Post by Jesse Styles on Mar 23, 2015 19:20:41 GMT -6
Bone Crusher/Sasha Run in
The scene switches to the backstage area, where Clark Benson stands next to NEW’s latest special attraction acquisitions, The Johnimant Species himself, Johnny Bonecrusher.
Clark Benson: “Ladies and gentleman, I have the privilege of standing here next to a real wrestling legend, one of the latest men to sign a special contract with New Edge Wrestling, the one, the only, Johnny Bonecrusher.”
Cheers from the fans back at ringside can be heard. Johnny smirks at Clark Benson and adjusts his shades. He turns to face the camera and raises a finger.
Johnny Bonecrusher: “Accept no substitutes! Often imitated but NEVER duplicated! The man of many monikers mainly menacing to mooks, mostly mean-mugging morons, and merrily motivated to maul motherf*****s! But you can call me The Johnny.”
Clark Benson: “Well, uh, The Johnny, welcome to NEW! And Mr. Styles didn’t waste ANY time, as he’s ALREADY penciled you in to our next supershow, Demented! As you DEFINITELY already know, your opponent’s going to be-”
Johnny holds up a hand to stop Interview Man’s words dead in their tracks.
Johnny Bonecrusher: “Sasha. Foote. Kickboxer extraordinaire. Let’s her fingers write cheques her legs won’t be able to cash! YES, THAT Sasha Foote is who Yours Truly’s going up against in his triumphant return to that very ring. If she’s of any relation to that OTHER Foote, then… YUCK. But all the same, SOMEONE’S got to inform her that kickboxing’s GREAT and all - I guess - but this is WRESTLING! What’s she going to do when she telegraphs one of her kicks and I grab it? THEN what? Hmm? THEN what, Clark Benson?”
Clark Benson: “W-well, I, uh, I guess she-”
Johnny Bonecrusher: “That’s RIGHT, Clarkson! She gets taken down HARD and NEVER gets back up again! You’re very astute, sir! I like you! Your faith in my skills is admirable!”
Clark Benson: “Uh, I didn’t say th-”
Johnny Bonecrusher: “Ooh, MAN, you’re right AGAIN, but that’s going too far, don’t you think? Sasha Might be many things, but that’s definitely not TV-friendly!”
Clark Benson: “I didn’t say anything of the so-”
Johnny Bonecrusher: “Okay, enough. The bottom line is, and Mr. Benson, let me make ONE THING perfectly clear-”
Before Johnny can continue, the fans recite his patented catch-phrase along with him, then cheer. Johnny nods in approval.
Johnny Bonecrusher: “And that one thing is:”
He removes his shades, pointing right at the camera.
Johnny Bonecrusher: “Despite our little ‘Twitter War’, as they’re called, if you think for one SECOND that I’m going to take you lightly, you’ve got… another… thing… co… ming. What do YOU want?”
As the camera pans out, Sasha Foote comes into view, wearing her ring gear with her kickboxing robe over top prompting immediate boo’s from the crowd. Sasha confidently struts over to Benson and her opponent for Demented, The Johnny. She circles around him, Johnny stoic in his stance. She rubs her hand down his shoulder as she makes her way in front of him, smile across her glossed lips.
Sasha Foote: “So, I FINALLY get to meet the ancient artifact, sorry, Legend named Johnny Bonecrusher? This is a freakin dream come true.”
The sarcasm in her voice evident, Johnny stares her down and she places her hands on her hips and looks him up and down.
Sasha Foote: “Seriously, you’ve had a lot to say on Twitter. You aren’t so talkative now, are you?”
Sasha steps closer, lifting her right hand from her hip and pokes Johnny’s chest with her manicured index finger.
Sasha Foote: “I’m not PUSHING your buttons, am I?”
Johnny appears calm. “Appears” being the operative word. He slips his shades into his coat pocket, closes his eyes, and inhales deeply He takes a step back to avoid the poking, before manually taking Benson’s mic hand, adjusting it so the mic’s closer to his mouth.
Johnny Bonecrusher: “So… you wanted to meet Yours Truly in person. You wanted to back up your little words on the Twit-Machine. But it ALSO seems like you want to start a fight, right here, RIGHT NOW!”
