Post by Laura Phoenix - HBIC on Jul 5, 2021 23:22:45 GMT -5
PWS: APEX Presents RIOT
Tuesday, July 13th, 2021
LIVE from PWS Arena in New York, NY
Mike Hawk vs. Cleo Phillips
Deadline July 11th, 2021 at 11:59pm Eastern
Post by Mike Hawk on Jul 11, 2021 16:57:07 GMT -5
*On Riot, the camera cuts. When it comes back on, it’s in black and white. Mike Hawk, the personification of that one kid in high school who never did any work but still somehow passed, is carrying an inexplicable ray gun. He runs through an alley, panting heavily, in a trenchcoat and a bowler hat.*
Mike: These fucking things won’t leave!
*Suddenly, he sees someone come around the corner, a man in a Cleo Phillips mask.*
Mike: Shit, it’s a Body Snatcher!
*He shoots it in the face with his Krav Maga skills.*
Mike: Fuck off, you horrible thing! You’re not a champion anymore! And you probably never will be again! Stop trying to live in the past! And stop trying to incorporate your family into your promos, nobody gives a shit about what your brother ate for breakfast! This is wrestling, not "Keeping Up With the Kardashians"!
*The camera cuts to another “Cleo Phillips” on a rooftop, this one clearly a buff shirtless man. His beefy mustache is pushing the mask off a bit, making it rest wonkily on his manly face. On top of the roof with him is the actual Collateral Damage champion Jonathan Sanders. Sanders, holding his title for some reason, pushes this Phillips off the roof, making the alien explode into green goo.*
Mike: Thanks, PWS: Apex Collateral Damage Champion Jonathan Sanders!
Sanders: Go fuck yourself.
Mike: Will do!
*He jumps off the roof, off-screen. He lands back on the ground and looks around, the Body Snatchers all around him*
Mike: Oh no, I’m surrounded! What ever will I do? …Oh right, I have a ray gun!
*He blasts the weird-looking human-with-other-human-masks aliens, when a bear, also wearing a Cleo Phillips mask, runs up to him from behind. Mike gasps.*
Mike: Oh my god, a bear!
*Some popcorn is thrown at the screen. The camera zooms out to show a crowded movie theater, in colour, with the actual Mike Hawk sitting in a seat, with his briefcase beside him, in its own seat. It has large googly eyes taped to the front of it, and also has its own popcorn.*
Mike: Boo! This movie’s contrived and awful! Must be directed by Michael Bay. Ech.
*People start telling him to shut up.*
Mike: Shhhh! People are trying to watch!!
Mike: I SAID, PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO WATCH!
*The camera cuts to outside where he and his briefcase are being thrown out of the theater.*
Mike: Fine! I didn’t want to watch your stupid movie anyway!
Mike: Body snatcher, what a stupid nickname!
*Mike picks up his googly-eyed briefcase, walking down the streets of what looks like the Bronx, and not a great neighbourhood either. He walks down the street, seeing the sights. He sees some boys spray painting a wall and grabs the paint can from their hands.*
Boy 1: Hey, we were using that!
Boy 2: Where the hell do you think you’re going with that!?
Mike: Krav Maga!
Boy 1: What did he say?
*Mike sprays boy 2 directly in the eyes with the spray paint.*
Boy 2: OH GOD!
*He grabs his face, falling to the ground, writhing around in pain.*
Boy 2: MY FACE! THAT'S NOT EVEN CLOSE TO KRAV MAGA!
Boy 1: What the hell is wrong with you!?
Mike: If I knew that, I wouldn’t have put googly eyes on my briefcase and started calling it Casey Casem.
*Some people gather around boy 2, as Mike turns the corner, dropping the spray paint can on the ground.*
Mike: So… Cleo “Jonathan Sanders threw me off a roof” Phillips. Or at least I have to assume that’s your name, because you haven’t shut the fuck up about that since it happened.
*He puts on a mocking voice, stopping in his tracks to mimic Phillips.*
Mike: Sanders threw me off a roof! You have to throw me off a roof to stop me! Please throw me off a roof! Myeh myeh myeh!
*He chuckles, continuing to walk.*
Mike: Shut the fuck up about it already. Nobody gives a shit who threw who off of what, this isn’t Jackass. And you’re no Steve-O. You’re not even Steve-N. Which is… it’d be… one down, see, the joke is, it's like... one step down, because… because O comes… after… okay, that one got away from me, but my point is…
*He sees a woman eating ice cream and he reaches over, pressing the ice cream directly into her face as she tries to lick it. He runs off, then slows back down again as he passes a store with little metal sculptures in the window, called “Tasha’s Steels”.*
Mike: Cleo, you might think that because you went toe-to-toe with Goth Jesus, that means you can stand up to me. And you’re absolutely, 100 percent, wrong about that.
