Viola Moonlight
I'm Literally Just Here for WZCW
Deadline is Wednesday May 20, 2015 at 11:59 PM (Central Time). Extensions are available upon request.
MD 118: El Califa Dragón vs. Bruce Irwin
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Deadline is Wednesday May 20, 2015 at 11:59 PM (Central Time). Extensions are available upon request.
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The scene opens to El Califa celebrating in the back after his victory over Derek Jacobs. Stacey Madison walks in with a mic as Califa works on taking the tape off his wrists and hands.
Stacey: Califa, congratulations on your victory in your return match.
El Califa: Gracias Stacey. He has worked hard to get back into the ring. He has never felt better, in fact this is the lightest he's felt in the ring in a long time. El Califa is back and ready for whatever comes his way!
Stacey: Last year you were in contention for the World Title before the unfortunate change in your partner Amber Warren. What do you have to do to get back to that level?
Califa crosses his arms and nods his head emphatically as he looks to Stacey.
El Califa: What he's been doing Stacey. He's gotta work his way from the bottom back to the top. He does not walk in and demand World Title shots, even if the champion is his hermano, no he starts where everyone else does. However, El Califa may try to get into the Elite X Championship match at Unscripted. He has wanted singles gold for so long, and to face off with elegANT would be an honor.
Stacey: Thank you Califa, and congrats again.
As Stacey walks off Califa turns back and removes his mask, his face away from the camera before switching to his every day mask. As he ties the back up, his phone rings and he picks it up, sitting down and working on his boots while he talks.
El Califa: Califa. Si! Gracias. Oh? A party at the Bahamas? Califa will catch a flight and be there right away.
He hangs the phone up as he reaches into his locker and withdraws his suit as he sings to himself while the scene fades away for a moment. It returns, and after a short flight Califa finds himself driving down to the beach, the weather just warming up now but enough for a night soiree. Califa hops out of his rental jeep, the party already in full swing. He dusts off his outfit, a bit more casual with a half buttoned up white shirt, baggy jeans, and his favorite chain around his neck. He walks up to the party and a woman immediately smiles towards him and makes her way over, in just a bikini and straw hat on.
El Califa: Kandi! He is happy to see you again.
Kandi: And she is happy that you could make it. Come on, let's go get you a drink.
She wraps her arms around his right arm as they walk through the party, the DJ mixing up songs while various people dance together. Califa and Kandi walk up to the bar, a Corona for Califa and a drink for her. They turn towards the dancing area, Califa perking up a bit after a long day.
Kandi: You wanna dance Califa? It's been so long.
El Califa: No, Califa will not dance tonight. He is looking forward to a relaxing night. Would you agree mamacita?
Kandi smiles brightly, brushing her blonde hair back as her blue eyes flash briefly as a fire roars off a bit in the distance. She turns towards it as does Califa, nodding his head slowly as they slide away from the bar and make their way to the fire. They sit down on a log, Califa wrapping his arm around her as she leans into him. They sip their drinks quietly as one of the people around the fire quietly strums on a guitar as the sound of waves breaking on the beach creates perfect ambient background. Califa sighs, content in the evening. The moon rises high into the clear sky, not a cloud in sight either. He was back to doing what he loves, and there was no war right now to worry about.
El Califa: Senor! If you would be so kind.
Califa motions for the guitar, and the man passes it over, and soon Califa is tuning it to his desire as Kandi wraps her arms around herself, a smile on her face to him still though. Califa strums a few times before he begins smoothly running his fingers over the frets, a slow yet calming melody coming from the instrument. Califa does not sing however, simply playing as the crowd listens intently, the story told within the notes rather than words.
Kandi: Where did you learn to play like that?
El Califa: Shhh just listen.
He looks up at her and nods his head, and she can't help but smirk as she leans into him once more as the intricacies of the song pick up, and soon does the speed as well. Soon his hands are moving all over the fret board, reaching a fever pitch before slowly coming down and the song ends. The people around the fire cheer and clap as Califa hands the guitar back over. He leans back and wraps his arm around Kandi once more as she looks up at him.
Kandi: That was impressive.
El Califa: Califa knows how to use his fingers in many ways.
Kandi can't help but bust out laughing as she leans in and kisses Califa on the cheek of his mask as he joins in with the laughter as well. The camera pans up, watching as the moon slowly melts into the distance, the sunrise coming up over the ocean. Califa wakes up, lying on a blanket on the beach with Kandi's arm across his chest. He leans over and kisses her on the forehead, causing her to stir slowly. She flashes a smile again as she cuddles up close to him, kissing him several times as the waves continue to crash softly onto the sand.
Kandi: I could lay like this forever. Just the two of us.
El Califa: He could too, but he has much work left to do.
