Post by Zero on Apr 11, 2013 15:53:36 GMT -5
[The scene opens to show Shaun Cross sitting up on the roof of his home in Portland. Two weeks removed from his loss at Unsanctioned and still not in the greatest of spirits. It’s later in the evening the night of the 7th. Four days before he’s scheduled to wrestle Kuk Killswitch on TNT. Not being booked last week, Shaun has been keeping things pretty low key. Even once or twice pondering whether the business had anything left for him.]
SC: Now…I’ve been in this business long enough to know that every performer has dry spells. Times in which they’re kinda down and out, Hell, even reconsidering career choices…Good. That means they aren’t going stale. I mean…Compare it to Hulkamania, in the 80’s Hulk was God. Any and every wrestling fan knew that if they went to a WWF event, they’d see the red and yellow, they’d see the shirt get ripped off, and they’d hear about the vitamins and the training yaddy yaddy yadda…It got very predictable and stale…Then of course in the 90’s he got to WCW with Hall and Nash and started getting trash thrown at him on a nightly basis (until the NWO became cool that is…) Since…I’d say 2007, much of the same can be said about a one John Cena…He comes to the ring night after night, you know he’ll be wearing the hat and the baggy shorts, you know he’ll wave his hand in front of his face…Stale as fuck.
Of course it’s no fun to lose, that’s a given…But it brings you back down to earth and it clears your head. It’s like getting punched in the face, every time I’ve ever been really blasted in the nose I’m always pissed and hurt at first, but then like on the drive home I’m like “Well maybe I was really being a dick back there…”
At Unsanctioned…I was beaten fair and square and it was a wicked good match. So for that I need to applaud Mr. Tyler Rose. You got the one-up, champ. Don’t let it swell your head to big, I’ll be back for sure…
[The first scene fades as Shaun is sitting on his roof, he smiles at the camera before gazing up at the stars. The second scene opens up that next afternoon, Monday the 8th. As discussed a couple weeks ago, Shaun kept his word about acting as the new General Manager of Kale’s “Northern Maine Wrestling Alliance”. The “ring crew” (Kale, Jason, and Shaun) got the ring set up in the backyard of Kale’s new humble abode. A few familiar faces of the IWE began to file onto the property throughout the afternoon, jumping around the ring a bit, discussing matches and angles with Kale and Shaun, and generally just getting the event set up. Being a general manager, Shaun thought it would be best to probably dress the part rather than ratty jeans and a t-shirt, today he wore a less ratty and even clean pair of jeans with a dress shirt. He brought a necktie just in case. The awkward deal that Kale had running with Channel 22 had fallen through, so to start things off, NMWA was going to be streamed live on the net (much akin to JCW Slam TV…) Shaun couldn’t forget to run into Kales house and shoot a quick IM to “Lightning” Leon Adams, guessing that Leon would probably enjoy watching. As Shaun was coming back out into the yard, another familiar face spotted him…]
Matthew Jakkson: Well well well, look what the cat dragged in…
[Shaun shrugged and laughed it off as they shook hands.]
SC: Hey at least I got some sorta pussy…
[Jakkson looks at Shaun with a somewhat shocked, but rather amused face before chuckling at the dirty reply.]
MJ: Well played Mr. Cross…Well played indeed. Say, why you all gussied up? You’re not wrestling?
SC: Actually I’m not…Kale needed an authority figure on the show and couldn’t handle it all by himself…
MJ: Right on, so you going for the Vince McMahon evil corporate boss approach or…?
SC: I was thinking more of a Paul Heyman kinda mad scientist thing…
MJ: Interesting…Wrestling always needs a mad scientist at the helm.
SC: Exactly!
[As the conversation continues, Kale eventually finds his way over to Shaun. He looks very excited to get going, especially as people who miraculously knew of the show and expressed interest in coming began to show up.]
KJ: Ten minutes till go time, guys. Shaun, how are you gonna start us out?
SC: Umm…Well of course by introducing myself and the product at hand…Hey how about a tournament for the vacated heavyweight championship?
[KJ gives him an approving grin with a bit of a laugh and nods.]
