Post by tso on Oct 8, 2012 10:00:54 GMT -5
SENSATIONAL SHORTFILMS PRODUCTIONS PRESENTS: PREMUIM CITY & THE CLOWN PRINCE OF ANARCHY.
***Disclaimer *** No actual shots were fired in the making of this short film/promotion, just metaphorical ones…BOOYAH!
The scene opens in a fairly lit room where currently a bunch of shady looking men, gang members, crooked business tyrants and crooks are all seated around a wooden table watching a TV that’s at the end of it. This scene is very reminiscent and a carbon copy of that gang members meeting scene in the 2008 film The Dark Knight… in fact *SPOILERS* it is! “The criminals” are all paying close attention to the TV at the end of the table which is currently showing…the closing minutes of Marina Valdiva debut introduction promotion?
“So hate me, call me a bitch, say that I’m insignificant, feel free! But to me, it’s all insignificant. All you do when you do those things is motivate me even more. All people do when they say things like that is feed my voracious appetite to be the best! So try and discredit what I have done in this business, try to pick apart every single victory that I have. I am a ruthless and unforgiving person and anyone that crosses me in this company will feel that when I put them through so much hell they’ll wish they never met me at all. I’m not in this company to fuck around, I’m not in this just to “add another bullet point to my resume” and hell, I am definitely not in it for the money! I’m in it to solidify my reputation and by the time this is all over, even my grandest haters, those that want to be bitter over me being successful at their expense…or at their friend’s expense…will have no choice but to respect me. When this conquering is over, all of you will be hailing the one and only Glamour Queen, exiling disgraceful wrestlers such as Jessica Harmony and Timothy Hunt one at a god damn time!”
Voice:: Heh..Heh…Heh…
The criminals all turn to see none other The Sensational One Max Taylor, dressed as The Joker, purple trench coat, white face paint, dyed green hair and all, walking to towards them , laughing like a retard as he approaches.
The Joker (T.S.O):: Heh…Heh…Heh…and I thought MY promos were bad.
One of the crooks on the table, a large burly business man snarls.
Corrupt Business Man:: Who are you…Tell me why I shouldn’t have one of my boys here rip your head off!?
The Joker (T.S.O):: How ‘bout a magic trick?
T.S.O reaches into his purple jacket and pulls out…a pencil (ringing any bells?) he places it upright, tip facing up, on the table.
The Joker (T.S.O):: I’m going to make this pencil disappear…
The business man snaps his fingers and one of his goons approaches T.S.O when suddenly the pencil drops and falls off the table as the goon approaches.
The Joker (T.S.O):: Shit the pencil fall… pick that up for me?
For some daft unknown reason the goon actually goes to pick up the pencil, bending down giving T.S.O the opportunity to deliver a swift kick to the side of his skull knocking him out cold.
The Joker (T.S.O):: BOOY- I mean…heh…heh…heh…
T.S.O sits down at the table staring down all the criminal seated down also.
The Joker (T.S.O):: There the pencils gone…
Gang Member:: Yo I can see it right there on the floor dawg.
The Joker (T.S.O):: SHUT UP. By the way how’s my merchandise? You ought to know you bought it!!!
The same corrupt business man who ordered one of his goons to attack T.S.O gets out of his seat when his mafia pal next to him holds him back by holding onto his arm.
Mafia Don:: I want to hear him out.
T.S.O flashes a devilish grin.
The Joker (T.S.O):: Lets analyse the current state of Premium City, well it’s pretty peaceful isn’t it. Heavily regulated, a strong sense of order and status quo. Now guys like us, the villains, the “bad guys” we don’t want that, we don’t excel in that environment .Hell no. We excel in an environment of violence, brutality, cold blooded ruthlessness. Now that pretty little lady that was on that screen…
T.S.O points to the TV that was showing Marina’s promo.
The Joker (T.S.O):: You may think a cold heartless woman like that being on the scene is a step in the right direction. But it isn’t. She isn’t. I know a buckler when I see one, she’s nothing to get excited about, no… what we need is someone like me…
Gang Member #2:: A FREAK.
Everybody laughs except T.S.O who simply ignores the remark and continues.
The Joker (T.S.O):: Someone...like me, who can turn this city on its head, take it hostage, control it, and introduce true ANARCHY in which guys like us can prosper in.
Mafia Don:: So how you propose we do that?
The Joker (T.S.O):: It’s simple…we kill the competition.
