Mean Machine / Flying Eagle Feud Scene 2

*A voice on the PA booms “Time to MAN UP,” and the opening bars of Sugar Ray’s “Mean Machine” herald the arrival of Mean Machine himself at the top of the ramp. He stalks towards the ring, ignoring the fans jeering and cheering him on either side of the ring. His face is contorted with rage.*

Brandon: What is this? He’s not scheduled to be out here now!

Andrew: Keep your shirt on. It looks like he’s got something important on his mind. Or somebody…

*Mean Machine climbs into the ring and gestures impatiently for a microphone. He gives it two quick slaps with his palm to make sure it’s live, producing a pair of loud *THUMP* sounds that echo through the arena.*

Mean Machine: Cut my music! [his theme fades out] I warned those clowns in the back. I warned them not to cross me, not to play hero. “Just be cool, and stay out of my way and we’ll all be pals,” I said. [seething with anger] Turns out SOMEBODY WASN'T LISTENING!

Andrew: Uh-oh, looks like somebody’s taking a trip to the woodshed.

*Agitated, Mean Machine paces back and forth in the ring as he speaks, punctuating his sentences with short, violent gestures. The hard camera is having trouble staying on him, so a cameraman quickly climbs into the ring and we switch to the close-up camera.*

Mean Machine: No, SOMEBODY had to ride in on a white horse and stick his nose into MY business. Not smart, Tonto. Not smart at all. You got a little off the reservation, Chief, and now it’s time to pay the price. Get your ass out here, Flying Eagle. Right now!

Brandon: He’s calling out Flying Eagle! This must be about that scuffle in the canteen they had earlier.

Andrew: Gee, you think so?

*Flying Eagle’s music hits, and as the crowd cheers, the handsome young Apache walks through the curtain at the head of the ramp carrying a microphone.*

Flying Eagle:[calmly] I have no quarrel with you, Machine. You misbehaved and you were punished. The matter is closed.

Mean Machine: [incredulous] PUNISHED? That’s what you call bushwhacking a man from behind while he’s trying to talk to a pretty girl, eh? That’s justice where you come from, Injun?

Brandon: [outraged] We all saw the footage from the canteen. That was no ambush, and that bully was certainly doing a lot more that talking to Candy.

Andrew: Will you loosen up? No wonder you can’t get any action with the ladies if you flip out over a little flirting…

Flying Eagle: Your words are false. All these people know the truth. [to the crowd] Don’t you?

*The crowd cheers*

Mean Machine: [infuriated at the crowd] Shut up! All of you!

Flying Eagle: You’re not fooling any of them.

Mean Machine: To hell with these chumps. You think you’re such a big, righteous dude. Mr. John Wayne in a war bonnet, eh? Mister new sheriff in town, are you? Get your ass down to this ring right now and take your medicine like a brave.

Flying Eagle: I fight for honor, not to soothe the egos of little men like you.

Andrew: Ooh. I don’t think he should have said that…

Brandon: Why not? He’s taking the high road.

Andrew: Yeah, the high road to the emergency room maybe.

Mean Machine: [smiling coldly now] Oh, so you need something to fight for. Is that it? Why didn’t you just say so?

*Suddenly our view swings wildly as Mean Machine grabs hold of the cameraman. We cut to the hard camera just in time to watch a vicious knee strike to the gut take all the starch out of the poor camera operator. Mean Machine stands him up, spins him around, and traps his neck in a tight Cobra Clutch hold.*

Mean Machine: [still holding the mic in one hand] How about now, mister hero? Still too good to fight me? I’ll choke the life out of this pencil-neck. I’ll snap his spine like a breadstick, I swear I will!

Brandon: My God, what is he doing? That man has a family!

Andrew: They better hope he has his insurance paid up.

Flying Eagle: Wait! Do not harm that man; he is no part of this. If it is a match you wish, you may have it later tonight. I will go and prepare myself right now.

Mean Machine: Damn right you will. Go put on your warpaint, Cochise. You better send some smoke signals back to the reservation, too. Tell ‘em you’ll be coming home in a pine box.

*Flying Eagle backs through the curtain, trying not to provoke further violence against the hostage. Mean Machine carefully watches him go, then releases the cameraman, who staggers a bit.*

Mean Machine: Deal’s a deal. No hard feelings, right Chumley?

*Mean Machine extends his hand to shake. the cameraman hesitates, then slowly reaches out his own. In a flash Mean Machine grabs the other man’s wrist and uses it to pull him forward into a brutal DDT that smashes his head into the mat. The crowd gasps in surprise.*

Mean Machine: [laughing] Just a little something to remember me by.

*Mean Machine rolls out of the ring to a chorus of boos from the crowd. He casually hops the crowd barrier at ringside and begins making his way up the aisle, shoving his way through the fans.*

Brandon: That man’s completely insane! Why on Earth did he knock out that poor cameraman? He already had what he wanted.

Andrew: C’mon Brandon, Double M is just thinking ahead is all. If he’s unpredictable like that it will keep his opponents guessing. That’s just good strategy.

Brandon: I hope Flying Eagle knows what he’s getting himself into. Can we get some medical help out here for that cameraman?

*Fade out*


Sorry this ran kind of long, but I wanted to bring the announcers into it a bit.

Longer is better, dnt worry.