Trey Union
03-15-2010, 06:20 AM
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-prologue-
As Good as it Gets, Mr. Anderson made his impressive debut by destroying Zack Ryder and Justin Harmony. Having made enemies out of the Tyler family and Trent Acid, Mr. Anderson is getting himself in more trouble than it’s worth. The Green Bay Loud Mouth could be in over his head this week on Revolution as he faces 5-6 other men in a battle royal on the road to the TV title with a possible shot at the TV title at Wrestlepalooza… perhaps even the number one contender to gain the shot for the title legitimately. With last week having made an even bigger impact with not only an impressive outing, but, a debut win over the former ECW title number one contender Atomic and the former Legacy member Cody Rhodes, Mr. Anderson could be in trouble this week… Will Mr. Anderson turn up the trouble or will the trouble be too much for Ken Anderson to withstand. Stay tuned for Revolution to find out!
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-scene 1-
Ken was invited onto Bubba The Love Sponge‘s radio show. Being the loud man that he is, it was a good idea to accept Bubba‘s offer to be on the show. What were they going to talk about? WWE? TNA? His current run in ECW? What exactly was on the menu for today‘s show? As Ken walked into the building, he was first met by the stations‘ receptionist on the bottom floor. The lady was pretty dowdy looking. Pretty much looking like your typical secretary. The glasses, the ridiculous looking clothes. He expected better for Bubba. A sexy secretary instead of someone as ugly looking as this old broad. Falling off the ugly tree and hitting every branch on the way down wasn‘t a way to describe this lady. Once she hit the ground, she was then beaten with an ugly stick, pissed on by a dog, then, didn‘t show for at least a week. She smelt of old lady perfume. Something that you‘d find out of your grandmother‘s drawer. A potpourri kind of smell, but, definitely not pleasant to the nose. Ken’s nose crinkled as he walked up to her, placing his hand down harshly on the wooden desk. When he placed his hand on it, he thought he heard the wood begin to creak and crackle underneath the newly added weight. How old was this desk? From the 1780’s?
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=Green Bay Loud Mouth=
Mr. Anderson
My name is Ken Anderson, I’m here to see Bubba.
=I’m dowdy=
Bubba’s Assistant
Ken Anderson? Let me check to see if you have an appointment.
Was she kidding? Ken not have an appointment? He was freaking Ken Anderson! One of the hottest superstars on the planet and the secretary wasn’t sure if he had an appointment? Ken reached into his pocket, grabbing a card out of his pocket. He slammed it on the desk, making sure the ugly woman saw it in front of her. With her reading glasses, she looked down at it, picking it up with her skinny fingers and, holding her glasses on the tip of her nose, read it. She looked up at Ken, then back down at the card. Finally, she took a sigh and looked up at Ken, speaking in a scratchy kind of tone, her voice so high pitched that Ken thought only dogs and humans with sensitive enough hearing could hear her voice.
=I’m dowdy=
Bubba’s Assistant
So it seems you do have an appointment, Mr. Anderson. Bubba is on the third floor, his office is there. The room where you‘ll be doing the show is on the second floor, Bubba will more than likely take you there when you‘re ready to go. Are there any questions about what I just said before I send you on your way?
…enough was enough. Now she thinks he’s stupid? He knew what he was doing. It’s not like he didn’t know anything about the radio business!
=Green Bay Loud Mouth=
Mr. Anderson
Are you serious? You‘re asking the great Ken Anderson if he has questions before he takes that elevator up to see that fatass Bubba The Love Sponge? Are you delusional, you ugly woman? You‘ve got about five seconds to stop looking at me before I slap the taste out of your mouth, then send you to a beauty salaon to have a freaking makeover because of how ugly you look! Now, if you‘ll excuse me, I have an interview I have to do.
Ken walked away, the woman was nearly in tears at what Ken had just told her. As Ken moved to the elevator, he felt something tug on his leg. He turned to his left, looked down. A five year old kid. He bent down, squatting and stared at the kid. Waiting for the little boy to respond to his actions of bending down to see what the boy wanted. He finally got his answer, the little boy reached into his pocket, grabbed a pen and a crumpled piece of paper out of his pocket. The little boy held it up to Ken. Ken, shaking his head, took the pen from the boy, then ripped the paper out of his hands. Writing on the paper, he handed it back to the boy and shouted at him
=Green Bay Loud Mouth=
Mr. Anderson
BEAT IT!
The kid ran in terror, nearly crying himself. The elevator finally showed up. Ken walked in, hitting the button for the third floor, Ken stood and waited. Horrible elevator music playing in the background. Once the elevator came to a halt, he glared down at the bottom of the opening door. Walking out, he would reach the door where Bubba’s office was. Knocking on it, he’d hear the familiar voice of Bubba call out to him to walk in.
=The Love Sponge=
Bubba
Ken, Ken, Ken, come on in and have a seat! We’re gonna have a good show with you today, ya know that, right?
