Post by D on Mar 5, 2016 4:09:27 GMT -5
With the conclusion of the opening contest, we cut to ringside where Mark Sanction, Jack Sabbath, and Rose are standing by.
Mark Sanction: Well folks, for those of you who tuned in late, earlier this evening when Holly Hunt was attempting to get an interview with Hector Alonzo Perez they were interrupted with what appeared to be some particularly disturbing news to our CEO. I have been informed of the situation and have been instructed to offer a statement on XWA's behalf for the fans at home.
Rose: Get on with it, mate.
Mark Sanction: ... Right. I guess I should. The situation is regarding the group known as Rated X. While fortunately, as far as we know thus far, they are not here at the building tonight...
Rose: Like that's any bloody assurance.
Jack Sabbath: Mmhm
Mark Sanction: Regardless, from what we understand Rated X has purchased out of their own pocket several minutes of commercial time and will be airing... Well, we're not sure what exactly but we want to remind you...
Jack Sabbath: Commercials? Really Mark? You're making a public statement about them buying commercials?
Mark Sanction: Jack it's not that they bought the time but how much time they bought.
Jack Sabbath: And how much time could they possibly have bought?
Mark Sanction: Well, as far as I understand, approximately anywhere between twenty to thirty minutes.
Jack Sabbath: Oh... Go on I suppose.
Mark Sanction: Thank you. So, with that said, on behalf of the XWA before we go to our first break let me state that any and all messages from Rated X in no way represent the XWA or any of it's employees, wrestlers, sponsors...
Rose: Except for Rated X itself, I'm afraid.
Mark Sanction: Can I finish?
Rose: Right. Go ahead.
Mark Sanction: ... Or anyone else in any way directly affiliated or connected to the Xtreme Wrestling Alliance. Since Rated X have shown themselves to have zero regard for our censors, for professionalism, and for any sense of decensy and tact, we would advise any parents at home to instruct their children to leave the room during these particular commercials as well as any particularly sensitive individuals. So, having said that, we are now going to a commercial break... Sanction heavily sighs. ... We'll be right back.
And with his words we do as such, the live feed fading to black to be replaced with the all-too-familiar title card of Rated X.
Just as before, the words are reinterpreted by the recognizeable voice of Bullseye.
Bullseye: Yo this message ya'll are about to receive is from Rated X and 'dem mark-ass fools in the XWA ain't got nuttin' ta' do with 'dis shit.
The voice-over concludes and the title card cuts away leaving only black. It is at this moment that music kicks in and a second title card appears.
A Day in the Life of Rated X by Matthew Werner
Chapter I: Departure
A few moments pass and we begin to fade from the darkness into a gradually increasing light. Almost as if now trademark, the shot is monochrome and gradually we begin to see what we are fading into. Though the image is devoid of color, we can see clearly it is the light of day both due to the overwhelming brightness as well as the J.J. Abramsian lens flares that periodically sparkle in the frame. The handheld shot pans around finding the four primaries of Rated X standing about, each clad in sunglasses looking almost oblivious to the world around them. In the background sits a small, Cessna plane on a landing pad, the location seemingly being of a higher elevation. We see Matthew Werner, live and in person walk in front of the frame and gesture for the camera operator to follow him as he approaches Alex Sean. They move in, Sean glancing momentarily over as he leans against a balcony hanging over the city then resumes his gaze at the mass below.
Matthew Werner: So, uh, you asked me to meet you here.
Sean's stare remains out toward the masses.
Alex Sean: Yes I did.
Matthew Werner: ... So what am I doing here? You wanted me to film this so... What am I filming?
Alex Sean: Right now? Well, I guess you're filming me... Sean cocks his head in the direction to where EBR, Bullseye, and DGX stand, each occupying their own yard or so of square space. ... And them.
Matthew Werner: And that's it?
Alex Sean: Pretty much. You're a documentarian are you not?
Matthew Werner: Kind of.
Alex Sean: Right. So... document. Engage the masses, Matthew.
Werner points out past the balcony.
Matthew Werner: Out there?
Sean sighs as he grabs the sunglasses off of his face and points toward the camera. He gives Werner an almost dismissive glance, then places the shades back on his face.
Matthew Werner: Oh, right. Well, hrm... I suppose we should talk about last week and what happened.
A grin creeps across Sean's face and he nods his head in approval.
Alex Sean: Yes it was... interesting. Sort of an A-Team moment ya know, plans coming together and shit.
Matthew Werner: With all due respect because certainly you guys did a number on several wrestlers... And staff members for that matter... But you ran in to some resistance at the end there.
Alex Sean: Mm.
Matthew Werner: Well... I would imagine that was not exactly part of the plan. It would seemingly be somewhat of a set-back if laying out Ace Andrews and Drake Dysfunction was your goal.
