Post by Cashman on Jan 26, 2012 18:42:26 GMT -5
Climbing the ladder to success
Flashes of light explode in an already emulated room. One side of this room, there is a big green screen that takes up the whole wall. In front of this wall is a man on a ladder, he is wearing casual blue jeans with a button up striped shirt. Directly in front of him was another male, he has a camera in his hand, and has it pointed at the man on the ladder. To the right of the camera man is a stunning blond female in business attire. The expression on her face resembles the look of disappointment as she looks at the man on the ladder. The rest of this room is designed with leather sofas, glass tables, as well as pictures on the wall. All of these pictures are different, but have the same logo printed across them reading UWA wrestling.
Is this really necessary, Emma? (Spoken from the man on the ladder)
Emma: Shawn you know you have been chosen to appear on the cover of this month’s UWA magazine. The title of the magazine is called “Climbing the ladder to success”! What better way for people to visualize then to see you climbing a ladder? Besides Shawn, this is a big opportunity for you to get your face more familiarized with the fans of the UWA!
Shawn takes a breath then begins to speak.
Shawn: You’re right, let’s just get this over with…
A couple of more flashes strike the air before the camera man begins to speak.
There is something missing from this picture.
Emma: You know I was thinking the same thing!
What are we trying to say here?
Emma: That this man (She points at Shawn.) is a rising star in the UWA! We are trying to gain support for him, men have to think he is one of their own and women have to love him!
The camera man looks at Shawn with a puzzled expression on his face.
If I was a woman looking at this cover, the first thing that would come to my mind would be….boyish charm…I mean he looks very cute but women want sexy!
Emma: You know you’re right!
She walks over to Shawn, grabs his shirt, and pulls it until the buttons snap off. This bares a part of Shawn’s tussled chest, as well as an expression on Shawn’s face of surprisment. A smile comes upon Emma’s and the camera guys faces.
Shawn: What the hell! That was my favorite shirt!
Emma: Oh stop being a baby; I will buy you another one later.
She walks out of camera view, and looks at the camera guy who begins to shoot again.
Emma: Did that help?
Oh yes!
She turns back at Shawn.
Emma: See what better way to depress your opponent then to have him pick up a copy of this month’s magazine and see your face on it.
Shawn: I don’t want to antagonize Genocide! I beat him at the PPV, now he gets a rematch! If I was him, I know I would be regrouping and study our match for a weakness or a moment in which I left my guard down!
She could tell that he was getting a little heated with her words.
Emma: Clam down I was only playing, besides this edition won’t be out till your match with Genocide is long over.
Enough talking more smiling!
The two of them did not say another word until the shoot was over. Emma walked with the camera man over to the computer where they began to look over the pictures. Meanwhile, Shawn got down from the ladder and walked over, taking a seat on a nearby sofa. There he starts thinking to himself.
Man this is a comfy couch! Hmmm…. I was very impressed with Genocide’s technique in the ring. He was missing something though: his head just was not in the game. I doubt he will make the same mistake; I have to be ready for anything expressly now that Barbwire will be at ring side with him….hmm this couch is nice and cozy.
He stretches out on the sofa getting more comfortable. A few minutes go by and before he knew it he had fallen asleep.
Monday May 6th 2002
The air is thick and wet; the sun is peaking over the hills that surround a fenced in village. This village is well maintained, and the buildings are uniformed. At the main entrance of this village, is a guard checking identification as you enter. At the farthest part away from the main entrance, is a group of small houses, in front of these houses is an American flag swinging in the wind. The door to these houses open and a group of males file out and line up behind each other until there are four rows; all of the males are wearing the same outfit. Plane brown shirts, followed by camouflage pants, and lastly tan mountain boots. All of them have buzz haircuts, and in decent physical shape. One of these males makes his way to the front of the four rows; he looks out into the group of men.
Good morning ladies!
The group of men answer as one.
Good morning, Drill Sargent!
Drill Sargent: For the last couple of weeks you have called Fort Jackson home. As well as being the sorriest excuse for a Platoon that I have laid my eyes on. This will not continue! My reputation is at stake god damn it! I hope you all ate your Wheaties this morning, ten mile run Platoon right face!
