Post by Stone Zellor on Feb 23, 2007 18:12:28 GMT -5
[The scene opens at Logan International Airport, where Stone is sitting in the departure lounge. His head in his hands. Having just his ass handed to him for the second time in a week - wait, no. "The Beast" handed him his ass. Yori Yakamo Jr. turned his ass into a hat. Now he has to, dejectedly, head back to Canada where, no doubt Clint and Papa Z will be there to rub it in]
[So, as I said, Stone is sitting alone in the airport lounge, dressed in a pair of jeans and a 'Sugar Hill Gang' tee shirt. A giant slushy ice drink, a cheap knock off of a Slurpee in his right hand. His phone in his left. Unfortunately we can't hear the other end of the conversation]
"Yeah, that wasn't exactly the best week of my life, ya know."
"That was good, though."
[He takes a sip of his drink]
"Nah, I'm just at the airport now. An' get this, there's this guy opposite me who's actually wearing a wrestling tee.
[The man opposite stares at him]
"I know. But I'm hurtin' right now, ya know. First Bruce Richards, then Yori Yakamo. My bruises have bruises."
"There is that."
"That was sweet. Who knew Stylin' Kyle was actually a good guy?"
"Nice guy to my standard, ya know. Not to a 'normal' person like you."
"As I watched the beatin' with the chair, the ring bell and that wicked lookin' Bear Tamer - hell it made my night. That made up for being thrown around like a damn puppet ... Made up for that damn Bob bein' right."
[Stone laughs. Obviously his phone-a-friend said something funny]
"He is."
"Nah, I need to talk to my family about this week. We've got our first title defense against The DOOMriders."
"I wanted The Foundation too. They'd be a damn sight easier."
[Wait a second]
"Yeah, that's Billy Kryenik."
"I know he won The Canada Cup"
"And I know Tommy Deathrow's a sick, twisted, morally bankrupt and slightly perverse guy."
"Nah, I heard someone else call him morally bankrupt."
"I can't remember who."
"It might of been, he uses big words like that. But I ain't worried, ya know, I gots Clint in my corner and he's been restin' up for the last two weeks. Workin' hard at the gym while I been gettin' my ass kicked across North America."
[Another pause. Damn that person talk a lot, but it does give Stone chance to take another sip of his drink. Cherry flavoured]
"C'mon, they deserved it."
"I ain't defending The Rat Pack, those guys ruin the name of bad guys everywhere - but if The DOOMriders can't fight a real match without havin' to use, like glass or barbed wire then screw them. Me an' Clint can fight a technical match if we need to, an' if that'll get us ahead then that's what we're gonna do."
"I don't care about the numbers game."
"It'll be two-on-two this week, though."
"Yeah, Pops'll be in our corner."
"It won't be loaded. Peeps have got wise to that trick an' it's backfired too many times."
"Yeah, I know. Listen, my flight's just about ready now ... Are you comin' to Edmonton soon?"
"Holla."
[And with that Stone hangs up the phone. And sure enough, his flight is just about ready so the scene comes to an end here with the traditional fade to black]
[So, as I said, Stone is sitting alone in the airport lounge, dressed in a pair of jeans and a 'Sugar Hill Gang' tee shirt. A giant slushy ice drink, a cheap knock off of a Slurpee in his right hand. His phone in his left. Unfortunately we can't hear the other end of the conversation]
"Yeah, that wasn't exactly the best week of my life, ya know."
"That was good, though."
[He takes a sip of his drink]
"Nah, I'm just at the airport now. An' get this, there's this guy opposite me who's actually wearing a wrestling tee.
[The man opposite stares at him]
"I know. But I'm hurtin' right now, ya know. First Bruce Richards, then Yori Yakamo. My bruises have bruises."
"There is that."
"That was sweet. Who knew Stylin' Kyle was actually a good guy?"
"Nice guy to my standard, ya know. Not to a 'normal' person like you."
"As I watched the beatin' with the chair, the ring bell and that wicked lookin' Bear Tamer - hell it made my night. That made up for being thrown around like a damn puppet ... Made up for that damn Bob bein' right."
[Stone laughs. Obviously his phone-a-friend said something funny]
"He is."
"Nah, I need to talk to my family about this week. We've got our first title defense against The DOOMriders."
"I wanted The Foundation too. They'd be a damn sight easier."
[Wait a second]
"Yeah, that's Billy Kryenik."
"I know he won The Canada Cup"
"And I know Tommy Deathrow's a sick, twisted, morally bankrupt and slightly perverse guy."
"Nah, I heard someone else call him morally bankrupt."
"I can't remember who."
"It might of been, he uses big words like that. But I ain't worried, ya know, I gots Clint in my corner and he's been restin' up for the last two weeks. Workin' hard at the gym while I been gettin' my ass kicked across North America."
[Another pause. Damn that person talk a lot, but it does give Stone chance to take another sip of his drink. Cherry flavoured]
"C'mon, they deserved it."
"I ain't defending The Rat Pack, those guys ruin the name of bad guys everywhere - but if The DOOMriders can't fight a real match without havin' to use, like glass or barbed wire then screw them. Me an' Clint can fight a technical match if we need to, an' if that'll get us ahead then that's what we're gonna do."
"I don't care about the numbers game."
"It'll be two-on-two this week, though."
"Yeah, Pops'll be in our corner."
"It won't be loaded. Peeps have got wise to that trick an' it's backfired too many times."
"Yeah, I know. Listen, my flight's just about ready now ... Are you comin' to Edmonton soon?"
"Holla."
[And with that Stone hangs up the phone. And sure enough, his flight is just about ready so the scene comes to an end here with the traditional fade to black]