=Green Bay Loud Mouth=
Mr. Anderson
Cut the crap, Bubba. What did you ask me here for really? To chat on air about my life with WWE, TNA or ECW? Or possibly this little trouble brewing up with Trent Acid and the Tyler family? Which is it, Bubba? I‘m DYING to know.
=The Love Sponge=
Bubba
It‘s about your career up to this point. Up until this upcoming ECW:R‘s show. Before the 7 man battle royal.
Seven? Ken thought it was just six. Not like it matter, he was Ken Anderson. One of the greatest superstars on the planet and Bubba The Love Sponge was just a moron wanting to get a great interview out of him. Just like the rest of the losers who wanted to point out the obvious points in his career and the worst points. He was a heavyweight champion for NGW. And he was on his way to becoming the next Television champion. Ken smirked a little bit and shook his head.
=Green Bay Loud Mouth=
Mr. Anderson
Let me tell you something right now, Bubba, I‘m not going to sit here and talk about my career on the radio when none of those fans deserve to hear my life story. As well as you either. So, why don‘t we go get on that little ham radio of yours and get this little cockamamie interview going, huh?
Agreeing, Bubba got up and they headed towards the elevator. Going down to the second floor, they would walk into the radio studio where another DJ was playing music to end his show. He then began to play advertisements for Bubba’s show as Bubba walked in and sat down. Ken sat down at the table across from him, putting on the headset and adjusting the mic to his height so he didn’t break his back. He looked down at the spit guard and wiped it with some tissue paper. Disgusting. Whoever used this spit guard last didn’t have any decency in them whatsoever. Gross. The show started, finally.
=The Love Sponge=
Bubba
Welcome to Bubba The Love Sponge, ladies and gentlemen! Your number one radio source for professional wrestling news, results and rumors. Today I have someone joining me in the studio, he has worked with plenty of promotions around the world and is here today to talk about everything up to this po…
=Green Bay Loud Mouth=
Mr. Anderson
I‘m sorry, Bubba, I‘m going to have to stop you right there. I‘m not going to talk about what‘s up to this point. Just what‘s going on from my leave at TNA and onward. Got it? Ladies and gentlemen, if you don‘t know who I am, let ME introduce MYSELF. I hail from… Green Bay, Wisconsinnnnnnn-ah. They call me… MISTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEER…. ANDERSON!
=The Love Sponge=
Bubba
Now that that is ov…
=Green Bay Loud Mouth=
Mr. Anderson
AND-ER-SON!
=The Love Sponge=
Bubba
…once again, now that that is over. We can get on with the rest of the show. Ken, what have you been doing since you left TNA?
=Green Bay Loud Mouth=
Mr. Anderson
What have I been doing since I left TNA? Well, funny you should ask. I‘ve been working with other promotions, crap promotions that don‘t even give me a decent pay anymore. That is, until I ran into Paul Heyman. Now, he and I do not go way back. But, I found out Heyman got the rights back to ECW once WWE closed that stupid piece of crap down and restarted it. None of the originals are there, but, that‘s okay. We don‘t need those old fossils of dinosaurs anyways. We‘ve got all the talent in the world with people like me, Randy Orton, Triple H, The Miz. Then we got your morons like Trent Acid, Edge, Christian, Batista… who, I just found out quit the promotion. But, that‘s all fine and dandy with Mr. Anderson. It‘s none of my business what Roid-tista does, anyways.
=The Love Sponge=
Bubba
So, you have some kind of anger and resentment towards Batista? Is that what you‘re trying to say.
=Green Bay Loud Mouth=
Mr. Anderson
Read my lips, Bubba. I know you‘re not such a good reader since you host a daily radio show, but, try to keep up anyways; I have nothing angry or resentful towards Batista. Just that stupid Tyler family and Trent Acid. I don‘t know what you don‘t get a bout that, but, I think you need to understand that and let me get on with this interview before I reach over this table and smack the taste out of your mouth.
Ken lifted his hand up and Bubba increased the pressure on Ken. Beginning to drill him with even worse questions as the hour went on. It felt like forever to Ken and then finally, the magic question came up.
=The Love Sponge=
Bubba
Going to be honest with you Ken, I don‘t agree with what you did with Nikole Tyler. I think you came off of that as arrogant and stupefied as ever.
=Green Bay Loud Mouth=
Mr. Anderson
Bubba, you must not like the taste of your own spit. Because, it‘s about to come out of your mouth..
Ken reached over, throwing the headphones at Bubba and leaped over the desk. Pounding the head of Bubba multiple times before speaking into the microphone.
=Green Bay Loud Mouth=
Mr. Anderson
Ladies and gentlemen, Bubba The Love Sponge is over. Go on with your normal lives and stop listening to this piece of crap. Because I just canceled his radio show. Good day, everyone from MISTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEER… ANDERSON!.
