Post by Donald Deruty on Jan 6, 2010 19:52:25 GMT -5
The scene opens with a scene of the 1-4-10 WCF show. Everyone in the locker room is celebrating on the big night in the history of the WCF. They break out the champagne, and begin making toasts. They make a toast to the worlds best ever Slam event in WCF history. You see all of the major stars there in the WCF, Torture, Logan, Slickie T, Mikami, Reb and many more. They are all getting along like nothing happened this week. You even see the two bitter rivals Seth and Madd Dogg celebrating together. You see Anastasia and the newcomer Façade getting to know each other. This is the love of the business, honest people earning pay checks doing what they know best, beating the shit out of each other. Jay Price is also celebrating. Every single roster contender and team contenders are showing the love even if they make each other bleed or make them unconscious, they still show their true colors after the match.
Two hours later in the celebration people start to branch off and head home. Some leaving together and some are leaving alone. The camera follows D-Day for a interview after defeating the WCF Hall Of Famer Madd Dogg to get his opinion on the match. He follows him to his home when D-Day then stops right in front of his door and turns to the camera man getting ready to film. D-Day then speaks in a soft voice.
D-Day: Steven, not tonight I will have a show tomorrow night I promise. Now please be on your way so I can get some sleep, and stay asleep.
Steven: Ok D-Day, but I better get paid tomorrow or I’m coming to beat the cash out of you instead.
D-Day: No you’re not Steven, just…go to bed ill have a show ready tomorrow. Just please let me rest in peace.
Steven: Ok, fine I will just leave! If I had a place to go.
D-Day: Steven what did you do now?
Steven: I got convicted man, I swear that land lord doesn’t like me man. I mean I pay him for everything but he just wont cut me some slack, I always…
D-Day interrupts Steven’s gibberish.
D-Day: Steven, you can stay here until you get enough money to pay your land lord back. Just come in and your sleeping down stairs on the couch. You know where everything is, you better get to bed you have a big show to do tomorrow.
The two get everything ready for bed and begins to drift fast asleep. In no time it seems like they are passed out in seconds. D-Day sleeping in his custom made bed with wonderful wooden carvings on the head of the bed. His heated cover with a design of elegant proportions. His pillows made out of the purest sheep cotton, filled with bird feathers of all sorts. Steven is sleeping on a normal; leather couch with a hand sowed cover overtop of his warm and cozy body. His pillow which is aligned just right under his head. They both sleep like they are in a trance, until the sound of D-Days surround sound speakers blast with an annoying buzzing noise. They both wake up at the same time looking eagerly at the alarm clock attached to the surround sound. They both reach for it and hit it very forcibly. D-Day gets out of his bed and almost trips walking down the stairs to the master chef kitchen. Steven still lays still on the couch trying to act like the alarm didn’t even make him budge. D-Day pulls out a skillet a lays in on the heating up stove. He looks straight in front of him just dosing at the cabinets. His eyes are so heavy he can barley keep them open. He reaches for two eggs and cracks them open in to the skillet. When they get just right he sprinkles cheese and other ingredients over top and lets them melt. He then flips the egg in half forming a omelet.
He eats the cheese omelet and goes back up stairs to his room to get dressed for the day. He comes down stairs all spiffed up and ready to go. He looks at the couch to find no one sleeping on the couch. He then rushes to the door and opens it to find Stephen dressed with his equipment ready to film.
Steven: Well, you ready to start D-Day, I’ve got everything ready.
D-Day: Let’s go out before we work shall we.
Steven: Where are we going to go exactly?
D-Day: O, just some where special where we can talk about the show. You can trust me that you will have a good time I guarantee it.
D-Day and Steven start to open the car door of D-Day’s Ford Mustang, and rim up the engine and begin to back out of his drive way onto the road, and begin to drive down the street to the highway. They drive down the highway for awhile until they make a left turn to a new highway. They stop at a red light and see a car next to them filled with attractive women. They turn the car into neutral and starts riming the engine to show off and attract the women. The women stay silent and remain silent until the red light becomes green. They them fly out of the lane and up the road to the next light. They then ignore the girls and carry on with their business. They begin talking to each other.
