Post by Stone Zellor on Mar 23, 2007 17:23:47 GMT -5
[The scene opens at Toronto Grace Hospital where Papa Z is being held for tests. The old man is laid out in bed, his blanket pulled all the way up to his chest as he plays with the controls on the bed. "Bed goes up, bed goes down". He does love 'The Simpsons'. Anyway, next to the bearded, bespectacled manager of The Midnight Cowboys is his son, Stone Zellor. Who's dressed rather conservatively in some jeans and a plain grey tee shirt. His hair appears to have not been washed for over twenty four hours, which folks, is a bad sign]
Stone:
I can't believe Clint even thought about breakin' us up, Pops.
[Papa Z wheezes]
Stone:
All we been through ... Winning the titles. Making The Celtic Assassins have to work in North Carolina. Breaking D-X up. Losing the titles ... Now I know how Bruce Richards feels - without being blasted in the face.
Papa Z:
You've -- used -- that -- joke -- before...
[And the old guy wheezes again]
Stone:
Nah, I ain't ... Have I? Damn I just don't know no more. Clint seems to think we can outwrestle these guys on Tuesday night. Which, I mean, it worked well for like the first month or so here ... We went undefeated for weeks. Then I went 'evil', you started loading your sign and finally Clint saw the light ... Then the insults came. People said we couldn't do it no more. Just 'cause we ain't winning clean, it didn't nothin' away from what we've accomplished. Has it?
[Papa Z nods. Heck, it's easier then him talking]
Stone:
Really?
Papa Z:
Yes.
Stone:
Damn, man, y'see I didn't want that. I didn't want to be in the position when my partner, my broheim seems to think we only got one more chance to prove ourselves. 'Cause Next Generation - they ain't nothin' to worry 'bout, y'know. I've seen teams like that come an' go more times than ... Something that happens a lot.
Papa Z:
Have -- you -- told...
[Wheeze]
Papa Z:
Clint -- this?
Stone:
Nah. He seems so confident that we can win these titles back. Cast aside the shackles that bound us and reach the pinnacle of this business or somethin'. He talks too much.
Papa Z:
True.
Stone:
'Cause I'm still hurtin' 'bout our loss to The DOOMriders last time. I heard what people said, Pops, how they said it was all my fault. And even now, when Billy is going to compete for the NAPW Championship he can still probably bring his 'A-Game' to this tag match. And if he's on form, it'll be damn tough to beat him. Without cheating anyway. I wouldn't want to give Tommy the pleasure of beatin' him wit' a weapon though. Sadistic bastard. I've still got the scars and bandages from what him and The Foundation did to me. Clint has some too. An' I mean it when I say sadistic, 'cause I've seen what these guys will do. Remember when they fought The Untouchables - which, fair enough ain't The Untouchables they're facin' this time - 'cause Jay O'Brien ain't no Chris Casino, y'know?
Papa Z:
I -- know.
Stone:
An' Krenshov, man, he's been goin' downhill since he got shown up by Sakai a while back. Big, dumb bastard with one use - to be brainwashed and used as a weapon. Dude probably ain't thought an original thought his own life. Someone probably suggested he become a wrestler. Someone probably suggested he join NAPW, join The Untouchables and try an' get so far without an ounce of talent runnin' through his overgrown veins ... Sayin' that, he is strong and don't want to be on the receiving end of his powerbomb. Fold me up like some accordion. Ain't gonna happen, Pops!
Papa Z:
I'm -- sure -- it -- hurts...
[Once more, the old man wheezes. Unbeknownst to Stone, it does hurt him to talk. And here's Stone, yammering away about nothing of great importance]
Stone:
And then we got the Sole Survivor match - y'know, they had The Honky Tonk Man in it last year? How cool would it have been to meet him?
[Papa Z perks up slightly. During his formative years wrestling and managing, Papa Z did admire the Honky Tonk Man, especially his brawls down South. They were quite impressive for their time]
Stone:
An' this year, they've got three mystery entrants. I'm hopin' some bird needs some work so we get more eye candy round here than just Lyndsey Valentine. 'Cause she's already felt the 'Balls of Steel' ... As has Thomas Young ... Freak. Anyway, it'll be me an' Clint an' twenty eight other guys and gals. I ain't never been in a match like this before, Pops. It's a big deal for me ... maybe they'll have JC Cook come back again. That'd be cool. An' I can toss that son-of-a-bitch right over the top rope. Get him back for Boston.
Papa Z:
Rat -- bastard.
Stone:
An' when we get all the way to the end, we got Newfy Jack to eliminate. I'm gonna see if I can get more then four eliminations, Pops. Beat my battle royale record. That'd be sweet. Earn myself a shot at the NAPW Championship - an' take that belt from Billy Kryenik like we're gonna take the tag titles back this week ... So cool, Pops.
[Just then a nurse appears in the doorway]
Nurse:
Visiting hours are over, everybody.
