Post by Stone Zellor on Jan 26, 2006 17:13:58 GMT -5
~*~*~ Kenosha, Wisconsin, March 2001 ~*~*~
Uncle Joe's Pizza & Chicken Shack
7:01pm
The scene opens in Uncle Joe's Chicken & Pizza Shack where a group of jocks are sitting at one of the tables. The 'restaurant' itself has a nice yellow and red theme, with a rather plump Uncle Joe standing behind the counter. Of course all of the employees have "Uncle Joe" name badges. It lessens the chances of complaints. We go to focus in on the jocks as three people walk in. "The Stoners" as they were labelled in school. And there, in the middle is J.C. Cook in all his glory. Even then he wore Led Zeppelin shirts, the same one in fact, and those jeans look surprisingly similar to the ones he has now as well. His friends are twins, Freddie and Jason. They're both dressed the same, jeans and black t-shirts. As usual.
Freddie:
I'm just saying man, you need a plan for the future.
Jason:
I have a plan, man. It's in a bag under my bed.
Freddie:
No dude, something like long term.
J.C.:
You don't want to end up like Uncle Joe here.
The trio arrive at the counter to a growling Uncle Joe.
J.C.:
Three chicken strip meals please Joe.
Uncle Joe:
Drinks?
J.C.:
Pepsi, please.
Uncle Joe:
Eleven ninety-seven.
J.C.:
Twelve dollars, keep the change.
Uncle Joe:
Gee, thanks. Take a seat and I'll bring it over to you.
The guys take a seat as the conversation goes back to career choices.
Freddie:
Have you got a plan Jase?
Jason:
I dunno. I reckon I'll become a replacement bass player for a famous rock band after the original guy has to go into rehab for the second time in as many years..
Freddie:
Cool. I think I want to be a sitcom writer.
J.C.:
Sweet!
Jason:
How about you J.C.?
J.C.:
Me? I'm going to be a pro wrestler.
Jason:
Wrestling? Man, that's all fake.
J.C.:
I know, but that just means I can't get hurt. What's the worst that can happen, I could get a concussion? But I mean, what are the chances of that?
~*~*~ Scene Transition ~*~*~
The second scene opens in modern times, where J.C. Cook is sitting at The Nexus One Sports Club. He's alone at a table in the corner, a cool glass of beer in front of him, which neatly matches the Led Zeppelin shirt and jeans, and despite the fact it's a well lit room he has sunglasses on. Nice big ones.
J.C.:
These are not good times. First I got screwed out of the tag match, and then I got screwed out of the match at Joker's Wild. Referee, man if he's got his foot on the rope, don't count the damn three count. It's not hard, it's actually quite simple. You just tap the mat twice. Not three times, that's too many but not once, that's not enough. Two. Two times. And because of his incompetence I am not the NAPW Provincial Champion at the present time.
He takes a long sip of his drink.
You see, about four or five years ago, I can't remember exactly when, but then I decided I wanted to be a wrestler. Which I'm sure is the same with you Chris. Probably not though, I'm often wrong about these things. But, we are quite alike... In that we both bitch when things don't go our ways. Well, actually I don't bitch I complain. But, you bitch. All I heard then was "bitch, bitch, bitch, politics, bitch" and except for the politics part, that could have been an episode of Jerry Springer. 'I have a secret. I'm in love with your brother' and your sister and her boyfriend both bitch slap you back to the stone age.
Cook laughs to himself before taking another sip of beer.
But, seriously, I have to commend you on your performance at Joker's Wild. There's not many people who would keep climbing the cage and jump back into the ring. Not once, not twice but three times.
Cook mock applauses, as usual.
Three times you could have won the damn match, man. What the hell were you thinking? And now you've fired DX? Dude, seriously, calm down. Think, is this the best thing you could be doing with your time? Are you really cut out for this? I mean, I am. I have abs of steel, rock hard pecs and hair that just won't quit. But you, the slicked hair look is very 2001. Get with the times, the notions and figure out what everyone else already knows or at least thinks... You're not up to it anymore. You're not cutting the cheese so to speak. You're currently in a predicament where you can be rolled up, ground down and, and... pushed to one side?
He takes another, longer sip of his beer this time.
And, what's with the harsh words Chris? Comparing me with Don Travelli. Claiming I'm not as good because I don't hold gold. Newsflash Chris, neither do you! I know you have, but you don't. And for your information, 'Mr. Look At The Rankings Now', you're equal to where I was before I had that major concussion. So there!
You think that after a few months I could maaaaaaaaybe beat Travelli for the TV title? I'd have to be on Action! first. No offence to Don Travelli, I don't want a horses head or any horse part in my bed, I'm not Chris Casino...
Cook sniggers.
Damn, immature jokes sure are fun. I see why you like them now. Listen up Chris, and press record because I'm only going to say this once... For now anyway. I'm not living in your shadow. I never have and I never will. You, like so many people don't seem to get me, who I am and what I can do. So, bitch...
He sniggers again. Cook sure does like the immature comedy.
You bring your punk ass back from "The Land Of The Rising Sun", where your mother is a tailor who sowed your new blue jeans.... No, that was "The House"... My bad. But you bring your punk ass back from wherever you're hiding and you walk into Monday Night Fights with your head held high, so i can bring you back down from your little pedestal. This is the silver lining in my crappy week Chris, because as I'm kicking your ass I'll be reminded of why I will never, ever be in your shadow, bitch. Because Monday Night Fights will be full of... You got it, good times.
