Post by Grime on Mar 20, 2015 22:13:55 GMT -5
A LOOK INTO THE PAST
Carson City, NV
June 19, 2013
1:23a.m. PST
A man is sitting at a bar as last call for drinks is announced. The man checks his pockets but can only find loose change, hardly enough to buy a beer. The bartender walks over.
Bartender: Don’t worry about it, pops. Last one is on me, alright?
Man: Thanks.
Bartender: You doing alright?
Man: Rough week.
Bartender: Shit happens. Here ya go.
Man: Yeah. Here just fill this, no reason to dirty another one.
Bartender: No problem.
The Bartender brings the pitcher over and tops the man’s beer mug. The man sits there for a minute before he takes his first gulp. You hear the sound of motorcycle pulling in. A few minutes later a large man comes into the bar. Those still left look over at the door. The bartender calls out.
Bartender: Sorry, man. I just called last call.
Biker: I’m not here for a drink. I’m here to talk to him.
The Biker points at the man sitting alone at the bar. The bartender takes a look at the man, then back at the biker.
Bartender: You know him?
Man: Fortunately…for him.
The biker walks up to the bar and sits at the stool next to him.
Man: When did you get out?
Biker: Yesterday.
Man: Everything done? Killed your number?
Biker: Yeah.
Man: Good. Where you headed?
Biker: Not sure.
Man: Thought about getting a job?
Biker: What for?
Man: Survival. Become a successful member of society.
Biker: I don’t have to worry about that.
Man: Oh? Enlighten me.
Biker: You know me better than that.
Man: You mean I knew you better than that. Things change, kid.
Biker: I hate it when you call me that.
Suddenly the bar door flies open. Two men enter the bar and see the man and the biker at the bar. They each take out two black .22 Magnums. They fire. The first bullet to enter the older man hits him in the back of the neck. The bartender ducks down. He grabs a shotgun from under the counter. The old man’s blood runs off the bar counter and begins dripping onto the floor near the bartender. He looks at the blood and takes a deep breath and closes his eyes. The second bullet from the other guns pierces through the man’s back, though he’s already dead. The biker has his hands up as he stands a couple feet away from the stool he had been sitting in.
Gunman #1: Who are you??
Biker: No one.
Gunman #2: A witness. All these people are. We leave no witnesses.
Two men are hiding under a table at the right of the gunmen in the biker’s view. He doesn’t turn his eyes toward them to give them away. In his peripheral vision he can see that one of them is going for a gun and has some sort of badge around his neck. The biker looks at the two gunmen and begins to ignore the situation of the two other men.
Biker: Since we’re all dead already, tell me…why’d you kill him?
Gunman #1: That’s none of your business.
Biker: Well, you just killed a good man. So…I want to know why? What’d he do?
Gunman #2: You don’t hear too well, homey.
The second gunman holds up his gun and points it at the biker. At that moment the bartender pops up from behind the bar and wastes the second gunman. The other gunman shoots at the bartender, hitting him just above the heart in the left short. The police officer from under the table shoots the remaining gunman in the left shoulder. The gunman turns and shoots the officer in the forehead. The biker rushes the first gunman as his attention was drawn away and goes for his right hand. He slams the gunman into the door. They don’t go through, but the impact is enough to cause the man to lose the gun. It hits the floor. The other man underneath the table comes over and helps the biker take the gunman down. The officer slaps the cuffs on hard and wrenches the man’s arm back to do it.
Gunman #1: AH!!! FUCK!!! MY ARM!!!
He cuffs the man. The biker sees that the man also has a police badge around his neck, though it had been hidden enough to escape the biker’s sight. The two officers had been off duty and came to enjoy a few drinks together.
Police Officer: What’s your name?
Biker: Jason. Jason Frank.
Gunman #1: Yeah we know you, Frank! I knew I recognized your sorry ass!
Police Officer: Shut up!
