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The scene opens upon a white Ford van traveling down the streets of a small suburban community. The sun high overhead shimmers off of the several pools in the backyards of these homes. The smells of freshly cut lawns permeates within the air. Several men wave to the van as they mow their lawns an different patterns which in their opinion will make their lawns appearance look it's best. Children running and playing seem to smile and point to the van as it rolls by slowly.The driver of the van looks to be about in his mid thirties. He has a large pot belly, which his Star Wars episode two t-shirt fails to cover completely. His generic sun glasses are broken and taped up on the side. In the passenger seat sits a well groomed man in his late twenties. He is in good physical shape. The driver makes several cheap comments about his choice of attire, for he has on a dark colored sports jacket, white dress shirt, black socks and dress shoes, but where his pants should be are a pair of ugly tie dyed swimming trunks. The driver unable to keep his comments to a whisper finally looks to the reporter in the bad shorts
Driver:
"Hey how is your mamma doing? She been doing alright?"
The reporter with a confused look on his face replies.
Reporter:
"My mother is simply fine. Why do you ask?"
The drivers smiles and takes advantage of the opening. He fights back the laughter as he replies.
Driver:
"I was just wondering because it looks like either you forgot your pants, or you dressed yourself this morning."
The reporter rolls his eyes and snaps back at the driver.
Reporter:
"You are the last man in the world who should give fashion tips, with your large belly hanging out of your juvenile clothing and sun glasses held together by duct tape."
The driver quickly pulls over and points to the reporter, with a look of anger.
Driver:
"Listen here you piece of Bantha Fodder, for your information Duct tape is like the Force. It has an light side, a Dark side, and it binds the universe together...you get out now!!"
The reporter looks stunned and replies.
Reporter:
"Screw that we are supposed to do an interview so we will do it. I don't want to get business mixed in with personal relations."
The driver shakes his head again, this time his face is marked with an expression of amusement.
Driver:
"What the hell are you talking about? This is the address for the interview."
The reporter blinks a few times and gets out and opens the side of the van up, allowing three more men to get out carrying various equipment. They all start to the door.
The scene again opens, but this time upon the sight of a plush looking white carpet, the black leather furnisher, including a large overstuffed lazyboy recliner, love seat and couch. A classical melody by Mozart plays in the background upon a large state of the art home theatre system. Baine the 7'7 400+ pounder walks through the room wearing a pair of cut off jean shorts and white muscle shirt. Spots of water appear all over his massive corded muscular body from where he did not dry himself thoroughly after stepping from the pool outside. Upon his head rests a black Tommy brand skull cap with the words "Forsaken" embroidered within the front in large crimson letters. He sits upon the plush recliner and puts on a pair of socks and begins putting on his black leather Converse high tops when an audible knock is heard at the door. Baine hurriedly finishes tying the black laces and walks briskly to answer the door. As he looks out of the peep hole he sees the WFW camera crew standing to do an interview, or so he imagined. He raises both eyebrows and sighs as he half smiles to himself and he calls out to the awaiting WFW staff.
Baine:
"Who is it?" he almost laughs as he speaks.
The reporter holds his mic to his mouth and replies.
Reporter:
"WFW staff to do an interview with you, if you have the time that is."
Baine smiles even wider and clears his head as not to laugh and ruin his moment of fun. Then he in turn says,
Baine:
"Oh yea? Well give me just a minute and I will get right with you. I am sort of ummmm.....preoccupied right now."
The reporter makes a face and looks back to his crew and whispers.
Reporter:
"Just like these WFW wrestlers, they always think that we are just a bunch of geeks with cameras and microphones. They never give us the respect we deserve. Stupid ass steroid junkies."
The camera crew and reporter laugh at his comments. Tears come to a few of their eyes. Their laughter is cut short however as the door opens and Baine stands, towering over, his smile is gone from his face. He grabs up the reporter with one hand and lifts him off of the ground and pulls his face to meet his.
Baine:
"Listen up you low life sack of shit, you ever accuse me or anyone from WFW for using steroids again I will stomp a mudhole in your ass and walk it dry. I assume you are here to do an interview since I saw a couple promos on the television last night that concerns me? Get in here and......"
Baine looks down and sees the reporter's very bad shorts and a stream of yellow liquid running down his leg. He tosses the frightened reporter back and blinks a few times before continuing.
