Post by Shane Trudex on Apr 24, 2008 17:25:40 GMT -6
The Motor City....Detroit, Michigan....home to the Detroit Lions, the Detroit Tigers, and the Detroit Pistons. Soon....in three days, it will be home to the newly crowned AWS World Heavyweight Champion....."The Trademark" Shane Trudex. Scene opens inside of a local boxing gym in downtown Detroit. The gym is rustic looking, old school look....old school feel....a hazed look with the sun peeking through the window filling the room. The camera finds Shane Trudex, sporting a pair of Nike shorts, a grey muscle shirt, bandana around his head, standing in an attack position in front of a punching bag....sweat glistening from his face and body. A gentleman, apparently a trainer, stands behind the bag holding it steady. Focus graces over the eyes of "The Trademark"....his breathing heavy and steady. His body now in motion as his leg lifts sharply nailing the bag with a steady thrust kick followed by two quick sharp punches from his fist. Several of these occur and finally Shane notices the camera crew. He lowers his stance and relaxes, leaning against the punching bag.
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| "The Trademark" Shane Trudex ||:.| Welcome...especially to Morpheus...to Shane Trudex's personal dojo....the local gym here in Detroit. Look around....lots of history resides in these walls and the age of the building definately has stories to tell. Here you won't find no real fancy machinery, no high tech computerized gadgets, and well no dark damp corners for freaks like Morpheus to hide in. No....when you come here....you come with determination.....you come with dedication....you come to sweat, you come train, and you come to succeed. One thing I notice about our World Champ....he loves the dark....those lonely dreary places where nobody can hardly see your face without having some source of light. Myself....I choose to surround myself with competition....with intensity and with heart. That is why....Champ....while we both train for this World Title match on Friday at Animosity...you are hiding in the dark playing Marco Polo with Lance Harbor and here I stand, sweat pouring off my body, busting my ass training and preparing.
Shane turns and pats the guy holding the punching bag on his shoulder signaling for him to take a break. Shane, still breathing a little more heavy than usual....the normal after effect of an intense workout, heads over to a bench across the room. On the bench rests a bottle of water and a towel. Shane reaches down, grasps the towel, and wipes the sweat from his face. He follows that up by retrieving the water bottle and taking a drink. Shane then turns back towards the camera.
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| "The Trademark" Shane Trudex ||:.| Why do you walk around letting these words escape that mouth of yours....these words sounding like you actually accomplished something. You stroll around these dark corridors like you ended the life of Shane Trudex when actually all you did was luck up with a chair shot. It's been two weeks since you busted me open and yet you sit....you lick the dry blood on that chair like it's a Tootsie Roll Pop, waiting for Mr. Owl to suddenly appear from the shadows so you can ask him how many licks does it take to get to the center. You walk around....like that's an accomplishment?? **Closes his eyes and holds up his hands with a look of confusion** Apparently that facepaint is closing off all oxygen to your brain because if my memory serves me correctly....it was The Trademark who pinned your ass last week and left you laying in that ring just as I did Dax Clark the week before. I distinctly remember the referee's hand counting three after I caught you with the TKO. Yet here you sit talking about how my blood tastes when in fact all you tasted....was that of defeat last week.
Shane laughs and shakes his head as he picks up his water and walks towards the boxing ring. He stops and leans against the ring apron. In the ring, two amateur boxers spar off against each other, throwing small jabs at each other.
