OTCS
Apr 15, 2017 13:51:38 GMT -5
Post by The Mason on Apr 15, 2017 13:51:38 GMT -5
Our cameras fade into the all-familiar Frontier Grappling Arts logo. Almost as quickly as the images appear on the screen, it’s taken away, leaving us with a clear image of interviewer Spencer Burke, sat before a black screen. Spencer looks ahead at somebody seated ahead of him, though this person isn’t yet visible to the camera.
Spencer Burke: Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for joining me here at this time… where I’d like to introduce our guest during a special, exclusive Access.Net interview. I’d like to introduce a man that’s traveled the world over and has been widely recognized as one of the greatest in-ring performers to never hold a World Championship… though that could all change, starting with tonight’s Gold Rush Rumble. At this time, I’d like to introduce “The Chief”, Evan Envi.
We switch to a second camera that shows both men. Evan leans back in his chair, arms folded, glaring at Spencer.
Spencer Burke: Evan, tonight, you are looking to make your way toward the FGA Undisputed Championship at the expense of twenty-nine other--
Evan Envi: It’s Saturday.
Spencer pauses, looking toward the camera awkwardly before back at Evan.
Spencer Burke: Yes…
Evan Envi: I thought we were boys. You had Cordy out here two days ago, but I have to wait til like the day of. What kinda sexist, backwards operation are you running?
Spencer Burke: I’m not running any opera--
Evan Envi: Shut up. Probably about to adjust your mouth to say somethin’ RUDE to the Chief, like, ’o-ho, if you wanted an interview two days ago maybe you should’ve won a World Championship’ because you’re rude.
Spencer Burke: I--
Evan Envi: I KNOWWW, SPENCER, I SHOULD ALREADY HAVE IT AROUND MY WAIST, BUT I DO NOT, SO HERE WE ARE, DANGIT.
Evan lowers his head, breathing heavily, one hand over his face, the other holding a palm out, shooing away the camera. Slowly, the camera pans in so only Spencer is visible. Spencer calmly turns away from Evan, flashing a smile at the camera.
Spencer Burke: We’ll be back after a brief word from uh… heh…
The nervous smile continues for several seconds until we cut to black.
We return from the brief ad with Evan Envi apparently in a calmer state. We fade in, showing both men before a single camera cuts to Spencer Burke.
Spencer Burke: We’re back after some brief technical difficulties, and now that we’re up and running, Evan, I have to ask-- going into this Rumble, you have a lot of people that quite frankly just don’t want to see you win. We have Chris Madison, your old nemesis, the current Pride Champion Molly Reid, and of course, people like Brian Stryker and Noelle Smith. Doesn’t it make you nervous at all, knowing that you’ve made so many enemies?
Evan shrugs.
Evan Envi: I’m not the only one in this match that has bad blood with somebody. Sure, I might have to watch my back, especially against Noelle with her petty #AnyoneButEvan shtick but to the disappointment of at least twenty-nine other people, I’m not going over those ropes. I’m not hitting the ground. I’m not leaving without winning the whole Gold Rush Rumble, Spence. It’s a unique match and I’ve never been a part of it, but I’m not gonna psych myself out beforehand. I know what kind of people I’m gonna be in the ring with. I know what most of them think about me. Can’t change it. Each and every one of them’s gettin a throat punch on the way to the floor though.
Spencer nods, shuffling some cards in his hands before looking back up at Evan.
Spencer Burke: Reasonably, a lot of people are expecting to see Camp Envi working as a unit during the Rumble, but do you think your teammates Sadie San Francisco and NEON might be less effective, considering they’ll be competing against Brian Stryker and Noelle Smith in a tag team match earlier in the night?
Evan scoffs.
