Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2013 10:21:14 GMT -5
The camera is staring down an empty hallway. The first door on the right is ripped open. Out walks Radke wearing a burgundy shirt with "Rage Against The Machine" written across it in white lettering. He is almost fully geared up as he makes some last minute revisions to his wrist tape. He stops and looks up, slightly confused he turns back and walks back into his dressing room. He walks out again, this time holding a Melon Powerade, the most appealing of all of the powerades in his opinion. He's always had a soft spot for the artificial flavor of watermelon. He often thought about how most people never think about the fact that artificial flavors never taste like the flavors they represent, which is what makes them artificial. "Who decided that this flavor what to be melon?" He thinks to himself. "..and what the fuck is a blue raspberry."
Radke's thoughts are suddenly interrupted by Television Champion and one of his opponents tonight, Jason X, who bumps shoulders with him and Radke stops and turns. He sees Jason start to keep walking. With his left hand, he whips Jason around..
Chris: Ec-fucking-scuse me.
Jason and Radke are now at both eye level, both fuming.
Jason: Who do you think you are? Look at me kid, I'm the Televi...
[Chris completely tunes the sounds of arrogance out from his ears and looks at the piece of gold on X's shoulder. Chris' mind creates a small montage of him winning and holding the Television title. Jason stops talking and realizes where Radke's attention has gone. Chris then looks at Jason and smirks.]
Jason: Let me tell you something punk, you ever put your hands on me ag..
[Without hesitation, Radke raises his right arm and slaps the forthcoming words out of Jason's mouth. The stinging sensation infuriates Jason. He unloads a series of right hands to Radke as his title drops to the floor. He gets in two shots before Radke ducks the third. Radke's quickness causes him and Jason to switch places. He unloads on the Television champion. Jason ducks and uses his right shoulder to run Radke into the wall. He quickly reacts and begins to attack Jason with forearms to the upper back before grabbing his head and smacking it over a crate. Jason goes to charge into Radke, Radke does the same but they both are stopped by LA's finest.]
[While he's being held back, Radke thinks about his life long disagreement with the way the LAPD do business. Jason manages to scramble onto the floor to pickup his title before being rushed away by the officers. Chris watches him leave as he ignores the officers yelling in his face, he avoids their gazes and walks back toward his locker room. He kicks open the door and walks in. The camera follows. He places his hands on his hips and gives a heavy sigh. Jay Wyatt rushes in, mic in hand.
Jay: CHRIS! CHRIS! ANY WORD ON..*BANG*
[An angry Radke clocks Wyatt with a superkick. Wyatt lays sprawled on the floor, completely knocked out. Radke looks down in disgust as he places his hands back on his hips. He seems like he's about to turn around but he suddenly stops and looks beside Wyatt. He reaches over and picks up the mic. He stares at it, then turns slowly toward the camera. He brings the mic to his lips.]
Chris: Now why would I kick Jay Wyatt over there, lets see.
[Chris sarcastically rubs his neck in confusion]
Chris: Well it's probably the same reason I slapped Jason X in the face. I am Chris Radke and I'm here, not to read from a dumb little script, not to jerk the curtain...I am here to be the best, just as I am the best everywhere I go. I'm here to kick ass. I'm here to win championships and if Jason X has the balls to even bump shoulders with me [Radke raises his index finger] one more time..
[Radke looks down at the broken mass on the floor promptly named Jay Wyatt, he looks back at the camera and smiles.]
Chris: I'll do that.
[Chris drops the microphone, he then sarcastically stumbles over Wyatt as he chuckles.]
[The camera pans down to Wyatt's face, eyes still closed, still unconscious.]
[The screen fades to black.]
Radke's thoughts are suddenly interrupted by Television Champion and one of his opponents tonight, Jason X, who bumps shoulders with him and Radke stops and turns. He sees Jason start to keep walking. With his left hand, he whips Jason around..
Chris: Ec-fucking-scuse me.
Jason and Radke are now at both eye level, both fuming.
Jason: Who do you think you are? Look at me kid, I'm the Televi...
[Chris completely tunes the sounds of arrogance out from his ears and looks at the piece of gold on X's shoulder. Chris' mind creates a small montage of him winning and holding the Television title. Jason stops talking and realizes where Radke's attention has gone. Chris then looks at Jason and smirks.]
Jason: Let me tell you something punk, you ever put your hands on me ag..
[Without hesitation, Radke raises his right arm and slaps the forthcoming words out of Jason's mouth. The stinging sensation infuriates Jason. He unloads a series of right hands to Radke as his title drops to the floor. He gets in two shots before Radke ducks the third. Radke's quickness causes him and Jason to switch places. He unloads on the Television champion. Jason ducks and uses his right shoulder to run Radke into the wall. He quickly reacts and begins to attack Jason with forearms to the upper back before grabbing his head and smacking it over a crate. Jason goes to charge into Radke, Radke does the same but they both are stopped by LA's finest.]
[While he's being held back, Radke thinks about his life long disagreement with the way the LAPD do business. Jason manages to scramble onto the floor to pickup his title before being rushed away by the officers. Chris watches him leave as he ignores the officers yelling in his face, he avoids their gazes and walks back toward his locker room. He kicks open the door and walks in. The camera follows. He places his hands on his hips and gives a heavy sigh. Jay Wyatt rushes in, mic in hand.
Jay: CHRIS! CHRIS! ANY WORD ON..*BANG*
[An angry Radke clocks Wyatt with a superkick. Wyatt lays sprawled on the floor, completely knocked out. Radke looks down in disgust as he places his hands back on his hips. He seems like he's about to turn around but he suddenly stops and looks beside Wyatt. He reaches over and picks up the mic. He stares at it, then turns slowly toward the camera. He brings the mic to his lips.]
Chris: Now why would I kick Jay Wyatt over there, lets see.
[Chris sarcastically rubs his neck in confusion]
Chris: Well it's probably the same reason I slapped Jason X in the face. I am Chris Radke and I'm here, not to read from a dumb little script, not to jerk the curtain...I am here to be the best, just as I am the best everywhere I go. I'm here to kick ass. I'm here to win championships and if Jason X has the balls to even bump shoulders with me [Radke raises his index finger] one more time..
[Radke looks down at the broken mass on the floor promptly named Jay Wyatt, he looks back at the camera and smiles.]
Chris: I'll do that.
[Chris drops the microphone, he then sarcastically stumbles over Wyatt as he chuckles.]
[The camera pans down to Wyatt's face, eyes still closed, still unconscious.]
[The screen fades to black.]