Kandi: Could you not stay just a little longer? Enjoy the beach with me for one more day.
El Califa: El Califa cannot Kandi. Though the warm weather is nice here, he must catch a flight so this Mexican can do battle with an Australian in Russia.
Kandi makes a pouting face as she sits up and looks at Califa. She leans down and slides her hand under his mask. He reaches up and clasps her wrist gently.
Kandi: Just once......can I see?
El Califa: Not yet. Maybe one day Dulce.
She smiles, a bit of sadness on her face but he reaches up and runs a hand along her cheek, nodding his head. She leans down and nuzzles into his neck.
Kandi: You are something else Califa.
El Califa: He carries the heart of a warrior, the spirit of a dragon!
The scene fades away slowly, returning to the airport as Califa stands at the loading gate, his carry on bag held behind his head. He turns and sees Kandi standing there, waving goodbye to him. He nods his head to her as she blows a kiss his way. Though she was the sweetest, she was not the one to challenge El Califa the way others have. Maybe that's what he needed, but he was not ready to settle down. Blondes really wasn't his type anyway. Though perhaps a Russian mistress might just be in order....time will only tell. This international tour would be the one thing to waken his senses and see things from a new perspective. For the dragon must take flight tonight quite literally.
El Califa: This dragon is just getting started.
The scene fades out.
Stacey: Califa, congratulations on your victory in your return match.
El Califa: Gracias Stacey. He has worked hard to get back into the ring. He has never felt better, in fact this is the lightest he's felt in the ring in a long time. El Califa is back and ready for whatever comes his way!
Stacey: Last year you were in contention for the World Title before the unfortunate change in your partner Amber Warren. What do you have to do to get back to that level?
Califa crosses his arms and nods his head emphatically as he looks to Stacey.
El Califa: What he's been doing Stacey. He's gotta work his way from the bottom back to the top. He does not walk in and demand World Title shots, even if the champion is his hermano, no he starts where everyone else does. However, El Califa may try to get into the Elite X Championship match at Unscripted. He has wanted singles gold for so long, and to face off with elegANT would be an honor.
Stacey: Thank you Califa, and congrats again.
As Stacey walks off Califa turns back and removes his mask, his face away from the camera before switching to his every day mask. As he ties the back up, his phone rings and he picks it up, sitting down and working on his boots while he talks.
El Califa: Califa. Si! Gracias. Oh? A party at the Bahamas? Califa will catch a flight and be there right away.
He hangs the phone up as he reaches into his locker and withdraws his suit as he sings to himself while the scene fades away for a moment. It returns, and after a short flight Califa finds himself driving down to the beach, the weather just warming up now but enough for a night soiree. Califa hops out of his rental jeep, the party already in full swing. He dusts off his outfit, a bit more casual with a half buttoned up white shirt, baggy jeans, and his favorite chain around his neck. He walks up to the party and a woman immediately smiles towards him and makes her way over, in just a bikini and straw hat on.
El Califa: Kandi! He is happy to see you again.
Kandi: And she is happy that you could make it. Come on, let's go get you a drink.
She wraps her arms around his right arm as they walk through the party, the DJ mixing up songs while various people dance together. Califa and Kandi walk up to the bar, a Corona for Califa and a drink for her. They turn towards the dancing area, Califa perking up a bit after a long day.
Kandi: You wanna dance Califa? It's been so long.
El Califa: No, Califa will not dance tonight. He is looking forward to a relaxing night. Would you agree mamacita?
Kandi smiles brightly, brushing her blonde hair back as her blue eyes flash briefly as a fire roars off a bit in the distance. She turns towards it as does Califa, nodding his head slowly as they slide away from the bar and make their way to the fire. They sit down on a log, Califa wrapping his arm around her as she leans into him. They sip their drinks quietly as one of the people around the fire quietly strums on a guitar as the sound of waves breaking on the beach creates perfect ambient background. Califa sighs, content in the evening. The moon rises high into the clear sky, not a cloud in sight either. He was back to doing what he loves, and there was no war right now to worry about.
El Califa: Senor! If you would be so kind.
Califa motions for the guitar, and the man passes it over, and soon Califa is tuning it to his desire as Kandi wraps her arms around herself, a smile on her face to him still though. Califa strums a few times before he begins smoothly running his fingers over the frets, a slow yet calming melody coming from the instrument. Califa does not sing however, simply playing as the crowd listens intently, the story told within the notes rather than words.
Kandi: Where did you learn to play like that?
El Califa: Shhh just listen.
He looks up at her and nods his head, and she can't help but smirk as she leans into him once more as the intricacies of the song pick up, and soon does the speed as well. Soon his hands are moving all over the fret board, reaching a fever pitch before slowly coming down and the song ends. The people around the fire cheer and clap as Califa hands the guitar back over. He leans back and wraps his arm around Kandi once more as she looks up at him.