Evan Envi: If that was a problem, Camp Envi would’ve never agreed to the tag match in the first place. If Noelle and Stryker want to be embarrassed twice in one night, then fine. We’ll oblige. Like… there are gonna be folk that might try to take advantage of Camp Envi, and Madison, and Molly Reid, and anybody else they might think is gassed, but I’m pretty sure there’s gonna be a chip on the shoulder of everyone that’s coming through those curtains for the second time. Some are gonna be riding momentum-- some are gonna be ticked off because of how their first match went, and those are the ones the Chief is looking out for, because that’s like going up against a cornered, wounded animal. They’re at their most dangerous. They’ve got the least to lose.
Evan looks directly at the camera, raising a fist a little, just barely bringing it into frame.
Evan Envi: But. On that note. There’s nothing more humbling than a throat punch.
We pan out again, showing both Spencer and Envi.
Spencer Burke: The tension between your teammates-- longtime friend Sadie San Francisco, and your significant other, NEON-- has been noted for several weeks. Does it shake your confidence in the Camp moving forward, not only as far as the Rumble, but the opening tag bout?
Evan wears a thoughtful expression for a few minutes before a small sigh.
Evan Envi: I've worked with a lot of different personalities throughout my career. And… like… look, I get it; egos are gonna run wild in this business but it’s not something we can’t work past, especially us… especially Camp Envi.
There is a slight pause as Evan’s words seemingly hang there for a bit.
Evan Envi: And I think everyone in my team knows that this is a HUGELY inappropriate time to get caught in our feelings.
Spencer Burke: Do you expect them to assist you on the road to victory?
Evan Envi: What’s that tone for, Spencer?
Spencer Burke: It was just a follow-up question.
Envi looks visibly annoyed at his “boy”, giving Spencer another glare, shaking his head slowly.
Evan Envi: When we’re in the Rumble together, we’re gonna work together for as long as it makes sense to do that. We’re a team and that’s what a team does. But when I win the whole thing, it’ll be by myself, Spence. We’re all adults here. We all get that. Only one of us can take that number one contenders’ spot.
Still annoyed, Envi speaks up again.
Evan Envi: I'm offended that you asked me that, takin that pitch with me, too.
Spencer Burke: Hm. I apologize.
Evan Envi: You should. I mean, I don't hear you asking Johnny Karma if Cherry’s gonna be poking around at ringside, helping lead HIM to victory like HE needs it, do I?
Spencer Burke: I guess not. But in my defense--
Evan Envi: The new tag champs, the Elysians-- I see them in this. Did you ask THEM if they're gonna aid each other to victory? You think Elon or Emery can do this on their own? Huh? Did you ask the BFFs, Daniel Widdel and Stunray this crap?!
Spencer Burke: That’s not the best examp--
Evan Envi: Shut up. Stryker and Noelle are in this, just hours after teaming together, but you probably didn't pull either one of them aside and ask a DANG THING about how THEY’RE gonna make it to the end of the Rumble. And you know neither one of them is gonna go all the way! You think we’re gonna see Stryker versus Cordelia or Noelle versus Izzy for the title? Spencer, no, because that's ludicrous. It's fantasy. It’s…
Evan looks visibly agitated, the longer he discusses the pair.
Evan Envi: It’s improbable to even consider that people like that have a chance. Brian Stryker is a lifetime wrestling fan that's out of his depth and has HISTORICALLY always been out of his depth. And Noelle… is a groupie, sniffing around anyone with a following, sucking alllllll the way up, eager to get just a drop of whatever it is they have that makes them special. She just wants to be in the PRESENCE of somebody's ‘IT’ factor because she doesn't have one herself. She comes out to the ring like a freaking idiot, plastic smile, dead behind the eyes, bouncing around to a Destiny’s Child song she selected from her iPod Shuffle about six seconds before she walked through the curtain. She even made me this shirt for free, because of course she did.
Evan, with a grimace, holds up the obnoxious, white #AnyoneButEvan shirt. The camera begins to zoom in on it, but Evan pulls it away, giving the camera guy a look of disapproval. He turns back to Spencer, arching a brow.
Evan Envi: This is the work of a groupie, man, and there’s no room in the main event for groupies.
Spencer Burke: So, with that stated, who is there room for in Evan Envi’s main event?
