Post by Anton Chase on Jan 5, 2018 11:49:47 GMT -5
(The scene opens up and were inside of a hotel room, one of many that we see. As we pan around we see Anton Chase sitting on a greenish colour sofa. Anton who is dressed in casual street wear, blue jeans, a self-merchandise t-shirt. )
"I hope you all had an amazing christmas because I did but mostly I made some new year resolutions. 2017 was a worse year in my career a few secrets were revealed, I lost a friend in the business, John Pariah. But now I can move past it and move forward. I can move forward into 2018 with every intention in owning Union Battleground."
(Anton adjusts his long hair from his eyes)
"And my first match back for the Relapse show is with Emery Layton for the Trench War championship. Now that's what I am talking about. That's a great way to start 2018 with a win and becoming the new Trench War Champion."
(Anton pauses)
"I'm not walking into this match blind though I know that Emery Layton is one hell of a fighter. I've faced her before. She's one tough chick with all respect. But things are changing in 2018 and everybody better watch out that I am going to own 2018."
(Anton pauses)
"And it all starts with me beating you Emery Layton for that Trench War championship. It's going to be an amazing 2018 for yours truly. Emery Layton listen to my words very carefully because I'm not going to lie to you. I'm here right now to tell you that I'm not playing games, I'm here to win and win every match I'm in."
(Anton smirks)
"And unfortunately for Emery that's you, you're going to be my first victory and it's going to be a huge victory as I leave the Relapse show the new Trench War champion, believe every word in that Emery."
(Anton pauses)
"I'm going to throw you around like a ragdoll and show why the entire wrestling world should never doubt me. It's gonna' feel great to become a champion again and it's gonna' feel even more great proving people wrong."
(Anton smirks)
"2018 is a fresh new year and more importantly 2018 will be the year of Anton Chase."
Bloody hell it's hot. You can almost hear the didgeridoo playing as we look the sky- the bluest blue you can imagine. There's actually no clouds, just a giant, glowing orb in the sky.
Hearing the wildlife out in the dirt and muck, there's not really a lot to be seen other than some dingos, a sign in the far distance and some distinct hopping noises. But sat, alone, in the middle of it all is a Range Rover, parked. Perched on top, crosslegged, with a tupperwear box of sandwiches, a cardboard box of supplies, the Trench War Championship and some binoculars around her neck is a wild Emery Layton. She's got a cork hat on too, because obviously. She looks through the binoculars as she bites her ham sandwich.
EMERY LAYTON:
"Alright, I definitely can't see the arena over there. Is that it...?"
She takes down her binoculars, squinting as the thing she watches begins to move. Slowly. Bouncing.
"...Nah, just a bush. Oh wait no it's not. I don't even know what that thing is. Cracking."
She leans forward.
"Hello?"
It ignores her, continuing to bounce away. Em curls her nose and shrugs before delving into the cardboard box beside her and rummaging.
"Huh. Well, guess it could be worse. Lets just take a few minutes while I find my map. I prefer to use real maps. I don't like using map apps on my phone. Don't trust 'em. I'm not like a hermit or nothing, I'm just more practical. The journey's more rewarding when you've fought for it, y'know? I think that way about most stuff."
She throws a few things out, over her shoulder- a wrench, a trident hat, a hair dryer and various tit and tat.
"I think it's being more practical that's helped me survive a lot. I mean, you get a lotta these new people coming in and they're all about cutting corners. They don't want to earn what they got, they just wanna find the quickest way to get there. Whereas me? I ain't about that, and sometimes it goes well. Sometimes not. I ain't gonna lie- I played it down but between you and me, what happened at Hammerstein didn't please me much. I didn't come outta that match as winner and somewhere, someone made like Shania Twain said 'okay, so you're the Trench War Traveller? That don't impress-a me much', etcetera. And speaking of which, what the hell's she even doing in that music video? Like, she's just looking out for big strapping lads to come get her and then she just spends her time judging them immediately. No wonder she's out there. Someone probably went 'sick of you' and kicked her out the car. Mega gripe to pick with Shania if I ever meet her."
She stops her rummaging for a moment as she reflects. She realises she's rambling.
"Getting back to the SHIDO incident, he's a good competitor but I gotta make sure that never happens again. Not while I got the Trench War titl--Whoa..."
Her eyes shoot over like a dart.
"Look..."
And we do. Stood watching, silent. It's a kangaroo, staring in the distance.
