Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2017 16:58:03 GMT -5
The scene opens up in the back area of the Plaza de Toros Calafia in Mexicali, Mexico. Those watching the event, whether it's in the arena or at home, see the point of view of the cameraman as he find his way into what seems to be the basement of the establishment. Once he's there, the camera's show a room. Dimly lit, but just the right amount of light for the camera's.
Here we see Trevor Miller as he awaits his turn in the Union Championship Tournament, against “The Question Beyond X”, Malcolm Dred-King. He is jumping all over the place, practicing his routines, trying not to fuck up. He stops in his tracks when he notices he's not alone anymore.
TM: “I do this every chance I get before a show. It's easy to botch the shit out of moves like the ones I'm known for. But clearly you're not here to talk about that…"
The camera shakes as if it were an actual head shaking, no.
TM: “No, no you're not. Maybe you're here to talk about the real important issues, like World hunger or our cock sucking president-elect.”
The camera shakes again.
TM: “Hmm… no? Well that's some bullshit. He really is a cock sucker I tell you that.”
The camera motions a nod.
TM: “Let me stop stalling. I know why you're ACTUALLY here, you're here about tonight and the first ever Lights Out, that carries the Union Championship Tournament!”
He places his arms up as the previous words are said. Miller begins to walks towards and up a set of stairs, exiting the basement area. Once in a hallway in the backstage area, he turns to the camera.
TM: “I've been in situations like these before, where you have to face the big tough guys and you have to beat em to get to the next round, I know how these things work. And I know how much credibility I can get if I we're to make it far in such tournament. But of course I have a ‘big tough guy’ in my way: Malcolm Dred-King.”
TM: “I don’t know much about Malcolm, but I do know he has this move *snaps* what’s it called?”
The cameraman answers for him.
CM: “Shattered Reali-”
TM: “Shattered Realities! That’s right! See now someone told me about it, heard it was painful.”
Miller begins to laugh, the cameraman speaks up.
CM: “Wouldn’t you think so?”
TM: “Think what? That it’s painful? Sure, I mean the dude turns it into a submission, who wouldn’t think it’s painful? I was laughing at something I was thinking about just now, you had to be there.”
CM: “Aren’t you intimidated that he could hit you with it and you lose the match and get eliminated from the tournament?”
Miller stares deadly at the cameraman.
TM: “Why no hope for me, guy? Why not jinx it while you're at it. Listen pal, I don’t know the future, I don’t know what’s going to happen. But hell, if I go down, I’ll go down trying. I’m rarely the pessimist in situations. But I question you, what if I, when given the chance, hit him with my Millerdryller and I eliminate him from the tournament?”
CM: “Umm.. Well that’s different.”
TM: “See guy, you need to have faith in me, if not what’s the point of your being here?”
CM: “I’m the camera guy.”
Miller is silent and looks up at the wall for a split second then back at the camera.
TM: “Ohh, that actually sounds right. Possibly the best thing you've said the entire time I’ve been here.”
TM: “Listen to me very carefully, “Win or lose, I believe in giving my best and that is what I always do.”
CM: “Tha- that was beautiful, you come with that yourself?”
TM: “God no, google helped me out. Some guy named Lin Dan, said it, whoever the fuck that is. Listen dude, it was fun talking to you but I gotta go and do other relevant stuff, no offense.”
CM: “Yeah I figured you’d say that sooner or later.”
TM: “Great you see things my way!”
With that Trevor Miller slaps the cameraman on the shoulder and walks off past the camera, the scene ends as screens fade to commercial.
Here we see Trevor Miller as he awaits his turn in the Union Championship Tournament, against “The Question Beyond X”, Malcolm Dred-King. He is jumping all over the place, practicing his routines, trying not to fuck up. He stops in his tracks when he notices he's not alone anymore.
TM: “I do this every chance I get before a show. It's easy to botch the shit out of moves like the ones I'm known for. But clearly you're not here to talk about that…"
The camera shakes as if it were an actual head shaking, no.
TM: “No, no you're not. Maybe you're here to talk about the real important issues, like World hunger or our cock sucking president-elect.”
The camera shakes again.
TM: “Hmm… no? Well that's some bullshit. He really is a cock sucker I tell you that.”
The camera motions a nod.
TM: “Let me stop stalling. I know why you're ACTUALLY here, you're here about tonight and the first ever Lights Out, that carries the Union Championship Tournament!”
He places his arms up as the previous words are said. Miller begins to walks towards and up a set of stairs, exiting the basement area. Once in a hallway in the backstage area, he turns to the camera.
TM: “I've been in situations like these before, where you have to face the big tough guys and you have to beat em to get to the next round, I know how these things work. And I know how much credibility I can get if I we're to make it far in such tournament. But of course I have a ‘big tough guy’ in my way: Malcolm Dred-King.”
TM: “I don’t know much about Malcolm, but I do know he has this move *snaps* what’s it called?”
The cameraman answers for him.
CM: “Shattered Reali-”
TM: “Shattered Realities! That’s right! See now someone told me about it, heard it was painful.”
Miller begins to laugh, the cameraman speaks up.
CM: “Wouldn’t you think so?”
TM: “Think what? That it’s painful? Sure, I mean the dude turns it into a submission, who wouldn’t think it’s painful? I was laughing at something I was thinking about just now, you had to be there.”
CM: “Aren’t you intimidated that he could hit you with it and you lose the match and get eliminated from the tournament?”
Miller stares deadly at the cameraman.
TM: “Why no hope for me, guy? Why not jinx it while you're at it. Listen pal, I don’t know the future, I don’t know what’s going to happen. But hell, if I go down, I’ll go down trying. I’m rarely the pessimist in situations. But I question you, what if I, when given the chance, hit him with my Millerdryller and I eliminate him from the tournament?”
CM: “Umm.. Well that’s different.”
TM: “See guy, you need to have faith in me, if not what’s the point of your being here?”
CM: “I’m the camera guy.”
Miller is silent and looks up at the wall for a split second then back at the camera.
TM: “Ohh, that actually sounds right. Possibly the best thing you've said the entire time I’ve been here.”
TM: “Listen to me very carefully, “Win or lose, I believe in giving my best and that is what I always do.”
CM: “Tha- that was beautiful, you come with that yourself?”
TM: “God no, google helped me out. Some guy named Lin Dan, said it, whoever the fuck that is. Listen dude, it was fun talking to you but I gotta go and do other relevant stuff, no offense.”
CM: “Yeah I figured you’d say that sooner or later.”
TM: “Great you see things my way!”
With that Trevor Miller slaps the cameraman on the shoulder and walks off past the camera, the scene ends as screens fade to commercial.