Evan Envi: Like-- who do I see potentially winning the Gold Rush Rumble?
Spencer Burke: Exactly.
Evan Envi: Wha- ME, yo, stop asking stupid questions.
Evan smirks softly after the comment, silently acknowledging that the answer, at least the apparent spite behind it, was in jest.
Evan Envi: It would be stupid for me to not put Dom on this list for a record third victory. He knows how to win this match and he knows how to shoulder what comes after it. He's already made remarks about throwing me out and costing me my opportunity, so as you can imagine, getting Dom out of there is near the top of my list. For my own sake. Who else, hmmm… Chandler Scott is an obvious pick, as annoying as that is. He’s GOT to wanna get his hands on Cordelia. He probably has it in his mind that he's destined to win this, y’know? Everyone else adopted that mentality. So many people in that arena are blindly cheering for dude because his success is just EXPECTED now. And that kind of confidence, on top of raw talent, on top of flat-out hunger… I’d be shocked if he wasn’t one of the last dudes in there.
Evan sighs a bit, thinking further.
Evan Envi: I think Savannah Taylor has put herself in position to surprise a lot of people. Not me, of course, because I’ve been smart, steady watching her progress. And yeah, I’m still miffed that she stunk up my chance to face Cordelia in the Beat the Clock challenge, but it was eye-opening. Savannah TOOK a championship opportunity away from me. So I know what she's capable of. I hate what she's capable of.
A pause. A smirk.
Evan Envi: So I’ll make her feel the same way about me while she's looking up, all the way from the floor.
Spencer Burke: Bold claim.
Evan Envi: One that I can back up, though. And I get that the odds favor no one specific person in a match like this, so any schmuck could theoretically win if the stars align. Chris Bond or friggin’ Mistress Ai could be on their way to an Undisputed Championship and that’s a maaad unsettling reality, but it’s true. It’s up to strong, inspirational athletes like myself to make sure tonight’s event lives up to its own name, Spence! I couldn’t end world hunger. I couldn’t end poverty in our nation. I couldn’t stop Molly Reid from INJECTING THE PRIDE CHAMPIONSHIP WITH A LETHAL DOSE OF POISON but I can make it alllllll right now.
Evan closes his eyes.
Evan Envi: I can already hear angels singing yo.
Evan clears his throat, rising from his seat, placing a hand to his heart.
Spencer Burke: You don’t have to demonstr--
Evan Envi: Singin’ the lord’s hymns and et cetera like… HAAAAAALEEELUUU-
Evan takes a bow. Spencer looks completely exasperated after the ordeal.
Evan Envi: Voice of an angel yo. You got all that, right?
Evan points to the cameraman… who nods up and down along with the camera. Evan smirks, turning to readjust himself in his chair. Spencer mouths “did we get that?” to the cameraman… who quickly shakes his head before Evan has the chance to see. Spencer breathes a sigh of relief, readjusting his notecards before turning to Evan.
Spencer Burke: Before we wrap up, one final question, Chief…
Evan nods, unscrewing the cap from a bottle of water.
Evan Envi: Hit me.
Spencer Burke: Say you do everything you just stated you’d do. Say you emerge victorious in tonight’s Gold Rush Rumble and only you survive. Cordy Stevenson versus Izzy Anders… who walks out with Undisputed gold and defends against the Chief at All-Star Showdown VI?
Evan takes a sip from his water and re-caps it, giving Spencer an amused look.
Evan Envi: The Earth will split open and swallow both of them before we see a result. So Cordelia would probably retain by default. But the only winner is my tag team partner, Mother Nature.
Envi takes the cap off again and resumes drinking his water. Spencer looks blankly at him before our stock music hits the airwaves again and Spencer flashes a smile at the camera.
Spencer Burke: That’s all the time we have this afternoon! Be sure to tune in tonight for the most unpredictable night of the calendar year. Catch Cordy Stevenson taking on Izzy Anders to defend her FGA Undisputed Championship and, of course, the Gold Rush Rumble featuring thirty of this sport’s premier talents. For Evan Envi, I’m Spencer Burke and we’ll see you tonight at--
Evan Envi: --Only the Chief Survives.