Baine:
"On second thought you just stay right out there in your underwear and meet me around back on the patio. I have some plastic chairs back there you can sit on because you sure as hell are not going to sit on my new couch smelling like piss. Hurry it up too because I sure as hell lost the good mood I was in after you running your mouth about me."
Baine slams the door and heads to the back sliding glass door where he waits for a few seconds before he hears someone screaming like a little girl, and a large dog barking. He smiles again and watches as the reporter runs quickly to the patio chased closely behind by a black and tanned Rotweiler. Baine snaps his fingers and the dog stops giving chase and heels to the left side of Baine where he sits panting. Baine shakes his head and speaks.
Baine:
"Oops, sorry about that I forgot all about Shade being outside."
Baine walks to the sliding glass door and puts the dog inside and closes the door behind it, then turns his attention the the bladder control challenged reporter. Baine does not break eye contact as he sits into a wooden cherry red stained bench. He motions to a plastic chair for the reporter and continues.
Baine:
"Now lets get this interview going before I let Shade back out to play find the ball with you, and I am not talking about a tennis ball in case you are wondering."
The reporter sits into the plastic chair trying to cover the wet spot in the front with one hand and holding the mic with the other. He clears his voice and gives the signal for the cameraman to again start recording.
Reporter:
"Welcome ladies and gentlemen I am Peter Richards with WFW reporting now with one of the newest additions to the WFW, Baine. Now Baine, it seems in your several years of being in the wrestling buisness you are undefeated, is this true?
Baine adjusts his sitting position as he replies.
Baine:
"You are indeed correct. In all my years of wrestling I have yet to be defeated. I have had some matchs where I was not to sure of what the outcome would be, but so far my loss rate is a big ass zero."
Reporter:
"I see. Alright moving right along, to last weeks Friday Chaos, I know it tok a lot to go against your brother Devin Hawk and the WFW vetran The Teacher. What can you tell us abaout the match now that it is over?"
Baine"
"Well, it was a good match between me and Devin but, I have yet to see what is so great about the Teacher? She should have never been entered in a match with us. As far as I am concerned very few do."
Reporter:
"So are you saying that goes for all the vetrans in the WFW?"
Baine:
"What are you not paying attention? Shit man I told you already I was talking about The Teacher as well as some of the talent here that think they can make a couple of rude comments once or twice a week and actually beleive they have a chance? No way. You have to hone your skills as a wrestler. You have to take great care of your body, lift weights and train till you feel your body will give out any moment and still have the testicular fortitude to keep going. Never stop trying to better yourself physicaly, and mentaly. keep working on these essentials and no one will stop you."
The reporter nods as Baine speaks, then when Baine finishs the reporter continues.
Reporter:
"Good answers Baine, now onto the next card on Friday night Chaos. It seems you are to have a match against Ozone and Joel Silver tag teamed against yourself and Devin Hawk. What do you expect the outcome to be?"
Baine holds up a hand and shakes his head slowly.
Baine:
"I wont discuss a match with those two untill I have spoken to Devin about it first. So is their anything else?"
Reporter:
"OK, thats understandable Baine and I respect your wishs on the matter so I will skip ahead a bit. Vengence has asked you to join him as a tag team partner against Fmr. Senator Lamb and an unknown tag team partner. What response to this do you have?
Baine sits back and his eyes narrow as he thinks. for a few moments he says nothing at all.
Baine:
"Hmmm..... I can perhaps see this as a way to raise my standings here in the WFW a bit more on the ons hand. However on the other hand, I don't wish to be known only as a tag team partner. This Chaos I will be teamed up with my brother in arms Devin Hawk. No offence Vengence, but I have been his partner for years. We have come to know what to expect in the ring from one another and I know I can count on him through thick and thin inside and outside the ring. Very few things scare me Vengence, but I am afraid of the thought that I will lose a match when in reality it would be a loss given when I am standing on the outside of the ring. I dont't like the idea of losing like that. So I will only say yes IF you choose to do the best you can and add some more. Each night I am in the ring I give no less than 150% and I expect any tag team partner I have to do the same. Think hard about your answer and if you can truly give me this commitment."
As Baine finishs up he stops to hear his dog Shade barking at the front door. He stands and opens the door to hear the doorbell ringing. baine rushs to the front door and calms down Shade, then opens the door. Outside stands Devin Hawk, with an armload of groceries.
Baine:
"Hey Devin, what's going on?
