Post by chase on Oct 13, 2020 12:52:42 GMT -5
{The DMZ in North Korea is approximately 50 kilometers outside of Seoul, South Korea. The host city for Northern Pro Wrestling’s The End of Days pay-per-view. A sort montage of various spinning newspaper headlines highlights the misfortunate incident that took place last week.}
“Northern Pro Wrestling rookie goes too far, geographically.”
“NPW wrestler Bryan Chase crosses the line, literally.”
“American professional wrestler in Political headlock after mistaking the DMZ as ‘a crossover hybrid' of North Korea’s DMV and the TMZ gossip tabloid television show.”
{International Journalists have several unconfirmed unanimous sources citing that the American tourist mistakenly crossed into the communist Country in an illegal border breach shortly after the End of Days super show concluded in the neighboring Country of Seoul, South Korea.}
(Inside a North Korean “secretive internment camp” a man wears horizontal black and white prison stripes inside a prison cell while being tortured. Waterboarding to simulate drowning has just ended. Now ultrasound is being piped into his ears, causing both nostrils to bleed. It's incredibly painful! He's screaming.
)
(North Korean Security Officer)
왜 여기 있니?
wae yeogi issni?
(Translation: Who sent you?)
누구를 위해 일합니까?
nuguleul wihae ilhabnikka?
(Translation: Why are you here?)
Bryan Chase: I'm not telling you NOTHING! (SPITS IN GUARDS FACE!) I won't talk!!! Eat shit you sadistic sick fucks!
(His torturers, cold military men of science in white coats, gradually increase the volume. The pain seems unbearable, the volume reaches level 10 (maximum) and the man passes out!)
(Guards wearing long leather overcoats drag the new prisoner through the corridors then toss the man into a cell! As the man is lying there on the ground, a dog wiggles through the bars at the window. The dog, a Jack Russell, jumps on top of the man - apparently his master - and begins to lick his face. The man opens one eye when he sees his dog and can’t keep from cracking a smile... The man, now on his feet, looks in pain. Despite the pain, he motions to his dog who begins to bark in lively fashion.)
(Outside the cell, the guard looks curious about the noise. He goes to the door, opens the spy flap and finds himself face to face with the man, eye to eye just a couple of inches apart! The man lifts an old fashioned pocket watch and sways it on the chrome metallic chain in such a way that he hypnotizes the guard! Superimposed on the screen: a spinning black and white spiral, until the dazed guard take his keys, opens the door and releases the man and his dog.)
(Bryan Chase imprisons the guard without harming him, then runs over to the guard's desk. His ears are still causing him pain, as he struggles to open a drawer and takes out his belongings: a top hat which he snaps open, a slaughtered zombie pig Halloween mask and bright yellow framed Oakley's sunglasses which he puts over the Halloween mask to conceal his eyes.)
(We catch up with the masked man walking down corridors. He suddenly stops, copied by his dog who follows him like his shadow. Bryan Chase, on his guard, has spotted another guard where two corridors meet. With a simple look, he orders his dog to move forwards into the guard's line of sight. The guard looks over at the animal. Using his fingers, Bryan pretends to shoot his dog. The dog collapses, playing dead. The guard, increasingly curious, gets to his feet. He slowly approaches the motionless dog. When he comes close he is attacked from the side by Bryan Chase, who quickly puts him out of action with a hard donkey punch to the back of the guards head! Now the guard lays face down on the cold concrete slab, unconscious as a small pool of drool collects from under the guards mouth. The masked man staggers and clutches his ears in pain. He composes himself. The dog casts him an admiring glance. Then, accessing the urgency of their situation, escape on the run.)
“Run Kanye East, Run!”
(The man and his dog emerge from a camouflaged underground bunker that is lost in the hills, climb into a Bugatti sports car that the man starts by rubbing two wires together, and race off into the night. The car speeds along the road. Its occupants turn round to check they aren't being followed. The guard who got knocked out picks himself up, realizes what's happened and dashes over to his office. He grabs a radio emitter and begins sending a message to sound the alarm!)
(The man and the dog come to a halt in the Bugatti on the air field, by a telegraph pole whose wires lead...to a watch tower.)