The biker stares at the gunman. He knows the guy too well. He’d been the guy to set him up. He’d done 4 years because him. He was lucky that was all he’d gotten.
Police Officer: You know this guy?
The biker doesn’t answer. The Police Officer figures that he better wait until backup comes before asking the guy anymore questions. The officer grabs his cell phone and starts dialing 9-1-1.
Police Officer: And the old man? You know him, don’t you?
Jason Frank: Just as Pops.
The officer calls for on-duty back up as he’s securing the first gunman.
Police Officer: I need back up at Skip’s outside Carson City. I have a homicide. Two suspects. One in custody. One deceased. Need an ambulance right away.
Jason Frank: Look. I can’t be here when your back up gets here. I have to go.
Police Officer: No way! You’re a main witness, sir. I have to keep you at the scene.
Jason Frank: Look…you didn’t tell them you have witnesses. I know these two. He’s the one that set me up. If I stay here, I’m pretty much dead already.
The officer looks at Jason.
Police Officer: Fine. Look. At least take my card. I need you to call me and at least identify these guys. If you gotta go to keep safe, then get the fuck out of here.
The officer hands Jason a card. He takes it and makes his way to the back.
Police Officer: Hey, where you going?
Jason Frank: Through the cellar. I know this place is being watched. Keep a look out. These guys don’t come out in 5 minutes, you need to get that shot gun and have every gun in sight to hold the others off till your friends show up.
Police Officer: Good to know. Hey, you better be in touch, Mr. Frank. Don’t leave town if you can help it.
Jason Frank: I can’t do that…but I’ll give you call from where I’m headed.
Police Officer: Fuck! Fine get out of here…
The biker grabs the shotgun and slides it over to the officer on the floor. He takes the 9mm out of the old man’s inside pocket. He takes the 9mm with him as he makes his way to the cellar. As he makes his way towards the cellar exit to the outside, the doors fly open in front of him. He hides behind a stock shelf where the cases of various old beers are being stored. Just as three thugs make their way down the stairs into the cellar, the sound of sirens are heard getting close.
Thug #1: Fuck! Cops!
Thug #2: There’s no time to get rid of witnesses! We gotta go.
The three thugs run back up the stairs. The biker waits for a bit and hears the squeal of tires on pavement as the thugs are taking off. You can hear the gunfire in the distance. The biker waits a few more moments before darting up the stairs and into the dark fields away from the bar…
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PRESENT DAY
SUPER 8 HOTEL- Brighton, CO
March 20, 2015
3:00a.m. MST
The scene opens up where the view is tilted slightly. The camera man evidently left the camera running. Grime wakes up. He sits up in the bed. His boots, jeans, and shirt are still on. Sweat covers his face, the pillow, and evidence of sweat can be seen on his white t-shirt under his armpits and just below the neck opening going down about an inch and a half. He closes his eyes. He swings his legs off the side of the bed and looks down with his hands on his hand, his elbows braced on his legs just above the knees.
Grime: Pops…
Grime sighs and just sits there a few minutes trying to relax. His phone rings making him jump a bit. He looks at the caller ID. He sighs as he answers.
Grime: What is it?
He listens to the man on the other line and then stands up.
Grime: And you are?
Grime listens.
Grime: Alright so why do they have you calling me with this message?
Again listens.
Grime: Alright.
You can make out the next words from the man on the other end.
Man on Phone: You got another match for Slam…
Grime: You shittin’ me?
He listens again, waiting for the other man on the line to finish.
Grime: Count me in. Anyone else know about it?
Man on Phone: You. Me. I’m pretty sure that there has been speculation when the staff and I talked it over. Rumors are already on the internet, Mr. Grime.
Grime: Alright. I already have Biowalker, but that means nothing. If Occulo doesn’t want to show up, or if he decides to walk out, I got Marc’s back Sunday night. And yes...Occulo won't show and you already know it.
Man on Phone: Thanks. Appreciate it.
Grime hangs up the phone. He tosses it on the bed next to him.
