IEW Rage Promo

The scene opens up to a poster of some sort, it’s a PPV Poster to be precise. “Millionaire’s Massacre” is the title, and below it is a sub title, “Brother versus Brother” a steel frame is wrapped around the ring, and on one side of the poster is Rage, the other his brother. The camera slowly begins to zoom out to show, that this isn’t one of Rage’s archive rooms in his mansion but a wrestling gym with many rings in it. In one of the rings a young kid is being hip tossed and learning the basics, while in the next ring over another guy is learning how to do a moonsault. He jumps backwards and lands on a mat, his trainer claps as he begins to get up. Finally the camera makes its way to the front door of the massive training grounds; the door slowly opens as Light floods the poorly light area. Paul E. Dangerous walks through the door way, and quickly takes off his dark tinted glasses; he puts them in his charcoal colored sports jacket. Rage slowly follows with a black imitation leather gym bag, his hair is drawn back and he’s not wearing his face paint, and seems to look like everyone else. The duo walks up to a ring and Rage puts his bag on the steel steps near by. He yawns and pulls out his wrestling boots. Rage sits on one of the lower parts of the steps and takes off his everyday shoes. Rage begins to unlace his wrestling boots, to put them on, while doing so he talks to Paul.

Rage- What are we doing here Paul?

Paul E. Dangerous- I think you need to see some real wrestling, people wanting to be in the spot you are at. People who would give anything to be in a main event against a multi time world champion and some other guy. People who…

Rage- I get the point, so what do you want me to do, say keep up the good work and give them words of wisdom, if the answer is yes, I am walk out. I am not going to tell these worthless pieces of nothing that won’t amount to jack squat a ton of bull shit! I am the type of man who is honest, you should know that Paul.

Paul E. Dangerous- Rage, Calm yourself. I am not going to make you do anything you don’t want to do. What I am going to do is participate in a warm up match against this guy. He’s some luchador named Ultimo; he’s supposed to be good at what he does. Just humor me!

Rage- Ultimo eh? At least it is better than a name Like Falcon. Oh I am the mighty Falcon; Watch out for FALCON DEATH LOCK! Am I supposed to be frightened by his so called talent, or his inspiring speeches on how he is going to beat Adrian’s stupid big fat ass? Huh? What do you think Paul?

Paul E. Dangerous- Shut your mouth and get into the ring before I make you shut it!

Rage- Gaw… Don’t be so cruel…

Rage smirks to himself and walks up the steps into the ring with his boots on. He waits in a corner for Ultimo to make his entrance. The gong sounds near by and Rage looks toward where the noise came from. Suddenly this talk 6 and half foot man walks out from a near by locker room. He is wearing red tights and an orange sling, and his mask is a darker shade of orange. Ultimo slowly enters the ring over the top rope, and Rage quickly knocks him out of the ring with a swift elbow to the head

Rage- A bit big Paul?!

Paul E. Dangerous- No, You can take him, after all, you are the Off Spring of Xtremity

Rage- Oh Thanks!

Ultimo is still on the outside, but he slowly crawl to his feet. Rage smiles and sling shots him over the top rope, but Ultimo is ready for him. As Rage flies out to the area surrounding the ring, Ultimo grabs him as Rage is about to connect with him. Ultimo grabs Rage and runs toward the steel posts. Rage bounces off the post and is power slammed down to the ground. Ultimo doesn’t ease off but instead tosses Rage into the ring, and pins him for the three count. Rage arches his back in the ring; Paul enters the ring as Ultimo walks to the opposite corner.

Paul E. Dangerous- WHAT WAS THAT!?! You call that a warm up?!

Rage just flops over onto his stomach and moans in pain.

Paul E. Dangerous- Ultimo… Finish the job.

Rage- No…

Ultimo drags up Rage, but Rage battles back with a hard punches to the head, but it’s too late. Ultimo drags Rage up onto his shoulder and F-5’s him! Rage holds his ribs in pain and begins to yell.

Rage- He’s not a Mexican Wrestler… And that hurt!!

Paul E. Dangerous- You’re damn straight! Do you know why he beat you?!

Rage- Because he’s pumping steroids out the wazoo!

Paul E. Dangerous- No, because your so damn cocky!

Rage- What does that have to do with this match?

Paul E. Dangerous- If you didn’t do that unnecessary high risk maneuver you would have MIGHT won the match, oh and Rage, look up at ‘Ultimo’.

Ultimo slowly takes off his mask, to reveal that he is none other than Rage’s tag team partner, Rowdy Wallace.

Rage- You son of a…

Rowdy begins to laugh, and Paul tries not to crack a smile. Rage sits up in the middle of the ring, and undoes his hair.

Rage- This is no way to treat someone who advanced in the Xtremity Round, I might say.