Evan flashes a hard wink at the camera while Spencer shakes his head a bit. We fade to black.
Spencer Burke: Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for joining me here at this time… where I’d like to introduce our guest during a special, exclusive Access.Net interview. I’d like to introduce a man that’s traveled the world over and has been widely recognized as one of the greatest in-ring performers to never hold a World Championship… though that could all change, starting with tonight’s Gold Rush Rumble. At this time, I’d like to introduce “The Chief”, Evan Envi.
We switch to a second camera that shows both men. Evan leans back in his chair, arms folded, glaring at Spencer.
Spencer Burke: Evan, tonight, you are looking to make your way toward the FGA Undisputed Championship at the expense of twenty-nine other--
Evan Envi: It’s Saturday.
Spencer pauses, looking toward the camera awkwardly before back at Evan.
Spencer Burke: Yes…
Evan Envi: I thought we were boys. You had Cordy out here two days ago, but I have to wait til like the day of. What kinda sexist, backwards operation are you running?
Spencer Burke: I’m not running any opera--
Evan Envi: Shut up. Probably about to adjust your mouth to say somethin’ RUDE to the Chief, like, ’o-ho, if you wanted an interview two days ago maybe you should’ve won a World Championship’ because you’re rude.
Spencer Burke: I--
Evan Envi: I KNOWWW, SPENCER, I SHOULD ALREADY HAVE IT AROUND MY WAIST, BUT I DO NOT, SO HERE WE ARE, DANGIT.
Evan lowers his head, breathing heavily, one hand over his face, the other holding a palm out, shooing away the camera. Slowly, the camera pans in so only Spencer is visible. Spencer calmly turns away from Evan, flashing a smile at the camera.
Spencer Burke: We’ll be back after a brief word from uh… heh…
The nervous smile continues for several seconds until we cut to black.
We return from the brief ad with Evan Envi apparently in a calmer state. We fade in, showing both men before a single camera cuts to Spencer Burke.
Spencer Burke: We’re back after some brief technical difficulties, and now that we’re up and running, Evan, I have to ask-- going into this Rumble, you have a lot of people that quite frankly just don’t want to see you win. We have Chris Madison, your old nemesis, the current Pride Champion Molly Reid, and of course, people like Brian Stryker and Noelle Smith. Doesn’t it make you nervous at all, knowing that you’ve made so many enemies?
Evan shrugs.
Evan Envi: I’m not the only one in this match that has bad blood with somebody. Sure, I might have to watch my back, especially against Noelle with her petty #AnyoneButEvan shtick but to the disappointment of at least twenty-nine other people, I’m not going over those ropes. I’m not hitting the ground. I’m not leaving without winning the whole Gold Rush Rumble, Spence. It’s a unique match and I’ve never been a part of it, but I’m not gonna psych myself out beforehand. I know what kind of people I’m gonna be in the ring with. I know what most of them think about me. Can’t change it. Each and every one of them’s gettin a throat punch on the way to the floor though.
Spencer nods, shuffling some cards in his hands before looking back up at Evan.
Spencer Burke: Reasonably, a lot of people are expecting to see Camp Envi working as a unit during the Rumble, but do you think your teammates Sadie San Francisco and NEON might be less effective, considering they’ll be competing against Brian Stryker and Noelle Smith in a tag team match earlier in the night?
Evan scoffs.
Evan Envi: If that was a problem, Camp Envi would’ve never agreed to the tag match in the first place. If Noelle and Stryker want to be embarrassed twice in one night, then fine. We’ll oblige. Like… there are gonna be folk that might try to take advantage of Camp Envi, and Madison, and Molly Reid, and anybody else they might think is gassed, but I’m pretty sure there’s gonna be a chip on the shoulder of everyone that’s coming through those curtains for the second time. Some are gonna be riding momentum-- some are gonna be ticked off because of how their first match went, and those are the ones the Chief is looking out for, because that’s like going up against a cornered, wounded animal. They’re at their most dangerous. They’ve got the least to lose.