Steven: So where are we going again D-Day?
D-Day: I told you that it is a surprise. You will just have to wait and see. You will learn where we are going soon enough.
Steven: We still are going to do the show right, because you know how much I need the money for my apartment.
D-Day: Stop worrying about the show, and just relax until we get there. God you can be so stubborn sometimes. You need to do something to keep you occupied. Fall asleep or something because you are getting on my last nerve, and you know what I did to you last time you got on my last nerve.
Steven immediately spoke.
Steven: Ok, Ok, ill be quite for the rest of the ride, I just have one question. Can we turn on the radio?
D-Day: Yeah sure, it won’t mind me!
D-Day then pulls out his phone and dials a number. You can hear the sound of the ringing of the other phone you hear a man pick up the other phone after three rings. Now you can only hear the sound of D-Day’s voice.
D-Day: Hello, Hey man how’s it going. That’s good well I want to ask you a simple question. I want you to meet me and Steven at the place I showed you yesterday. Remember, the place that has lots and lots of beer. Yeah, now you know where I’m talking about. Well will you meet us there for a couple of drinks? I would appreciate it! O ok thanks man ill meet you there. Ill be there in about ten minutes so you better get going. Ok, see yeah there.
D-Day then hangs up the phone and puts it in his right hand coat pocket and continues to drive. Steven then turns to D-Day to see what is going on.
Steven: Dude! Who was that?
D-Day: Who was who?
Steven: The guy you just talked to?
D-Day: O, I get you now. That was Marcus he’s got nothing going on and meeting us at the bar for a couple of beers. Is that ok with you, Steven?
Steven: Yeah, I guess so I mean this just came out of no where though. I am so confused right now. I have no idea where we are going and why we are meeting up with Marcus at a bar. I thought that Marcus only drinks that fancy alcoholic drinks? Why would he drink just a straight up beer? That doesn’t sound like the Marcus I know?
D-Day: There you go again starting to ask all of these questions cant you just wait and see? I mean really we are trying to celebrate a special occasion, um I mean occasions and you are asking questions. What has got into you lately?
Steven: I don’t know I am just stressed out about the whole losing the apartment thing. It is just driving me crazy! I just don’t know what other things to do then just work and hopefully get a nice big paycheck or a raise. That is all I believe in anymore, just to work, work, and work.
D-Day just remains quite the rest of the trip and focuses on only the road. Then Steven turns to the road also and remains quite. They finally get to the bar. They pull in the parking lot and sees Marcus’s white sports car already sitting there. They slam their doors shut and walks into the bar, and scouts the place for Marcus. They see him sitting on a bar stool with two to his right and two to his left.
D-Day walks up to the stool next to Marcus and speaks with him while Steven is still walking to the stool.
D-Day: The boy has lost his mind. He lost his apartment we got to get him wasted. That is the only hope we have of snapping him back to his normal self.
Marcus: Mission Accepted!
Steven then finally reaches the stool and sits on it all down and depressed. Marcus immediately says three beers please the expensive stuff.
The bartender then freezes and speaks to Marcus.
Bartender: The expensive select beers?
Marcus: Yes sir, that’s what I said wasn’t it not. Now three beers on the double.
Bartender: Yes sir!
The bartender then slides three beers in front of them. Marcus then pulls out a hundred dollar bill and then says.
Marcus: How many will this get us?
Bartender: That will get you 10 beers 3 each.
Marcus then pulls out another hundred and says this is for the performance. Keep that to your self and keep them a coming.
Bartender: Yes sir!
Marcus and D-Day turn to each other and begin to talk about each others fed. They talk about what match is next and how they started off the new year.
Marcus: Well, I heard about your match I heard that you kick that guys ass pretty hard. I was very impressed D-Day. Let’s just say I didn’t have it in you.
