Post by fullmetal on Aug 6, 2021 1:13:03 GMT -5
RP for UPRISING, Total Anarchy 2021 (August 14 2021) Eliminator Match
JIRITSU of BLACK CRUSADE WORLDWIDE
"A is for Anger"
POST-MATCH SECTION____________
(Chyron reads: "YouTube Exclusive: After the Match - BLACK CRUSADE WORLDWIDE vs. Sister-Matic Destruction")
Quick fade to the backstage area following Black Crusade versus Sister-matic Destruction, and JIRITSU is seething angrily, tossing garbage bins in their path away with angry grunts.
(Conveniently, the bins are actually empty.)
PyreBird calls a production minion over to set those upright as she catches up to J, trying to calm them down.
An interviewer minion rushes over, trying to get some words about what just happened, but J just angrily roars into her face, continuing down the hall towards the locker room area, while PB shrugs in a "what are you gonna do" manner before trying again to catch up to J.
Fade out as the Uprising bumper plays.
CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT SECTION_
Fade in to some time later, a very short distance, walking distance, in fact, outside the Las Vegas city limits, short enough that you can still see The Strip in all its glory, even though it's daytime. Technically it's near enough to sunset so that it's not hot as sin, but also still bright enough to not need floodlights.
Some in the film industry would call it the "magic hour", if said magic hour were near sunset at the Las Vegas city limits.
Yes, I am in fact stalling for time.
A non-descript truck is parked off the side of the road, and the camera can see 3 figures: Black Crusade members CLIMAX, PyreBird, and JIRITSU.
They are dressed in casual-athletic, but as usual, JIRITSU and CLIMAX are dressed in such a way as to hide their faces and any distinguishing marks on their bodies.
CLIMAX is seated next to the truck on a lawn chair (with an empty one next to him), taking in the tableau in front of him: JIRITSU angrily taking a sledgehammer to an assortment of cinder blocks, dollar-store picture frames, discount-store mirrors, and other inexpensive things that easily break and shatter under the hammer of the sledge, while PyreBird occasionally goes back and forth from the truck to JIRITSU, handing them bric-a-brac to hammer into dusty oblivion.
PyreBird: "Maybe perhaps leave a few left over for *me* to vent frustrations on on-camera?"
JIRITSU simply roars angrily in response while bringing the hammer down on another cinder block.
JIRITSU: "AMATEUR!! STUPID ROOKIE!!"
PyreBird: "I've been pro long enough that I'm not..."
JIRITSU: (breathing heavily from the effort) "...I'm talking about MYSELF!"
PyreBird: "What do you mean? You've been pro for over 15 years!"
JIRTISU: "And I made one of the most amateur mistakes you could make in that match!" (hammers a pile of broken glass) "STUPID!!" (another hammer) "STUPID!!" (hammers another) "STUUUPIIIDDDD!!!!!! AAAAGGHGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!" (several hammers in as quick succession as possible for somebody of JIRITSU's frame)
JIRITSU's heavy angry breathing gives way to what might be heard as a sobbing sound as PyreBird walks over and gently pats them on the shoulder.
PyreBird: (softly) "Hey. I'm angry we lost too. But breaking stuff only helps so much, and just exhausts you. Plus, weren't YOU the one who told me that we can't dwell on our losses?"
JIRITSU: (exhausted and breathy) "YES, but I'm STILL ANGRY!"
You can tell J wants to just scream, but they're now out-of-breath and approaching a too-hoarse voice, so they're just limited to heavy, effort-filled breathing. PB continues gently patting their shoulder.
PyreBird: "How about you catch your breath next to C, and I'll do some hammering for a bit?"
J nods as CLIMAX stands up and brings 4 large picture frames over to PB, laying them out in front of her in a fan pattern, before bowing slightly as he retreats in order to help steady J before they sit in the neighboring lawn chair. PB takes a few deep breaths before beginning to hammer the frames with her own angry yells.
She uses the side of the downward-pointed hammer to sweep the small broken pieces of glass into a compressed pile in order to hammer some more.
CLIMAX grabs a push broom and sweeps debris from J's hammering together into another pile, before returning to the truck-side chair.
PB eyes the pile, looking for larger chunks, and begins hammering it all into smaller chunks, her yells of exertion noticeably quieter than J's, and at the end, there's nothing left of all the glass, wooden frames, and bricks, but a pile of pebble-sized pieces.
She heads back to the truck, CLIMAX standing from his chair and offering to her, as she accepts, and he leans back-first against the truck pensively, and all 3 of them stare into the Vegas sunset in wildly varying stages of exhaustion.
CLIMAX: "Under other circumstances, this sunset would be quite beautiful."
Cut to the view from slightly to the right and behind the truck, a desktop wallpaper-esque view of sunset just outside Las Vegas, and the backs of the 3 members of Black Crusade regarding it.
Fade out.
