Post by Zero on Feb 23, 2013 18:43:25 GMT -5
Shaun Cross: I’m absent for one week and a monkey gets thrown into the wrench…
[The scene opens up to show Shaun sitting on the small seat attached to a green ice shack on the frozen lake in his hometown of Topsfield. An ice auger lies next to a hole in the ice, a tip-up set in the hole, ready to hook “the big one”. Shaun actually looks dressed for winter today, in ski-pants and a heavy jacket.]
First off, I guess I’ll commend Captain Chlamydia for winning that X-Scape match two weeks ago…But when the fuck did that constitute a title shot before the number one contender? I can’t say I necessarily agree with Jason’s tactics, but I feel I should say “good…” at his winning effort...And Hell, I’ll even address my condolences to Trey Baxter, I don’t know ya well, but I hope you’re doin’ better….Eh, I digress…back to the matter at hand…We’re still two weeks away from Road to Glory…Tyler Rose…You’ve become one helluva thorn in my side lately. If I had my way, you’d be far away from Road to Glory next month. But I guess last week, Laura Tavares took some liberty into pitching a knuckleball, turning my title shot into a goddamn Triple Threat…Tyler…Watching TNT from home last week, seeing that ignorant grin on your face when you heard that little announcement…It seems that you’re happy with that? I knew you were in porn for a reason…But now it’s clear, you must love having more than one man muckle onto ya at a time…
[Shaun smirks and stands up and walks over to check the fishin’ hole he’d cut.]
Hmm, there we go!
[He chuckles a bit as he pulls up a medium size lake trout.]
Ya got nowhere to run now ya little bastard. You won’t be swipin’ my bait anymore huh?
[He quickly sets the tip-up again and goes to sit back down.]
Speaking of nowhere to run…Shit, I’ve only been in one Steel Cage Match in my whole career…I was still in Boston Wrestling Revolution if my memory serves me right…Yep, I was. It was one of Jason and I’s best matches…Helluva match…I’m undefeated in the cage though…
[He laughs a bit to himself]
Now YOU have nowhere to go, Mr. Rose. You want Xavier’s title? Go through me…C’mon, try it…Because there’s no way…No way you’ll be victorious this week, let alone at Road to Glory. There’s no way you or any cronies you could happen to pay off can have anything up your sleeve. Think of the cage as an equalizer, only two people can get in and only one leaves. Now, I’ve been watching a couple of Clint Eastwood’s old western movies…Consider this match a duel at high-noon You’re the egotistical outlaw stumbling out of the brothel...I’m just the lowly gunslinger ridin’ through town…Listen up cowpoke, do yourself a favor and get outta Dodge, head back up Brokeback Mountain…You’ve never beaten me Tyler, I don’t foresee you starting any time soon, or at all for that matter…Now, never being the most eloquent man in the world, I don’t have any deep philosophical ramblings to jump into, but I don’t think that’s needed anyways, this Steel Cage Match is mine. Don’t worry Tyler…It won’t take long…
[The scene fades to black, before coming up again. It’s the next day, Shaun is just now driving back into Portland when he sees a familiar face wandering down the sidewalk. He pulls to the side of the road and rolls the frosty car window down.]
Warren! What’s goin’ on, man?!
[Shaun’s former IWE colleague, Warren “The Beatdown” Bay turns to see Shaun and hustles to the side of the car.]
WB: Oh…Hey, Shaun…Not a whole lot, looking for a new apartment…
SC: New apartment…why? You’re not living in that dudes building anymore?
WB: Nah man…The old fucker evicted me…Said I was a horrible tenant…Loud, obnoxious, ruckus…All that crap…
SC: Ah yeah…Where you livin’ now?
[Shaun eyes his friend up and down, he doesn’t look like he’s changed his clothes in days.]
WB: Shelter across town…It’s not great, but I have a pillow under my head…
SC: Shit dude…Get in, you’re comin’ with me, you can crash on the couch until you get back together…
[Warren smiles gratefully and gets in. They start down the road and arrive back at Shaun’s house.]
WB: So…What’s been up, bud?
SC: Besides saving the homeless? Not a whole lot, I had last week off…
WB: Still not TV Champ huh? Ain’t that a shame…When’s that happening?
SC: Road to Glory…But apparently, Tyler Rose is a contender, cause it’s a Triple-Threat…
WB: Shit…How much dick did he have to suck to get THAT?!
SC: I’m afraid to know the number…
[The two share a laugh at another’s expense as they thought it was always good fun.]
WB: So wait, is Road to Glory this Thursday?!
SC: Nah, next…
WB: Oh, I gotcha…Well what about this Thursday? Big doings?
