Post by Punk19 on Sept 28, 2007 14:56:44 GMT -5
Angela: Hello all, welcome back for another night of fighting. We were absent for a few months due to our lowering attendance record and sales. But tonight we have a full house, and it is probably because of tonights fight. Sitting alongside me is Cinema's very own Charles Band.
Charles: I signed on for tonight to make sure everything goes according to plan.
Angela: Don't be so modest. You know you came here to see the fight that'll bring the people massing at your doorstep.
Charles: It could have been that, or it could be because I love your fighting prompt.
The camera swings over to a chain linked door, orange fog is billowing from it, the audience is screaming and pounding their feet against the concrete floor. The door slowly opens, a small shadow is seen, the audience goes crazy. Blade walks out, followed closely by Pinhead. Raising his knife blade, Blade swings himself around, accepting the audience as his own personal.
Angela: Blade will be fighting anothing living plaything tonight.
Charles: Which is why this fight has been titled the fight of the cinema.
Angela: The secret is out, whoever wins this fight will be the ruler of the cinema and playthings.
Charles: But who will he be fighting against?
Angela: Watch the door, he's about to come out.
Blade walks under the ropes, a referee runs over and ajusts a few more to the poles so that it looks like a real arena. The camera pans over to a red door, it is slowly opening. Chains rattle and shake, fog billows in and sirens go off. The audience above goes crazy, Chucky walks out smiling. Behind him is Glen, his underdeveloped son.
Charles: Chucky, wouldn't you know, Chucky is fighting Blade.
Angela: Well they both originated at about the same time.
Charles: Yeah, this'll be a good fight.
Angela: It'll be the fight that'll start off our fourth season.
Charles: It's an honor to be here tonight, watching two iconic figures such as them duking it out.
Angela: I've grown up loving these icons, I think everyone has.
Blade looks over his shoulder, his mouth parts and a hiss is heard. Chucky stops five steps from the arena, everyone can see that he is shivering. The audience boo's, Glen looks up and frowns. Pinhead walks around Blade until he does a complete circle. Blade takes off his coat, underneath is a black button up shirt and black leather pants. He takes the coat and gives it to Pinhead, who hangs it up on one of the poles. Blade then takes off his hat, the audience gasps.
Angela: I never knew he was bald on top.
Charles: I don't think anyone knows.
Angela: Well everyone in the audience knows now.
Charles: Chucky looks scared.
Chucky is taking the long way to the arena, he is constantly looking at Blade who is stretching out his knife and hook. Pinhead is rubbing Blade's shoulders, a corus of grunts, moans and groans is heard. Glen climbs the ropes, Chucky slowly and carefully follows. Once in the ring, he races over to Blade and swings his hand. It clobbers against Blade's face and flattens him to the floor. The referee rushes forward, but it is to late. Blade swings his knife blade up and it cuts into Chucky's left leg. Chucky screams and is dragged to the other side of the ring.
Angela: We better get the weight and other information out before they decide to kill each other before the bell rings.
Charles: Blade weighs five pounds and is an inch and a half tall. He carries two deadly weapons on his person, a shiny and sharp knife blade and a hook. He also has spiked eyes, just incase anyone brings his face up to theirs.
Angela: Chucky is the reigned boxing champion, he's been undefeated for three long years. He weighs fifty-six pounds and is two feet tall. He also carries a weapon, a short knife. I think that knife isn't going to be a good help in this fight though.
Charles: Doesn't he carry a gun?
Angela: No, I ordered him to leave it in the locker room.
Charles: Glen could of taken it and...
Angela: He was checked before he came out.
The referee walks out to the center of the ring, Blade gives one more shrug of his shoulders and joins him. Chucky slowly walks over, his left hand is poised inside his overalls, were his knife is hidden nicely inside his pocket. His leg is bleeding badly, he drags it behind him painfully. Blade hisses, but that is all that is said between the two.
Referee: Hello all, tonight we have the undisputed title, the unclaimed title, for Cinema and Living Playthings available. This belt is the first of its kind, and it'll go to one of these fighters tonight. Standing to my left is Chucky, while to my right is Blade. The fight will begin as soon as the bell rings. Fighters, go to your corners.
Blade scurries over to his corner, he practices his skills by swiping at the rope. Chucky walks over to his corner and turns around slowly. He starts jumping up and down, making the mat bounce up and down. Blade turns around and hisses, he is holding onto the rope, steadying himself. Pinhead and Glen have climbed out of the ring, both stand poised and ready, just incase they are needed fast. The tension grows as the audience quiets, Angela and Charles strain their necks to get a better view of the ring. Both have walked down to the auxiliary platform. About two minutes later, the bell rings.