The criminals all laugh once again.
Gang Member #3:: If it’s so simple how come you haven’t done it yet?
The Joker (T.S.O):: If you’re good at something never do it for free.
Mafia Don:: How much do you want?
The Joker ( T.S.O): Not money…gold.
Gang Member # 4:: You’re crazy!
The Joker (T.S.O):: I’m not…seriously I’m not.
The criminals are all chuckling amongst themselves still when one of them, in a cop uniform, speaks up again.
Corrupt Cop:: Tell you what…that Marina is sitting on a nice piece of gold as we speak, you introduce and broadcast true anarchy to the people of Premium City, and we’ll “create” an opportunity for you to take the gold from her so to speak.
T.S.O leans back in his chair and raises an eyebrow suspiciously .
The Joker (T.S.O):: Really? That’s it? You’re not going to like threaten me…put a bounty on my head or anything?
Corrupt Cop:: Um no?
The Joker (T.S.O):: Well this has gone a lot better than it did in the movie…OK deal. Premium City is about to bear witness to Anarchy like never seen before. I will make an example out of a couple of its “citizens”. Sit back and enjoy the show. Heh…Heh…Heh….
T.S.O laughs hysterically while he gets out of his chair and starts striding towards the exit, shutting the doubles doors behind him, his laughter still echoing as the scene fades.
SOME TIME AFTER.
The camera is observing the streets of “Premium City” at night, its pitch black and there’s a chilly wind but all is calm…for now. The camera shows us pedestrians on the sidewalk scuffling along going about their mundane lives when the camera catches onto one man in particular, we only see the back of his head which sports neat jet black hair as he’s walking along the damn near skipping as he does so, randomly high fiving and peace signing people he passes by. The camera follows the man, still remaining behind him so we can’t see his face. Suddenly a frail voice cries out from deep within an alleyway just as the man goes to pass it.
Voice:: Heeeeeelp! Help meeee!
As soon as he hears the distressed plea for help the man turns and runs into the dark alley way to locate the problem, he runs further into the alleyway, the camera still stalking him as he comes to a halt.
Man:: Hello? Where are you!?
Voice:: Heh…Heh…Heh…
Man:: Huh wh-
KRACK!
The man drops to the floor as steel pipe wielding hand bashes him over the head from behind and the scene goes black.
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When the scene comes back we find the man in a dimly light room tied to a chair in front of a mounted video recorder that’s currently rolling, a cloudy plastic bag over his face distorting it but you can still make out the jet back hair. Despite already having a bag over his head the man’s mouth is duct taped shut to boot as the silver material is also easy to make out through the plastic. The man struggles and squirms to no avail, before stopping as footsteps can be heard and “The Joker” T.S.O steps out from the shadows.
The Joker (T.S.O):: Hello…Mr Stryker.
The man, Stryker, says something muffled and squirms at the sound of his name, struggling against his bonds.
The Joker (T.S.O):: Yes I know who you are Stryker….
T.S.O turns to the video recorder that’s recording everything going on and talks.
The Joker (T.S.O):: Attention Premium City. Allow me to bring this situation to your attention. The man you see with me who’s a bit too tied up at the moment to make his own introduction…
Stryker:: Mmph! Mmph!
The Joker (T.S.O):: …Goes by the name of “Mr Stryker”. Now Mr Stryker is a good man. He’s a law abiding citizen, he believes in the greater good, he adheres to conforming to social norms, he believes in chivalry and compassion. He’s the kind of guy that likes to put a smile on people’s faces, help old ladies cross the street and save kittens from trees, that kind of thing.
T.S.O flashes a sinister smile.
The Joker (T.S.O):: I don’t share the same values and morality as our dear Mr Stryker here and I can admit that, conformity, chivalry, compassion? All over rated. All I’ve ever wanted to do while arriving in this pitiful city is shake things up, move to the side Order, and let the chaos and destruction commence. Rules are made to be broken, norms and values are made to be tested, anarchy is the ultimate objective , and I am the solution, our good friend Stryker here is a personification of the problem, one of the problems at least, he has a big heart, but an environment with no rules, an environment in a state of anarchy which I wish to create, is an environment people like Stryker just wouldn’t be able to handle and survive in…
….so I’m going to do him a favour and put him out of his misery…
T.S.O stands in front of the camera and video recorder blocking the tied up “Mr Stryker” from view and then pulls out something from his jacket pocket. We hear the sound of a revolver being loaded and the frantic squirming of the helpless Mr Stryker until…
*click*
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BANG!!!!!!!!
