Post by Zero on Jan 20, 2013 15:00:31 GMT -5
[This week’s scene fades open to show Shaun Cross knocking frantically at Warren Bay’s front door. It’s fairly early in the morning, so of course on weekends “The Beatdown” is still snoozing. A stream of profanity is suddenly heard as heavy footsteps approach the door. Sarcastically, Warren himself begins to pound on the door from the inside.]
Shaun: Warren, man let me in! I have huge fuckin’ news!
Warren: Shaun?! What the fuck, man?! Huge enough to drag my ass outta bed over?!
SC: Yes! Now c’mon, man it’s freezing out here!
[Warren chuckles to himself from inside the house, eventually opening the door, letting Shaun in. Shaun gets inside and takes his jacket off.]
WB: Do you own a long-sleeve shirt, honestly?!
[Warren says sarcastically]
SC: Oh probably somewhere…
[Shaun laughs a bit]
Dude, don’t bother sitting down, you’ll just jump back up when I tell you this…!
WB: Okay then, spit it out! Lemme guess…Your puppy had kittens or some shit like that…?
SC: Nah dude, this is way bigger of a deal. It involves TNT next week…A certain match is gonna finally happen!
WB: Oh no, dude Soulsfate’s gonna wreck your shit!
SC: No. Warren shut up and listen…You remember my match with Tyler Rose?
WB: You’re wrestling that porno priss again!? The Walking, Talking Encyclopedia of Sexually Transmitted Disease…? The Chlamydia Kid…? The Go-Getter of Gonorrhea…? The Tiny Trouser-Snake…? Shaun you better stop me, I could continue forever, man.
[After catching his breath from laughing so hard, Shaun takes a deep breath and tries to regain the seriousness.]
SC: Yeah…I’m wrestling The Chlamydia Kid again. Only this time something’s at stake. This could be it, Warren. This could be the huge break I’m looking for in MPW. Tell me, Warren…You do know that Jason Xavier won the TV title at Army of One right?
WB: Yeah bro, I ordered that Pay-Per-View. Fuckin’ good effort you put into the Rumble, you almost had that shit, dude!
SC: Well I dunno about that much, I gue-
[Shaun is interrupted in mid-sentence]
WB: But yeah, I saw the Triple Threat…That had…Tyler Rose in it…
[Shaun grins for ear to ear as Warren suddenly figures out the news.]
Holy shit Shaun Cross; you’ve got yourself a match for the #1 contender spot?!
[Shaun nods slowly, still with the same enormous smile across his face. Warren congratulates him extensively, making up for all of the jesting and razzing he’d done in the past. Stillness takes over for a moment, before Warren’s demeanor turns sour.]
Fuck dude…What are you gonna do if you go on to even beat Xavier and win the title?!
SC: What do you mean? If I win the title, I win the title and wrestle bigger matches?
WB: Dude…Kale…
SC: Oh son-of-a-bitch! He has that NMWA doesn’t he? I dunno really, why?
WB: Well he’s taken the liberty in booking you…Tonight…
SC: You’re kidding right?! He’s booked me in a match, four days before the biggest match in my MPW career?! Goddamn it…I need to have a word with him. Let’s go…Now…He’ll be at the Community Center setting up by the time we get there right?!
WB: Well no…he’s expanding. Tonight’s “Monday Night Meltdown” is actually in Topsfield…That’s why he booked you…
SC: No shit…?
[Warren nods, seeing the wheels turning in Shaun’s mind as he ponders whether he should make an appearance or not.]
WB: Yeah, at the East Range school…
SC: Dude, I haven’t set foot in those doors since high-school…He’s really putting on a show there?! Warren…I can’t pass that up…
WB: That’s what Kale thought too…
[The scene fades as they continue to speak. The day passes, it’s now dark; the parking lot of the small elementary school in Shaun’s hometown of Topsfield is packed. Children, parents and old friend he hadn’t seen for what seemed like ages were all there. This was surely one of the biggest events that Topsfield had seen in quite a while. The biggest room in the K-8 school, the 7th and 8th grade room acted as the dressing room for the show. The posters on the wall were all different than he’d last saw, though the cold white bricks remained. The layout of the tables were different, he counted eighteen chairs though…Almost the same as his days in the old place…]
Unknown Speaker: Missssster Severance…Or should I call you Mr. Cross now…?