Evan looks directly at the camera, raising a fist a little, just barely bringing it into frame.
Evan Envi: But. On that note. There’s nothing more humbling than a throat punch.
We pan out again, showing both Spencer and Envi.
Spencer Burke: The tension between your teammates-- longtime friend Sadie San Francisco, and your significant other, NEON-- has been noted for several weeks. Does it shake your confidence in the Camp moving forward, not only as far as the Rumble, but the opening tag bout?
Evan wears a thoughtful expression for a few minutes before a small sigh.
Evan Envi: I've worked with a lot of different personalities throughout my career. And… like… look, I get it; egos are gonna run wild in this business but it’s not something we can’t work past, especially us… especially Camp Envi.
There is a slight pause as Evan’s words seemingly hang there for a bit.
Evan Envi: And I think everyone in my team knows that this is a HUGELY inappropriate time to get caught in our feelings.
Spencer Burke: Do you expect them to assist you on the road to victory?
Evan Envi: What’s that tone for, Spencer?
Spencer Burke: It was just a follow-up question.
Envi looks visibly annoyed at his “boy”, giving Spencer another glare, shaking his head slowly.
Evan Envi: When we’re in the Rumble together, we’re gonna work together for as long as it makes sense to do that. We’re a team and that’s what a team does. But when I win the whole thing, it’ll be by myself, Spence. We’re all adults here. We all get that. Only one of us can take that number one contenders’ spot.
Still annoyed, Envi speaks up again.
Evan Envi: I'm offended that you asked me that, takin that pitch with me, too.
Spencer Burke: Hm. I apologize.
Evan Envi: You should. I mean, I don't hear you asking Johnny Karma if Cherry’s gonna be poking around at ringside, helping lead HIM to victory like HE needs it, do I?
Spencer Burke: I guess not. But in my defense--
Evan Envi: The new tag champs, the Elysians-- I see them in this. Did you ask THEM if they're gonna aid each other to victory? You think Elon or Emery can do this on their own? Huh? Did you ask the BFFs, Daniel Widdel and Stunray this crap?!
Spencer Burke: That’s not the best examp--
Evan Envi: Shut up. Stryker and Noelle are in this, just hours after teaming together, but you probably didn't pull either one of them aside and ask a DANG THING about how THEY’RE gonna make it to the end of the Rumble. And you know neither one of them is gonna go all the way! You think we’re gonna see Stryker versus Cordelia or Noelle versus Izzy for the title? Spencer, no, because that's ludicrous. It's fantasy. It’s…
Evan looks visibly agitated, the longer he discusses the pair.
Evan Envi: It’s improbable to even consider that people like that have a chance. Brian Stryker is a lifetime wrestling fan that's out of his depth and has HISTORICALLY always been out of his depth. And Noelle… is a groupie, sniffing around anyone with a following, sucking alllllll the way up, eager to get just a drop of whatever it is they have that makes them special. She just wants to be in the PRESENCE of somebody's ‘IT’ factor because she doesn't have one herself. She comes out to the ring like a freaking idiot, plastic smile, dead behind the eyes, bouncing around to a Destiny’s Child song she selected from her iPod Shuffle about six seconds before she walked through the curtain. She even made me this shirt for free, because of course she did.
Evan, with a grimace, holds up the obnoxious, white #AnyoneButEvan shirt. The camera begins to zoom in on it, but Evan pulls it away, giving the camera guy a look of disapproval. He turns back to Spencer, arching a brow.
Evan Envi: This is the work of a groupie, man, and there’s no room in the main event for groupies.
Spencer Burke: So, with that stated, who is there room for in Evan Envi’s main event?
Evan Envi: Like-- who do I see potentially winning the Gold Rush Rumble?
Spencer Burke: Exactly.
Evan Envi: Wha- ME, yo, stop asking stupid questions.