*The woman from before, her hair wet and sticky with ice cream, runs at Hawk, who throws her through the window of the nearby shop.*
Mike: …See, Cleo, the difference between you and me is, you’ve taken on tough opponents, but I’ve actually beaten them. Like the time I beat Tayler Parks so hard she quit.
*He winks at the camera.*
Mike: Meanwhile, who have you beaten?
*He takes out a sheet of paper labeled ‘notes’.*
Mike: …Richard Rider. Who hasn’t beaten Richard Rider!? I’m pretty sure there’s a newborn baby out there somewhere that’s pinned Rider’s shoulders to the mat. That’s not an accomplishment, Cleo. You know what a REAL accomplishment is? Beating the world champion, like I did! And I’m still fighting to make people realize that!
*He encounters a homeless person, with a sign that says “Please give”, as well as a paper cup. Mike stops and looks at him.*
Mike: Oh... What a sad situation. Here, I’ll help you.
*He walks into a nearby coffee shop, coming back out with a pot of coffee, pouring the coffee into the homeless man’s cup, from which coins spill over onto the pavement below.*
Mike: There you go, buddy. Enjoy!
*The man looks at Hawk with a bewildered expression on his face.*
Mike: So, look… Cleo, I’m gonna be honest here, you’re not tougher than me. Okay? You were out on the streets for years, which, by the way, is completely disrespectful to the people who just want to get to work, and now have to swerve around some cunt in the middle of the road. It doesn't make you tough, it just makes you an asshole. And frankly, I’ve been around the people in the ghetto, and as you’ve seen, they’re not that tough.
*Suddenly, as if on cue, an armed gunman jumps out from a bush.*
Armed Gunman: YOUR MONEY OR YOUR LIFE!
Mike: Hmmm… I have a better idea! Get him, Casey!
*Mike smacks the man in the side of the head with Casey Casem. The man falls to the ground, dropping the gun, now bleeding from the head.*
Mike: Good job, Casey!
*He shakes the briefcase so the googly eyes move.*
Mike: Anyhow, Cleopardy… IF THAT IS YOUR REAL NAME… you can’t do a god damn thing to me. You’re like if Tyson Sykes couldn’t wrestle so he relied exclusively on weapons. …Wait…
*He thinks for a second.*
Mike: …You’re like Tyson Sykes.
Mike: But me? I’m like Chaz Holiday. Flamboyant, over-the-top, and probably shouldn’t even be wrestling…
*He stops, looking at the camera.*
Mike: But somehow, people still love me!
*He walks off-camera, humming “Hail to the Chief”. The camera slowly fades.*
Post by Cleo Phillips on Jul 11, 2021 18:00:57 GMT -5
Since losing the Collateral Damage championship, and her best friend. Cleo Phillips found herself needing to regroup, and refocus herself on a new path. Use the street knowledge she gained over the years and turn it into something positive for once. It’s given her more confidence, and it does seem like shes starting to truly find her place in PWS:Apex. A tough fought loss to Johnathan Sanders didn’t break her spirit. Instead she chose to dust it off and keep pushing forward, not letting the loss eat at her like some might. Sometimes it’s best to move on, and when Nick Madison issued a challenge, she knew she had to be the one to answer. Keeping momentum on her side, gaining herself some victories in the past weeks. Sure everyone has defeated Richard Rider, but Jennifer Carpenter-Lopez is a proven champion, a name that commands some respect around PWS and Cleo showed no problem taking Jennifer to school. Now, before she can face off against the United Champion, she has one more obstacle to overcome.
Mike Hawk’s meteoric rise in PWS hasn’t gone unnoticed by Cleo. How could it? The guys loud enough to be heard for miles, and he never shuts the fuck up. She knows not to let his grade-school level humor get to her. She also knows hod good Mike Hawk actually is, behind all the arrogance, there is a man who has proven he can get the job done.
We open the scene on the streets of New York, a city Mike Hawk is known to totally LOVE. We get a panoramic shot of the people bustling along the streets, entering and exiting the subways, stopping when it catches Cleo Phillips leaning against a random building, wearing a I Love New York ballcap, her usual shades, a “Set It Off” t-shirt, her favorite tattered jeans, completing the look with a pair of black combat boots. She observes the surroundings for a moment, and with a smile she sighs.Cleo: I don’t know why you hate my city so much Mike, it really is the best city in the world. But you can’t win them all can you? Sierra Williams taught you all about that didn’t she? Deny it all you want, but you lost. Plain and simple. It’s cool. When I faced off against Sanders, I lost as well. But I didn’t make any excuses. I moved on and found myself a new target. The United Championship. Now, you did win Destination Next, and that does entitle you to a championship match of your choosing….
