Post by Deleted on Oct 31, 2017 18:13:01 GMT -5
“Ladies and Gentlemen, viewers here in Moscow, and those at home. My name is Gill Snider, and oh my...Friday Night ColdWar is kicking off!, We have seen some amazing matches so far tonight, showcasing the very best talent in the wrestling world right now. These men and women are here in Russia to show the world what it means to be hardcore! It’s not Cold, when the FireStorm is blazing! Come, let me show you the lengths we go to when we up the ante, and present to you the most bad-ass federation ever!”
*Gill is backstage in the Butyrka prison, walking through the tight hallways of the dull-colored prison, leading himself and the cameraman on an adventure through the terrifying building. Exposed bricks and chipped paint decorate the walls, with armed enforcers at either end of the passageways. Gill leads us through the back area, which looks to be right by the cells. He waves to the cameraman to come up to the doorway, and he points the camera lens through a window on the metal door; the room behind it is the general population much-hall, where the prisoners can roam freely from their cells...under strict supervision of course.*
“These men are criminals, convicts, trouble-makers, but more importantly….they are wrestling fans! And what better company than the FWA to come show them some real, extreme action! Right on their doorstep!”
*Gill leads the cameraman down another hallway, and into what looks to be a large office, now segregated by partitioned walls and hanging curtains.*
“Here is where the magic happens, our prep-room. From makeup to scripting, this is where I can create my questionnaires for interviews, and focus on the real, hard hitting facts of what each star is looking to achieve here. And- oh, look who it is!”
*The camera turns to point at a beautiful blonde lady, making her way over to them. She looks a million miles apart from the grimey and aged building surrounding her. Mika Vladimir, ring announcer for the FWA.*
“Mika! Mika, Mika, Mika. How are you beautiful?”
“Hello Gill….what are you doing back here?”
“Just giving the fans the tour! You have been great tonight, how are you feeling?”
“I’d be feeling much better if you two weren’t grilling me, pointing cameras into my face!”
“Yes, well just doing our job...hey, shouldn’t you be escorted around, not walking about this place by yourself? It is too dangerous for-”
“I got it.”
“No, you don’t understand, this place-”
“I got it, Gill! More importantly, I got him....”
*Gill turns around to a giant hulking man, his face concealed by a red leather mask.*
“Ah, Leon Savage. Folks at home, Leon just signed up as FWA’s Head of Security….Leon, have any words for the fans at home?”
*The man in the mask just snarls, keeping his words to himself.*
“Er, righto then….guess we’ll be off. Who’s up next to be interviewed?”
*The cameraman struggles to hold the camera, while trying to produce a clipboard to hand to Gill. Gill takes it and flicks through the pages…..*
“OK…..got him…...don’t need him yet…..she’s later…..ah, OK next up is ‘Ozymandias’....I hope I said that right. Alright, let’s go find this guy.”
“Uh, if you are going to see him, I suggest you bring Leon with you.”
“Leon? Why? We can handle ourselves, can’t we Vik?”
*Gill winks to the cameraman, still unseen off screen. He nods the camera to signal he agrees.*
“I don’t think you know this guy. Besides, you two couldn’t protect yourselves from a bee. Leon….please go with them. I’ll be here when you’re done.”
*Leon gives Mika a nod, and walks to the doorway of the room, signalling for the two men to follow him. The two bumbling idiots follow suit, and walk behind Leon down the hallway. Gill scans over his questionnaire as they walk…*
“....what brings you here, blah blah blah…..do you have your sights set, etcetera….why wear the mask, yadda yadaa…..”
*The camera bobs as it follows Gill along, who is behind Leon Savage. Gill turns another page, finding a picture of Ozymandias. He looks over his shoulder, and shows the image to the screen….it seems to be a still image from a CCTV, showing Ozymandias at the check in desk from yesterday.*
“Looks like a big dude….ah, here we are.”
*Leon stops outside of a room down the hallway- a police officer stands in front of the door, his hands crossed at his belt, a machine gun in his hand. The sign on the door behind him reads ‘Ozymandias’.*
“We are here to interview one Mr. Ozymandias….uh, is this his room?”
