Ryan Rage vs Spiker

[Drake Daniels]

#1 contenders match
Ryan Rage vs Spiker

[Spiker]

*The scene opens to a very barren looking area. There is nothing but sand as far the eye can see and the sun is beating down very hard. Loud explosions can be heard somewhere nearby and people screaming. The scene slowly spins around and we see a war zone. There are men in camouflage with guns strapped around them, prepped and ready in their hands, on the close side. East Indians are behind a dune off in the distance with their turbans popping around the corner every couple seconds to fire off some shots. Another loud boom and a flash can be seen from behind the East Indian troops, they all fly forwards, dead. Suddenly a man walks out into the middle of the battlefield. He is wearing an Arizona Cardinals, Matt Leinart, jersey and black jeans. It is EWA Superstar, Spiker.*

Spiker: CUT!! I Said CUT the Cameras!

*All of the “dead” East Indian troops stand and walk off the scene. The allied forces also slowly walk off as props come to take care of the scene. Spiker is still standing in the middle of the desert.*

Spiker: We need some real Americans out here playing these troops. The movie is going to turn out very unrealistic if we have Canadians playing the American Troops. We’re making the American army look much smarter than it really is. And get some real explosives out here on the set. If we are going to blow the Americans and Pakistanis up then they actually need to know how to act when an explosion goes off behind them. Because, frankly, that was the worst acting I’ve ever seen. And somebody get me a Cappuccino, well hurry up! Don’t make me wait, that’s not a good thing.

*A man walks out onto the scene next to Spiker. He is wearing a long black jacket and has a beret on.*

Man: Who the Hell do you think you are? You just can’t run out in the middle of a shot and start yelling orders!

Spiker: And just why Not? Who are you that you think you can walk out and tell me what I can and can’t do?! I’m Spiker, EWA’s biggest name and the star of the cameras. I go to where the cameras are, because they love me!

Man: I’m the Director of this movie! I’m the one that calls the shots, not some lowlife nobody like you!

Spiker: Oh…hehe…Sorry Man. I just couldn’t stand to see such a horrible rendition of this movie being shot. I had to come out and offer my advice to try to save your career.

Director: Well I don’t need your Advice! I was doing very well with managing the shoot until you decided to show up and start causing problems!

Girl: Your cappuccino you requested sir…

*A small girl, Chinese, no older than about 8 comes and hands Spiker a paper cup with his cappuccino. He quickly snatches it out of her hand and shoos her away. He takes a sip and looks back at the Director. The Director looks as if he is going to say something, when a high pitched beeping is heard. He halts himself, and looks down at his belt. He unclamps his phone from his belt, and answers it. Spiker turns and walks away, the camera following him. We walks right up to the chair labeled “Director” and takes a seat.*

Spiker: Over the past 2 weeks I’ve did a couple things that have made people strongly question where my head is at. First, it started with the “American Hero”, Legend. At Mayhem I destroyed Legend; I took his sorry ass and tore it limb from limb and then proceeded to beat him some more even after I had won the match. Later that night, I did more of the same. After Ryan Rage had defeated Jayson Furry 1-on-1 in their match, I made my second appearance. I hopped from the crowd and assaulted the man. Now, some people may question why I resorted to the low blow. But rest assured, I was just doing what any other man would have did in my position. I was staring at a man standing over 8 inches taller than myself; I used my equalizer to bring him down to my size. And then, I clocked him with a chair right across his skull. Finally, we get to last week. Ryan Rage came to the ring again, this time not for a match, but to accept my challenge for a #1 Contender’s Match at EWA’s debut PPV, Extreme by Choice. He finishes his short little speech, and what do I do to respond…I come down to the ring and beat his ass one more time.

*The Director hangs up the phone and begins walking towards Spiker. Suddenly a man dressed in a pure black suit (not a good idea in hot weather, btw) stops the director in his tracks. He says something and the director tries to protest, but the both end up walking off to a trailer. The camera zooms in on the trailer door and read s a star with the label “Producer” on it. We zoom out again and return our attention to Spiker, who has put a pair of sunglasses on now.*

Spiker: Ryan Rage is the definition of American Trash. He is the bottom of the food chain, the man that everyone else steps on to reach their ultimate goal of the World Title…oh wait, I’m thinking of Legend again aren’t I? Ryan Rage is a different story. Ryan Rage has lived through the trash and the ghetto of America his entire life. He has witnessed first hand just how awful his government is for 27 years. And, yet, he still tries to make the country love him. He had a hard life growing up; he has lived through nothing but hard times as long as he can remember. Who did this to him you may ask…America! He comes out week after week complaining about having to raise his brother and sister because his mom was never around, and having to deal with Social Services taking his siblings away from him when his mom died. But when he is out in that ring doing what he loves most, beating up nobodies, he feels the need to have the people cheering for him.

*Spiker stands and begins walking. He walks past a couple of makeup trailers, wardrobe, and even the choreographer doing something with one of the soldiers (not cure what that’s about).*

Spiker: It’s just another example of how stupid Americans can be. Ryan, I see potential in you. You could be almost as big of a star as yours truly, but you need to lose the nice guy act. Those fans don’t deserve your respect. And you definitely don’t need their respect. Realize America for what it truly is, a giant slum trying to pass itself off as a country. Those people are all retarded slobs. When I come to the ring this weekend for Extreme by Choice, the fans will undoubtedly unleash boos on me. I will walk to the ring embracing each and every one of them. Not because they hate me, but because they are jealous that they will never be as popular as I am.

