Post by Zero on Feb 6, 2013 22:02:10 GMT -5
[The scene opens to show Shaun Cross sitting in his hotel room in Omaha. It’s February 6th, one night away from that week’s TNT, he’s scheduled to wrestle Ian Andrews. He’s relaxing a bit before the busy day and night ahead. Wearing a faded Led Zeppelin t-shirt and flannel pajama pants, he’s settled in the room watching Duck Dynasty on the A&E network when his cell phone rings. He rolls over on the bed and grabs it, answering it. He answers in the same way every male raised in the state of Maine does when in his pajamas…No matter the time of day.]
Shaun Cross: Mornin’! What’s happenin’, man?
Warren Bay: Hey bud, where you been?
SC: Well, I’m in Nebraska right now, just chillin’ at the hotel before tomorrow night, how about yourself?
WB: Oh not much, been just dickin’ around the house all day. Yeah, man, about tomorrow, who you rasslin’?
SC: Ian Andrews…Dunno how that’s gonna be, last I knew, he was pretty busted up.
[Shaun stands up and stretches, wandering the small room as they talk.]
WB: Right, they’re puttin’ ya up against him? Where the hell’s Jason X? Isn’t he who you’re supposed to be focused on?
SC: That’s what I thought at first…Then I heard three words…Road to Glory.
WB: Goddamn that’s awesome, dude! The biggest event of the year and you’ve got yourself a title match!
SC: Well you know, man, that’s not until March. Ian Andrews is my main concern right now.
WB: Concern? Dude, Ian got the shit knocked out of him last week, to be honest; I wouldn’t be too concerned about this match…
SC: Nah, man, I gotta take every match just as seriously as the next.
[There’s a short silence on the other end.]
WB: Do you ever think you take things TOO seriously?
[Silence is heard from Shaun’s end this time for a moment before he delivers a short, stern answer.]
SC: No…
WB: …Well then, I guess that answers my question…So…Any particular strategy for tomorrow?
SC: Not really, do what I always try to, have a good match.
WB: Knowing you in singles competition, you definitely won’t fail in that respect. I think you’ve already got this one in the bag, man…
SC: Yeah, maybe…Hey, thanks for callin’, man, it was nice hearin’ from ya but I gotta go, my cell’s dying…
WB: Yeah, dude, good luck tomorrow.
SC: Thanks a bunch, I’ll see ya when I get home…
WB: Yep, see ya…
[And with that, the two friends hung up. Shaun sits back down on the bed in the (almost) silence, Duck Dynasty still playing at a low volume. He begins to talk to himself…]
SC: Take things too seriously? Nah…
[He scoffs]
Ian Andrews…You’re saying I’m not the issue tomorrow night? Hmm…We’ll see…I should never be considered “not an issue” in the eyes of my opponent…You want revenge on Taufik? Fine…Our match is first though…Who knows? You might not be able to get up to your big business when we’re done…See you tomorrow night…
[The scene fades as Shaun relaxes again, turning the TV’s volume up and chuckling a bit at the show.]
Shaun Cross: Mornin’! What’s happenin’, man?
Warren Bay: Hey bud, where you been?
SC: Well, I’m in Nebraska right now, just chillin’ at the hotel before tomorrow night, how about yourself?
WB: Oh not much, been just dickin’ around the house all day. Yeah, man, about tomorrow, who you rasslin’?
SC: Ian Andrews…Dunno how that’s gonna be, last I knew, he was pretty busted up.
[Shaun stands up and stretches, wandering the small room as they talk.]
WB: Right, they’re puttin’ ya up against him? Where the hell’s Jason X? Isn’t he who you’re supposed to be focused on?
SC: That’s what I thought at first…Then I heard three words…Road to Glory.
WB: Goddamn that’s awesome, dude! The biggest event of the year and you’ve got yourself a title match!
SC: Well you know, man, that’s not until March. Ian Andrews is my main concern right now.
WB: Concern? Dude, Ian got the shit knocked out of him last week, to be honest; I wouldn’t be too concerned about this match…
SC: Nah, man, I gotta take every match just as seriously as the next.
[There’s a short silence on the other end.]
WB: Do you ever think you take things TOO seriously?
[Silence is heard from Shaun’s end this time for a moment before he delivers a short, stern answer.]
SC: No…
WB: …Well then, I guess that answers my question…So…Any particular strategy for tomorrow?
SC: Not really, do what I always try to, have a good match.
WB: Knowing you in singles competition, you definitely won’t fail in that respect. I think you’ve already got this one in the bag, man…
SC: Yeah, maybe…Hey, thanks for callin’, man, it was nice hearin’ from ya but I gotta go, my cell’s dying…
WB: Yeah, dude, good luck tomorrow.
SC: Thanks a bunch, I’ll see ya when I get home…
WB: Yep, see ya…
[And with that, the two friends hung up. Shaun sits back down on the bed in the (almost) silence, Duck Dynasty still playing at a low volume. He begins to talk to himself…]
SC: Take things too seriously? Nah…
[He scoffs]
Ian Andrews…You’re saying I’m not the issue tomorrow night? Hmm…We’ll see…I should never be considered “not an issue” in the eyes of my opponent…You want revenge on Taufik? Fine…Our match is first though…Who knows? You might not be able to get up to your big business when we’re done…See you tomorrow night…
[The scene fades as Shaun relaxes again, turning the TV’s volume up and chuckling a bit at the show.]