Alex Sean: Heh... You know Matthew I've known you for a long time.
Matthew Werner: You have.
Alex Sean: Truth be told, I'da had you figured to be a little wiser than to ask me a dumb ass question like that. Just being real.
Matthew Werner: I was jus...
Alex Sean: ... Let me finish. Since you don't really grasp the situation, I'ma help you out and lay it all right out; Did we go out there with the intention of laying those dudes out? Yes. But this whole thing... Like, we ain't attackin' dudes just so we can take out fuckin' Drake Dysfunction and Ace Bennett.
Matthew Werner: It's Andrews.
Alex Sean: Whatever, you knew what I mean. Point is though, this ain't about takin' people out Matthew, this is about makin' enemies. Ya feel me? We're doin' what we're doin' cos we're gun' create some chaos. And ya know, it's like Littlefinger said; Chaos is a ladder. The more those dudes want to get their hands on us, the more pressure that we got on Hector Perez.
Matthew Werner: Even Dan Bennett?
There's a momentary pause, Sean's demeaning shifting from bravado to near solemn.
Alex Sean: Even Dan Bennett.
Matthew Werner: So then what's next? Massacre?
Alex Sean: Heh, well... I ain't so sure. Green Bay... That's not exactly my kinda city, ya know?
Matthew Werner: I see.
Alex Sean: But uh... Detroit. Ya know, we might have some business to handle there. In fact I'd say you could almost count on it.
Matthew Werner: Lord of the Ring then?
Before Sean can respond, we hear a generic ringtone from a nearby cell-phone. After a few moments, Werner realizes it's coming from his button-up shirt breast pocket and reaches for it. Before he can answer, Sean grabs his hand.
Alex Sean: That's for me.
Both confused and bewildered, Werner does nothing to stop Sean from taking the cell-phone out of his hand and answering, responding to the call.
Alex Sean: 'Ey whassup dawg, we'll be right there.
Sean ends the call and hands the phone back to Werner.
Alex Sean: That's our ride.
Matthew Werner: Our ride? Who... How did they... You gave someone my phone number?
Alex Sean: Yeah. Cupping his hand around his mouth and raising his voice to a near-yell. Hey yo! We're out ya'll.
We pan to the three other members of Rated X who, upon receiving word from Sean, begin to navigate toward the stairwell from the rooftop. We pan back to Sean just in time for him to supportively pat Werner on the shoulder, then proceed in the same direction. With a bit of a sigh, Werner follows along, the shot fading to black as our group moves on.
Mark Sanction: Well folks, for those of you who tuned in late, earlier this evening when Holly Hunt was attempting to get an interview with Hector Alonzo Perez they were interrupted with what appeared to be some particularly disturbing news to our CEO. I have been informed of the situation and have been instructed to offer a statement on XWA's behalf for the fans at home.
Rose: Get on with it, mate.
Mark Sanction: ... Right. I guess I should. The situation is regarding the group known as Rated X. While fortunately, as far as we know thus far, they are not here at the building tonight...
Rose: Like that's any bloody assurance.
Jack Sabbath: Mmhm
Mark Sanction: Regardless, from what we understand Rated X has purchased out of their own pocket several minutes of commercial time and will be airing... Well, we're not sure what exactly but we want to remind you...
Jack Sabbath: Commercials? Really Mark? You're making a public statement about them buying commercials?
Mark Sanction: Jack it's not that they bought the time but how much time they bought.
Jack Sabbath: And how much time could they possibly have bought?
Mark Sanction: Well, as far as I understand, approximately anywhere between twenty to thirty minutes.
Jack Sabbath: Oh... Go on I suppose.
Mark Sanction: Thank you. So, with that said, on behalf of the XWA before we go to our first break let me state that any and all messages from Rated X in no way represent the XWA or any of it's employees, wrestlers, sponsors...
Rose: Except for Rated X itself, I'm afraid.
Mark Sanction: Can I finish?
Rose: Right. Go ahead.
Mark Sanction: ... Or anyone else in any way directly affiliated or connected to the Xtreme Wrestling Alliance. Since Rated X have shown themselves to have zero regard for our censors, for professionalism, and for any sense of decensy and tact, we would advise any parents at home to instruct their children to leave the room during these particular commercials as well as any particularly sensitive individuals. So, having said that, we are now going to a commercial break... Sanction heavily sighs. ... We'll be right back.
And with his words we do as such, the live feed fading to black to be replaced with the all-too-familiar title card of Rated X.
Just as before, the words are reinterpreted by the recognizeable voice of Bullseye.
Bullseye: Yo this message ya'll are about to receive is from Rated X and 'dem mark-ass fools in the XWA ain't got nuttin' ta' do with 'dis shit.
The voice-over concludes and the title card cuts away leaving only black. It is at this moment that music kicks in and a second title card appears.