*The director emerges from the producer’s trailer, a solemn look on his face, with a clipboard in his hand. He stops as he quickly realizes that Spiker is standing right beside the door to the trailer. He hands the clipboard to Spiker. Spiker flips through the sheets as the director explains to him.*

Director: OK. So the producer and I have come to a conclusion. He wants you aboard the project with us for some “much-needed” new blood; all you need to do is sign this contract here.

*Spiker continues flipping through slowly, reading bits and pieces as he goes.*

Spiker: Sounds good…only one problem…

*Spiker shoves the clipboard back into the director’s chest. He whips out a business card from his back pocket, signs the back of it, and hands it to the director.*

Spiker: …Call me when you can add a zero to the end of that number. Because I definitely don’t sign anything for that little money!

*Spiker turns and walks off as the director looks after him, shocked. Spiker is heading directly towards the parking lot, still talking, as the camera follows him.*

Spiker: Now, there is another issue rising in EWA that needs to be addressed. This quickly emerging problem of 2 specific men’s egos taking over. Now, neither of these men deserves to be named, but it is very easy to figure out who I mean. Last week they turned on their tag team partners in a match against one another, and stood tall in the ring. Apparently, it is not because they are friends, but rather because they feel that nobody in EWA can take them down. They have let they’re egos take over, and when I get my chance, that will be their downfalls. They may stand tall now, but neither one of them has stepped in the ring 1-on-1 with me yet. They will brag of how they are undefeated, and how I will just be another name to add to their list of losers, but I will do just the opposite. I will take them extreme and pin them. Whether 1-on-1, or if they feel threatened I would not be afraid to go 2-on-1 because these two men do not even intimidate me. I would walk into the ring, lay both of them out, and walk back out without anybody being able to stop me. American trash is the same as regular trash…if you let it sit long enough without disposing of it, it begins to grow old. Ryan Rage, as well as our 2 egomaniacs are simply American Trash. Their same old speech is getting old and it’s time I take out the Trash.

*Spiker gets to the parking lot, clicks the auto-unlock on his key chain, and climbs in to a nearby Chevy Avalanche. He revs the engine and drives off down the road. All the camera can do is stand in the dust as he fades into the distance, and then the screen fades to the EWA Logo.*

[ryanrage]

The cameras come alive in a room with a TV playing. The camera pan to the left and it’s the scene from the last Mayhem.

Ryan Rage comes out from the crowd as they cheer him on, he slides under the ring taking Owens down by surprise, attacking Owens with rights and lefts, Rage picks up Owens and gorilla press slams him down on the matt, Rage slides out of the ring and grabs a chair, Rage slides back in the ring and wails Owens in the back with the chair, he then goes back to the outside and reaches under the ring yanking out a table, he throws the table into the ring, he slides back in and sets the table up in the middle of the ring, Rage then lifts up Owens and delivers a huge powerbomb to him straight threw the table, Owens looks to be folded up like a accordion, Rage goes to the outside and grabs the mic, he starts to talk as he gets back into the ring::. And then it cuts to the scene a few seconds later.

Rage" Extreme by Choice, Spiker me and you, we will go to the Extreme, and this will be your outcome" Just then Spiker comes out from the entrance way and makes his way down in to the ring as both men start to go at it with one another, rights and left being thrown all over the place, its all out mayhem right now as these two men who knock it off, the refs and road agents start to come down to split these men apart, they finally get them apart as they stare one another down Mayhem goes to a Commercial break.

suddenly the cameras shake as a voice can be heard behind them.

Funny isn’t how Spiker can claim he beat my ass when the cameras clearly show we were beating each others asses on till the punks in the back stuck there nose in a place it didn’t belong.

Spiker you arrogant little fuck you want to run me down whatever kid grab your self another coffee and pay attention. One thing sparky I have a little brother the only sister I had was Alexis and last time I checked she was older than me and her family took me and my brother in after my mom died so before you run people down make sure you know what you’re talking about ok jackass. You’re right though I was raised in the ghettos but never once will you here me piss and moan about it because it made me the man you see before you a man that has no problem beating down a no talent hack like you. I guess I could say I was impressed by you’re lone win here in the EWA a win against a piece of crap bigger than you Legend wow impressive Skippy. Spiker sunshine I’ve listened to you bitch and bitch about this country and on some things you’re right it’s not perfect but hell no place is and as far as the fans go man they can boo me or cheer me to me it’s the same no matter what because unlike when you’re in that ring at least there not sitting on there hands or going to get popcorn or using the restroom’s. Look at the tape Spiker look at the damage I did to a man for most of my life I’ve called brother and friend what makes you think for one second I wont do things ten times worse to you? See Spiker the pain and physical damage I plan on inflicting in that ring would get me throwing in prison and thanks to our boss it’s all legal. So Spiker listen to the tick-tock of the clock because it counts down to the end of your life and I mean life fuck your career because its as worthless as anything that’s every come out of the country of yours as anything else I’ll be seeing you Spiker and get one last mental image of Big-O in that ring because that’s what you fate is lying in the middle of the ring broken and beaten.

Rage walks out the door of the room and the camera fade to black and an ad for Extreme by Choice is played.