Post by Stone Zellor on Apr 11, 2007 16:48:51 GMT -5
The past few weeks Stone Zellor has been doing a bit of soul searching. That and wrestling. It started after the last NAPW show, Sole Survivor. Having fallen at the last hurdle in the Tag Title match and having a disappointing, albeit highly entertaining Sole Survivor match ... Things weren't looking up.
The Midnight Cowboys, former NAPW Tag Team Champions split up, possibly forever. Clint took his ass to REBEL Pro, lying to his half-brother in the process. "A promotion back home" he said. "North Carolina ain't home" Stone thought. But one word resonated through Stone’s pimptastic mind - "dynamite" ... "you're dynamite in that ring" ... "dynamite". And so it was.
Two weeks ago, Stone 'disappeared' and visited ... Wait, it was either Banff National Park or Bragg Creek. Either way he took some food, some drink and plenty of clothes and isolated himself in a cave, hoping to spend a few days away from it all.
"I gots to find myself ... Or God, whoever wants to be found first, ya know"
That took six hours.
After that, well Stone took to the road. Alone, solitary and driving a rented Taurus, to hone his craft in various independent promotions. Work on his magic, bring that sparkle back into his game and prove to the world - or at least part of Canada - that he is, exactly what he says he is. Dynamite!
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[The scene opens in Mississauga, Ontario where Stone Zellor is relaxing in the comfort of a hotel room. Very generic. White walls, a picture of some flowers between the twin beds. And a window with the Mississauga high-rise skyline visible in the distance. The man himself is sat on the edge of one of the beds, dressed in some tie-dye cargo pants and his 'Jersey Girls Ain't Trash - Trash gets Picked Up' tee. His favourite. He's doing his shoes up, his black Adidas trainers as a voice calls to him from the bathroom]
Bubbles:
You nearly ready, Stone?
[It's Bubbles, the girl from Staten Island. Stone's long time friend]
Stone:
Just doin' my shoes up. Bunny ears style.
[By now Bubble has emerged from the bathroom. Her red hair flowing like a river at sunset threw the Appalachian mountains ... Bad metaphor, I know. A black Rolling Stones tee and a pair of skinny jeans make up the rest of her ensemble]
Stone:
And, I'm ready, B ... Ya know, i hear they got a sweet Livin' Arts Centre here.
Bubbles:
Come on, you've not gone that mellow have you?
Stone:
Nah, not yet. A few more weeks of the fans cheering my name should do it, or at least slappin' the taste out of a coupla mouths. Ya know, good times.
[He says with a smile]
Bubbles:
Lets just stick to our picnic for now.
Stone:
Okay...
Bubbles:
And you can tell me what's happened recently.
[Pause]
Stone:
Since you were supposed to come and visit before?
Bubbles:
I'm here now, Stone.
Stone:
I know, but I don't want to talk about it. There's something about being dumped by your half-brother and Pops so they could go work for REBEL Pro, it just leaves a bitter taste in yo' mouth ... Fortunately I'm a damn sight more popular and talented than both of those guys, I can do this shit on my own. I've worked to improve myself, ya know? New moves, a bit more muscle mass and I spent six hours in a cave somewhere in Alberta to find God ... I found myself, but it'll do.
Bubbles:
Oh...
Stone:
Yeah, I know. It'll all be the more impressive when I step into the rings with Matthew Kurtis this week. I mean, it's been almost a month since we - I mean, I gots to kick his ass around that ring. An' he ain't exactly a DOOMrider, so it ain't that worrying, B. After all, I gots skills and I said that even before I knew I did. An' it ain't bragging if yo' can back it up, ya know?
[Smile!]
Bubbles:
Still the same old Stone deep down, I see.
Stone:
Ain't broke, don't fix it ... Wait, 'New And Improved' Stone Zellor ... Or, 'Dynamite' Stone Zellor.
Bubbles:
I like 'Dynamite'. It sounds classic.
