Match Thread: Ivan Drago Vs Biohazard, The Giants Collide!

[adamjday]

--BACKSTAGE SEGMENT--

The scene opens up, in the dark locker-room that Biohazrad spends all of his time in. There's little light. A lamp on a desk, and a flickering yellow light in the corner of the room. Biohazard can be made out in the dim light, along with the dark outline of another man. Biohazard is sitting with his head in his hands on a table in the corner. the yellow light keeps going on and off, giving us a slight view of the facial features of the man. Goatee, shades, short hair.

Biohazard: Why have you come here? You seem to be following me about, from fed' to fed'. Our relationship is none existant...

Man: Our relationship? We were never together like that! I'm happily divorced. You make us sound like we're a gay couple. I've not been in pursuit of you Biohazard, I'm a businessman, and wrestling is my business.

Biohazard: A business you've been out of for months on end now.

Man: And who's fault is that? It's you that walked out Carl. You were main-eventing, and then you let your emotions take control. You walked out when we needed you to be on top form. It's your fault SAW went under Biohazard! I then moved on, my restaurants are going great, but this industry is where I belong. IOWF went under after you deffected that too Bio'. Two federations have relied on your drawing power, and you walked out on them both, in a search for success. But look at you! You've won nothing in the last two years of competition, and with the attitude that you've got at the moment, you're not going to either. Me and Brad WILL lead you to success again, if we're given the chance.

Biohazard: Carl? When we're in a wrestling arena, you call me by my proper name!

Biohazard jumps to his feet, and graps the man by his collar. He twists, and launches the man into the wall behind him. His sunglasses fly off his face. Now in proper light, the man's face is clear. Scott Rikera.

Scott Rikera: You need to watch it big man. Let go fo me now... I said let go! Save ti for when you're in the ring against Drago man. I want to start seeing that evil, that anger in your eyes again, Carl.

Rikera slaps Biohazard in the face, which makes Bio' release him.

Scott Rikera: We're going to make an impact together Biohazard. Hahn's gonna give you your wrestling work, and I'm going to sort out your head man. It's time to make Biohazard a household name!

Scott Rikera exits the room, and Biohazard follows him out.

--END OF SEGMENT--

[IvanDrago]

The camera opens with Ivan Drago standing on the balcony of his hotel suite. The sun is shining on his face as he looks outside. He is extremely bored. It’s only a few days before WrestleFest and he is extremely excited. He turns away from the balcony and walking inside, addresses the camera.

Drago:
A very important day is coming. It is the day in which the True Kings settle all scores. It is the day where C.K. Wylde finally solidifies himself as a contender for the uCw World Title by beating former World Champion, the Main Man. It’s is the day where the uCw World Champion Dust solidifies himself as the greatest Champion of our modern age by defeating the “Mystery Man” D-Dogg, here in Dust’s hometown. And it is the day that I, Ivan Drago, prove once and for all who I am. It is the day that I prove that I am not a replacement for that failure Biohazard. It is also the day that I prove to Biohazard himself just how useless Biohazard actually is. A 7ft 4 in tall waste. It’s a shame really. Biohazard is by far the largest athlete in the uCw besides myself. But where I have achieved the pinnacle of my potential, Biohazard has wasted his by following around Mr. Hahn in the fashion that a puppy would follow around his master. He has neither the power, nor the will to defeat me. In fact, Biohazard doesn’t seem too concerned that he is facing me in the ring. Good. His underestimation of me will be his undoing. At WrestleFest, I will be your master, and I will remind you of who holds your leash…mongrel.

The phone rings. It is Dust. The True Kings have a photo-shoot for the WrestleFest Program that will be given out to the fans as they enter. He expects Drago to be prompt. Drago confirms that he will be there, and hangs up the phone. He turns back to the camera.

Drago:
Biohazard, you claim that you will reek destruction and carnage upon me in the ring. But you have neither the concentration, nor long-term thinking to do so. Those are the things that separate a warrior, from a mere flailing fighter. It is what separates you from me. You possess power, but you do not possess the mental discipline to use it properly. A person like you could never be a threat to someone like me. You will enter the ring, and no doubt fight bravely, but you will fight stupidly, and ultimately, like so many others before you, you will be broken. Unfortunately for you, the horror will have only begun.

Drago get his things and exits the room on his way to the photo-shoot. The door closes behind him and the scene ends.

[adamjday]

--VIDEO PROMO--

In a gym, somewhere, Biohazard is doing some bareknuckle boxing with an unknown man, a very big man. Biohazard swings a left hook, which the man dodges, but he fails to avoid the uppercut that follows. The man flies accross the boxing ring into the ropes. He then falls flat on his face. On the outside, Scott Rikera enters the gym and walks to Brad Hahn, who is watching Biohazard's boxing presentation. Scott has a small package in his hand, and he calls Biohazard over. Bio' walks towards the edge of the ring, and leans on the ropes. Scott shows Biohazard the package, and hands it to him. Biohazard removes the lid to the box, throws it away, and pulls out a video tape.

Biohazard: What the hell is this? I don't watch videos.

Rikera raises his hand, and prompts Bio' to pass the tape back to him. Scott "Superman" Rikera has a look around, and then goes into the corner of the room. He wheels the television and video recorder that are on a stand towards the two men. He presses the on switch, and the TV lights up. He presses a few more buttons, and then inserts the tape. He presses play on the VCR, and a UCW highlight show begins. He then picks up the remote that rests next to the television and fastforwards the video tape for a moment. When Rikera has finished, the tape continues showing an appartment block.