*The officer just looks at Gill, and tells him to move along in Russian.*
“Now now, see I need to meet with him and get his opinions and predictions about his matches tonight. It’s part of my job here…”
*The officer ignores Gill, and looks away.*
“Look, we have rented this whole place for the night, so you can’t stop us from seeing our man!”
*The officer looks back to Gill, a look of disdain on his face. He bangs the door twice with his elbow, and steps aside to let them in.*
“Well, that worked better than expected….”
*Inside the room, two more officers are standing in front of Ozymandias. He towers over them both, but doesn’t look to be in charge. One of the officers has his gun pointed right at Ozymandias, while the other is doing the talking.*
“....and you will be sorry you opened your big, stupid mouth! You won’t get one mile away from Butyrka!”
“....You do your job, and then tonight you go home to your family. Fail me, and your family fails with you.”
“You monster! What kind of man are you! You are….you are….poison!”
*Noticing the new arrivals, Ozymandias changes his tone, and steps forward, focusing on the officer with the weapon drawn.*
“You won’t kill me with one bullet, but you will kill your family….and his….rethink your actions. Now, it appears I have guests. You two can leave.”
*The other officer says something under his breath, cursing at Ozymandias in Russian. He turns and signals the second officer to lower his weapon, and come with him. Gill, Leon and Vik (the cameraman) stand by the doorway, as the two officers barge through them to the hallway, a look of fury on their face. The door slams shut as Gill now realizes he is center stage.*
“Is there a reason for this intrusion?”
“Uh, yes….yes there is! My name is Gill Snider, I am lead reporter for the FWA, and chief interviewer on staff.”
*Gill walks forward, his hand outstretched to shake with Ozymandias….but instead his crosses his arms behind his back, his chest protruding like a shield wall.*
“You haven’t answered my question.”
“Yes...well, being a new addition to the roster, I am required to come interview with you, and get some feedback about your thoughts and opinions. You just won your first match against Jackson Grace, and now you are about to step into the ring against Dylan Black, or AK Andrews. Whoever wins, so if you could…”
*Ozymandias walks past Gill, who steps out of his way to avoid getting barged into. He walks right up to Leon Savage, who stares back at him. Shorter, but wider to the naked eye, Ozymandias seems intrigued.*
“Who are you?”
“That’s Leon, he’s our Head of Security-”
“I did not ask you.”
*Leon remains quiet, breathing hard and staring into Ozymandias eyes. A tense moment passes, before Ozymandias laughs, his maniacal mechanical laugh.*
“You choose a man smaller than half of your roster to lead your security. No wonder this world is doomed. The company is collapsing already.”
“Er, no. We’re just getting started, this is the beginning og big, big things-”
“No. No it is not. You have introduced a team of hardbodies and glory hogs to a ring to wrestle, but you fail to see what this business really is. What runs it, what funds it, who leads it, who controls it….men with too much power. Men who cannot hold that power. Men, whose power is going to be their downfall….”
“....do you mean the Kosloff’s?.....”
“Look, you are here for an interview, and that will be the only reason I will permit you to stay. Ask your questions, and leave me.”
“Alright, this will only take a few minutes. Vik get the camera ready…”
“You get five questions, and five minutes. Whichever expires first, then you leave.”
*Put on the spot, with a sheet of questions, Gill quickly skims through and asks what he feels is most applicable.*
“Jackson Grace- what is your feedback after the first match?”
“The man put up a fight, he showed true integrity. But his effort was futile. He was my example to the remaining challengers of this company. He is lucky I left him the ability to breathe.”
“OK. Short and sweet, I guess. Dylan Black and AK Andrews- which one are you hoping to step up against?”
“It matters not. Neither men have made a memorable impression, and I doubt that will change after a match. One is a loud-mouth arrogant ant, and the other is a weak, spineless fraud, hiding behind a superstar facade….I will let you decipher which is which.”
“Strong words. *Ahem*...what are your plans for your future in the FWA?”
“I mean to destroy it.”
“Destroy it?”
“Yes. It is built on the shoulders of weak men, cowards. Hiding behind their drug money and their hired hands. I mean to unravel it, piece by piece. First I will decimate the roster. Then the management. And lastly, the entire organization that runs it.”
