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Post by Sean Classic on Dec 13, 2007 22:27:43 GMT -5
The Scene opens with Sean Classic relaxing in his bachelor pad. The living room is decked with ornaments and a decorated christmas tree. He is laying down on his couch with his feet up. He is wearing his signature Sean Classic Cap, Atlanta Hawks Throwback Jersey and Sean Classic Jean Shorts. He is sporting some expensive jewelry, expensive Sean Classic shades, and a Rolex watch. The NBA World Television Title is around his waist. In the background, his brand new CD is playing.
Sean (Rapping): Tis the season to be spreading some holiday cheer, I'm pissed cause I've been getting ripped by three Big Time queers. I asked for presents, and all I get is yellow snow, from Bobby Money, Mark Mayhem and his Ho, Ho, Ho.
So this year I'm putting those three on my own naughty list, Oh, they'll still get a gift, but it'll be in the form of my big time fist. But as for Santa, Bobby, he'll be skipping over your house. Your stocking will be empty, while his hand's up Mrs. Claus' blouse.
As for my team, there's no denying the fact Kenua and Eddie are the only true World Tag Champs. As for Missy and Jimmy, all I can say is congrats, Jim, if you need a bachelor party, then your boy's got your back.
Missy is so fine, I hope I can keep my head in the game, You think Selena's hot? Maniac Mark you must be insane. So boys get ready for Surge cause it's going to be quite a show, When you four lose, to Sean, Missy, and the Three Amigos.
Sean stops rapping, and with the remote turns off the stereo. He looks into the camera.
Sean: Bobby, those hookers you paid off to pose as playboy models don't fool me, those fake hollywood look-a-likes don't fool me and that hotel posing as a mansion sure as hell didn't fool anyone either. So if you want to flap your gums and act like an 8 year old, that's just fine. You want to do this the hard way, we'll do this the hard way. As for Saint Omen, I haven't heard much of you except that you are the NEW Internet Champion, and for that I congratulate you, but you are also guilty by association. Everyone knows that Bobby is a scumbag who only cares about himself, so I'd think twice before teaming up with him. Kenua and Eddie were here the other day and after a wicked game of rock, paper, scissors, which I won by the way (Smiles), We decided to let Missy start the match and afterwards we would pick up the pieces of whatevers left of your team Bobbo. See you this Saturday boys.
The scene cuts when Sean Classic grabs the same remote and turns the video feed off.
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Post by Eddie G. on Dec 14, 2007 11:58:11 GMT -5
*Eddie G. and Kenua pass by Bobby Money's supposed mansion. They are in a pimped out Limosine lowrider. They see all of the fake hollywood lookalikes and hookers hanging out in the motel 8. Eddie G. has a built in speaker phone in the limo and decides to use it.*
Eddie: Orale everyone! If you are desperate for a real Hollywood party, look no further than to Hollywood Eddie G. and Kenua.
*Kenua grabs the microphone.*
Eddie: Hey! Chill esse.
Kenua: Stop hoggin up the speaker phone Eddie. It's my turn. Woop-woop!! PARTY OVER HERE!!
*The fake hollywood stars, and hookers run to the limo in desperation to leave the horrible party.*
Eddie: Great Kenua, so now where are we going to take them, because I'm not taking them to my house.
Kenua: hmm.....AH! I got an idea.
Eddie: Oh boy.
*Moments later Eddie, Kenua and everyone else show up in Sean Classic's house. Sean wakes up to find an unexpected party in his house. There is an orgy in the living room, while even more people show up to the party, including real hollywood stars. Hollywood Hulk Hogan comes over and gives Sean a beer*
Hogan: Here you go brother!
Sean: What in the? Eddie!!! Kenua!!! What's going on in here?
Kenua & Eddie: OOPS, DID WE DID THIS!?!
*Sean lifts up his beer can and whistles loudly for the crowd to listen*
Sean: This is to our victory Saturday night! Cheers! NOW LET'S GET THIS PARTY STARTED RIGHT!!!
Eddie: Orale, now that's the Sean I know! Now all we need to do is invite Missy and Jimmy over and we're good.
Kenua: I'll call him.
Eddie: Cool esse. Now we let Bobby Money and his team know that The 3 Amigos, Sean Classic and Missy is the team to beat. We're going in as the favorites and we're coming out as the victors. Ay-yah-YAIIII!!!!!
*Kenua pulls out his cellphone and calls Jimmy and Missy. The phone rings twice before Jimmy picks it up.*
Jimmy: Hello....