Blade waits patiently as Chucky rushes at him, Chucky's mouth is agape in horror and anger. When he reaches Blade, he screams and slashes his knife out. Blade catches it and they start dueling. Chucky attempts to kick him down, but Blade is to fast, he runs around Chucky and cuts off his left hand. Chucky squeals and wheels around. He barely catches Blade. With a swipe of his hand, Chucky cuts off Blade's hat. It flonders to the floor in shreds. Blade, with a roar, slashes his knife into Chucky's leg and draws blood. Chucky screams and falls down. He loses his knife, which lands outside the ring beside Pinhead. Glen runs over to retreive it, but Pinhead stops him, he chases Glen back to the other side.
Angela: It's getting intense inside the ring.
Charles: It looks equal so far.
Angela: Without his knife, I think that's about to change.
Charles: Chucky?
Angela: Of course Chucky, he lost his knife.
Charles: You're so tempermental.
Angela: You better believe it.
Chucky, screaming, jumps on Blade and starts punching him in the face. Blade raises his knife and it draws blood. Chucky flonders to his side, but for only a minute. Blade runs around him, cutting his clothes until nothing is left except his underwear. With a good left handed punch, Chucky sends Blade flying through the air. He lands on the auxiliary table. Chucky jumps onto the table and tries to grab Blade, who has jumped off. His left fist crashes into Angela's jaw and she falls down out of her chair.
Charles: Now this is a show.
Chucky follows Blade back to the ring, the clock has only two minutes left on it, and he tries to grab him from behind. Blade, instead, twists around and digs his knife into Chucky's throat. Chucky sputters, Glen tries to climb into the ring but Pinhead has his legs. Blade, grabbing Chucky by the underwear, pulls him in close for the kill. He pushes his knife into the tender part of Chucky's stomach. Chucky coughs, then dies with a minute and three minutes left on the clock.
Angela: Chucky had a good match...
Charles: How's your jaw?
Angela: It's fine.
Charles: Chucky wasn't a challenge for Blade.
Angela: Looked pretty even until Chucky lost his knife...
Charles: Next time, Chucky won't lose his knife.
The referee walks forward and picks up a small yellow belt with rubies and saphires glistening around the buckle that had Blade's name embroidered in solid gold and silver letters. Behind the name is an image of a reel of film and a knife, Blade takes the belt and raises it high. The audience goes crazy, Pinhead punches the air, Angela and Charles high five each other. With a hiss, the fight is over and Blade is being escorted out of the ring and to the locker rooms, behind him is the remains of Chucky, who is on his way to the recovery hospital.
Angela: The beginning of our fourth season has started, we hope that all of our fans return for the next fight.
Charles: Please visit the concession stands and gift carts.
Angela: And remember, any fight is a good fight. Send you fights to us, they are widely accepted.
Charles: Goodbye now.
Charles: I signed on for tonight to make sure everything goes according to plan.
Angela: Don't be so modest. You know you came here to see the fight that'll bring the people massing at your doorstep.
Charles: It could have been that, or it could be because I love your fighting prompt.
The camera swings over to a chain linked door, orange fog is billowing from it, the audience is screaming and pounding their feet against the concrete floor. The door slowly opens, a small shadow is seen, the audience goes crazy. Blade walks out, followed closely by Pinhead. Raising his knife blade, Blade swings himself around, accepting the audience as his own personal.
Angela: Blade will be fighting anothing living plaything tonight.
Charles: Which is why this fight has been titled the fight of the cinema.
Angela: The secret is out, whoever wins this fight will be the ruler of the cinema and playthings.
Charles: But who will he be fighting against?
Angela: Watch the door, he's about to come out.
Blade walks under the ropes, a referee runs over and ajusts a few more to the poles so that it looks like a real arena. The camera pans over to a red door, it is slowly opening. Chains rattle and shake, fog billows in and sirens go off. The audience above goes crazy, Chucky walks out smiling. Behind him is Glen, his underdeveloped son.
Charles: Chucky, wouldn't you know, Chucky is fighting Blade.
Angela: Well they both originated at about the same time.
Charles: Yeah, this'll be a good fight.
Angela: It'll be the fight that'll start off our fourth season.
Charles: It's an honor to be here tonight, watching two iconic figures such as them duking it out.
Angela: I've grown up loving these icons, I think everyone has.
Blade looks over his shoulder, his mouth parts and a hiss is heard. Chucky stops five steps from the arena, everyone can see that he is shivering. The audience boo's, Glen looks up and frowns. Pinhead walks around Blade until he does a complete circle. Blade takes off his coat, underneath is a black button up shirt and black leather pants. He takes the coat and gives it to Pinhead, who hangs it up on one of the poles. Blade then takes off his hat, the audience gasps.
Angela: I never knew he was bald on top.
Charles: I don't think anyone knows.
Angela: Well everyone in the audience knows now.
Charles: Chucky looks scared.
