Post by Natural ICE Beckman on Feb 15, 2014 2:04:53 GMT -5
(Through spaces in between pine trees a fire can be seen glowing in the night. A hot orange flickering light can be seen across the freshly fallen snow. As the camera staggers forward, past the pines, a group of dark shadows quickly become men who can be seen gathered around a camp fire. Four in fact, a few reaching their hands closer for the heat of the fire, others throwing back their heads in order to finish off a few fresh cans of Wisconsin brew. After a loud burp the fattest of the men speaks with a drunken slur.)
PJ: Natural ICE Beckman, as in you? As in you, ICE? Back to wresting? Like in a ring with ropes?
ICE: In a ring, with those colored ropes you like.
PJ: You mean all four, I mean two, I mean um, what’s that number of ropes?
DEE: Three. Like Dee.
John: Or as others call it, basic counting.
ICE: Alright John, my brother, calm down. Yep PJ, back in the pro wrestling ring. But I just have to find a federation that will accept me?
DEE: You mean now that your restraining orders have expired.
ICE: Now that I have refocused.
John: Or as the locals in your town of Foam Lake call it….being Sober.
ICE: Or at least Soberish enough to swing straight again.
PJ: One time I didn’t swing straight, but it’s cool cuz I was in the Navy.
DEE: I hate this story.
ICE: Then why does that strange happy grin always appear on your face when he tells it?
John: And like most nights when PJ begins story telling that is my cue. Good night all…
(John Beckman, aka the former wrestling champion, once known as the Career Ender, Mr. Money Bags, a silver spooned rich kid from Hyannis Port, Massachusetts stood up from the fire. He looked at his little brother, ICE, who had the same storing build as himself. John and ICE were separated at birth and had only found one another through the world of wrestling as adults. Since meeting John has retired from the ring and moved to Northern Wisconsin to help mentor his brother ICE in the wrestling ring. John helped ICE win world titles and become an even bigger star then him. However due to many reasons ICE has not fought (legally) over the last few years. But John has stayed with his brother, and his two country friends, for he feels it’s his duty to make sure ICE doesn’t become the shameful person their parents assumed he would turn out to be. (Also John has nothing else to do.) John reached down for his chrome flask and then brushed the cold night air away from the beard on his face. He looked over at the fat gross man known to his brother as a friend,, known to most as simply PJ. Then he looked over his little brother’s other friend, a skinny nerd named, Dee. Then he finally looked back to ICE with a final look.)
ICE: What the fuck John?
John: What?
ICE: Why the fuck are you looking at us like that?!
John: Just trying to help the narrator educated the audience about the scene and our backgrounds. Lord knows wrestling fans need as much help as they can to follow a simple plot.
PJ: I’ll have you know Johnny, I understand a wrestling plop. It’s the sound they make when they hit the mat!
John: Thanks for making my point PJ.
PJ: Thanks to you for letting me sleep in your bed.
John: You slept in MY BED-, no, no, my doctor says my blood pressure can’t take anymore PJ related episodes. I am just going to head back to the cabin and wash my sheets….twice.
(John stormed off through the snowy woods towards a close by log cabin. That fat one named PJ watches him depart before remarking.)
PJ: I hope he doesn’t wash my sandwich.
DEE: Why would he do that?
PJ: I left it in his bed.
ICE: Well then you better chase after him and tackle him before he ruins your sandwich PJ.
(With a burst that only could be inspired by a ham sandwich PJ was off and away from the camp fire after John Beckman. The two remaining man watched PJ run through the fluffy snow before their conversation grew again.)
DEE: So you really mean to try out for this a wrestling federation?
ICE: I am ready for fight. Beating up entire biker gangs is getting boring, bar fights are getting stale and lately hunting bears has been a waste of time.
DEE: It’s winter, the bears are hibernating.
ICE: Exactly, bunch of wussies. And that’s why I want to wrestle again, so I can kick some professional ass. And I want to go back to the good old days when I was the talk of our town, Foam Lake.
DEE: The talk of our town now is a five pound bass named Scooter, and he has been the talk of the town for the last five years. Also, there are less than 40 people in our town.
ICE: Well I fucking hate that fish and I want my local hero glory back.
DEE: Well then what you mean to do about it?
ICE; Well, I’m gonna wake up tomorrow, drink a case of beer, do a few shots, have sex with some lake whores, make fun of PJ, play some pranks on my brother John and make a camp fire in the woods to end the night.
DEE: That is exactly what you did today.
ICE: Oh….then instead of the lake whores I’ll find a wrestling league that will have me.
DEE: You sure you can give up those lake ladies for a day?
ICE: Honestly the last one left me so itchy down there I probably need a day off. Which reminds me, that pharmacy two towns over is 24 hours right?
DEE: I think so, how come?
ICE: Never mind. (ICE cracks open a beer.) Besides I heard about a World Championship Wrestling that might be willing to give the old ICE man a chance.
DEE: I never heard any ever call you ICE man.
ICE: Well then I am the first, but I will not be the last….(ICE takes a drink of foamy beer)….Well so be it, Natural ICE Beckman is heading back to the ring! (ICE finishes the beer to celebrate his statement.)….now the only two questions left are: who in WCF is ready for a fight? And….
DEE: And what ?
ICE: How bad John is going to hurt PJ?
