Post by Krusty Kid Paul on Jan 25, 2007 14:43:28 GMT -5
*The room is filled with steam the sound of dripping can be heard coming from the shower, and through the mist we see Kkp standing fresh out of the shower. His hair resting to the left side of his head, a towel wrapped around his manly man parts Sorry ladies. he raises his left arm and applies some deodorant, old spice from the looks of it then he moves onto the right. He set’s the old spice down on the counter top grabs his towel and makes his way out of the bathroom and directly in to the room across.*
[glow=red,2,300]- A different stroke-[/glow]
* The camera man enters the room to find Krusty just doing the studded belt up that keeps his pants afloat, he then turns to his bed grabs his boots and sits down, he flicks on the Television across from his bed and toss’s a tape in the vcr.*
Krusty: Lets take a look at what kind of shit is coming out of Jay’s toilet for a mouth shall we.
*Kkp lift’s the remote up and clicks play…Static for a minute or so.*
“Tomorrow.”
[Jay O’Brien, head in his hands, dark hair flowing over his fingers, cascading, falling like near-black water.]
JOB: Tomorrow, tomorrow...
[Jay is breathing heavily now, psyching himself up, shoulders rising and falling, faster, faster, faster still. Then he snaps his head up. His eyes are burning with intensity.]
JOB: Well here we are, Paul, one day before Action – one day before I chalk up my third consecutive win. One day before I climb another rung on the ladder. One day before I cross another name of my list.
STOP.
Krusty: Do you want me to get you a paper bag…ya look like your going to throw up.
PLAY
JOB: Paul, you are going the same way as Jack Saffire, and the same way as Marcus Chamberlain. And yet you call me a jobber based on the fact that I’ve won two matches out of two? Do you think that makes sense? Why, Paul? Did you say that because Saffire and Chamberlain haven’t left their indelible mark on this promotion yet? Did you say that because you doubt they ever will? Or did you say that because you simply don’t know who they are? Either way, Paul, it really doesn’t matter, because the fact is I never jobbed. I beat them And like we all know, a man can only beat what’s put in front of him, right? You’re reaching, son, and there’s nothing to for you to grab on to. You’ve got NOTHING on me.
[Jay is amped.]
JOB: Paul, I want you to look into these eyes – my eyes – and tell me what you see.
[The camera zooms in on the burning blue.]
JOB: Do you see defeat in these eyes, Paul? Do you see fear? Hell, Paul, do you even see uncertainty? I’ll answer those questions for you right now: NO No you (BLEEP)ing don’t.
[The camera zooms out. Jay is just as hard-faced as he was before. Just as forceful.]
STOP
*Kkp leans over begins tying up his boot on his left foot, he pulls it up nice and snug, he grabs the laces.*
Krusty: *Singing.* Over under in and out that’s what shoe tying all about.
*He slams his foot on the floor smacks his boot. Then picks up another remote and hits play, this time a cd begins to spin.*
The music.
[glow=blue,2,300]No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes
No one knows what it's like
To be hated
To be fated
To telling only lies[/glow]
*The music continues to play in the background of Paul’s voice.*
Krusty: You already know what I think of when I see you, and according to this song people with blue eyes are sad and like to lie?...now back to the show cause I can’t take much more of this shitty music.
*Kkp Hits stop, the cd shuts off and he let’s out a smile of relief, then grabs his other boot and slides it on to his right foot. He takes the remote in his hand.*
PLAY[/b]
JOB: I’m looking at you, just you, scrutinizing your every detail, because I know I can’t get to where I want to get by focusing solely on the bigger picture. I’ve got to take things one step at a time. You, Paul, are my next step. The next stepping stone, if you will.
JOB: And the best thing of all? You’re distracting yourself into oblivion.
JOB: Dazed and confused, Paul – two words to describe you quite aptly. You don’t seem to know who you are, or where you’re going. You’ve got delusions of grandeur, delusions that you’re a better man and a better wrestler than you really are, and all the while you’re just happy to guess and hope and pray that your next opponent – me, Paul, me – isn’t as good as you are. That he’s gonna help you find your feet again, help you back to winning ways.
[Jay laughs, shakes his head.]
JOB: But it’s just not gonna happen.
JOB: We’ve spoken about you a lot this week, Paul, and I’m perfectly satisfied that I can – and will – beat you. Now let’s talk about me.
STOP
*Kkp stands up and walks over to his dresser and digs threw his shirts.*
Krusty:*His Back to the camera.* Yes let’s talk about me, im tired of you, something about you just doesn’t sit right with me! maybe it’s the extremely gay relationship you have with your brother…Who knows.* Paul shrugs his shoulders.*
Krusty: I know exactly where you stand in this fed, you’re a bottom feeder you will always be a bottom feeder, you cant see the big picture. Do you know why I am fighting you, do you know why they pinned me up against you.
