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[Part 1]: Inspect-her Gadget
[Central Park]
[Our TVMA show opens with our roving xZone Reporter Candice Hoffman standing outside a specially constructed tent near the makeshift parking lot. The shade from the afternoon sunlight sprinkles through the trees, and as the rustle of the crowd can be heard settling into the park's naturalistic atmosphere, in the background, we can here BACW Heavyweight champion Spectre mumbling something to himself.]
Candice Hoffman: [Motioning to her camera crew.] There he is guys! Come on! Start rolling! I don't want to miss a thing!
[The camera crew scrambles into position as Candice quickly hand presses her extremely tight micro miniskirt. Toss her hair to the side and exposing the perfect profile; she puts on her game face as the cameras go live.]
Candice: Hello, fan-boys and fan-girls, I am your sexy on the scene xZone reporter Candice Hoffman, and standing over there by those bushes is BACW's heavyweight champion! In just a few seconds, I'm going to ambush him with a few tough questions. As you can see, he appears to still be looking for his Heavyweight title which was taken from him at some point during TVMA's last month's main event. Back up guys, it looks like he's getting violent!
[CRASH! SMASH! CRUNCH!]
Spectre: ARRRGH!!! WHERE THE HELL IS IT!!!?
[Hidden from his view, a frightened but brave Candice Hoffman looks on as Spectre makes a rather large ruckus by turning over trash cans, and knocking over piles of surplus lawn chairs. Picking one of the chairs from the lawn, Spectre tosses it through a car window, setting off several alarms. Falling to the grass on all fours, and pulling up chunks of green in his huge fists, Spectre appears to be finished with his dissection of the outside area.]
Spectre: [Shaking his black fingerless glove to the sky] DAMN YOU!!!
[Completely frustrated, he lifts himself off his knees releasing the clumps of grass to the ground, Spectre picks his head up to see none other than Candice Hoffman there to greet him. The champion immediately digs into his pocket looking for something to comfort his pain. Not in the mood, Spectre turns walks away from Candice and her crew like they are not even there.]
Candice: [Calling out to Spectre as he continues to increase the distance] Any luck in finding your championship belt?
[The comment forces Spectre to stop dead in his tracks and glaring into Candice's baby blue eyes, he raises the ring wrench now in his hand. Stomping back to where Candice is standing, Spectre raises the wrench and moves it up and down as if it were some kind of detector. Stopping at Hoffman's breasts, his breathing grows rapid and lowering the weapon in the vicinity her crotch, he finally backs away almost satisfied with his findings.]
Candice: What the hell are you doing, Spectre? You know, I don’t have your stupid belt!
Spectre: [Crazy eyes] STUPID?!!!
[The champion tears out a clump of hair without even a flinch.]
Spectre: DID YOU SAY STUPID?!!!
Candice: [Cowering away.] I didn't mean it that way...
Spectre: [Putting the ring wrench to his side Spectre begins to chuckle.] Heh heh heh heh heh... You never know Candice, after having a stranglehold on the championship for the better part of two years, someone did the only thing they COULD do to take the title away from me… and that was to STEAL IT! Oh, I’m still recognized as the Heavyweight champion... but some vermin, some filth, some low-lifeless scum who has no business even THINKING they have the right to be called “champion”, some “chicken” who doesn’t even deserve to have his or her name mentioned in the same BREATH as the words “BACW Heavyweight champion, is walking around with MY belt! I’ve looked high and low, and thus far have not seen ANY hints as to the whereabouts of my belt! But I sure as hell intend to find my belt TONIGHT! Even if I have to comb through EVERY INCH of this building, even if I have to search EVERY ORIFICE of EVERY SINGLE PERSON in that building, I WILL FIND MY CHAMPIONSHIP BELT!! And as for those who were stupid enough to steal my belt… THERE WILL BE NO MERCY!!
Candice: But...
Spectre: [Talk to the hand motion] ENOUGH!!!
[Furious and completely agitated Spectre storms off leaving a bewildered Candice Hoffman in his wake of anger.]
Candice Hoffman: [Choked up] I... I... Oh "H" "E" double hockey sticks... Cut the feed!
[Static]
[Part 2]: Only the Lonely
[Fading from the tense outdoors scene and going into the comforts of our temporary enclosure, we see Mike Sloan standing in front of a camera ready to be interviewed. The shot is dark, and there seems to be someone in the room with Sloan, someone we can't see.]
Mike Sloan: Chris Ross, who are you and why are you talking about me?
[He grins.]
Mike Sloan: You’re nobody and that’s why you are over looked.
[His smile diminishes.]
Mike Sloan: You attack a woman and you expect everyone to be scared of you? Why, because you’re crazy…You’re the loose cannon of BACW? You’re nothing, but another fan who thought it would be cool to strap up a pair of boots, put on spandex, and try to beat a two time World champion. You’re lost, miserable, and not worth my time.
[He chuckles.]
Mike Sloan: You weren’t ever forgotten, Chris Ross… because people never even knew you even existed in the first place.
Crowd: [Background] BOO!
Mike Sloan: Come on now, hang the shorts up and stop pretending to be good at something you know nothing about. Point blank, the only one you have fooled is that other twit running around in your promos; Kimo!
[He pauses.]
Mike Sloan: But there is something you are good at... That's talk... Yeah, that’s what you’re good at. But I'm still trying to figure out just how you think someone like King means something to anyone in BACW? My list contains the McClain’s and Ulfric’s of wrestling world? The only one I see on your list is King, and if that's the best you have beaten…
[There is a toothy grin.]
Mike Sloan: Then punching me in the mouth is going to be hard when I'm eating your hand!
[Putting his hand over the camera, the image of our regional champion fades to black.]
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