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-Scene 2-
”AN-DER-SON!” was shouted over the arena, heavy guitar music could be heard over the loud speakers. The lights darkened and on the stage walked Ken Anderson. The lights flashed back on, a lone spotlight brightening up the figure that stood on the stage. Smirking, gum chewing, Ken would pace back and forth across the stage, smiling the entire time before he finally stopped center stage and raised his right hand into the air. Down dropped a microphone, an old style microphone used in boxing rings around the world to call out the matches and the boxers to the ring. Ken stood back up, having been slightly squatted to receive the microphone, he’d pace a bit longer before finally putting the microphone to his lips and beginning to speak.
=Green Bay Loud Mouth=
Mr. Anderson
I’d like to point out a simple fact, okay? Before I get all this trash talking going. I took out Zack Ryder and Justin Harmony for a reason. I know all the stupid and dumbfounded news sites are saying this and are saying that, but, I have my own reasons for those two in particular. Now, with that out of the way. I’d like to talk about last week if I may. Or are you fans going to try and steal my thunder before it even starts to rumble?
Booing, the fans were trying to get under Anderson’s skin. He never quite understood why they wanted to get under his skin, but, it didn’t bother him one bit.
=Green Bay Loud Mouth=
Mr. Anderson
So, last week, I took on Atomic and Cody Rhodes. Both of whom, realized they had no chance against me and decided to try and save face by leaving the match early before I took out Atomic with a Mic Check. Then Rhodes decided to try and join the part and he took the same fate. I rolled over top of both of them, winning by pinfall. Now, if you don‘t believe that, ask Atomic or Rhodes. Wait, they‘re not here! Maybe perhaps I finally got their little egos in check and they high-tailed it out of here. Maybe they finally realized that wrestling me wasn‘t a good career move. Look at me, I‘m one and oh in ECW:R, with an impressive debut by destroying two men on a pay-per-view stage! How awesome am I, right? I must be pretty awesome if I can do that without breaking a sweat. The champions must be sweating bullets right now. I mean, c‘mon, who wouldn‘t? I could take them out and end their title reigns with my pinky finger. Especially “The Pope“. …really, D‘Angelo Dinero is here? So, everyone finally is beginning to jump ship or work for other places? Haha… wow! I must say, Dinero never struck me as an extreme guy, but, then again, you all never thought you‘d see me here either, did ya?
Laughing, Ken paced a bit more over the stage. Wiping sweat from his forehead, adjusting his kneepads and elbow pads. Trying to get them to fit correctly once again. They moved often, some times because they didn’t either fit perfectly or were brand new and needed to be broken in. These needed to be broken in. Except for the elbow pads, he ordered the wrong size there. Ken looked up at the crowd, they were still laughing a little bit, some were quite serious. Almost sounds dead.
=Green Bay Loud Mouth=
Mr. Anderson
I‘m sorry, I thought this was a wrestling show and I was the performer and you were the crowd. Isn‘t this how this little give and take game works? I give, you take, you give, I take? I‘m pretty sure that‘s how fan to talent interaction works. I say something that makes you boo or cheer or laugh or whatever the desire reaction is and you comply with the reaction needed like the good little puppets you fans are SUPPOSED to be. But, since none of you want to give up what I‘m putting down here tonight, I guess you all can just shut up and listen to what I have to say about my opponents tonight.
Ken cleared his throat, stopping back on the center of the stage before looking up at the ceiling and placing the microphone at his side, the crowd finally started reacting. Booing what he had said to them. Ken didn’t give a hoot. He couldn’t freaking care about what the fans thought about him. Right now, he just wanted to get what was on his chest about his opponents… well, off of his chest!
=Green Bay Loud Mouth=
Mr. Anderson
Let‘s start off with Daniel Tyler. Daniel, I‘m sorry your stupid sister had to cross paths with me, perhaps I should‘ve taken her out for a nice dinner and a romantic cruise or something. …haha, yeah right! Your little gothic sister doesn‘t deserve that kind of treatment and quite frankly mister Tyler, neither do you. I‘m not going to be very kind to you in that right and I hope you get destroyed. I‘m not going to let some two bit idiot stand between me and what is rightfully mine. That TV title that Dinero or Ryder will be holding after tonight. So, Daniel, just stay out of my way or suffer the consequences. Got it?
Ken laughed and looked around, the crowd booing Ken for what he had said about Daniel Tyler, Tyler, apparently being a favorite in ECW:R. Ken, scoffing, picked the microphone back up and just laughed into it.
=Green Bay Loud Mouth=
Mr. Anderson
Awww, how cute. A bunch of followers, sheep. I can‘t wait for your guys‘ balls to drop and you women to grow breasts, it‘s going to be a good day to know that the ECW fans are no longer pussies! Angelo Cane, now, this man is a former TV champion in his own right. But, that doesn’t matter to me. I’m going to make sure he suffers the same fate as Mister Tyler, by being eliminated over that top rope. Hitting the floor and having to walk to the back with a wave from me… Hahahahahahaha!