*Kkp finds a shirt, solid black one and slides it on over his torso, still with his back to the camera he talks.*
Krusty: You can think about that you seem like a smart lad, a little on the fruity side but im sure you can figure it out.
*Kkp grabs a bottle of cloghn lifts it up to his neck and sprays some on two sprays is the proper amount. He sets the bottle down and heads out the bedroom door grabbing his bandana and toque of the dresser as he leave. The camera follows him down the stairs to the kitchen. He opens the fridge reaches in and grabs a beer, he then walks over to the living room and takes a seat. Krusty Cracks his beer open and toss’s the cap in to the garbage at the side of the couch.*
Krusty: I live by my rules I fight for survival you fight for pride…ask your self what is more important. sure There are some similarities. For example I would sacrifice my body to survive and im sure you would do the same for pride, but would on the other hand I have nothing to loose but you have your pride. And where would that stand if you lost to me? Someone you obviously look down on, what would that do for your PRIDE.
Knock Knock
*Some one is tapping at the door, Kkp doesn’t seem to be surprised he gets up and walks over to the front door.*
Krusty: * taking a swig of the bottle.* And would you sacrifice your life for your pride?
*Kkp opens the door and standing out side in the early night is a punk rocker chick, with a short army skirt on and some fishnet stockings and her feet concealed by some outrageous boots, she is wearing a band shirt with the name NO CASH. but it is mostly covered up by her pimped out leather jacket, her hair style is unique a tri hawk the outer two are black and the middle one is bright red, she smiles as Kkp steps out of the way to let her in.*
Women: Are ya ready. *In a flirty voice.*
Krusty:*Taking a swig of the bottle.* I’ve been ready for twenty minutes what took you so long?
Women: I had to make a stop off at the liquor store.
*Kkp takes a the last of his beer back and toss the bottle on the ground, he opens up the hall closet reaches in and pulls out his plaid coat slides it on, left arm first.*
Krusty: What did ya get me?
Women: Oh you will see.
*Kkp grabs his toque out of his back pocket and throws it over his skull.*
Krusty: Yeah I just got to wrap something up go wait in the van.
*Krusty hands her the key’s as she walks out the door.*
Krusty: You say im bad at this wrestling game, then why am I still here? Its been close to a year, and im still kickin. So I must be doing something right. and even jobbers have there moment in the spot light and your's ends tommorow night.
*Kkp grabs the camera and the camera mans head and smashes it into the wall.*
STATIC[/s]
-fade to black.-
* The camera man enters the room to find Krusty just doing the studded belt up that keeps his pants afloat, he then turns to his bed grabs his boots and sits down, he flicks on the Television across from his bed and toss’s a tape in the vcr.*
Krusty: Lets take a look at what kind of shit is coming out of Jay’s toilet for a mouth shall we.
*Kkp lift’s the remote up and clicks play…Static for a minute or so.*
“Tomorrow.”
[Jay O’Brien, head in his hands, dark hair flowing over his fingers, cascading, falling like near-black water.]
JOB: Tomorrow, tomorrow...
[Jay is breathing heavily now, psyching himself up, shoulders rising and falling, faster, faster, faster still. Then he snaps his head up. His eyes are burning with intensity.]
JOB: Well here we are, Paul, one day before Action – one day before I chalk up my third consecutive win. One day before I climb another rung on the ladder. One day before I cross another name of my list.
STOP.
Krusty: Do you want me to get you a paper bag…ya look like your going to throw up.
PLAY
JOB: Paul, you are going the same way as Jack Saffire, and the same way as Marcus Chamberlain. And yet you call me a jobber based on the fact that I’ve won two matches out of two? Do you think that makes sense? Why, Paul? Did you say that because Saffire and Chamberlain haven’t left their indelible mark on this promotion yet? Did you say that because you doubt they ever will? Or did you say that because you simply don’t know who they are? Either way, Paul, it really doesn’t matter, because the fact is I never jobbed. I beat them And like we all know, a man can only beat what’s put in front of him, right? You’re reaching, son, and there’s nothing to for you to grab on to. You’ve got NOTHING on me.
[Jay is amped.]
JOB: Paul, I want you to look into these eyes – my eyes – and tell me what you see.
[The camera zooms in on the burning blue.]
JOB: Do you see defeat in these eyes, Paul? Do you see fear? Hell, Paul, do you even see uncertainty? I’ll answer those questions for you right now: NO No you (BLEEP)ing don’t.
[The camera zooms out. Jay is just as hard-faced as he was before. Just as forceful.]