Devin Hawk:
"Not much, I figured we could have a cookout and chill a while. Why you busy or something?"
Baine:
"No, actually you are right on time. The WFW crew are here doing an interveiw with me aswking me about our match last week and our match next week against, Ozone and Joel Silver on Friday Chaos."
Devin:
"OK, I have a few words to say to em about Chaos."
Baine and Devin walk to the back patio. Devin sets down the bag on the counter and pets Shade as he passes him. They both head for the back patio. Upon seeing the reporter in his wet shorts Devin bursts into fits of laughter. This causes the reporter to turn red faced and scour. Neither says another word before sitting down in front of the camera.
Devin Hawk:
"So who the hell is this guy, and where is Jeff?"
Baine:
"Jeff is on vacation this week so we get stuck with Mr. Pissy pants and his Geek squad."
Devin:
"OK so whats the question?"
Reporter:
"Welcome, with us now isDevin, we were asking your brother Baine about what he felt about the outcome of the match you two against Ozone, and Joel Silver. Any comments?"
Baine and Devin speak to one another in whispers for a moment and after a minute they again face the camera.
Baine:
"Well we really don't know much about these guys since we are the new guys. We are not sure what to expect from them. Myself and Devin both hope that it will be a great match. But to be honest you two had better be ready as hell on Chaos, because we have been tag team partners for a long time now.
Devin:
"Thats right, Baine, we were partners before we even knew about wrestling. We were out back of our house as kids fighting for fun. Hell we must be the oldest tag team in wrestling history. Anyway I am going to start the burgers so I told you what I have to say go ahead and talk for me so we can get ready to grub."
Devin goes inside the house and can been seen washing his hands getting ready to make hamburger patties.
Baine:
"OK, you wanted some information on our match on Friday here it goes. First off we can't beleive we are wrestling on a Friday and not the PPV. We showed the WFW world that we won't be taken lightly. But that's ok for now. I will focus on Friday. Ozone and Joel Silver, get ready for a night you won't forget. You two against Tag team of Baine and Devin Hawk, or The N.C.D. for short. I said once I don't like the thought of losing a match, so you can imagine Devin really hates it. I hope you two are in the best shape of your lives.
But as far as the match on Chaos goes lets do the math shall we? Devin Hawk stands at 6'9 while I stand at 7'7. Devin weighed in at 289lbs while I weighed in at over 400lbs. I have a finishing move called Hell's Fury, while Devin has his devistating Dominion Drop . Ok lets add up the total here. Togeather we weigh in at near half a ton of pure ass kicking pavement pounding power. All who fall prey to us have fallen to the roadside allowing us to emerge victorious time and time again. If you think we don't know pain, you definitely don't know us as well as you should. Our bodies are temples on the subject. Hour upon hour day upon day and year upon year goes our training. Nonstop for even a moment. We have that pain within our bodies, souls and minds. We live with that pain not because we want to but because we have no other choice in the matter. We are a destructive element unleashed upon the world. Togeather we have caused much suffering upon everyone we have faced myself being the first to be inflicted upon my proverbial 'Sword of Damocles.' It was be that is ravaged each night with visions that would cause a sane man to go mad and a mad man sane. Visions so awful I shudder to think of them. That is my pain. That is my fear. No man on this planet can beat me not you not God, no one. I have lost all the things that have ever mattered to me, my wife, my son, my titles and the life I once enjoyed. All scattered as if dust upon a spectral wind. You have experienced the taste winning and the agony of a loss but I will never as long as I draw breath lose all I have left. My pride and dignity of being undefeated. One of us will walk away with both the win and a continued winning streak, while the other walks away in shame. Heads held down to face the ground. We will know no such defeat and dishonor. We will win no matter what the cost. No price is too high. I would sell my soul to ensure I never lose. However I can not sell what was forfeited long ago now can I? I know that ring will break unable to hold the force of The N.C.D. I do hear the chants of your names. But soon after the medics run to ringside to put you two on matching stretchers. You will not hear the crying of the fans. You will not hear the curses of those who despise us as I hold our hands into the air in victory. You will sleep, unable to awaken from the nightmare called Baine and Devin Hawk. You will awake down the road and feel a bit like Rip Van Winkle did after his long sleep. The end of the world as you knew it will be forever gone into the passage of time. You will pick up a copy of the WFW magazine and you will see your nightmare staring back at you, holding the belts we was born destined to wear around our waist. You will feel a sickening sweet wave overwhelm you as you look upon the page and see us staring back at you with unblinking eyes."
