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| The Final Show Before Malice In The Palace | |
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The scene opens up in the locker room of Chainsaw Masaca where Chainsaw Masaca is sitting on a bench, reading a magazine and Triple K is sitting on a steel fold-up chair and doing curls with an old weight on his left hand. Chainsaw Masaca has his long black greasy hair hanging over his shoulder and is wearing a pair of jeans and a t-shirt reading "MASACA" in crazy styled letters. Chainsaw Masaca: Man, I can't believe I got put in a match with Cliff Knight. Triple K: Whats wrong? Are you scared? Chainsaw Masaca: Hell no! He's not even worth my time. He should just give me the freaking place in the next card because we all know what will happen when I face him. Cliff will be schooled. I will be the overall Ultimate Survivor. And all will be right in the world. Triple K: Don't worry man, you'll beat him no problemo. Chainsaw Masaca: I'm not worrying. I'm griping because I'm facing a no-talent dweeb that doesn't have the wrestling talent that I have in my left pinky. He is the one who should be scared. And he hasn't made many appearances. Oh well. He can suck it for all I care. He don't interest me. Cliff Knight shall feel the wrath of the Homicial One. That is for certain. Now to address Cliff Knight personally, that arrogant know all� Chainsaw Masaca looks directly into the camera which as been observing them. Chainsaw Masaca: So the time has drawn near, huh? But a delay in the proceedings means that I will face you. But why the delay? Because some rookies couldn't take the heat. They couldn't take the pressure. Oh how the mighty have fallen, Cliff. Anyway you areon top of your game but in just a few hours, you will fall and blow it by losing to ME. Oh well, you're not as incredible as me so I shouldn't expect much from you. After all, I am the most deadly, most talented, most athletic individual this side of God's green freaking earth. Triple K: What about me? Chainsaw Masaca: You're the next best thing. Hehe. Anyways, let's take a look-see at Cliff Knight, the last Ultimate Survivor. And now look at him. Like the president's boy, he's fallen quite off track. Now he is lapping milk from the prez's hand. To put it in dummy terms, he's a has-been. He is using all he can to somehow cheat you regain his title. But his prime is over. Gone. Up in smoke. He can't get it back again, no matter how hard he tries. You understand what I'm saying?? Good boy. Maybe I won't whoop your ass. Erm� well actually I think I will. I will as much as I did to Evan Drexxler who just plain sucks. But you suck too, you're not much farther ahead of him. I'm a hotter commodity than you are. That I am more well- sought after than you. Can you think of a guy that is more talented than me? No. Can you think of a guy that is more deadly than me? No. Can you think of a guy more athletic than me? No. So that sums it up. No one is even close to me in terms of deadliness, talent and athleticism. So you put that in your bong and SMOKE IT! Triple K: Or you might say, you can put that on your chips and eat them. Chainsaw Masaca: Oh yes, of course K�. Anyway well Cliffy boy, I believe you can see the light at the end of the tunnel, but you can't reach it. You suck so much that I bet I can deal you a career ending injury to you on Friday at the Malice at the Palace. Just watch me. I'm going to roast and toast you so much that you'll be tucking your tails between your legs and run screaming out of the UWA. Chainsaw Masaca puts down the magazine and takes out a bag of Walkers chips. He opens it up and starts to eat it. Triple K: Yo, what flavour is that? Chainsaw Masaca: Salt and Vinegar. Triple K: Pass them here please Chainsaw Masaca: Who ever said I was gonna give you one. Triple K: No-one I� I just� Chainsaw Masaca: I fucking with ya! Triple K: Oh. Ok, funny� Triple K stares at Chainsaw Masaca with a funny look in his eyes. Then he bursts out laughing. Chainsaw Masaca: What? What did I do? Triple K: You crack me up a treat. Chainsaw Masaca: Oh really? Chainsaw Masaca rolls his eyes and chuckles. Chainsaw Masaca: You silly majock. Triple K looks at Chainsaw Masaca in a weird way again. Triple K: Who about my match? Chainsaw Masaca: We will save that for your promo. Ignoring Triple K, Chainsaw Masaca carries on. Chainsaw Masaca: I'm near unstoppable now. Ain't you glad that you are facing me Cliff? Ain't you glad you are facing an impossible task? This is gonna be so easy. I mean I'm incredible and you're� well�bad. One, that's an unstoppable combination. Well, unstoppable for me. I am the are the new era. And when I finish you off. It will begin. The time for destruction. The time for a Chainsaw Masaca! So you realize that? After I steamroll you, it's onto the rest! There is nothing to stop me from attaining the Ultimate Survivor gold. NOTHING! Nobody! There is no way, no how that I can be matched up. No way in hell, man. It's just not possible, I am an unstoppable force now. You and the rest of the UWA will realize that when you lying flat on your back, courtesy of me, man. This is gonna be great. Triple K: You're right. You're going to stomp on him once and spit on them twice. Then the rest of the roster will feel your wrath. Apart from me, CC and DA. Chainsaw Masaca: Taking asses in the evening and kicking names in the evening. Triple K: (laughs) What the hell? Chainsaw Masaca: Oh, sorry man. Slip of the tongue. Anyway you must of heard of that song? Triple K: Nope. I don't get out much. Chainsaw Masaca: Whatever. Back to Cliff. Chainsaw Masaca once again turns to the camera. Chainsaw Masaca: If anyone says that a new era will not begin on Friday, they are going to be believing what I say by the end of M in the