Post by aos on Apr 20, 2006 23:43:35 GMT -5
::We open to an early morning image of what appears to be the suburbs of a large city. Decent looking homes line either side of the street and two of the four street lights have already turned off for the day. It's early. The sun is merely peeking over the horizon and a light fog has settled itself atop the ground. At the far end of the block, an apparent local resident jogs by thus starting his day. Cars pass by him on the towns main street as he casually continues on his way.
A screen door is heard opening to our side and the camera slowly pans around to find one of PCW's newest young athletes stepping out to grab the morning paper. His attire this morning consists of a long untied robe, a pair of white basketball shorts and slippers. He waves to a neighbor casually as she gets in her small SUV and heads off to work. A smile and slight chuckle come across his lips as she raises her eyebrows at his morning dress. He shakes his head a little bit keeping the smile on his face and looks toward the camera as he opens the paper in his hands. Looking at the paper, he begins...::
Anthony O. Stewart: Mornin'. (he chuckles once again and raises his eyes to the camera) It looks like it's shaping up to be another beautiful day. Welcome to my home...
::Anthony turns slightly to gesture with his hand showing us the front of his house and this small segment of his neighborhood.::
Anthony O. Stewart: Now, it feels a little weird standing here, in front of a camera crew at six in the morning, but the early bird gets the worm right? Atleast that's what we've been told through our upbringings...
::He pauses for a moment as another car drives behind the camera crew and down the block.::
Anthony O. Stewart: Oh... (gesturing with his hand) How rude of me. We haven't been properly introduced. I'm sorry, it's just with all this new excitement in my life, it completely passed by my mind. My name is Anthony, Anthony Stewart. I'm just recently twenty-one years of age, and have been signed to your...'classy'...organization. I'd like to thank everyone who made this moment possible for me, and just know that you won't be let down.
::Anthony folds the paper in half in his hands then gestures us to follow as he begins toward his front door. Up the steps and inside we continue and into his, apparent, "living room". He takes a seat on a reclining chair and places the newspaper on the table to his left.::
Anthony O. Stewart: As I was saying, my name is Anthony, and I hope you all get to know it quickly because I'm sure it'll be heard more often than not. I don't like to brag or boast myself, but I do look forward to some of the stiff competition I've seen from the PCW stars. You can't get any better unless you go up against the best, and from what I've heard, seen and been told...the best is here.
This Tuesday night is my debut in the world of professional wrestling. It's a little different than what I'm used to, but I'm sure that I will pick it up rather quickly. Tuesday night my opponent is Kyle Time. ::slight pause as he puts a little thought into his words:: Now, I actually haven't seen much of Kyle's ability in the ring, being we're both newcomers to this organization, but I'm sure that he won't disappoint anyone, as I hope I don't.
::A look of sudden amazement hits Anthony as a smile and a quick laugh soon follow.::
Anthony O. Stewart: You know... It's been a while since my last fight...and I haven't been paid such a small amount, per bout, since I began fighting for money last year. But I guess that comes with the territory, huh? To make it in this business you've got to kick ass to make a name for yourself, then keep kicking ass so that you remain where ever it is that you've gotten. It sounds absurd, but that's the way I've seen it so far. I mean, watching tapes and studying maneuvers...as well as learning how not to, quote, "almost kill somebody" because it's written in my contract...::little laugh:: I swear, one choke hold, one ... "accident"...::laughs a little bit::...can really kill somebody (slight pause before ending the word with an "s") 's career, somebody's career. (shifty eyed) Umm... Moving on...
::Anthony smiles for a few seconds, apparently in "his own little world" of sorts. The smile soon turns to a look of concern and a slight peek of sadness and depression can be seen on his face.::
Anthony O. Stewart: Look... That was a long time ago, sort of. It's in the past. I'm moving on. Moving on to this Tuesday night. Kyle, I hope you can perform as well in the ring as I do on the concrete. I'm not going to be a push over, so please don't think it. I look forward to my debut, our debut here in PCW. I look forward to giving this "world" a try and seeing where it can take me...take us. I hope you bring your A game Tuesday night...I know I'm bringing mine.
