Post by Zero on Mar 6, 2013 19:28:43 GMT -5
[This week’s scene begins on Sunday the 3rd with a flashback of Shaun’s victory in the Steel Cage Match against Tyler Rose:]
[Rose balances and dives off with the Money Shot! At the last second, Cross rolls out of the way as Rose crashes hard to the mat. They both squirm and get to their feet. They exchange punches back and forth. Cross whips Rose in to the ropes. Rose ducks a clothesline. Cross hits a back kick on Roses return. Rose kneels down and Cross lifts him up. He hits the Nail in the cross! He pins Rose]
1.....2.....3! Shaun Cross takes the win!
Bob Herman: What a win for Cross!
Thomas Simon: Great momentum heading in to the triple threat match at Road 2 Glory!
[Jason X gets up and looks in to the eyes of Shaun Cross. Cross motions the belt around his waist as the scene fades]
[The camera pans out to show that the clip was being watched on a TV. Shaun Cross, Kale Jenson and Warren Bay are all huddled around the TV watching a recording of last week’s TNT. Kale is the first to speak.]
KJ: Damn dude, that’s gotta get you pumped for Road to Glory huh?
SC: Oh definitely. I’m guessing Thomas is right here; momentum is on my side for sure.
KJ: You can say that again! You’ve got this TV title won, man!
WB: Kale’s right bud, Tyler can’t hold a candle to you at all. You’re so far outta his league, he’s missing the entire ballgame!
SC: Maybe, but y’all gotta remember, I really haven’t had much to do with Xavier. I’ve seen him in the ring, he’s good.
KJ: Dude, give yourself more credit; you’re no slouch when you step between those ropes.
WB: Yeah man, I mean don’t get me wrong, we don’t want your head to swell to bad, but you gotta start to talk more confidently about your ability! You’re a number one contender for Christ sakes! I’ll agree with you saying that Xavier’s definitely earned to wear that belt, but c’mon, you’re right there next to him dude!
KJ: And just think of the sheckles they’ll be payin’ ya if you win this!
[All three men laugh]
SC: Sheckles huh? I’ve always wanted to be paid in doubloons…
WB: What are ya some kinda pirate now?!
SC: Fuckin’ right I’m a pirate!
[The three friends all share another laugh. It gets quiet for a moment before Kale stands up and stretches. He clicks the TV off before beginning to speak.
KJ: So Shaun, when you leavin’ broseph?
SC: I’m headin’ out day after tomorrow, gettin’ there Wednesday, then Road to Glory is Thursday…How ‘bout you?
KJ: I’m headin’ back to Mass Tuesday too. Don’t worry man, unless the bastards shut my satellite off cause I haven’t paid the bill, you can be sure as shit I’ll be watching on Thursday, cheerin’ you on all the way till the end.
SC: Ah yeah, thanks man, appreciate it greatly.
[Shaun smiles wide at the support.]
KJ: And if they have cut my TV, I’ll hop a fuckin’ train if I have to and be right back in Portland watchin’ with Warren.
SC: Now that’s some dedication!
[Warren agrees with Kale and the conversation eventually gets around to mentioning the mutual friend in Jason Porter.]
Warren dude, you remember when I first got into MPW, you told me your thought of “The Grudge Match of the Millennium”? I had a dream about that a few days ago man. It was so crazy…It ended up being a Hell in the Cell match at Road to Glory between Jason and I. He won.
WB: Dude, if the higher ups at MPW gave Jason the chance to do that with you, with the history between the two of you, goddamn…I almost can’t imagine the potential.
SC: Yeah but, unfortunately and fortunately that isn’t the matter this Thursday. Warren, I’m gonna have to agree with you and not pay too much worry to Rose. The shit he pulled last week, that’s a sign of a desperate man…He gave me a decent match…but then had to get risky and go big to really leave a mark.
KJ: By the looks of the bump, the only marks he left were on his ribs…
[Shaun cracks up laughing; Warren soon joins as the ever quick thinking, smooth talking Kale Jenson grins onward. Being gifted with the talent of humor is something Kale was lucky to have. He reveled at being able to make people laugh. Whether it be some of his voice impressions, quipping one-liners or his dose of “fool proof” pickup lines. He often kept the atmosphere of the room very light.]
