Post by Michael Santiago on Sept 21, 2011 7:35:28 GMT -5
Scene One – Ghosts of wrestling past
* The sound of a door slamming rings through the hotel room, inaudible yelling floods the small space as Michael paces quickly back and forth. He ends the call on the cell phone before tossing it on the bed. A knock on the door echoes and Michael’s head turns sharply toward the threshold. *
Michael: Come in?
* The door creaks open and Michael’s attitude becomes quickly relieved. In through the crack of the door slips a man of about six foot two, two hundred and thirty pounds, very well built with long wavy hair. The man pulls his sunglasses off, a wide ear to ear grin as he approaches Michael with his hand extended. Michael takes his friends’ hand in a quick embrace. *
Michael: Shane, what are you doing here?
Shane: Just heard that a friend needed some support so I figured what better way to show it than to drop in and give a good old-fashioned pep talk.
Michael: What is this? High school? Shaniac… a pep talk? Come on, you can do better than that.
Shane: I saw what happened at Fall Brawl Mike, then again this past week at Rush, you need some kind of support.
Michael: Yeah but a pep talk isn’t the kind of support I need. I need someone to watch my back, I need you to lace up your boots again.
Shane: I don’t get it, Odin is in UWA, why haven’t you and him been teaming up?
Michael: Not too sure, it seems like Odin may have some sort of rift going towards me. He hasn’t spoken a word to me since I’ve returned.
Shane: That doesn’t sound like Odin at all, I really can’t believe that.
Michael: Well it is what it is, the fact remains that the number games seem to be really taking their toll on me, I have a chip on my shoulder and a bulls eye on my forehead and everyone is taking aim.
Shane: I haven’t even stepped inside a ring in years, I don’t know if I have it anymore.
Michael: Anymore? You never had it Shane, I just need you there to watch my back.
* Shane grins at Michael’s jab and punches him in the arm. *
Shane: Even if I do get back into the ring the numbers are still going to be against us. We’re the “Wave of the Future.” We piss people off, we kick ass and we collect what is ours, that never sits well with anyone wherever we go.
Michael: You’re right, the numbers would still be against us, but no one ever said anything about the Wave of the Future, I was thinking on a slightly larger scale…
Shane: The Alliance?
Michael: The Perfect Alliance… I mean… I have to talk to Odin… there are actually a lot of holes to fill, but one thing is for certain, along the pinnacle of the wrestling industry there is always a numbers game, and its time I start playing it to my advantage. When you are the best in the world at what you do, and you know it, that tends to piss people off so I need to regroup and get myself the backup I need.
Shane: It sounds tempting but… I don’t know, it’s still a lot for me to overcome along the way. I need to work off the ring rust, get back into the shape that it takes for me to successfully compete on my level.
Michael: Listen Shaniac, you do what it is you need to do to get yourself ready because I am telling you now, this whole thing is bigger than you and I. This is the time to prepare because TPA is going to wage war on UWA.
* Michael collects the cell phone from the bed and dials out a call, turning away from Shane and walking out onto the balcony, closing the sliding door behind him. *
~~~End Scene ~~~
Scene Two – Planting the seeds
* Michael sits in front of his laptop computer, wearing dark wash jeans and an A/X t-shirt, his hair pulled back and a fierce look of anger on his face. He cracks his neck first to the left, then the right, he left-clicks the mouse and a small window pops up reflecting what the computer’s webcam sees. *
Michael: Welcome, UWA universe, welcome into my home. I am sure you are all wondering how I feel about my match this past week at Rush, and that’s honestly the reason I chose this method of media, simply for the pure freedom I have when addressing this troubling topic. It is safe to say that I’m pissed off, and It is safe to say that I plan to get back at both Nate Bishop and Chris Chris for their actions this week, but by no means does that indicate that I’ve forgotten about Fall Brawl and what happened that night with Nate Bishop and Denise du Pris, that is a story all in its own that will be taken care of before long. But where I want to start tonight is with my opponent at this coming week’s Rush, my “partner” last week, Neptune. This is a guy who did nothing but bitch and moan about having to compete in a tag team match, about how tag team matches were basically the “b” side of the album when compared to the singles division… and yet, he couldn’t even comprehend the FIRST rule of tag team competition and that is to always have your partner’s back. Nate Bishop and Chris Chris were able to double team me and Neptune was nowhere to be found. The deadliest feet in the world? The most damage those feet have ever done was to me last week when he used them to hightail it out of there and leave me for dead. But legends never die so here I am, gearing up for this week’s clash, Neptune, you like to fancy yourself some kind of martial artist? This is wrestling son, and inside that ring I am the deadliest in the world. I am Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end, there isn’t another wrestler in the UWA locker room that can hold a candle to my ability or my list of accomplishments inside the squared circle. I came to the UWA for one reason, to win the heavyweight championship, if I have to tie up some loose ends before I proceed then so be it. Management