KJ: Well I like the shit outta that idea. You’re the GM…Make it so, motherfucker! While I’m backstage I can maybe start to hook you up with a bracket for the tourney…
SC: Alright but…I want Jason to win it in the end.
KJ: Shaun you know how unreliable Jason can be. Hell I didn’t even hazard to write him into the OFFICIAL roster, God knows if and when he’ll show up…And God knows what condition he’ll be in when or if he does. Why not King? Why not Matt? Someone who’s a reliable worker and won’t bail last minute because he’s too fuckin’ lazy to put down the bong and turn off the cartoons…
SC: Tell him ahead of time! Call him right now, or let me talk to him once I’m done here…Trust me. He’ll be our champion.
[Kale lets out an almost aggravated groan before shrugging.]
KJ: Alright…I’ll write the bracket up with Jase winning the belt. You fuckin’ talk to him before you go off to wherever this Thursday…
[The walkie-talkie Kale had clamped to his belt loop beeped. With the volume on the talkie, he reached down and pressed the button to listen. It was Phil Beach, the fed’s ring announcer/sound guy.]
PB: We’re ready when you are…
KJ: Alright Phil, make an announcement that everyone needs to be where they should. Shaun’s coming out to the ring first…Cue up his music…
[Kale turns to Shaun after letting go of the button.]
We ready to do this shit? Let’s go inside through the sliding glass door, that’s our curtain and the back deck is our stage…
[Wrestlers and other on air talent were rushing into the house as Phil took his seat at ringside. Moments later, “Them Bones” by Alice in Chains (Shaun’s newest entrance music for NMWA) began blaring through Kales sound system. Shaun stepped out onto the deck with a mic in his hand. He looked out at the sparse crowd before him before making his way into the ring…He stands silent until the music and the smattering of claps and applause began to die down.]
SC: Ladies and Gentlemen we are live! Welcome to the Jenson Backyard and the debut of NMWA’s Monday Night Meltdown! I am your general manager Shaun Cross and goddamn do we have a show for you tonight or what!
[The rather small crowd cheered far more enthusiastically than earlier, many in attendance recognizing Shaun from MPW.]
Tonight ladies and germs we’re beginning the quest for the gold! All the marbles here in the Northern Maine Wrestling Alliance…Tonight we begin a tournament for the World Heavyweight Championship!
[…Backstage as Shaun talked, the unpredictable Jason Porter walked into the house through the front door as not to disrupt the program. With a few shocked faces from the rest of the wrestlers and crew, Jason was warmly welcomed. A lightbulb immediately snapped on in Kale’s brain as greeted Jason. Surprisingly, Jason was quick to agree to Kale’s idea of “shaking things up.” That sly grin appeared on KJ’s face once again as he soon walkie-talkied Phil.]
KJ: Phil! On the count of three, startup Jason’s music…Don’t warn Shaun. One…Two…Three.
[“Life, Birth, Blood, Doom” by Black Label Society began to blast out of the speakers as the lights dimmed low. Jason made his trademark slow walk out onto the deck, staring intensely out at Shaun (who by now is speechless). The scene slowly fades as Jason makes the motion of a belt around his waist, never breaking eye contact with is old nemesis.
The final scene opens up later that night at the Jenson residence after everyone (except Kale and Jason) had gone home. Shaun is sitting up on the apron of the NMWA ring looking into the camera with a smirk.]
SC: Kuk fucking Killswitch…I gotta say, I’ve never not been impressed by your work. When it comes to the X-Core thing, you’re pretty damn good. I don’t do too much of the extreme stuff anymore, but when I watch some of your older matches when you’re doing the whole hardcore thing…I have to say it sure brings a smile to my face. Seeing your big hoorah with Nytrus at that Unsanctioned event you had a while back…Goddamn son, you take a lickin’ and keep on tickin’…I’m pretty anxious to jump into the ring with you to be honest…I can’t wait, I think it’ll be fun. Don’t get too excited Kuk…I’ll say one more time, you’re exceptionally good at the weapon swinging and brawling…How are you on the mat, actually competing?
[Shaun can’t help but smirk a bit as he hops off of the apron and starts back up toward the deck.]