::With that Anthony leans back in his recliner and puts his feet up. He removes the newspaper from the table next to him and looks over the front page for a moment, then to the glossary at the bottom left. Flipping through the pages he stops and removes a section. As he begins to read the articles in front of him, the image on our screen fades to black.::
A screen door is heard opening to our side and the camera slowly pans around to find one of PCW's newest young athletes stepping out to grab the morning paper. His attire this morning consists of a long untied robe, a pair of white basketball shorts and slippers. He waves to a neighbor casually as she gets in her small SUV and heads off to work. A smile and slight chuckle come across his lips as she raises her eyebrows at his morning dress. He shakes his head a little bit keeping the smile on his face and looks toward the camera as he opens the paper in his hands. Looking at the paper, he begins...::
Anthony O. Stewart: Mornin'. (he chuckles once again and raises his eyes to the camera) It looks like it's shaping up to be another beautiful day. Welcome to my home...
::Anthony turns slightly to gesture with his hand showing us the front of his house and this small segment of his neighborhood.::
Anthony O. Stewart: Now, it feels a little weird standing here, in front of a camera crew at six in the morning, but the early bird gets the worm right? Atleast that's what we've been told through our upbringings...
::He pauses for a moment as another car drives behind the camera crew and down the block.::
Anthony O. Stewart: Oh... (gesturing with his hand) How rude of me. We haven't been properly introduced. I'm sorry, it's just with all this new excitement in my life, it completely passed by my mind. My name is Anthony, Anthony Stewart. I'm just recently twenty-one years of age, and have been signed to your...'classy'...organization. I'd like to thank everyone who made this moment possible for me, and just know that you won't be let down.
::Anthony folds the paper in half in his hands then gestures us to follow as he begins toward his front door. Up the steps and inside we continue and into his, apparent, "living room". He takes a seat on a reclining chair and places the newspaper on the table to his left.::
Anthony O. Stewart: As I was saying, my name is Anthony, and I hope you all get to know it quickly because I'm sure it'll be heard more often than not. I don't like to brag or boast myself, but I do look forward to some of the stiff competition I've seen from the PCW stars. You can't get any better unless you go up against the best, and from what I've heard, seen and been told...the best is here.
This Tuesday night is my debut in the world of professional wrestling. It's a little different than what I'm used to, but I'm sure that I will pick it up rather quickly. Tuesday night my opponent is Kyle Time. ::slight pause as he puts a little thought into his words:: Now, I actually haven't seen much of Kyle's ability in the ring, being we're both newcomers to this organization, but I'm sure that he won't disappoint anyone, as I hope I don't.
::A look of sudden amazement hits Anthony as a smile and a quick laugh soon follow.::
Anthony O. Stewart: You know... It's been a while since my last fight...and I haven't been paid such a small amount, per bout, since I began fighting for money last year. But I guess that comes with the territory, huh? To make it in this business you've got to kick ass to make a name for yourself, then keep kicking ass so that you remain where ever it is that you've gotten. It sounds absurd, but that's the way I've seen it so far. I mean, watching tapes and studying maneuvers...as well as learning how not to, quote, "almost kill somebody" because it's written in my contract...::little laugh:: I swear, one choke hold, one ... "accident"...::laughs a little bit::...can really kill somebody (slight pause before ending the word with an "s") 's career, somebody's career. (shifty eyed) Umm... Moving on...
::Anthony smiles for a few seconds, apparently in "his own little world" of sorts. The smile soon turns to a look of concern and a slight peek of sadness and depression can be seen on his face.::
Anthony O. Stewart: Look... That was a long time ago, sort of. It's in the past. I'm moving on. Moving on to this Tuesday night. Kyle, I hope you can perform as well in the ring as I do on the concrete. I'm not going to be a push over, so please don't think it. I look forward to my debut, our debut here in PCW. I look forward to giving this "world" a try and seeing where it can take me...take us. I hope you bring your A game Tuesday night...I know I'm bringing mine.
::With that Anthony leans back in his recliner and puts his feet up. He removes the newspaper from the table next to him and looks over the front page for a moment, then to the glossary at the bottom left. Flipping through the pages he stops and removes a section. As he begins to read the articles in front of him, the image on our screen fades to black.::