…What? You saw how he landed. I’da gone through the fuckin’ ring…
[He also wasn’t opposed to jesting at his own rather rotund stature.]
WB: Hey man, you can’t be all high and mighty and downplay someone who took a risk for something they needed…I remember some dude in Chaos Wrestling International by the name of Shaun Cross getting put outta action a couple years back…But shit yeah man, Tyler shouldn’t really even be on your mind. I think it’s now really impossible for him to beat you…I mean, don’t keep him completely out of mind…He could be a slimy little fuck.
SC: Yeah…and I did that thing I shouldn’t have and went on and read up on what kinda smack he’s been talking on the internet. Goddamn guy’s really thinking of anything he can say to “prove” he’s still relevant in this match. I mean, going so far as to say that I’ve never beat him…The new him? What the hell is that? I’m pretty sure I’ve got a few wins over him by now…
KJ: Nah dude, maybe he’s just gonna completely revamp his gimmick before Thursday?!
[Silence falls upon the room before Shaun and Warren look at one another in a silent communication before both yelling out the same thing.]
SC&WB: CAPTAIN CHLAMYDIA!!
[Shaun’s cell phone rings. He grabs it off the coffee table and looks at who’s calling..]
SC: Shit, someone’s ears musta been burning…It’s Jason calling..
[He flips the phone to answer. Only half of the conversation can be heard.]
SC: Ello?
JP:
SC: Oh, not a whole lot, just chillin’ with Kale and Warren…They say hi!
JP:
SC: Yeah, yeah he’s up from Mass for the weekend.
[Shaun thinks for a moment, seeing the puzzled looks on Warren and Kale’s faces.]
Hang on bro, I’m putting ya on speaker…
[He clicks the button and sets the phone on the table as the three sit on the couch.]
JP: What’s goin’ on guys?!
WB: Not much man, how you hangin’ in there?
SC: Yeah Jase, what’s been up? Warren tells me you’re some sorta recluse now? You’re hardly leaving your house, let alone wrestling regularly…Man when we were kids you used to live for wrestling, I can’t imagine you just throwing it to the breeze…
JP: Ah, ya know how it is Shaun. In all honestly, since Kale left and shut down the NMWA I’ve just kinda lost that spark…
SC: I guess I get it. In a promotion ran by a friend and he suddenly shuts it down leaving you without a job. I hear ya…I think…Hey man…What’re you doing starting Tuesday?
JP: Not a ton, bud, just kind dickin’ around as usual…
SC: Ah yeah, say…How do you do on airplanes?
[The scene fades out as they continue to talk. The second scene opens up on the afternoon of Wednesday the 6th with Jason Porter and Shaun Cross walking into the massive American Airlines Arena in Texas. A couple wrestlers are milling around, but that day it’s generally just the large tech crew setting up for the event coming the following evening.]
C’mon Jase. Climb in, dude.
[Shaun coaxes Jason into stepping between the ropes as they both get into the barren ring. Jason stops in his tracks once in the center and spins around in a slow circle, in awe.]
JP: Fuckin’ A, Shaun…This place is gonna be packed?! This place is fuckin’ huge!
SC: Hell yeah man…What’s that Foo Fighters tune? “Shafted actors stacked to the rafters?” That’s exactly what a big event feels like.
JP: Shit and I thought packing a gym in Topsfield was a big event…I’m feelin’ like the one freshwater trout in the ocean of sharks being in here…
SC: Shit dude, I still feel like that from time to time, and I work here…It’s a big undertaking to be here…
JP: Yeah man…The biggest names all flock here. Shit, you’re one of them now huh?
SC: Dang, you don’t need to sound so spooky about… “One of THEM…” Creepy shit, man.
[They pause for a moment. Jason looks around the arena again. Suddenly, Shaun runs backwards and springs off the ropes, whizzing past Jason springing off the opposites before catching himself and stopping.]
I’ve got an idea!
