Post by Deleted on Sept 17, 2012 23:37:38 GMT -5
Anthony Mcnair sat inside his locker room during the tail end of the final Step Up program. He sat on a short black stool as Lacey walked around him, meticulously wrapping his midsection with white athletic tape. He winced every few seconds from the pain he was suffering after Nytrus nearly split him in two. Inside the small room with it's white cinder block walls, gray concrete floor and two old, wooden lockers leaning against the right wall, there was silence. Anthony solemnly stared down at the floor while Lacey continued to tape him up.
"Are you sure you're doing the right thing with MPW?" Lacey suddenly asked, breaking the heavy silence.
"Yes. I am sure," Anthony replied quietly without taking his eyes off the floor. "I am more sure about this than anything else. More than CZW and even more than going to wrestling school in the first place."
"Then why aren't things going so well, Tony?" Lacey said, slowly becoming frustrated by her boyfriend's stubbornness.
"Because, Lacey, things take time. Don't you think I'm getting mad about all of this? I mean when we first got here, I'm thrown into a fatal four way with two nobodies and an old man. Then I am put into a match with the same punk I eliminated in the four way. Then I get thrown in there with that mammoth and turned into a source of momentum for his match with Trey Baxter. And on top of that, I haven't one a match since coming here. This is bullshit," Anthony says gruffly.
Lacey finishes wrapping Anthony's midsection and rips the tape loose from the rest of the roll. She walks over to one of the lockers and drops the half-spent roll of tape into a black gym bag. Anthony heaves himself off of the stool and steps over to Lacey, wrapping her in a hug from behind. Lacey rests her forehead against the locker as Anthony rests his chin on her shoulder.
"I know it's hard for us right now. Living in that tiny studio. But you need to trust me. Things will pick up or else I will make them pick up," Anthony said quietly into Lacey's ear.
Lacey turned around in Anthony's arms and buried her face in his chest as she neared tears and him being the supportive boyfriend he is no matter the state of mind, Anthony puts a reassuring hand on the back of Lacey's hand, smoothing down her hair.
"And what if things don't, Anthony? What are you gonna do? Take on the entire roster? Management?" Lacey asked in a quivering voice and looking into Anthony's blue eyes with her own wide and wet brown ones.
"If I have to, Lacey. If that is what it takes," Anthony replied flatly.
Suddenly, the locker room door bursts open as Anthony's new found mentor, manager and psychiatrist, TJ Pain, walked in. He was dressed in jeans and a black t-shirt and carrying a couple sheets of stapled paper in his hand.
"Anthony! Sit down. I've got something pretty fucking big here," TJ says with a small grin as Anthony and Lacey separate. Anthony reaches down into the gym bag Lacey placed the tape in, pulling out a black "Harley Davidson" tank top. He slides it on and takes a seat back on the stool, going to work on the laces of his kick pads that he as had on since walking out for his match.
"Let me guess, Doc, you have in your hand a contract for a huge tuxedo match involving me, Jim Cornette and Paul Heyman on the first episode on TNT," Anthony said with a heavy hint of sarcasm.
"No, smart ass. It's something good for once. What I have here is a..." TJ begins just before Anthony stands up with one kick pad half un-laced and hanging and snatches the paper out of his hand.
Looking down and reading with a look of intrigue quickly spreading across his features, Anthony discovers that these papers are not a contract for a ridiculous gimmick match, but for a...
"Holy shit. This is a contract to signed to Monday Night Main Event immediately after Fusion! How in the fuck did you get this, Doc?" Anthony blurts out in shock.
"I talked my ass off to management and eventually convinced them to bring you over. I convinced them it was a good idea and it would settle you down," TJ says with a devilish grin as he takes back the contract and turns to go back through the door. Before leaving, he looks over his shoulder at Anthony and says, "Prove me wrong."
With that TJ leaves the room, leaving Anthony and Lacey alone. Lacey looks at Anthony with a wide smile and runs to him, wrapping his mid section in a hug which makes him wince. He returns her hug and kisses her on the top of the head before pulling himself away and heading for the door himself.
"Where are you going?" Lacey asks confused.
Anthony looks back at her with one hand on the door's knob. With a flat tone that doesn't match his devilishly happy face he says, "To prove TJ wrong."
Far down the hall from the McNair locker room, newly named Board of Directors member Kelly Ann Hale stands dressed in a feminine gray suit. She stands talking to a MPW booker, as they discuss Fusion.
"So, are the matches all set for Fusion?" She asks the booker.
"Looks as if they are. Some double checking needs to be done but I think we are all seOOMPH!"