(In the watch tower, a radio receptor is vibrating. A soldier approaches, listens and suddenly understands! He grabs hold of his gun and goes out onto the air field, only to find the fugitives! He tries to shoot at them as he draws closer, but Bryan Chase manages to throw an airplane propeller at him, before climbing inside where the dog is waiting for him.)
The airplane begins to move.
The soldier shoots.
*The airplane is positioning itself on the runway, while the soldier continues to fire!
*The aircraft gains speed.
*The soldier is still shooting, but too late, as Bryan Chase pulls back the joystick, and the airplane takes to the sky...
*The soldier is furious, but Bryan is all smiles as he looks back towards the ground and shouts something.
Bryan Chase: "Release the Uighurs you commie bass turds!”
*The airplane flies away into the evening sky pulling a banner behind it that reads “FREE HONG KONG!!!”
WELL, I STAND UP NEXT TO A MOUNTAIN.. I CHOP IT DOWN WITH THE EDGE OF MY HAND!
{A radio alarm clock suddenly and abruptly goes off playing Jimmy Hendrix “Voodoo Child”. A hand reaches out from under the covers to slap the snooze button, temporarily silencing the radio for the next fifteen minutes. The sheets are peeled back and a zombie like figure groans like death itself while sitting upright to reveal a severe case of bed head hair that resembles someone who recently stuck a fork into an electrical outlet. Hall empty (or half full if you’re an optimist) bottles of liquor are scattered across the kitchen bar with random layers of female clothing scattered randomly across the room. A pair of panties slowly spins around riding on the blade of a ceiling fan as a yellow sports bra is shown hanging from a lavender lamp shade. Bryan Chase plants both bare feet firmly onto the hardwood floor then stumbles over to the bath room in only a pair of plaid boxers then lifts the toilet seat with a soft thud. The distinct sound of a stream of urine hitting toilet water can clearly be heard as Bryan Chase randomly begins clearing his thoughts vocally by cutting a promo directed at no one in particular.)
Bryan Chase: Dude, I gotta stop eating spicy foods before bedtime.
(The small brown and white spotted Jack Russell Terrier barks in agreement. We assume.)
Bryan Chase: That was one sick ass wild dream, Kanye East. You were even in it.
(He grabs a drinking glass, pushes it against the ice dispenser that causes a few cubes to drop, pouring a bottle of Grey goose vodka, mixing it 50/50 with a bottle of pineapple juice then holds the drink up in a toast to his little canine friend.)
Bryan Chase: Here’s to the hair of the you. Talk about a rough night with a 'happy ending'. Gotta love these oriental masseuses.
(The Jack Russell Terrier tilts its head giving its owner a confused look.)
Bryan Chase: Enough about last night though. Let’s talk about last week. When I made my official in ring debut at NPW'S End of Days Super Show, making quick work of a very game opponent. This week? Management has scheduled me against XHF’s “Top Guy” Dylan Black. The current reigning, defending, undisputed X Crown Champion. Sounds like my hands are going to be full this month, aye Kanye East?
As if that wasn’t bad enough, get this. His partner? Is a cult leader from of the Church of Oblivion, known simply as Nemo. Legend has it, this sinful soul fought off a trio of men, while blindfolded and with one arm tied behind his back in his debut. Impressive stuff, no doubt. Beating two talented big names in this tag team tournament should be a surefire way to get noticed by both the diehard faithful NPW fans and the phat cat corporate suits playing matchmaker. Right?
(The Jack Russell Terrier shows teeth and growls at the mention of the word cat. Bryan smiles at this.)
Bryan Chase: Who will be In my corner? The Enforcer of the Outlawz. Vicious. Violent. Ruthless and tough as nails. This big, badass roughneck raised hell and ran roughshod from within Empire Wrestling Federation. Now? This human wrecking ball is teaming up with this hot, young, sexy and super talented stud. Together. We are capable of plowing through any competition that’s standing on the train tracks when that freight train is coming their way. He is able. No doubt. The question is, will the Enforcer also be Ready AND Willing as well? We’re going to find out soon enough. I certainly could use that extra two hundred and fifty K bonus for winning this whole entire shindig. Canadaget ready, eh? Put the Moosehead, the Labatt Blues, the Molson and Canada dry on ice boys! Because I fully intend on celebrating in the winner’s circle. Oh and Enforcer? I’m not here to step on any toes. Not yet anyway. So I’ll let you do your thing and I’ll do mine. Just don’t leave me hanging “partner”.