*The scene fades to The 3 Amigos logo and then to black.*
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Post by Eddie G. on Dec 14, 2007 12:23:44 GMT -5
*Vida G. comes over the party and sees Eddie dancing with three hot mamacitas. She walks over and with her hands to her hips she stares at Eddie.*
Vida: Uh-huh! Yo lo sabia! I knew it! You weren't hanging out with Kenua like you said, you were having a party in Sean Classic's house, surrounded by them hoes!
Eddie: Mami, sweety! It isn't what it looks like! I didn't plan this party baby!
Vida: Oh, then who did?
Eddie: Uh....Kenua?
*Kenua comes out from under a pile of chicas when he hears his name. He looks over nervously and quickly points to Sean Classic who is dancing with a fine chica.*
Kenua: It was Sean's idea Vida!!!! I told him not to do it, but ohhhh noooo, he just had to have this party! Someone needs to tell him something Vida!
Vida: And that would be me. SEAN!!!
Sean hears Vida screaming his name and comes over to find out what's going on.
Sean: Uh, yes?
Vida: *Speaking quickly in spanish* Como tu vas hacer una cosa asi!?! YO ESTABA EN CASA ESPERANDO A EDDIE Y EL ESTA AQUI BAILANDO CON TRES PUTAS POR CULPA TUYO!!! MIRAME CUANDO YO TE HABLO!!! AHORA TENGO QUE ESTAR AQUI GRITANDOTE PORQUE TU ERES UN IRRESPONSABLE!!! SE ACABO ESTO SEAN!! ME OISTE!!??!! OH TENGO QUE HABLAR EN ESPANOL!!! EH!!! PORQUE NO ME INVITARON TAMBIEN!?!
Sean: uhhhhhh........que?
Vida: Exactly.
Sean:.........
*Vida goes over to Eddie, pushes the three girls away, grabs Eddie by the hand and takes him straight into Sean's room, locking the door behind them.*
Sean: Hey, that's my room!
*Loud noises begin to come from the bedroom.*
Eddie: Ay mami, yo te quiero!!! AHHH!!!
Vida: Si mi amor, SIIII!!!!!!!
Eddie: SIIIIIII!!!!!!!!
Vida: AHHHHHHH!!!!
*Sean looks over to find Kenua.*
Sean: Kenua, what in the world is going on in here!?!
*Kenua responds from under the pile of hot mamacitas.*
Kenua: MMMPPHHHH!!!!!!!!
*The scene fades to The 3 Amigos logo and then to black.*
Vida is good.
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Post by Sean Classic on Dec 14, 2007 13:06:28 GMT -5
Lol Eddie, party of the year right there. But whatever you break, you pay for. Same goes for Kenua.
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Post by Sean Classic on Dec 14, 2007 13:10:12 GMT -5
Did Jimmy and Missy ever show up? lol!
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Big Time
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I Get Money, Money I GOT!
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Post by Big Time on Dec 14, 2007 21:00:51 GMT -5
haha funny
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Post by Sean Classic on Dec 14, 2007 21:34:53 GMT -5
Yes, it was. ;D
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Post by Jimmy Ice on Dec 15, 2007 0:12:16 GMT -5
I guess we were too late. lol
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Post by Sean Classic on Dec 15, 2007 14:45:24 GMT -5
Never too late. Come on over!
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Post by Davey on Dec 16, 2007 17:21:41 GMT -5
We wish you a merry Christmas, We wish you a merry Christmas We wish you a merry Christmas And a happy new year!
We fade in on the legendary Chosen one sitting with his wife an 2 children in the living room of his Edinburgh home as they watch the carol singers making their way down the frosty street, making their way from door to door, collection money for the poor and the needy or whatever the do gooders wanted this time of year.
As Dave sits with the rest of his family, watching on with interest as the glow from the carol singers lanterns light the way forward. Dave thinks about all that this year has brought him, and all this year has taken away. A dream realised when he became EPW World Champion, a dream beginning when after a year long power struggle he finally got a wrestling company of his very own when he bought PWO from Jarrod Walls, and a dream that would not die when he came back from injury to lift the NBA US title, a title that tomorrow evening he will stand in the middle of the ring and defend against NBA’s rising start….VIP.
Dave raises his eyebrows as his daughter drags him out into the street to play in the snow, just as he had done in this very street when he was a boy many, many years before. Dave and Gemma spend about an hour out in front of the house, crunching through the crisp white snowfall as they begin to assemble lovingly the great creation known as a snow man.