D-Day: I know what you mean Marcus I didn’t know I had it in me either. I didn’t know until I just went out of control. I was surprised myself. Well I have to forget about Madd Dogg for now and start thing about my battle Royal this week. This could be an amazing opportunity for my career. If I win I would be going up against the United States Champion Ace Slaughter. I guarantee he will be dying to win a match after the lose from Torture. If I do win the Royal I better bring my A game for the title match at TEN!
Marcus: Yeah, I will be going for the United States championship too next PPV! I am trying to regain it from Hardly. He got lucky last title match. I will defiantly be looking for his suicide bomb next time I face off with him.
D-Day: Yeah, ant that the truth I seen his suicidal bomb and if he misses it then he will be out for the three count for sure. It is just a very risky move to make.
D-Day and Marcus finish their first beer while Steven is still on his first. They continue to talk hoping the beer will kick in soon. They both now that when It comes to alcohol one is all it takes for the TRUE Steven.
D-Day and Marcus watch as Steven chugs his second, then third. Steven then asked D-Day if he could have his third beer. D-Day answered in an absolutely. He also went on to say that they needed a designated driver to get them home safe and sound.
Steven then began to drink his fourth beer of the night. After that he decided that he wanted to play some pool with the local towns men. D-Day and Marcus just let him go and shake it off. D-Day and Marcus began to talk once again about their careers.
D-Day: So… should we try to stop Steven?
Marcus: No he will get tired and hopefully pass out then you can carry him to your car. That probably would be the best idea.
D-Day: Yeah, your right that will be the right thing to do that a way we done have to make him pass out. We can let him on his own time.
D-Day: So how much you making now Marcus.
Marcus: The normal 1,000 a match. What are you getting paid D-Day I haven’t hear much about how much they pay up there in the WCF.
D-Day: Marcus, Marcus, Marcus I don’t need to be paid the big bucks. The sound of the crowd going crazy chanting your name. The celebrating after a successful night has come to an end. Having a toast with all of your fellow wrestlers is all the money I need.
Marcus: D-Day, are you serious, your not in front of the camera you don’t have to act like you are the goody two shoes that you wrestler is. Just, seriously, tell me what you make.
D-Day: Marcus! I think our friend has gone over board.
The camera turns over to Steven leaning on the poll table with a pool stick in his hand, and drooling at the mouth. D-Day then chugs his last and final beer and walks over to pick up Steven and carries him out of the bar to the passer seat of the car, and begins to drive all the way back to his home.
Two hours later in the celebration people start to branch off and head home. Some leaving together and some are leaving alone. The camera follows D-Day for a interview after defeating the WCF Hall Of Famer Madd Dogg to get his opinion on the match. He follows him to his home when D-Day then stops right in front of his door and turns to the camera man getting ready to film. D-Day then speaks in a soft voice.
D-Day: Steven, not tonight I will have a show tomorrow night I promise. Now please be on your way so I can get some sleep, and stay asleep.
Steven: Ok D-Day, but I better get paid tomorrow or I’m coming to beat the cash out of you instead.
D-Day: No you’re not Steven, just…go to bed ill have a show ready tomorrow. Just please let me rest in peace.
Steven: Ok, fine I will just leave! If I had a place to go.
D-Day: Steven what did you do now?
Steven: I got convicted man, I swear that land lord doesn’t like me man. I mean I pay him for everything but he just wont cut me some slack, I always…
D-Day interrupts Steven’s gibberish.
D-Day: Steven, you can stay here until you get enough money to pay your land lord back. Just come in and your sleeping down stairs on the couch. You know where everything is, you better get to bed you have a big show to do tomorrow.