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NEXT DAY.
A stretched limousine is roaming the streets of Premium City. The camera follows the deluxe vehicle that appears to currently own the road on its lonesome for a while until the camera view switches to a camera inside the limo where a man in black and grey Abercrombie suit is sitting in the rear of the limo all alone. We don’t see his face however as he’s currently hiding it behind a Forbes magazine he’s reading, his hands glistening with expensive diamonded rings. A bottle of Rose’ and wine glasses nestled in a holding contraception in front of him as the chauffeur we cannot see due to a blacked out tinted window separating this part of the limo from the drivers part drives on. The camera then switches back to outside the limo just in time to capture the moment a black Hummer suddenly comes roaring out one of the side roads and collides into the side of the limo with a horrific impact! The force of the crash sends the limo veering off course and getting crushed between the Hummer and a brick wall, amazingly nobody is in sight to witness the horrific collision. Smoke begins to erupt from the front of the limo, the rear door creaks open and the man who was inside falls flat on his face on the ground clearly hurt by the collision, as he lays there on his stomach the Hummer doors open and out hops out “The Joker” T.S.O. He appears miraculously undamaged as he sinisterly approaches the man laid out the floor.
The Joker (T.S.O):: Heh…Heh…Heh..Hello …Mr Lanford…
Mr Lanford:: Ughhh….
We see T.S.O stand over the man before the scene once again transitions into darkness.
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When the camera once again starts rolling, we are once again in the room were Mr Stryker was held, only now this time it’s Mr Lanford tied to the now blood soaked chair, duct taped and with a plastic bag placed over his head for extra measure. The man’s clothes are torn from the car crash and possibly from the unforeseen struggle between him and the Prince of Anarchy, speaking of which, T.S.O once again steps into view of the camera from the shadows and sets the positioned video recorded on to play.
The Joker (T.S.O):: Attention once again Premium City. The man who has been sooo kind enough to bless me with his presence this time is a man who thinks he blesses everyone and everything with his presence, this gentleman is Mr Lanford. Mr Lanford here is a very wealthy man, indeed, he believes his financial background gives him some kind of leverage in society, and to a certain extent…it does. Money is power, but you take away that money, and Mr Lanford here is nothing but a snivelling gnat. He uses his wealth as a shield to hide behind and conceal the fact he is a worthless talentless hack. So what happens when you take men like Mr Lanford out of their luxurious comfort zone? What happens when you introduce a little bit of anarchy in these people’s lives, you take them away from the life of hiding behind money, entourage and security cameras and throw them in an environment of blood lust, deprivation and sadism? What happens when men like Mr Lanford men who consider themselves superior to us “peasant” like folks and untouchable get brought down and placed in a situation where money is useless and violence is the only form of trade that is acceptable? I’ll tell you what happens; they simply lose all their power…
T.S.O once again pulls out a revolver from his jacket pocket, cocking it and aiming at the squirming terrified Mr Lanfords head.
T.S.O:: And then they die.
*click*
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BANG!!!
The camera and video recorder visual feed cuts off before T.S.O pulls the trigger but you still hear the gun shot before all goes silent.
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The camera comes back into focus but it’s evident quite some time has passed, T.S.O is sitting in the chair no longer attired in his Joker costume and make up but in his normal shirt, tie and waist with ripped jeans and vans dress code. There’s no sign of “Mr Stryker” or “Mr Lanford” or any of their splattered brain matter on the chair or floor for that matter.
T.S.O:: Hope you guys all enjoyed that little short movie I put on. Too bad what is going to happen next isn’t actually part of a movie or game. The danger is real. My previous WARNINGS were real. Did I not warn people this was going to happen? I said when I debuted it would be just a couple of months, or less…weeks, before I secured my rightful spot in PCW. Secured my spot as a Champion. And although it hasn’t happened just yet, the wheels are in motion, I have a ton of momentum, hunger and focus and due to being the impressive eye-opener that I am I now find myself in contention for the Broadcast Championship. Now I realize this is the lower tier championship but I am far from a lower tier wrestler, I work with what I got, and what I get…I make it work! And believe me I will make it work. I will find myself in a match with Marina Valdiva.I will take the title she didn’t rightfully earn or deserves to hold, or I will find myself in the ring with Chris Dash, either way I will take that Broadcast Championship and I will make it and its respective division…SENSATIONAL. But opps…wait…I’m getting ahead of myself. Because currently I am looking to make my Premium Champion Wrestling PPV debut. At Anarchy, I find myself in a three way No DQ match with two men I have already foreshadowed I am going to KILL to complete my given objective: Winning the gold and asserting myself as the undisputable fastest rising talent PCW has or will ever freakin’ see. These two unfortunate souls that have inadvertently stumbled across my path to success go by the names of Brain Stryker and Todd Lanford.