[Shaun heard a familiar, yet surprising voice from behind him. He turned around to see the grey haired, bearded man he’d known literally all of his life. The longtime principal of the school he’d grown up in, and 7th-8th grade teacher, Mr. Chuck Murphy.]
SC: Missssster Murphy!?
[Shaun replied, remembering the classic exchange they always greeted each other with. The two shake hands. Still impressed with how in-shape Mr. Murphy is. Well past retirement age and still working with young’uns, probably pushing 70 by now, he looks as if HE could even be in contention for Xavier’s title.]
CM: So Kale tells me that this wrestling thing has been rather kind to you, huh?
SC: Oh, you could say that. If you’ve heard of Millennium Pro Wrestling, that’s where I’m working now.
CM: Well congratulations on going so far. Have you “gotten over” as they say in your line of work?
SC: Oh I think I’m getting there.
[Shaun smiled, with a bit of excitement in his voice, still almost in shock to see Mr. Murphy again.]
I actually have the chance to wrestle in a title match soon. If I win the match I’m in on Thursday, that’ll put me up as the number one contender.
CM: Well as you’ve heard many a time, I quite frankly despise pro wrestling…I mean…The Danforth kids that come here practically begged me to let Mr. Jenson book a show here…But no matter how much disdain I hold for the “sport”, considering I know that you’re competing professionally in it I guess it won’t kill me to watch Thursdays episode…You have my full support.
SC: Thank you, Mr. Murphy. Now, go take a seat, the show’s about to start!
[Shaun said with another big smile, though inside his head still quite pissed off at Kale. The two men shook hands once again before Chuck left the room.]
WB: Wouldn’t kill him…Jesus would ya listen to that?! It wouldn’t kill him to watch an episode…So that’s your old teacher huh?
[Shaun turns his attention back to Warren with a nod.]
SC: Yeah man, bit of a hard-ass, but not a bad guy at all.
WB: So I see…Hey, you gonna cut a promo tonight? Kale would love ya for it…
SC: Hmm…Fuck Kale…I’m not doing anything for him tonight. I’m only here to see people I haven’t seen in ages. He wants to book me in a company that he’s running? Fine go ahead, I’ll show up. That asshole knows that this is far from my main concern, he could called me and maybe asked what I was doing three days from now…It’s not like I’m flying to fucking Montana to wrestle a huge match right?! Fuck…Warren…I don’t even know who the hell I’m wrestling tonight, and I’m lacing my boots…
King: Me…
[Shaun turns around sharply, following the gruff, smoke ridden voice of Jacob Fischer, known in IWE (and now NMWA) as King…]
SC: Well this is fuckin’ great isn’t it? No offense of course, Jake…But damn…He books me behind my back against someone billed as a monster…Yay me huh…?
[Shaun shakes his head as everyone in the locker room has their eyes directed toward him. Everyone seems stunned at his sudden outburst.]
Fuck it…Lets have the match. Let’s have a great match…
[The scene fades again to a short flashback of that nights match. King delivers a crushing Tombstone Piledriver to Shaun, pinning him 1, 2, 3. As the flashback disappears, the sound of the wind is heard as the camera swiftly moves toward the merry-go-round on the schools playground later that night…The wind is causing it to spin ever so slowly with an eerie creaking noise. The camera then pans around to the large swing set, the wind gently nudging a few.]
The Northern Maine Wrestling Alliance…
The couple matches I’ve worked here have been fun. I’ve got to see a lot of great friends, wrestling a couple of them. I lost tonight…No big deal…I’m not worried about it. As of now…Kale Jenson…If you can find another MPW wrestler to haul their ass to Maine to wrestle in an elementary school gym, now’s the time to do it…I won’t be anymore. You went behind my back after a long night of that Army of One Rumble, to book me in a match in YOUR territory, not knowing about any of my prior commitments. I’m wrestling Tyler Rose (again), this time for the number one contender spot to the Millennium Pro Wrestling Television Championship. Tyler gave me a helluva match when we wrestled before, I’m expecting no different this time around…I can’t wait. On a related note, I’m pretty damn happy with my performance at the Rumble. I didn’t win, but I didn’t do half bad for a newbie coming in at #5 and staying almost until the end…
[Shaun sits down and slides down the metal slide, sitting on the edge at the bottom as his feet hit the cold night ground.]
But already, that’s the past. I tend to think very much in the present. Tyler Rose…Playboy I assure you, you better pack a lunch. It’s gonna be a long day at the office come this Thursday.