[She exits as the half a dozen or so people in the room start to wrap up their conversations]
Stone:
Okay, Pops, I gotta be gettin' off now. We'll be by tomorrow to see you again, an' make sure yo' be better by Tuesday. Gots to have you by ringside as we ride high again.
[Stone heads towards the exit. He's halfway out the room when...]
Stone:
'Cause I gots skills, baby...
[Okay, now fade to black]
Stone:
I can't believe Clint even thought about breakin' us up, Pops.
[Papa Z wheezes]
Stone:
All we been through ... Winning the titles. Making The Celtic Assassins have to work in North Carolina. Breaking D-X up. Losing the titles ... Now I know how Bruce Richards feels - without being blasted in the face.
Papa Z:
You've -- used -- that -- joke -- before...
[And the old guy wheezes again]
Stone:
Nah, I ain't ... Have I? Damn I just don't know no more. Clint seems to think we can outwrestle these guys on Tuesday night. Which, I mean, it worked well for like the first month or so here ... We went undefeated for weeks. Then I went 'evil', you started loading your sign and finally Clint saw the light ... Then the insults came. People said we couldn't do it no more. Just 'cause we ain't winning clean, it didn't nothin' away from what we've accomplished. Has it?
[Papa Z nods. Heck, it's easier then him talking]
Stone:
Really?
Papa Z:
Yes.
Stone:
Damn, man, y'see I didn't want that. I didn't want to be in the position when my partner, my broheim seems to think we only got one more chance to prove ourselves. 'Cause Next Generation - they ain't nothin' to worry 'bout, y'know. I've seen teams like that come an' go more times than ... Something that happens a lot.
Papa Z:
Have -- you -- told...
[Wheeze]
Papa Z:
Clint -- this?
Stone:
Nah. He seems so confident that we can win these titles back. Cast aside the shackles that bound us and reach the pinnacle of this business or somethin'. He talks too much.
Papa Z:
True.
Stone:
'Cause I'm still hurtin' 'bout our loss to The DOOMriders last time. I heard what people said, Pops, how they said it was all my fault. And even now, when Billy is going to compete for the NAPW Championship he can still probably bring his 'A-Game' to this tag match. And if he's on form, it'll be damn tough to beat him. Without cheating anyway. I wouldn't want to give Tommy the pleasure of beatin' him wit' a weapon though. Sadistic bastard. I've still got the scars and bandages from what him and The Foundation did to me. Clint has some too. An' I mean it when I say sadistic, 'cause I've seen what these guys will do. Remember when they fought The Untouchables - which, fair enough ain't The Untouchables they're facin' this time - 'cause Jay O'Brien ain't no Chris Casino, y'know?
Papa Z:
I -- know.
Stone:
An' Krenshov, man, he's been goin' downhill since he got shown up by Sakai a while back. Big, dumb bastard with one use - to be brainwashed and used as a weapon. Dude probably ain't thought an original thought his own life. Someone probably suggested he become a wrestler. Someone probably suggested he join NAPW, join The Untouchables and try an' get so far without an ounce of talent runnin' through his overgrown veins ... Sayin' that, he is strong and don't want to be on the receiving end of his powerbomb. Fold me up like some accordion. Ain't gonna happen, Pops!
Papa Z:
I'm -- sure -- it -- hurts...
[Once more, the old man wheezes. Unbeknownst to Stone, it does hurt him to talk. And here's Stone, yammering away about nothing of great importance]
Stone:
And then we got the Sole Survivor match - y'know, they had The Honky Tonk Man in it last year? How cool would it have been to meet him?
[Papa Z perks up slightly. During his formative years wrestling and managing, Papa Z did admire the Honky Tonk Man, especially his brawls down South. They were quite impressive for their time]
Stone:
An' this year, they've got three mystery entrants. I'm hopin' some bird needs some work so we get more eye candy round here than just Lyndsey Valentine. 'Cause she's already felt the 'Balls of Steel' ... As has Thomas Young ... Freak. Anyway, it'll be me an' Clint an' twenty eight other guys and gals. I ain't never been in a match like this before, Pops. It's a big deal for me ... maybe they'll have JC Cook come back again. That'd be cool. An' I can toss that son-of-a-bitch right over the top rope. Get him back for Boston.
Papa Z:
Rat -- bastard.
Stone:
An' when we get all the way to the end, we got Newfy Jack to eliminate. I'm gonna see if I can get more then four eliminations, Pops. Beat my battle royale record. That'd be sweet. Earn myself a shot at the NAPW Championship - an' take that belt from Billy Kryenik like we're gonna take the tag titles back this week ... So cool, Pops.
[Just then a nurse appears in the doorway]
Nurse:
Visiting hours are over, everybody.
[She exits as the half a dozen or so people in the room start to wrap up their conversations]
Stone:
Okay, Pops, I gotta be gettin' off now. We'll be by tomorrow to see you again, an' make sure yo' be better by Tuesday. Gots to have you by ringside as we ride high again.
[Stone heads towards the exit. He's halfway out the room when...]
Stone:
'Cause I gots skills, baby...
[Okay, now fade to black]