WWS Death Proof 12/6/11: Hardy Van Akkeren vs. Sammy Sensation

[The Wrestling Addict]

One RP per person. Rp's are due Monday, December 5, 2011 at 11:59 PM Eastern Time.

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[Sam]

The scene opens in sunny California, the sun splitting the sky with it's rays shining almost white on the melting tarmac of the road. The camera pans the area, we see the Hollywood sign, it's white letters standing out from the backdrop of green hills and trees. The camera then fades out and then back into a small office like building. We overhear an argument from the other room, or rather one side of it.

???: What do you mean no?!... do you know who I am?. Well fine then, your loss, just don't come crawling back when you need someone who can actually act convincingly that isn't your wife in the sack. Yeah, yeah, do I look like I give a damn?... I'm the prick?, pfft, have a nice day.

A door flies open and a blonde haired, bearded man storms out, he kicks the front door open, but he spots the camera before he leaves and turns.

Oh, hello there, sorry 'bout that. Some people eh?. Didn't even want the job anyway. In case you've been living under a rock and have never seen this face before... which is, pretty hilarious if you ask me... I'm Sammy Sensation. The hottest free agent on the market. Or rather I was. You see, I've done it all, I've been in movies, I've been on TV, I'm a musician... a model. I'm loaded. But now?, now I'm a professional wrestler. Because that's always been my dream. To be the greatest professional wrestler to ever step foot in the squared circle. Follow me.

Sammy beckons the camera out of the building and out onto the street, he walks round the back towards a black kitted out sport's car. He points at it.

That right there?, is my baby. two hundred thousand dollars of motoring excellence. And I suppose that sums me up. In a word, I am excellence. And it's a word that's followed me around all of my life. I excelled at school. I excelled in the entertainment industry, and overall?, I've excelled at life. You see while some people are in the middle of a recession?, I'm spending five hundred dollars on these babies.

Sammy whips out a pair of sunglasses and places them on his head. He looks out triumphantly to the sun, before opening up his car and stepping inside it. He sorts out the mirrors and puts his seat belt on, the camera man seemingly steps into the back seat and films the back of Sammy Sensation's head as he drives down the sunny streets.

Yep, life couldn't be much better. Money, women, cars... what more do I need in my life other than that?... apart from the WWI Heavyweight Championship. Now I've had a look at the roster, and I see some guys I know, some guys I don't. Y'know, I've weighed up the competition, and on a whole?, it ain't at all tough. Quite frankly for a guy of my excellence?... a guy of pure esteemed class?... it'll be a walk. Maybe that's me being big headed, maybe that's me being arrogant... well guess what?, that's me. I'm an arrogant bastard. Why not?, I mean look at me, as I said, 'excellence'.

The car pulls up a few blocks down at a detached house, Sammy gets out the car being followed by the cameraman. He puts his hand up as if to stop him and answers his phone.

Yeah?... what?, really?. Look all those things I said?, that's just me being a dick, come home. Eh?, you found about about what?... uhhh, I can explain. What do you mean you won't give me the chance to explain?, well that's completely rational!. Y'know what?, you're a whore. Oh yeah, stay classy, bye!.

...bitch.

Sammy looks up to the cameraman.

What are you looking at?, can't a guy get some privacy?.

Cameraman: Well we're shooting a promo for the new WWI show dude, it's sorta our job?.

Sammy laughs before grabbing the cameraman and grabbing his camera.

Sammy Sensation: Yeah well I don't feel like being filmed anymore, and considering this is my promo, can I just say, I'll see everyone at the show, including my opponent , blabbity blah, all that fun stuff. End promo.

Sammy throws the camera to the floor. It doesn't break but the lens is broken, the camera scurries to it to attend to it. Sammy gets in his car and drives off in a rage. The camera finally dies, laying on it's side, screen broken, exhaust fumes it's final image.
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[Andrew]

The scene takes us to a playground where a little boy is on a swing, all by himself. The clouds are gloomy, filled with gray. However, a man is seen walking... approaching this little boy.

???: Hey kid, are you alright? You look a little down...

The little boy is in tears, there's absolutely nothing surrounding the park but roads that are filled with emptiness... A police siren is heard from the distance.

Little Boy: *Chokes*... I... I... lost...

The little boy breaks down into tears.