Ken smirked once again. Checking himself for bleeding from his sides because of how hard he was laughing. The crowd wasn’t too pleased, booing him at every word he had spoken about Angelo Cane. Anderson loved it. He reveled in it. Bathing in the booing as if it was his bath water. He put his hand to his ear and listened to it with a pleasant smirk on his face before continuing onward.
=Green Bay Loud Mouth=
Mr. Anderson
The King of Kings is in this? More like the King of Losers. Triple H is nothing but a smart man, don‘t get me wrong. He‘s banging Vince McMahon‘s daughter, which means, Heyman, you better watch out, because you might walk into your office one day, Stephanie and Trips might be on the desk, naked as jaybirds and doing the tango on your desk in full view. Might I suggest installing video cameras to make sure it doesn‘t happen? Or better yet, more security guards outside of your office, even when you‘re not there? Triple H, enjoy the road down to failure, my friend. Because that‘s all I foresee for you tonight.
Pacing once again, he tried to think of what to say for the next participant. He couldn’t draw blanks not now. The crowd was absolutely hating what he was putting out. Which means he was doing his job right and getting the reaction needed. Good, that was something he wanted. Now, Ken had a few choices to make. Only three people left, might as well get them over with.
=Green Bay Loud Mouth=
Mr. Anderson
Who is this rookie? Joey Storm? What has he done that he deserves to get into the ring with me? Win a dark match? Pffffft. I took out men to debut, I destroyed a former number one contender and took out another member of the roster in the process. What makes this little rookie think he stands against against… me? Truth of the fact is folks, he doesn‘t. He can stand in the middle of that ring all he wants and claim he can beat all of us, but, the reality is, he can‘t. He won‘t beat seasoned vets like me, Triple H, Daniel, Jeff or anyone else that‘s not him. Sorry, but, your win last week Storm was a fluke. A simple fluke, nothing that could even compare to what the rest of us have done in that ring, I‘m sorry, but, you‘re wasting your time!
Stopping himself from flipping off this woman in the crowd because of what he was shouting at him, he decided to play it off and let it look like he didn’t hear it. Truth is, he heard it and it was funny that she believed Ken. Truth was, Ken doubted himself a bit in the ring. He shook his head and began to speak into the microphone once again.
=Green Bay Loud Mouth=
Mr. Anderson
Now we go to the second loudest mouth in ECW… The Miz… this guy claims he‘s awesome? Miz, I just got one thing to tell you, okay? You are sooooooo… NOT awesome. You see Miz, I was awesome before you even claimed you were awesome. I had it all before you did, I paved the way for you to become “awesome“. So, with all due respect Miz, kindly stop stealing my little awesome bit. It was written for me by the hand of God and only me. So, move aside and let the real AWESOME one reclaim what was his. Okay? Thanks!
The final man… Oh man, was this going to be a field day! And what a field day it was. He had a lot of words for this man. A lot of words indeed. Some back story, some not so much. Some trash talking, he had it all. And it was going to be a pleasure to destroy this man verbally, as well as in the ring later tonight.
=Green Bay Loud Mouth=
Mr. Anderson
And now… we end up on the last man of the night. That high flying risk taker and all around drug addict, Jeff Hardy. Jeff, you tried going through TNA once again and you ended up back here… How in the world did you manage to do that, amigo? I‘m still not seeing the connection. I mean, how in WWE did you get a world title shot and win but yet, when I was finally getting my push, I was fired? And you had two strikes against you already for failing the drug testing! How, how did you get those shots, Jeff? You must‘ve been under creative’ desk, more importantly, Stephanie McMahon. Who I hear is in ECW as well. So, I‘ll let Beth, your girlfriend, know about your little affairs with Miss Helmsley. Keep the drugs away from this man, ladies and gentlemen, if you‘re an addict like this man is, you won‘t have them for very long because he‘ll snort up your coke faster than you can say Jeff Hardy. Not to mention make ten pounds of meth for you then get his own home blown up and your animals killed. So, keep away from this man at all costs. Why isn‘t security checking on this man? Isn‘t he in some sort of violation because he has court soon or something? Man, Heyman, you didn‘t do your background checks very well and it shows. Kudos. So… without further ado… I‘m going to give you all a spoiler tonight… THE WINNER OF THE MATCH BY ELIMINATING EVERY FREAKING PERSON IN THE RING… MISTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEER… ANDERSON!
A few seconds pass… and he finishes his promo.
=Green Bay Loud Mouth=
Mr. Anderson
AN-DER-SON…!
His music plays through-out the arena and he throws the microphone behind him, it being raised to the ceiling and then Ken turns around, being mocked by the fans up near the front row. Ken turned around, shouting off camera for them to go screw themselves. However, the fans were very persistent. Not giving up on the heat they were giving Mr. Anderson. Finally, Ken shook them off and began to walk to the back, soda cups and beer cups being thrown on the stage where he stood, the lone spotlight no longer showing on him as the camera fades off to black.
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It's going to be a two scene RP. This is just the first.
