Post by D! on Dec 2, 2005 12:50:08 GMT -5
(Lights up. Late Thursday night / Friday morning. There's no establishing shot, but any Canadian can instantly recognise the brown-gray walls and hard plastic seating of a Tim Horton's. The camera catches D! sitting by his lonesome with a large black coffee and Chili-in-a-Bread-Bowl. The seat next to him is occupied by the NAPW Title belt.)
D!: Some fancy digs, huh? We were going to have an NAPW Champions! after-party, hit some pubs, maybe Showgirls, basically nurse a hang-over that would last until Monday Night Fight. But D-X, you see, they already had their own party planned, involving booking off a fancy restaurant, hiring their own musicians, and one word: Escorts. Paid escorts.
Ravager's not a party guy, per se, and mumbled something about "business to get to."
So I head out wth the Decaps again, and the little bastards lost me, which pretty much brings me here. Getting drunk's probably not the best call tonight, anyways.
(He eats some chili.)
So I phone Bernice at the office and she tells me they've booked Monday Night already, and I'm not on it. First Fight I'm not on! (Shrugs.) I guess I'll just sit at ringside. So I ask her about the new #1 contender for my title now that Plague's retired, and she tells me the rankings are all going to be reset AFTER Monday's show.
Well, screw it. I'm not taking a whole week off, I wanna rock right now! So if I'm at ringside Monday, I'm gonna have to wrestle on Thursday--D!'s first Action!, December the 8th. And if there's no title picture yet, I'm going to contribute my own two cents.
I'm talking about a superstar who got a win and STILL lost tonight--NAPW's resident submission expert, the Olympic gold medallist Lobo. Meet me in the ring on Thursday, and we'll like, wrestle or something.
(Drinks some coffee.)
Non-title.
(Drinks some more coffee.)
Let me make it clear for everybody . . . if I win the match, well, it's not like I need any more non-title wins, right? (Pats his title belt on the seat next to him.) So I'm not in this to pick up a win. But Lobo--can I call you peanut?--Peanut, you're not going to beat Ravager for the Provincial straps. He's just got your number, and you're gonna have to accept that. So think about this--if you can beat me on Thursday, maybe that's a credible argument for you to change divisions, don't you think? And hey, if you can beat the champion ONCE . . .
(Tears off and eats a piece of his bowl.)
I'm bringing my gear to Action! Don't let me down.
Anyways. I'm sure that what people really want me to talk about is Plague, now that I've finished his career.
(Eats more bowl.)
And I will. Just not tonight. It's been a long night, fellas. And that deserves its own time.
(He stands up and looks through the window behind the camera.)
Is that . . . Decaps? Bastards! You're not getting away that easily!
(D! scoops up the NAPW title and runs after them, out of frame. Lights down.)
D!: Some fancy digs, huh? We were going to have an NAPW Champions! after-party, hit some pubs, maybe Showgirls, basically nurse a hang-over that would last until Monday Night Fight. But D-X, you see, they already had their own party planned, involving booking off a fancy restaurant, hiring their own musicians, and one word: Escorts. Paid escorts.
Ravager's not a party guy, per se, and mumbled something about "business to get to."
So I head out wth the Decaps again, and the little bastards lost me, which pretty much brings me here. Getting drunk's probably not the best call tonight, anyways.
(He eats some chili.)
So I phone Bernice at the office and she tells me they've booked Monday Night already, and I'm not on it. First Fight I'm not on! (Shrugs.) I guess I'll just sit at ringside. So I ask her about the new #1 contender for my title now that Plague's retired, and she tells me the rankings are all going to be reset AFTER Monday's show.
Well, screw it. I'm not taking a whole week off, I wanna rock right now! So if I'm at ringside Monday, I'm gonna have to wrestle on Thursday--D!'s first Action!, December the 8th. And if there's no title picture yet, I'm going to contribute my own two cents.
I'm talking about a superstar who got a win and STILL lost tonight--NAPW's resident submission expert, the Olympic gold medallist Lobo. Meet me in the ring on Thursday, and we'll like, wrestle or something.
(Drinks some coffee.)
Non-title.
(Drinks some more coffee.)
Let me make it clear for everybody . . . if I win the match, well, it's not like I need any more non-title wins, right? (Pats his title belt on the seat next to him.) So I'm not in this to pick up a win. But Lobo--can I call you peanut?--Peanut, you're not going to beat Ravager for the Provincial straps. He's just got your number, and you're gonna have to accept that. So think about this--if you can beat me on Thursday, maybe that's a credible argument for you to change divisions, don't you think? And hey, if you can beat the champion ONCE . . .
(Tears off and eats a piece of his bowl.)
I'm bringing my gear to Action! Don't let me down.
Anyways. I'm sure that what people really want me to talk about is Plague, now that I've finished his career.
(Eats more bowl.)
And I will. Just not tonight. It's been a long night, fellas. And that deserves its own time.
(He stands up and looks through the window behind the camera.)
Is that . . . Decaps? Bastards! You're not getting away that easily!
(D! scoops up the NAPW title and runs after them, out of frame. Lights down.)