JP: Shaun. Please. No. I know what you’re fuckin’ thinkin’, asshole…
SC: Jase c’mon, let’s have one more…On the biggest stage of ‘em all…Right here, right now. No cameras, no crowd...except the various techy guys wandering around rigging the place up…I need a good warm up for tomorrow.
JP: Dude no way! I don’t even have gear with me…
SC: Jase…The apron of this ring says “MPW Road 2 Glory” on it…This isn’t the Northern Maine Wrestling Alliance, this isn’t Independent Wrestling Entertainment…This is Millennium Pro Wrestling and this is the biggest event of the year in the company, Road to fuckin’ Glory…Jason, I know you. I know without a shadow of a doubt you could be on this fuckin’ grand of a stage…You could be out of that fuckin’ single-wide in Danforth. You’re one of the most talented guys I’ve ever stepped in a ring with. Hell, if I had my way right now, the match I’m in tomorrow night would be a Fatal-Four-Way…My gear’s all at the hotel. But when the hell did that stop US? Shit, when did not having a ring stop US? And God, who knows? Maybe if the stars have aligned, the right person will see us here this afternoon and wanna hire you on the spot. If I owned this company or knew the person who did, and I saw a face I’d never seen before really holding his own against a number one contender…You can bet your bottom dollar I’d be on the phone pretty damn quick. Now I’m gonna quit rambling for a moment, I mean shit, much more and your head won’t be able to fit out the door of the building…What do ya say?
[Jason stands, gestating the adulation and the nausea…]
JP: Fuck dude…Shit…How can I say no now?
SC: Exactly.
JP: Fuck it, you’re on…But I’m blamin’ your jinxin’ ass if I don’t this MPW gig…
[The two laugh and take their jackets off, tossing them out of the ring, backing away from one another for a moment. They simultaneously give a nod and rush toward each other. The Scene cuts to black as they intensely lock up.]
[The third and final scene almost immediately cuts from the black. It shows Shaun Cross sitting Indian style still in his casual attire. It’s the 7th, the day of Glory. The place he’s in is dark, but the camera is zoomed just enough so one can’t tell where exactly he is. His hair is let down, there’s a sharp gleam of intensity in his eye. The camera pans out a bit; Shaun is sitting up in the rafters near the most distant emergency exit from the arena floor.]
SC: Well here we are. March 7th, the day of Glory…It’s been understood a hundred times, but tonight is the biggest shindig of the year. Been a helluva road huh? A tag team match, a cage match, that…silly Ultimate X-Scape match…What I would call a premature title defense for the champ and all the trash talk one could wish. Tyler Rose, we could go a hundred rounds and the outcome would always be less than kind on your end…I don’t think I need to elaborate much more, running the risk of repetition. So champ…It all comes down to you…
[Shaun stands as he speaks, beginning to walk down the steps from the top of the building.]
You see, when I became your number one contender…You wrote it off as beginners luck, you claimed I wasn’t a challenge, you called me a nobody.
[He pats his heart on the side of his chest, speaking with heavy sarcasm]
That hurts in here…
[He chuckles.]
I love it…Call me what you like, I know what I am. I know what I am and I love having the opportunity to prove people wrong. I also quite enjoy winning championship gold…So shit, I figure I can kill two stones with one bird tonight…Ya see, champ…I haven’t had a ton to say about you, I haven’t been too well acquainted with you to really have a decent opinion. But boys oh boys you haven’t been too afraid to toss around a bit of disparagement …Christ, good thing I don’t have some sorta complex about it huh? I’m too torn up about your down talking…”Shaun Cross? He’s a nobody. He’s no threat. I’m TV Champion for a reason.” Well…Yeah you are TV champ for a reason, Xavier, but I’m your number one contender for a reason. And more sooner than later, I’LL be the TV champ for a reason…
[Cross makes it to ringside and climbs into the ring. He remains silent until stepping to the center. The “Road 2 Glory” can be seen behind him. He looks into the camera and smirks.]
Mr. Xavier…Right here…
[He points down toward his feet, toward the canvas with the Road to Glory logo on it.]