Chucky is taking the long way to the arena, he is constantly looking at Blade who is stretching out his knife and hook. Pinhead is rubbing Blade's shoulders, a corus of grunts, moans and groans is heard. Glen climbs the ropes, Chucky slowly and carefully follows. Once in the ring, he races over to Blade and swings his hand. It clobbers against Blade's face and flattens him to the floor. The referee rushes forward, but it is to late. Blade swings his knife blade up and it cuts into Chucky's left leg. Chucky screams and is dragged to the other side of the ring.
Angela: We better get the weight and other information out before they decide to kill each other before the bell rings.
Charles: Blade weighs five pounds and is an inch and a half tall. He carries two deadly weapons on his person, a shiny and sharp knife blade and a hook. He also has spiked eyes, just incase anyone brings his face up to theirs.
Angela: Chucky is the reigned boxing champion, he's been undefeated for three long years. He weighs fifty-six pounds and is two feet tall. He also carries a weapon, a short knife. I think that knife isn't going to be a good help in this fight though.
Charles: Doesn't he carry a gun?
Angela: No, I ordered him to leave it in the locker room.
Charles: Glen could of taken it and...
Angela: He was checked before he came out.
The referee walks out to the center of the ring, Blade gives one more shrug of his shoulders and joins him. Chucky slowly walks over, his left hand is poised inside his overalls, were his knife is hidden nicely inside his pocket. His leg is bleeding badly, he drags it behind him painfully. Blade hisses, but that is all that is said between the two.
Referee: Hello all, tonight we have the undisputed title, the unclaimed title, for Cinema and Living Playthings available. This belt is the first of its kind, and it'll go to one of these fighters tonight. Standing to my left is Chucky, while to my right is Blade. The fight will begin as soon as the bell rings. Fighters, go to your corners.
Blade scurries over to his corner, he practices his skills by swiping at the rope. Chucky walks over to his corner and turns around slowly. He starts jumping up and down, making the mat bounce up and down. Blade turns around and hisses, he is holding onto the rope, steadying himself. Pinhead and Glen have climbed out of the ring, both stand poised and ready, just incase they are needed fast. The tension grows as the audience quiets, Angela and Charles strain their necks to get a better view of the ring. Both have walked down to the auxiliary platform. About two minutes later, the bell rings.
Blade waits patiently as Chucky rushes at him, Chucky's mouth is agape in horror and anger. When he reaches Blade, he screams and slashes his knife out. Blade catches it and they start dueling. Chucky attempts to kick him down, but Blade is to fast, he runs around Chucky and cuts off his left hand. Chucky squeals and wheels around. He barely catches Blade. With a swipe of his hand, Chucky cuts off Blade's hat. It flonders to the floor in shreds. Blade, with a roar, slashes his knife into Chucky's leg and draws blood. Chucky screams and falls down. He loses his knife, which lands outside the ring beside Pinhead. Glen runs over to retreive it, but Pinhead stops him, he chases Glen back to the other side.
Angela: It's getting intense inside the ring.
Charles: It looks equal so far.
Angela: Without his knife, I think that's about to change.
Charles: Chucky?
Angela: Of course Chucky, he lost his knife.
Charles: You're so tempermental.
Angela: You better believe it.
Chucky, screaming, jumps on Blade and starts punching him in the face. Blade raises his knife and it draws blood. Chucky flonders to his side, but for only a minute. Blade runs around him, cutting his clothes until nothing is left except his underwear. With a good left handed punch, Chucky sends Blade flying through the air. He lands on the auxiliary table. Chucky jumps onto the table and tries to grab Blade, who has jumped off. His left fist crashes into Angela's jaw and she falls down out of her chair.
Charles: Now this is a show.
Chucky follows Blade back to the ring, the clock has only two minutes left on it, and he tries to grab him from behind. Blade, instead, twists around and digs his knife into Chucky's throat. Chucky sputters, Glen tries to climb into the ring but Pinhead has his legs. Blade, grabbing Chucky by the underwear, pulls him in close for the kill. He pushes his knife into the tender part of Chucky's stomach. Chucky coughs, then dies with a minute and three minutes left on the clock.
Angela: Chucky had a good match...
Charles: How's your jaw?
Angela: It's fine.
Charles: Chucky wasn't a challenge for Blade.
Angela: Looked pretty even until Chucky lost his knife...
Charles: Next time, Chucky won't lose his knife.
The referee walks forward and picks up a small yellow belt with rubies and saphires glistening around the buckle that had Blade's name embroidered in solid gold and silver letters. Behind the name is an image of a reel of film and a knife, Blade takes the belt and raises it high. The audience goes crazy, Pinhead punches the air, Angela and Charles high five each other. With a hiss, the fight is over and Blade is being escorted out of the ring and to the locker rooms, behind him is the remains of Chucky, who is on his way to the recovery hospital.
Angela: The beginning of our fourth season has started, we hope that all of our fans return for the next fight.
Charles: Please visit the concession stands and gift carts.
Angela: And remember, any fight is a good fight. Send you fights to us, they are widely accepted.
Charles: Goodbye now.