IEW Rage Promo

The scene opens outside Paul E. Dangerous’ Company Main office. Rage climbs out of the driver seat of a Black Jeep Wrangler. Paul E. Dangerous hops out of the Jeep and goes towards his office. Rage slowly walks towards the already open door. Paul soon follows him in and the twosome takes off their sunglasses. A make-upped secretary sits behind a computer and a desk.

Secretary- Hello Mr. Dangerous.

Paul E. Dangerous- Hello Pauline.

Paul opens a door to the left of her desk and Rage walks in before Paul. Paul quickly follows him in and flicks a light on. The Huge Office lights up in slowly, one section at a time. On one side of the office is a wrestling ring, and the other side, the side the two are on is a desk with finely lavished furniture. Paul takes his rolling chair from his desk and sits in it. Rage looks around and walks towards the ring area.

Rage- Why do you have this ring in here?

Paul E. Dangerous- What does it matter?

Rage- I am just curious. I don’t see a man like yourself wrestling.

Paul E. Dangerous- Don’t make assumptions! When you assume you make an ass of you and me.

Rage- Ha, That’s a pretty clever play on words.

Rage shakes his head in disbelief. He walks up to the steel steps and begins to enter the ring. Paul turns around in his chair, and turns on the TV nearby & a VCR. The Falcon’s latest promo is on the tape along with some other clips. Paul presses play and the tape begins.

Paul E. Dangerous- RAGE! Come Over here!

Rage walks over to the other side of the large office, and Falcon is halfway through his little speech. Falcon begins to speak and The Camera takes a gander at the TV. “Hell you shouldn’t even be compared to me cause u suck so bad. But Adrian you better hold on to that belt because I am coming at you with everything I have!! And if I chance to hurt you or even end your career I won’t think twice about it!! And rage you talk about my name right what the hell kind of a name is rage? What the hell does that mean rage in a cage.. Rage is the mage or panus in your anus!? But the only thing that matters is next week on Friday night mayhem I will leave that very ring as the new IEW champion! And there’s not a damn thing Adrian, Rage, Paul E. Dangerous, Captain America or hell even Will smith! Because who am I....I am The Falcon!!!”, when the camera comes back onto Rage and Paul, Rage is laughing his ass off while Paul keeps the same stern face that he always does. Rage wipes a tear from his eye and look at Paul.

Rage- That is funny… Grade A Humor there. I wouldn’t be amazed if he beats me! I mean, He’s…. FALCON!

Paul E. Dangerous- Hey, What did I tell you about Assuming.

Rage- Paul, This guy has the IQ of Kumba. Where does he get off saying something stupid like I shouldn’t be compared to him because I suck so bad? That isn’t even good English! It would be suck so badly, what a fucking dolt. He needs to buy a dictionary; I mean his syntax is worse than Adrian Slayer’s taste in taunts! The guy needs to stop dreaming and live in a place I call reality!

Paul E. Dangerous- Rage, Come on This guy is…

Rage- a never-will-be! He’s got no character, no talent, and I pretty sure he was raised by a bunch of Southern Hicks from Cajun City, USA.

Paul E. Dangerous- I got a random question for you… Do you remember this?

Paul begins to fast forward through his tape, and comes to Rage’s match last week. Rage smiles, as the video plays.

Brutus: Rage completely dominated that match! I feel sorry for whomever he is going to face in the second round!

Rage finally let’s go of the hold and Sexy Boy goes limp right away. Two EMT's come out and run into the ring and begin to check on Sexy Boy. Rage now goes back and begins to kick Sexy Boy. He pushes one of the EMT's out of the way and the other one takes a step back. The second EMT rips off his shirt and takes off his hat. His undershirt reads "Rival"

Jimmy Rollings: Wait a second! That’s the newly signed "Rival" Joseph Stone!

Stone picks up the chair which is right by his feet and runs at Rage and hits him square in the back of the head. Rage falls to the canvas hard and the crowd pops huge. Stone slowly slides out of the ring as the other REAL EMT goes and checks on Rage as well now. Stone makes his way out threw the crowd as they all begin to pat him on the back.

The camera goes back to a Rage who has almost no emotion on his face; he quickly shakes the look off his face and goes to talk.

Rage- Honestly Paul, I don’t remember that chair shot, after taking so many blows to the head time begins to fold on top of itself. Who is that guy anyway?

Paul E. Dangerous- His name is Joseph Stone, he wants to prove to the world how extreme he is.