Grime: I need a shower. Where’s Brittany when you need her?
Grime gets up and heads to the bathroom, but sees that the red light on the camera is on. He looks over, but the camera man is not in the room. Grime walks over to the camera and grabs it.
Grime: That shit for brains forgot to turn this off and leaves in here with me?
Grime lifts it up to his face.
Grime: Hello! Anybody in there???
Grime shakes the camera. He looks around to find the charger. He’s sees the chord. He grabs it and plugs it in. He turns off the camera after looking a few seconds for the power switch.
Grime: Need to charge this battery for my plans. Dumb shit shoulda known better…
Grime sets the camera down on the chair and heads to the bathroom. You can still hear the shower water being turned on by the squeaking of the knob.
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THE SHOW
Hotel Room at Super 8-Brighton, CO
March 20, 2015
9:00a.m. MST
The scene opens up to Grime sitting in a chair next to the table. He has a lap top opened up. The camera is set up on a stand. Grime not being well trained in the field hasn’t set the stand up correctly. The camera tilted just slightly. You can see up to Grime’s eyes which are at the top of the screen. You hear a knock at the door.
Voice: Hey, Grime. I think I left the camera in your room.
Grime: Too late. I’ve busted it. You shouldn’t have left it here.
Camera Man: Oh come on! Grime why’d you break it? That’s WCF property. I’m going to get my wages garnished for that. I gotta pay a car bill, man. Damn. They’re gonna fire my ass.
Grime: Oh, you weren’t made for being a camera guy anyway. You don’t know when the time is right. You need to find a new job anyways.
Camera Man: Let me in, Grime. Let me see if I can fix it.
At that point the camera stand falls. The camera luckily hits the bed first before tumbling softer to the floor. You can see Grime’s feet moments later as he gets the camera. He lifts it up. He holds the camera as it views the window. The camera man is looking in. He has a look of relief to find that the camera doesn’t appear to be broken as Grime told him.
Grime: Son of a bitch. Stupid thing
Grime sets the camera stand up and puts the camera back on. He goes to the door and unlocks it. He opens it and camera man rushes in for the camera.
Camera Man: Thank god, it’s not busted. You suck, Grime! Fuck.
Grime: Well, I guess you can be relieved that you can pay that car bill. But, I thought I’d do something special this time. How about you give me a hand? Set this shit up. I don’t want you holding the camera, but I need to be sure it won’t fall over again.
Camera Man: Yeah okay.
The camera guy fixes the stand. He locks the legs into place. Set the camera into the slot on top and secures it.
Camera Man: What’re ya gonna do?
Grime: Just watch…we rolling?
The guy gives him a thumbs up.
Grime: Hello, ladies and gents. Today is a special show. One time special, just for all of you in the WCF and for all those who will see this in the future! You’re going to be able to find this on YouTube as well. My name is Grime and I am the WCF Television Champion. Today is a very special day for you. And you are watching Grime’s TGIF Special.
Grime clears his throat.
Grime: Early this morning I was waking up…got a phone call. I have been asked to do a favor. With the issues that took place regarding Occulo…Occy…ya know the guy that doesn’t like to fight and holds the WCF United States Championship…
Grime smirks.
Grime: As I was saying…due to the fact that he pulled himself out of his scheduled match at XIII, I’m thinking precautions have been put into place. This week at Slam I saw that his partner was going to be Marc Mayhem. One half of the Hotdog Kings. Be that as it may, his partner is none other than the unreliable Occulo. No need to address that situation much further. They are shown to be facing Kaz and Jayson Price. My guess is that Price was a bit upset that Occulo pulled out. And I’m thinking Kaz…
Grime taps a finger on his chin.
Grime: Well…maybe he has his eyes set on the United States title. And as I answer my phone, I’m asked if I would be so kind as to step in if Occulo decides to not show up or decides to leave Mayhem to fend for himself.
Grime shrugs.