The booker is cut off mid sentence by a wild elbow shot to the side of the head by a wild eyed Anthony McNair. The booker falls to the floor in a heap and clutches at the side of his head while Anthony slowly approaches Ms. Hale. She backs away with eyes filled by fear but releases a quiet squeal as she bumps into a large metal shipping crate, cut off from any escape.
Anthony steps in close and places both hands on top of the crate on either side of her. He looks down at her with a disturbing snarl and his breathing growing heavier and heavier.
"Hello Missus Hale. So nice to meet you. I'm sure you know who I am," Anthony says in a semi-psychotic tone.
"I...I swear. If you place one hand on me I will have you sent out of here where you will job the independents until you retire," she says in a quivering voice as she fails to sound authoritative. Anthony only laughs before slamming both fists down on the crate, resulting in a loud bang.
"How dare you threaten me after all you and the rest of management have done to me!" Anthony exclaims in an angry snarl.
"Management nor I have done anything to you, Mr. McNair. We have simply booked you in matches in accordance to our newer talent booking policies," Kelly says, slowly regaining her composure.
"Bullshit! You have all seen my abilities and it takes a wrestling icon practically begging on his God damned knees for you all to place me on the show where I belong!" Anthony exclaims again.
"Mr. McNair, if you so much as lay a finger on me, I will have you shipped out of here just as fast as you came in," Kelly replies, struggling to keep calm.
Anthony sighs audibly and steps back. Kelly breathes a sigh of relief and goes to straighten her clothes. Before she can begin, Anthony abruptly heaves the booker off of the floor and up onto his shoulders. Screaming, Kelly frantically pounds on his head, back and chest in a useless attempt to be make him put the man down and before she can cry for help, Anthony viciously spins the booker and brings him down on top of the metal crate with a devastating Fireman's Carry flapjack.
Knocked into semi consciousness and laying upon the crate, the booker's eyelids flutter and his breath shudders in his throat. Anthony immediately is in Kely's face, shouting at the top of his lungs as she again struggles to remain calm.
"Unless you want to pay me my entire one year contract in full, I suggest you keep me around on Mondays. I also want you to tell Mr. Mouland about this experience in graphic detail because it is exactly what is going to happen to him. See you around you stupid bitch!"
Anthony slides the booker off of the crate and onto the floor where he slips into unconsciousness. He laughs a maddening laugh and proceeds back towards his locker room. Half way down the hallway, TJ Pain steps out of a dark corridor and claps Anthony high in the back, showing his approval. The two walk off as the scene fades to black.
"Are you sure you're doing the right thing with MPW?" Lacey suddenly asked, breaking the heavy silence.
"Yes. I am sure," Anthony replied quietly without taking his eyes off the floor. "I am more sure about this than anything else. More than CZW and even more than going to wrestling school in the first place."
"Then why aren't things going so well, Tony?" Lacey said, slowly becoming frustrated by her boyfriend's stubbornness.
"Because, Lacey, things take time. Don't you think I'm getting mad about all of this? I mean when we first got here, I'm thrown into a fatal four way with two nobodies and an old man. Then I am put into a match with the same punk I eliminated in the four way. Then I get thrown in there with that mammoth and turned into a source of momentum for his match with Trey Baxter. And on top of that, I haven't one a match since coming here. This is bullshit," Anthony says gruffly.
Lacey finishes wrapping Anthony's midsection and rips the tape loose from the rest of the roll. She walks over to one of the lockers and drops the half-spent roll of tape into a black gym bag. Anthony heaves himself off of the stool and steps over to Lacey, wrapping her in a hug from behind. Lacey rests her forehead against the locker as Anthony rests his chin on her shoulder.
"I know it's hard for us right now. Living in that tiny studio. But you need to trust me. Things will pick up or else I will make them pick up," Anthony said quietly into Lacey's ear.
Lacey turned around in Anthony's arms and buried her face in his chest as she neared tears and him being the supportive boyfriend he is no matter the state of mind, Anthony puts a reassuring hand on the back of Lacey's hand, smoothing down her hair.
"And what if things don't, Anthony? What are you gonna do? Take on the entire roster? Management?" Lacey asked in a quivering voice and looking into Anthony's blue eyes with her own wide and wet brown ones.
"If I have to, Lacey. If that is what it takes," Anthony replied flatly.
Suddenly, the locker room door bursts open as Anthony's new found mentor, manager and psychiatrist, TJ Pain, walked in. He was dressed in jeans and a black t-shirt and carrying a couple sheets of stapled paper in his hand.
