Post by Zero on May 23, 2013 15:27:46 GMT -5
Shaun Cross: Toast huh?
[The scene opens on Monday May 20th, showing Shaun Cross sitting on a dock overlooking Farrow Lake in his hometown of Topsfield, Maine. In a Pink Floyd t-shirt and jean shorts, his hair is down. Shaun’s holding an older looking fishing pole, his feet dangling in the water. The pole curves and Shaun starts reeling hastily. He hauls in a good size White Perch, getting the hook out of its mouth and sets it in a small, red cooler filled with ice sitting next to him.]
Is that what this business is coming to? A scraggly looking fella named “TOAST” is allowed to compete in the biggest wrestling promotion in the world.
[Shaun chuckles and casts his line back out, the camera cuts for a moment to show a bobber floating on the surface of the water before quickly snapping back to Shaun.]
I mean…Is he the mascot for Quiznos Restaurant? …Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm…Toasty. Hey, now that could be an excellent catchphrase…But in all semi-seriousness, an X-Core match sounds fun as hell. Rules of an X-Core match? Hmm, well there aren’t any...Could be interesting, right? I haven’t done a ton of homework on ol’ Toasty, but I think the match will be decent. I’m sure I’ve said this before, but if anything can happen in MPW, the X-Core division sure does exemplify that point. The action, the danger and the unpredictability of it all just adds up to new levels of goodness for fans of the violent stuff in rasslin’. In the 90’s, I was seduced by the insanity of ECW, by the time I was 18 I thought BJW in Japan was just the best thing since...Toasted bread…
[Shaun smirks again at the stupid joke he made.]
I haven’t done hardly anything (if anything at all) in this X-Core division here in MPW, but I’ve always enjoyed watching whatever happens unfold. It’s definitely going to be a hell of an experience, but I can’t wait.
[Shaun reels in his line again, this time with nothing on the hook. He carefully takes the nightcrawler off of it and tosses it into the lake before standing up. The scene fades as Shaun is walking down the dock toward the shore.]
[The second scene slowly fades in, this time at the Bangor International Airport. We see Shaun sitting at a window seat on the plane, waiting to take off for this week’s TNT. Getting to the airport rather early, and not having to rush to be boarded, Shaun grabbed a Bangor Daily Newspaper. Of course after darting immediately to the comics, he starts reading some of the local news...]
SC: What a fuckin’ bummer…
[Shaun says to himself under his breath after almost every headline. Checking the score of the previous nights Red Sox game didn’t do a whole lot to ease the anguish of depressing news. Continuing to skim page to page, nothing really caught Shaun’s eye…Until…
SC: Brookton man arrested for assault and robbery…
[He mutters again]
What?!
[Shaun continues reading as the plane begins to roll. “Professional wrestler and Brookton native, Jason Porter was arrested last night charged with assault and robbery…” Shaun reaches into his pocket and pulls out a cell phone and begins to dial quickly. No answer at Kales and of course none at Jason’s. The plane slowly climbs to the sky as Shaun’s hanging up, still cursing and grumbling quietly, trying to not disturb the elderly lady in the seat next to him. The quick second scene fades to black as Shaun folds up the newspaper, a pissed off and somewhat even nervous look on his face…]
[The final scene opens up in the parking lot of the Nassau Veterans Memorial Coliseum, moments before the cameras for this week’s Takedown turn on. The camera looks around, finding Shaun sitting on top of the live production truck. He’s in his ring gear, but an MPW t-shirt as well, his hair tied back into a ponytail.]