[The camera slowly moves toward the window of Mr. Murphy’s classroom. It looks in the window; straight ahead the chalkboard is seen. In white chalk, the words “Dedicated to Mr. Chuck…It was great seeing you, old man”. The scene fades to black, coming to an end]
Shaun: Warren, man let me in! I have huge fuckin’ news!
Warren: Shaun?! What the fuck, man?! Huge enough to drag my ass outta bed over?!
SC: Yes! Now c’mon, man it’s freezing out here!
[Warren chuckles to himself from inside the house, eventually opening the door, letting Shaun in. Shaun gets inside and takes his jacket off.]
WB: Do you own a long-sleeve shirt, honestly?!
[Warren says sarcastically]
SC: Oh probably somewhere…
[Shaun laughs a bit]
Dude, don’t bother sitting down, you’ll just jump back up when I tell you this…!
WB: Okay then, spit it out! Lemme guess…Your puppy had kittens or some shit like that…?
SC: Nah dude, this is way bigger of a deal. It involves TNT next week…A certain match is gonna finally happen!
WB: Oh no, dude Soulsfate’s gonna wreck your shit!
SC: No. Warren shut up and listen…You remember my match with Tyler Rose?
WB: You’re wrestling that porno priss again!? The Walking, Talking Encyclopedia of Sexually Transmitted Disease…? The Chlamydia Kid…? The Go-Getter of Gonorrhea…? The Tiny Trouser-Snake…? Shaun you better stop me, I could continue forever, man.
[After catching his breath from laughing so hard, Shaun takes a deep breath and tries to regain the seriousness.]
SC: Yeah…I’m wrestling The Chlamydia Kid again. Only this time something’s at stake. This could be it, Warren. This could be the huge break I’m looking for in MPW. Tell me, Warren…You do know that Jason Xavier won the TV title at Army of One right?
WB: Yeah bro, I ordered that Pay-Per-View. Fuckin’ good effort you put into the Rumble, you almost had that shit, dude!
SC: Well I dunno about that much, I gue-
[Shaun is interrupted in mid-sentence]
WB: But yeah, I saw the Triple Threat…That had…Tyler Rose in it…
[Shaun grins for ear to ear as Warren suddenly figures out the news.]
Holy shit Shaun Cross; you’ve got yourself a match for the #1 contender spot?!
[Shaun nods slowly, still with the same enormous smile across his face. Warren congratulates him extensively, making up for all of the jesting and razzing he’d done in the past. Stillness takes over for a moment, before Warren’s demeanor turns sour.]
Fuck dude…What are you gonna do if you go on to even beat Xavier and win the title?!
SC: What do you mean? If I win the title, I win the title and wrestle bigger matches?
WB: Dude…Kale…
SC: Oh son-of-a-bitch! He has that NMWA doesn’t he? I dunno really, why?
WB: Well he’s taken the liberty in booking you…Tonight…
SC: You’re kidding right?! He’s booked me in a match, four days before the biggest match in my MPW career?! Goddamn it…I need to have a word with him. Let’s go…Now…He’ll be at the Community Center setting up by the time we get there right?!
WB: Well no…he’s expanding. Tonight’s “Monday Night Meltdown” is actually in Topsfield…That’s why he booked you…
SC: No shit…?
[Warren nods, seeing the wheels turning in Shaun’s mind as he ponders whether he should make an appearance or not.]
WB: Yeah, at the East Range school…
SC: Dude, I haven’t set foot in those doors since high-school…He’s really putting on a show there?! Warren…I can’t pass that up…
WB: That’s what Kale thought too…
[The scene fades as they continue to speak. The day passes, it’s now dark; the parking lot of the small elementary school in Shaun’s hometown of Topsfield is packed. Children, parents and old friend he hadn’t seen for what seemed like ages were all there. This was surely one of the biggest events that Topsfield had seen in quite a while. The biggest room in the K-8 school, the 7th and 8th grade room acted as the dressing room for the show. The posters on the wall were all different than he’d last saw, though the cold white bricks remained. The layout of the tables were different, he counted eighteen chairs though…Almost the same as his days in the old place…]
Unknown Speaker: Missssster Severance…Or should I call you Mr. Cross now…?
[Shaun heard a familiar, yet surprising voice from behind him. He turned around to see the grey haired, bearded man he’d known literally all of his life. The longtime principal of the school he’d grown up in, and 7th-8th grade teacher, Mr. Chuck Murphy.]
SC: Missssster Murphy!?