The reporter and the crew all stare in utter silence at the words that passed from the lips of the evil giant. The reporter feels a nudge upon his back causing his to blink and after a few moments of searching for the right words respond in turn saying.
Reporter:
"It seems you are confident in your abilities there Baine,and in the abilities of your brother Devin. How does Devin feel about this?"
Baine:
"Well I cant speak for him in this matter so let's find out shall we?"
Baine stands up and walks inside to get Devin. They talk for a few moments and Baine washs his hands and takes the hamburger patties to the grill, while Devin sits in front of the camera.
Devin:
"How do I feel about our abilities? How do I feel about our chances of winning? It's really quite simple. You see, Baine and I have been fighting together forever. If we couldn't find people to beat the hell out of, we'd beat the hell out of each other. We don't need to talk shit about your momma's, or try to impress you with how much we can bench press, or try to show off with fancy clothes cuz none of that shit matters inside the squared circle. All that matters is how much pain you can inflict on your opponent. And you see boys, that's what we do. We inflict pain and torment upon anyone foolish enough to get in the ring with the N.C.D. Like my brother probably mentioned earlier, we don't know much about yhe two of you, but what I do know, is that you have to go UP to reach the *ozone layer*!!! Please tell me that your promo about Baine and I is not the best that the two of you can manage to pull out of your asses, cuz if it is, then don't even bother to waste airtime that real wrestlers could be using to cut GOOD promos. The sad part is, I was hoping that you two would actually give us a little bit of a challenge. But alas, I know now that ya'll are bottom feeders, just like *The Teacher*!! I understand that shitty promos worked against other *superstars* in the wfw, but Baine and I arn't like any wrestler's that now take up space on the roster. We don't play games in the ring, and I sure as f*ck don't show mercy to no talent jobbers that are trying to *establish* themselves as stars. You will learn the hard way, just like everyone else, that a match against the N.C.D. equals an automatic loss, not to mention a humiliating ass stompin' on your way to that loss. Basicly what I'm trying to say is, unless you two actualy make an attempt to win, don't even waste our time with your homo-erotic bullshit. No, no, scratch that. Go ahead with that shit that you call promos, Baine and I can always use a good laugh.
Now to answer the questions from a few moments ago. I have the biggest man in the sport as my partner, we are the best team in the game today, I have been kickin' the f*ck out of people all my life, and neither of us give a damn about other people's feelings OR well being. and as for our chances of winning the match, all you have to do is look at our oppenent's last promo. That more than answers that question.
Just one more thing before I get back to drinkin', er, I mean cookin'. Teacher, retire now, before some one ends up cripplin' you, and ending your career. your lucky Baine and I didn't end it for you. If you ever step in the ring with one of us again, we just might do that. My best advise would be, watch other wrestler's promos, and learn how to do one. Oh, and remember, I'm coming and hell's comming with me!"
Devin stands up and walks to the grill to join Baine. After a moment Baine picks up a large ball of raw hamburger that he has dropped and walks over to the camera crew.
Baine:
"Well did you get everything my brother had to say?"
Reporter:
"Yes that pretty much concludes the interveiw, unless there is anything else you can say to wrap things up."
Baine smiles deviously as he shoves the raw hamburger down the front of the reporters shorts. The reporter jumps up quickly with a surprised look on his face. Baine walks over to the patio door and slides it open. His dig Shade walks out growling.
Baine:
"I can think of only one small thing to wrap things up today. Get the ball Shade! It's lunch time."
The camera crew all take off running at top speed as the dog runs from the house at full speed, teeth bared and barking ferociously. As they run from site someone screams loudly and Baine laughs loudly as the screaming continues. Out front after a few moments the crew and reporter get to the van and speed off down the road. Though the reporter seems to be holding his groin. Baine and Devin begin laughing as the van pulls out of site.
Baine:
"I kinda liked that reporter guy, he makes me laugh. But only because he is kind of pathetic."
Devin:
"Not half as pathetic as the guys we are wrestling against on Chaos. At least they will be pathetic after we get done with them."
Baine:
"Oh, well. Lets eat the burgers are about done."
Baine and Devin take the burgers off the grill and sit inside to eat. The scene fades to black.
*END OF TRANSMISSION*