MATCH PROMO SECTION___________
Fade in to an isometric view (think Fire Pro style) of a ring in large high-ceiling garage-type building, only occupied by JIRITSU, in regular mask, with Black Crusade tracksuit, leaning on the far corner, head downward.
JIRITSU: "I made an error, a crucial one, that cost my team our match last week on Revolution. I've been wrestling for 20 years and a professional for over 15 years, and I made an error that somebody in their very first year would make. I am not happy. You may or may not be able to tell, because I am wearing a mask, but I am not happy. I wish to make up for that error, so I have declared entry into the Eliminator match at the upcoming Total Anarchy event."
Raised head, turns to their left, holding the top rope tightly.
"I am not happy. I am not satisfied. I will not be able to avenge my loss in this match, because neither member of Sister-Matic Destruction is involved, but I CAN and I WILL use this match to vent my anger and my frustration over my loss. Unlike the tag team match last week, I do not actually care now if I win or lose this match -- though obviously, I will be fighting to WIN -- because my MAIN goal in this match is simply ONE: Conquer. No 'Consume' or 'Control' involved this time, merely Conquest."
Turns head toward the camera.
"I will be stepping into that ring, and I will be stepping into that ring with an IMMENSE amount of anger and frustration, and I will be taking apart anyone and everyone unfortunate enough to be in that ring with me. I am not very large, and I am not very physically imposing, so unfortunately for the rest of you in the ring with me, it will NOT be a mercifully quick beating for you; it will be a prolonged and thus increasingly painful process where I twist your limbs into positions you only thought were possible in action figures, punch your nerve endings into dysfunctional numbness, and outright kick your heads into concussive states."
Walking slowly down-left towards the other corner, running their gloved hand along the top rope lightly.
"I will be stepping into that ring with former and current champions from all over, including Uprising's own former Silver State Champion, Samantha Tolson, and I know they, and especially she, will be looking to turn some heads and get the attention of General Manager Jackson and whoever else he has helping him book championship matches here. But I am no stranger to championship gold myself, and I WILL win championship gold here in Uprising. If it takes eliminating every single participant of this Eliminator match, including those who hadn't been initially announced like myself, I will do whatever I have to. I refer you back to my previous pledge to inflict as much pain as possible."
Turning to the camera.
"I usually keep the talking to a minimum, because I prefer to let my actions speak for me...but last week, those actions spoke volumes more than I ever possibly could, and next week, my voice, my action, WILL be the loudest in that ring, in that match. Whether I win or lose, all of YOU should all be VERY afraid of how much damage I will do to you before this match is over."
Fade out.
END.
JIRITSU of BLACK CRUSADE WORLDWIDE
"A is for Anger"
POST-MATCH SECTION____________
(Chyron reads: "YouTube Exclusive: After the Match - BLACK CRUSADE WORLDWIDE vs. Sister-Matic Destruction")
Quick fade to the backstage area following Black Crusade versus Sister-matic Destruction, and JIRITSU is seething angrily, tossing garbage bins in their path away with angry grunts.
(Conveniently, the bins are actually empty.)
PyreBird calls a production minion over to set those upright as she catches up to J, trying to calm them down.
An interviewer minion rushes over, trying to get some words about what just happened, but J just angrily roars into her face, continuing down the hall towards the locker room area, while PB shrugs in a "what are you gonna do" manner before trying again to catch up to J.
Fade out as the Uprising bumper plays.
CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT SECTION_
Fade in to some time later, a very short distance, walking distance, in fact, outside the Las Vegas city limits, short enough that you can still see The Strip in all its glory, even though it's daytime. Technically it's near enough to sunset so that it's not hot as sin, but also still bright enough to not need floodlights.
Some in the film industry would call it the "magic hour", if said magic hour were near sunset at the Las Vegas city limits.
Yes, I am in fact stalling for time.
A non-descript truck is parked off the side of the road, and the camera can see 3 figures: Black Crusade members CLIMAX, PyreBird, and JIRITSU.
They are dressed in casual-athletic, but as usual, JIRITSU and CLIMAX are dressed in such a way as to hide their faces and any distinguishing marks on their bodies.
CLIMAX is seated next to the truck on a lawn chair (with an empty one next to him), taking in the tableau in front of him: JIRITSU angrily taking a sledgehammer to an assortment of cinder blocks, dollar-store picture frames, discount-store mirrors, and other inexpensive things that easily break and shatter under the hammer of the sledge, while PyreBird occasionally goes back and forth from the truck to JIRITSU, handing them bric-a-brac to hammer into dusty oblivion.
PyreBird: "Maybe perhaps leave a few left over for *me* to vent frustrations on on-camera?"
JIRITSU simply roars angrily in response while bringing the hammer down on another cinder block.
JIRITSU: "AMATEUR!! STUPID ROOKIE!!"
PyreBird: "I've been pro long enough that I'm not..."
JIRITSU: (breathing heavily from the effort) "...I'm talking about MYSELF!"