The fans roar in approval of the assumption.
Johnny Bonecrusher: “Nothing, and I mean NOTHING would please me more than hoisting you up and dropping you down with a classic Johnny Special, but I just BET you’d want nothing more than have an excuse at the ready for when Methuselah here takes Baby New Year down at Demented.”
Sasha Foote: “That’s where you have it wrong Johnny. I don’t make excuses. I make statements.”
Sasha balls her hands up and lifts them up nearly to Johnny’s face. She smirks at Johnny as he doesn’t flinch an inch.
Sasha Foote: “At Demented, someone IS going down, but it won’t be me. You’re just like all of the idiot fans in this arena. You’re just like Al Envy who I’m going to beat later tonight. You’re one of those guys who believes a woman like me is better off in a kitchen cooking for you, than in a ring kicking your ass.”
The aggressive Sasha steps even closer, dropping her clenched fists. She stares at Johnny.
Sasha Foote: “I’m here to prove you wrong. I’m a problem. I’m YOUR problem at Demented and if my hands can’t knock you out, then my feet can.”
She points down at her feet and as Johnny looks down, she grabs his chin slowly and lifts it back up causing Johnny to pull away.
He backs up some more, now clearly irritated.
Johnny Bonecrusher: “Jesus Christ, stop touching me! There’ll be plenty of time for THAT when I’ve opted to drop the classics and go for the comeback edition of The Johnny Special! Once you’re stuck in THAT trap, all your martial prowess goes out the window, Steven Seagawful! David CarraDICK! Bruce… uhh… Wretchedlee… uhh...”
Johnny tries to think up some other martial arts actor names, rolling his hand trying to get the creative juices flowing. Then he just shrugs.
Johnny Bonecrusher: “Whatever! You’re ALL of ‘em! ALL the bad names! First it was Muhammad Ali versus Antonio Inoki back in ‘76… and nearly 40 years later, it’s KICKboxer versus wrestler, and the world will see which sport is better! And if you think I’m returning to the ring… two hundred and SIX days after my career nearly came to an end… just to lose, representing not JUST my sport, not JUST my fans, but me TOO… then you’ve got another think COMING!”
The fans go crazy watching the interaction between the heated rivals, clearly siding with Johnny. Sasha looks to be getting impatient.
Sasha Foote: “Talk all you want. We both know that those two hundred and six days off did you more harm than good. Look at me, I’m a Powerful, PRETTY, Passionate warrior. I’m in phenomenal shape, the best shape of my life. And then look at… you.”
Sasha puts a hand to her mouth to cover her smile and then busts out laughing. She takes time after the laugh to collect herself.
Sasha Foote: Lets be honest old man, when that bell rings all it takes is one…”
Sasha goes for a right hook but Johnny ducks it and grabs her hand and squeezes it. The crowd erupts as Johnny intensely holds onto her hand. Sasha lets out a squeal, not expecting Johnny to be quick enough to grab her strike attempt.
Johnny Bonecrusher: “That’s ONE TOO MANY liberties with The Johnny! All it takes is underestimating me ONCE: right now, I could twist your arm, put you in a crossface chicken-wing, take you down, make you REGRET the day you EVER tried to take a swing at a Jo- no, THE Johnimant Species!”
He instead shoves her arm away, chuckling to himself as he puts his shades back on.
Johnny Bonecrusher: “Instead, I’m showing you merc-”
Before Johnny could finish his sentence, Sasha shot forward, lifting her leg in the air and kicked him in the face, sending the glasses flying to the concrete floor and dropping The Johnny at the same time.
The crowd is nearly speechless as the confident ‘Problem’ walked over to the fallen Johnny, standing over him, still clutching her hand.
Sasha Foote: “Showing me what? How to sleep on the job?”
Sasha arrogantly leaned down, patting Johnny on his bruised cheek.
Sasha Foote: “I guess I’ll see you at Demented, Sweetheart. Hope you’re actually awake for it.”
Sasha stands up, stepping over Johnny and walking towards her dressing room confidently.
