Post by Deleted on Sept 7, 2014 14:23:42 GMT -5
The year is 1987, and the day is a Saturday. Thomas wanting to go to the park asks his mother if they could go. Jane, going through a tough time since Christopher left, hands Thomas the television remote. An excitement hits Thomas, and he runs into the living room, and begins changing the channels. Suddenly he stops on channel 32, where he sees a blonde haired face painted man wrestling another man, Thomas is instantly transfixed on the blonde haired man. Thomas wants to be just like him, what Thomas doesn’t realize is he just found his first father-figure type he looks up to; days, weeks, months, and years pass.
Jane has gotten over Christopher’s leaving, but her choice in men continues to see men come, and go in not only her life, but Thomas’ life as well. The one constant to his life is Pro Wrestling.
Thomas watches the same promotion he saw many years ago, but now it has turned into an addiction. Thomas eats, sleeps, and breathes pro wrestling. Wrestling is his escape from the bad boyfriends, and the stress from the lack of money. Jane has been doing her best to raise a now teenage Thomas. Thomas would give anything to help out his mom, he even works as a bag boy at the local grocer, but it seems to never be enough. Thomas tries with everything he has to be the stable man the house needs, but he falls short… until that one day after school.
What happens on that fateful day?
PRESENT DAY…
A camera crew has spent the night in T.K.’s mansion to film him in a natural environment.
The buzzing of an alarm clock wakes up not only the crew but Thomas as well. The crew scurries in place as Thomas begins to stir in bed. Thomas smacks the top of the clock a few times until it stops. He rolls over, and sits on the edge of the bed for a moment or two. He moans in minor pain has he slowly gets up, and the bed sheet falls revealing his naked, yet scarred body. He walks into the master bathroom, does his morning rituals before entering the shower. He emerges several minutes later squeaky clean, but wearing a bath robe.
“What the scars? What did expect to find? I mean I have been in wrestling for 7 years, all with Strike Towers Wrestling before coming to Pure Class Wrestling, what did you think my body should look like… blemish free?”
Thomas leaves the room, and heads down stairs to the kitchen as the cameras follow. Once in the kitchen he grabs a skillet, some cooking spray, and eggs. He looks at the full coffee pot with a cup beside it, he smiles…
“Seems like something continues to work properly after all these years.”
Thomas turns on the gas stove, places the skillet on top, sprays the cooking oil, and quickly cracks three eggs so they can begin frying. He reaches into the cupboard, and grabs some slices of bed placing them in the toaster for toast. He then opens another cabinet, and grabs two prescription bottles; one is labeled Protronix, and the other Meloxicam. He removes a pill from each bottle, and then pours a cup of coffee. He adds Bailey’s coffee creamer, then turns to his eggs, and flips them with a flick of the wrist. The toaster comes to life, and he quickly grabs a plate, then the butter, and a knife. He butters the toast, and takes a bite, then tosses the Protronix in his mouth, finally takes a sip of coffee.
“That’s one down, with one more to go.”
Thomas slides the eggs on the plate, and then cuts off the stove. He puts his plate on the table, and then grabs his coffee. He sits down to eat; he looks at the camera judgingly…
“If you must know the Protronix is for heartburn.”
Thomas takes another bite of food, tosses the Meloxicam in his mouth followed by a drink of coffee.
“The Meloxicam is an anti-inflammatory, when you’ve been doing this as long as I have you have your answers to why your ankles, knees, and back aches. Now if you’ll excuse me I am going to eat, if you would be so kindly to turn your camera off while I do so.”
The crew obliges, and turns them off. The camera’s fade back in, hours later; to a Professional dress Thomas standing in the old school backdrop from his very first PCW promo.
Thomas is watching Michael Solomon’s promo via monitor.
Thomas chuckles.