Paul E. Dangerous- Rage, if you don’t get over your ego, you’re not going to beat Adrian Slayer.

Rage- Don’t give me that bull shit! Just ask Rowdy, he knows that if I do get over my ego that I will crash and burn.

Rowdy Wallace- It’s true to a point Paul. If he didn’t have his ego, I am pretty sure that Jeff would have beaten him for the national Title. It’s the same with Xtreme Title back in the defunct CWA.

Paul E. Dangerous- I don’t care! That was then this is now! Adrian is tough man, He’s a 14 Time World Champ, and the guys got some talent!

Rage- Paul, he’s got the talent sure, but he’s not recognizing! He’s off in his dream world, with all his replicas of the titles he won, and the trophy wife half of America Dreams about. Adrian is not in reality, He is a surreal existence where he and he alone is the best. And I’ve got news for him, His little fantasy is about to be over. Adrian doesn’t notice me as a threat, which is his biggest mistake. He thinks all because he eliminated me from the rumble makes him better than me. So what, he can toss me out of the ring. So What! He can’t last 10 minutes with me; I am going to take this Champ to school. Teach him a lesson in Reality, and maybe if I feel generous, he’ll get a little bit of Xtremity 101! He calls himself Extreme, He thinks intense. He thinks he’s beyond the rest of us, making comments like I am the King of the Incoherent, Wow! He’s really extreme now, making me look like a clown. Well, guess what Mr. Slayer, You have yet to make me fear you; you have yet to show me any of your raw talent. You’re just a guy who won the Rumble, and tosses people out of the ring. YOUR NOTHING TO ME! NOTHING!

Paul E. Dangerous- Are you still talking to me?

Rage- Paul, Adrian’s watching off in his dream land, I am just trying to rain on his parade and give him a nice reality check.

Paul E. Dangerous- Shut up and get out of the ring, some real talent needs to train.

Rage- Oh sure, you shouldn’t talk to the next world champion like that.

Paul E. Dangerous- We’ll see, we’ll see.

Rage rolls out of the ring with Rowdy and head out of the gym. Paul has already left the large gym. Rage grabs his bag and walks towards the door. He stops, and looks at Rowdy.

Rage- Man, You didn’t have to hurt me.

Rowdy Wallace- I hurt you? Naw Man, That Franchiser was pretty wimpy.

Rage- Damn man… Damn.

The two leave the gym and the camera fades out to a commercial for Mayhem.