-prologue-
As Good as it Gets, Mr. Anderson made his impressive debut by destroying Zack Ryder and Justin Harmony. Having made enemies out of the Tyler family and Trent Acid, Mr. Anderson is getting himself in more trouble than it’s worth. The Green Bay Loud Mouth could be in over his head this week on Revolution as he faces 5-6 other men in a battle royal on the road to the TV title with a possible shot at the TV title at Wrestlepalooza… perhaps even the number one contender to gain the shot for the title legitimately. With last week having made an even bigger impact with not only an impressive outing, but, a debut win over the former ECW title number one contender Atomic and the former Legacy member Cody Rhodes, Mr. Anderson could be in trouble this week… Will Mr. Anderson turn up the trouble or will the trouble be too much for Ken Anderson to withstand. Stay tuned for Revolution to find out!
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-scene 1-
Ken was invited onto Bubba The Love Sponge‘s radio show. Being the loud man that he is, it was a good idea to accept Bubba‘s offer to be on the show. What were they going to talk about? WWE? TNA? His current run in ECW? What exactly was on the menu for today‘s show? As Ken walked into the building, he was first met by the stations‘ receptionist on the bottom floor. The lady was pretty dowdy looking. Pretty much looking like your typical secretary. The glasses, the ridiculous looking clothes. He expected better for Bubba. A sexy secretary instead of someone as ugly looking as this old broad. Falling off the ugly tree and hitting every branch on the way down wasn‘t a way to describe this lady. Once she hit the ground, she was then beaten with an ugly stick, pissed on by a dog, then, didn‘t show for at least a week. She smelt of old lady perfume. Something that you‘d find out of your grandmother‘s drawer. A potpourri kind of smell, but, definitely not pleasant to the nose. Ken’s nose crinkled as he walked up to her, placing his hand down harshly on the wooden desk. When he placed his hand on it, he thought he heard the wood begin to creak and crackle underneath the newly added weight. How old was this desk? From the 1780’s?
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=Green Bay Loud Mouth=
Mr. Anderson
My name is Ken Anderson, I’m here to see Bubba.
=I’m dowdy=
Bubba’s Assistant
Ken Anderson? Let me check to see if you have an appointment.
Was she kidding? Ken not have an appointment? He was freaking Ken Anderson! One of the hottest superstars on the planet and the secretary wasn’t sure if he had an appointment? Ken reached into his pocket, grabbing a card out of his pocket. He slammed it on the desk, making sure the ugly woman saw it in front of her. With her reading glasses, she looked down at it, picking it up with her skinny fingers and, holding her glasses on the tip of her nose, read it. She looked up at Ken, then back down at the card. Finally, she took a sigh and looked up at Ken, speaking in a scratchy kind of tone, her voice so high pitched that Ken thought only dogs and humans with sensitive enough hearing could hear her voice.
=I’m dowdy=
Bubba’s Assistant
So it seems you do have an appointment, Mr. Anderson. Bubba is on the third floor, his office is there. The room where you‘ll be doing the show is on the second floor, Bubba will more than likely take you there when you‘re ready to go. Are there any questions about what I just said before I send you on your way?
…enough was enough. Now she thinks he’s stupid? He knew what he was doing. It’s not like he didn’t know anything about the radio business!
=Green Bay Loud Mouth=
Mr. Anderson
Are you serious? You‘re asking the great Ken Anderson if he has questions before he takes that elevator up to see that fatass Bubba The Love Sponge? Are you delusional, you ugly woman? You‘ve got about five seconds to stop looking at me before I slap the taste out of your mouth, then send you to a beauty salaon to have a freaking makeover because of how ugly you look! Now, if you‘ll excuse me, I have an interview I have to do.
Ken walked away, the woman was nearly in tears at what Ken had just told her. As Ken moved to the elevator, he felt something tug on his leg. He turned to his left, looked down. A five year old kid. He bent down, squatting and stared at the kid. Waiting for the little boy to respond to his actions of bending down to see what the boy wanted. He finally got his answer, the little boy reached into his pocket, grabbed a pen and a crumpled piece of paper out of his pocket. The little boy held it up to Ken. Ken, shaking his head, took the pen from the boy, then ripped the paper out of his hands. Writing on the paper, he handed it back to the boy and shouted at him
=Green Bay Loud Mouth=
Mr. Anderson
BEAT IT!
The kid ran in terror, nearly crying himself. The elevator finally showed up. Ken walked in, hitting the button for the third floor, Ken stood and waited. Horrible elevator music playing in the background. Once the elevator came to a halt, he glared down at the bottom of the opening door. Walking out, he would reach the door where Bubba’s office was. Knocking on it, he’d hear the familiar voice of Bubba call out to him to walk in.
=The Love Sponge=
Bubba
Ken, Ken, Ken, come on in and have a seat! We’re gonna have a good show with you today, ya know that, right?