Its getting late in the evening now, and little Gemma’s hands are starting to turn a nice shade of blue from the icy coldness that wraps around them. Laura takes Gemma back inside to get her ready for bed, leaving her famous husband sitting in the snow like the worlds biggest kid. He casually rolls up a snowball and tosses it into the street.
McIntyre: If a man loses pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him dance to the music in which he hears, however measured, or far away. Tomorrow night VIP, you will be hearing the beat of a drummer very different from what you have ever faced before. You see my boy, you will be stepping between the ropes with the man that they call The Chosen One, and despite popular belief, I am still one of the best that this god forsaken business has ever seen.
Now VIP, there is something interesting familiar about you my friend, I can’t quiet put my finger on it, but it seems like I know you, maybe I have seen you around somewhere before, no? Or maybe you just remind me of someone else?
Dave grins
McIntyre: Bet you get that all the time now don’t you? So anyway, back from my tangent, like I was saying VIP, you have been catapulted up the card in NBA, and it looks like tomorrow night you will be getting the chance of a lifetime as you get to attempt to wrestle the US title out of my hands. Now If I were you I would be chomping at the bit, completely focused on the task at hand, and have my eyes on the prize, the US title. That after all is what this is all about after all. So imagine my surprise when I sat down to watch what you had, only to hear the first things out your mouth were about Anthony Tarantino, and Kevin Courageous.
Now I have no real issues with you, besides you trying to take my title, so let me give you a little bit of advice that should help you in the long run, and help you reach your goals. Ignore the small fish, go for landing the big catch. Why mention Tony and Kevin, when what your attention should have been on was me, the Big fish if you will. Rest assured VIP, if you are not paying attention tomorrow, and your head is in another place I will take the thing clean off your shoulders.
You talk about wanting to steal the show man, well make sure your head is in the god damn game, I was lighting up arenas all the while you were messing about with a football, and you know what? It doesn’t matter how many shiny super bowl rings you have when you step into the ring with me, a man with over 16 years experience as a professional wrestler. What good are those rings going to do you then?
With all that said VIP, I am read to steal the show with you, I will take you to places you have never been before, and push you to limits you never knew you had. And if after that you manage to take my US title, then I will be man enough to admit I got beat by a better man, but until that moment you have your hand raised with the title, you better believe that I am going to come at you with everything that is left in my tank. If you want that dream to come true, if you want that picture of you standing above me holding the US title to come to become reality…..well…….you better be ready…..you better be good……and most importantly perhaps….you better be lucky.
Tomorrow you ride in my world son, and I won’t stop till I get the job done. Rest assured though VIP, its nothing personal……Just Business.
Dave pushes himself back to his feet and dusts the snow of his clothes, the camera fades out as Dave motions the title is still his.
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Post by Craig Lovecraft on Dec 16, 2007 17:54:24 GMT -5
*Craig Lovecraft is shown in a VIP room at an indy wrestling show. He looks down at the competitors in the ring, battling for the company’s top championship. The champion jumps off the top rope and hits a dropkick on his opponent. He goes for the pin, but the challenger kicks out. Craig continues to watch the match with mild interest until he finally turns and looks to the camera.*
Craig: Tomorrow night, history will be made. The world will witness the crowning of the first ever NEW Universal Champion. It’s “Mr. Action” Craig Lovecraft vs. “The Iron Man” Jimmy Ice vs. “The Oracle” Ethan Everhart. A triple threat match featuring 2 of the biggest names in wrestling today and an up and coming star, looking to make his place in history. But only one man will win this match. Only one man will stand with his arm raised, holding the title high into the air. His name? Craig Lovecraft. Now, before I go any further, it’s obvious that people consider me to be the underdog in this match. There was a poll on NBA.com and the last time I checked, there weren’t even any votes for me. But, hey, that’s expected. I come in from some other company and the majority of people in NBA haven’t even heard of me. I’m okay with that. Joining NBA is a brand new experience. I basically have the chance to start my way up from the bottom, battling everyone else on the roster to get to the top. But here’s the catch. It’s only my second ever match in this company and it’s already for a world title. Last week, when I beat Dave McIntyre, I made my mark in this company. I defeated a 17 time champion, a man who many consider to be one of the very best to ever live. And now, I get to face my old friend Jimmy Ice and Ethan Everhart.