T.S.O swipes some of his hair out his face; it still has noticeable tints of green from being previously dyed.
T.S.O:: Stryker there was I reason you got “killed off” first in that lil’ TDK spoof, it’s because I knew you would be the first to open your mouth and sprout a load of meaningless crap. Thanks for proving me right, now let me congratulate you by putting you in your place.
I rightfully described you as someone as that likes to have “fun” someone that tries hard to be entertaining and appeal to people. Now some would argue in a way me and you are similar, we’re both high flyers and some people might find some of the shit I do in my promos “funny and entertaining” too but the difference between me and you is one I don’t give a shit if people like my promos or hate em’ and two I don’t do the things like skits and parodies in my promos for other peoples entertainment. I do it for my own amusement. Finally, unlike you, any skits or parodies I do actually have relevance and can be related to the match in some way shape or form. 90% of your promo had no relevance to this match, how can Twinkies be related back to this match? What’s that got to do with anything? Was there meant to be some kind of symbolism thrown in there? I must of missed it, or maybe I didn’t because there WAS none and you wasted yours, mine, and everyone else’s time cutting a promo which mostly had to do with something that has NOTHING to do with the task your facing ahead. You try so hard to be quirky and fun that you appear to be completely oblivious to the situation you’re going to be in when you step into the ring with me, maybe you haven’t properly watched my matches, but when I Booyah Kick you into next Tuesday, hopefully then things will be cleared up.
This isn’t about being fun and entertaining. This is about wrestling and winning. It won’t be Twinkies you’ll be eating in this match, it’ll be my fist when I pummel you in the mouth and have you shitting out teeth for a week. Wake the fuck up and realize who you’re dealing with. Your personality is great for stand-up comedy or talk show hosting but it’s the reason you’re failing in THIS profession and will continue to do so. Never mind me and Todd trading secrets on being better douchebags , maybe if I wasn’t a douchebag I’d trade my secrets with you on how to be a better wrestler. Bitch.
T.S.O smirks.
T.S.O:: I mean really, who are you trying to fool kid? Like I was saying 90% of your promo was Twinkies. The other 10% was a steaming turd. I mean really, you go from talking about a candy bar and then put on this façade that you’re some kind of skull cracking hard-core king and you expect people to be actually taking you seriously? Trying to sound like some hardened ass kicker who’s accustomed to violence, when in reality you came across as a pencil-neck dweeb who tried bigging up his chest to try and impress his peers. I’m not scared of you. And although I’ll be giving them plenty of reason to fear me soon enough I bet Marina ,Chris Dash or the third man in this match Todd don’t fear you either. You like to stand there with a goofy grin and give peace signs, that’s all you are. A poser. I’ve seen real hardcore. I’ve been in other federations that glorify hard core wrestling, witnessed and been in the ring with other guys that would rip one eye out of your sockets and hold it in front of you so you can watch yourself get beaten to death. You’re not one of those guys and despite the shit that comes out of your mouth you’ve never experienced true violence like that, I don’t need to look into your background, you’re happy smiley attitude tells me that, you’ve never been exposed to just how horrific this sport can actually be, but you’re about to.
I’m not going to speak for Todd but Brian I assure you you’re not going to hit the Stryke Out on a steel chair on me or anything like that. You won’t be destroying my career. The only thing you’re going to do is get yourself hurt and destroy your own career when you fail in stepping up and squander your chance of becoming a champion once again. Good luck “bouncing back” this time though, I’m going to cripple your legs, and make your high flying arsenal useless in the process just for the fun of it before I pick you off. I will be very comfortable in that ring don’t worry Brian, because when it comes right down to it when I step into that ring it’s all business and I’m a freaking ring general. The ring is my home. I will own that ring. I will own YOU. And when it’s all said and done, you’ll be staring up at the rafters, with flying Twinkies circling your head wondering what the hell just happened.
Moving on…Then we have Todd Lanford.
T.S.O’s grin widens as his ice blue eyes pierce the camera lens.