	The One, The Only.... RAGE
	The scene opens up to a poster of some sort, it’s a PPV Poster to be precise. “Millionaire’s Massacre” is the title, and below it is a sub title, “Brother versus Brother” a steel frame is wrapped around the ring, and on one side of the poster is Rage, the other his brother. The camera slowly begins to zoom out to show, that this isn’t one of Rage’s archive rooms in his mansion but a wrestling gym with many rings in it. In one of the rings a young kid is being hip tossed and learning the basics, while in the next ring over another guy is learning how to do a moonsault. He jumps backwards and lands on a mat, his trainer claps as he begins to get up. Finally the camera makes its way to the front door of the massive training grounds; the door slowly opens as Light floods the poorly light area. Paul E. Dangerous walks through the door way, and quickly takes off his dark tinted glasses; he puts them in his charcoal colored sports jacket. Rage slowly follows with a black imitation leather gym bag, his hair is drawn back and he’s not wearing his face paint, and seems to look like everyone else. The duo walks up to a ring and Rage puts his bag on the steel steps near by. He yawns and pulls out his wrestling boots. Rage sits on one of the lower parts of the steps and takes off his everyday shoes. Rage begins to unlace his wrestling boots, to put them on, while doing so he talks to Paul. Rage- What are we doing here Paul? Paul E. Dangerous- I think you need to see some real wrestling, people wanting to be in the spot you are at. People who would give anything to be in a main event against a multi time world champion and some other guy. People who… Rage- I get the point, so what do you want me to do, say keep up the good work and give them words of wisdom, if the answer is yes, I am walk out. I am not going to tell these worthless pieces of nothing that won’t amount to jack squat a ton of bull shit! I am the type of man who is honest, you should know that Paul. Paul E. Dangerous- Rage, Calm yourself. I am not going to make you do anything you don’t want to do. What I am going to do is participate in a warm up match against this guy. He’s some luchador named Ultimo; he’s supposed to be good at what he does. Just humor me! Rage- Ultimo eh? At least it is better than a name Like Falcon. Oh I am the mighty Falcon; Watch out for FALCON DEATH LOCK! Am I supposed to be frightened by his so called talent, or his inspiring speeches on how he is going to beat Adrian’s stupid big fat ass? Huh? What do you think Paul? Paul E. Dangerous- Shut your mouth and get into the ring before I make you shut it! Rage- Gaw… Don’t be so cruel… Rage smirks to himself and walks up the steps into the ring with his boots on. He waits in a corner for Ultimo to make his entrance. The gong sounds near by and Rage looks toward where the noise came from. Suddenly this talk 6 and half foot man walks out from a near by locker room. He is wearing red tights and an orange sling, and his mask is a darker shade of orange. Ultimo slowly enters the ring over the top rope, and Rage quickly knocks him out of the ring with a swift elbow to the head Rage- A bit big Paul?! Paul E. Dangerous- No, You can take him, after all, you are the Off Spring of Xtremity Rage- Oh Thanks! Ultimo is still on the outside, but he slowly crawl to his feet. Rage smiles and sling shots him over the top rope, but Ultimo is ready for him. As Rage flies out to the area surrounding the ring, Ultimo grabs him as Rage is about to connect with him. Ultimo grabs Rage and runs toward the steel posts. Rage bounces off the post and is power slammed down to the ground. Ultimo doesn’t ease off but instead tosses Rage into the ring, and pins him for the three count. Rage arches his back in the ring; Paul enters the ring as Ultimo walks to the opposite corner. Paul E. Dangerous- WHAT WAS THAT!?! You call that a warm up?! Rage just flops over onto his stomach and moans in pain. Paul E. Dangerous- Ultimo… Finish the job. Rage- No… Ultimo drags up Rage, but Rage battles back with a hard punches to the head, but it’s too late. Ultimo drags Rage up onto his shoulder and F-5’s him! Rage holds his ribs in pain and begins to yell. Rage- He’s not a Mexican Wrestler… And that hurt!! Paul E. Dangerous- You’re damn straight! Do you know why he beat you?! Rage- Because he’s pumping steroids out the wazoo! Paul E. Dangerous- No, because your so damn cocky! Rage- What does that have to do with this match? Paul E. Dangerous- If you didn’t do that unnecessary high risk maneuver you would have MIGHT won the match, oh and Rage, look up at ‘Ultimo’. Ultimo slowly takes off his mask, to reveal that he is none other than Rage’s tag team partner, Rowdy Wallace. Rage- You son of a… Rowdy begins to laugh, and Paul tries not to crack a smile. Rage sits up in the middle of the ring, and undoes his hair. Rage- This is no way to treat someone who advanced in the Xtremity Round, I might say. Paul E. Dangerous- Rage, if you don’t get over your ego, you’re not going to beat Adrian Slayer. Rage- Don’t give me that bull shit! Just ask Rowdy, he knows that if I do get over my ego that I will crash and burn. Rowdy Wallace- It’s true to a point Paul. If he didn’t have his ego, I am pretty sure that Jeff would have beaten him for the national Title. It’s the same with Xtreme Title back in the defunct CWA. Paul E. Dangerous- I don’t care! That was then this is now! Adrian is tough man, He’s a 14 Time World Champ, and the guys got some talent! Rage- Paul, he’s got the talent sure, but he’s not recognizing! He’s off in his dream world, with all his replicas of the titles he won, and the trophy wife half of America Dreams about. Adrian is not in reality, He is a surreal existence where he and he alone is the best. And I’ve got news for him, His little fantasy is about to be over. Adrian doesn’t notice me as a threat, which is his biggest mistake. He thinks all because he eliminated me from the rumble makes him better than me. So what, he can toss me out of the ring. So What! He can’t last 10 minutes with me; I am going to take this Champ to school. Teach him a lesson in Reality, and maybe if I feel generous, he’ll get a little bit of Xtremity 101! He calls himself Extreme, He thinks intense. He thinks he’s beyond the rest of us, making comments like I am the King of the Incoherent, Wow! He’s really extreme now, making me look like a clown. Well, guess what Mr. Slayer, You have yet to make me fear you; you have yet to show me any of your raw talent. You’re just a guy who won the Rumble, and tosses people out of the ring. YOUR NOTHING TO ME! NOTHING! Paul E. Dangerous- Are you still talking to me? Rage- Paul, Adrian’s watching off in his dream land, I am just trying to rain on his parade and give him a nice reality check. Paul E. Dangerous- Shut up and get out of the ring, some real talent needs to train. Rage- Oh sure, you shouldn’t talk to the next world champion like that. Paul E. Dangerous- We’ll see, we’ll see. Rage rolls out of the ring with Rowdy and head out of the gym. Paul has already left the large gym. Rage grabs his bag and walks towards the door. He stops, and looks at Rowdy. Rage- Man, You didn’t have to hurt me. Rowdy Wallace- I hurt you? Naw Man, That Franchiser was pretty wimpy. Rage- Damn man… Damn. The two leave the gym and the camera fades out to a commercial for Mayhem.