knows I put asses in those seats and I have been since before you were old enough to get your dick wet. I’m considered arrogant, and that would be a fair judgment because I’ve given my time and have every right to proclaim myself as the best there is, your false arrogance Neptune, it disgusts me, you’ve done nothing worthwhile to lay claim to anything you’ve said, Monday night at Rush, I’ll take personal pleasure in sending your ego to the ground crashing. I’ve wasted more than enough time and energy talking about a guy who serves little more purpose to this company than that of roster enhancement… Moving on to bigger and more pressing things, Nate Bishop, another arrogant, self-righteous young man, I’ve seen about as much of you as I can stand these days Nate. It seems over the last year or so our fates have been intertwined and it’s only so long before we come into a collision course. Don’t worry about your TV title though my friend, I have no interest whatsoever in the strap, when I whoop your ass it will be for nothing more than personal gratification, if your title comes as a bi-product of that, well that’s just a bonus really. I’ve seen you on the scene since your first matches kid and thus far I’ve seen little from you that conducts you as a respectable professional wrestler. You can’t handle your business by yourself, you always have to make it a team effort, which is fine if you’re looking to make your bread as a tag team wrestler, but if you want to be taken seriously as a singles star, I suggest you stop relying on those around you. But maybe that’s a lesson for another time kiddo…
* Michael glances down at the clock on the corner of the computer screen before looking back up at the camera. *
Michael: I guess I really did waste too much time on that pompous prick Neptune… so I’ll just touch briefly on this… Odin, I’m not so sure what it is that has you so crossed towards me, maybe you’ve found yourself back on the sauce, maybe something inside just isn’t sitting well, whatever it is, give me a call, shoot me an email, do whatever it is you have to, to get in touch with me and we’ll see if we can’t iron it all out because I’ve realized what this company needs, what these fans need, and it’s a small sampling of TPA. It’s that “X-factor” that is missing, the inclusion of which will be the only thing that can catapult the UWA to the top. I know the attitudes of these rookies who are still too wet behind the ears to even get a good gripping headlock on aggravates you, much the way it does me. But that’s where we come into the equation Mav, we run concurrent to the establishment, the anti-establishment if you will. Just do me that solid and get in touch with me, we’ll talk more on the matter… This Monday Neptune, you will be weighed, you will be measured, and you will be found wanting…
* Michael left clicks the mouse again, cutting the vlog (video blog) feed. *
~~~End Scene ~~~
* The sound of a door slamming rings through the hotel room, inaudible yelling floods the small space as Michael paces quickly back and forth. He ends the call on the cell phone before tossing it on the bed. A knock on the door echoes and Michael’s head turns sharply toward the threshold. *
Michael: Come in?
* The door creaks open and Michael’s attitude becomes quickly relieved. In through the crack of the door slips a man of about six foot two, two hundred and thirty pounds, very well built with long wavy hair. The man pulls his sunglasses off, a wide ear to ear grin as he approaches Michael with his hand extended. Michael takes his friends’ hand in a quick embrace. *
Michael: Shane, what are you doing here?
Shane: Just heard that a friend needed some support so I figured what better way to show it than to drop in and give a good old-fashioned pep talk.
Michael: What is this? High school? Shaniac… a pep talk? Come on, you can do better than that.
Shane: I saw what happened at Fall Brawl Mike, then again this past week at Rush, you need some kind of support.
Michael: Yeah but a pep talk isn’t the kind of support I need. I need someone to watch my back, I need you to lace up your boots again.
Shane: I don’t get it, Odin is in UWA, why haven’t you and him been teaming up?
Michael: Not too sure, it seems like Odin may have some sort of rift going towards me. He hasn’t spoken a word to me since I’ve returned.
Shane: That doesn’t sound like Odin at all, I really can’t believe that.
Michael: Well it is what it is, the fact remains that the number games seem to be really taking their toll on me, I have a chip on my shoulder and a bulls eye on my forehead and everyone is taking aim.
Shane: I haven’t even stepped inside a ring in years, I don’t know if I have it anymore.
Michael: Anymore? You never had it Shane, I just need you there to watch my back.
* Shane grins at Michael’s jab and punches him in the arm. *
Shane: Even if I do get back into the ring the numbers are still going to be against us. We’re the “Wave of the Future.” We piss people off, we kick ass and we collect what is ours, that never sits well with anyone wherever we go.
Michael: You’re right, the numbers would still be against us, but no one ever said anything about the Wave of the Future, I was thinking on a slightly larger scale…
Shane: The Alliance?
Michael: The Perfect Alliance… I mean… I have to talk to Odin… there are actually a lot of holes to fill, but one thing is for certain, along the pinnacle of the wrestling industry there is always a numbers game, and its time I start playing it to my advantage. When you are the best in the world at what you do, and you know it, that tends to piss people off so I need to regroup and get myself the backup I need.