(That last word oozes in and is drenched with sarcasm as he stares down the laptop camera with a knowing twinkle in his eye before folding it shut and quickly fading us to black.)
“Northern Pro Wrestling rookie goes too far, geographically.”
“NPW wrestler Bryan Chase crosses the line, literally.”
“American professional wrestler in Political headlock after mistaking the DMZ as ‘a crossover hybrid' of North Korea’s DMV and the TMZ gossip tabloid television show.”
{International Journalists have several unconfirmed unanimous sources citing that the American tourist mistakenly crossed into the communist Country in an illegal border breach shortly after the End of Days super show concluded in the neighboring Country of Seoul, South Korea.}
(Inside a North Korean “secretive internment camp” a man wears horizontal black and white prison stripes inside a prison cell while being tortured. Waterboarding to simulate drowning has just ended. Now ultrasound is being piped into his ears, causing both nostrils to bleed. It's incredibly painful! He's screaming.
)
(North Korean Security Officer)
왜 여기 있니?
wae yeogi issni?
(Translation: Who sent you?)
누구를 위해 일합니까?
nuguleul wihae ilhabnikka?
(Translation: Why are you here?)
Bryan Chase: I'm not telling you NOTHING! (SPITS IN GUARDS FACE!) I won't talk!!! Eat shit you sadistic sick fucks!
(His torturers, cold military men of science in white coats, gradually increase the volume. The pain seems unbearable, the volume reaches level 10 (maximum) and the man passes out!)
(Guards wearing long leather overcoats drag the new prisoner through the corridors then toss the man into a cell! As the man is lying there on the ground, a dog wiggles through the bars at the window. The dog, a Jack Russell, jumps on top of the man - apparently his master - and begins to lick his face. The man opens one eye when he sees his dog and can’t keep from cracking a smile... The man, now on his feet, looks in pain. Despite the pain, he motions to his dog who begins to bark in lively fashion.)
(Outside the cell, the guard looks curious about the noise. He goes to the door, opens the spy flap and finds himself face to face with the man, eye to eye just a couple of inches apart! The man lifts an old fashioned pocket watch and sways it on the chrome metallic chain in such a way that he hypnotizes the guard! Superimposed on the screen: a spinning black and white spiral, until the dazed guard take his keys, opens the door and releases the man and his dog.)
(Bryan Chase imprisons the guard without harming him, then runs over to the guard's desk. His ears are still causing him pain, as he struggles to open a drawer and takes out his belongings: a top hat which he snaps open, a slaughtered zombie pig Halloween mask and bright yellow framed Oakley's sunglasses which he puts over the Halloween mask to conceal his eyes.)
(We catch up with the masked man walking down corridors. He suddenly stops, copied by his dog who follows him like his shadow. Bryan Chase, on his guard, has spotted another guard where two corridors meet. With a simple look, he orders his dog to move forwards into the guard's line of sight. The guard looks over at the animal. Using his fingers, Bryan pretends to shoot his dog. The dog collapses, playing dead. The guard, increasingly curious, gets to his feet. He slowly approaches the motionless dog. When he comes close he is attacked from the side by Bryan Chase, who quickly puts him out of action with a hard donkey punch to the back of the guards head! Now the guard lays face down on the cold concrete slab, unconscious as a small pool of drool collects from under the guards mouth. The masked man staggers and clutches his ears in pain. He composes himself. The dog casts him an admiring glance. Then, accessing the urgency of their situation, escape on the run.)
“Run Kanye East, Run!”
(The man and his dog emerge from a camouflaged underground bunker that is lost in the hills, climb into a Bugatti sports car that the man starts by rubbing two wires together, and race off into the night. The car speeds along the road. Its occupants turn round to check they aren't being followed. The guard who got knocked out picks himself up, realizes what's happened and dashes over to his office. He grabs a radio emitter and begins sending a message to sound the alarm!)
(The man and the dog come to a halt in the Bugatti on the air field, by a telegraph pole whose wires lead...to a watch tower.)
(In the watch tower, a radio receptor is vibrating. A soldier approaches, listens and suddenly understands! He grabs hold of his gun and goes out onto the air field, only to find the fugitives! He tries to shoot at them as he draws closer, but Bryan Chase manages to throw an airplane propeller at him, before climbing inside where the dog is waiting for him.)