First, I’m going to address Jimmy. Unknown to NBA, Jimmy and I have a lot of history. Sure, we’re both in ECWF, but there’s more to it than that. Nearly a year ago, Jimmy Ice decided to form a stable known as Ratings Inc. It consisted of him, Pete Jones and a supposed up and comer named Rob Sattler. The three of them basically tried to use their popularity to take over the show, hogging the spotlight and basically ruining wrestling for the rest of the roster. No matter how much people complained about them, no one had the balls the stand up against them. And then along came Craig Lovecraft. You see, I single-handedly took down ECWF’s super group. I threw Pete off the stage and he was on the shelf for about six months. Ratings Inc split up and Rob basically lost all the credibility he’d gained while with the group. Finally, Jimmy and I faced off at ECWF’s biggest PPV of the year, Stage of Legends. We fought for my KOTD Championship through C4, tables, and anything else we could get our hands on. But in the end, after a huge explosion that took both of us out, Jimmy landed on me. Neither of us could move and Pete ran down to the ring with a ref shirt on. He made the count and Jimmy became the new KOTD Champion. So now, it’s Lovecraft vs. Ice II, featuring Ethan Everhart for the NEW Universal Championship. It won’t matter what the polls say. It won’t matter what the guys in the back or the fans at home think. This time, the ending will be different. Pete won’t be able to rush out and make the count. Jimmy, you’ll be all on your own. It’ll just be the three of us, every man for himself, giving everything we’ve got to win that belt. Jimmy, it’s obvious that we respect each other. We might not like each other all the time, but we aren’t blind to what each other have done for this business. But just because I respect you, don’t mean I won’t do whatever it takes to get that title. You want to know how I’m going to handle you? You want to know my secret plans for taking you out? It’s simple, really. I’m going out there and doing whatever it takes to win. Dirty tactic or not, if I helps my chances of winning, I won’t think twice about doing it. You know me, Jimmy. You’ve seen me battle it out with ECWF legends. It might leave some people with an empty feeling after the match, but to me, a win is a win, no matter how I get it. Jimmy, I won’t deny that you’re good. But I also won’t deny that I’m better.
*Craig looks down to the ring and sees the challenger whip the champion against the ropes. The champion comes running back and nails the challenger with a clothesline. Craig continues to watch for a few moments and then returns to the camera.*
Craig: And now, I move on to Ethan Everhart. Ethan, just being involved in this match has skyrocketed you to a whole knew plateau. You’re getting the opportunity to compete with 2 of the greatest wrestlers you’ll ever meet. In the past, your biggest accomplishment was winning the NBA Television title. That right there is more than most people accomplish in their entire careers. But now, you’ll be able to brag about being involved in a match with Craig Lovecraft and Jimmy Ice. This is a chance of a life time. It’s something that people would do just about anything for. Just picture it, the winner of this match becomes the NEW Universal Champion. He’ll have the privilege of representing NEW every time he defends it. But the bad news is that it won’t be you who walks out with the title. You might think that you’re ready for this, your wife and manager might get you a little too pumped up and either due to nerves or lack of experience, you’ll blow it. Face it, this is a huge match for all three of us, but unlike Jimmy and I, you’ve never been a World Champion before. I’ll admit it, when I had my first World Title match, I was nervous, and that was one of the reasons I lost the match. Since then, I’ve overcome that problem and went on to win a world title of my own, as well as a few others. I can’t speak for Jimmy, but I imagine he’d probably say the same thing. So, do I think Ethan Everhart is ready for this match? Do I think you’re at the point in your career where you can handle the pressures of being a World Champion? No. I don’t. Maybe in a few months or so, but not now.
*Craig looks back down to the ring where the champion is posing to the fans. They boo him as the challenger struggles to get to his feet. The champion keeps his attention on the crowd as the challenger suddenly springs to his feet. He grabs the champion and rolls him up for the pin. 1…2…3!! The fans go nuts as the referee hands the challenger the title and raises his hand. Craig smiles and looks back at the camera again.*
Craig: It’s fitting, really. Jimmy Ice asked me what my strategy is going into this match. I’ve already said what I’m going to do about Jimmy, and now it’s your turn. If you paid close attention to that match, you would have seen the overconfident champion take his eyes off the challenger. And looks what happened next. The challenger was able to pull out the upset win and take the title. So, Ethan. My strategy for you? I will not underestimate you. I’ve seen it happen in the past, cocky wrestlers losing a match because they didn’t consider their opponent to be a threat. I’ll admit, that’s happened to me before, but not in a match like this. With so much on the line, I won’t think for one second that the match is mine until the referee hands me the title.