“Well that is….that is, something. I guess. OK, question four-”
“That was question four. This is your final question.”
“What? No I didn’t I only asked you three so far….”
*Ozymandias, starts to flex a bit, cracking his necks and stretching his chest, his shoulders.*
“I am eager for a battle. Do not ruin my patience for the ring.”
“....fine, last question…..what was going on earlier, with those officers….one of them had his weapon drawn on you?”
“Those men are….they are the puppets, for whom I must make dance. This facility holds a reward, a triumphant victory. But I am unable to reach that victory….so I must enlist those that dare not risk everything they are. Everything they have. They will be my puppets or chaos. Now….you must leave. All of you.”
*Gill, cut off, starts to gather his questionnaire sheets, Vik starts to backtrack to the doorway. Leon stands his ground, but as Ozymandias approaches him, a crazed look in his eye, he also turns to leave.*
“Quite the mask you have. One day I will be happy to take it from your lifeless body.”
*Leon, brushing off the threat, leaves last, as Ozymandias laughs behind him. He closes the door to the room as he leaves, and joins the other two men.*
“Fuck, that guy is full throttle….I thought he was gonna kill me with a look!...I want to know more though, what were those officers doing? Looks like he was threatening them, but that does make any sens-”
*Gun shots can be heard from down the hall, back where the lunch area is. An alarm starts ringing loudly, as two officers suddenly rush the men, shouting at them to move. More shouts are heard from the hall, more gunshots, more commotion. They get rushed back to their prep-room, where Mika is still waiting.*
“What the hell is going on out there?!”
“I don't know….the officer said there was a fight in the lunchroom….sounds like a prison riot….”
*The lunchroom of the prison, the only open space where inmates can walk freely. Normally under heavy guard, observed and monitored, inmates can interact, talk, play games, and occasionally….cause trouble. Officers tend to not resort to fatal conclusions, and avoid conflict altogether if possible….however under duress, under orders, under threats to their lives and those of their families….it is hard to determine who was acting out in self-defense, and who was simply shooting to kill….it has been one day since he entered the prison, but already the strings are beginning to unravel. Already, the real fear is sinking in, the darkness is looming in the halls….and a change is taking place. For those who feel indestructible, invincible….their eyes are opening to the reality of the world….nobody is untouchable…..All Men Must Fall……*
*Gill is backstage in the Butyrka prison, walking through the tight hallways of the dull-colored prison, leading himself and the cameraman on an adventure through the terrifying building. Exposed bricks and chipped paint decorate the walls, with armed enforcers at either end of the passageways. Gill leads us through the back area, which looks to be right by the cells. He waves to the cameraman to come up to the doorway, and he points the camera lens through a window on the metal door; the room behind it is the general population much-hall, where the prisoners can roam freely from their cells...under strict supervision of course.*
“These men are criminals, convicts, trouble-makers, but more importantly….they are wrestling fans! And what better company than the FWA to come show them some real, extreme action! Right on their doorstep!”
*Gill leads the cameraman down another hallway, and into what looks to be a large office, now segregated by partitioned walls and hanging curtains.*
“Here is where the magic happens, our prep-room. From makeup to scripting, this is where I can create my questionnaires for interviews, and focus on the real, hard hitting facts of what each star is looking to achieve here. And- oh, look who it is!”
*The camera turns to point at a beautiful blonde lady, making her way over to them. She looks a million miles apart from the grimey and aged building surrounding her. Mika Vladimir, ring announcer for the FWA.*
“Mika! Mika, Mika, Mika. How are you beautiful?”
“Hello Gill….what are you doing back here?”
“Just giving the fans the tour! You have been great tonight, how are you feeling?”
“I’d be feeling much better if you two weren’t grilling me, pointing cameras into my face!”
“Yes, well just doing our job...hey, shouldn’t you be escorted around, not walking about this place by yourself? It is too dangerous for-”
“I got it.”
“No, you don’t understand, this place-”
“I got it, Gill! More importantly, I got him....”
*Gill turns around to a giant hulking man, his face concealed by a red leather mask.*
“Ah, Leon Savage. Folks at home, Leon just signed up as FWA’s Head of Security….Leon, have any words for the fans at home?”
