Post by Cashman on Feb 2, 2012 19:38:00 GMT -5
You will come to regret it
A long rectangle table is lined with neon lights built into the edges. It is well maintained by a female that stands on one side of the table. Behind her is a wide and dazzling display of fine liquors. It is a slow Wednesday night, her only attendance a male in his late twenty’s. He has just consumed a plate of food in front of him, as well as six bottles of a beer called Wild Blue.
Let me have another, please
Bartender: This is going to be your seventh one. You sure that’s going to be a good idea?
The male lets out a sarcastic laugh.
It’s always a good idea!
Bartender: Okay Mr. Cashman one more.
She picks up a bottle out of the cooler, pops off the bottle cap and places it in front of him. He quickly goes for the bottle.
Bartender: So what is your story? You are a new face, you new in town?
Shawn: Just passing through I’m afraid.
He takes a long sip of the bottle and places it back on the table.
Bartender: Where are you staying?
Shawn: Across the street in that lovely three star hotel!
Bartender: Good, I don’t have to call a cab for you….. What are you in town for business or pleasure?
She grabs his plate and a few empty bottles. She throws the bottles in a nearby trash can, and the plate in the sink behind her.
Shawn: Hopefully a little of both. (Sporting a wide grin)
Bartender: You are a funny man Mr. Cashman!
Shawn: Please call me Shawn.
Bartender: Okay Shawn what do you do for a living?
He takes another long sip before answering.
Shawn: I am a proud professional wrestler!
Her face starts gleaming with excitement.
Bartender: That’s right the UWA is in town!
She reaches underneath the table grabbing an old Polaroid camera. She aims it at Shawn and takes his picture.
Shawn: What is all that about?
Bartender: Like people would believe me, if I had told them you were in my company!
She walks over and tapes it on a nearby wall with a bunch of other pictures hanging from it.
Bartender: You are a professional wrestler passing through town after putting on an event….so what is the story with the hat on your forehead?
Shawn’s boyish grin fades as a unexpected concerned look takes its place. He takes off the hat to look at it, the hat had black and green for its colors and white lettering stitched across it reading “an army of one”. He takes a sigh before putting it back on his forehead.
Shawn: It’s a long story, one that I’m not going to say tonight!
He stands up grabbing cash from his pocket and tossing it on the table.
Shawn: That should cover everything!
He turns around and makes his way toward the door.
Bartender: I’m sorry! I did not mean any harm; I just like hearing people’s stories!
He continued walking and staggers out the door into the cold night. The road outside is empty as he crosses it with ease. He opens the door to the hotel, when he feels a vibration in his pocket. He pulls out his phone and notices he has a text message from Emma that was sent three hours prior. He reads it to himself while walking through the hallway.
Shawn make sure you get some good rest tonight! You are not going against newcomers like yourself in this match. You are going against the best the UWA has to offer, you win this match and you make a statement that you belong on the same stage as Manabu and Classy Jay! I will see you in the morning good night!
He smiles and turns off the screen to his phone as he thinks about the upcoming match.
She is right! I have been in two matches so far as a member of the UWA, both matches I defeated the same person! The only thing I have proved is that I can beat Genocide, if I win this upcoming triple threat match I will be catapulted into the spotlight…… Am I ready?.....I guess only time will tell the only thing I know is that Classy Jay wants Manabu’s title and will deeply try to make the impression that he deserves that title match sooner than later. I will use my rookie status as my advantage Manabu and Classy Jay will most likely worry about each other than myself giving me the opportunity to steal the victory. Sounds a bit cheap but I’ll take that recognition if it means the victory!
He makes his way to his room. He Slides the key card as the door opens, makes his way in sliding of his shoes and bumps into bed. The pillows cradle his head as his brain slips away to a dreamy state.
Tuesday May 7th 2002
A small building is dimly lit, due to the moonlight coming through the windows. Men are filing out of the building quietly, except for one individual who is still asleep in his bunk. Another male walks up to him, and drops boots right on top of his head. The sleepy individual quickly wakes from his bunk and rises to his feet dazed. He looks around, and notices that the rest of the barracks is empty except for one individual that walks up to him and begins shouting at him.