The two get everything ready for bed and begins to drift fast asleep. In no time it seems like they are passed out in seconds. D-Day sleeping in his custom made bed with wonderful wooden carvings on the head of the bed. His heated cover with a design of elegant proportions. His pillows made out of the purest sheep cotton, filled with bird feathers of all sorts. Steven is sleeping on a normal; leather couch with a hand sowed cover overtop of his warm and cozy body. His pillow which is aligned just right under his head. They both sleep like they are in a trance, until the sound of D-Days surround sound speakers blast with an annoying buzzing noise. They both wake up at the same time looking eagerly at the alarm clock attached to the surround sound. They both reach for it and hit it very forcibly. D-Day gets out of his bed and almost trips walking down the stairs to the master chef kitchen. Steven still lays still on the couch trying to act like the alarm didn’t even make him budge. D-Day pulls out a skillet a lays in on the heating up stove. He looks straight in front of him just dosing at the cabinets. His eyes are so heavy he can barley keep them open. He reaches for two eggs and cracks them open in to the skillet. When they get just right he sprinkles cheese and other ingredients over top and lets them melt. He then flips the egg in half forming a omelet.
He eats the cheese omelet and goes back up stairs to his room to get dressed for the day. He comes down stairs all spiffed up and ready to go. He looks at the couch to find no one sleeping on the couch. He then rushes to the door and opens it to find Stephen dressed with his equipment ready to film.
Steven: Well, you ready to start D-Day, I’ve got everything ready.
D-Day: Let’s go out before we work shall we.
Steven: Where are we going to go exactly?
D-Day: O, just some where special where we can talk about the show. You can trust me that you will have a good time I guarantee it.
D-Day and Steven start to open the car door of D-Day’s Ford Mustang, and rim up the engine and begin to back out of his drive way onto the road, and begin to drive down the street to the highway. They drive down the highway for awhile until they make a left turn to a new highway. They stop at a red light and see a car next to them filled with attractive women. They turn the car into neutral and starts riming the engine to show off and attract the women. The women stay silent and remain silent until the red light becomes green. They them fly out of the lane and up the road to the next light. They then ignore the girls and carry on with their business. They begin talking to each other.
Steven: So where are we going again D-Day?
D-Day: I told you that it is a surprise. You will just have to wait and see. You will learn where we are going soon enough.
Steven: We still are going to do the show right, because you know how much I need the money for my apartment.
D-Day: Stop worrying about the show, and just relax until we get there. God you can be so stubborn sometimes. You need to do something to keep you occupied. Fall asleep or something because you are getting on my last nerve, and you know what I did to you last time you got on my last nerve.
Steven immediately spoke.
Steven: Ok, Ok, ill be quite for the rest of the ride, I just have one question. Can we turn on the radio?
D-Day: Yeah sure, it won’t mind me!
D-Day then pulls out his phone and dials a number. You can hear the sound of the ringing of the other phone you hear a man pick up the other phone after three rings. Now you can only hear the sound of D-Day’s voice.
D-Day: Hello, Hey man how’s it going. That’s good well I want to ask you a simple question. I want you to meet me and Steven at the place I showed you yesterday. Remember, the place that has lots and lots of beer. Yeah, now you know where I’m talking about. Well will you meet us there for a couple of drinks? I would appreciate it! O ok thanks man ill meet you there. Ill be there in about ten minutes so you better get going. Ok, see yeah there.
D-Day then hangs up the phone and puts it in his right hand coat pocket and continues to drive. Steven then turns to D-Day to see what is going on.
Steven: Dude! Who was that?
D-Day: Who was who?
Steven: The guy you just talked to?
D-Day: O, I get you now. That was Marcus he’s got nothing going on and meeting us at the bar for a couple of beers. Is that ok with you, Steven?
Steven: Yeah, I guess so I mean this just came out of no where though. I am so confused right now. I have no idea where we are going and why we are meeting up with Marcus at a bar. I thought that Marcus only drinks that fancy alcoholic drinks? Why would he drink just a straight up beer? That doesn’t sound like the Marcus I know?
D-Day: There you go again starting to ask all of these questions cant you just wait and see? I mean really we are trying to celebrate a special occasion, um I mean occasions and you are asking questions. What has got into you lately?
Steven: I don’t know I am just stressed out about the whole losing the apartment thing. It is just driving me crazy! I just don’t know what other things to do then just work and hopefully get a nice big paycheck or a raise. That is all I believe in anymore, just to work, work, and work.
