Post by John Fisherman on Feb 22, 2013 20:39:03 GMT 1
The scene opens at a local gymnasium. The morning light crept through the windows, shining upon vacant workout equipment. John Fisherman is seen bench pressing, wearing his regular workout attire and a white towel draped around his shoulders. He finally finishes, his face drenched in sweat. He wipes the sweat from his brow and heads towards his locker. He unlocks it and pulls out a duffel-bag. He appears to be ready to head back home, but when he pulls his cellphone out of the bag he realizes that he had seven missed calls.
Huh...
He scrolls through his phone and fails to recognize the caller. He shrugs it off and throws the phone back into his bag before heading off to the showers. After a short while he steps back out, now dressed in his casual attire. His phone was now in his jeans pocket when he feels it vibrate. He pulls it out and reads the name on the phone. It read "Unknown Caller". Unaware of what he is about to deal with he answers the call and holds the phone up to his ear as he walks out through the front door.
"Hello?"
...
John's eyes widen at the sound of the caller's voice.
"How...how did you find my number?"
...
"Quite frankly it is my business. I thought I chucked you out of my life for good. You're nothing but a leech!"
...
"What's wrong with you? You sound...heavier."
...
"Still as loud as ever. Hey what do I care anyway? Last time I saw you, you were hitched to that sleazy prick. How'd that turn out anyway?"
John holds the phone away from his ear for a moment as loud screams echo from his phone.
"Alright alright, forget I asked. As if I care anyway. Far as I'm concerned I'm done with you. I don't need you in my life, but clearly the same can't be said about you. What the hell do you want anyway?"
...
"No way! I already told you months ago! We're done! You're no good to me. I don't care what happened to you or how desperate you are, I don't need you in my life right now. Besides, I'm with someone else..."
...
"Quite frankly it's none of your business. All you need to know is that we're a couple, she's just as talented as I am and she's a better manager than you'll ever be. Plus, she doesn't scoff down everything in my fridge all the time!!"
...
"Whatever bubble butt, I don't need this."
He hangs up the phone.
Good riddance. I'm through with her. Time to see someone who actually deserves to be in my presence...
After slipping his phone back into his pocket he had already arrived outside his apartment. He is about to pull out his keys before he realizes that the door is already open. As he entered, he knew that this meant only one thing...
"Hey sweetie!"
Paige was at home, once again wearing one of John's over-sized t-shirts like a dress. She walks in from the kitchen and notices the look of stress on John's face as he collapses onto the couch.
"Baby what's up? How was your morning?"
John sighs.
"Just had an unwanted call that's all..."
"Do tell."
"Nah. Just need a minute that's all."
"Well I was about to grab a bite to eat. You want anything?"
"I'm good. Got a promo to shoot anyway..."
"Oh yeah, about that Soul Shadow guy right?"
"Yeah...I mean what the hell is going on here? Is MCCW a wrestling company or a retirement home?"
Paige giggles as she cuddles into his lap and seductively tickles John's chin with her finger.
"Well...am I old?"
John smiles.
"Of course not. You're my princess."
"AND your cute little champion, right?"
"How could I forget?"
How could I indeed...she won a title here before me? Where the hell is my title shot?
***
John and Paige spent the rest of the day cuddling with each other, sharing quality time with each other as they normally do. However as night comes, John had a camera set up in the lounge where he is still sitting in his couch. He is about to start his promo...
"So, here you are again. In the presence of your king. I thought I'd give my fans a little update, because I know that you're all dying to find out what's next. Well, here's the thing. Quite frankly, what's happening next is none of your business. All you have to know is that at Hell's Kitchen Buffet, another victim will be forced to bow down and kiss my boots. Resistance is futile, and soon everyone will recognize me as the rightful king of the world. It's only a matter of time, and if you don't like it then you can join that old bastard who I left a bloody and broken shell of a man."
John sarcastically gasps.
"Oh, was that too soon? Still crying over what happened to the boss are you? Well quite frankly, it makes me sick. Here I am on a quest for inevitable greatness, and then this old man suffers a heart attack and suddenly earns the attention and sympathy of the entire world. Well I for one never respected that faggot before and I certainly ain't gonna respect him now, and you know why? Because he never respected me! He showed me disrespect, and I showed him pain. If it's my fault that he had that heart attack then I don't give a shit. Whatever happens to this company however, you can bet that I'm still gonna be in the thick of it, representing this company like the true champion that I am!"
John sighs.
"That brings me on to my next victim. What was it again? Oh yes that's right. Soul Shadow. Pretty dumb name to be honest, it's the sort of name someone like Storm Killer would have come up with. It's the sort of name an 8-year old brat would come up with when play-wrestling with his friends in school, which is kinda ironic actually since this Soul Shadow is another old man. Just what we need right? Another aged old man long past his peak trying to rekindle his passion for a sport that he was never any good at. And what's worse is that these ancient old bats expect real talent like us to respect us! You're not better than Shane, and it's gonna be my pleasure to do to you what I did to him. So listen grandpa, before you go one on one with the greatest face to ever grace the wrestling race, please consider what you're about to get into. Are you really ready to face me? Do you think you're ready even though you can't even remember the names of your moves? Are you prepared to put your body on the line against someone that's actually in his peak? Do you really want your son to watch the assault that you're about to endure? So please old man, before you forget what I've just said, just remember that is it really worth your time going up against the epitome of talent? I have much bigger and much younger fish to fry here, so don't waste my time, or else spoiler alert... You're gonna be demolished!"