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| "The Trademark" Shane Trudex ||:.| You claim you aren't jealous of yours truly....you claim I am no God. Well right now the way I see it, I might not be God...but I sure as hell own your ass in that ring seeing as my record is now 2-0 against you. Now you can walk around and throw it up that you beat 28 or so to win that World Heavyweight Title and that is an impressive feat....yet it only takes one.....ONE person to take it all away Morpheus....just one. Now I will agree with you as shocking as it may sound....but yes....I am a cancer. My partners did indeed disappear on me....Christian left and Justina vanished. They have their reasons and if it centers me...then so be it. Right now, this self-proclaimed cancer as you call me is slowly eating away that World Heavyweight Title from your grasp. No matter how much you struggle to hold onto it....your grip loosening, your strength draining, the final dagger planted at Animosity as your last ounce of grip...disappears. Last week I laid down the statement that without Dax by your side....neither of you can get the job done. You say Deadly Alliance isn't a house divided....I say differently. As a matter of fact....I say the whole foundation is crumbling and the bitch is about to collapse in.
Shane continues to walk around the gym, towel drapped over his shoulder, bottle of water grasped in his hand. He stops next to the old school style weight benches. He sits down on one of the benches and looks up towards the camera.
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| "The Trademark" Shane Trudex ||:.| I love how you toss out excuses like they are dime a dozen. Rev....off doing his own thing as he always does...and whatever the hell it is, no one including his own teammates even knows. Dax is having some troubles in the ring....damn straight he is, he ran into Shane Trudex last week and enough said.....Josie...well Josie knows where she stands.....You may think she stands 100% for your quote "family" but the way I see Josie, she stands for what she feels is right whether it's for your family or not. Josie stands for what she believes in and what benefits her, she always has. Josie won't interfere in this match Morpheus but if you want to judge her decisions and her integrity where it lies, then test her and see where her loyalty lies...I guarantee you that roads ends at Josie Pleasure, not the Deadly Alliance.
Shane stands back to his feet and walks across the gym once more. He comes to a stop right where he started.....in front of the punching bag. He lifts his hand and motions for the guy to come back over to the bag. Shane turns back to the camera again.
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| The Trademark" Shane Trudex ||:.| Let's be "realistic" here....let's keep it real. I know you might be intimidating with that faceplate covering that face like a woman's mudmask, that nappy hair style, those raggy clothes....lookin over like a woman who rolled out of bed catching the 9 am PMS train. You might be all spooky and shit with your antics and what not. Hell you even bring that "metaphorical fire" to your eyes, showing that intensity. That's good...that's real good because I want you to be intense and pissed off come match time. Because you see just like William Wallace....**talks with a Scottish accent** I stand 7'0" tall....I consume all my opponents with fireballs from his eyes, and bolts of lightning from my arse. **Normal tone** In reality, it's simple....I am the better wrestler between us and the only way you have a chance to survive is praying that Prozac or someone interferes in this match. Praise your chair shot and my blood that covers it....bask in the glory you have gained with the weapon. Something to leave you with and think about....Scars from chair shots heal after time....defeats and losing that title you carry will haunt you forever. You state that a trademark will be made at Animosity. You are correct, Morpheus, but not in the way you see it. No...it will not be Morpheus trademarking Shane Trudex....it will be Shane Trudex....trademarking you and the entire AWS as I am crowned the new World Heavyweight Champion.
Shane smiles and lets out a laugh as he looks into the camera with focus. He turns and gets ready to once again start his routine on the punching bag. His attention distracted by his cell phone laying on a chair just a few feet from him. He reaches down and retrieves the phone, seeing that a Missed Call graced his phone and Josie Pleasure's name on the screen. A voicemail icon is visible on the screen as well. Shane dials the voicemail box and listens to the message Josie left for him.
"Shane, it's Josie again, dude what the hell is with you? Last week you get pissed at everything and I couldn't calm you, I call later you're screening your calls. Your cells off, if I don't hear from you soon..I'm coming after ya. I'm worried Shane...later."
Shane slides his thumb over and hits the Send button once. On the screen, Josie Pleasure's name is seen highlighted. His thumb hovering above the send key, one quick press redials her back. Instead his thumb slowly slides over and presses the End key returning the phone back to the main menu. Shane sighs as he sets the phone down on the chair. He turns and takes his stance. As before...a quick sharp kick snaps forward catching the side of the punching bag followed by two quick punches as the scene fades out.
