Post by Deleted on Jan 31, 2013 18:25:03 GMT -5
Note: I've been unable to turn this in until now, due to work. I'm past the deadline so I understand if it doesn't count. Wanted to send it in anyway though. Enjoy!
*** Somewhere in upstate New York, at what is known as the $Elite Care Facility$. This is a private hospital and psyche ward owned and operated by the $$C.M.B$$ for their contracted talent and other employees. It has been rumored that on more than one occasion, one or more enemies have found their way into the psyche ward for supposed “observation”. Today, we find Tyler Rose in a hospital bed, his chest and hands bandaged up. His face has a few minor bruises, but otherwise looks to be in good condition. He winces as he shifts in his bed slightly.
The man who heads up the $Playboy$ division within the $$C.M.B$$, Chazz is standing at the foot of the bed. He wears black slacks and shoes, and a silver silk shirt, unbuttoned, with black Ray Ban shades in the front pocket. He looks long at Tyler in the bed, and shakes his head with a sigh.[/i] ***
{Chazz}: You’re lucky my friend. I’ve seen the brotherhood take people for good for much less. Your ass is in this hospital room only because I saved it. I don’t know how much more I can do for you. Now my ass is on the line here, and if it comes down to me or you… there’s no choice in this. I like you Tyler, we’ve been friends for a long time… but I will cut off the dead branch before it topples the entire tree.
{Tyler Rose}:[/b] I get it man. I don’t know what the hell is wrong with me. I got a slow start, but then I began to pick up momentum. Now, it seems I can’t do a damn thing right anymore. It doesn’t help that Jill put me MIA with $ilken $ecrets.
{Chazz}: You know as well as I did that wasn’t her call. You screwed up, so you have to pay the price. They actually expected you to turn it around not getting to bang for the buck. When that failed, they resorted to more… drastic measures. You’re lucky… it’s only bruised ribs. The doctor said you shouldn’t be wrestling this week on TNT, but that’s not an option. You’ve got to team up with Jason X and pull a win.
{Tyler Rose}:[/b] Ok. That’s doable.
{Chazz}:[/b] Not so fast. Winning isn’t going to cut it anymore. You’ve got to dominate this thing. Show the powers that be that you still have it. Jason X punked your ass but good and he’s your team mate. You have to show them something this week. I mean really show them something.
{Tyler Rose}:[/b] They expect me to be 100% after this beat down?! What the hell do they want me to do?! I can’t control X! What if he refuses to tag me in?!
{Chazz}:[/b] Figure it out. All I know is, you’ve got one final shot at making this work. You blow it this week, and your contract, already up for review, is likely to be terminated with extreme prejudice.
*** A few days later, we are back in Las Vegas. We find ourselves in some back alley, dimly lit with Tyler Rose slowly walking toward the camera. He wears black sweats, white sneakers, and no shirt. His ribs are taped up, both hands have some tape around them as well. His face shows signs of minor bruising.[/i] ***
{Tyler Rose}:[/b] Looks like it’s do or die time for me. For the past few weeks I’ve been below sea level and sinking fast. Not what I wanted… I mean who the hell ever wants to be on a losing streak like this. Some would say I wasn’t taking it serious enough. That I was too much into my adult film career and I deserve it. I disagree.
I’ve wrestled for quite some time while also enjoying my day job. It’s only here recently that I’ve begun to have some problems. But what do you do when you have issues? You deal with said issues and move on. That’s what I’m going to be doing this week on TNT. I have to pick up the pieces and begin to climb back up the mountain. Now Jason X can say whatever the hell he wants about having pity on me, and carrying me through the match. Truth is, regardless of my win/loss record, he’s damn lucky to be standing in the same ring with me.
That’s right! I’m a member of the $$Cash Money Brothers$$ organization. There’s a reason why X isn’t on their radar. He’s not worth their time and effort. That’s not ego, that’s simple fact. Maybe I have lost my step these past few weeks, but with TNT I’m going to get back on the right road. That’s just all there is to it. I know what I have to do, and so I’m going to set out to do it.
Our opponents are going to find out that they probably shouldn’t form a tag team after this TNT. I don’t give a rats ass about Jason X, but I’m here to get the job done, and that’s to win this match. I’ll do whatever it takes to accomplish that goal, and come hell or high water my hand will be raised at the end. Normally, I might say they have a shot at beating us because we’re a thrown together team, we’re not friends… but not this time. I’m fighting on borrowed time, and it’s do or die! Willing this match is what I’m going to do, with our without the help of Jason X.