John gets up and just before John switches off the camera, Paige walks in and drops onto the couch in her underwear. John turns around and smiles before the camera switches off. The rest is up to your imagination.
Huh...
He scrolls through his phone and fails to recognize the caller. He shrugs it off and throws the phone back into his bag before heading off to the showers. After a short while he steps back out, now dressed in his casual attire. His phone was now in his jeans pocket when he feels it vibrate. He pulls it out and reads the name on the phone. It read "Unknown Caller". Unaware of what he is about to deal with he answers the call and holds the phone up to his ear as he walks out through the front door.
"Hello?"
...
John's eyes widen at the sound of the caller's voice.
"How...how did you find my number?"
...
"Quite frankly it is my business. I thought I chucked you out of my life for good. You're nothing but a leech!"
...
"What's wrong with you? You sound...heavier."
...
"Still as loud as ever. Hey what do I care anyway? Last time I saw you, you were hitched to that sleazy prick. How'd that turn out anyway?"
John holds the phone away from his ear for a moment as loud screams echo from his phone.
"Alright alright, forget I asked. As if I care anyway. Far as I'm concerned I'm done with you. I don't need you in my life, but clearly the same can't be said about you. What the hell do you want anyway?"
...
"No way! I already told you months ago! We're done! You're no good to me. I don't care what happened to you or how desperate you are, I don't need you in my life right now. Besides, I'm with someone else..."
...
"Quite frankly it's none of your business. All you need to know is that we're a couple, she's just as talented as I am and she's a better manager than you'll ever be. Plus, she doesn't scoff down everything in my fridge all the time!!"
...
"Whatever bubble butt, I don't need this."
He hangs up the phone.
Good riddance. I'm through with her. Time to see someone who actually deserves to be in my presence...
After slipping his phone back into his pocket he had already arrived outside his apartment. He is about to pull out his keys before he realizes that the door is already open. As he entered, he knew that this meant only one thing...
"Hey sweetie!"
Paige was at home, once again wearing one of John's over-sized t-shirts like a dress. She walks in from the kitchen and notices the look of stress on John's face as he collapses onto the couch.
"Baby what's up? How was your morning?"
John sighs.
"Just had an unwanted call that's all..."
"Do tell."
"Nah. Just need a minute that's all."
"Well I was about to grab a bite to eat. You want anything?"
"I'm good. Got a promo to shoot anyway..."
"Oh yeah, about that Soul Shadow guy right?"
"Yeah...I mean what the hell is going on here? Is MCCW a wrestling company or a retirement home?"
Paige giggles as she cuddles into his lap and seductively tickles John's chin with her finger.
"Well...am I old?"
John smiles.
"Of course not. You're my princess."
"AND your cute little champion, right?"
"How could I forget?"
How could I indeed...she won a title here before me? Where the hell is my title shot?
***
John and Paige spent the rest of the day cuddling with each other, sharing quality time with each other as they normally do. However as night comes, John had a camera set up in the lounge where he is still sitting in his couch. He is about to start his promo...
"So, here you are again. In the presence of your king. I thought I'd give my fans a little update, because I know that you're all dying to find out what's next. Well, here's the thing. Quite frankly, what's happening next is none of your business. All you have to know is that at Hell's Kitchen Buffet, another victim will be forced to bow down and kiss my boots. Resistance is futile, and soon everyone will recognize me as the rightful king of the world. It's only a matter of time, and if you don't like it then you can join that old bastard who I left a bloody and broken shell of a man."
John sarcastically gasps.
"Oh, was that too soon? Still crying over what happened to the boss are you? Well quite frankly, it makes me sick. Here I am on a quest for inevitable greatness, and then this old man suffers a heart attack and suddenly earns the attention and sympathy of the entire world. Well I for one never respected that faggot before and I certainly ain't gonna respect him now, and you know why? Because he never respected me! He showed me disrespect, and I showed him pain. If it's my fault that he had that heart attack then I don't give a shit. Whatever happens to this company however, you can bet that I'm still gonna be in the thick of it, representing this company like the true champion that I am!"
John sighs.
"That brings me on to my next victim. What was it again? Oh yes that's right. Soul Shadow. Pretty dumb name to be honest, it's the sort of name someone like Storm Killer would have come up with. It's the sort of name an 8-year old brat would come up with when play-wrestling with his friends in school, which is kinda ironic actually since this Soul Shadow is another old man. Just what we need right? Another aged old man long past his peak trying to rekindle his passion for a sport that he was never any good at. And what's worse is that these ancient old bats expect real talent like us to respect us! You're not better than Shane, and it's gonna be my pleasure to do to you what I did to him. So listen grandpa, before you go one on one with the greatest face to ever grace the wrestling race, please consider what you're about to get into. Are you really ready to face me? Do you think you're ready even though you can't even remember the names of your moves? Are you prepared to put your body on the line against someone that's actually in his peak? Do you really want your son to watch the assault that you're about to endure? So please old man, before you forget what I've just said, just remember that is it really worth your time going up against the epitome of talent? I have much bigger and much younger fish to fry here, so don't waste my time, or else spoiler alert... You're gonna be demolished!"
John gets up and just before John switches off the camera, Paige walks in and drops onto the couch in her underwear. John turns around and smiles before the camera switches off. The rest is up to your imagination.