Kandi: That was impressive.
El Califa: Califa knows how to use his fingers in many ways.
Kandi can't help but bust out laughing as she leans in and kisses Califa on the cheek of his mask as he joins in with the laughter as well. The camera pans up, watching as the moon slowly melts into the distance, the sunrise coming up over the ocean. Califa wakes up, lying on a blanket on the beach with Kandi's arm across his chest. He leans over and kisses her on the forehead, causing her to stir slowly. She flashes a smile again as she cuddles up close to him, kissing him several times as the waves continue to crash softly onto the sand.
Kandi: I could lay like this forever. Just the two of us.
El Califa: He could too, but he has much work left to do.
Kandi: Could you not stay just a little longer? Enjoy the beach with me for one more day.
El Califa: El Califa cannot Kandi. Though the warm weather is nice here, he must catch a flight so this Mexican can do battle with an Australian in Russia.
Kandi makes a pouting face as she sits up and looks at Califa. She leans down and slides her hand under his mask. He reaches up and clasps her wrist gently.
Kandi: Just once......can I see?
El Califa: Not yet. Maybe one day Dulce.
She smiles, a bit of sadness on her face but he reaches up and runs a hand along her cheek, nodding his head. She leans down and nuzzles into his neck.
Kandi: You are something else Califa.
El Califa: He carries the heart of a warrior, the spirit of a dragon!
The scene fades away slowly, returning to the airport as Califa stands at the loading gate, his carry on bag held behind his head. He turns and sees Kandi standing there, waving goodbye to him. He nods his head to her as she blows a kiss his way. Though she was the sweetest, she was not the one to challenge El Califa the way others have. Maybe that's what he needed, but he was not ready to settle down. Blondes really wasn't his type anyway. Though perhaps a Russian mistress might just be in order....time will only tell. This international tour would be the one thing to waken his senses and see things from a new perspective. For the dragon must take flight tonight quite literally.
El Califa: This dragon is just getting started.
The scene fades out.
Lee
Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No it's Supermod!
Backstage we're stood with Johnny Klamor and everyone's second favourite Australian. Mad Max being first.
Klamor: I'm stood here with WZCW's own Bruce Irwin. Bruce, as far as I am aware this is the first time you've actually had an interview.
Bruce nods his head.
Bruce: That's right mate, it should be fun.
Klamor: Maybe for you.
There's an awkward pause before Klamor continues.
Klamor: Lets start by asking about your last two matches. You were the victor at Gold Rush yet lost last week. You're a bit inconsistent are you not?
Bruce: I'm just trying to find my feet.
Klamor: Let me stop you there a moment. Your debut was in August 2014. That's 9 months. In 9 months I could have had a baby with someone. In 9 months you could watch Lord of the Rings 532 times. That's the full trilogy. Extended. Yet you're still trying to find your feet?
Bruce: Crikey, that's harsh mate!
Klamor: I am not your mate and I'm sick of people making excuses. Just admit your heart is not in it and you try it on the fly. Every week.
Bruce: I didn't at gold rush! I prepared.
Klamor: That's why you won.
Bruce: I guess. I should prepare.
Klamor: Do it. Decide what you want to do. Are you an Aussie outback man or a cop? Are you both? Decide. Apologise to this weeks opponent, I know you're ill and haven't had a chance but have some decency.
Bruce: I'm sorry mate.
Klamor: Not very fun is it?
Klamor: I'm stood here with WZCW's own Bruce Irwin. Bruce, as far as I am aware this is the first time you've actually had an interview.
Bruce nods his head.
Bruce: That's right mate, it should be fun.
Klamor: Maybe for you.
There's an awkward pause before Klamor continues.
Klamor: Lets start by asking about your last two matches. You were the victor at Gold Rush yet lost last week. You're a bit inconsistent are you not?
Bruce: I'm just trying to find my feet.
Klamor: Let me stop you there a moment. Your debut was in August 2014. That's 9 months. In 9 months I could have had a baby with someone. In 9 months you could watch Lord of the Rings 532 times. That's the full trilogy. Extended. Yet you're still trying to find your feet?
Bruce: Crikey, that's harsh mate!
Klamor: I am not your mate and I'm sick of people making excuses. Just admit your heart is not in it and you try it on the fly. Every week.
Bruce: I didn't at gold rush! I prepared.
Klamor: That's why you won.
Bruce: I guess. I should prepare.
Klamor: Do it. Decide what you want to do. Are you an Aussie outback man or a cop? Are you both? Decide. Apologise to this weeks opponent, I know you're ill and haven't had a chance but have some decency.
Bruce: I'm sorry mate.
Klamor: Not very fun is it?
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