The scene ends with a close up shot of the kayoed Legend.
The scene switches to the backstage area, where Clark Benson stands next to NEW’s latest special attraction acquisitions, The Johnimant Species himself, Johnny Bonecrusher.
Clark Benson: “Ladies and gentleman, I have the privilege of standing here next to a real wrestling legend, one of the latest men to sign a special contract with New Edge Wrestling, the one, the only, Johnny Bonecrusher.”
Cheers from the fans back at ringside can be heard. Johnny smirks at Clark Benson and adjusts his shades. He turns to face the camera and raises a finger.
Johnny Bonecrusher: “Accept no substitutes! Often imitated but NEVER duplicated! The man of many monikers mainly menacing to mooks, mostly mean-mugging morons, and merrily motivated to maul motherf*****s! But you can call me The Johnny.”
Clark Benson: “Well, uh, The Johnny, welcome to NEW! And Mr. Styles didn’t waste ANY time, as he’s ALREADY penciled you in to our next supershow, Demented! As you DEFINITELY already know, your opponent’s going to be-”
Johnny holds up a hand to stop Interview Man’s words dead in their tracks.
Johnny Bonecrusher: “Sasha. Foote. Kickboxer extraordinaire. Let’s her fingers write cheques her legs won’t be able to cash! YES, THAT Sasha Foote is who Yours Truly’s going up against in his triumphant return to that very ring. If she’s of any relation to that OTHER Foote, then… YUCK. But all the same, SOMEONE’S got to inform her that kickboxing’s GREAT and all - I guess - but this is WRESTLING! What’s she going to do when she telegraphs one of her kicks and I grab it? THEN what? Hmm? THEN what, Clark Benson?”
Clark Benson: “W-well, I, uh, I guess she-”
Johnny Bonecrusher: “That’s RIGHT, Clarkson! She gets taken down HARD and NEVER gets back up again! You’re very astute, sir! I like you! Your faith in my skills is admirable!”
Clark Benson: “Uh, I didn’t say th-”
Johnny Bonecrusher: “Ooh, MAN, you’re right AGAIN, but that’s going too far, don’t you think? Sasha Might be many things, but that’s definitely not TV-friendly!”
Clark Benson: “I didn’t say anything of the so-”
Johnny Bonecrusher: “Okay, enough. The bottom line is, and Mr. Benson, let me make ONE THING perfectly clear-”
Before Johnny can continue, the fans recite his patented catch-phrase along with him, then cheer. Johnny nods in approval.
Johnny Bonecrusher: “And that one thing is:”
He removes his shades, pointing right at the camera.
Johnny Bonecrusher: “Despite our little ‘Twitter War’, as they’re called, if you think for one SECOND that I’m going to take you lightly, you’ve got… another… thing… co… ming. What do YOU want?”
As the camera pans out, Sasha Foote comes into view, wearing her ring gear with her kickboxing robe over top prompting immediate boo’s from the crowd. Sasha confidently struts over to Benson and her opponent for Demented, The Johnny. She circles around him, Johnny stoic in his stance. She rubs her hand down his shoulder as she makes her way in front of him, smile across her glossed lips.
Sasha Foote: “So, I FINALLY get to meet the ancient artifact, sorry, Legend named Johnny Bonecrusher? This is a freakin dream come true.”
The sarcasm in her voice evident, Johnny stares her down and she places her hands on her hips and looks him up and down.
Sasha Foote: “Seriously, you’ve had a lot to say on Twitter. You aren’t so talkative now, are you?”
Sasha steps closer, lifting her right hand from her hip and pokes Johnny’s chest with her manicured index finger.
Sasha Foote: “I’m not PUSHING your buttons, am I?”
Johnny appears calm. “Appears” being the operative word. He slips his shades into his coat pocket, closes his eyes, and inhales deeply He takes a step back to avoid the poking, before manually taking Benson’s mic hand, adjusting it so the mic’s closer to his mouth.
Johnny Bonecrusher: “So… you wanted to meet Yours Truly in person. You wanted to back up your little words on the Twit-Machine. But it ALSO seems like you want to start a fight, right here, RIGHT NOW!”