Right here…I turn into somebody. Tyler Rose…Right here…This ends. See you boys tonight.
[Rose balances and dives off with the Money Shot! At the last second, Cross rolls out of the way as Rose crashes hard to the mat. They both squirm and get to their feet. They exchange punches back and forth. Cross whips Rose in to the ropes. Rose ducks a clothesline. Cross hits a back kick on Roses return. Rose kneels down and Cross lifts him up. He hits the Nail in the cross! He pins Rose]
1.....2.....3! Shaun Cross takes the win!
Bob Herman: What a win for Cross!
Thomas Simon: Great momentum heading in to the triple threat match at Road 2 Glory!
[Jason X gets up and looks in to the eyes of Shaun Cross. Cross motions the belt around his waist as the scene fades]
[The camera pans out to show that the clip was being watched on a TV. Shaun Cross, Kale Jenson and Warren Bay are all huddled around the TV watching a recording of last week’s TNT. Kale is the first to speak.]
KJ: Damn dude, that’s gotta get you pumped for Road to Glory huh?
SC: Oh definitely. I’m guessing Thomas is right here; momentum is on my side for sure.
KJ: You can say that again! You’ve got this TV title won, man!
WB: Kale’s right bud, Tyler can’t hold a candle to you at all. You’re so far outta his league, he’s missing the entire ballgame!
SC: Maybe, but y’all gotta remember, I really haven’t had much to do with Xavier. I’ve seen him in the ring, he’s good.
KJ: Dude, give yourself more credit; you’re no slouch when you step between those ropes.
WB: Yeah man, I mean don’t get me wrong, we don’t want your head to swell to bad, but you gotta start to talk more confidently about your ability! You’re a number one contender for Christ sakes! I’ll agree with you saying that Xavier’s definitely earned to wear that belt, but c’mon, you’re right there next to him dude!
KJ: And just think of the sheckles they’ll be payin’ ya if you win this!
[All three men laugh]
SC: Sheckles huh? I’ve always wanted to be paid in doubloons…
WB: What are ya some kinda pirate now?!
SC: Fuckin’ right I’m a pirate!
[The three friends all share another laugh. It gets quiet for a moment before Kale stands up and stretches. He clicks the TV off before beginning to speak.
KJ: So Shaun, when you leavin’ broseph?
SC: I’m headin’ out day after tomorrow, gettin’ there Wednesday, then Road to Glory is Thursday…How ‘bout you?
KJ: I’m headin’ back to Mass Tuesday too. Don’t worry man, unless the bastards shut my satellite off cause I haven’t paid the bill, you can be sure as shit I’ll be watching on Thursday, cheerin’ you on all the way till the end.
SC: Ah yeah, thanks man, appreciate it greatly.
[Shaun smiles wide at the support.]
KJ: And if they have cut my TV, I’ll hop a fuckin’ train if I have to and be right back in Portland watchin’ with Warren.
SC: Now that’s some dedication!
[Warren agrees with Kale and the conversation eventually gets around to mentioning the mutual friend in Jason Porter.]
Warren dude, you remember when I first got into MPW, you told me your thought of “The Grudge Match of the Millennium”? I had a dream about that a few days ago man. It was so crazy…It ended up being a Hell in the Cell match at Road to Glory between Jason and I. He won.
WB: Dude, if the higher ups at MPW gave Jason the chance to do that with you, with the history between the two of you, goddamn…I almost can’t imagine the potential.
SC: Yeah but, unfortunately and fortunately that isn’t the matter this Thursday. Warren, I’m gonna have to agree with you and not pay too much worry to Rose. The shit he pulled last week, that’s a sign of a desperate man…He gave me a decent match…but then had to get risky and go big to really leave a mark.
KJ: By the looks of the bump, the only marks he left were on his ribs…
[Shaun cracks up laughing; Warren soon joins as the ever quick thinking, smooth talking Kale Jenson grins onward. Being gifted with the talent of humor is something Kale was lucky to have. He reveled at being able to make people laugh. Whether it be some of his voice impressions, quipping one-liners or his dose of “fool proof” pickup lines. He often kept the atmosphere of the room very light.]
