HD: CW/Parka promo

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Cut backstage, to The Parka. Standing in one of the more secluded hallways in the arena, Parka is making presumably a private phone-call, which is pretty hard to do in a wrestling arena, what with the cameras and people and stuff. What he's saying we can't quite hear, because the camera is a little way away. Far enough away to see two shadows loom over into shot.

 

WRIGHT

Well well, if it isn't 'The Parka'.

 

Parka turns his head and, seeing Christian Wright and Bohemoth, quickly tell the person on the other end of the line that "I'll call you back", before hanging up.

 

WRIGHT

Finally emerged from your hiding place have we, Parka?

 

PARKA

Excuse me?

 

WRIGHT

What were you doing on September 25th? Better yet, what was I doing on September 25th? Sitting, twiddling my thumbs in Boston, Massachusets, that's what! I didn't much appreciate you running out on our scheduled encounter Parka. I showed up at Dirty Deeds and waited around the arena for TWO HOURS before finally, someone had the courtesy to inform me you'd cancelled your appearance and were instead 'visiting family'.

 

PARKA

That's right...

 

Scoffing, Wright turns to Bohemoth.

 

WRIGHT

Hark, he doesn't even deny it!

 

PARKA

Of course I don't deny it. I was with my family. In Houston. Believe me, I'm as sorry as you about not getting to take up your little challenge at Dirty Deeds.

 

WRIGHT

So sorry that you took a family vacation regardless?

 

PARKA

I'd hardly call preparing for a Category 4 Hurricane and sitting on the side of the road for countless hours with no petrol a 'vacation'. Besides, my family are more important than anything. If I'm worried about them, I'm going to concern myself with them, not some jumped up upstart.

 

Scoffing again, Wright laughs.

 

WRIGHT

Worried? About what, may I ask...that a branch may get blown off in the breeze and hit someone? I've experienced more dangerous winds sitting in front of a box-fan than anyone saw from that...'so called' 'Hurricane'. Your excuses are pitiful Parka...just as you yourself appear to be!

 

Parka is slowly beginning to fume more and more, just about holding his temper in check as Wright and Bohemoth sneer on.

 

PARKA

Listen, 'Shakespeare'...if you think I'm afraid of you, you're dead wrong! I've fought people a whole lot bigger, a whole lot badder and a whole lot tougher than you could ever hope to be! So, don't you worry yourself, Christian. You'll still get your match with me. Infact, it's already been rescheduled. For World Without End. And believe me, nothing's going to stop me from beating you this time...nothing. Oh, and while I think of it, I also got myself a shot at the HI-YAH Heavyweight Championship, next week. So, I guess I'll be seeing you both sooner than you thought.

 

Eyes opening wide, Wright turns to Bohemoth and stares at the belt hanging over his shoulder, before staring back at The Parka, speechless. Bohemoth doesn't seem nearly as worried as Wright though and nods, as Parka walks off out of shot. Watching on, Wright pats Bohemoth's title defiantly, the bigman staring off in Parka's path as we fade back out.