Post by Justice Arkady on Dec 6, 2017 22:42:44 GMT -5
The scene opens on a brightly lit gym space. A simple wrestling ring set up dominates the space. A short, powerfully built man with a handle bar mustache wearing a faded blue knit cap and grey stonewashed sweats is standing, leaning on his forearms over the top rope. He is reading from a list and his free hand is pointing to pairs of similarly athletically clad men as he list off pairs of names. He gets through four pairs...
Gym Manager: Murph, you got Owens. Good Irish fisticuffs. See what youse come up with. Jenkins, I want you and Rodriguez to work up a good high energy deal, think you can manage that? Good. Gonzaga, you have Wilkins. This time let the Giant win, eh, Gonzaga? Right, that's the show. The main promotion is sending down some mid carders for the main event.
The manager starts to fold up his list when a voice calls from the back of the grouping of wrestlers.
Voice: That's everybody. Everybody but me...
The manager lets out a sigh and waves the speaker up to the front, at the same time climbing down the steel steps of the ring to the floor. The Speaker turns out to be about the same height asthe manager, bt of a very different build. She is blonde and trim, wearing a sort of uni-tard and ring boots. There is a weight belt around her slender waist.
Manager: Let me guess, I forgot you, didn't I sweetheart?
He is already nodding at the look of unabashed fuy creeping over her face.
Girl: Damned, right you forgot me! Everyone in this gym has a match on Wednesday, but you don't have one for me... What is it, the boys afraid my boobs might bite them?
Manager: Look, you're barking u the wrong tree. Those guys don't care who they fight. But this isa shit house show, you don't want any part of it. You're waiting for the big time, ain'tcha, Amazon?
Justice Arkady: I can't afford to wait. Noone is going to sign me if I have no experience! Give me a match!
She growls and snatches the paper he had been about to put away in his pocket. She looks the list over then points to a line.
Justice: Here! There's only one person in this match it's all the way at the bottom too! I'll take it! It's so far down I can't possibly mess up your show, if that's what you're worried about... I'm facing off against... K-Dogg... Familiar name. Whatever! It'll be great, you'll see!
Manager: But... Justice... He's a pro...
Justice puts a finger to his lips then nods her head, as though telling him with her eyes that this is going to happen, then he whirls around and runs off to prepare. The manager throws up his hands, tossing the open sheet of paper upin the air. The camera follows it down to where it lands on the ground. It reads as follows:
Gym Manager: Murph, you got Owens. Good Irish fisticuffs. See what youse come up with. Jenkins, I want you and Rodriguez to work up a good high energy deal, think you can manage that? Good. Gonzaga, you have Wilkins. This time let the Giant win, eh, Gonzaga? Right, that's the show. The main promotion is sending down some mid carders for the main event.
The manager starts to fold up his list when a voice calls from the back of the grouping of wrestlers.
Voice: That's everybody. Everybody but me...
The manager lets out a sigh and waves the speaker up to the front, at the same time climbing down the steel steps of the ring to the floor. The Speaker turns out to be about the same height asthe manager, bt of a very different build. She is blonde and trim, wearing a sort of uni-tard and ring boots. There is a weight belt around her slender waist.
Manager: Let me guess, I forgot you, didn't I sweetheart?
He is already nodding at the look of unabashed fuy creeping over her face.
Girl: Damned, right you forgot me! Everyone in this gym has a match on Wednesday, but you don't have one for me... What is it, the boys afraid my boobs might bite them?
Manager: Look, you're barking u the wrong tree. Those guys don't care who they fight. But this isa shit house show, you don't want any part of it. You're waiting for the big time, ain'tcha, Amazon?
Justice Arkady: I can't afford to wait. Noone is going to sign me if I have no experience! Give me a match!
She growls and snatches the paper he had been about to put away in his pocket. She looks the list over then points to a line.
Justice: Here! There's only one person in this match it's all the way at the bottom too! I'll take it! It's so far down I can't possibly mess up your show, if that's what you're worried about... I'm facing off against... K-Dogg... Familiar name. Whatever! It'll be great, you'll see!
Manager: But... Justice... He's a pro...
Justice puts a finger to his lips then nods her head, as though telling him with her eyes that this is going to happen, then he whirls around and runs off to prepare. The manager throws up his hands, tossing the open sheet of paper upin the air. The camera follows it down to where it lands on the ground. It reads as follows:
OPENING BOUT (Training)
Tom Murphy V. Ioan Owens
SECOND MATCH (Training)
Jesse Jenkins V. Paul Rodriguez
THIRD MATCH (Training)
Elian Gonzaga V. Shawn Wilkins
MAIN EVENT
(If Available)
Alvin Morrissey V. Patronus Sikking
ALTERNTE MAIN EVENT
(Favor to Pops if above unavail.)
__________ v. K-Dogg