…What? You saw how he landed. I’da gone through the fuckin’ ring…
[He also wasn’t opposed to jesting at his own rather rotund stature.]
WB: Hey man, you can’t be all high and mighty and downplay someone who took a risk for something they needed…I remember some dude in Chaos Wrestling International by the name of Shaun Cross getting put outta action a couple years back…But shit yeah man, Tyler shouldn’t really even be on your mind. I think it’s now really impossible for him to beat you…I mean, don’t keep him completely out of mind…He could be a slimy little fuck.
SC: Yeah…and I did that thing I shouldn’t have and went on and read up on what kinda smack he’s been talking on the internet. Goddamn guy’s really thinking of anything he can say to “prove” he’s still relevant in this match. I mean, going so far as to say that I’ve never beat him…The new him? What the hell is that? I’m pretty sure I’ve got a few wins over him by now…
KJ: Nah dude, maybe he’s just gonna completely revamp his gimmick before Thursday?!
[Silence falls upon the room before Shaun and Warren look at one another in a silent communication before both yelling out the same thing.]
SC&WB: CAPTAIN CHLAMYDIA!!
[Shaun’s cell phone rings. He grabs it off the coffee table and looks at who’s calling..]
SC: Shit, someone’s ears musta been burning…It’s Jason calling..
[He flips the phone to answer. Only half of the conversation can be heard.]
SC: Ello?
JP:
SC: Oh, not a whole lot, just chillin’ with Kale and Warren…They say hi!
JP:
SC: Yeah, yeah he’s up from Mass for the weekend.
[Shaun thinks for a moment, seeing the puzzled looks on Warren and Kale’s faces.]
Hang on bro, I’m putting ya on speaker…
[He clicks the button and sets the phone on the table as the three sit on the couch.]
JP: What’s goin’ on guys?!
WB: Not much man, how you hangin’ in there?
SC: Yeah Jase, what’s been up? Warren tells me you’re some sorta recluse now? You’re hardly leaving your house, let alone wrestling regularly…Man when we were kids you used to live for wrestling, I can’t imagine you just throwing it to the breeze…
JP: Ah, ya know how it is Shaun. In all honestly, since Kale left and shut down the NMWA I’ve just kinda lost that spark…
SC: I guess I get it. In a promotion ran by a friend and he suddenly shuts it down leaving you without a job. I hear ya…I think…Hey man…What’re you doing starting Tuesday?
JP: Not a ton, bud, just kind dickin’ around as usual…
SC: Ah yeah, say…How do you do on airplanes?
[The scene fades out as they continue to talk. The second scene opens up on the afternoon of Wednesday the 6th with Jason Porter and Shaun Cross walking into the massive American Airlines Arena in Texas. A couple wrestlers are milling around, but that day it’s generally just the large tech crew setting up for the event coming the following evening.]
C’mon Jase. Climb in, dude.
[Shaun coaxes Jason into stepping between the ropes as they both get into the barren ring. Jason stops in his tracks once in the center and spins around in a slow circle, in awe.]
JP: Fuckin’ A, Shaun…This place is gonna be packed?! This place is fuckin’ huge!
SC: Hell yeah man…What’s that Foo Fighters tune? “Shafted actors stacked to the rafters?” That’s exactly what a big event feels like.
JP: Shit and I thought packing a gym in Topsfield was a big event…I’m feelin’ like the one freshwater trout in the ocean of sharks being in here…
SC: Shit dude, I still feel like that from time to time, and I work here…It’s a big undertaking to be here…
JP: Yeah man…The biggest names all flock here. Shit, you’re one of them now huh?
SC: Dang, you don’t need to sound so spooky about… “One of THEM…” Creepy shit, man.
[They pause for a moment. Jason looks around the arena again. Suddenly, Shaun runs backwards and springs off the ropes, whizzing past Jason springing off the opposites before catching himself and stopping.]
I’ve got an idea!