Mr.Hahn: Why are you showing us the comercials Scott?

Scott Rikera ignores the comment and continues to focus on the screen. The shot changes, and shows the inside of one of the apartments. The cameraman is guiding the camera to the balcony, where a vague figure is standing. The person isn't clear, because of the blinding sunlight behind him. The camera adjusts, and Ivan Drago turns out to be that person.

Scott Rikera: This was filmed earlier in the week. I recieved a call earlier in the week, that this show might be worth watching, because of this here promo. As you can see, he's quite confident about his match.

Drago: And it is the day that I, Ivan Drago, prove once and for all who I am. It is the day that I prove that I am not a replacement for that failure Biohazard.

Biohazard: I never once failed the Kings. It also seems to me that he's exactly that, he's the replacement for me. Not a very good one though, as will be proved at WrestleFest!

Drago: I have achieved the pinnacle of my potential

Scott Rikera: As I recall, you've caused quite a lot of havoc here in UCW, and back in the IOWF, but still these people haven't seen your full potential. And despite all of your training, he seems to think that you don't have the will, or the strength to defeat him? From what I have seen, you've got both the will, and the strength to defeat him. He has nothing on you, where is his mentor? You're faster, stronger, tougher, more experienced, more brutal, more composed, more relaxed, and quite simply put, more ready.

Drago: Biohazard, you claim that you will reek destruction and carnage upon me in the ring. But you have neither the concentration, nor long-term thinking to do so. Those are the things that separate a warrior, from a mere flailing fighter. It is what separates you from me. You possess power, but you do not possess the mental discipline to use it properly. A person like you could never be a threat to someone like me. You will enter the ring, and no doubt fight bravely, but you will fight stupidly, and ultimately, like so many others before you, you will be broken. Unfortunately for you, the horror will have only begun.

Mr.Hahn: Powerful words from Drago, but Biohazard, I too believe that you're ready. Something Drago failed to mention is the fact that you need to prove something to the whole world, like him, but you are also seeking revenge. You're not the one who is standing on a balcony, doing nothing apart from cutting video packages. You're training, like when you were in the True Kings. It didn't matter if Dust had requested you attended a photo shoot, you would be in a gym, working out, bettering yourself. He's the one that lacks the mental discipline, that lacks focus. And he claims that you're underestimating him? If he thinks that he can win matches by purely getting into his opponent's head, he's wrong. Biohazard, I expect you to take him apart in the ring. Give the fans something to talk about, Biohazard laying waste to "The Big" Ivan Drago. It'll be you that starts the horror, and more importantly, me and Scott expect you to be the one to end it, having obliterated him, at WrestleFest!

--END OF SEGMENT--

[TheMainMan25]

OOC: This has picked up very nicely. Good job fellas.

[adamjday]

--VIDEO SEGMENT--

Mr. Hahn, Scott Rikera, and the giant Biohazard are inside a room, an appartment. The room is well lit. It's night-time, and in the background, the curtains are drawn. Biohazard is perfroming sit-ups while Mr. Hahn counts and kepps watch. Scott is walking around the room, occassionally scratching and rubbing his back. Both Hahn and Rikera are wearing their trademarks suits. Scott then lies down on the bed, which is situated to the left of the shot. He covers his face with his hands, and then sits up again. Biohazard continues to work.

Mr.Hahn Scott, can you please turn the air conditioning on, Biohazard is going to dehydrate here.

Scott Why doesn't he take a rest? He has been working all week, constantly.

Mr.Hahn It's his training, to achieve his goal of perfection this is the work that he needs to do. He will be the ultimate athlete.

Scott stands, and approaches the wall where he flicks a switch. Now there's a slight buzz in the room. Biohazard stops, and him and Hahn both get to their feet. Hahn goes to the bedside table, and pours out a few glasses of water. The three men all take a glass, and Hahn and Bio' both sit on the bed.

Scott: Mind games, Drago's greatest strength. If that's true, him trying to tell us that our work is in vein seems to suggest that he isn't a very tough opponent. People like him came into SAW, and simply couldn't make the grade. I've met hundreds of them, big men that made out that they're human wrecking machines, but when put in a wrestling simply fail. They used to fall to much smaller men because they had no technique. When put in front of another man, the fear could be seen in their eyes. Drago's the same.

Scott takes a sip of his water, and then downs the glass. He then pours himself some more.

Mr.Hahn: Drago mustn't be underestimated Scott. He's physically tough, but you're right in saying that his tough exterior simply covers what is inside him. Every time that he is struck, he feels weaker. Getting out of the blocks quickly against him will destroy0 him. He'll fall down, and will be unable to fight back because his face will turn white, and he will suffer from shock. He'll lose his sense of awareness, and that'll be when you Biohazard begin to unleash your fury! You WILL kick him when he is down, and you WILL be his last opponent. As well as never wanting to fight again, you'll make it so that he can't ever fight again! It will be physically impossible for him to fight again.

Hahn then stands up again, and approaches the glass jug. Instead of topping up his water though, he picks up the phone.

Mr.Hahn Room service?...Yeah, that's right. Can you send up your gourmet buffet please?.... Oh yes, extra chicken legs please... No, barbeque style please... Yes, that's right, this is Ivan Drago's room, he said we could order whatever we like in his absence, he's due back quite shortly... Oh, and please can we have a bottle of your finest champagne please?... No, thank you.

Hahn puts the phone down, and Scott Rikera approaches the curtains. He undraws them to reveal the balcony of the hotel appartment that Ivan drago has been staying in over the last few days.

Scott: (smiling)Mind games eh?

--END OF SEGMENT--