*The man in the mask just snarls, keeping his words to himself.*
“Er, righto then….guess we’ll be off. Who’s up next to be interviewed?”
*The cameraman struggles to hold the camera, while trying to produce a clipboard to hand to Gill. Gill takes it and flicks through the pages…..*
“OK…..got him…...don’t need him yet…..she’s later…..ah, OK next up is ‘Ozymandias’....I hope I said that right. Alright, let’s go find this guy.”
“Uh, if you are going to see him, I suggest you bring Leon with you.”
“Leon? Why? We can handle ourselves, can’t we Vik?”
*Gill winks to the cameraman, still unseen off screen. He nods the camera to signal he agrees.*
“I don’t think you know this guy. Besides, you two couldn’t protect yourselves from a bee. Leon….please go with them. I’ll be here when you’re done.”
*Leon gives Mika a nod, and walks to the doorway of the room, signalling for the two men to follow him. The two bumbling idiots follow suit, and walk behind Leon down the hallway. Gill scans over his questionnaire as they walk…*
“....what brings you here, blah blah blah…..do you have your sights set, etcetera….why wear the mask, yadda yadaa…..”
*The camera bobs as it follows Gill along, who is behind Leon Savage. Gill turns another page, finding a picture of Ozymandias. He looks over his shoulder, and shows the image to the screen….it seems to be a still image from a CCTV, showing Ozymandias at the check in desk from yesterday.*
“Looks like a big dude….ah, here we are.”
*Leon stops outside of a room down the hallway- a police officer stands in front of the door, his hands crossed at his belt, a machine gun in his hand. The sign on the door behind him reads ‘Ozymandias’.*
“We are here to interview one Mr. Ozymandias….uh, is this his room?”
*The officer just looks at Gill, and tells him to move along in Russian.*
“Now now, see I need to meet with him and get his opinions and predictions about his matches tonight. It’s part of my job here…”
*The officer ignores Gill, and looks away.*
“Look, we have rented this whole place for the night, so you can’t stop us from seeing our man!”
*The officer looks back to Gill, a look of disdain on his face. He bangs the door twice with his elbow, and steps aside to let them in.*
“Well, that worked better than expected….”
*Inside the room, two more officers are standing in front of Ozymandias. He towers over them both, but doesn’t look to be in charge. One of the officers has his gun pointed right at Ozymandias, while the other is doing the talking.*
“....and you will be sorry you opened your big, stupid mouth! You won’t get one mile away from Butyrka!”
“....You do your job, and then tonight you go home to your family. Fail me, and your family fails with you.”
“You monster! What kind of man are you! You are….you are….poison!”
*Noticing the new arrivals, Ozymandias changes his tone, and steps forward, focusing on the officer with the weapon drawn.*
“You won’t kill me with one bullet, but you will kill your family….and his….rethink your actions. Now, it appears I have guests. You two can leave.”
*The other officer says something under his breath, cursing at Ozymandias in Russian. He turns and signals the second officer to lower his weapon, and come with him. Gill, Leon and Vik (the cameraman) stand by the doorway, as the two officers barge through them to the hallway, a look of fury on their face. The door slams shut as Gill now realizes he is center stage.*
“Is there a reason for this intrusion?”
“Uh, yes….yes there is! My name is Gill Snider, I am lead reporter for the FWA, and chief interviewer on staff.”
*Gill walks forward, his hand outstretched to shake with Ozymandias….but instead his crosses his arms behind his back, his chest protruding like a shield wall.*
“You haven’t answered my question.”
“Yes...well, being a new addition to the roster, I am required to come interview with you, and get some feedback about your thoughts and opinions. You just won your first match against Jackson Grace, and now you are about to step into the ring against Dylan Black, or AK Andrews. Whoever wins, so if you could…”
*Ozymandias walks past Gill, who steps out of his way to avoid getting barged into. He walks right up to Leon Savage, who stares back at him. Shorter, but wider to the naked eye, Ozymandias seems intrigued.*
“Who are you?”
“That’s Leon, he’s our Head of Security-”
“I did not ask you.”