Rage- Uh huh, and who better than me right? The Off Spring of Xtremity, The One, The Only Rage… But how did he prove he was extreme? How? He got a chair and whacked me in the head after I beat the hell out of that nobody. Wow, he really showed me up! He thinks he’s extreme, what’s with all these rookie nobodies just saying I AM EXTREME, with this so called in your face attitude. I mean, I realize I am the man to beat, even though I don’t have any titles, but COME ON! First The Silencer quotes me, and says something like I AM NOBODY, and I am going to stop you dead in your tracks, fear me and my ability to blab on about how I am going to make you pay for your actions off, blah, blah, blah. Get in line Silencer, if I had a nickel for every time someone said that they could beat me, I’d be a fricken Millionaire! And if they lost to me in the following match, I’d be a Billionaire! Just get used to the facts, no matter how much you say you are Extreme, or how many times you attack someone after a match you are not extreme. You’re nothing more than a chump rookie who thinks he’s hot stuff, when he really isn’t.

Paul E. Dangerous- See, You’re doing that again.

Rage- Doing what?

Paul E. Dangerous- You start to talk to me and then just talk to people you’re not even facing! Stick to one person!

Rage- Paul, if I did that, I wouldn’t be in the place I am in right now!

Paul E. Dangerous- Okay, Fine, Rage, who do you find to be your biggest threat in your upcoming match?

Rage- Uh….. I’d have to say Adrian in all his glory, and his self proclaimed Extremity, Maybe Falcon because he can put me to sleep with out even using a sleeper hold.

Paul E. Dangerous- NO! WRONG! You are your biggest threat!

Rage- Wha?

Paul E. Dangerous- You heard me, you are your own worse enemy. Rage, you limit yourself. You hold back! Stop doing that! Take Adrian for his money, Give him no breaks, Just keep pounding and pounding till he can’t take anymore! Don’t stop until you have his blood all over your hands, and the same goes for Falcon, don’t spread yourself out to thin. For every punch you hit “The Extreme One” with hit Falcon with one just as potent! Make them remember your name!

Rage- Paul… That is genius! Do you have any other suggestions you might want to give me about these rookie pests?

Paul E. Dangerous- Well, Yes. For them what you have to do is….

Paul shoves the camera down to the floor and the transmission is cut. Static replaces the large office.