=Green Bay Loud Mouth=
Mr. Anderson
Cut the crap, Bubba. What did you ask me here for really? To chat on air about my life with WWE, TNA or ECW? Or possibly this little trouble brewing up with Trent Acid and the Tyler family? Which is it, Bubba? I‘m DYING to know.
=The Love Sponge=
Bubba
It‘s about your career up to this point. Up until this upcoming ECW:R‘s show. Before the 7 man battle royal.
Seven? Ken thought it was just six. Not like it matter, he was Ken Anderson. One of the greatest superstars on the planet and Bubba The Love Sponge was just a moron wanting to get a great interview out of him. Just like the rest of the losers who wanted to point out the obvious points in his career and the worst points. He was a heavyweight champion for NGW. And he was on his way to becoming the next Television champion. Ken smirked a little bit and shook his head.
=Green Bay Loud Mouth=
Mr. Anderson
Let me tell you something right now, Bubba, I‘m not going to sit here and talk about my career on the radio when none of those fans deserve to hear my life story. As well as you either. So, why don‘t we go get on that little ham radio of yours and get this little cockamamie interview going, huh?
Agreeing, Bubba got up and they headed towards the elevator. Going down to the second floor, they would walk into the radio studio where another DJ was playing music to end his show. He then began to play advertisements for Bubba’s show as Bubba walked in and sat down. Ken sat down at the table across from him, putting on the headset and adjusting the mic to his height so he didn’t break his back. He looked down at the spit guard and wiped it with some tissue paper. Disgusting. Whoever used this spit guard last didn’t have any decency in them whatsoever. Gross. The show started, finally.
=The Love Sponge=
Bubba
Welcome to Bubba The Love Sponge, ladies and gentlemen! Your number one radio source for professional wrestling news, results and rumors. Today I have someone joining me in the studio, he has worked with plenty of promotions around the world and is here today to talk about everything up to this po…
=Green Bay Loud Mouth=
Mr. Anderson
I‘m sorry, Bubba, I‘m going to have to stop you right there. I‘m not going to talk about what‘s up to this point. Just what‘s going on from my leave at TNA and onward. Got it? Ladies and gentlemen, if you don‘t know who I am, let ME introduce MYSELF. I hail from… Green Bay, Wisconsinnnnnnn-ah. They call me… MISTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEER…. ANDERSON!
=The Love Sponge=
Bubba
Now that that is ov…
=Green Bay Loud Mouth=
Mr. Anderson
AND-ER-SON!
=The Love Sponge=
Bubba
…once again, now that that is over. We can get on with the rest of the show. Ken, what have you been doing since you left TNA?
=Green Bay Loud Mouth=
Mr. Anderson
What have I been doing since I left TNA? Well, funny you should ask. I‘ve been working with other promotions, crap promotions that don‘t even give me a decent pay anymore. That is, until I ran into Paul Heyman. Now, he and I do not go way back. But, I found out Heyman got the rights back to ECW once WWE closed that stupid piece of crap down and restarted it. None of the originals are there, but, that‘s okay. We don‘t need those old fossils of dinosaurs anyways. We‘ve got all the talent in the world with people like me, Randy Orton, Triple H, The Miz. Then we got your morons like Trent Acid, Edge, Christian, Batista… who, I just found out quit the promotion. But, that‘s all fine and dandy with Mr. Anderson. It‘s none of my business what Roid-tista does, anyways.
=The Love Sponge=
Bubba
So, you have some kind of anger and resentment towards Batista? Is that what you‘re trying to say.
=Green Bay Loud Mouth=
Mr. Anderson
Read my lips, Bubba. I know you‘re not such a good reader since you host a daily radio show, but, try to keep up anyways; I have nothing angry or resentful towards Batista. Just that stupid Tyler family and Trent Acid. I don‘t know what you don‘t get a bout that, but, I think you need to understand that and let me get on with this interview before I reach over this table and smack the taste out of your mouth.
Ken lifted his hand up and Bubba increased the pressure on Ken. Beginning to drill him with even worse questions as the hour went on. It felt like forever to Ken and then finally, the magic question came up.
=The Love Sponge=
Bubba
Going to be honest with you Ken, I don‘t agree with what you did with Nikole Tyler. I think you came off of that as arrogant and stupefied as ever.
=Green Bay Loud Mouth=
Mr. Anderson
Bubba, you must not like the taste of your own spit. Because, it‘s about to come out of your mouth..
Ken reached over, throwing the headphones at Bubba and leaped over the desk. Pounding the head of Bubba multiple times before speaking into the microphone.
=Green Bay Loud Mouth=
Mr. Anderson
Ladies and gentlemen, Bubba The Love Sponge is over. Go on with your normal lives and stop listening to this piece of crap. Because I just canceled his radio show. Good day, everyone from MISTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEER… ANDERSON!.