SC: Yeah…Tyler Rose in a Steel Cage Match…
WB: Fuck Tyler Rose! Well…Not literally, I dunno what the fuck you’d catch…
SC: Yikes, huh?
WB: Fuckin’ right, “yikes”! Dude, are you even worried about this match? This dick’s never beat you, I dunno if he can…
SC: I hate to sound too confident, but I’m pretty inclined to agree, he’s never pinned me or made me tap or anything…He’s given me a couple decent matches…But nothing to write home about…
WB: Right, I see what you’re sayin’. But hey man, you ever been in a cage before?
SC: Only once, in one of the fights of my career in BWR…
[Warren thinks for a moment and then remembers.]
WB: Jason?
SC: Yes, Jason indeed. Hey, how’s he doin’? I know he was pretty bummed when Kale moved…
WB: Oh he’s not bad, but he’s been better…He’s hopping from odd-job to odd-job, staying at home most of the time smoking pot and watching cartoons…only wrestling as a weekend-warrior sorta deal in IWE…That is, when he’s coherent enough to perform…
SC: Damn… …That dude ate, slept and breathed wrestling since he and I was kindergarteners…
WB: Well…As you know, Jason came from a…difficult home life…He always latched onto any sort of family atmosphere… When you quit the Northern Maine Wrestling Alliance and then Kale shut it down before he moved…That kinda left Jason without a family. He’s back in Danforth…
SC: Shit, man…Well, if you see him at the next IWE event, tell him I said “hey” and that he needs to check out TNT this Thursday, maybe it’ll spark some memories and get him back into the business fulltime again…
[Warren pauses again, thinking about their friend’s situation, unsure of what to say for a moment.]
WB: Will do, brother…And hey, where’d you say TNT was gonna be this week?
SC: I don’t believe I said…It’s gonna be in Arkansas.
WB: Ah yeah…Shit I might try to scrape up enough money to come with ya. Helluva experience for one of us small-time wrestlers to be on hand for a live taping
SC: Hey man, I’m still in your boat every time I step out for behind that curtain. The few months I’ve been in MPW, I haven’t got used to the sheer fuckin’ size of every crowd I see when I hit that ring…It’s breathtaking.
WB: Oh I get it, small-time at heart?
SC: That about sums it up…Yeah…
[The two continue to talk as the camera slowly fades out. Ending the scene.]
[The scene opens up to show Shaun sitting on the small seat attached to a green ice shack on the frozen lake in his hometown of Topsfield. An ice auger lies next to a hole in the ice, a tip-up set in the hole, ready to hook “the big one”. Shaun actually looks dressed for winter today, in ski-pants and a heavy jacket.]
First off, I guess I’ll commend Captain Chlamydia for winning that X-Scape match two weeks ago…But when the fuck did that constitute a title shot before the number one contender? I can’t say I necessarily agree with Jason’s tactics, but I feel I should say “good…” at his winning effort...And Hell, I’ll even address my condolences to Trey Baxter, I don’t know ya well, but I hope you’re doin’ better….Eh, I digress…back to the matter at hand…We’re still two weeks away from Road to Glory…Tyler Rose…You’ve become one helluva thorn in my side lately. If I had my way, you’d be far away from Road to Glory next month. But I guess last week, Laura Tavares took some liberty into pitching a knuckleball, turning my title shot into a goddamn Triple Threat…Tyler…Watching TNT from home last week, seeing that ignorant grin on your face when you heard that little announcement…It seems that you’re happy with that? I knew you were in porn for a reason…But now it’s clear, you must love having more than one man muckle onto ya at a time…
[Shaun smirks and stands up and walks over to check the fishin’ hole he’d cut.]
Hmm, there we go!
[He chuckles a bit as he pulls up a medium size lake trout.]
Ya got nowhere to run now ya little bastard. You won’t be swipin’ my bait anymore huh?
[He quickly sets the tip-up again and goes to sit back down.]