Grime: I guess that’s fine with me. I always like a good fight. It’s also a good thing when the WCF administration or creative committee decides that you would be a good fit and they ask you for a favor. I’m no mercenary for hire. But…with looking at the two jokers I gotta face first that night, and then the whole issue with this Occulo running around with his mangina squeezed shut when it comes to the members of Pantheon, someone has to have the balls to step up.
Grime makes a mockery of suddenly getting an idea.
Grime: Now here’s the best part. I’m sure that by tonight the rumors are going to fly around. ‘Occulo possibly will not even show’, ‘Occulo may leave Marc Mayhem hanging’, or ‘Occulo can’t be there due to other so called prior engagements, but someone is supposed to replace him’. Then, the question arises: ‘Who replaces him? ‘. Who would dare step in the ring against Kaz and Price? Who has the balls? A certain person without a trace of mangina? Who can get the job done? The names fly around. You hear the rumors that someone may make their return. But…then…hohoh…
Grime puts his hand over his mouth hiding the smirk, then takes his hand away as the smirk still lingers.
Grime: …the rumors are no longer rumors as the name of Grime is mentioned. The WCF Television Champion…a fighting champion…has no problem stepping up. And the nerves of those that have to stand against him…Kaz Macy and Jayson Price…aren’t the least bit shattered. There is no shaking in their boots. There is no plan or strategy to accommodate to face Grime. No reason to change anything up or make a plan. Is there guys??? I mean…you’re not scared are ya? Certainly shouldn’t be rattled. You two are obviously well established veterans of the Wrestling Championship Federation. Are you shaking in your banana hammocks?
Grime pauses for a bit.
Grime: Of course not. Why would you be? After all I am just a newer addition to the list of champions on the WCF roster. I’m still a little wet behind the ears so to speak. So what’s the point? I serious hope that you don’t need another game plan in dealing with me replacing Occulo if that is going to be necessary. But the chances are it will be. Even if Occulo was going to be in action, the replacement would still have been necessary. But…NOW…the world can start seeing the future of Sunday night changing as the chances of Kaz Mazy and Jayson Price getting a victory at Slam becomes a huge question mark. Now…Marc Mayhem no longer has to wonder if he has to face you alone. He’s got back up…and not just any back up. He has the one guy that has put the boots to Joey Flash and walked away a champion.
Grime puts his hands on the lap top.
Grime: So I ask you all to bear with me as I have a wonderful segment to show you on this special show. This isn’t mine, but I decided I needed to borrow it. So please give a special thanks to my camera man. What’s your name, man?
Grime waits for a response.
Camera Man: It’s—
Grime: Smeagol?? Well I knew you looked familiar. I am so glad that you have graced us here today with your presence. Did you bring your precious with you today?
The camera guy doesn’t respond.
Grime: That’s not good. You should probably try to find it. Does master have the precious???
No response.
Grime: Come on, Smeagol. Why don’t you come over here and introduce yourself? Come on…get over here.
The camera guy walks over in front of the camera. You see a guy that looks amazing close to the man that was Smeagol before he turned into Gollum. His hair is short and he is going bald. He’s skinny.
Grime: Come on man…say it like Gollum. Say, ‘My Precioussss’.
Grime doing his best impression. Grime waits but the camera guy looks offended and nervous in front of the camera. He never does the impression.
Grime: Awww. You’re no fun…
Grime motions for the guy to go back to where he’d been standing.
Grime: Now, where was I? Oh, right. I’d like to show you all what is going to happen this coming Sunday on Slam. This video will demonstrate what you will see when Kaz Macy and Jayson Price walk down that walkway to the ring to face Marc Mayhem and his new partner for the night…yours truly.
Grime grabs the mouse and looks at the laptop screen as he clicks on a video. He immediately opens the video to show full screen. As the video plays you can hear the goofy voice of Grime mimicking what is being said in the video. The camera guy fixes the camera so that it zooms in close enough so you can see the video clearly.