PyreBird: "What do you mean? You've been pro for over 15 years!"
JIRTISU: "And I made one of the most amateur mistakes you could make in that match!" (hammers a pile of broken glass) "STUPID!!" (another hammer) "STUPID!!" (hammers another) "STUUUPIIIDDDD!!!!!! AAAAGGHGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!" (several hammers in as quick succession as possible for somebody of JIRITSU's frame)
JIRITSU's heavy angry breathing gives way to what might be heard as a sobbing sound as PyreBird walks over and gently pats them on the shoulder.
PyreBird: (softly) "Hey. I'm angry we lost too. But breaking stuff only helps so much, and just exhausts you. Plus, weren't YOU the one who told me that we can't dwell on our losses?"
JIRITSU: (exhausted and breathy) "YES, but I'm STILL ANGRY!"
You can tell J wants to just scream, but they're now out-of-breath and approaching a too-hoarse voice, so they're just limited to heavy, effort-filled breathing. PB continues gently patting their shoulder.
PyreBird: "How about you catch your breath next to C, and I'll do some hammering for a bit?"
J nods as CLIMAX stands up and brings 4 large picture frames over to PB, laying them out in front of her in a fan pattern, before bowing slightly as he retreats in order to help steady J before they sit in the neighboring lawn chair. PB takes a few deep breaths before beginning to hammer the frames with her own angry yells.
She uses the side of the downward-pointed hammer to sweep the small broken pieces of glass into a compressed pile in order to hammer some more.
CLIMAX grabs a push broom and sweeps debris from J's hammering together into another pile, before returning to the truck-side chair.
PB eyes the pile, looking for larger chunks, and begins hammering it all into smaller chunks, her yells of exertion noticeably quieter than J's, and at the end, there's nothing left of all the glass, wooden frames, and bricks, but a pile of pebble-sized pieces.
She heads back to the truck, CLIMAX standing from his chair and offering to her, as she accepts, and he leans back-first against the truck pensively, and all 3 of them stare into the Vegas sunset in wildly varying stages of exhaustion.
CLIMAX: "Under other circumstances, this sunset would be quite beautiful."
Cut to the view from slightly to the right and behind the truck, a desktop wallpaper-esque view of sunset just outside Las Vegas, and the backs of the 3 members of Black Crusade regarding it.
Fade out.
MATCH PROMO SECTION___________
Fade in to an isometric view (think Fire Pro style) of a ring in large high-ceiling garage-type building, only occupied by JIRITSU, in regular mask, with Black Crusade tracksuit, leaning on the far corner, head downward.
JIRITSU: "I made an error, a crucial one, that cost my team our match last week on Revolution. I've been wrestling for 20 years and a professional for over 15 years, and I made an error that somebody in their very first year would make. I am not happy. You may or may not be able to tell, because I am wearing a mask, but I am not happy. I wish to make up for that error, so I have declared entry into the Eliminator match at the upcoming Total Anarchy event."
Raised head, turns to their left, holding the top rope tightly.
"I am not happy. I am not satisfied. I will not be able to avenge my loss in this match, because neither member of Sister-Matic Destruction is involved, but I CAN and I WILL use this match to vent my anger and my frustration over my loss. Unlike the tag team match last week, I do not actually care now if I win or lose this match -- though obviously, I will be fighting to WIN -- because my MAIN goal in this match is simply ONE: Conquer. No 'Consume' or 'Control' involved this time, merely Conquest."
Turns head toward the camera.
"I will be stepping into that ring, and I will be stepping into that ring with an IMMENSE amount of anger and frustration, and I will be taking apart anyone and everyone unfortunate enough to be in that ring with me. I am not very large, and I am not very physically imposing, so unfortunately for the rest of you in the ring with me, it will NOT be a mercifully quick beating for you; it will be a prolonged and thus increasingly painful process where I twist your limbs into positions you only thought were possible in action figures, punch your nerve endings into dysfunctional numbness, and outright kick your heads into concussive states."
Walking slowly down-left towards the other corner, running their gloved hand along the top rope lightly.
"I will be stepping into that ring with former and current champions from all over, including Uprising's own former Silver State Champion, Samantha Tolson, and I know they, and especially she, will be looking to turn some heads and get the attention of General Manager Jackson and whoever else he has helping him book championship matches here. But I am no stranger to championship gold myself, and I WILL win championship gold here in Uprising. If it takes eliminating every single participant of this Eliminator match, including those who hadn't been initially announced like myself, I will do whatever I have to. I refer you back to my previous pledge to inflict as much pain as possible."
Turning to the camera.
"I usually keep the talking to a minimum, because I prefer to let my actions speak for me...but last week, those actions spoke volumes more than I ever possibly could, and next week, my voice, my action, WILL be the loudest in that ring, in that match. Whether I win or lose, all of YOU should all be VERY afraid of how much damage I will do to you before this match is over."
Fade out.
END.