At that moment the whole Platoon turned to their right. They face along winding road that breaks through the fence and leads up a side of a hill.
Drill Sargent: Forward march!.....your left…left…left right left
The platoon begins marching to his cadence.
Drill Sargent: Double time march!
The platoon transforms from marching to jogging, it’s not long till they break through the fence of the fort, and make their way up the hill side. The drill Sargent begins a military cadence sings a part of the song and the rest of the platoon sings the chorus.
Drill Sargent: They say that in the Army the coffee's mighty fine. It looks like muddy water and tastes like turpentine!
Platoon: Oh Lord, I wanna go…… But they won't let me go…. Oh Lord, I wanna go hoo-hoo-hoooome EH!
Drill Sargent: They say that in the Army the chow is mighty fine. A chicken jumped off the table and started marking time!
Platoon: Oh Lord, I wanna go…… But they won't let me go…. Oh Lord, I wanna go hoo-hoo-hoooome EH!
Drill Sargent: They say that in the Army the biscuits are mighty fine. One rolled off the table and killed a friend of mine!
Platoon: Oh Lord, I wanna go…… But they won't let me go…. Oh Lord, I wanna go hoo-hoo-hoooome EH!
The cadence went on for a couple more minutes until the drill Sargent concluded it, at which time the platoon had spread out and jogging at their own pace. Half way into the run the drill Sargent is running with the four of the front runners when he begins giving them instructions.
Drill Sargent: Hold up you four!
The four men come to a halt with the Sargent.
Drill Sargent: We will wait for the others!
It is not long until little groups of 3 or more run into the leaders and come to a halt. The whole platoon made it to that point except one individual, his name was Brian Macwaters; the rest of the platoon called him “Big Mac”. He was 19 6’3’’ and 334 pounds which made this ten mile run very tough for him. The longer the time went by the angrier the Sargent got until Macwaters was seen slowly walking to the half-way point.
Drill Sargent: Get your ass in gear Macwaters!
There was no change in Macwaters speed.
Drill Sargent: Macwaters, if you don’t get your fat ass in gear, I will tee off on your nut sack!
There was still no change - the Sargent walked his way down to Macwaters until he was nose to nose with him.
Drill Sargent: Get down and give me twenty!
Macwaters got down on his hands and knees, and began slowly completing each push up.
Drill Sargent: See what the problem with you is, that you have so many rolls slowing you down!
The Sargent slams his boot into the back of Macwaters, making it tougher for him to complete each push up. The stress eventually gets to him making him collapse to the ground.
Drill Sargent: You want to go home Macwaters? You are the sorriest peace of shit that I have ever……
He was cut off mid-sentence.
If you get your twelve inch boot off him, he might be able to complete what you asked him to do!
He turns around a looks at the individual who separated himself from the crowd.
Drill Sargent: Cashman! Why don’t you join Macwaters! I believe we are starting over, this time fifty!
Shawn gets down on his hands and knees and starts powering them out. The Sargent walks over extending his 12 inch boot and slams it down on his back. Shawn begins to breathe heavily, but continues to power through until he completes the exercise. Shawn stands back up facing the Sargent and begins talking in a sarcastic manner.
Cashman: Is there anything else, sir!
The Sargent burst into laughter.
Drill Sargent: You will come to regret cutting me off Cashman! You have just put a target on your back son!
The Sargent turns looking at the rest of the platoon.
Drill Sargent: Let’s get a move on ladies!
The platoon begins to start jogging again. Macwaters makes his way to Cashman and starts talking while jogging.
Macwaters: Thank you for doing that Cashman!
Cashman: No worries Macwaters, just stay with my pace and we will get done with this before you know it.
Hey Shawn
Wake up
Shawn opens his eyes finding himself back on the sofa where he had fallen to sleep on. He looked around to see Emma was standing in front of him.
Emma: You alright Shawn? You are sweating!
Shawn: Oh yeah! Just a little warm.
Emma: What, its freezing in here! You better not be catching a cold - your match is coming up soon!
Shawn: I’m fine…
Emma: Good, let’s get out of here and get some grub I’m starving!
[End Scene]
Charecters mention: Genocide, Barbwire
Charecters used: Emma Sinclair (with her permission)
