Post by Dylan on Mar 28, 2018 17:08:27 GMT -5
The shot begins with some cool 80's themed graphics swirling around the screen. Some words pop up on the screen.
The image fades out to our scene, with Ricky "The Metrosexual" Jackson sitting in a chair on an 80's talk show set. There's a table to his right, and a chair to the right of that. Ricky sits cross legged in his chair and clasps his hands in front of him, smiling at the camera.
Ricky: Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the FIRST edition of...
Crowd: THE METROZONE!
Ricky: Yes, The Metrozone, that is right! I am your host, the most flamboyant, sexy, and most pornographic man on planet earth, Ricky Jackson! And joining me on this fine day in March, is a very good friend of mine, none other than AWA's newest signee... "THE METRO-SEX-OOH-AL!" *does his best boxing announcer voice* RIIICKKYYYYYYYYYYY JAAACKSOONNN!!!
The camera pans to a curtain and out walks a pale, skinny guy in a Ricky mask and some hair glued to his chest. He walks around flexing awkwardly, looking like Copycat. He walks over to the real Ricky and shakes his hand super enthusiastically. They both sit in the chairs and the fake Ricky waves at the crowd, who shower him in cheers.
Fake Ricky: W-we-well I'm gl-glad tuh be here, mista Jackson.
This fake Ricky talks with a heavy southern accent and a stutter, clearly not used to being on a talk show, even if there were only 2 people watching and the audience sounds were just stock sound effects. The real Ricky smiles and pulls out some note cards.
Ricky: And we're glad to have you here too, Rick. Can I call you Rick?
Fake Ricky, or "Rick," nods.
Ricky: Good, good. Now, in a few days time, you'll be travelling down to Los Angeles, the City of Angels, for your debut match in a small time company known as Absolute Wrestling Alliance.
"Rick": Ye-yes I am.
Ricky: I wasn't done talkin. Anywho, you'll be having your debut match in the main event of the evening, for a spot in the AWA World Heavyweight Championship match at some point in the future. And in that match, you'll be facing a man known simply as "Poison."
"Rick": Pretty co-corny name i-if ya ask me.
Ricky: Indeed, that's cornier a name then The Anomoly.
Ricky winks at the camera.
"Rick": Who?
Ricky: What? No, I'm saying if someone were to wrestle under that name, they'd have to be an utter buffoon.
Ricky again winks at the camera.
"Rick": Is there som-something in your eye? It's bl-blinkin' a lot.
Ricky: No, no. But anywho, you're facing this Poison feller, who's clearly a huge KISS fan, juding by all that wacky makeup. Really put the Ultimate Warrior to shame.
A loud, booming voice echos throughout the set, coupled with some hip 80's pop.
CEASE AND DESIST'D!
"Rick": What in t-tarnation was that?
Ricky: No clue, I digress. Can I get your thoughts on that match this upcoming Saturday?
"Rick" nods and stands up looking right into the camera.
"Rick": P-P-Poison, we're s-set to fight in a few d-days, and I-I'm gonna kick your butt!
Proud of what he's said, "Rick" jumps and looks at Ricky, who stares back dumbfoundedly.
Ricky: That's the best you can do?
"Rick" slowly nods, unsure of what's about to happen. Rocky sighs and stands up, shaking his head.
Ricky: Kid, ya gotta have more passion, more emphesis. Here, let me show you how it's done.
Ricky stands up and takes off his jacket and sunlgasses, placing them both on his chair. He sucks on the remains of his lollipop and stares with firey passion into the camera lense.
Ricky: VENO-er.. POISON!
This sudden outburst makes everyone jump, most notable "Rick," who in fact cowers away a little bit. Ricky, on the other hand, is making tons of hand gestures and showing limitless passion.
Ricky: POISON! In 3 days time, on March the 31st, you and I will go ONE... on one. I'm the realest deal on the street, as real as the musk of my chest bush. And I'm real mean in the ring, meaner in the sheets too, ladies.
Ricky winks at the camera again, while getting questionable looks from "Rick."
Ricky: Now without getting too much into detail brother, the fact of the matter is you ain't no wrestler, your a chump has-been pop star! Whereas I'm a mean Gene machine, I hit hard and come harder. And that's no joke, but I bet your sex life is! And one thing's for sure, when we step in front of those 200 people, I'm gonna metrosex you up!
Ricky takes a deep breath, and smiles into the camera, chewing on his lollipop stick.
Ricky: Poison... WHATCHA GONNA DO, WHEN DICKFLIPMANIA RUNS WIIIIILD ON YOOU?!
Ricky flexes for the camera and smiles, before putting his sunglasses back on and smiling at "Rick." A loud buzzzer sounds and Ricky shrugs.
Ricky: Well, that's all the time we've got for...
Crowd: THE METROZONE!!
Ricky: ...the Metrozone, tune in next time folks.
The show fades to some 80's graphics, signalling the end of your program.
