WWE: The PPV Soundtrack-2007

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Beginning a new ongoing series for me where I will be gathering up all the pay-per-view anthems of each year in World Wrestling Entertainment and putting them together into a collection listed year by year. The first focuses on the soundtrack to 2007, a year which gave us a seemingly endless Cena reign, the age of Orton, Save_US.Y2J, an injury prone World Title picture, basketballs, and perhaps the most signficant tragedy in wrestling history, the Benoit murder/suicide

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FanScript Samples#3-Inspector Gadget

 

PENNY:

Hey

GORDON:

Hi

PENNY:

Listen, don’t let Roxanne get to you

GORDON:

They’re right though aren’t they?

PENNY:

You want an honest opinion?

GORDON:

Everyone seems to have one of me…none of it is particularly flattering

PENNY:

It seems you’re coming up with policies that you’re not sure you believe in, you just want them to be alternatives to whatever Roxanne’s put together

GORDON:

Great, so I’m no man with a plan, even in your eyes…

PENNY:

I’m just used to your plans coming apart

GORDON:

All my plans to ever ask you out maybe, but this was different Pen, it was so much different

PENNY:

All plans need to have commitment and passion put behind it, you had the passion, but just not the commitment

GORDON:

You realize this is stuff Roxanne’s already said to me, only said much nicer, which is surprising coming from you

PENNY:

Gordon,  it’s better hearing this from someone who likes you than someone who doesn’t.

GORDON:

You like me all of a sudden?

PENNY:

You think all of those efforts to force your romantic notions on me make me like you less? They annoy me, but they don’t change the way I feel about you

(she clutches his hand tightly)

PENNY:

I may not reciprocate your feelings, but I understand them, and I tolerate them, and through it all, you’ve never gotten mad at my rejections or stopped caring about me, that leaves an impression on a girl more.

GORDON:

Thanks Penny

(They hug. Penny seems to enjoy the hug a bit too much, Gordon silently mouths “I love you”, she doesn’t hear it)

Suddenly, Penny’s beeper goes off)

PENNY:

It’s the hospital, I gotta go.

 

Power Rangers-No Trace of Glass

 

POWER RANGERS:

NO TRACE OF GLASS

Note: This fanfic contains major spoilers for the finale of Power Rangers Dino Supercharge, which has aired internationally. If you are sensitive to spoilers, do not read this until you have seen the episode.

In the year 3016, in the city of Silver Hills. Chaos was unfolding.

A contingent of raptors had broken free of their holding pens and was rampaging through the city streets. Citizens were gripped in a state of panic; some fearing they would too crippled by crippling anxiety to move until adrenaline kicked in and pushed them forward towards the nearest monster exits.

But for one mother and her child, this fear, this ultimate nightmare scenario, was swiftly made flesh. A horrifying reality.

The reality, three raptors, etched closer and closer to them, their backs pinned against a wall. They could not move to the right or left of them, nor ahead. The creatures encircled them on all fronts. Their jaws widening, their sharp teeth on display.

They moved in to strike, final prayers from the mother could be heard dancing across her lips.

And then her prayers were answered. A fierce round of laser blasts ignited the area, narrowly missing the raptors, but managing to startle them and create an opening for the mother and child to escape.

The mother fled south, and as she ran, she spotted the proud men and women who served under the Time Force banner rushing past her, rifles in hand, led by a woman in tight leather jeans and a black tank top, holding a crossbow in her hands. She placed a pink crystal-tip diamond atop it.

“Be sure not to hit them, keep them confused, long enough for me to coordinate my aim” instructed the woman as she raised her crossbow slowly and targeted the three as her men continued to rain down heavy duty firepower across the area, keeping them in a straight line. Now it was their anxieties that were manifesting, afraid of being struck, and that made them more dangerous.

The woman had to act fast, and act fast she did.