Stone:
I'll make it my own, though.
[Pause]
Bubbles:
So, we going for this picnic or not?
[And with that, the scene comes to an end with the traditional fade to black]
The Midnight Cowboys, former NAPW Tag Team Champions split up, possibly forever. Clint took his ass to REBEL Pro, lying to his half-brother in the process. "A promotion back home" he said. "North Carolina ain't home" Stone thought. But one word resonated through Stone’s pimptastic mind - "dynamite" ... "you're dynamite in that ring" ... "dynamite". And so it was.
Two weeks ago, Stone 'disappeared' and visited ... Wait, it was either Banff National Park or Bragg Creek. Either way he took some food, some drink and plenty of clothes and isolated himself in a cave, hoping to spend a few days away from it all.
"I gots to find myself ... Or God, whoever wants to be found first, ya know"
That took six hours.
After that, well Stone took to the road. Alone, solitary and driving a rented Taurus, to hone his craft in various independent promotions. Work on his magic, bring that sparkle back into his game and prove to the world - or at least part of Canada - that he is, exactly what he says he is. Dynamite!
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[The scene opens in Mississauga, Ontario where Stone Zellor is relaxing in the comfort of a hotel room. Very generic. White walls, a picture of some flowers between the twin beds. And a window with the Mississauga high-rise skyline visible in the distance. The man himself is sat on the edge of one of the beds, dressed in some tie-dye cargo pants and his 'Jersey Girls Ain't Trash - Trash gets Picked Up' tee. His favourite. He's doing his shoes up, his black Adidas trainers as a voice calls to him from the bathroom]
Bubbles:
You nearly ready, Stone?
[It's Bubbles, the girl from Staten Island. Stone's long time friend]
Stone:
Just doin' my shoes up. Bunny ears style.
[By now Bubble has emerged from the bathroom. Her red hair flowing like a river at sunset threw the Appalachian mountains ... Bad metaphor, I know. A black Rolling Stones tee and a pair of skinny jeans make up the rest of her ensemble]
Stone:
And, I'm ready, B ... Ya know, i hear they got a sweet Livin' Arts Centre here.
Bubbles:
Come on, you've not gone that mellow have you?
Stone:
Nah, not yet. A few more weeks of the fans cheering my name should do it, or at least slappin' the taste out of a coupla mouths. Ya know, good times.
[He says with a smile]
Bubbles:
Lets just stick to our picnic for now.
Stone:
Okay...
Bubbles:
And you can tell me what's happened recently.
[Pause]
Stone:
Since you were supposed to come and visit before?
Bubbles:
I'm here now, Stone.
Stone:
I know, but I don't want to talk about it. There's something about being dumped by your half-brother and Pops so they could go work for REBEL Pro, it just leaves a bitter taste in yo' mouth ... Fortunately I'm a damn sight more popular and talented than both of those guys, I can do this shit on my own. I've worked to improve myself, ya know? New moves, a bit more muscle mass and I spent six hours in a cave somewhere in Alberta to find God ... I found myself, but it'll do.
Bubbles:
Oh...
Stone:
Yeah, I know. It'll all be the more impressive when I step into the rings with Matthew Kurtis this week. I mean, it's been almost a month since we - I mean, I gots to kick his ass around that ring. An' he ain't exactly a DOOMrider, so it ain't that worrying, B. After all, I gots skills and I said that even before I knew I did. An' it ain't bragging if yo' can back it up, ya know?
[Smile!]
Bubbles:
Still the same old Stone deep down, I see.
Stone:
Ain't broke, don't fix it ... Wait, 'New And Improved' Stone Zellor ... Or, 'Dynamite' Stone Zellor.
Bubbles:
I like 'Dynamite'. It sounds classic.
Stone:
I'll make it my own, though.
[Pause]
Bubbles:
So, we going for this picnic or not?
[And with that, the scene comes to an end with the traditional fade to black]