"Anthony! Sit down. I've got something pretty fucking big here," TJ says with a small grin as Anthony and Lacey separate. Anthony reaches down into the gym bag Lacey placed the tape in, pulling out a black "Harley Davidson" tank top. He slides it on and takes a seat back on the stool, going to work on the laces of his kick pads that he as had on since walking out for his match.
"Let me guess, Doc, you have in your hand a contract for a huge tuxedo match involving me, Jim Cornette and Paul Heyman on the first episode on TNT," Anthony said with a heavy hint of sarcasm.
"No, smart ass. It's something good for once. What I have here is a..." TJ begins just before Anthony stands up with one kick pad half un-laced and hanging and snatches the paper out of his hand.
Looking down and reading with a look of intrigue quickly spreading across his features, Anthony discovers that these papers are not a contract for a ridiculous gimmick match, but for a...
"Holy shit. This is a contract to signed to Monday Night Main Event immediately after Fusion! How in the fuck did you get this, Doc?" Anthony blurts out in shock.
"I talked my ass off to management and eventually convinced them to bring you over. I convinced them it was a good idea and it would settle you down," TJ says with a devilish grin as he takes back the contract and turns to go back through the door. Before leaving, he looks over his shoulder at Anthony and says, "Prove me wrong."
With that TJ leaves the room, leaving Anthony and Lacey alone. Lacey looks at Anthony with a wide smile and runs to him, wrapping his mid section in a hug which makes him wince. He returns her hug and kisses her on the top of the head before pulling himself away and heading for the door himself.
"Where are you going?" Lacey asks confused.
Anthony looks back at her with one hand on the door's knob. With a flat tone that doesn't match his devilishly happy face he says, "To prove TJ wrong."
Far down the hall from the McNair locker room, newly named Board of Directors member Kelly Ann Hale stands dressed in a feminine gray suit. She stands talking to a MPW booker, as they discuss Fusion.
"So, are the matches all set for Fusion?" She asks the booker.
"Looks as if they are. Some double checking needs to be done but I think we are all seOOMPH!"
The booker is cut off mid sentence by a wild elbow shot to the side of the head by a wild eyed Anthony McNair. The booker falls to the floor in a heap and clutches at the side of his head while Anthony slowly approaches Ms. Hale. She backs away with eyes filled by fear but releases a quiet squeal as she bumps into a large metal shipping crate, cut off from any escape.
Anthony steps in close and places both hands on top of the crate on either side of her. He looks down at her with a disturbing snarl and his breathing growing heavier and heavier.
"Hello Missus Hale. So nice to meet you. I'm sure you know who I am," Anthony says in a semi-psychotic tone.
"I...I swear. If you place one hand on me I will have you sent out of here where you will job the independents until you retire," she says in a quivering voice as she fails to sound authoritative. Anthony only laughs before slamming both fists down on the crate, resulting in a loud bang.
"How dare you threaten me after all you and the rest of management have done to me!" Anthony exclaims in an angry snarl.
"Management nor I have done anything to you, Mr. McNair. We have simply booked you in matches in accordance to our newer talent booking policies," Kelly says, slowly regaining her composure.
"Bullshit! You have all seen my abilities and it takes a wrestling icon practically begging on his God damned knees for you all to place me on the show where I belong!" Anthony exclaims again.
"Mr. McNair, if you so much as lay a finger on me, I will have you shipped out of here just as fast as you came in," Kelly replies, struggling to keep calm.
Anthony sighs audibly and steps back. Kelly breathes a sigh of relief and goes to straighten her clothes. Before she can begin, Anthony abruptly heaves the booker off of the floor and up onto his shoulders. Screaming, Kelly frantically pounds on his head, back and chest in a useless attempt to be make him put the man down and before she can cry for help, Anthony viciously spins the booker and brings him down on top of the metal crate with a devastating Fireman's Carry flapjack.
Knocked into semi consciousness and laying upon the crate, the booker's eyelids flutter and his breath shudders in his throat. Anthony immediately is in Kely's face, shouting at the top of his lungs as she again struggles to remain calm.
"Unless you want to pay me my entire one year contract in full, I suggest you keep me around on Mondays. I also want you to tell Mr. Mouland about this experience in graphic detail because it is exactly what is going to happen to him. See you around you stupid bitch!"
Anthony slides the booker off of the crate and onto the floor where he slips into unconsciousness. He laughs a maddening laugh and proceeds back towards his locker room. Half way down the hallway, TJ Pain steps out of a dark corridor and claps Anthony high in the back, showing his approval. The two walk off as the scene fades to black.