Get the fuck out of this barracks Cashman!
Cashman reaches for his pants but gets a swift push towards the door.
No time for that Cashman! Get the fuck out that door, right NOW!
Cashman runs for the door with only his briefs to cover himself. He steps one foot out the door when he is quickly forced back into the barracks with a rush of water. He slams into the wall behind him and falls to his feet.
Did that hurt Cashman?
He takes a deep breath and gets back to his feet.
Cashman: No drill Sargent!
Drill Sargent: Good! Then get the fuck back out there!
Cashman can now see outside, he sees two other drill Sargent’s who are holding a fire hose. They are looking at him, waiting for him to come outside again, before striking him with the water. Behind the drill Sargent’s with the fire hose is the rest of his platoon. They are looking on with amazed looks on their faces. He runs again this time he braces himself ready to get hit with water. When he steps foot outside the water hits him again, he tries to walk down the steps from the barracks, but fails and falls to the ground below. The ground quickly turns to a muddy mesh as there drill Sargent makes his way out of the barracks; he tells the other Sargent’s to turn off the water. He walks up to Cashman, who is standing now with mud covering his body. The Sargent begins to talk so that the surrounding crowd can hear him.
Drill Sargent: Damn Cashman you look like a mess!.... Do you remember yesterday when I said you will come to regret interrupting me?
Cashman: Yes drill Sargent!
Drill Sargent: Well if we could rewind time! Would you have changed your mind, and not interrupted me?
Cashman: No sir, I would have still interrupted you!
The drill Sargent lets out a little laugh.
Drill Sargent: Get down and give me twenty!
He gets down on his hands and knees on the muddy ground below, and begins powering them out. It is not long before the drill Sargent slams his boot on his back making it hard for him to complete the task. With a little hard work he completes the task and comes to his feet. At that time the drill Sargent steps out of the way and Cashman gets hit with water again. He is forced off his feet falling into the mud for the second time. The Sargent’s turn off the water and Cashman gets to his feet once more.
Drill Sargent: Why did you interrupt me Cashman?
Cashman: You were making an example out of Macwaters sir. He is family sir!
He looks at the platoon.
Cashman: We are all a family now! If I saw a member of my family being bullied, I would not think twice and I would interrupt you again!
Drill Sargent: Get down and give me fifty!
He gets down again and once again the drill Sargent’s boot slams into his back. He finishes the pushups and stands getting hit with the water again. This time the water hits him in the face blinding him as he falls to the muddy ground. The drill Sargent looks over at the platoon and begins speaking.
Drill Sargent: Would anyone like to interrupt me?
There was silence among them as the water continued to rush at Cashman.
Drill Sargent: Would anyone like to take the place of Mr. Cashman?
No one answered.
The drill Sargent motioned for the water to be turned off. Cashman slowly comes to a stand.
Drill Sargent: Congratulations! Mr. Cashman you just made platoon leader!
Cashmans eyes widen in amazement.
Drill Sargent: He is right you are all family now if you like it or not! You have to learn to stick up for one another and trust each other! If not your dead!.....Dismissed!....
Shawn opens his eyes and finds himself back in his hotel room. He slowly stands from the bed taking off his pants and shirt. He walks over to the mini fridge and takes a beer from a six pack he bought earlier. He takes a few sips then walks over to his gym bag that reads ‘’The Renegade” and pulls out his laptop. He checks the UWA web site the main headline read as “Enter the GLS”. He reads the article and thinks to himself.
Looks like Manabu has another rival gunning for him. Deaven makes a lot of statements, but I have learned from the past that you don’t act on statements you act on actions. If he decides to interfere in our match, I will stand my ground until acted upon…..
In the corner of the computer screen he notices the time.
What the fuck its 5:25 in the morning I have to get up in two fucking hours….Shit!
He quickly finishes the beer and jumps into bed pushing thoughts out of his head he falls quickly to sleep once more.
[End Scene]
Characters Mentioned: Emma Sinclair, Manabu, Classy Jay, Genocide, GLS, Deaven Benett