The fans roar in approval of the assumption.
Johnny Bonecrusher: “Nothing, and I mean NOTHING would please me more than hoisting you up and dropping you down with a classic Johnny Special, but I just BET you’d want nothing more than have an excuse at the ready for when Methuselah here takes Baby New Year down at Demented.”
Sasha Foote: “That’s where you have it wrong Johnny. I don’t make excuses. I make statements.”
Sasha balls her hands up and lifts them up nearly to Johnny’s face. She smirks at Johnny as he doesn’t flinch an inch.
Sasha Foote: “At Demented, someone IS going down, but it won’t be me. You’re just like all of the idiot fans in this arena. You’re just like Al Envy who I’m going to beat later tonight. You’re one of those guys who believes a woman like me is better off in a kitchen cooking for you, than in a ring kicking your ass.”
The aggressive Sasha steps even closer, dropping her clenched fists. She stares at Johnny.
Sasha Foote: “I’m here to prove you wrong. I’m a problem. I’m YOUR problem at Demented and if my hands can’t knock you out, then my feet can.”
She points down at her feet and as Johnny looks down, she grabs his chin slowly and lifts it back up causing Johnny to pull away.
He backs up some more, now clearly irritated.
Johnny Bonecrusher: “Jesus Christ, stop touching me! There’ll be plenty of time for THAT when I’ve opted to drop the classics and go for the comeback edition of The Johnny Special! Once you’re stuck in THAT trap, all your martial prowess goes out the window, Steven Seagawful! David CarraDICK! Bruce… uhh… Wretchedlee… uhh...”
Johnny tries to think up some other martial arts actor names, rolling his hand trying to get the creative juices flowing. Then he just shrugs.
Johnny Bonecrusher: “Whatever! You’re ALL of ‘em! ALL the bad names! First it was Muhammad Ali versus Antonio Inoki back in ‘76… and nearly 40 years later, it’s KICKboxer versus wrestler, and the world will see which sport is better! And if you think I’m returning to the ring… two hundred and SIX days after my career nearly came to an end… just to lose, representing not JUST my sport, not JUST my fans, but me TOO… then you’ve got another think COMING!”
The fans go crazy watching the interaction between the heated rivals, clearly siding with Johnny. Sasha looks to be getting impatient.
Sasha Foote: “Talk all you want. We both know that those two hundred and six days off did you more harm than good. Look at me, I’m a Powerful, PRETTY, Passionate warrior. I’m in phenomenal shape, the best shape of my life. And then look at… you.”
Sasha puts a hand to her mouth to cover her smile and then busts out laughing. She takes time after the laugh to collect herself.
Sasha Foote: Lets be honest old man, when that bell rings all it takes is one…”
Sasha goes for a right hook but Johnny ducks it and grabs her hand and squeezes it. The crowd erupts as Johnny intensely holds onto her hand. Sasha lets out a squeal, not expecting Johnny to be quick enough to grab her strike attempt.
Johnny Bonecrusher: “That’s ONE TOO MANY liberties with The Johnny! All it takes is underestimating me ONCE: right now, I could twist your arm, put you in a crossface chicken-wing, take you down, make you REGRET the day you EVER tried to take a swing at a Jo- no, THE Johnimant Species!”
He instead shoves her arm away, chuckling to himself as he puts his shades back on.
Johnny Bonecrusher: “Instead, I’m showing you merc-”
Before Johnny could finish his sentence, Sasha shot forward, lifting her leg in the air and kicked him in the face, sending the glasses flying to the concrete floor and dropping The Johnny at the same time.
The crowd is nearly speechless as the confident ‘Problem’ walked over to the fallen Johnny, standing over him, still clutching her hand.
Sasha Foote: “Showing me what? How to sleep on the job?”
Sasha arrogantly leaned down, patting Johnny on his bruised cheek.
Sasha Foote: “I guess I’ll see you at Demented, Sweetheart. Hope you’re actually awake for it.”
Sasha stands up, stepping over Johnny and walking towards her dressing room confidently.
The scene ends with a close up shot of the kayoed Legend.