JP: Shaun. Please. No. I know what you’re fuckin’ thinkin’, asshole…
SC: Jase c’mon, let’s have one more…On the biggest stage of ‘em all…Right here, right now. No cameras, no crowd...except the various techy guys wandering around rigging the place up…I need a good warm up for tomorrow.
JP: Dude no way! I don’t even have gear with me…
SC: Jase…The apron of this ring says “MPW Road 2 Glory” on it…This isn’t the Northern Maine Wrestling Alliance, this isn’t Independent Wrestling Entertainment…This is Millennium Pro Wrestling and this is the biggest event of the year in the company, Road to fuckin’ Glory…Jason, I know you. I know without a shadow of a doubt you could be on this fuckin’ grand of a stage…You could be out of that fuckin’ single-wide in Danforth. You’re one of the most talented guys I’ve ever stepped in a ring with. Hell, if I had my way right now, the match I’m in tomorrow night would be a Fatal-Four-Way…My gear’s all at the hotel. But when the hell did that stop US? Shit, when did not having a ring stop US? And God, who knows? Maybe if the stars have aligned, the right person will see us here this afternoon and wanna hire you on the spot. If I owned this company or knew the person who did, and I saw a face I’d never seen before really holding his own against a number one contender…You can bet your bottom dollar I’d be on the phone pretty damn quick. Now I’m gonna quit rambling for a moment, I mean shit, much more and your head won’t be able to fit out the door of the building…What do ya say?
[Jason stands, gestating the adulation and the nausea…]
JP: Fuck dude…Shit…How can I say no now?
SC: Exactly.
JP: Fuck it, you’re on…But I’m blamin’ your jinxin’ ass if I don’t this MPW gig…
[The two laugh and take their jackets off, tossing them out of the ring, backing away from one another for a moment. They simultaneously give a nod and rush toward each other. The Scene cuts to black as they intensely lock up.]
[The third and final scene almost immediately cuts from the black. It shows Shaun Cross sitting Indian style still in his casual attire. It’s the 7th, the day of Glory. The place he’s in is dark, but the camera is zoomed just enough so one can’t tell where exactly he is. His hair is let down, there’s a sharp gleam of intensity in his eye. The camera pans out a bit; Shaun is sitting up in the rafters near the most distant emergency exit from the arena floor.]
SC: Well here we are. March 7th, the day of Glory…It’s been understood a hundred times, but tonight is the biggest shindig of the year. Been a helluva road huh? A tag team match, a cage match, that…silly Ultimate X-Scape match…What I would call a premature title defense for the champ and all the trash talk one could wish. Tyler Rose, we could go a hundred rounds and the outcome would always be less than kind on your end…I don’t think I need to elaborate much more, running the risk of repetition. So champ…It all comes down to you…
[Shaun stands as he speaks, beginning to walk down the steps from the top of the building.]
You see, when I became your number one contender…You wrote it off as beginners luck, you claimed I wasn’t a challenge, you called me a nobody.
[He pats his heart on the side of his chest, speaking with heavy sarcasm]
That hurts in here…
[He chuckles.]
I love it…Call me what you like, I know what I am. I know what I am and I love having the opportunity to prove people wrong. I also quite enjoy winning championship gold…So shit, I figure I can kill two stones with one bird tonight…Ya see, champ…I haven’t had a ton to say about you, I haven’t been too well acquainted with you to really have a decent opinion. But boys oh boys you haven’t been too afraid to toss around a bit of disparagement …Christ, good thing I don’t have some sorta complex about it huh? I’m too torn up about your down talking…”Shaun Cross? He’s a nobody. He’s no threat. I’m TV Champion for a reason.” Well…Yeah you are TV champ for a reason, Xavier, but I’m your number one contender for a reason. And more sooner than later, I’LL be the TV champ for a reason…
[Cross makes it to ringside and climbs into the ring. He remains silent until stepping to the center. The “Road 2 Glory” can be seen behind him. He looks into the camera and smirks.]
Mr. Xavier…Right here…
[He points down toward his feet, toward the canvas with the Road to Glory logo on it.]
Right here…I turn into somebody. Tyler Rose…Right here…This ends. See you boys tonight.