-end scene 1
-Scene 2-
”AN-DER-SON!” was shouted over the arena, heavy guitar music could be heard over the loud speakers. The lights darkened and on the stage walked Ken Anderson. The lights flashed back on, a lone spotlight brightening up the figure that stood on the stage. Smirking, gum chewing, Ken would pace back and forth across the stage, smiling the entire time before he finally stopped center stage and raised his right hand into the air. Down dropped a microphone, an old style microphone used in boxing rings around the world to call out the matches and the boxers to the ring. Ken stood back up, having been slightly squatted to receive the microphone, he’d pace a bit longer before finally putting the microphone to his lips and beginning to speak.
=Green Bay Loud Mouth=
Mr. Anderson
I’d like to point out a simple fact, okay? Before I get all this trash talking going. I took out Zack Ryder and Justin Harmony for a reason. I know all the stupid and dumbfounded news sites are saying this and are saying that, but, I have my own reasons for those two in particular. Now, with that out of the way. I’d like to talk about last week if I may. Or are you fans going to try and steal my thunder before it even starts to rumble?
Booing, the fans were trying to get under Anderson’s skin. He never quite understood why they wanted to get under his skin, but, it didn’t bother him one bit.
=Green Bay Loud Mouth=
Mr. Anderson
So, last week, I took on Atomic and Cody Rhodes. Both of whom, realized they had no chance against me and decided to try and save face by leaving the match early before I took out Atomic with a Mic Check. Then Rhodes decided to try and join the part and he took the same fate. I rolled over top of both of them, winning by pinfall. Now, if you don‘t believe that, ask Atomic or Rhodes. Wait, they‘re not here! Maybe perhaps I finally got their little egos in check and they high-tailed it out of here. Maybe they finally realized that wrestling me wasn‘t a good career move. Look at me, I‘m one and oh in ECW:R, with an impressive debut by destroying two men on a pay-per-view stage! How awesome am I, right? I must be pretty awesome if I can do that without breaking a sweat. The champions must be sweating bullets right now. I mean, c‘mon, who wouldn‘t? I could take them out and end their title reigns with my pinky finger. Especially “The Pope“. …really, D‘Angelo Dinero is here? So, everyone finally is beginning to jump ship or work for other places? Haha… wow! I must say, Dinero never struck me as an extreme guy, but, then again, you all never thought you‘d see me here either, did ya?
Laughing, Ken paced a bit more over the stage. Wiping sweat from his forehead, adjusting his kneepads and elbow pads. Trying to get them to fit correctly once again. They moved often, some times because they didn’t either fit perfectly or were brand new and needed to be broken in. These needed to be broken in. Except for the elbow pads, he ordered the wrong size there. Ken looked up at the crowd, they were still laughing a little bit, some were quite serious. Almost sounds dead.
=Green Bay Loud Mouth=
Mr. Anderson
I‘m sorry, I thought this was a wrestling show and I was the performer and you were the crowd. Isn‘t this how this little give and take game works? I give, you take, you give, I take? I‘m pretty sure that‘s how fan to talent interaction works. I say something that makes you boo or cheer or laugh or whatever the desire reaction is and you comply with the reaction needed like the good little puppets you fans are SUPPOSED to be. But, since none of you want to give up what I‘m putting down here tonight, I guess you all can just shut up and listen to what I have to say about my opponents tonight.
Ken cleared his throat, stopping back on the center of the stage before looking up at the ceiling and placing the microphone at his side, the crowd finally started reacting. Booing what he had said to them. Ken didn’t give a hoot. He couldn’t freaking care about what the fans thought about him. Right now, he just wanted to get what was on his chest about his opponents… well, off of his chest!
=Green Bay Loud Mouth=
Mr. Anderson
Let‘s start off with Daniel Tyler. Daniel, I‘m sorry your stupid sister had to cross paths with me, perhaps I should‘ve taken her out for a nice dinner and a romantic cruise or something. …haha, yeah right! Your little gothic sister doesn‘t deserve that kind of treatment and quite frankly mister Tyler, neither do you. I‘m not going to be very kind to you in that right and I hope you get destroyed. I‘m not going to let some two bit idiot stand between me and what is rightfully mine. That TV title that Dinero or Ryder will be holding after tonight. So, Daniel, just stay out of my way or suffer the consequences. Got it?
Ken laughed and looked around, the crowd booing Ken for what he had said about Daniel Tyler, Tyler, apparently being a favorite in ECW:R. Ken, scoffing, picked the microphone back up and just laughed into it.
=Green Bay Loud Mouth=
Mr. Anderson
Awww, how cute. A bunch of followers, sheep. I can‘t wait for your guys‘ balls to drop and you women to grow breasts, it‘s going to be a good day to know that the ECW fans are no longer pussies! Angelo Cane, now, this man is a former TV champion in his own right. But, that doesn’t matter to me. I’m going to make sure he suffers the same fate as Mister Tyler, by being eliminated over that top rope. Hitting the floor and having to walk to the back with a wave from me… Hahahahahahaha!
