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It’s another sunny day up on the Gold Coast, and Mikey and Justine are lounging around at the pool of another expensive hotel. Mikey is floating around the pool, wearing some expensive sunglasses on a floating lilo of sorts. His mobile rings, and he answers it. He listens for a second, and throws it over his head into the pool, a disgruntled look on his face as it sinks down to the bottom of the pool. Justine sits up, mouth wide open.
Justine: MIKEY! Those cost five hundred dollars!
Mikey: Eh�?
He floats towards the edge of the pool, and Justine gives up, diving in to retrieve the phone.
Mikey: So Nappa�?you feel the inner conscience to doubt what I am capable of? You told the world that I would not be able to beat you, because you are Italian�?let me put that into perspective. A rich, successful, good looking young man such as myself was told that he couldn’t beat a dirty, greasy, unkempt, rock ape wog. All you have accomplished in your life is a European title win, and in high school, provided you made it that far, you probably beat a Vietnamese kid for lunch money. What a wasted existence. You probably still live with your mother, while you dad goes out to sell crack cocaine for a living, and you sit on your terracotta porch, overlooking your bullshit little concrete garden, wondering whether your dad will be bringing home dinner, or whether the next time you see him is when he’s behind bars being molested by an Aboriginal. You stereotypical little Italian fuckstain, you have no chance of being able to succeed in a world that I dominate. Start thinking of running your own little pizza shop for the rest of your life, because people like you were born to FAIL and amount to NOTHING�?
Justine pops her head up out of the water.
Justine: I found it.
She puts the damaged phone on the side of the pool. Mikey looks at it, and looks at Justine.
Mikey: Oh yeah, Doz�?you irritating little spastic �?any doubting you have of my abilities is null to begin with. Why? Because you are NOTHING but a jobber. People will look back and consider your obliteration by me to be your finest moment. Be thankful I made you look good, even in your defeat. And don’t you dare blame someone else for your misgivings. Justine was hardly in the wrong; she was just doing her job. (Justine Nods) And WHEN I win the title, good luck trying to get a shot, the European title isn’t for curtain jerkers anymore�?
With that, the scene ends�?/FONT>
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Mikey is shown lying back in a lounge suite with Justine running around frantically, frustrated over the loss...
Justine: I cant believe that son of a bitch Gabriel!
The Generic Interviewer walks in, and heads over towards Mikey, who isnt moving from the couch, fixed, gazing into space.
GI: Mikey... just want to get a few words with you, perhaps...
Mikey keeps gazing into space, not giving a response. The interviewer asks Justine whats wrong, and without saying a word, slides on top of Mikey, and whispers in his ear "I think the nice interviewer wants to speak to you, dear." Mikey looks at the interviewer, then at Justine, then at the interviewer again, and his face begins to turn a few shades of mean. He gets up, and walks over to where the interviewer is, backtracking him in his steps.
Mikey: You want to know how it feels to LOSE?
Mikey is nose to nose with the interviewer, and he pulls back and punches a hole in the wall right next to the poor bastards face, as Justine shrieks in fright.
Mikey: THAT MOTHERFUCKER! THAT NO GOOD MOTHERFUCKER!
Justine: Mikey! Mikey! Calm down!
Mikey takes a few steps back...
Mikey: Nappa wouldnt have had a chance if Gabriel wasnt such a stupid piece of fucking SHIT!
He turns around, and puts his foot right though a large screen TV, sending sparks flying.
Mikey: I had two revelations tonight... the first was that bullshit finisher of that kids... and the second was this...
Mikey puts his hand on the shoulder of the interviewer.
Mikey: ...the revelation is this - you have two choices in this world... use others as a stepping stone, or be buried under a tombstone... Gabriel... pull out a paper napkin and start jotting down what you want on yours, because I am not going to stop the assault I am set to unleash until you are six feet under and I have the Championship Gold that I would be wearing right now if it wasnt for you.
He casts a glare at the interviewer, who scrambles for the door.
GI: Okay... thanks... I think thats all we need to hear from you...
Justine comes up to Mikey, and puts her arms around him, telling him "lets hit the town... you'll forget about tonight soon enough", as the tech crew leave and the scene ends... |
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WNA's cameras take us to the back room of a night club with beats pumping in the background. Mikey is sitting on a plush red couch in a smart looking black formal shirt and jeans, while Justine is perched on his lap in his arms, wearing a revealing miniskirt. Mikey speaks to the camera operator first.
Mikey: You know your lucky to be here, so lets just make this quick, cause this night isnt even over yet, and I wanna get this over and done with.
Camera Operator: Okay, and rolling...
Mikey: Nappa, Gabriel... you know, normally, a cheap win like the one I experienced at Extreme Rage would crush the hopes and dreams of a normal man... but Mikey isnt a normal man... you see, with all the talk of category storms going on, I sat down, and I looked at the plebs fleeing from their homes, sitting pretty on the freeway, and in a stroke of brilliance, I determined that I am the ONLY superstar in WNA who is worthy of a Category 5 Superstar status. That means that I am the benchmark, the one they all come to in order to try and reach status in this industry. It means you two little kids arent in my league...
Justine lifts Mikey's arm up, and points to his watch, whispering something in his ear at the same time.
Mikey: And with that, its time for you guys to leave... we have some, ah, unfinished business...
Mikey clicks his fingers, and a bouncer is soon on the scene, ready to eject the now unwelcome WNA technical crew, as the scene ends. |
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A handheld camera is switched on, set up on a small table, overlooking the Sydney Harbor. Small specks of light emanating from cars cross the bridge in the background, and Mikey and Justine are sitting together on a couch, looking out across the city.
Justine: See, Sydney is a great place to be!
Mikey: Yeah... whatever... seriously, when is this tour going to end? Where else do we have to go to?
Justine thinks momentarily.
Justine: Um, I think Adelaide, Hobart, back up to Brisbane and then some S*@& hole called Melbourne...
Mikey: S*@& hole? Are you kidding? f#*!ing greatest spot on the planet... better than this place... who would seriously admit to living here? I'd rather we just finished this gig ASAP, we still have big business to attend to... something about us not being booked at all on Winter War...
Justine: Are you kidding?
Mikey: Sadly, no... but I'll sort things out... I have a plan...
With that, the segment ends... |
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