“The first week, Seth Archer, he no showed the event. The second week, Metalhead, put up a fight; but got beat like a bitch! This week the stakes are high in a triple threat Underground match. Michael Soloman, you should take a page from both men, and just leave to never return. The print outs you have are out right lies, nothing on them is true. Michael, you seem to have it all figured out don’t you? Yet you can’t even handle family matters, what makes you think you can even lace up a pair of boots to even remotely hang on my level? I bet… NO I KNOW you couldn’t even hang onto my jock strap!”
“Soloman, let me fill you in on the truth. The truth is like I said it was last week, I am the real version of the person you want to be, its NEVER been you its always been me. The print outs you have were doctored, and always have been, the Government Godfather made sure of that many years ago. I grew up in home with a single mother, and wrestling was my escape from the shitty life in Norfolk Virginia. Norfolk consisted of two types of people, the civilians, and the military. Now the military took care of their own, but who was to take care of the civilians? The Government Godfather that’s who, I tired the right way, I tried to be the man mother needed without help from him; but one day he opened my eyes. Riding my bike from school one day his limo pulled up beside me, and he made me an offer I could not refuse. All I had to do was collection runs, and my mother would be set for life. I did this at the age of 15; I would get a call from my “father” at school to come home. Joey Zags would pick me up, and collections would begin BY ANY MEANS NECESSARY! This explains why I prefer no holds barred, because I am in my element.”
"I did this for 10 years, until one fateful day. See I kept my voice silent, I did what I was told, when I was told to do it, and I got paid. My mistake was not telling them who my mother was; unbeknownst to me she took out a loan, and missed a few payments. Well you guessed it, it was time to collect. Rather than go after my own mother, I went after the Godfather HIMSELF!”
“I took my money, my mother, and we ran to the city of Angels. All was well, I had the perfect new job, and it’s the one I wanted all along; I got to be a Professional Wrestler. The cover was perfect a rich guy by the name of T.K. Money, after all wrestling’s golden age to some was over he would never find me. However, who knew I would be a natural at it. I grabbed STW gold left, and right; but caught up with me through her…”
“Chloe, was the perfect girl, she was my manager. Sure she was a retired adult film star, but when she wasn’t cranked up, she was the best thing that happened to me. She was feeding him, and he kept her habit up. She led him to my mother, and like cowards they got her while I was away wrestling. I found her barely breathing, but I also found Joey Zags too. He claimed he was sorry, but didn’t believe him. Mom took her final breath, and I stumbled my way out of that hospital like a zombie, but Zags took it for me; so I guess he was sorry after all. The Godfather left me alone after a while, but then he took Chloe for one final trip. I found his new cronies, and left them on his door step.”
“Michael what your print outs fail to show you is, I truly have got nothing to gain, nothing to lose. The picture is not so pretty anymore is it? I know you don’t care about how I feel, but I don’t feel there anymore. Michael, you can read those print outs all you want, but all there really good for is for wiping your ass.”
“Oh, but I haven’t forgot about Mr. stereotypical grunge fest, Tyrone “Lazy Boy” Smith. Where have you been buddy, still grieving over Kurt? Well why don’t you join him? We can have the first ever PCW Cobain-off, and I even nominate you to go first! I have run up against your type before, and let’s just say scars replaced the piercings. A multi-tool is awesome for removing piercings, I can’t tell you how those fuckers would bring me so much joy, oh their screams were like a choir of angels singing praise to their God, some them even begged for him in other tongues, but he never came. The blood would flow as the cartilage would tear, oh how I developed a knack for the slow pull.”
“The multi-tools' pliers are great at grabbing studs, bolts, rings, and even gauges! Oh how I relish at the thought of the squirming, even if they only owed a few dollars. Some would squeal like a little piglet, are you going to be my piglet Tyrone? Do I need to bind you to a barber’s chair, like I used to do to the others? Can I just freestyle, or do we have to make in into a game? I have played that game before, you know the one where I start plucking them out as we name the state or town you got them in, or the year if you got them all in the same town. What about the alphabetical order of places on your body, you know like E for ear, or eyebrow, or BOTH! Don’t even get me started on the letter P, oh how fun Return to Glory will be. Tyrone it should be called Return to your old Job, I am ready... are you?”