The airplane begins to move.
The soldier shoots.
*The airplane is positioning itself on the runway, while the soldier continues to fire!
*The aircraft gains speed.
*The soldier is still shooting, but too late, as Bryan Chase pulls back the joystick, and the airplane takes to the sky...
*The soldier is furious, but Bryan is all smiles as he looks back towards the ground and shouts something.
Bryan Chase: "Release the Uighurs you commie bass turds!”
*The airplane flies away into the evening sky pulling a banner behind it that reads “FREE HONG KONG!!!”
WELL, I STAND UP NEXT TO A MOUNTAIN.. I CHOP IT DOWN WITH THE EDGE OF MY HAND!
{A radio alarm clock suddenly and abruptly goes off playing Jimmy Hendrix “Voodoo Child”. A hand reaches out from under the covers to slap the snooze button, temporarily silencing the radio for the next fifteen minutes. The sheets are peeled back and a zombie like figure groans like death itself while sitting upright to reveal a severe case of bed head hair that resembles someone who recently stuck a fork into an electrical outlet. Hall empty (or half full if you’re an optimist) bottles of liquor are scattered across the kitchen bar with random layers of female clothing scattered randomly across the room. A pair of panties slowly spins around riding on the blade of a ceiling fan as a yellow sports bra is shown hanging from a lavender lamp shade. Bryan Chase plants both bare feet firmly onto the hardwood floor then stumbles over to the bath room in only a pair of plaid boxers then lifts the toilet seat with a soft thud. The distinct sound of a stream of urine hitting toilet water can clearly be heard as Bryan Chase randomly begins clearing his thoughts vocally by cutting a promo directed at no one in particular.)
Bryan Chase: Dude, I gotta stop eating spicy foods before bedtime.
(The small brown and white spotted Jack Russell Terrier barks in agreement. We assume.)
Bryan Chase: That was one sick ass wild dream, Kanye East. You were even in it.
(He grabs a drinking glass, pushes it against the ice dispenser that causes a few cubes to drop, pouring a bottle of Grey goose vodka, mixing it 50/50 with a bottle of pineapple juice then holds the drink up in a toast to his little canine friend.)
Bryan Chase: Here’s to the hair of the you. Talk about a rough night with a 'happy ending'. Gotta love these oriental masseuses.
(The Jack Russell Terrier tilts its head giving its owner a confused look.)
Bryan Chase: Enough about last night though. Let’s talk about last week. When I made my official in ring debut at NPW'S End of Days Super Show, making quick work of a very game opponent. This week? Management has scheduled me against XHF’s “Top Guy” Dylan Black. The current reigning, defending, undisputed X Crown Champion. Sounds like my hands are going to be full this month, aye Kanye East?
As if that wasn’t bad enough, get this. His partner? Is a cult leader from of the Church of Oblivion, known simply as Nemo. Legend has it, this sinful soul fought off a trio of men, while blindfolded and with one arm tied behind his back in his debut. Impressive stuff, no doubt. Beating two talented big names in this tag team tournament should be a surefire way to get noticed by both the diehard faithful NPW fans and the phat cat corporate suits playing matchmaker. Right?
(The Jack Russell Terrier shows teeth and growls at the mention of the word cat. Bryan smiles at this.)
Bryan Chase: Who will be In my corner? The Enforcer of the Outlawz. Vicious. Violent. Ruthless and tough as nails. This big, badass roughneck raised hell and ran roughshod from within Empire Wrestling Federation. Now? This human wrecking ball is teaming up with this hot, young, sexy and super talented stud. Together. We are capable of plowing through any competition that’s standing on the train tracks when that freight train is coming their way. He is able. No doubt. The question is, will the Enforcer also be Ready AND Willing as well? We’re going to find out soon enough. I certainly could use that extra two hundred and fifty K bonus for winning this whole entire shindig. Canadaget ready, eh? Put the Moosehead, the Labatt Blues, the Molson and Canada dry on ice boys! Because I fully intend on celebrating in the winner’s circle. Oh and Enforcer? I’m not here to step on any toes. Not yet anyway. So I’ll let you do your thing and I’ll do mine. Just don’t leave me hanging “partner”.
(That last word oozes in and is drenched with sarcasm as he stares down the laptop camera with a knowing twinkle in his eye before folding it shut and quickly fading us to black.)