Make no mistake Kuk…No matter how the match plays out, no matter how violent nor scientific it may get…Be ready. It’s gonna be good no matter where it goes. See you Thursday, buddy...
[The final scene fades out as Shaun steps into the house and shuts the sliding door.]
SC: Now…I’ve been in this business long enough to know that every performer has dry spells. Times in which they’re kinda down and out, Hell, even reconsidering career choices…Good. That means they aren’t going stale. I mean…Compare it to Hulkamania, in the 80’s Hulk was God. Any and every wrestling fan knew that if they went to a WWF event, they’d see the red and yellow, they’d see the shirt get ripped off, and they’d hear about the vitamins and the training yaddy yaddy yadda…It got very predictable and stale…Then of course in the 90’s he got to WCW with Hall and Nash and started getting trash thrown at him on a nightly basis (until the NWO became cool that is…) Since…I’d say 2007, much of the same can be said about a one John Cena…He comes to the ring night after night, you know he’ll be wearing the hat and the baggy shorts, you know he’ll wave his hand in front of his face…Stale as fuck.
Of course it’s no fun to lose, that’s a given…But it brings you back down to earth and it clears your head. It’s like getting punched in the face, every time I’ve ever been really blasted in the nose I’m always pissed and hurt at first, but then like on the drive home I’m like “Well maybe I was really being a dick back there…”
At Unsanctioned…I was beaten fair and square and it was a wicked good match. So for that I need to applaud Mr. Tyler Rose. You got the one-up, champ. Don’t let it swell your head to big, I’ll be back for sure…
[The first scene fades as Shaun is sitting on his roof, he smiles at the camera before gazing up at the stars. The second scene opens up that next afternoon, Monday the 8th. As discussed a couple weeks ago, Shaun kept his word about acting as the new General Manager of Kale’s “Northern Maine Wrestling Alliance”. The “ring crew” (Kale, Jason, and Shaun) got the ring set up in the backyard of Kale’s new humble abode. A few familiar faces of the IWE began to file onto the property throughout the afternoon, jumping around the ring a bit, discussing matches and angles with Kale and Shaun, and generally just getting the event set up. Being a general manager, Shaun thought it would be best to probably dress the part rather than ratty jeans and a t-shirt, today he wore a less ratty and even clean pair of jeans with a dress shirt. He brought a necktie just in case. The awkward deal that Kale had running with Channel 22 had fallen through, so to start things off, NMWA was going to be streamed live on the net (much akin to JCW Slam TV…) Shaun couldn’t forget to run into Kales house and shoot a quick IM to “Lightning” Leon Adams, guessing that Leon would probably enjoy watching. As Shaun was coming back out into the yard, another familiar face spotted him…]
Matthew Jakkson: Well well well, look what the cat dragged in…
[Shaun shrugged and laughed it off as they shook hands.]
SC: Hey at least I got some sorta pussy…
[Jakkson looks at Shaun with a somewhat shocked, but rather amused face before chuckling at the dirty reply.]
MJ: Well played Mr. Cross…Well played indeed. Say, why you all gussied up? You’re not wrestling?
SC: Actually I’m not…Kale needed an authority figure on the show and couldn’t handle it all by himself…
MJ: Right on, so you going for the Vince McMahon evil corporate boss approach or…?
SC: I was thinking more of a Paul Heyman kinda mad scientist thing…
MJ: Interesting…Wrestling always needs a mad scientist at the helm.
SC: Exactly!
[As the conversation continues, Kale eventually finds his way over to Shaun. He looks very excited to get going, especially as people who miraculously knew of the show and expressed interest in coming began to show up.]
KJ: Ten minutes till go time, guys. Shaun, how are you gonna start us out?
SC: Umm…Well of course by introducing myself and the product at hand…Hey how about a tournament for the vacated heavyweight championship?
[KJ gives him an approving grin with a bit of a laugh and nods.]
KJ: Well I like the shit outta that idea. You’re the GM…Make it so, motherfucker! While I’m backstage I can maybe start to hook you up with a bracket for the tourney…
SC: Alright but…I want Jason to win it in the end.