Shane: It sounds tempting but… I don’t know, it’s still a lot for me to overcome along the way. I need to work off the ring rust, get back into the shape that it takes for me to successfully compete on my level.
Michael: Listen Shaniac, you do what it is you need to do to get yourself ready because I am telling you now, this whole thing is bigger than you and I. This is the time to prepare because TPA is going to wage war on UWA.
* Michael collects the cell phone from the bed and dials out a call, turning away from Shane and walking out onto the balcony, closing the sliding door behind him. *
~~~End Scene ~~~
Scene Two – Planting the seeds
* Michael sits in front of his laptop computer, wearing dark wash jeans and an A/X t-shirt, his hair pulled back and a fierce look of anger on his face. He cracks his neck first to the left, then the right, he left-clicks the mouse and a small window pops up reflecting what the computer’s webcam sees. *
Michael: Welcome, UWA universe, welcome into my home. I am sure you are all wondering how I feel about my match this past week at Rush, and that’s honestly the reason I chose this method of media, simply for the pure freedom I have when addressing this troubling topic. It is safe to say that I’m pissed off, and It is safe to say that I plan to get back at both Nate Bishop and Chris Chris for their actions this week, but by no means does that indicate that I’ve forgotten about Fall Brawl and what happened that night with Nate Bishop and Denise du Pris, that is a story all in its own that will be taken care of before long. But where I want to start tonight is with my opponent at this coming week’s Rush, my “partner” last week, Neptune. This is a guy who did nothing but bitch and moan about having to compete in a tag team match, about how tag team matches were basically the “b” side of the album when compared to the singles division… and yet, he couldn’t even comprehend the FIRST rule of tag team competition and that is to always have your partner’s back. Nate Bishop and Chris Chris were able to double team me and Neptune was nowhere to be found. The deadliest feet in the world? The most damage those feet have ever done was to me last week when he used them to hightail it out of there and leave me for dead. But legends never die so here I am, gearing up for this week’s clash, Neptune, you like to fancy yourself some kind of martial artist? This is wrestling son, and inside that ring I am the deadliest in the world. I am Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end, there isn’t another wrestler in the UWA locker room that can hold a candle to my ability or my list of accomplishments inside the squared circle. I came to the UWA for one reason, to win the heavyweight championship, if I have to tie up some loose ends before I proceed then so be it. Management knows I put asses in those seats and I have been since before you were old enough to get your dick wet. I’m considered arrogant, and that would be a fair judgment because I’ve given my time and have every right to proclaim myself as the best there is, your false arrogance Neptune, it disgusts me, you’ve done nothing worthwhile to lay claim to anything you’ve said, Monday night at Rush, I’ll take personal pleasure in sending your ego to the ground crashing. I’ve wasted more than enough time and energy talking about a guy who serves little more purpose to this company than that of roster enhancement… Moving on to bigger and more pressing things, Nate Bishop, another arrogant, self-righteous young man, I’ve seen about as much of you as I can stand these days Nate. It seems over the last year or so our fates have been intertwined and it’s only so long before we come into a collision course. Don’t worry about your TV title though my friend, I have no interest whatsoever in the strap, when I whoop your ass it will be for nothing more than personal gratification, if your title comes as a bi-product of that, well that’s just a bonus really. I’ve seen you on the scene since your first matches kid and thus far I’ve seen little from you that conducts you as a respectable professional wrestler. You can’t handle your business by yourself, you always have to make it a team effort, which is fine if you’re looking to make your bread as a tag team wrestler, but if you want to be taken seriously as a singles star, I suggest you stop relying on those around you. But maybe that’s a lesson for another time kiddo…
* Michael glances down at the clock on the corner of the computer screen before looking back up at the camera. *
Michael: I guess I really did waste too much time on that pompous prick Neptune… so I’ll just touch briefly on this… Odin, I’m not so sure what it is that has you so crossed towards me, maybe you’ve found yourself back on the sauce, maybe something inside just isn’t sitting well, whatever it is, give me a call, shoot me an email, do whatever it is you have to, to get in touch with me and we’ll see if we can’t iron it all out because I’ve realized what this company needs, what these fans need, and it’s a small sampling of TPA. It’s that “X-factor” that is missing, the inclusion of which will be the only thing that can catapult the UWA to the top. I know the attitudes of these rookies who are still too wet behind the ears to even get a good gripping headlock on aggravates you, much the way it does me. But that’s where we come into the equation Mav, we run concurrent to the establishment, the anti-establishment if you will. Just do me that solid and get in touch with me, we’ll talk more on the matter… This Monday Neptune, you will be weighed, you will be measured, and you will be found wanting…
* Michael left clicks the mouse again, cutting the vlog (video blog) feed. *
~~~End Scene ~~~