The cameraman looks horrified by what he just has heard, the camera quickly cuts off rather than fade.
Jane has gotten over Christopher’s leaving, but her choice in men continues to see men come, and go in not only her life, but Thomas’ life as well. The one constant to his life is Pro Wrestling.
Thomas watches the same promotion he saw many years ago, but now it has turned into an addiction. Thomas eats, sleeps, and breathes pro wrestling. Wrestling is his escape from the bad boyfriends, and the stress from the lack of money. Jane has been doing her best to raise a now teenage Thomas. Thomas would give anything to help out his mom, he even works as a bag boy at the local grocer, but it seems to never be enough. Thomas tries with everything he has to be the stable man the house needs, but he falls short… until that one day after school.
What happens on that fateful day?
PRESENT DAY…
A camera crew has spent the night in T.K.’s mansion to film him in a natural environment.
The buzzing of an alarm clock wakes up not only the crew but Thomas as well. The crew scurries in place as Thomas begins to stir in bed. Thomas smacks the top of the clock a few times until it stops. He rolls over, and sits on the edge of the bed for a moment or two. He moans in minor pain has he slowly gets up, and the bed sheet falls revealing his naked, yet scarred body. He walks into the master bathroom, does his morning rituals before entering the shower. He emerges several minutes later squeaky clean, but wearing a bath robe.
“What the scars? What did expect to find? I mean I have been in wrestling for 7 years, all with Strike Towers Wrestling before coming to Pure Class Wrestling, what did you think my body should look like… blemish free?”
Thomas leaves the room, and heads down stairs to the kitchen as the cameras follow. Once in the kitchen he grabs a skillet, some cooking spray, and eggs. He looks at the full coffee pot with a cup beside it, he smiles…
“Seems like something continues to work properly after all these years.”
Thomas turns on the gas stove, places the skillet on top, sprays the cooking oil, and quickly cracks three eggs so they can begin frying. He reaches into the cupboard, and grabs some slices of bed placing them in the toaster for toast. He then opens another cabinet, and grabs two prescription bottles; one is labeled Protronix, and the other Meloxicam. He removes a pill from each bottle, and then pours a cup of coffee. He adds Bailey’s coffee creamer, then turns to his eggs, and flips them with a flick of the wrist. The toaster comes to life, and he quickly grabs a plate, then the butter, and a knife. He butters the toast, and takes a bite, then tosses the Protronix in his mouth, finally takes a sip of coffee.
“That’s one down, with one more to go.”
Thomas slides the eggs on the plate, and then cuts off the stove. He puts his plate on the table, and then grabs his coffee. He sits down to eat; he looks at the camera judgingly…
“If you must know the Protronix is for heartburn.”
Thomas takes another bite of food, tosses the Meloxicam in his mouth followed by a drink of coffee.
“The Meloxicam is an anti-inflammatory, when you’ve been doing this as long as I have you have your answers to why your ankles, knees, and back aches. Now if you’ll excuse me I am going to eat, if you would be so kindly to turn your camera off while I do so.”
The crew obliges, and turns them off. The camera’s fade back in, hours later; to a Professional dress Thomas standing in the old school backdrop from his very first PCW promo.
Thomas is watching Michael Solomon’s promo via monitor.
Thomas chuckles.
“The first week, Seth Archer, he no showed the event. The second week, Metalhead, put up a fight; but got beat like a bitch! This week the stakes are high in a triple threat Underground match. Michael Soloman, you should take a page from both men, and just leave to never return. The print outs you have are out right lies, nothing on them is true. Michael, you seem to have it all figured out don’t you? Yet you can’t even handle family matters, what makes you think you can even lace up a pair of boots to even remotely hang on my level? I bet… NO I KNOW you couldn’t even hang onto my jock strap!”