KJ: Shaun you know how unreliable Jason can be. Hell I didn’t even hazard to write him into the OFFICIAL roster, God knows if and when he’ll show up…And God knows what condition he’ll be in when or if he does. Why not King? Why not Matt? Someone who’s a reliable worker and won’t bail last minute because he’s too fuckin’ lazy to put down the bong and turn off the cartoons…
SC: Tell him ahead of time! Call him right now, or let me talk to him once I’m done here…Trust me. He’ll be our champion.
[Kale lets out an almost aggravated groan before shrugging.]
KJ: Alright…I’ll write the bracket up with Jase winning the belt. You fuckin’ talk to him before you go off to wherever this Thursday…
[The walkie-talkie Kale had clamped to his belt loop beeped. With the volume on the talkie, he reached down and pressed the button to listen. It was Phil Beach, the fed’s ring announcer/sound guy.]
PB: We’re ready when you are…
KJ: Alright Phil, make an announcement that everyone needs to be where they should. Shaun’s coming out to the ring first…Cue up his music…
[Kale turns to Shaun after letting go of the button.]
We ready to do this shit? Let’s go inside through the sliding glass door, that’s our curtain and the back deck is our stage…
[Wrestlers and other on air talent were rushing into the house as Phil took his seat at ringside. Moments later, “Them Bones” by Alice in Chains (Shaun’s newest entrance music for NMWA) began blaring through Kales sound system. Shaun stepped out onto the deck with a mic in his hand. He looked out at the sparse crowd before him before making his way into the ring…He stands silent until the music and the smattering of claps and applause began to die down.]
SC: Ladies and Gentlemen we are live! Welcome to the Jenson Backyard and the debut of NMWA’s Monday Night Meltdown! I am your general manager Shaun Cross and goddamn do we have a show for you tonight or what!
[The rather small crowd cheered far more enthusiastically than earlier, many in attendance recognizing Shaun from MPW.]
Tonight ladies and germs we’re beginning the quest for the gold! All the marbles here in the Northern Maine Wrestling Alliance…Tonight we begin a tournament for the World Heavyweight Championship!
[…Backstage as Shaun talked, the unpredictable Jason Porter walked into the house through the front door as not to disrupt the program. With a few shocked faces from the rest of the wrestlers and crew, Jason was warmly welcomed. A lightbulb immediately snapped on in Kale’s brain as greeted Jason. Surprisingly, Jason was quick to agree to Kale’s idea of “shaking things up.” That sly grin appeared on KJ’s face once again as he soon walkie-talkied Phil.]
KJ: Phil! On the count of three, startup Jason’s music…Don’t warn Shaun. One…Two…Three.
[“Life, Birth, Blood, Doom” by Black Label Society began to blast out of the speakers as the lights dimmed low. Jason made his trademark slow walk out onto the deck, staring intensely out at Shaun (who by now is speechless). The scene slowly fades as Jason makes the motion of a belt around his waist, never breaking eye contact with is old nemesis.
The final scene opens up later that night at the Jenson residence after everyone (except Kale and Jason) had gone home. Shaun is sitting up on the apron of the NMWA ring looking into the camera with a smirk.]
SC: Kuk fucking Killswitch…I gotta say, I’ve never not been impressed by your work. When it comes to the X-Core thing, you’re pretty damn good. I don’t do too much of the extreme stuff anymore, but when I watch some of your older matches when you’re doing the whole hardcore thing…I have to say it sure brings a smile to my face. Seeing your big hoorah with Nytrus at that Unsanctioned event you had a while back…Goddamn son, you take a lickin’ and keep on tickin’…I’m pretty anxious to jump into the ring with you to be honest…I can’t wait, I think it’ll be fun. Don’t get too excited Kuk…I’ll say one more time, you’re exceptionally good at the weapon swinging and brawling…How are you on the mat, actually competing?
[Shaun can’t help but smirk a bit as he hops off of the apron and starts back up toward the deck.]
Make no mistake Kuk…No matter how the match plays out, no matter how violent nor scientific it may get…Be ready. It’s gonna be good no matter where it goes. See you Thursday, buddy...
[The final scene fades out as Shaun steps into the house and shuts the sliding door.]