(Dee and ICE Beckman looked over the camp fire and watched in the distance as PJ jumped beer belly first at the back of John while yelling about his love of ham. It took little time for John, the former wrestler, to brush off PJ, grab him again and power bomb him into a nearby snow bank. Natural ICE Beckman could be heard laughing at that site over the ice covered Foam Lake from shore to shore; all the while the thought of driving the head of another man into a ring mat via the Hangover DDT ran through his chaotic mind. )
The ICE Man Cometh.
PJ: Natural ICE Beckman, as in you? As in you, ICE? Back to wresting? Like in a ring with ropes?
ICE: In a ring, with those colored ropes you like.
PJ: You mean all four, I mean two, I mean um, what’s that number of ropes?
DEE: Three. Like Dee.
John: Or as others call it, basic counting.
ICE: Alright John, my brother, calm down. Yep PJ, back in the pro wrestling ring. But I just have to find a federation that will accept me?
DEE: You mean now that your restraining orders have expired.
ICE: Now that I have refocused.
John: Or as the locals in your town of Foam Lake call it….being Sober.
ICE: Or at least Soberish enough to swing straight again.
PJ: One time I didn’t swing straight, but it’s cool cuz I was in the Navy.
DEE: I hate this story.
ICE: Then why does that strange happy grin always appear on your face when he tells it?
John: And like most nights when PJ begins story telling that is my cue. Good night all…
(John Beckman, aka the former wrestling champion, once known as the Career Ender, Mr. Money Bags, a silver spooned rich kid from Hyannis Port, Massachusetts stood up from the fire. He looked at his little brother, ICE, who had the same storing build as himself. John and ICE were separated at birth and had only found one another through the world of wrestling as adults. Since meeting John has retired from the ring and moved to Northern Wisconsin to help mentor his brother ICE in the wrestling ring. John helped ICE win world titles and become an even bigger star then him. However due to many reasons ICE has not fought (legally) over the last few years. But John has stayed with his brother, and his two country friends, for he feels it’s his duty to make sure ICE doesn’t become the shameful person their parents assumed he would turn out to be. (Also John has nothing else to do.) John reached down for his chrome flask and then brushed the cold night air away from the beard on his face. He looked over at the fat gross man known to his brother as a friend,, known to most as simply PJ. Then he looked over his little brother’s other friend, a skinny nerd named, Dee. Then he finally looked back to ICE with a final look.)
ICE: What the fuck John?
John: What?
ICE: Why the fuck are you looking at us like that?!
John: Just trying to help the narrator educated the audience about the scene and our backgrounds. Lord knows wrestling fans need as much help as they can to follow a simple plot.
PJ: I’ll have you know Johnny, I understand a wrestling plop. It’s the sound they make when they hit the mat!
John: Thanks for making my point PJ.
PJ: Thanks to you for letting me sleep in your bed.
John: You slept in MY BED-, no, no, my doctor says my blood pressure can’t take anymore PJ related episodes. I am just going to head back to the cabin and wash my sheets….twice.
(John stormed off through the snowy woods towards a close by log cabin. That fat one named PJ watches him depart before remarking.)
PJ: I hope he doesn’t wash my sandwich.
DEE: Why would he do that?
PJ: I left it in his bed.
ICE: Well then you better chase after him and tackle him before he ruins your sandwich PJ.
(With a burst that only could be inspired by a ham sandwich PJ was off and away from the camp fire after John Beckman. The two remaining man watched PJ run through the fluffy snow before their conversation grew again.)
DEE: So you really mean to try out for this a wrestling federation?
ICE: I am ready for fight. Beating up entire biker gangs is getting boring, bar fights are getting stale and lately hunting bears has been a waste of time.
DEE: It’s winter, the bears are hibernating.
ICE: Exactly, bunch of wussies. And that’s why I want to wrestle again, so I can kick some professional ass. And I want to go back to the good old days when I was the talk of our town, Foam Lake.
DEE: The talk of our town now is a five pound bass named Scooter, and he has been the talk of the town for the last five years. Also, there are less than 40 people in our town.
ICE: Well I fucking hate that fish and I want my local hero glory back.
DEE: Well then what you mean to do about it?
ICE; Well, I’m gonna wake up tomorrow, drink a case of beer, do a few shots, have sex with some lake whores, make fun of PJ, play some pranks on my brother John and make a camp fire in the woods to end the night.
DEE: That is exactly what you did today.
ICE: Oh….then instead of the lake whores I’ll find a wrestling league that will have me.
DEE: You sure you can give up those lake ladies for a day?
ICE: Honestly the last one left me so itchy down there I probably need a day off. Which reminds me, that pharmacy two towns over is 24 hours right?
DEE: I think so, how come?
ICE: Never mind. (ICE cracks open a beer.) Besides I heard about a World Championship Wrestling that might be willing to give the old ICE man a chance.
DEE: I never heard any ever call you ICE man.
ICE: Well then I am the first, but I will not be the last….(ICE takes a drink of foamy beer)….Well so be it, Natural ICE Beckman is heading back to the ring! (ICE finishes the beer to celebrate his statement.)….now the only two questions left are: who in WCF is ready for a fight? And….
DEE: And what ?
ICE: How bad John is going to hurt PJ?
(Dee and ICE Beckman looked over the camp fire and watched in the distance as PJ jumped beer belly first at the back of John while yelling about his love of ham. It took little time for John, the former wrestler, to brush off PJ, grab him again and power bomb him into a nearby snow bank. Natural ICE Beckman could be heard laughing at that site over the ice covered Foam Lake from shore to shore; all the while the thought of driving the head of another man into a ring mat via the Hangover DDT ran through his chaotic mind. )
The ICE Man Cometh.
