Post by "The Wolf" Conrad Howell on Feb 25, 2007 13:01:07 GMT -5
(Conrad is sitting in a locker room. He is wearing his kilt and a towel over his head.)
Conrad: Biggs, I may be the lowest paid wrestler here, but that is because I don’t do this for the money. But you’re right; maybe I am getting too old for this shit. Maybe I need to just move on, or maybe, I was never any good and I am just kidding myself.
(Conrad takes a drink of water from a bottle at his feet.)
Conrad: You know I am not thinking any of that. What I do think is that you can go right ahead and not train for this fight or do whatever you want, so when I take the title away from you this Sunday, you can have all the excuses you want for why a no talent, underpaid fool just beat you.
(Conrad takes the towel off his head and walks over to a locker. He pulls out a bright orange shit with a Japanese anima style angel in blue wrapping around it.)
Conrad: I have finished my training and now it is time to have a little fun before we face off.
(Just then Conrad’s Bodyguard walks in wearing his normal attire, with a Hawaiian print shirt on over top of it, and a hand full of one dollar bills.)
Conrad: I take it your ready to go?
(The Bodyguard nods)
Conrad: Ok then the Horseshoe waits.
(You see Conrad and his bodyguard arrives outside the Golden Horseshoe, both get out of a car and head into the club. Once inside they are greeted by a guy at the door who asks for their ID’s)
Bouncer: Oh sorry Conrad, I‘ve have not seen you here in awhile. Come on in, don’t worry about the cover.
Conrad: Thanks.
(Conrad walks a little farther into the club and you can see a few stages and girls dancing. One of the girls on the main stage is giving a frantic show on the pole. Conrad is stopped by a few of the girls who give him a hug and lead him to a table near the stage. As Conrad, the two girls, and his bodyguard sit down, drinks are brought out to them.)
Girl 1: Good luck in your match. We will all be watching it here.
Conrad: Thanks, but luck is not need. I am not here to talk about that, I am here to relax.
Girl 2: Ok then how about we give you a private dance.
(Conrad grins and the scene fades to black)
Conrad: Biggs, I may be the lowest paid wrestler here, but that is because I don’t do this for the money. But you’re right; maybe I am getting too old for this shit. Maybe I need to just move on, or maybe, I was never any good and I am just kidding myself.
(Conrad takes a drink of water from a bottle at his feet.)
Conrad: You know I am not thinking any of that. What I do think is that you can go right ahead and not train for this fight or do whatever you want, so when I take the title away from you this Sunday, you can have all the excuses you want for why a no talent, underpaid fool just beat you.
(Conrad takes the towel off his head and walks over to a locker. He pulls out a bright orange shit with a Japanese anima style angel in blue wrapping around it.)
Conrad: I have finished my training and now it is time to have a little fun before we face off.
(Just then Conrad’s Bodyguard walks in wearing his normal attire, with a Hawaiian print shirt on over top of it, and a hand full of one dollar bills.)
Conrad: I take it your ready to go?
(The Bodyguard nods)
Conrad: Ok then the Horseshoe waits.
(You see Conrad and his bodyguard arrives outside the Golden Horseshoe, both get out of a car and head into the club. Once inside they are greeted by a guy at the door who asks for their ID’s)
Bouncer: Oh sorry Conrad, I‘ve have not seen you here in awhile. Come on in, don’t worry about the cover.
Conrad: Thanks.
(Conrad walks a little farther into the club and you can see a few stages and girls dancing. One of the girls on the main stage is giving a frantic show on the pole. Conrad is stopped by a few of the girls who give him a hug and lead him to a table near the stage. As Conrad, the two girls, and his bodyguard sit down, drinks are brought out to them.)
Girl 1: Good luck in your match. We will all be watching it here.
Conrad: Thanks, but luck is not need. I am not here to talk about that, I am here to relax.
Girl 2: Ok then how about we give you a private dance.
(Conrad grins and the scene fades to black)