[Shaun replied, remembering the classic exchange they always greeted each other with. The two shake hands. Still impressed with how in-shape Mr. Murphy is. Well past retirement age and still working with young’uns, probably pushing 70 by now, he looks as if HE could even be in contention for Xavier’s title.]
CM: So Kale tells me that this wrestling thing has been rather kind to you, huh?
SC: Oh, you could say that. If you’ve heard of Millennium Pro Wrestling, that’s where I’m working now.
CM: Well congratulations on going so far. Have you “gotten over” as they say in your line of work?
SC: Oh I think I’m getting there.
[Shaun smiled, with a bit of excitement in his voice, still almost in shock to see Mr. Murphy again.]
I actually have the chance to wrestle in a title match soon. If I win the match I’m in on Thursday, that’ll put me up as the number one contender.
CM: Well as you’ve heard many a time, I quite frankly despise pro wrestling…I mean…The Danforth kids that come here practically begged me to let Mr. Jenson book a show here…But no matter how much disdain I hold for the “sport”, considering I know that you’re competing professionally in it I guess it won’t kill me to watch Thursdays episode…You have my full support.
SC: Thank you, Mr. Murphy. Now, go take a seat, the show’s about to start!
[Shaun said with another big smile, though inside his head still quite pissed off at Kale. The two men shook hands once again before Chuck left the room.]
WB: Wouldn’t kill him…Jesus would ya listen to that?! It wouldn’t kill him to watch an episode…So that’s your old teacher huh?
[Shaun turns his attention back to Warren with a nod.]
SC: Yeah man, bit of a hard-ass, but not a bad guy at all.
WB: So I see…Hey, you gonna cut a promo tonight? Kale would love ya for it…
SC: Hmm…Fuck Kale…I’m not doing anything for him tonight. I’m only here to see people I haven’t seen in ages. He wants to book me in a company that he’s running? Fine go ahead, I’ll show up. That asshole knows that this is far from my main concern, he could called me and maybe asked what I was doing three days from now…It’s not like I’m flying to fucking Montana to wrestle a huge match right?! Fuck…Warren…I don’t even know who the hell I’m wrestling tonight, and I’m lacing my boots…
King: Me…
[Shaun turns around sharply, following the gruff, smoke ridden voice of Jacob Fischer, known in IWE (and now NMWA) as King…]
SC: Well this is fuckin’ great isn’t it? No offense of course, Jake…But damn…He books me behind my back against someone billed as a monster…Yay me huh…?
[Shaun shakes his head as everyone in the locker room has their eyes directed toward him. Everyone seems stunned at his sudden outburst.]
Fuck it…Lets have the match. Let’s have a great match…
[The scene fades again to a short flashback of that nights match. King delivers a crushing Tombstone Piledriver to Shaun, pinning him 1, 2, 3. As the flashback disappears, the sound of the wind is heard as the camera swiftly moves toward the merry-go-round on the schools playground later that night…The wind is causing it to spin ever so slowly with an eerie creaking noise. The camera then pans around to the large swing set, the wind gently nudging a few.]
The Northern Maine Wrestling Alliance…
The couple matches I’ve worked here have been fun. I’ve got to see a lot of great friends, wrestling a couple of them. I lost tonight…No big deal…I’m not worried about it. As of now…Kale Jenson…If you can find another MPW wrestler to haul their ass to Maine to wrestle in an elementary school gym, now’s the time to do it…I won’t be anymore. You went behind my back after a long night of that Army of One Rumble, to book me in a match in YOUR territory, not knowing about any of my prior commitments. I’m wrestling Tyler Rose (again), this time for the number one contender spot to the Millennium Pro Wrestling Television Championship. Tyler gave me a helluva match when we wrestled before, I’m expecting no different this time around…I can’t wait. On a related note, I’m pretty damn happy with my performance at the Rumble. I didn’t win, but I didn’t do half bad for a newbie coming in at #5 and staying almost until the end…
[Shaun sits down and slides down the metal slide, sitting on the edge at the bottom as his feet hit the cold night ground.]
But already, that’s the past. I tend to think very much in the present. Tyler Rose…Playboy I assure you, you better pack a lunch. It’s gonna be a long day at the office come this Thursday.
[The camera slowly moves toward the window of Mr. Murphy’s classroom. It looks in the window; straight ahead the chalkboard is seen. In white chalk, the words “Dedicated to Mr. Chuck…It was great seeing you, old man”. The scene fades to black, coming to an end]