One eyebrow raises up above Cleos shades, as she licks her lips with a smile.
Cleo: You could impede on my match if you wanted I suppose, turn it into a triple threat. Don’t think that I haven’t thought about you considering that option. I know your type Mike, that’s just the sort of sneaky shit you’d try. At Riot however, I’m going to teach you why that is a very BAD idea. Consider the ass-kicking that’s coming your way a warning. A warning not to fuck around with someone like me. Even after I take Nicks championship, if you wanna “cash in” or whatever you want to call it on me. I’ll be ready, because I’m always ready. I’m the baddest bitch in PWS:Apex and you are about to find out why.
For a few seconds, she says nothing, just stares daggers at the camera behind her dark shades.
Cleo: I also know you didn’t win that briefcase by accident. I’m not the type to look past your accomplishments. I know you can get the job done. See Mike, you want people to think your this funny guy with all the jokes and the costumes. Make everyone laugh, lull them into a false sense of security, make them think “this guy’s just some idiot chucklefuck” and that’s when you strike. But like Sierra Williams, I’m too smart for that shit and I’m too real for that shit.
Cleo pauses for a moment, and watches some passersby. Really just buying some time so she doesn’t ramble. Gotta have some sort of breaks in the jabbering.
Cleo: There’s really only two bad bitches in this company in my opinion and you already lost to one of them. Now you get to lose to the other one. I’m not going to be playing any games Mike. I’m going to fight you, so I suggest you man the fuck up, put the costumes back in the trunk and just fight. I know you can do it. I know your not the joke everyone else thinks you are.
Cleo smirks, and if we could see behind those shades we’d have seen her wink as well.
Cleo: But you won’t. You’ll find something to poke fun at me about. What’s it gonna be? A Julius Cesar costume? Lame. Sanders already went the Queen of the Nile route and did it way cooler. So then you gonna dress up like Eminem or something and try to be street? Better yet, you gonna try and be that dude in the Pretty Fly for a White Guy video? Maybe some White and Nerdy? Whatever you come up with I’m sure it’ll be funny to someone. Your mother perhaps.
Cleo takes in a deep breath, and exhales.
Cleo: All you need to understand Michael, is shit is about to get real. So it’s time to cut the pretend shit. No sombreros, no fake moustaches, no silly Youtube dream skits.. Just come to fight. That’s it. Because that’s what I’m coming to do, and if the self proclaimed president thinks anything funny is coming his way, he isn’t going to find himself simply impeached. He’s going to find himself…..
Cleo takes a few steps closer to the camera, lowers her shades and leans down getting a closeup of her face.
There’s a sudden sound effect off camera of a gunshot, followed by another sound effect of a dying hawks screech, as Cleo smiles before the scene fades to black.
The Vlog style video opens in front of some dingy run down looking projects. Cameraman Anthony surveys the scene of various small children at play, before finally catching Cleo sitting on the steps leading to the double door entrance to the main building.
Cameraman Anthony: So, where are we today? Where does this place fit into the life of Cleopatra Phillips?
Cleo raises an eyebrow with a slight scowl.
Cleo: Careful. I like you Anthony, but just call me Cleo.. I don’t care for people using my full name.
Cameraman Anthony: Sorry about that….Cleo.
Cleo: It’s cool, just don’t do it again.
Anthony says nothing, but the camera moves up and down quickly as he nods.
Cleo: Anyway, this is where I lived when I first got my own place. I was in the room four stories up, third window on the right.
Anthony pans up, and focus slightly on the window mentioned, but not too close as to creep out whomever might be living there now.
Cleo: Moms got tired of me fucking around, and gave me the boot just after my 18th birthday. I didn’t have shit to my name. My homie had to help me out till I got back on my feet.
Cameraman Anthony: Big Mo’?
Cleo shakes her head.
Cleo: Naw. I tried moving in with her, but she said her landlord wouldn’t allow her to move a roommate in. My homeboy Zack put me up actually. He knew the guy who ran this place at the time.
Cameraman Anthony: Isn’t that the guy who got shot? The one who promoted his mixtape in one of our first dealings together?
Cleo: Yeah, that’s him. Lowkey, he’s always kinda had my back. He also never really liked Big Mo’ much. I understand why now. I just hate now blind I was for not noticing it all along.
Cameraman Anthony: You heard from him recently?