STOP
*Kkp leans over begins tying up his boot on his left foot, he pulls it up nice and snug, he grabs the laces.*
Krusty: *Singing.* Over under in and out that’s what shoe tying all about.
*He slams his foot on the floor smacks his boot. Then picks up another remote and hits play, this time a cd begins to spin.*
The music.
[glow=blue,2,300]No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes
No one knows what it's like
To be hated
To be fated
To telling only lies[/glow]
*The music continues to play in the background of Paul’s voice.*
Krusty: You already know what I think of when I see you, and according to this song people with blue eyes are sad and like to lie?...now back to the show cause I can’t take much more of this shitty music.
*Kkp Hits stop, the cd shuts off and he let’s out a smile of relief, then grabs his other boot and slides it on to his right foot. He takes the remote in his hand.*
PLAY[/b]
JOB: I’m looking at you, just you, scrutinizing your every detail, because I know I can’t get to where I want to get by focusing solely on the bigger picture. I’ve got to take things one step at a time. You, Paul, are my next step. The next stepping stone, if you will.
JOB: And the best thing of all? You’re distracting yourself into oblivion.
JOB: Dazed and confused, Paul – two words to describe you quite aptly. You don’t seem to know who you are, or where you’re going. You’ve got delusions of grandeur, delusions that you’re a better man and a better wrestler than you really are, and all the while you’re just happy to guess and hope and pray that your next opponent – me, Paul, me – isn’t as good as you are. That he’s gonna help you find your feet again, help you back to winning ways.
[Jay laughs, shakes his head.]
JOB: But it’s just not gonna happen.
JOB: We’ve spoken about you a lot this week, Paul, and I’m perfectly satisfied that I can – and will – beat you. Now let’s talk about me.
STOP
*Kkp stands up and walks over to his dresser and digs threw his shirts.*
Krusty:*His Back to the camera.* Yes let’s talk about me, im tired of you, something about you just doesn’t sit right with me! maybe it’s the extremely gay relationship you have with your brother…Who knows.* Paul shrugs his shoulders.*
Krusty: I know exactly where you stand in this fed, you’re a bottom feeder you will always be a bottom feeder, you cant see the big picture. Do you know why I am fighting you, do you know why they pinned me up against you.
*Kkp finds a shirt, solid black one and slides it on over his torso, still with his back to the camera he talks.*
Krusty: You can think about that you seem like a smart lad, a little on the fruity side but im sure you can figure it out.
*Kkp grabs a bottle of cloghn lifts it up to his neck and sprays some on two sprays is the proper amount. He sets the bottle down and heads out the bedroom door grabbing his bandana and toque of the dresser as he leave. The camera follows him down the stairs to the kitchen. He opens the fridge reaches in and grabs a beer, he then walks over to the living room and takes a seat. Krusty Cracks his beer open and toss’s the cap in to the garbage at the side of the couch.*
Krusty: I live by my rules I fight for survival you fight for pride…ask your self what is more important. sure There are some similarities. For example I would sacrifice my body to survive and im sure you would do the same for pride, but would on the other hand I have nothing to loose but you have your pride. And where would that stand if you lost to me? Someone you obviously look down on, what would that do for your PRIDE.
Knock Knock
*Some one is tapping at the door, Kkp doesn’t seem to be surprised he gets up and walks over to the front door.*
Krusty: * taking a swig of the bottle.* And would you sacrifice your life for your pride?
*Kkp opens the door and standing out side in the early night is a punk rocker chick, with a short army skirt on and some fishnet stockings and her feet concealed by some outrageous boots, she is wearing a band shirt with the name NO CASH. but it is mostly covered up by her pimped out leather jacket, her hair style is unique a tri hawk the outer two are black and the middle one is bright red, she smiles as Kkp steps out of the way to let her in.*
Women: Are ya ready. *In a flirty voice.*
Krusty:*Taking a swig of the bottle.* I’ve been ready for twenty minutes what took you so long?
Women: I had to make a stop off at the liquor store.
*Kkp takes a the last of his beer back and toss the bottle on the ground, he opens up the hall closet reaches in and pulls out his plaid coat slides it on, left arm first.*
Krusty: What did ya get me?
Women: Oh you will see.
*Kkp grabs his toque out of his back pocket and throws it over his skull.*
Krusty: Yeah I just got to wrap something up go wait in the van.
*Krusty hands her the key’s as she walks out the door.*
Krusty: You say im bad at this wrestling game, then why am I still here? Its been close to a year, and im still kickin. So I must be doing something right. and even jobbers have there moment in the spot light and your's ends tommorow night.
*Kkp grabs the camera and the camera mans head and smashes it into the wall.*
-fade to black.-