She took aim and shot the pink diamond from her crossbow, as it flew through the air, it separated into three pieces, which ignited into ferocious energy that, when it impacted on the scales of the raptors, illuminated them in a wild burst of cherry pink flame before forming an energy net around them that softly soothed them into slumber.

“If only you could have one of these for every occasion” remarked one of the Time Force agents.

“Too much pink energy is dangerous” the woman remarked.

She approached the sleeping raptors and stroked the side of one of them as it still seemed distressed.

“Easy there, easy” she said, stroking the side of one of the beasts.

“Progress Jen?” came a voice on her communicator.

Jen answered it.

“Raptors in this wing secure Alex, but I’d much rather discuss elephants”

“Elephants?” asked Alex.

“The distant elephants lingering in the room” said Jen, “You got some time to talk?”

“What is it you want Jen?” continued Alex, slight irritation in his voice.

“I need you to tell me all you can on the Morgan contingent” she said.

Alex hesitated for a moment. His gut instinct was this was going to lead to an unravelling of sorts, an end to the current order, and he once again felt compelled to avert that as he had done in the past, or was it present? Future?

But Jen’s instincts had been right before, and had saved the whole of the space-time continuum in the past. He decided to take the risk.

“Very well, the situation is looking grim across other sections of the city” he said.

Jen requested a ride back to Time Force headquarters. She got it.

Walking through the cold and dimly lit corridors gave Jen troubling memories of the last time the place had proven so uninviting, and memories seemed all she had now. Memories, but not experiences, she no longer felt connected to what she was reminiscing about, and that troubled her.

Troubled her to the extent she had begun seeking out answers.

She entered Alex’s office. Sitting in a large chair, her former fiancé swung around, carrying a tablet in his hand. He bent over the table and handed it to Jen as she etched closer to his table.

Jen looked at the imagery on the tablet, a string of visual imagery from inside an alien ship, several humans, armed with blasters, doing battle with the crew of the ship, one of them firing some kind of magnetron at the planet that ensnared a giant walking the Earth.

Eventually, the ship was sent into the heart of the Earth’s sun.

“This is a recording taken from the invulnerable black box of that alien ship” said Alex. “All hands were lost, except for the Morgan contingent”

“I had read stories about this, whispers from aliens who were resistant to sweeping changes in the timeline, almost through force of will”

“Kind of like us right?” said Alex.

“Time travel seems to shield us all from this kind of thing” said Jen, “For a time anyway”

“I hope that wasn’t a joke” said Alex, “At least not one with my sense of humour in mind”

“There was something important about this ship, something important about its cargo”

“Meteorites” said Alex.

“Meteorites…yes, they were important to Earth’s history. They caused the extinction of the Dinosaurs” realized Jen, “I remember that much, from the previous timeline, but…it’s close to fading. How come no paradox wormholes have opened up over that?”

“It doesn’t seem to be an issue this time, everything still happened, only Dinosaurs existed alongside humanity” said Alex.

“But that makes no sense…shouldn’t it? Humanity was created as way of nature adapting to the loss of the last dominant species, it prompted an evolutionary cornerstone, and how can it all just be as it always was when one factor taken out of the equation is allowed to remain in place?” Jen spoke, confused.

“There is one possibility that we’re thinking of sharing with the public on this matter…wishful thinking” said Alex. Jen didn’t exactly follow.

“Years ago, the Turbo Rangers were involved in a struggle involving a magical wishing coin…” Alex began, Jen cut him off.

“That’s how you’re going to explain it?”

“Magic doesn’t need an explanation” said Alex.

“You know what? Those were humans present on that ship, then that means they were time travellers, like us, so our next course of action is to go back and prevent them from sending that ship into the sun and averting the extinction of the Dinosaurs”, It’s that, or we risk the whole city coming unglued by what remains within the equation” snapped Jen.

Against character, fuelled by whatever lingering experiences were still committed to his changing memory, Alex listened to his gut over his rational mind once again.