P, trust me� The scene fades out to a commerical break as Chainsaw Masaca resumes reading from the magazine and Triple K resumes doing his curls. The scene opens back up to a camera wondering through the halls to a door labeled "Masaca." The camera man opens the door to Chainsaw Masaca reclining in a chair wearing black camo trousers and a tight black t-shirt with a black leather jacket. He's holding a beer in one hand and a remote in the other wathching a t.v. with a look of disgust on his face. Cameraman: Hey CM. Why are you so pissed off? Chainsaw Masaca: Two things. Triple K just ran off with the rest of my Walkers. Plus. For the last hour or so I have been watching the largest piles of shit just grow larger. If you haven't figured it out by now, I've just been watching the replay of Cliff Notes. I mean come on, I've heard more intelligent coherent rambling in episodes of Sesame Street. I may be a newcomer to this tournament, me not being in the first US. But I'm not a newcomer to fighting and promos and shit. Chainsaw Masaca stands up and throws his beer can into a rubbish bin in the corner of the room. Chainsaw Masaca: I'd rather do this in the ring. Chainsaw Masaca then makes his way out of the room telling the cameraman to close the door behind him. The camera then swithches over to the inside of the arena where the fans are already hyped up from what Chainsaw Masaca has said already. Suddenly Suck It Up by (hed) planet earth hits as red and black strobe lights illuminate the arena. Chainsaw Masaca makes his way to the ring. He climbs over the top rope and makes his way to the center of the ring and pulls a microphone out of his leather jacket. Red and black flames explode from the turnbuckles as the crowd cheers. The music then fades and the strobes cut out as Chainsaw Masaca puts the mic to his mouth. Chainsaw Masaca: Friday, my most important match in this tournament so far. Some people use this as an excuse to say, oh rookie this, oh rookie that. You know something, I've seen people in their debut fight paralyze their opponents and forever gain the fear and respects of their opponents. The mere fact that I am was not in the first US tournament as an excuse to come out and run their mouths. Just because this is my second match doesn't mean I can't KICK YOU'RE ASS! One of which that I would like to single out is CLIFF KNIGHT. Now your also one of the people who waltz's their cocky selves out here and runs their mouths to the extent of (Mimicking Cliffs annoying voice) "Oh, he can't spell his name right. He must lose because some teachers will come out a kill him. So a warning. Don't spell a word differently otherwise fate will be beating down on you and you will have ad luck eternally" I got news for you son, nothing is above me! I may spell my name differently than everyone else, but at least I don't have a name like Cliff Knight then try and have a dangerous persona. Cliff Knight? Come on! It is so camp! The crowd cheers for Chainsaw Masaca. He just continues. Chainsaw Masaca: You come out here, or back stage, wherever the hell you may be and you mock me. I come out here to give it my all, yet you have the audacity to MOCK ME! Well you've won it, this has to be the most original way to "intimidate" somebody, well, at least when I was in third year. You see I could just as easily come out here and go (Mimicking Knights high pitched squeaky voice again) "Are you ready sucker? I'm a little bitch." The crowd explodes into cheering and begins chanting "CHAINSAW!!! CHAINSAW !!! CHAINSAW!!!" Chainsaw Masaca: YET! Once again, you say that I just have a quote unquote "act!" You say I talk for ages and do not get anywhere? Let me assure you, I have certificates and the medals on my wall. I've done it all AND TOOK PICTURES! This is no act, as you said, anybody can mimic a real veteran, well I could just as easily turn around a say that any coward on the streets could just come on in and mimic the tough guy act. And that is exactly what you are doing. You see Mr. Knight that is all you are� nothing. You are an act, you are the classic ooh I'm a tough guy act. I've seen this before, no contrary to what you think I'm going to say, not in the army, but in fourth friggin year. You know what happens to people who think they are tough guys Mr. Knight? Simply put they get their asses kicked. I've been everywhere, I've done everything, and while I did it I kicked some ass. Much like I intend to do in the ring this friday, and once again, proving my point! If you don't care about my accomplishments out of the ring, then wait, Friday you'll be very proud of my accomplishments, well maybe not proud, but laying semi-conscious in a hospital bed having the doctor explain what happened to you. That is the reality. Face it for once!You see Cliff, you say you have no bounds. Well I hate to tell you, but you're dead wrong. Even Knights have their counter-points. Every Knight has another Knight that could stop it. You see what I'm trying to say is that I'm your Knight. Im but I'm not going to stop you. I am going to kill you. I will destroy you! The crowd explodes into cheers of approval with a standing ovation. Chainsaw Masaca: I don't feel it necessary to say much more. I think what had to be said has been said. All my interviews and all my turmoil has been enough. Finally! Come Friday you will be caught in the middle of a masaca. A CHAINSAW MASACA! Chainsaw Masaca drops the mic to the ring floor and Suck It Up by (hed) planet earth hits over the P.A. again. The crowd is reacting with a standing ovation as Chainsaw Masaca makes his way up the ramp. At the top of the ramp he throws his hands above his head and makes his way behind the UWA gorilla curtain. Then the screen fades to black. |
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