T.S.O:: Todd… you’re new , the ink on your contract is still fresh so let’s get the formality’s out the way. Welcome to PCW. I’m Max Taylor. “The Sensational One” and it’s going to be my great pleasure handing you your first loss in your debut match on PCW Pay Per View television. I don’t know much about you so I’m not going to dawdle on you for that long but from what I’ve gathered some of what I said to Stryker applies to you too, you’re both destined failures. From what I’ve seen from you there’s nothing about you to write home about, just some snobby brat from England with more money than brains or muscles, I’m questioning how you managed to worm your way in a title contention match in your debut, you’ve done nothing to show you deserve it, whereas I’ve been turning heads since I arrived in the company and Brian at least has been in the company for a while longer and got a win here and there. Matter of fact…never mind how you wormed your way into the match, how did you worm your way into the company? People like you give us wrestlers a bad name, and yes, I know a lot of stuck up do-gooders like Brian might scream “Hypocrite” but hey… Todd you took a harmless fan by surprise, catching him off guard and laying him out with a gore. That’s low even by my standards. And this is coming from a guy that attacked a granny with a book, as Stryker so kindly pointed out.
So that wasn’t that impressive and was a stupid way to try and make an impact to say the least. A fan has no business being in the ring and the same could be said for you which is why your ass got booed out the arena, you know what came on not long after that little display by you that night? My match with Mikalya James. Now that was impressive, that’s what people want to see, actual wrestling, not some skinny nerd throwing money around like anybody gives a damn.
I get your game Todd, you’re rich and you like to flaunt it. Yawn. I know you got a rich daddy you leech off and who’s been spoon feeding you your entire worthless life. I also know he laughed at the thought of you coming over here in America and joining this company filled with “stinky wrestlers” and you probably thinking he was laughing at you lowering yourself to follow a trivial cause, but I bet all the money I’VE got that he was secretly laughing at the thought of his good for nothing son looking to get into a job where his money can’t save him or holds any merit. I’ve got a rich daddy too, but you don’t see me flaunting my trust funds or offering out pay checks to people with no experience in wrestling to wrestle me because those are the only people I can look good sharing a ring with. Unlike you I actually have at least SOME sense of honour when it comes to this wrestling business and on top of that, I also have a boatload of talent. Something your money can’t buy and something come Anarchy you won’t be able to handle. I know in your bio it says you like to win everything but you’ll just have to accept in life even us rich kids come up short sometimes. “Future PCW Champion”? Please. You can try climbing that ladder, but I’ll be at the top waiting to kick you off and watch you fall. But hey…at least you’ll fall back on a ton of money, amiright!?
T.S.O chortles to himself, clearly amused with himself.
T.S.O:: Gentlemen it’s like this. It doesn’t matter what you THINK you’re going to do. At Anarchy, you’ll be stepping into MY playground, No Disqualification? That’s my forte baby! No rules. Anything goes. That’s my style, I’ll be using everything INCLUDING the Kitchen Sink to my disposal with no repercussions or morality holding me back and you gotta love it. Consider me the Prince of Anarchy, I’ll be showing you what the word really means, being someone who’s accustomed to saying “fuck you” to the system and the rules set in place as it is. I’m a huge comic book reader, and me acting as The Joker was a pretty fitting comparison, the unknowledgeable might mistake us for harmless clowns, but underestimating us is foolish, we both excel in chaos and environments were there are no laws, and if there are existing laws we bend or outright break em’, we both play dirty and we both make sure we always get the last laugh. And believe me, when I’m standing over both of your broken carcasses, I will be the only one laughing. I simply hope both the current Champion Marina and possible future Broadcast Champion Chris Dash watch the match so they have at least somewhat of an inkling of what awaits either of them. But just like you Brian and Todd, there will be NOTHING either of them will be able to do about it. I am coming to the Air Canada Center in a few short days to win, I am going to introduce TRUE anarchy to the pair of you on my way to challenging for the Broadcast Championship…and the entire spectacle is going to be… SENSATIONAL. See you soon.
T.S.O gets up and walks off, a couple of seconds later,Kandy,wearing a Harley Quinn costume with her face painted white to match skips into view spinning a revolver around on her finger,she stops infront of the camera,smiles and winks.
Harley Quinn (Kandy):: Sorry,you know me,have to get in on the fun.
She points the gun to the camera and squeezes the trigger.
BANG!!!!
EORP