Fruity? Toast, no disrespect to you and yours, but…Your father could only think to call me “fruity?” I gotta say, I’ve been called a lot worse, just by people on this show. Toast, I’ve been through a lot in my career in wrestling…Hell just yesterday, a very good friend of mine and one of my favorite people to wrestle with got arrested for getting all hopped up on some sorta methafefascampamines, mugging a guy and stealing all of the weed he was originally just going to buy…I read that newspaper article a couple different times on my way here Toast…I also have to say, the headline of that article alone affected me a helluva lot more than anything you could say or do to me in the ring…I’ve known this guy my entire life, I almost didn’t think he was capable of this level of bullshit (and believe me, he’s capable of a lot of bullshit)…
[Shaun hops down from the roof of the truck, landing on his feet on the concrete parking lot floor. He begins walking toward the door into the building as he hears pyro begin to shoot off and a packed crowd all losing their minds at once. He hears the muffled whooping and hollering of Thomas and Bob doing their thing. It still gives him the butterfly stomach feeling. He smirks.]
You see, Toasty Buns…I dunno how well you know of me…I mean…I don’t know shit about you, my friend…But I like to think I’ve done a fair share of things well in this business…I’ve held championships, I’ve had great rivalries, I’ve climbed ladders and been covered in my own blood and some of that of my opponents…I’ve also been told I give a halfway decent interview, or cut a halfway decent promo…I saw the shenanigans on your family farm in Buttfuck, Nowhere…Er umm…Oklahoma…And I feel for the families and victims of the tornados in Oklahoma as well…It’s a wonderful city, really. But Toast, my friend…I didn’t enjoy the fact that you made your daddy-o do all of your shit-talk for you…Not a very cool move on your part, huh? I’ll admit, the guy had me rolling on the floor laughing…No offense of course but I’m not sure if he was really that funny, or just fucking stupid…Jussayin’…
[Shaun continues walking, making his way into the locker room. He begins to wrap his hands in athletic tape as before every match, before shedding his shirt and tossing it onto the bench, ready for his upcoming match.]
We’ll see you in the ring, Toasty…Be ready…
[Shaun smirks a bit starting toward the camera.]
Now if you’d excuse me camera guy, I have a match to win…
[The camera moves out of Shauns way, turning to show Shaun walking out of the locker room toward the entrance of the arena. The final scene fades out slowly.]
[The scene opens on Monday May 20th, showing Shaun Cross sitting on a dock overlooking Farrow Lake in his hometown of Topsfield, Maine. In a Pink Floyd t-shirt and jean shorts, his hair is down. Shaun’s holding an older looking fishing pole, his feet dangling in the water. The pole curves and Shaun starts reeling hastily. He hauls in a good size White Perch, getting the hook out of its mouth and sets it in a small, red cooler filled with ice sitting next to him.]
Is that what this business is coming to? A scraggly looking fella named “TOAST” is allowed to compete in the biggest wrestling promotion in the world.
[Shaun chuckles and casts his line back out, the camera cuts for a moment to show a bobber floating on the surface of the water before quickly snapping back to Shaun.]
I mean…Is he the mascot for Quiznos Restaurant? …Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm…Toasty. Hey, now that could be an excellent catchphrase…But in all semi-seriousness, an X-Core match sounds fun as hell. Rules of an X-Core match? Hmm, well there aren’t any...Could be interesting, right? I haven’t done a ton of homework on ol’ Toasty, but I think the match will be decent. I’m sure I’ve said this before, but if anything can happen in MPW, the X-Core division sure does exemplify that point. The action, the danger and the unpredictability of it all just adds up to new levels of goodness for fans of the violent stuff in rasslin’. In the 90’s, I was seduced by the insanity of ECW, by the time I was 18 I thought BJW in Japan was just the best thing since...Toasted bread…
[Shaun smirks again at the stupid joke he made.]
I haven’t done hardly anything (if anything at all) in this X-Core division here in MPW, but I’ve always enjoyed watching whatever happens unfold. It’s definitely going to be a hell of an experience, but I can’t wait.
[Shaun reels in his line again, this time with nothing on the hook. He carefully takes the nightcrawler off of it and tosses it into the lake before standing up. The scene fades as Shaun is walking down the dock toward the shore.]