“Very well, take your team and go” he said, “Go there in the moments before the Morgan contingent can board, carefully open a time window in front of the vessel, and allow it to pass through to a safe quadrant of space, but cut the cord attaching the meteors from the ship so that they can fall back down to Earth. No need to apprehend or reprimand the Morgan contingent for simply doing the right thing in their minds at the time. They are, after all, Rangers”

“And what about the giant?” Jen asked

“Use the Time Force Megazord” Alex replied.

“If I hadn’t jilted you, I’d kiss you right now” said Jen, and rushed out of the office to get changed.

Alex glanced over to the window to look out at his city. Mutants and Dinosaurs causing carnage together.

Shatter the intentions of those who mean to do us harm, yet leave no trace of glass“. He thought cautiously to himself.

 

Doctor Who-The Time of the Doctor

Exciting times ahead for DW fans. Power of the Daleks may be getting an officially sanctioned animated adaptation, CLASS’s premiere is but a month away, and then there’s only a few weeks until the Christmas special. Before you know it, we’ll be well on our way to the moment we’ve all been prepared for, Moffat’s departure

But cast your minds back to 2013 when we were all prepared for another sudden departure, as Matt Smith boweed out of the TARDIS and made room for our current holder of the house…or box, or whatever.

Yes, from the vault of edits passed, I bring you my long overdue edit of Time of the Doctor.

 

 

I first dabbled with an edit of this not long after it’s 2013 transmission and with this version I made adjustments and improvements to the elements I changed. We don’t get any nudity/holographic clothes here, a lot of that was very easy to smooth over with the aid of the television soundtrack. Also gone is the whole of Clara’s interactions with her family as well as Eleven’s long-winded speech and phantom Amy. Here, The Doctor regenerates at the belltower and comes up the TARDIS steps as Capaldi.

A well prepared moment for us all.

Bob’s Burgers-Keep The Sky Close

BOB’S BURGERS:

KEEP THE SKY CLOSE

Contains spoilers for the episode “Earsy Rider”

The trek home was proving to be a daunting task for Tina and Gene as they tried to keep their youngest sibling in check.

Twice she had attempted to storm back over to where she had lost her ears and scream raw and rudely at the heavens, begging whatever God might exist to bring the upstart bully Logan back to the spot and surrender his prize back to her.

She felt like the heavens were falling.

As they walked up the road, Louise kept her hands firmly pressed down on her head; covering her exposed hair and trying not to look any familiar street dweller with direct eye contact in case they recognized her and became curious as to why she had suddenly parted ways with her ears.

The walk back to her father’s business, and their home, was paved with excruciating detours as she cut in and out of alleyways and behind dumpsters to avoid the other kids coming home from school, especially the ones with the sort of mouths that would let loose all kinds of gossip if they caught sight of her.

“You’re making it feel like Mordor, stop souring my homecoming experience” cried Gene, himself getting perturbed with Louise’s behaviour.

“Gene’s got a point Louise, trying to avert attention is only going to draw people to you” said Tina in agreement.

“If they want to talk shop, I’ll be sure to talk smack when I know who they are” Louise snapped back, “Until then, leave me be, I’ve got a rescue mission to strategize”

“You can’t be comfortable in a position like that, why don’t you sit down and meditate a bit over what you’re going to do” advised Tina.

Louise lifted all but three fingers off her hair before anxiously pinning them back down to her head again. Her anxiety levels were so high she couldn’t contemplate life without something above her ears.

A piece of her was missing. Without it, she couldn’t sooth her soul.

She took in deep breaths, but this only resulted in her holding in her breath in hopes she could pass out rather than live with this kind of pain any longer. Gene and Tina had to help her to her feet several times as she staggered and swayed from side to side, almost spilling over into the road and into the midst of traffic.

“Ok, we’re taking the bus the rest of the way, you sit here and we’ll check for the times they’re usually due” said Tina, resting Louise on a seat.

“Just leave me to drift out with the rest of the tide” said Louise, refusing even to spread her arms over the seat.

As she looked up at the clouds, her wild imagination was strangely passive, as abstract imagery formed in her mind’s eye.