*Craig gets up and walks over to the door. He opens it and gets halfway out of the room before turning back to the camera.*
Craig: Jimmy… Ethan… get ready. Tomorrow just might be the defining moment in all of our careers.
*Craig smiles to the camera and exits the room.*
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Post by Craig Lovecraft on Dec 16, 2007 19:52:18 GMT -5
*Craig is shown sitting at a table in a restaurant. He looks up at the clock on the wall and then stares down at the menu. Finally, a man with a briefcase enters the restaurant and walks over to him. The man smiles at Craig, who responds with a nod. The man then sits down across from Craig.*
Craig: Hey, Ryan. How’s the family?
Ryan: Great, actually. Suzie’s due in a few months and Rebecca started school this year.
Craig: Boy or girl?
Ryan: Boy. We’re still thinking of names. So, what’d you think of the show?
Craig: Not bad. A lot of those guys have potential.
Ryan: Yeah, a few more years of training and they’ll be ready for the big leagues.
Craig: Hell, maybe they’ll even give ME a run for my money.
*Both men chuckle.*
Ryan: I doubt that. Your career has barely begun. So, are you worried about your match tomorrow?
Craig: Worried? No, not really. Excited? Definitely. Even though I’ve been pretty successful in ECWF, I’ve been wanting to branch out to other companies and try out their competition.
Ryan: That makes sense.
Craig: Yeah. I figured it would give me some fresh opponents and even more titles to go after. Starting with the NEW Universal Championship.
Ryan: Think Jimmy’ll be a challenge this time?
Craig: Of course. No matter what kind of match it is, if he’s involved, it always makes it that much more interesting. But this time there won’t be any C4 or special run in referees.
Ryan: Well, if I was a betting man…
Craig: If?!
Ryan: Alright, fine. I’m a betting man. And I’ve put quite a large sum of money on you to win this thing.
Craig: How much?
Ryan: Don’t worry. If by some horrible reason you don’t win the match, it’s nowhere near enough to ruin me.
*Craig laughs.*
Craig: Some horrible reason, eh? Well, don’t worry. Your money’s safe.
Ryan: Thanks. I was starting to get worried. So, what’s Melissa up to?
*Craig sighs.*
Craig: She’s starting to train again. She figures that since NBA has a women’s title, she should go for it.
Ryan: Well, she did hold a man’s championship in XPW. She’ll be fine competing against other women.
Craig: I know. I’m just thinking about if she ever gets injured.
*Ryan laughs.*
Craig: It’s not funny, man. Do you have any idea what it’ll be like if she gets hurt?
Ryan: You’ll have to hire a full time staff for her to boss around.
*Craig chuckles.*
Craig: Exactly. So, did you bring the papers?
Ryan: You bet.
*Ryan sets the briefcase on the table and opens it. He hands Craig a piece of paper and Craig skims it over.*
Craig: Looks good. I’ll read it through when I get home.
*Craig hands the paper back and Ryan puts it back in the briefcase. He then closes it and slides it over to Craig’s side of the table.*
Ryan: Know anything about that Ethan Everhart guy?
Craig: Not really. He’s won the TV title and used to be a magician. He’s pretty good, but I think he needs a bit more experience. He might be in way over his head tomorrow.
*Ryan picks up a menu in front of him and stares at it.*
Ryan: So, are we gonna eat anything?
Craig: Sure. My treat.
Ryan: Thanks, man.
*Craig motions to the waitress and she walks over. Craig and Ryan order as the scene fades out.*
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Post by Craig Lovecraft on Dec 16, 2007 20:27:38 GMT -5
*Craig is shown in an elevator, holding the briefcase Ryan gave him. The elevator dings and the door opens. Craig exits and walks down the hall to his hotel room. Once he gets inside, he sets the briefcase down on the table and sits down in front of it. He opens it and pulls out the paper he was reading earlier. After a few moments, he sets it down and pulls out a thick booklet. He begins to leaf through it as he reaches for his cell phone. He then smiles as he calls Melissa.*
Melissa: Hello?
Craig: Hey, honey.
Melissa: Oh, hi, honey! How’s your trip going?
Craig: Great. I just met with Ryan and he dropped off the script.
Melissa: Oh, that’s so great! Have you had a chance to read it over yet?
Craig: No, I just opened it up. I thought I’d check in with you though. How are things going?
Melissa: It’s alright. But I’m lonely.
