, Candy, and Jackie…[/b]
Adriana looks at her hands and notices that she’s only counted off eight people. She silently raises two more fingers for herself and Viper, and stares at the last remaining index finger, representing the eleventh person in the match as if she can’t, for the life of her, remember who that competitor should be. She finally shrugs it off and continues.
…proving to you all that, starting with the ball-crushing of Stank Lovve, I am ready to do what it takes to get what I deserve. Gold.
Adriana flashes the camera a smirk before tossing the mic back to Brenda, who looks put out. Adriana turns her back on the camera and swings the door of her tour bus open. The camera pans out a little more as we hear Adriana say something like “what the hell is that doing here?” Adriana snatches up a steal pipe that is leaning against the wall just inside the door in the short stairway that leads up to the bus. The door closes behind Adriana to end the scene.