???: My name's Hardy, don't be afraid. What did you lose? Are you looking for a ball, perhaps your puppy?

Little Boy: No... hear those sirens in the distance? My mother was shot, just a block away... I ran here, I'm scared...

Hardy Van Akkeren: Oh shit kid... Where's your father? Do you want me to call someone for you?

Little Boy: My father... I don't even know my father. I have no family at all, I ran here all by myself. I... I... I was going to sleep here, it's where I feel safe...

Hardy Van Akkeren: Look kid, we'll go to the police station and see if they can organize you to stay somewhere safe. How does that sound?

Little Boy: I don't want to stay with anybody... Do you have video games at your house?

Hardy Van Akkeren: Why do you ask? I've got an XBOX but I hardly play it these days, especially with me training hard at the gym these days. Ever heard of WWI?

Little Boy: Well, could I stay with you for a while? Nobody has cared for me as much as you have ever since I was born... I'm eleven years old now and my mother didn't even show affectionate love to me... She was always out and left me home all by myself... I want to be safe for once. I heard of WWI, I love wrestling, John Cena is my favorite in WWE though!

The little boy wipes the tears from his eyes, he steps off the swing as he gives Hardy a hug. Hardy hugs him back.

Hardy Van Akkeren: Well, we can speak to the police and see if they'll allow you to stay with me. Yeah, WWE is what got me training for WWI, you know... I'll talk to the police and you can watch me debut next week. I got this guy named Sammy Sensation, never heard of him? Have you?

Little Boy: Alright we'll go to the police station now, Sammy Sensation?! Dude, I hear this guy is really really good. I hope you can beat him, he's really mean to people.

Hardy chuckles, he then says come on... The scene fades to black.

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THE POLICE STATION

Cop #1: So you're Hardy right? Where did you find this little boy? What's his name?

Hardy Van Akkeren: Yeah, I'm Hardy... Hardy Van Akkeren. I was strolling through the park on my daily jog and found him all alone by the swing, thought I'd ask if he was alright. He was in tears... I wouldn't have a clue what his name was, he didn't say.

Little Boy: My name's Michael. Michael Sarjamore

The policeman's jaw drops... As if he's in shock.

Cop #1: Your mother is Nicole Sarjamore correct, Michael?

Michael: Yes, Why?

Cop #1: I think you're a bit too young to hear this... Could you step out of the room for a minute?

Both Hardy & Michael: Why, what's wrong?

Cop #1: Hardy, were you dating Nicole?

Hardy Van Akkeren: No, I'm not related to Nicole or Michael at all...

Cop #2: Oh, well Constable Steve... Should we tell both about Nicole?

Cop #1: I guess we're going to have to...

Michael breaks down in tears once again, Hardy comforts him...

Cop #1: You see Michael... your mother Nicole always left the house because she was a drug abuser, she had a criminal record with the police. Do you understand why you were always home?

Michael: I told her to stop going out every night... I was worried. I can't even concentrate in school because of my mother. I have nobody else!

Michael stands up, he grabs the chair and throws it towards the door. Michael begins kicking the door, Cop #2 then holds him and stops him.

Hardy Van Akkeren: Who's going to look after Michael? I'm debuting in WWI next week but I could have Michael with me and the guys at WWI are great. We'd look after him and give him seats, he told me he loves the wrestling.

Cop #2: Michael, calm down... Do you want to stay with Hardy here?

Michael: Yes, I don't want to stay with anybody else. He cared for me like nobody has before!

Cop #1: Alright... We will allow it, but Hardy... We must check up on you every two weeks to make sure he's alright.

Hardy Van Akkeren: No worries, I'm glad I was able to help young Michael here. You know...

Hardy pulls something out of his pockets, the two cops grab him straight away.

Hardy Van Akkeren: Hey, let go... It's just two free tickets to WWI for you guys!

The cops let go as Hardy gives them the tickets...

Cop #1: Sorry about that *chuckles*, who you facing?

Michael: Sammy Sensation.

Cop #2: Oh that little turd? You better kick his ass!

Hardy laughs, he shakes hands with both policemen. The policemen shake hands with Michael as well, they then leave the police station.

Hardy Van Akkeren: Alright, time to hit the gym buddy. Come along, I'll get you to meet everyone!

Michael: Thanks Hardy!

The camera then turns off... We await WWI to see the debut of Hardy Van Akkeren.
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