*** Tyler stares down the camera as it slowly fades to black.[/i] ***
*** Somewhere in upstate New York, at what is known as the $Elite Care Facility$. This is a private hospital and psyche ward owned and operated by the $$C.M.B$$ for their contracted talent and other employees. It has been rumored that on more than one occasion, one or more enemies have found their way into the psyche ward for supposed “observation”. Today, we find Tyler Rose in a hospital bed, his chest and hands bandaged up. His face has a few minor bruises, but otherwise looks to be in good condition. He winces as he shifts in his bed slightly.
The man who heads up the $Playboy$ division within the $$C.M.B$$, Chazz is standing at the foot of the bed. He wears black slacks and shoes, and a silver silk shirt, unbuttoned, with black Ray Ban shades in the front pocket. He looks long at Tyler in the bed, and shakes his head with a sigh.[/i] ***
{Chazz}: You’re lucky my friend. I’ve seen the brotherhood take people for good for much less. Your ass is in this hospital room only because I saved it. I don’t know how much more I can do for you. Now my ass is on the line here, and if it comes down to me or you… there’s no choice in this. I like you Tyler, we’ve been friends for a long time… but I will cut off the dead branch before it topples the entire tree.
{Tyler Rose}:[/b] I get it man. I don’t know what the hell is wrong with me. I got a slow start, but then I began to pick up momentum. Now, it seems I can’t do a damn thing right anymore. It doesn’t help that Jill put me MIA with $ilken $ecrets.
{Chazz}: You know as well as I did that wasn’t her call. You screwed up, so you have to pay the price. They actually expected you to turn it around not getting to bang for the buck. When that failed, they resorted to more… drastic measures. You’re lucky… it’s only bruised ribs. The doctor said you shouldn’t be wrestling this week on TNT, but that’s not an option. You’ve got to team up with Jason X and pull a win.
{Tyler Rose}:[/b] Ok. That’s doable.
{Chazz}:[/b] Not so fast. Winning isn’t going to cut it anymore. You’ve got to dominate this thing. Show the powers that be that you still have it. Jason X punked your ass but good and he’s your team mate. You have to show them something this week. I mean really show them something.
{Tyler Rose}:[/b] They expect me to be 100% after this beat down?! What the hell do they want me to do?! I can’t control X! What if he refuses to tag me in?!
{Chazz}:[/b] Figure it out. All I know is, you’ve got one final shot at making this work. You blow it this week, and your contract, already up for review, is likely to be terminated with extreme prejudice.
*** A few days later, we are back in Las Vegas. We find ourselves in some back alley, dimly lit with Tyler Rose slowly walking toward the camera. He wears black sweats, white sneakers, and no shirt. His ribs are taped up, both hands have some tape around them as well. His face shows signs of minor bruising.[/i] ***
{Tyler Rose}:[/b] Looks like it’s do or die time for me. For the past few weeks I’ve been below sea level and sinking fast. Not what I wanted… I mean who the hell ever wants to be on a losing streak like this. Some would say I wasn’t taking it serious enough. That I was too much into my adult film career and I deserve it. I disagree.
I’ve wrestled for quite some time while also enjoying my day job. It’s only here recently that I’ve begun to have some problems. But what do you do when you have issues? You deal with said issues and move on. That’s what I’m going to be doing this week on TNT. I have to pick up the pieces and begin to climb back up the mountain. Now Jason X can say whatever the hell he wants about having pity on me, and carrying me through the match. Truth is, regardless of my win/loss record, he’s damn lucky to be standing in the same ring with me.
That’s right! I’m a member of the $$Cash Money Brothers$$ organization. There’s a reason why X isn’t on their radar. He’s not worth their time and effort. That’s not ego, that’s simple fact. Maybe I have lost my step these past few weeks, but with TNT I’m going to get back on the right road. That’s just all there is to it. I know what I have to do, and so I’m going to set out to do it.
Our opponents are going to find out that they probably shouldn’t form a tag team after this TNT. I don’t give a rats ass about Jason X, but I’m here to get the job done, and that’s to win this match. I’ll do whatever it takes to accomplish that goal, and come hell or high water my hand will be raised at the end. Normally, I might say they have a shot at beating us because we’re a thrown together team, we’re not friends… but not this time. I’m fighting on borrowed time, and it’s do or die! Willing this match is what I’m going to do, with our without the help of Jason X.
*** Tyler stares down the camera as it slowly fades to black.[/i] ***