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Post by REDEFINE Pro on May 30, 2015 21:15:35 GMT
Singles Match: Shawn Star vs Mikal Drakin
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Post by Shawn Star on Jun 1, 2015 21:45:54 GMT
Lights are flashing, and music is blaring. Sweaty, barely clothed bodies are gyrating to the music. It looks like something out a rap video, or at the very least-an evening with Tony Stark. Pan upstairs, and we see a man, flanked by women representing every hair color in the spectrum. He looks away from them for a moment and sees the camera. Smiling-he gestures for the camera to follow him as he disappears into a room. We enter that room as the women cut to a side. He chuckles.
SS: Don't worry my friend. it’s not what you think. I would love to have you film me and these beautiful women-but thats not why we’re here is it? No. You come from Second City right? You’ve come out here to the Hollywood Hills just to ask the newest member of the 2CW roster a few questions right? Well that’s great. Allow me to introduce you to someone..
A blonde woman walks into frame-wearing a tiny black dress. You know, one of those dresses other people would call a ‘napkin’.
SS: This is my personal assistant, Angelika. You have to go through her.
AL: That’s right. Nobody gets near my man-without coming through me first.
She seductively looks at the red head to her right, giving her a coy inside smile and smacking her ass.
SS: It’s like the groupies right? You want to fuck Mick Jagger, you have to work your way up the ranks. Well let me tell you this. I’m the Mick Jagger of Pro Wrestling-and some people don’t like that. For you, I’ll make an exception-since its your first time.
He smiles-and sits down on the edge of the bed.
SS: I get it, nobody knows me in Chicago. Why would they? It’s a crime ridden, disease filled filth hole-and not the fun kind either. Yeah-I can hear the Chicago kids groaning already. Guess what? Guess how many fucks I give about Chicago. Out here in Hollywood, the weather is beautiful, the women are beautiful, and those who aren’t-well..they just don't exist.
He chuckles as a brunette sits down beside him-and starts unbuttoning his black Armani dress shirt.
SS: Mikal Drakin-that is the fate that awaits you my friend. People don’t like my honesty. That’s fine-because I don’t like them. They call me a bastard for a reason Mikal, and I’m proud of that. Because in the end-you can’t be a star, without being a bit of a bastard. See you Chicago, it will be fun.
The scene fades to black as Shawn Starr
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