*Craig chuckles.*
Craig: Don’t worry. You’re flying in tomorrow and then you can help me get ready for my match.
Melissa: Speaking of that, are you nervous?
Craig: What? Of course not. Why does everyone keep asking me that?
Melissa: Well, remember what happened last time you fought Jimmy?
Craig: Yeah, but that was over 6 months ago. I was too cocky back then.
Melissa: And you’re not cocky now?
Craig: Well, yeah, but now I can back it up.
Melissa: So do you think you’re going to win?
Craig: Yeah. I really do. I think I have a great shot of walking out as the first ever NEW Universal Champion.
Melissa: If you get many more titles you won’t be able to carry them all around.
Craig: I’ll deal with that problem when the time comes.
Melissa: So, tell me more about this movie.
Craig: Well, I don’t know everything about it yet. But it’s called 101 Damnations.
Melissa: Another horror movie?
Craig: Yup.
Melissa: You know how scared I get watching those. Why can’t you do a comedy?
Craig: Maybe next time.
Melissa: Okay. Tell me about the movie.
Craig: Well, 101 demonic souls get released and then the main characters have to vanquish them all.
Melissa: You’re starring in this one, right?
Craig: Of course. After my last movie and my mic skills in wrestling, they said they’d be idiots not to give me the lead role.
Melissa: Good. Do you die?
Craig: I don’t know yet.
Melissa: Well, find out! You have to tell me before I watch it so I don’t cry.
*Craig laughs.*
Craig: Okay, honey.
Melissa: Well, I’d better go. I’m rearranging the guest room.
Craig: Oh, shit.
Melissa: What?
Craig: You’re not going to be painting in there or anything, are you?
Melissa: What? Of course not. I’m just moving some stuff around. After last time, I’m never painting again!
Craig: Alright. Have fun. I’ll see you in the morning.
Melissa: Yup. I love you.
Craig: I love you too.
*They both hang up and Craig goes back to looking at his script.*
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Post by Jimmy Ice on Dec 17, 2007 3:22:05 GMT -5
Craig you bastard. I have a promo to put up too. Dont think you get off easy.
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Post by Jimmy Ice on Dec 17, 2007 6:33:49 GMT -5
**The scene opens with Jimmy Ice standing in the lobby of his hotel. Its less than a day before the New Breed show as Jimmy stands with a cell phone to his ear. He smiles as he shakes his head, unseen to the caller on the other end.**
Jimmy: “Yes Jon. I’m here now. You said you were going to come out for the show. I got tickets for you and everything.”
Jonny: “And my hotel room is far away from yours right? I don’t want a repeat of the last time we shacked up in joining rooms.”
Jimmy: “Hey Bro, I told you to put a pillow over your head.”
Jonny: “Seven forty-sevens don’t drown you out Jimmy. You two are . . .”
Jimmy: “Yes, I get it. You’re on a different floor. How’s that?”
Jonny: **Laughing** “Fine as long as it’s not underneath your room.”
Jimmy: “You’re never happy are you?”
Jonny: “Is Missy with you?”
Jimmy: “No. She went with her tag partners this week to get in some more training. She said she’d meet us for dinner after you got in.”
Jonny: “Right. I’ll be there this afternoon. I had to run by campus and make sure I had everything in order for the guest lecturer.”
Jimmy: “So important aren’t you?”
Jonny: “You know it. But I’m no Iron Man.”
Jimmy: **Laughing** “But you could have been. Still could.”
Jonny: “So you keep telling me. I’ve helped you out a couple times, what more do you want?”
Jimmy: “I told you I wouldn’t rest until the Ice Brothers returned to the ring.”
Jonny: “You never know.”
Jimmy: “That’s an improvement. Last time we talked, you said you didn’t think so. I’m breaking you.”
Jonny: “Whatever. Who’s picking us up?”
Jimmy: “I am. We’ll meet Missy at the show, get you settled, do our thing, get my title and be off for dinner.”
Jonny: “That’s the Jimmy Ice I know and love. NEW Champ huh?”
Jimmy: “Of course. Its going to be great year in two thousand eight. I took a back seat this last year to work behind the scenes mostly. This coming year, I plan to make some noise.”
Jonny: “I love it. You know I’m going to be watching closely.”
Jimmy: “You better. Let your older brother show you how things are done.”
Jonny: “You wish. Alright Bro. Go get ready and give ‘em hell. I’ll see you in a few hours.”
Jimmy: “Done. Fly safe.”
Jonny: “See ya.”