	The One, The Only.... RAGE
	The scene opens outside Paul E. Dangerous’ Company Main office. Rage climbs out of the driver seat of a Black Jeep Wrangler. Paul E. Dangerous hops out of the Jeep and goes towards his office. Rage slowly walks towards the already open door. Paul soon follows him in and the twosome takes off their sunglasses. A make-upped secretary sits behind a computer and a desk. Secretary- Hello Mr. Dangerous. Paul E. Dangerous- Hello Pauline. Paul opens a door to the left of her desk and Rage walks in before Paul. Paul quickly follows him in and flicks a light on. The Huge Office lights up in slowly, one section at a time. On one side of the office is a wrestling ring, and the other side, the side the two are on is a desk with finely lavished furniture. Paul takes his rolling chair from his desk and sits in it. Rage looks around and walks towards the ring area. Rage- Why do you have this ring in here? Paul E. Dangerous- What does it matter? Rage- I am just curious. I don’t see a man like yourself wrestling. Paul E. Dangerous- Don’t make assumptions! When you assume you make an ass of you and me. Rage- Ha, That’s a pretty clever play on words. Rage shakes his head in disbelief. He walks up to the steel steps and begins to enter the ring. Paul turns around in his chair, and turns on the TV nearby & a VCR. The Falcon’s latest promo is on the tape along with some other clips. Paul presses play and the tape begins. Paul E. Dangerous- RAGE! Come Over here! Rage walks over to the other side of the large office, and Falcon is halfway through his little speech. Falcon begins to speak and The Camera takes a gander at the TV. “Hell you shouldn’t even be compared to me cause u suck so bad. But Adrian you better hold on to that belt because I am coming at you with everything I have!! And if I chance to hurt you or even end your career I won’t think twice about it!! And rage you talk about my name right what the hell kind of a name is rage? What the hell does that mean rage in a cage.. Rage is the mage or panus in your anus!? But the only thing that matters is next week on Friday night mayhem I will leave that very ring as the new IEW champion! And there’s not a damn thing Adrian, Rage, Paul E. Dangerous, Captain America or hell even Will smith! Because who am I....I am The Falcon!!!”, when the camera comes back onto Rage and Paul, Rage is laughing his ass off while Paul keeps the same stern face that he always does. Rage wipes a tear from his eye and look at Paul. Rage- That is funny… Grade A Humor there. I wouldn’t be amazed if he beats me! I mean, He’s…. FALCON! Paul E. Dangerous- Hey, What did I tell you about Assuming. Rage- Paul, This guy has the IQ of Kumba. Where does he get off saying something stupid like I shouldn’t be compared to him because I suck so bad? That isn’t even good English! It would be suck so badly, what a fucking dolt. He needs to buy a dictionary; I mean his syntax is worse than Adrian Slayer’s taste in taunts! The guy needs to stop dreaming and live in a place I call reality! Paul E. Dangerous- Rage, Come on This guy is… Rage- a never-will-be! He’s got no character, no talent, and I pretty sure he was raised by a bunch of Southern Hicks from Cajun City, USA. Paul E. Dangerous- I got a random question for you… Do you remember this? Paul begins to fast forward through his tape, and comes to Rage’s match last week. Rage smiles, as the video plays. Brutus: Rage completely dominated that match! I feel sorry for whomever he is going to face in the second round! Rage finally let’s go of the hold and Sexy Boy goes limp right away. Two EMT's come out and run into the ring and begin to check on Sexy Boy. Rage now goes back and begins to kick Sexy Boy. He pushes one of the EMT's out of the way and the other one takes a step back. The second EMT rips off his shirt and takes off his hat. His undershirt reads "Rival" Jimmy Rollings: Wait a second! That’s the newly signed "Rival" Joseph Stone! Stone picks up the chair which is right by his feet and runs at Rage and hits him square in the back of the head. Rage falls to the canvas hard and the crowd pops huge. Stone slowly slides out of the ring as the other REAL EMT goes and checks on Rage as well now. Stone makes his way out threw the crowd as they all begin to pat him on the back. The camera goes back to a Rage who has almost no emotion on his face; he quickly shakes the look off his face and goes to talk. Rage- Honestly Paul, I don’t remember that chair shot, after taking so many blows to the head time begins to fold on top of itself. Who is that guy anyway? Paul E. Dangerous- His name is Joseph Stone, he wants to prove to the world how extreme he is. Rage- Uh huh, and who better than me right? The Off Spring of Xtremity, The One, The Only Rage… But how did he prove he was extreme? How? He got a chair and whacked me in the head after I beat the hell out of that nobody. Wow, he really showed me up! He thinks he’s extreme, what’s with all these rookie nobodies just saying I AM EXTREME, with this so called in your face attitude. I mean, I realize I am the man to beat, even though I don’t have any titles, but COME ON! First The Silencer quotes me, and says something like I AM NOBODY, and I am going to stop you dead in your tracks, fear me and my ability to blab on about how I am going to make you pay for your actions off, blah, blah, blah. Get in line Silencer, if I had a nickel for every time someone said that they could beat me, I’d be a fricken Millionaire! And if they lost to me in the following match, I’d be a Billionaire! Just get used to the facts, no matter how much you say you are Extreme, or how many times you attack someone after a match you are not extreme. You’re nothing more than a chump rookie who thinks he’s hot stuff, when he really isn’t. Paul E. Dangerous- See, You’re doing that again. Rage- Doing what? Paul E. Dangerous- You start to talk to me and then just talk to people you’re not even facing! Stick to one person! Rage- Paul, if I did that, I wouldn’t be in the place I am in right now! Paul E. Dangerous- Okay, Fine, Rage, who do you find to be your biggest threat in your upcoming match? Rage- Uh….. I’d have to say Adrian in all his glory, and his self proclaimed Extremity, Maybe Falcon because he can put me to sleep with out even using a sleeper hold. Paul E. Dangerous- NO! WRONG! You are your biggest threat! Rage- Wha? Paul E. Dangerous- You heard me, you are your own worse enemy. Rage, you limit yourself. You hold back! Stop doing that! Take Adrian for his money, Give him no breaks, Just keep pounding and pounding till he can’t take anymore! Don’t stop until you have his blood all over your hands, and the same goes for Falcon, don’t spread yourself out to thin. For every punch you hit “The Extreme One” with hit Falcon with one just as potent! Make them remember your name! Rage- Paul… That is genius! Do you have any other suggestions you might want to give me about these rookie pests? Paul E. Dangerous- Well, Yes. For them what you have to do is…. Paul shoves the camera down to the floor and the transmission is cut. Static replaces the large office.