Clouds that would, to her, normally take the shape of a fist hitting a face or pulling the hair out of a wild ogre in Logan’s likeness were instead replaced with tiny pin drops and whirlpools. All this accompanied by strange music.

In the corner of her eye, she spotted the source. It was Rudy, his headphones plugged into his ears, with concert hall music playing at full blast.

Louise was slightly annoyed at the sound levels, but she couldn’t pry a hand off her hair to tap him on the shoulder and plead him to cut out the commotion.

Rudy suddenly glimpsed her next to him, and could read from her face she was troubled.

“Louise, hey, I’m sorry if I was disturbing you” said Rudy as he took his earphones off and switched off his walkman.

“Hey, I’m good buddy, don’t worry” said Louise, trying to make it look as if she was more relaxed.

Rudy was concerned, he could read her expressions and tell that she was far from calm.

“You waiting for something?” he asked

“Yeah, a bus” Louise replied.

“You sound more like you need closure on something” said Rudy.

“Closure? Me? My life’s pretty open-ended at this age” insisted Louise.

“What happened to your ears?” asked Rudy.

“I didn’t feel like wearing them” lied Louise.

“You’re missing them though, I’m guessing you didn’t part with them on purpose” he said.

“Promise you won’t go about telling people about this?” said Louise.

“I’d probably be too busy hyperventilating to utter a word” joked Rudy, in relation to his asthma.

“I wish you wouldn’t joke about that dear, it’s more serious than what’s not on my head” cautioned Louise.

“Hey, laugh in the face of fear is my motto” said Rudy.

“You saying I’m scared now?” joked Louise.

“You sound short of breath” said Rudy

“Yeah, well my recent experience today took the wind out of my sails. Once I calm down, I should be alright. I just can’t get over what happened” Louise confessed.

“Well, I’m sure you’ll find a way to resolve it in your own time, here, let me make time for you now, let me make it a bit better” Rudy said, and placed his hands behind Louise’s head, lifting it ever so slightly and forming two bunny ears with his middle fingers

“Ok, spread those wings” he said.

Louise smiled, and slowly raised her two arms off her head, she relaxed and looked back at the clouds.

“The music you were playing…that was what they call ‘absolute music’ wasn’t it?” she said

“Yeah, it’s some boring arrangement for our music class, I’d rather listen to trash metal” said Rudy.

“No, no, it’s good, it’s always good to have nothing normal going on up here, that was just a nicer kind of abnormal” Louise confessed.

“Is that what you need right now? Because you sound like you want to kick ass, not listening to music that sucks ass” said Rudy.

“The hard knocks can wait ’till tomorrow, you mind walking me home so long as you can keep your own little ‘ears’ waggling behind me until we get there?” she asked, placing a hand tenderly on his own.

“Sure thing” said Rudy.

She got up just as Tina and Gene made their way back and before long Louise was walking home clutching Tina and Gene’s hands with Rudy keeping his fingers above her head as promised.

He’d also, at Louise’s request, given her his MP3 player and headphones.

As she walked back home, her family and best friend beside her, she looked upwards again at the clouds and allowed the abstract to make the most of her abnormal day.

All while her angel kept to his word, keeping the sky close to his hands, and preventing the heavens from coming down.

Fan Script Samples#2-Inspector Gadget

In a change to the current plan, I now intend to make this fan script the basis for a short form “pitch pilot” for a potential fan-made Inspector Gadget film

 

This scene occurs shortly after John Smith (Gadget) is injured when attempting to thwart a robbery

BRENDA:

You’re Quimby, the police chief?

CHIEF QUIMBY:

Doctor Bradford, I am so sorry to hear about your father, he was a fine man, and an essential asset to this city’s…

BRENDA:

…Gadgetini programme, I know, I know. My dad’s murder isn’t important right now, the condition of your operative is.

QUIMBY:

How is he Doctor?