Ken smirked once again. Checking himself for bleeding from his sides because of how hard he was laughing. The crowd wasn’t too pleased, booing him at every word he had spoken about Angelo Cane. Anderson loved it. He reveled in it. Bathing in the booing as if it was his bath water. He put his hand to his ear and listened to it with a pleasant smirk on his face before continuing onward.
=Green Bay Loud Mouth=
Mr. Anderson
The King of Kings is in this? More like the King of Losers. Triple H is nothing but a smart man, don‘t get me wrong. He‘s banging Vince McMahon‘s daughter, which means, Heyman, you better watch out, because you might walk into your office one day, Stephanie and Trips might be on the desk, naked as jaybirds and doing the tango on your desk in full view. Might I suggest installing video cameras to make sure it doesn‘t happen? Or better yet, more security guards outside of your office, even when you‘re not there? Triple H, enjoy the road down to failure, my friend. Because that‘s all I foresee for you tonight.
Pacing once again, he tried to think of what to say for the next participant. He couldn’t draw blanks not now. The crowd was absolutely hating what he was putting out. Which means he was doing his job right and getting the reaction needed. Good, that was something he wanted. Now, Ken had a few choices to make. Only three people left, might as well get them over with.
=Green Bay Loud Mouth=
Mr. Anderson
Who is this rookie? Joey Storm? What has he done that he deserves to get into the ring with me? Win a dark match? Pffffft. I took out men to debut, I destroyed a former number one contender and took out another member of the roster in the process. What makes this little rookie think he stands against against… me? Truth of the fact is folks, he doesn‘t. He can stand in the middle of that ring all he wants and claim he can beat all of us, but, the reality is, he can‘t. He won‘t beat seasoned vets like me, Triple H, Daniel, Jeff or anyone else that‘s not him. Sorry, but, your win last week Storm was a fluke. A simple fluke, nothing that could even compare to what the rest of us have done in that ring, I‘m sorry, but, you‘re wasting your time!
Stopping himself from flipping off this woman in the crowd because of what he was shouting at him, he decided to play it off and let it look like he didn’t hear it. Truth is, he heard it and it was funny that she believed Ken. Truth was, Ken doubted himself a bit in the ring. He shook his head and began to speak into the microphone once again.
=Green Bay Loud Mouth=
Mr. Anderson
Now we go to the second loudest mouth in ECW… The Miz… this guy claims he‘s awesome? Miz, I just got one thing to tell you, okay? You are sooooooo… NOT awesome. You see Miz, I was awesome before you even claimed you were awesome. I had it all before you did, I paved the way for you to become “awesome“. So, with all due respect Miz, kindly stop stealing my little awesome bit. It was written for me by the hand of God and only me. So, move aside and let the real AWESOME one reclaim what was his. Okay? Thanks!
The final man… Oh man, was this going to be a field day! And what a field day it was. He had a lot of words for this man. A lot of words indeed. Some back story, some not so much. Some trash talking, he had it all. And it was going to be a pleasure to destroy this man verbally, as well as in the ring later tonight.
=Green Bay Loud Mouth=
Mr. Anderson
And now… we end up on the last man of the night. That high flying risk taker and all around drug addict, Jeff Hardy. Jeff, you tried going through TNA once again and you ended up back here… How in the world did you manage to do that, amigo? I‘m still not seeing the connection. I mean, how in WWE did you get a world title shot and win but yet, when I was finally getting my push, I was fired? And you had two strikes against you already for failing the drug testing! How, how did you get those shots, Jeff? You must‘ve been under creative’ desk, more importantly, Stephanie McMahon. Who I hear is in ECW as well. So, I‘ll let Beth, your girlfriend, know about your little affairs with Miss Helmsley. Keep the drugs away from this man, ladies and gentlemen, if you‘re an addict like this man is, you won‘t have them for very long because he‘ll snort up your coke faster than you can say Jeff Hardy. Not to mention make ten pounds of meth for you then get his own home blown up and your animals killed. So, keep away from this man at all costs. Why isn‘t security checking on this man? Isn‘t he in some sort of violation because he has court soon or something? Man, Heyman, you didn‘t do your background checks very well and it shows. Kudos. So… without further ado… I‘m going to give you all a spoiler tonight… THE WINNER OF THE MATCH BY ELIMINATING EVERY FREAKING PERSON IN THE RING… MISTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEER… ANDERSON!
A few seconds pass… and he finishes his promo.
=Green Bay Loud Mouth=
Mr. Anderson
AN-DER-SON…!
His music plays through-out the arena and he throws the microphone behind him, it being raised to the ceiling and then Ken turns around, being mocked by the fans up near the front row. Ken turned around, shouting off camera for them to go screw themselves. However, the fans were very persistent. Not giving up on the heat they were giving Mr. Anderson. Finally, Ken shook them off and began to walk to the back, soda cups and beer cups being thrown on the stage where he stood, the lone spotlight no longer showing on him as the camera fades off to black.
-End scene 2 and RP-
It's going to be a two scene RP. This is just the first.