Post by Duke Wallace on Jun 26, 2010 20:50:32 GMT -6
**"The Supremacist" Duke Wallace is in the hotel restaurant in Ottawa, Ontario the night before Saturday Night Fever. He's sipping on a fruit smoothie and studying his own biceps as a crowd of eager fans seeking autographs gather around him. Duke has a cocky look on his face as he tells a story to the crowd. **
DUKE: So there I was, the underdog of the match, the one nobody thought had a chance, and I was going to toe to with Larsen Van Der Kamp and Ian De Tornado.
FAN #1: This was last week?
DUKE: Yes.
FAN #2: When you lost.
DUKE: Allegedly.
FAN #2: Allegedly lost.
DUKE: What difference does it make?
FAN #3: Did you win or lose?
DUKE: Wins and losses are a thing of the past. We're under a new rule structure these days.
FAN #1: When did that happen?
DUKE: During the last off season.
FAN #2: SWA doesn't have an off season.
DUKE: Look, who's telling the story here, me or you? Huh? What's that? Didn't think so. By process of elimination it must be me. I continue. You see, I was moments away from the match, and just about to face my greatest challenge.
**We flashback to the backstage area of the arena in Regina, Saskatchewan. As Ian De Tornado and Larsen Van Der Kamp's music play, he waits patiently looking as confident as ever. Suddenly a masked man stands directly behind him. It's a Ninja...... with a machine gun..... and an army of Foot Soldiers behind him.......... being lead by a guy dressed in a Riddler costume.**
RIDDLER: So we meet again, Supremacist.
DUKE: Is this your newest assassin? A Ninja with a machine gun? You'll have to do better than that.
**Duke locks up with the Ninja who quickly slips out of his grapple. The Ninja flips over Duke's head and lands behind him. The Ninja delivers some quick crescent kicks to Duke's body before jumping up in the rafters. Duke Wallace turns around and doesn't find the Ninja. He looks from left to right and still can't find him. The Ninja tosses something which comes within inches of hitting Duke in the head. It's a flying Ninja star. Duke starts dodging several more Ninja stars. As the Ninja swings from rafter to rafter, he thrusts more and more Ninja stars. Duke manages to catch the final 2 Ninja stars in his hands. He throws them back up and they hit the Ninja in the chest. The Ninja grunts and falls from the rafters.**
RIDDLER: Hahahahahaha! Impressive. But riddle me this, Supremacist? What has 12 bodies and 24 fists? The answer is............ an army of Foot Soldiers!
**The Foot Soldiers attack. Duke fights them off one at a time before slowly wearing down. The Foopt Soldiers pile on top of Duke and start pummeling him. He's now down and beaten badly. The Riddler laughs maniacally as his army gains the upper hand. There's a rumble from beaneth the pile of attacking Foot Soldiers. Soon enough they start to tremble. A look of shock crosses The Riddler's face as Duke Wallace manages to throw every single one of the Foot Soldiers off as he rises like a true hero from the ground. Foot Soldiers go flying. The few who still stand try to attack Duke again, but he starts delivering a series of vicious chop to their throats called the Dim Mak, otherwise known as the Touch of Death. He takes the army of Foot Soldiers out with ease. As they all lay on the floor unconscious, Duke Wallace's music "What We Need Is a Hero" plays inside the arena.**
RIDDLER: You win this round, Supremacist, but we will meet again!
**The Riddler tosses a smoke bomb to the ground. Duke tries to lunge for him, but he has mysteriously disappeared in the fog. Duke stands up, cracks his neck, wipes the dirt off and enters the ring. The flashback ends and Duke is back in the restaurant surrounded by all the fans.**
DUKE: So even after going through a Ninja assassin and an army of Foot Soldiers, I still succeeded in walking out to the ring and facing Larsen Van Der Kamp and Ian De Tornado.
**The fans are silent and in disbelief.**
FAN #1: You mean losing to Van Der Kamp and Ian De Tornado.
DUKE: I told you before, the rule structure has changed.
FAN #2: Right, how could we forget. I just have a few dozens questions. For one thing, why would a Ninja with a machine gun only throw Ninja stars? Why wouldn't he just use the machine gun?
DUKE: He did. Shot at me from the rafters........ and.............. it was a bullet I caught. One in each hand.
FAN #2: But you didn't say that.
DUKE: But I meant to.
FAN #2: But you didn't.
FAN #3: Guys lets get out of here. I told you this Wallace guy was a chump. We'd be better off begging for Roko's autograph. Or even better, that Danny O'Callahan dude.
DUKE: Danny O'Callahan? The Drunken Irish or whatever you call him? He couldn't take on an army of middle class housewives at a Wal Mart bargain sale, let alone an army of Foot Soldiers AND a Ninja assassin. As if SWA didn't have enough worthhless street thugs as it is. We have the Filipino thug, the South Africa thug, the pop singer thug. Now we have to deal with the drunken pasty irishmen. This street fight will in both of our elements. O'Callahan and I both grew up on the mean streets. Tomorrow night one of us will prove themselves the real deal and the other will show the world what a sad drunken pasty irish chump he really is. You guys hear what I'm saying?