*Leon remains quiet, breathing hard and staring into Ozymandias eyes. A tense moment passes, before Ozymandias laughs, his maniacal mechanical laugh.*
“You choose a man smaller than half of your roster to lead your security. No wonder this world is doomed. The company is collapsing already.”
“Er, no. We’re just getting started, this is the beginning og big, big things-”
“No. No it is not. You have introduced a team of hardbodies and glory hogs to a ring to wrestle, but you fail to see what this business really is. What runs it, what funds it, who leads it, who controls it….men with too much power. Men who cannot hold that power. Men, whose power is going to be their downfall….”
“....do you mean the Kosloff’s?.....”
“Look, you are here for an interview, and that will be the only reason I will permit you to stay. Ask your questions, and leave me.”
“Alright, this will only take a few minutes. Vik get the camera ready…”
“You get five questions, and five minutes. Whichever expires first, then you leave.”
*Put on the spot, with a sheet of questions, Gill quickly skims through and asks what he feels is most applicable.*
“Jackson Grace- what is your feedback after the first match?”
“The man put up a fight, he showed true integrity. But his effort was futile. He was my example to the remaining challengers of this company. He is lucky I left him the ability to breathe.”
“OK. Short and sweet, I guess. Dylan Black and AK Andrews- which one are you hoping to step up against?”
“It matters not. Neither men have made a memorable impression, and I doubt that will change after a match. One is a loud-mouth arrogant ant, and the other is a weak, spineless fraud, hiding behind a superstar facade….I will let you decipher which is which.”
“Strong words. *Ahem*...what are your plans for your future in the FWA?”
“I mean to destroy it.”
“Destroy it?”
“Yes. It is built on the shoulders of weak men, cowards. Hiding behind their drug money and their hired hands. I mean to unravel it, piece by piece. First I will decimate the roster. Then the management. And lastly, the entire organization that runs it.”
“Well that is….that is, something. I guess. OK, question four-”
“That was question four. This is your final question.”
“What? No I didn’t I only asked you three so far….”
*Ozymandias, starts to flex a bit, cracking his necks and stretching his chest, his shoulders.*
“I am eager for a battle. Do not ruin my patience for the ring.”
“....fine, last question…..what was going on earlier, with those officers….one of them had his weapon drawn on you?”
“Those men are….they are the puppets, for whom I must make dance. This facility holds a reward, a triumphant victory. But I am unable to reach that victory….so I must enlist those that dare not risk everything they are. Everything they have. They will be my puppets or chaos. Now….you must leave. All of you.”
*Gill, cut off, starts to gather his questionnaire sheets, Vik starts to backtrack to the doorway. Leon stands his ground, but as Ozymandias approaches him, a crazed look in his eye, he also turns to leave.*
“Quite the mask you have. One day I will be happy to take it from your lifeless body.”
*Leon, brushing off the threat, leaves last, as Ozymandias laughs behind him. He closes the door to the room as he leaves, and joins the other two men.*
“Fuck, that guy is full throttle….I thought he was gonna kill me with a look!...I want to know more though, what were those officers doing? Looks like he was threatening them, but that does make any sens-”
*Gun shots can be heard from down the hall, back where the lunch area is. An alarm starts ringing loudly, as two officers suddenly rush the men, shouting at them to move. More shouts are heard from the hall, more gunshots, more commotion. They get rushed back to their prep-room, where Mika is still waiting.*
“What the hell is going on out there?!”
“I don't know….the officer said there was a fight in the lunchroom….sounds like a prison riot….”
*The lunchroom of the prison, the only open space where inmates can walk freely. Normally under heavy guard, observed and monitored, inmates can interact, talk, play games, and occasionally….cause trouble. Officers tend to not resort to fatal conclusions, and avoid conflict altogether if possible….however under duress, under orders, under threats to their lives and those of their families….it is hard to determine who was acting out in self-defense, and who was simply shooting to kill….it has been one day since he entered the prison, but already the strings are beginning to unravel. Already, the real fear is sinking in, the darkness is looming in the halls….and a change is taking place. For those who feel indestructible, invincible….their eyes are opening to the reality of the world….nobody is untouchable…..All Men Must Fall……*