A Day in the Life of Rated X by Matthew Werner
Chapter I: Departure
A few moments pass and we begin to fade from the darkness into a gradually increasing light. Almost as if now trademark, the shot is monochrome and gradually we begin to see what we are fading into. Though the image is devoid of color, we can see clearly it is the light of day both due to the overwhelming brightness as well as the J.J. Abramsian lens flares that periodically sparkle in the frame. The handheld shot pans around finding the four primaries of Rated X standing about, each clad in sunglasses looking almost oblivious to the world around them. In the background sits a small, Cessna plane on a landing pad, the location seemingly being of a higher elevation. We see Matthew Werner, live and in person walk in front of the frame and gesture for the camera operator to follow him as he approaches Alex Sean. They move in, Sean glancing momentarily over as he leans against a balcony hanging over the city then resumes his gaze at the mass below.
Matthew Werner: So, uh, you asked me to meet you here.
Sean's stare remains out toward the masses.
Alex Sean: Yes I did.
Matthew Werner: ... So what am I doing here? You wanted me to film this so... What am I filming?
Alex Sean: Right now? Well, I guess you're filming me... Sean cocks his head in the direction to where EBR, Bullseye, and DGX stand, each occupying their own yard or so of square space. ... And them.
Matthew Werner: And that's it?
Alex Sean: Pretty much. You're a documentarian are you not?
Matthew Werner: Kind of.
Alex Sean: Right. So... document. Engage the masses, Matthew.
Werner points out past the balcony.
Matthew Werner: Out there?
Sean sighs as he grabs the sunglasses off of his face and points toward the camera. He gives Werner an almost dismissive glance, then places the shades back on his face.
Matthew Werner: Oh, right. Well, hrm... I suppose we should talk about last week and what happened.
A grin creeps across Sean's face and he nods his head in approval.
Alex Sean: Yes it was... interesting. Sort of an A-Team moment ya know, plans coming together and shit.
Matthew Werner: With all due respect because certainly you guys did a number on several wrestlers... And staff members for that matter... But you ran in to some resistance at the end there.
Alex Sean: Mm.
Matthew Werner: Well... I would imagine that was not exactly part of the plan. It would seemingly be somewhat of a set-back if laying out Ace Andrews and Drake Dysfunction was your goal.
Alex Sean: Heh... You know Matthew I've known you for a long time.
Matthew Werner: You have.
Alex Sean: Truth be told, I'da had you figured to be a little wiser than to ask me a dumb ass question like that. Just being real.
Matthew Werner: I was jus...
Alex Sean: ... Let me finish. Since you don't really grasp the situation, I'ma help you out and lay it all right out; Did we go out there with the intention of laying those dudes out? Yes. But this whole thing... Like, we ain't attackin' dudes just so we can take out fuckin' Drake Dysfunction and Ace Bennett.
Matthew Werner: It's Andrews.
Alex Sean: Whatever, you knew what I mean. Point is though, this ain't about takin' people out Matthew, this is about makin' enemies. Ya feel me? We're doin' what we're doin' cos we're gun' create some chaos. And ya know, it's like Littlefinger said; Chaos is a ladder. The more those dudes want to get their hands on us, the more pressure that we got on Hector Perez.
Matthew Werner: Even Dan Bennett?
There's a momentary pause, Sean's demeaning shifting from bravado to near solemn.
Alex Sean: Even Dan Bennett.
Matthew Werner: So then what's next? Massacre?
Alex Sean: Heh, well... I ain't so sure. Green Bay... That's not exactly my kinda city, ya know?
Matthew Werner: I see.
Alex Sean: But uh... Detroit. Ya know, we might have some business to handle there. In fact I'd say you could almost count on it.
Matthew Werner: Lord of the Ring then?
Before Sean can respond, we hear a generic ringtone from a nearby cell-phone. After a few moments, Werner realizes it's coming from his button-up shirt breast pocket and reaches for it. Before he can answer, Sean grabs his hand.
Alex Sean: That's for me.
Both confused and bewildered, Werner does nothing to stop Sean from taking the cell-phone out of his hand and answering, responding to the call.
Alex Sean: 'Ey whassup dawg, we'll be right there.
Sean ends the call and hands the phone back to Werner.
Alex Sean: That's our ride.
Matthew Werner: Our ride? Who... How did they... You gave someone my phone number?
Alex Sean: Yeah. Cupping his hand around his mouth and raising his voice to a near-yell. Hey yo! We're out ya'll.
We pan to the three other members of Rated X who, upon receiving word from Sean, begin to navigate toward the stairwell from the rooftop. We pan back to Sean just in time for him to supportively pat Werner on the shoulder, then proceed in the same direction. With a bit of a sigh, Werner follows along, the shot fading to black as our group moves on.
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