**The last fan rolls his eyes and walks away from Duke. He pretendsd this doesn't bother him. He gets up from his table, walks over to the bar, and starts up a conversation with a group of people.**
DUKE: Have you ever heard the story about how I defeated a Ninja assassin and an army of drunken irishmen? It all started backstage.
DUKE: So there I was, the underdog of the match, the one nobody thought had a chance, and I was going to toe to with Larsen Van Der Kamp and Ian De Tornado.
FAN #1: This was last week?
DUKE: Yes.
FAN #2: When you lost.
DUKE: Allegedly.
FAN #2: Allegedly lost.
DUKE: What difference does it make?
FAN #3: Did you win or lose?
DUKE: Wins and losses are a thing of the past. We're under a new rule structure these days.
FAN #1: When did that happen?
DUKE: During the last off season.
FAN #2: SWA doesn't have an off season.
DUKE: Look, who's telling the story here, me or you? Huh? What's that? Didn't think so. By process of elimination it must be me. I continue. You see, I was moments away from the match, and just about to face my greatest challenge.
**We flashback to the backstage area of the arena in Regina, Saskatchewan. As Ian De Tornado and Larsen Van Der Kamp's music play, he waits patiently looking as confident as ever. Suddenly a masked man stands directly behind him. It's a Ninja...... with a machine gun..... and an army of Foot Soldiers behind him.......... being lead by a guy dressed in a Riddler costume.**
RIDDLER: So we meet again, Supremacist.
DUKE: Is this your newest assassin? A Ninja with a machine gun? You'll have to do better than that.
**Duke locks up with the Ninja who quickly slips out of his grapple. The Ninja flips over Duke's head and lands behind him. The Ninja delivers some quick crescent kicks to Duke's body before jumping up in the rafters. Duke Wallace turns around and doesn't find the Ninja. He looks from left to right and still can't find him. The Ninja tosses something which comes within inches of hitting Duke in the head. It's a flying Ninja star. Duke starts dodging several more Ninja stars. As the Ninja swings from rafter to rafter, he thrusts more and more Ninja stars. Duke manages to catch the final 2 Ninja stars in his hands. He throws them back up and they hit the Ninja in the chest. The Ninja grunts and falls from the rafters.**
RIDDLER: Hahahahahaha! Impressive. But riddle me this, Supremacist? What has 12 bodies and 24 fists? The answer is............ an army of Foot Soldiers!
**The Foot Soldiers attack. Duke fights them off one at a time before slowly wearing down. The Foopt Soldiers pile on top of Duke and start pummeling him. He's now down and beaten badly. The Riddler laughs maniacally as his army gains the upper hand. There's a rumble from beaneth the pile of attacking Foot Soldiers. Soon enough they start to tremble. A look of shock crosses The Riddler's face as Duke Wallace manages to throw every single one of the Foot Soldiers off as he rises like a true hero from the ground. Foot Soldiers go flying. The few who still stand try to attack Duke again, but he starts delivering a series of vicious chop to their throats called the Dim Mak, otherwise known as the Touch of Death. He takes the army of Foot Soldiers out with ease. As they all lay on the floor unconscious, Duke Wallace's music "What We Need Is a Hero" plays inside the arena.**
RIDDLER: You win this round, Supremacist, but we will meet again!
**The Riddler tosses a smoke bomb to the ground. Duke tries to lunge for him, but he has mysteriously disappeared in the fog. Duke stands up, cracks his neck, wipes the dirt off and enters the ring. The flashback ends and Duke is back in the restaurant surrounded by all the fans.**
DUKE: So even after going through a Ninja assassin and an army of Foot Soldiers, I still succeeded in walking out to the ring and facing Larsen Van Der Kamp and Ian De Tornado.
**The fans are silent and in disbelief.**
FAN #1: You mean losing to Van Der Kamp and Ian De Tornado.
DUKE: I told you before, the rule structure has changed.
FAN #2: Right, how could we forget. I just have a few dozens questions. For one thing, why would a Ninja with a machine gun only throw Ninja stars? Why wouldn't he just use the machine gun?
DUKE: He did. Shot at me from the rafters........ and.............. it was a bullet I caught. One in each hand.
FAN #2: But you didn't say that.
DUKE: But I meant to.
FAN #2: But you didn't.
FAN #3: Guys lets get out of here. I told you this Wallace guy was a chump. We'd be better off begging for Roko's autograph. Or even better, that Danny O'Callahan dude.
DUKE: Danny O'Callahan? The Drunken Irish or whatever you call him? He couldn't take on an army of middle class housewives at a Wal Mart bargain sale, let alone an army of Foot Soldiers AND a Ninja assassin. As if SWA didn't have enough worthhless street thugs as it is. We have the Filipino thug, the South Africa thug, the pop singer thug. Now we have to deal with the drunken pasty irishmen. This street fight will in both of our elements. O'Callahan and I both grew up on the mean streets. Tomorrow night one of us will prove themselves the real deal and the other will show the world what a sad drunken pasty irish chump he really is. You guys hear what I'm saying?
**The last fan rolls his eyes and walks away from Duke. He pretendsd this doesn't bother him. He gets up from his table, walks over to the bar, and starts up a conversation with a group of people.**
DUKE: Have you ever heard the story about how I defeated a Ninja assassin and an army of drunken irishmen? It all started backstage.