**Jimmy hangs up as he turns and smiles into the camera without a word. He turns and walks out the door as the scene fades out.**
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**Fade back in as a back door opens to the Wrestler’s Entrance of the arena. Jimmy Ice enters through the door, wearing street clothes, oakleys and smile. He walks down the corridor, greeting some of the backstage techs as he finds his locker room. His and Missy’s names and Logo adorn the door as he opens it and walks into a mini hotel room. He smiles as he tosses his bag on a bench with a couple lockers near it and looks around.**
“The Star treatment. This is the life. Everywhere I go, its nothing but the best. Not because I ask for it, but because that’s what I’m given. I know, I have a lot of critics. But for every critic out there, there’s thousands of fans and associates who think otherwise. I’ve been called every name out there. I’ve been around the block and done it all . . . twice. The fun part is, I’ve only just gotten started. I’m twenty-six years old and I’m going no where but up. So, when I hear from Craig Lovecraft, some highly exaggerated stories, I have to laugh . . . and then take some time to point out just how wrong he truly is. I hope everyone has a comfy seat and a lot of time on their hands . . . Craig has a tendency to embellish a lot. Don’t get me wrong here, I give Craig all the credit he deserves. He did after all win ECWF’s first ever Royal Rumble. That’s not a feat to be taken lightly. But then he mixes some things in, telling Ethan he has World Champ experience. I’m not one to rip on accomplishments, but someone take the time to ask Craig where he got his World Title from. Go ahead . . . anyone?”
**Out of nowhere, a voice chimes out**
“Where did Craig get his World Title from?”
Jimmy: “Thank you person I don’t know. Craig got his World Title from a company called EWE. Where are they now? They aren’t. They had a couple shows, including a big finale and Craig got into the Main Event because he has some connections. He walks away as the company closes its doors as the first and only EWE World Champion. He still had to do a little work for it, but really, when you think about it, credibility is not something Craig should be ripping others for. Speaking of which, can we just squash this little story before it gets out of hand. Despite what Craig wants everyone to think, he did not take down Ratings Inc. by himself. When a young, upstart named Craig Lovecraft called out the team of Ratings Inc one night, he did so with the intention of propelling his career to heights he could never have really reached on his own. No, that isn’t fair. He would have reached them, it would just have taken him a lot longer. One night, this little rift between Craig and us reaches an all time high when Craig superkicks Pete, knocking him off the stage and sidelining him. To Craig’s delight, it was announced that Pete’s career was probably over. He flaunted that fact everywhere, telling the world he had ended Ratings Inc all on his own. The REAL story is that I myself ended Ratings Inc, refusing to go on without Pete. Rob and I came to an agreement that with Pete sidelined, we felt Ratings Inc was not complete and so, went our separate ways. Rob, despite what Craig says, not only still has his credibility, he became the ECWF Pure Champ a while back. His first title. To me, that says something about a guy. But, what Craig didn’t know is that things were going on, right under his nose. When he and I had our fateful match, I beat him and took his title and the world was shocked when, yes, Pete Jones came to the ring and counted the pinfall. It was in fact, a masterful plan hatched by Ratings Inc. Was Pete injured? Yes. Did his career end? No. In fact, Pete has returned to join his former tag partner . . . that’d be me . . . in the ECWF tournament. Needless to say, all is not lost and Craig’s mouth got him into some trouble. He thought he had ended Ratings Inc for good. Yet as we proved, he fell for the whole thing, hook, line and sinker. You all see a pattern emerging here? Now lastly, Craig told the world that I was good and he was better. I’d laugh if I didn’t know he was serious. But he is. Craig is right about one thing, despite past remarks and hatred, we have a ton of respect for each other. But that doesn’t mean we won’t have some fun or some words at one another’s expense. Craig, simply, you aren’t better than me Bro. You know I don’t even have to try and prove it. I really admire some of your work and you are truly the fastest rising star, aside from me when I started, **winks** that I have ever seen. But when this match happens, I’ll be walking out with that belt Bro. You know it, Ethan knows it, hell the world knows it. Its just how it is. Two thousand eight is destined to be my year. It all starts right here, at the close of two thousand seven. NEW Universal Title and then . . . well, just wait and see.”
