Post by Stone Zellor on Apr 13, 2007 17:27:24 GMT -5
[The scene opens in a bathroom in Barrie, Ontario where Stone Zellor is temporarily residing. In the adjoining room, not the bathroom. It's plain old white tiles with a blue trim, toilet, sink and a shower in one corner. But, Stone appears to be trying on his new ring attire. His black leather pants are on. His wrists are taped, right down on his left hand and he's putting on his choker whilst singing as the scene continues]
Stone:
Gee whizz, baby please!
[He finishes attaching the silver choker]
Stone:
Let me take you to an island of the sweet cool breeze. You don't feel like drive, baby hand me the keys.
[He makes a beckoning motion with his left hand. A "come get some" if you will, as he's smiling at himself in the mirror]
Stone:
And I'll take you to a place, and set your mind at ease. Don't you tickle my foot bottom...
[Stone laughs]
Stone:
Baby please. Don't you play with my nose I'm a...
[Stone sneezes, as per the song when there's a sound from behind him. More of a voice actually, in fact it is a voice. A female voice. A familiar female voice]
Bubbles:
Bless you.
[Stone turns around in shock! How did he miss that in the mirror?]
Bubbles:
As you were, Stone.
Stone:
B, you've gots to stop sneakin' up on me. I know this is the first time in, what, six years ... But damn, girl. Yo' scared me.
Bubbles:
You were scared by that? Imagine if I had been rude or actually jumped out on you.
Stone:
How long were you standin' there for?
Bubbles: *in a Jamaican accent*
With my sexual physique, you know I'm well built...
[Pause]
Stone:
Not too long. Aight, I can live wit' that. Now, B, damn, do I look good or what?
Bubbles:
You've gone from denim to leather, Stone.
Stone:
And the choker?
[Pause]
Bubbles:
Fabulous, darling.
Stone:
Now that's what I'm talkin' 'bout. 'Dynamite' Stone Zellor, makin' a fresh start without the hefty weight of a half-brother holdin' him down. No jacked up, untalented, waste of space wantin' the tag at the last moment so he can claim the victory as his own ... After watchin' as I gots my ass handed to me on occasion...
[Stone pauses as his smile turns to anger]
Stone:
Yo' bastard.
Bubbles:
You alright, Stone?
Stone:
I'm fine, B. Never better.
Bubbles:
You sure? I get that Clint and your Pops hurt you when they split like that--
Stone:
They didn't hurt me.
Bubbles:
Sorry. But like you said, man, this is a new chance for you. You're not a Midnight Cowboy anymore, or whatever you guys called yourself.
Stone:
Midnight Cowboys ... Did you know that was a film? About gay gigolos. That's what I get for lettin' Clint choose the name.
Bubbles:
Focus, Stone!
[She clicks her fingers]
Stone:
Careful of the cliché, B.
Bubbles:
Look, you want my help or not?
Stone:
You ain't even a wrestling fan! I need you to make sure I look good when I'm kickin' ass. I'm free to carve my own destiny, earn my own props, ya know. Make my own way up the ladder and reclaim NAPW gold - in good time. Nothin' to hold me back, ain't nothin' gonna slow me down. Not Matthew Kurtis, not who they throw at me next week. Not at the Supershow, not after that ... It's gonna be like when I first joined NAPW, I won like all of my first five matches before losing a title match. Damn Celts. That's gonna happen again, B, but without the defeat at the end. I'll be like Jay O'Brien, but without joining a group of hacks and fadin' away. It's better to burn out than fade away, ya know.
Bubbles:
I've heard ... And for what it's worth, you look good.
Stone:
I know. But I'll look that much better on Tuesday night, when I've defeated Matthew Kurtis. Punked him out in that ring and I've proved to world, I gots skills and I - am - dy-na-mite, biatch!
[And with that the scene comes to an end with the traditional fade to black]
Stone:
Gee whizz, baby please!
[He finishes attaching the silver choker]
Stone:
Let me take you to an island of the sweet cool breeze. You don't feel like drive, baby hand me the keys.
[He makes a beckoning motion with his left hand. A "come get some" if you will, as he's smiling at himself in the mirror]
Stone:
And I'll take you to a place, and set your mind at ease. Don't you tickle my foot bottom...
[Stone laughs]
Stone:
Baby please. Don't you play with my nose I'm a...
[Stone sneezes, as per the song when there's a sound from behind him. More of a voice actually, in fact it is a voice. A female voice. A familiar female voice]
Bubbles:
Bless you.
[Stone turns around in shock! How did he miss that in the mirror?]
Bubbles:
As you were, Stone.
Stone:
B, you've gots to stop sneakin' up on me. I know this is the first time in, what, six years ... But damn, girl. Yo' scared me.
Bubbles:
You were scared by that? Imagine if I had been rude or actually jumped out on you.
Stone:
How long were you standin' there for?
Bubbles: *in a Jamaican accent*
With my sexual physique, you know I'm well built...
[Pause]
Stone:
Not too long. Aight, I can live wit' that. Now, B, damn, do I look good or what?
Bubbles:
You've gone from denim to leather, Stone.
Stone:
And the choker?
[Pause]
Bubbles:
Fabulous, darling.
Stone:
Now that's what I'm talkin' 'bout. 'Dynamite' Stone Zellor, makin' a fresh start without the hefty weight of a half-brother holdin' him down. No jacked up, untalented, waste of space wantin' the tag at the last moment so he can claim the victory as his own ... After watchin' as I gots my ass handed to me on occasion...
[Stone pauses as his smile turns to anger]
Stone:
Yo' bastard.
Bubbles:
You alright, Stone?
Stone:
I'm fine, B. Never better.
Bubbles:
You sure? I get that Clint and your Pops hurt you when they split like that--
Stone:
They didn't hurt me.
Bubbles:
Sorry. But like you said, man, this is a new chance for you. You're not a Midnight Cowboy anymore, or whatever you guys called yourself.
Stone:
Midnight Cowboys ... Did you know that was a film? About gay gigolos. That's what I get for lettin' Clint choose the name.
Bubbles:
Focus, Stone!
[She clicks her fingers]
Stone:
Careful of the cliché, B.
Bubbles:
Look, you want my help or not?
Stone:
You ain't even a wrestling fan! I need you to make sure I look good when I'm kickin' ass. I'm free to carve my own destiny, earn my own props, ya know. Make my own way up the ladder and reclaim NAPW gold - in good time. Nothin' to hold me back, ain't nothin' gonna slow me down. Not Matthew Kurtis, not who they throw at me next week. Not at the Supershow, not after that ... It's gonna be like when I first joined NAPW, I won like all of my first five matches before losing a title match. Damn Celts. That's gonna happen again, B, but without the defeat at the end. I'll be like Jay O'Brien, but without joining a group of hacks and fadin' away. It's better to burn out than fade away, ya know.
Bubbles:
I've heard ... And for what it's worth, you look good.
Stone:
I know. But I'll look that much better on Tuesday night, when I've defeated Matthew Kurtis. Punked him out in that ring and I've proved to world, I gots skills and I - am - dy-na-mite, biatch!
[And with that the scene comes to an end with the traditional fade to black]