[The second scene slowly fades in, this time at the Bangor International Airport. We see Shaun sitting at a window seat on the plane, waiting to take off for this week’s TNT. Getting to the airport rather early, and not having to rush to be boarded, Shaun grabbed a Bangor Daily Newspaper. Of course after darting immediately to the comics, he starts reading some of the local news...]
SC: What a fuckin’ bummer…
[Shaun says to himself under his breath after almost every headline. Checking the score of the previous nights Red Sox game didn’t do a whole lot to ease the anguish of depressing news. Continuing to skim page to page, nothing really caught Shaun’s eye…Until…
SC: Brookton man arrested for assault and robbery…
[He mutters again]
What?!
[Shaun continues reading as the plane begins to roll. “Professional wrestler and Brookton native, Jason Porter was arrested last night charged with assault and robbery…” Shaun reaches into his pocket and pulls out a cell phone and begins to dial quickly. No answer at Kales and of course none at Jason’s. The plane slowly climbs to the sky as Shaun’s hanging up, still cursing and grumbling quietly, trying to not disturb the elderly lady in the seat next to him. The quick second scene fades to black as Shaun folds up the newspaper, a pissed off and somewhat even nervous look on his face…]
[The final scene opens up in the parking lot of the Nassau Veterans Memorial Coliseum, moments before the cameras for this week’s Takedown turn on. The camera looks around, finding Shaun sitting on top of the live production truck. He’s in his ring gear, but an MPW t-shirt as well, his hair tied back into a ponytail.]
Fruity? Toast, no disrespect to you and yours, but…Your father could only think to call me “fruity?” I gotta say, I’ve been called a lot worse, just by people on this show. Toast, I’ve been through a lot in my career in wrestling…Hell just yesterday, a very good friend of mine and one of my favorite people to wrestle with got arrested for getting all hopped up on some sorta methafefascampamines, mugging a guy and stealing all of the weed he was originally just going to buy…I read that newspaper article a couple different times on my way here Toast…I also have to say, the headline of that article alone affected me a helluva lot more than anything you could say or do to me in the ring…I’ve known this guy my entire life, I almost didn’t think he was capable of this level of bullshit (and believe me, he’s capable of a lot of bullshit)…
[Shaun hops down from the roof of the truck, landing on his feet on the concrete parking lot floor. He begins walking toward the door into the building as he hears pyro begin to shoot off and a packed crowd all losing their minds at once. He hears the muffled whooping and hollering of Thomas and Bob doing their thing. It still gives him the butterfly stomach feeling. He smirks.]
You see, Toasty Buns…I dunno how well you know of me…I mean…I don’t know shit about you, my friend…But I like to think I’ve done a fair share of things well in this business…I’ve held championships, I’ve had great rivalries, I’ve climbed ladders and been covered in my own blood and some of that of my opponents…I’ve also been told I give a halfway decent interview, or cut a halfway decent promo…I saw the shenanigans on your family farm in Buttfuck, Nowhere…Er umm…Oklahoma…And I feel for the families and victims of the tornados in Oklahoma as well…It’s a wonderful city, really. But Toast, my friend…I didn’t enjoy the fact that you made your daddy-o do all of your shit-talk for you…Not a very cool move on your part, huh? I’ll admit, the guy had me rolling on the floor laughing…No offense of course but I’m not sure if he was really that funny, or just fucking stupid…Jussayin’…
[Shaun continues walking, making his way into the locker room. He begins to wrap his hands in athletic tape as before every match, before shedding his shirt and tossing it onto the bench, ready for his upcoming match.]
We’ll see you in the ring, Toasty…Be ready…
[Shaun smirks a bit starting toward the camera.]
Now if you’d excuse me camera guy, I have a match to win…
[The camera moves out of Shauns way, turning to show Shaun walking out of the locker room toward the entrance of the arena. The final scene fades out slowly.]