BRENDA:

Stable, but he’s lost a lot of function in most of his body. With your permission, I would like to try my hand at some experimental surgery utilizing the best resources of the Bradtech facilities

QUIMBY:

Wait a minute, you want to dummy run the Gadgetini programme on a live  human being?

BRENDA:

That HAS always been the intention behind the programme, to install bionics into working human tissue, and it’d be no ‘dummy run’ , this procedure would result in permanent results.

QUIMBY:

I know all about you and your father’s frankenstiening Doctor….

BRENDA:

Oh, I hate that word

QUIMBY:

 The city may be bleeding every budget in funding it, but not everyone approves. I don’t want to count myself among them, but this is a man’s life you’re gambling with.

BRENDA:

Your operative tried to save my father’s life last night Chief, this is the least I can do for him. You may call it ‘frankenstiening’,  I call it a helping hand…and a leg, and a limb…

QUIMBY:

Any other good news you’d like to share?

BRENDA:

There was significant damage done to the central parts of the brain, we’ve tried minimizing the extent of the injury’s impact , but I’m afraid even with the repairs, he may have a lack of…discipline in regard to cohesive thought.

QUIMBY:

You trying to tell me my best cop is retarded or something?

BRENDA:

Oh I hate that word also

(A sudden commotion soon interrupts their conversation, they turn around to find a YOUNG GIRL with BLONDE PIGTAILS and a RED AND WHITE shirt struggling to advance towards them, and being restrained by orderlies)

QUIMBY:

Who’s that?

BRENDA:

Mr. Smith’s niece. He talked about her often

(The niece resists attempts to calm her down, a doctor tries restraining her, she will have none of it)

MALE DOCTOR:

He’s in surgery young lady, you can’t see him

NIECE:

Let me go

(Quimby turns back to Brenda)

QUIMBY:

Let me deal with this, inform me of further progress

BRENDA:

Yes Chief

(He approaches  the girl)

QUIMBY:

You’re, John’s niece, right?

PENNY:

Penny. Penny Smith.

QUIMBY:

Listen Penny, your Uncle’s really sick, we’re trying to make him better, but this little fit of yours isn’t making anything better.

PENNY:

I should have went with him that night, me and B.R.A.I.N could have…

QUIMBY:

Brain?

PENNY:

Dog.  My dog. B.R.A.I.N is my dog. Totally.

 

FanScript Samples#1-Inspector Gadget

For the time being, I’m going to be focusing strictly on writing fan script treatments for movies I felt could have been improved upon. The first I aim to tackle is 1999’s INSPECTOR GADGET. I intend to use as many elements of the original movie as possible, but will also be utilising aspects of the 1980s animated series.

 

Here’s a sample of how my movie starts

The full script will be available to download from this blog in the future. Samples of this will continue to be uploaded as we progress.

INSPECTOR GADGET

Ext-BRADTECH LABS-NIGHT

(It is a clear crisp evening, we begin with the sight of a PALE MOON and PAN DOWN to a LEAN, TALL  SECURITY GUARD. He is twirling a night stick and humming a merry tune to himself (“I’ll Be Your Everything” by Youngtown)

Close to his right side is a BOOTH,  within which is a MUCH OLDER WOMAN (late 50s), talking over the phone. She becomes slightly irritated by the male’s singing)

WOMAN:

JOHN, pipe it down will you? I can’t hear the supervisor.

(The man, John, turns and walks over to the booth)

JOHN:

Don’t you mean, ‘I can’t hear myself THINK?’

WOMAN:

Oh real funny you sexist pig. No man tells me what to think

JOHN:

With the fee they currently pay you, are you quite sure about that?

(the woman resumes listening to the unheard voice on the phone. She nods as she understands something, then hangs up. She gives John an icy glare)

WOMAN:

You think you’re real funny don’t you?

JOHN:

This job’s made you far too uptight, it’s my civic duty to loosen you up

WOMAN:

That’s my  problem with you John, you’re always on duty.

(John resumes his whistling, the woman just shakes her head)