D-Day just remains quite the rest of the trip and focuses on only the road. Then Steven turns to the road also and remains quite. They finally get to the bar. They pull in the parking lot and sees Marcus’s white sports car already sitting there. They slam their doors shut and walks into the bar, and scouts the place for Marcus. They see him sitting on a bar stool with two to his right and two to his left.
D-Day walks up to the stool next to Marcus and speaks with him while Steven is still walking to the stool.
D-Day: The boy has lost his mind. He lost his apartment we got to get him wasted. That is the only hope we have of snapping him back to his normal self.
Marcus: Mission Accepted!
Steven then finally reaches the stool and sits on it all down and depressed. Marcus immediately says three beers please the expensive stuff.
The bartender then freezes and speaks to Marcus.
Bartender: The expensive select beers?
Marcus: Yes sir, that’s what I said wasn’t it not. Now three beers on the double.
Bartender: Yes sir!
The bartender then slides three beers in front of them. Marcus then pulls out a hundred dollar bill and then says.
Marcus: How many will this get us?
Bartender: That will get you 10 beers 3 each.
Marcus then pulls out another hundred and says this is for the performance. Keep that to your self and keep them a coming.
Bartender: Yes sir!
Marcus and D-Day turn to each other and begin to talk about each others fed. They talk about what match is next and how they started off the new year.
Marcus: Well, I heard about your match I heard that you kick that guys ass pretty hard. I was very impressed D-Day. Let’s just say I didn’t have it in you.
D-Day: I know what you mean Marcus I didn’t know I had it in me either. I didn’t know until I just went out of control. I was surprised myself. Well I have to forget about Madd Dogg for now and start thing about my battle Royal this week. This could be an amazing opportunity for my career. If I win I would be going up against the United States Champion Ace Slaughter. I guarantee he will be dying to win a match after the lose from Torture. If I do win the Royal I better bring my A game for the title match at TEN!
Marcus: Yeah, I will be going for the United States championship too next PPV! I am trying to regain it from Hardly. He got lucky last title match. I will defiantly be looking for his suicide bomb next time I face off with him.
D-Day: Yeah, ant that the truth I seen his suicidal bomb and if he misses it then he will be out for the three count for sure. It is just a very risky move to make.
D-Day and Marcus finish their first beer while Steven is still on his first. They continue to talk hoping the beer will kick in soon. They both now that when It comes to alcohol one is all it takes for the TRUE Steven.
D-Day and Marcus watch as Steven chugs his second, then third. Steven then asked D-Day if he could have his third beer. D-Day answered in an absolutely. He also went on to say that they needed a designated driver to get them home safe and sound.
Steven then began to drink his fourth beer of the night. After that he decided that he wanted to play some pool with the local towns men. D-Day and Marcus just let him go and shake it off. D-Day and Marcus began to talk once again about their careers.
D-Day: So… should we try to stop Steven?
Marcus: No he will get tired and hopefully pass out then you can carry him to your car. That probably would be the best idea.
D-Day: Yeah, your right that will be the right thing to do that a way we done have to make him pass out. We can let him on his own time.
D-Day: So how much you making now Marcus.
Marcus: The normal 1,000 a match. What are you getting paid D-Day I haven’t hear much about how much they pay up there in the WCF.
D-Day: Marcus, Marcus, Marcus I don’t need to be paid the big bucks. The sound of the crowd going crazy chanting your name. The celebrating after a successful night has come to an end. Having a toast with all of your fellow wrestlers is all the money I need.
Marcus: D-Day, are you serious, your not in front of the camera you don’t have to act like you are the goody two shoes that you wrestler is. Just, seriously, tell me what you make.
D-Day: Marcus! I think our friend has gone over board.
The camera turns over to Steven leaning on the poll table with a pool stick in his hand, and drooling at the mouth. D-Day then chugs his last and final beer and walks over to pick up Steven and carries him out of the bar to the passer seat of the car, and begins to drive all the way back to his home.