"Is that thing watching us...? I'm kinda weirded out by things watching me from far away..."
She clears her throat, uneasy as she hastily rummages around again in her box again.
"I need to find this map. Listen, I should probably talk about 2017 a little bit. That's what you wanna hear about, yeah? Cos it was a big year. I mean, what, I wrestled in loads of massive companies and loads of countries across the world? I won titles. I won a world championship! But the one I kept the longest is the one I defend at Relapse, and that is the Trench War Championship. We're coming up to nearly a full year holding this now, which is mental. It's the title everybody wants to take from me. Hey, maybe our mate over wants it too..."
She looks up at the distant kangaroo, holding up her shiny title.
"Oi! Skippy! You want this? I can probably get you a shot somehow..."
'Skippy' responds by bouncing off. But he is notably closer.
"Nah, I don't think he understands. Probably the accent. But I had challenges from some of the biggest and brightest in the business. Trust me, this Pavee right here spent more time travelling far and wide in 2017 than she ever did with her family. I got a laundry list of people who wanted to take this title from me and all they had to do was ask. Summon the Trench War Traveller! But I feel like 2018's gonna be different. You can only travel so long before you start getting noisy. People across the world know your name. They know what you got. They're hungry. I feel like it's only a matter of time till someone gets too hungry and comes looking for an all-you-can-eat Emery Layton buffet."
She scrunches her face up as she says her last sentence. Even she's repulsed by what she just said.
"That just sounds wrong. Don't tell anyone I said that, eh?"
She takes a hearty bite out of the other half of her ham sandwich.
"But, eh, I'll tell you what. Know who's gotta be starving these days? Anton Chase. That guy. Man. He had a bad year. We all have 'em. He went back and forth with Trixie, he lost friends and family. He lost matches. Tell you what else he lost, too...he lost to me. Second match here. Baby days of Union Battleground. And y'know what? Turns out I was dead right back during that first tournament. The only time he'd ever get close to a championship here is when he was challenging me for it, and here we are! My gypsy fortune-telling powers know no limits. He's next in line to step right up and face the Worst of the Pavees. First of the year! Don't let his 2017 make you think he's got no shot winning, though. Opposite, I figure. If that were me, I'd wanna prove myself just that bit more and start my year off with a huge win. Shock the world! Beat the Trench War Champion that no one could take the title from!"
She waggles her finger and shakes her head, like a school teacher who's just caught you about to steal beakers from science class.
"'Cept there's one problem, fella. You think you got this all figured out. Think you got my number just cos I lost in New York? Nah. Anyone else holding this title, maybe this'd be the point where you bounce back. Maybe this'd be the day you come out with that big old win. But you ain't facing anyone. You should know by now, fella- I'm Emery Layton. I'm the Worst of the Pavees. The Lethal Lackeen. The Trench War Traveller. I'm practical and I survive. I drop outta the sky with sunshine in my hand, I beat people I shouldn't every single day and then leave them wondering for the rest of their lives just how I did it. Call yourself a Wrestling God all you like, but it's worth sod all if you can't make me believe in you."
On that note, she falls back into the box again until...
"A-ha! Map!"
Cue a large, oversized map that's almost as big as Emery herself. She begins to follow it with her finger.
"Right...so...I went down this way and..."
She stops, lowering her map. She looks side to side. She then looks back up at the map. Then she looks in the far distance at the sign mentioned earlier. She puts her binoculars to her eyes and reads as best she can. Not easy to read, either. Something something 'Welcome', something something...
OUTBACK.
Em's binoculars drop out of her hands.
"Oh. Oh arse. I don't even know how I got here, then."
With haste, she opens the top window of her car and stuffs the box and map through the top, as she pounces down off the car roof.
"Em, how do you do this all the time? Melbourne to Sydney- wasn't hard! All you needed to do was follow the--"
Now she looks up. As she's about to open the door, she hears a ruffle behind her. Looking over her shoulder, she sees it. The kangaroo. It's not just closer than it was before, it's mere feet behind her. Em turns with a jump.
"Hey. Listen, about before, calling you Skippy, I--"
It takes one bounce forward for Emery to drop whatever she was about to say and leg it, the kangaroo bouncing after her.
"Alright! Okay, I'm sorry! I just wanna go the arena! Stop! I don't wanna do this right now! Noooooooooooooo!"
And on that note, with her hand on her hat and running for her life, we exit pursued by a kangaroo.