And with that the scene comes to an end with the traditional fade to black.
Uncle Joe's Pizza & Chicken Shack
7:01pm
The scene opens in Uncle Joe's Chicken & Pizza Shack where a group of jocks are sitting at one of the tables. The 'restaurant' itself has a nice yellow and red theme, with a rather plump Uncle Joe standing behind the counter. Of course all of the employees have "Uncle Joe" name badges. It lessens the chances of complaints. We go to focus in on the jocks as three people walk in. "The Stoners" as they were labelled in school. And there, in the middle is J.C. Cook in all his glory. Even then he wore Led Zeppelin shirts, the same one in fact, and those jeans look surprisingly similar to the ones he has now as well. His friends are twins, Freddie and Jason. They're both dressed the same, jeans and black t-shirts. As usual.
Freddie:
I'm just saying man, you need a plan for the future.
Jason:
I have a plan, man. It's in a bag under my bed.
Freddie:
No dude, something like long term.
J.C.:
You don't want to end up like Uncle Joe here.
The trio arrive at the counter to a growling Uncle Joe.
J.C.:
Three chicken strip meals please Joe.
Uncle Joe:
Drinks?
J.C.:
Pepsi, please.
Uncle Joe:
Eleven ninety-seven.
J.C.:
Twelve dollars, keep the change.
Uncle Joe:
Gee, thanks. Take a seat and I'll bring it over to you.
The guys take a seat as the conversation goes back to career choices.
Freddie:
Have you got a plan Jase?
Jason:
I dunno. I reckon I'll become a replacement bass player for a famous rock band after the original guy has to go into rehab for the second time in as many years..
Freddie:
Cool. I think I want to be a sitcom writer.
J.C.:
Sweet!
Jason:
How about you J.C.?
J.C.:
Me? I'm going to be a pro wrestler.
Jason:
Wrestling? Man, that's all fake.
J.C.:
I know, but that just means I can't get hurt. What's the worst that can happen, I could get a concussion? But I mean, what are the chances of that?
~*~*~ Scene Transition ~*~*~
The second scene opens in modern times, where J.C. Cook is sitting at The Nexus One Sports Club. He's alone at a table in the corner, a cool glass of beer in front of him, which neatly matches the Led Zeppelin shirt and jeans, and despite the fact it's a well lit room he has sunglasses on. Nice big ones.
J.C.:
These are not good times. First I got screwed out of the tag match, and then I got screwed out of the match at Joker's Wild. Referee, man if he's got his foot on the rope, don't count the damn three count. It's not hard, it's actually quite simple. You just tap the mat twice. Not three times, that's too many but not once, that's not enough. Two. Two times. And because of his incompetence I am not the NAPW Provincial Champion at the present time.
He takes a long sip of his drink.
You see, about four or five years ago, I can't remember exactly when, but then I decided I wanted to be a wrestler. Which I'm sure is the same with you Chris. Probably not though, I'm often wrong about these things. But, we are quite alike... In that we both bitch when things don't go our ways. Well, actually I don't bitch I complain. But, you bitch. All I heard then was "bitch, bitch, bitch, politics, bitch" and except for the politics part, that could have been an episode of Jerry Springer. 'I have a secret. I'm in love with your brother' and your sister and her boyfriend both bitch slap you back to the stone age.
Cook laughs to himself before taking another sip of beer.
But, seriously, I have to commend you on your performance at Joker's Wild. There's not many people who would keep climbing the cage and jump back into the ring. Not once, not twice but three times.
Cook mock applauses, as usual.
Three times you could have won the damn match, man. What the hell were you thinking? And now you've fired DX? Dude, seriously, calm down. Think, is this the best thing you could be doing with your time? Are you really cut out for this? I mean, I am. I have abs of steel, rock hard pecs and hair that just won't quit. But you, the slicked hair look is very 2001. Get with the times, the notions and figure out what everyone else already knows or at least thinks... You're not up to it anymore. You're not cutting the cheese so to speak. You're currently in a predicament where you can be rolled up, ground down and, and... pushed to one side?
He takes another, longer sip of his beer this time.
And, what's with the harsh words Chris? Comparing me with Don Travelli. Claiming I'm not as good because I don't hold gold. Newsflash Chris, neither do you! I know you have, but you don't. And for your information, 'Mr. Look At The Rankings Now', you're equal to where I was before I had that major concussion. So there!
You think that after a few months I could maaaaaaaaybe beat Travelli for the TV title? I'd have to be on Action! first. No offence to Don Travelli, I don't want a horses head or any horse part in my bed, I'm not Chris Casino...
Cook sniggers.
Damn, immature jokes sure are fun. I see why you like them now. Listen up Chris, and press record because I'm only going to say this once... For now anyway. I'm not living in your shadow. I never have and I never will. You, like so many people don't seem to get me, who I am and what I can do. So, bitch...
He sniggers again. Cook sure does like the immature comedy.
You bring your punk ass back from "The Land Of The Rising Sun", where your mother is a tailor who sowed your new blue jeans.... No, that was "The House"... My bad. But you bring your punk ass back from wherever you're hiding and you walk into Monday Night Fights with your head held high, so i can bring you back down from your little pedestal. This is the silver lining in my crappy week Chris, because as I'm kicking your ass I'll be reminded of why I will never, ever be in your shadow, bitch. Because Monday Night Fights will be full of... You got it, good times.
And with that the scene comes to an end with the traditional fade to black.