“Soloman, let me fill you in on the truth. The truth is like I said it was last week, I am the real version of the person you want to be, its NEVER been you its always been me. The print outs you have were doctored, and always have been, the Government Godfather made sure of that many years ago. I grew up in home with a single mother, and wrestling was my escape from the shitty life in Norfolk Virginia. Norfolk consisted of two types of people, the civilians, and the military. Now the military took care of their own, but who was to take care of the civilians? The Government Godfather that’s who, I tired the right way, I tried to be the man mother needed without help from him; but one day he opened my eyes. Riding my bike from school one day his limo pulled up beside me, and he made me an offer I could not refuse. All I had to do was collection runs, and my mother would be set for life. I did this at the age of 15; I would get a call from my “father” at school to come home. Joey Zags would pick me up, and collections would begin BY ANY MEANS NECESSARY! This explains why I prefer no holds barred, because I am in my element.”
"I did this for 10 years, until one fateful day. See I kept my voice silent, I did what I was told, when I was told to do it, and I got paid. My mistake was not telling them who my mother was; unbeknownst to me she took out a loan, and missed a few payments. Well you guessed it, it was time to collect. Rather than go after my own mother, I went after the Godfather HIMSELF!”
“I took my money, my mother, and we ran to the city of Angels. All was well, I had the perfect new job, and it’s the one I wanted all along; I got to be a Professional Wrestler. The cover was perfect a rich guy by the name of T.K. Money, after all wrestling’s golden age to some was over he would never find me. However, who knew I would be a natural at it. I grabbed STW gold left, and right; but caught up with me through her…”
“Chloe, was the perfect girl, she was my manager. Sure she was a retired adult film star, but when she wasn’t cranked up, she was the best thing that happened to me. She was feeding him, and he kept her habit up. She led him to my mother, and like cowards they got her while I was away wrestling. I found her barely breathing, but I also found Joey Zags too. He claimed he was sorry, but didn’t believe him. Mom took her final breath, and I stumbled my way out of that hospital like a zombie, but Zags took it for me; so I guess he was sorry after all. The Godfather left me alone after a while, but then he took Chloe for one final trip. I found his new cronies, and left them on his door step.”
“Michael what your print outs fail to show you is, I truly have got nothing to gain, nothing to lose. The picture is not so pretty anymore is it? I know you don’t care about how I feel, but I don’t feel there anymore. Michael, you can read those print outs all you want, but all there really good for is for wiping your ass.”
“Oh, but I haven’t forgot about Mr. stereotypical grunge fest, Tyrone “Lazy Boy” Smith. Where have you been buddy, still grieving over Kurt? Well why don’t you join him? We can have the first ever PCW Cobain-off, and I even nominate you to go first! I have run up against your type before, and let’s just say scars replaced the piercings. A multi-tool is awesome for removing piercings, I can’t tell you how those fuckers would bring me so much joy, oh their screams were like a choir of angels singing praise to their God, some them even begged for him in other tongues, but he never came. The blood would flow as the cartilage would tear, oh how I developed a knack for the slow pull.”
“The multi-tools' pliers are great at grabbing studs, bolts, rings, and even gauges! Oh how I relish at the thought of the squirming, even if they only owed a few dollars. Some would squeal like a little piglet, are you going to be my piglet Tyrone? Do I need to bind you to a barber’s chair, like I used to do to the others? Can I just freestyle, or do we have to make in into a game? I have played that game before, you know the one where I start plucking them out as we name the state or town you got them in, or the year if you got them all in the same town. What about the alphabetical order of places on your body, you know like E for ear, or eyebrow, or BOTH! Don’t even get me started on the letter P, oh how fun Return to Glory will be. Tyrone it should be called Return to your old Job, I am ready... are you?”
The cameraman looks horrified by what he just has heard, the camera quickly cuts off rather than fade.