Cleo: I know he made a full recovery, and is back out. I just hope he keeps himself out of trouble. I don’t got many friends left, and I’d hate to lose another one. Not even talking just about Big Mo’, but all the ones that have fallen. Sent to their graves too early because of the bullshit lifestyle we found ourselves in. We did what we had to do to survive because, nobody was fucking helping us. Look around you, you think the people with all the money really give a fuck about any of them? How any of these kids out there, have one of those early graves in their future? They are why I fight Anthony. I need to show them there is a way out, even for someone like me who many considered a lost cause.
Cameraman Anthony: Hey, like Johnathan Sanders!
We hear Anthony laugh to himself, Cleo doesn’t seem too amused.
Cleo: Very funny. Anyway, I just want to be a positive example for the ones who are still in the struggle, you know……
Cleos eyes divert, as she raises her sunglasses up to her forehead.
Anthony pans to catch a man, a few years older than Cleo approach. The same guy we met before her fight with Sanders.
Zack: Yo, I heard you were around. I told you to hit me up next time you were in town!
Cleo: Man Z, I just got here the other day. I had promotional stuff to do for PWS, they keep a girl busy gnomesayin’?
Z: Yeah, I know..I feel you. It just...It’s gettin’ lonely around here man. With you movin’ up and doing your thing, Big Mo showing her true colors, all we really got left of the old crew is me and Lester.
Cleo: How is Lester anyway?
Cleo’s eyes grow wide with surprise.
Cleo: Lester is engaged? We talking about the same Lester, as in Lester The Treasure because he’s….
Z: A treasure to all women. Yeah that Lester. His girl turned up pregnant, and I guess something clicked in him and he’s trying to do right for when his kid gets here. A girl if your wondering.
Cleo: Damn, that’s wassup tho.
Z: I’ll give you his number, I’m sure he’d love to hear from you.
Cleo: Yeah, for sure. So anyway...what about you Z?
Z: Aww, you know I’m good. You don’t gotta worry about me.
Cleo: Got any plans for yourself?
Z: I got my mixtapes.
Cleo: I mean real plans.
Z: Those ARE real plans. I’m gonna blow up soon Just watch.
Cleo: You need a real job still. I’m not saying don’t pursue your passion but you need a fallback plan in case it doesn’t work.
Z: Man, I can’t just get a real job. You know that. People like us, they think we’re nothing but trouble. So even when we WANT to do better they still don’t hire us because of our criminal records.
Cleo: I mean that may be true to some extent, but you’re just making excuses.
Z: Look, I tried okay? Ain’t nobody called me back yet. You are my only reference that’s worth a shit these days, and Lester tried getting me a job at the Wawa, but they won’t hire me because last time they did I stole from them.
Cleo: Just keep at it, I’m sure you’ll find it.
Z: If only I could fight like you, I could be your tag partner or something.
Zack laughs to himself.
Z: Naw, I’d just hold you back. I’d be a better hype man or something.
Cleo raises an eyebrow as if an idea struck her, but she says nothing.
Z: Anyway whose ass you kicking this week?
Cleo: Mike Hawk
Z: Excuse me? Did you just say…
Cleo: No. Mike….Hawk.
Z: ................Seriously, that's the guys name? Is his tag partner I.P. Freely?
Cleo: No, it’s actually Barry McCockener
Anthony: ...I thought it was Dixie Normus.
All three share a laugh together.
Z: Damn, the camera guy got jokes. I see you homie, alright.
Anthony: I mean, I’m pretty sure he probably stole it form The Simpsons or something.
Cleo: I don’t care how he came up with it, I’m still going to beat Mike Hawk.
Cleo looks at then curiously, before she realized what was said
Cleo….Oh god dammit.
Z: Haha, Seriously though. Don;t you fucking lose to some guy named Mike Hawk, you’re better than that. You have a championship match coming up. This one is yours for the taking. I’ve seen you stand up against some of the baddest dudes the street has to offer, so some guy named Mike Hawk is not about to defeat Cleo Phillips, The Body Snatcher, The Baddest Bitch in PWS, and just The Realest One Around. He’s going to get the ass kicking he deserves for his stupid playground humor name.
Cleo: Haha, word. Thanks for the support. But Mike Hawk is tougher than he lets people believe. I’m not stupid enough to fall into that trap. If he thinks this is going to be easy, he’s mistaken because I’m more ready for him than he expects, I see him in a different light than most around here. People may disagree with me about his talent, but I just have to keep it real. He IS good, but in the end I’m going to prove to be better and it will be his misjudging of ME that will be his downfall.
Z: Hell yeah it will.
Cleo: Yo Anthony, cut it. I gotta talk to Z about some something,...in private.
A short pauses as the camera slowly movies downward, we get a shot of the cracked sidewalk before the scene cuts to static.