**Jimmy smiles as he starts to stand . . . stops . . . and sits back down. He smiles with a small shake of the head as he looks into the camera.**
“Ethan Everhart. The young and talented “Oracle.” Craig pretty much said it all. I would have probably been a little more tactful in my message but really, he did say some good things about you . . . TRUE things. You’re a bright young talent and you know, I fully believe that you will have a World Title of your own some day. But not this time. I applaud you for all your hard work on this one Bro. You’ve put out some truly impressive matches and you’ve been very well spoken from the beginning. You know what? I’ll even be blunt and tell you that I would love to see you branch out to the ECWF when the time comes and you feel you’re able to. I truly admire your talent. I hope you walk into this match and take it as a lesson. I know you’re going to come in here and put on one hell of a performance. Craig knows that too. I can’t wait to see what you got first hand. Good luck to you kid. I really mean it.”
**Jimmy stands and looks at his watch and then the camera.**
“If you’ll excuse me, the show isn’t for a long while yet and I have some things to do. I’ll see you all later.”
**With that, Jimmy walks out of the locker room as the scene fades out.**
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**Fade in once more as Jimmy stands outside a massive gym complex at the tail end of a closed door training session. Instead of going in, as he normally would, he stands outside waiting. It’s a cool day in Atlanta, the sky is overcast but the air is surprisingly warm. He stands gazing at the sky next to his rented SUV as the doors to the complex open and out walk one half of the Eight Man Tag Team Match participants, Eddie G, Kenua, Sean Classic . . . . and Jimmy’s better half and new fiancée, Missy Munroe. Jimmy watches for a moment as they chat about their upcoming match. Missy turns and sees Jimmy and waves as the team walks up to him. He greets the other guys as they stand and chat for a moment before the trio excuses themselves with Eddie trying to steal Jimmy’s wallet while Kenua distracts him. Jimmy catches Eddie in the act as both look at him sheepishly.**
Jimmy: “Still up to the old tricks huh?”
Eddie: “Si. Sorry Holmes.”
Kenua: “Yeah, um, sorry.”
Jimmy: **Laughing** “Get out of here.”
Sean: “Don’t worry Jimmy, we’ll take care of Missy at the show.”
Jimmy: “Thanks guys. Good luck.”
**They wave their goodbyes as Jimmy and Missy hop into the SUV. Missy leans over and kisses Jimmy as they pull out and head back to the hotel.**
Missy: “So, how’s your day been?”
Jimmy: “Adventurous. I got some nice words from Craig, got a call from Jon, they’ll be here soon by the way and got settled into the locker room at the Dome. Then I thought I’d come see how you were and tell you we’re picking Jon and Jess up soon and heading to the show . . .”
Missy: “Then after we win our matches, we head out to dinner and have a night on the town.”
Jimmy: “You know us so well.”
Missy: “That I do James.”
Jimmy: “How was the training?”
Missy: “Fun. Between Eddie staring at my ass and Kenua at my chest, we got SOME stuff done. If it wasn’t for Sean just stealing glances, we might not have gotten anything done.”
Jimmy: “Sounds like a fun workout . . . for them.”
Missy: “You’re not kidding. I had to do all the work while they gawked.”
Jimmy: “Can you blame them?”
Missy: **Shocked** “You’re not mad?”
Jimmy: “Why would I be? They got great taste. Besides, its not like they’d ever try anything.”
Missy: “Really? Eddie tried to pants me. Kenua was yelling “BRA AND PANTIES PRACTICE!!” while Eddie snuck up behind me.”
**Jimmy’s face goes serious as he looks at Missy and then back at the road.**
Jimmy: “Yeah, I’m coming to the ring with you.”
Missy: **Laughing** “Now you see what I deal with. So . . . how about you? Did you train today?”
Jimmy: “Of course. I always train.”
Missy: “Ready to become the first ever NEW Universal Champion?”
Jimmy: “Damn right. I’m so pumped for this. Not just for this title match, but for this next year. We’re starting fresh Miss. I can’t wait to get back into it. I know this break coming up is going to be much needed and I am excited. But when we come back, I swear I am going to make things happen this coming year. You and me both, we’re going to turn heads.”
Missy: “Well I already do apparently.”
**They share a laugh**
Missy: “I can’t wait to see you walk out with gold Jimmy. You deserve it Sweetheart. You know I’ll be there first to celebrate with you too.”
Jimmy: “Thanks, Doll.”
**Jimmy pulls up to their hotel as they share another kiss.**
Missy: “Now, I need a shower and I need to get the rest of my gear together. Then we can get your brother and Jess and head out.”
Jimmy: “Right behind you Love.”
**They exit the car and walk to the hotel entrance holding hands as the scene fades to black.**
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