Grime clears his throat. He coughs a bit with his right hand in a fist to his mouth.
Grime: Excuse me…didn’t know I could talk like that.
Grime laughs a little bit, then continues on with his show.
Grime: So, boys…the reason that there’s no need for a strategy this weekend is because there just isn’t one. It’s that simple. I go into this match…after I’ve kicked the crap out of two idiots I move on to face two more with Marc Mayhem as a partner. I put my undefeated streak on the line. This match isn’t about titles. This isn’t about strategies. This is plain and straight to the point of an ass kicking. Yours…
Grime leans back in the seat and lifts his right leg up and puts his ankle over his left knee with his hands folded in his lap. He twiddles his thumbs.
Grime: You saw the video, but Kaz and Jayson won’t just be falling over as they try to act like it’s just some match against some two guys. What I see when I look at the two of you is everything the world just saw…minus the dress and high heels. Two guys that THINK they are hotter than shit…but you already know what I am going to say. I also know what you’re response is about thinking versus knowing. You’re past has proved that you are something around here in the WCF. Though this doesn’t need to be said I’m going to be sure it’s clear and say it anyway. It doesn’t matter what anyone says…it matters if what’s said is backed up by the one saying it. And I intend to make it clear to you and rest of the WCF and those who give a damn…that I can walk the walk. I’m not just some new name in the WCF. I’m not just the Television Champion. I’m always and forever will be Grime. The one that gets the job done.
Grime drops his right foot back to the floor. He sits up. The camera guy grabs the camera and steps back. Grime stands looking at the camera.
Grime: Say what you will about me…bricks and bones. But, when it comes time and when we’re all in that ring. When you two stand side by side. When Marc Mayhem and I stand together and the referee calls for that bell to ring…you better be ready for a fight.
Grime walks forward a couple steps and stops.
Grime: Just so you guys know…I have nothing against either of you. I don’t know you and I don’t really give a rat’s ass. I have seen your matches and it’s pretty good stuff. It just won’t be enough to come out on top at Slam. I don’t underestimate you. I am not doing this in spite of you. I am doing this for the simple matter that you two need a real fight. And Marc Mayhem and I are going to give you just that. That’s it!
He takes another step forward. The camera guy zooms out a bit.
Grime: You better both recognize that I’m not the type that goes around…looking for people…kickin’ ass and takin’ names. No. That’s not me. I don’t care about the names. I don’t burden myself and think about the small shit. Dwelling on the issues of where I feel like I was wronged is for toddlers. If someone needs to be taught a lesson…that’s all it is. I teach them a lesson. Period. Do you two need a lesson? I don’t suggest that you have the intensions of being taught the valuable lesson that Joey learned at XIII.
Grime sits down on the bed. He looks at the camera with his hands clasped together his forearms resting on his knees as he leans forward.
Grime: In a few hours I’ll ride out…nowhere in particular. When the call comes in on a location, I’ll make my way to the arena. Show up. Do the same damn thing I always do…which is whatever the hell I feel like doing before the match. I’ll defend my title right off the bat, and then…then I’ll walk out to the parking lot. Sit back and watch the show until it’s time for our match. I’ll wait for the signal and as I figure out what the case is…whatever that might be concerning Occulo…I’ll show up or I won’t. If Marc needs me…I’ll be there to give him a hand. If not...consider yourselves lucky. Everyone runs out of luck sooner or later. Just a part of life…and as soon as the call came in…guys your luck ran out. Now, don’t go fallin’ down too hard. Because I really want to make sure that you get the ass kicking that you so desperately desire. Marc and I will sure dish it out on a silver platter.
Grime smirks.
Grime: All I know beyond all this is I don’t care if it’s me or Marc that scores the victory. The victory is for certain. But, if it’s me…take a look at Doc Henry this last week. He tapped. I suggest you do the same. Don’t want to be Flash. See you soon…ladies.
Grime looks down at the floor as the scene slowly goes black.