Speaking of nowhere to run…Shit, I’ve only been in one Steel Cage Match in my whole career…I was still in Boston Wrestling Revolution if my memory serves me right…Yep, I was. It was one of Jason and I’s best matches…Helluva match…I’m undefeated in the cage though…
[He laughs a bit to himself]
Now YOU have nowhere to go, Mr. Rose. You want Xavier’s title? Go through me…C’mon, try it…Because there’s no way…No way you’ll be victorious this week, let alone at Road to Glory. There’s no way you or any cronies you could happen to pay off can have anything up your sleeve. Think of the cage as an equalizer, only two people can get in and only one leaves. Now, I’ve been watching a couple of Clint Eastwood’s old western movies…Consider this match a duel at high-noon You’re the egotistical outlaw stumbling out of the brothel...I’m just the lowly gunslinger ridin’ through town…Listen up cowpoke, do yourself a favor and get outta Dodge, head back up Brokeback Mountain…You’ve never beaten me Tyler, I don’t foresee you starting any time soon, or at all for that matter…Now, never being the most eloquent man in the world, I don’t have any deep philosophical ramblings to jump into, but I don’t think that’s needed anyways, this Steel Cage Match is mine. Don’t worry Tyler…It won’t take long…
[The scene fades to black, before coming up again. It’s the next day, Shaun is just now driving back into Portland when he sees a familiar face wandering down the sidewalk. He pulls to the side of the road and rolls the frosty car window down.]
Warren! What’s goin’ on, man?!
[Shaun’s former IWE colleague, Warren “The Beatdown” Bay turns to see Shaun and hustles to the side of the car.]
WB: Oh…Hey, Shaun…Not a whole lot, looking for a new apartment…
SC: New apartment…why? You’re not living in that dudes building anymore?
WB: Nah man…The old fucker evicted me…Said I was a horrible tenant…Loud, obnoxious, ruckus…All that crap…
SC: Ah yeah…Where you livin’ now?
[Shaun eyes his friend up and down, he doesn’t look like he’s changed his clothes in days.]
WB: Shelter across town…It’s not great, but I have a pillow under my head…
SC: Shit dude…Get in, you’re comin’ with me, you can crash on the couch until you get back together…
[Warren smiles gratefully and gets in. They start down the road and arrive back at Shaun’s house.]
WB: So…What’s been up, bud?
SC: Besides saving the homeless? Not a whole lot, I had last week off…
WB: Still not TV Champ huh? Ain’t that a shame…When’s that happening?
SC: Road to Glory…But apparently, Tyler Rose is a contender, cause it’s a Triple-Threat…
WB: Shit…How much dick did he have to suck to get THAT?!
SC: I’m afraid to know the number…
[The two share a laugh at another’s expense as they thought it was always good fun.]
WB: So wait, is Road to Glory this Thursday?!
SC: Nah, next…
WB: Oh, I gotcha…Well what about this Thursday? Big doings?
SC: Yeah…Tyler Rose in a Steel Cage Match…
WB: Fuck Tyler Rose! Well…Not literally, I dunno what the fuck you’d catch…
SC: Yikes, huh?
WB: Fuckin’ right, “yikes”! Dude, are you even worried about this match? This dick’s never beat you, I dunno if he can…
SC: I hate to sound too confident, but I’m pretty inclined to agree, he’s never pinned me or made me tap or anything…He’s given me a couple decent matches…But nothing to write home about…
WB: Right, I see what you’re sayin’. But hey man, you ever been in a cage before?
SC: Only once, in one of the fights of my career in BWR…
[Warren thinks for a moment and then remembers.]
WB: Jason?
SC: Yes, Jason indeed. Hey, how’s he doin’? I know he was pretty bummed when Kale moved…
WB: Oh he’s not bad, but he’s been better…He’s hopping from odd-job to odd-job, staying at home most of the time smoking pot and watching cartoons…only wrestling as a weekend-warrior sorta deal in IWE…That is, when he’s coherent enough to perform…
SC: Damn… …That dude ate, slept and breathed wrestling since he and I was kindergarteners…
WB: Well…As you know, Jason came from a…difficult home life…He always latched onto any sort of family atmosphere… When you quit the Northern Maine Wrestling Alliance and then Kale shut it down before he moved…That kinda left Jason without a family. He’s back in Danforth…
SC: Shit, man…Well, if you see him at the next IWE event, tell him I said “hey” and that he needs to check out TNT this Thursday, maybe it’ll spark some memories and get him back into the business fulltime again…
[Warren pauses again, thinking about their friend’s situation, unsure of what to say for a moment.]
WB: Will do, brother…And hey, where’d you say TNT was gonna be this week?
SC: I don’t believe I said…It’s gonna be in Arkansas.
WB: Ah yeah…Shit I might try to scrape up enough money to come with ya. Helluva experience for one of us small-time wrestlers to be on hand for a live taping
SC: Hey man, I’m still in your boat every time I step out for behind that curtain. The few months I’ve been in MPW, I haven’t got used to the sheer fuckin’ size of every crowd I see when I hit that ring…It’s breathtaking.
WB: Oh I get it, small-time at heart?
SC: That about sums it up…Yeah…
[The two continue to talk as the camera slowly fades out. Ending the scene.]