Evan smirks softly after the comment, silently acknowledging that the answer, at least the apparent spite behind it, was in jest.
Evan Envi: It would be stupid for me to not put Dom on this list for a record third victory. He knows how to win this match and he knows how to shoulder what comes after it. He's already made remarks about throwing me out and costing me my opportunity, so as you can imagine, getting Dom out of there is near the top of my list. For my own sake. Who else, hmmm… Chandler Scott is an obvious pick, as annoying as that is. He’s GOT to wanna get his hands on Cordelia. He probably has it in his mind that he's destined to win this, y’know? Everyone else adopted that mentality. So many people in that arena are blindly cheering for dude because his success is just EXPECTED now. And that kind of confidence, on top of raw talent, on top of flat-out hunger… I’d be shocked if he wasn’t one of the last dudes in there.
Evan sighs a bit, thinking further.
Evan Envi: I think Savannah Taylor has put herself in position to surprise a lot of people. Not me, of course, because I’ve been smart, steady watching her progress. And yeah, I’m still miffed that she stunk up my chance to face Cordelia in the Beat the Clock challenge, but it was eye-opening. Savannah TOOK a championship opportunity away from me. So I know what she's capable of. I hate what she's capable of.
A pause. A smirk.
Evan Envi: So I’ll make her feel the same way about me while she's looking up, all the way from the floor.
Spencer Burke: Bold claim.
Evan Envi: One that I can back up, though. And I get that the odds favor no one specific person in a match like this, so any schmuck could theoretically win if the stars align. Chris Bond or friggin’ Mistress Ai could be on their way to an Undisputed Championship and that’s a maaad unsettling reality, but it’s true. It’s up to strong, inspirational athletes like myself to make sure tonight’s event lives up to its own name, Spence! I couldn’t end world hunger. I couldn’t end poverty in our nation. I couldn’t stop Molly Reid from INJECTING THE PRIDE CHAMPIONSHIP WITH A LETHAL DOSE OF POISON but I can make it alllllll right now.
Evan closes his eyes.
Evan Envi: I can already hear angels singing yo.
Evan clears his throat, rising from his seat, placing a hand to his heart.
Spencer Burke: You don’t have to demonstr--
Evan Envi: Singin’ the lord’s hymns and et cetera like… HAAAAAALEEELUUU-
Evan takes a bow. Spencer looks completely exasperated after the ordeal.
Evan Envi: Voice of an angel yo. You got all that, right?
Evan points to the cameraman… who nods up and down along with the camera. Evan smirks, turning to readjust himself in his chair. Spencer mouths “did we get that?” to the cameraman… who quickly shakes his head before Evan has the chance to see. Spencer breathes a sigh of relief, readjusting his notecards before turning to Evan.
Spencer Burke: Before we wrap up, one final question, Chief…
Evan nods, unscrewing the cap from a bottle of water.
Evan Envi: Hit me.
Spencer Burke: Say you do everything you just stated you’d do. Say you emerge victorious in tonight’s Gold Rush Rumble and only you survive. Cordy Stevenson versus Izzy Anders… who walks out with Undisputed gold and defends against the Chief at All-Star Showdown VI?
Evan takes a sip from his water and re-caps it, giving Spencer an amused look.
Evan Envi: The Earth will split open and swallow both of them before we see a result. So Cordelia would probably retain by default. But the only winner is my tag team partner, Mother Nature.
Envi takes the cap off again and resumes drinking his water. Spencer looks blankly at him before our stock music hits the airwaves again and Spencer flashes a smile at the camera.
Spencer Burke: That’s all the time we have this afternoon! Be sure to tune in tonight for the most unpredictable night of the calendar year. Catch Cordy Stevenson taking on Izzy Anders to defend her FGA Undisputed Championship and, of course, the Gold Rush Rumble featuring thirty of this sport’s premier talents. For Evan Envi, I’m Spencer Burke and we’ll see you tonight at--
Evan Envi: --Only the Chief Survives.
Evan flashes a hard wink at the camera while Spencer shakes his head a bit. We fade to black.