Post by Oblivion on Oct 23, 2009 11:00:15 GMT -5
Helloween Hardcore
<Chapter 1> The Preparation
7:00 A.M. Tuesday morning
(Stephan Johnson is standing in his bathroom. He is wearing a white tank top and blue shorts, standing in front of his sink, looking into the mirror. His robe is untied and open. It's not like anyone is there to be offended. Stephan is checking out his new black left eye and the bruises on his face.)
Stephan Johnson(narration): It's Tuesday morning. Man I feel and look like sh*t!! I feel all beat up. Heck, it's not even Helloween and I feel like sh*t now!! Last night, on Slam, I was kicking ass and I also had my ass handed to me, as well, a few times anyway. Man, I DO look like crap!! At least, I got my hands on that piece of sh*t Greenfever. Everything about him, makes my skin crawl!! MAKES ME SICK!!! Even after Helloween, this issue I have with Greenfever, it won't be over!! There is too much we have a like, for it to be over between us!! Plus, I cannot believe of all the people, that is in WCF, I could have for a partner and they stick me with... "The Sausage Queen" Jimmy Dean!! What a pain in the ass he is. Sheesh...
(Steve takes his fingers, of his right hand and places them under his left eye. He pulls down and notices his eye is inflamed, bruised, and bloodshot. Steve has a blackened left eye.)
Stephan Johnson(narration): SON OF A BITCH!!! I'm much too good looking to have my face slightly damaged like this...
(With a smug look on his face, Stephan slowly rubs the back of his right hand, downward, on the left side of his chin and with the same hand, in between the top and middle knuckle, rubs downward on the right side of his chin.)
Stephan Johnson(narration): Damn!! I am good looking!! Nevermind. Hell, I did MY part!! What did that New Guinea pipsqueak do? He tagged himself in! Not once, but twice!!AND WE STILL LOST THE DAMN MATCH!! Stupid jackass!!! All that work and preparation I had with him. All the torture, I put him through!! I tried to make him a man!! Hell, the rest of us, went through it, why not him?! That will have to ancient history, for now. I have more important things to worry about, than THAT "The Sausage Queen" Jimmy Dean!! I have HELLOWEEN to worry about!!
(Stephan washes his face and brushes his teeth. He leaves his bathroom and proceeds to get dressed. He has an emergency appointment with Dr. Davis. All the struggle he had, when dealing with a person like Jimmy Dean, pulled up all his rage. Sh*t, wouldn't he drive anyone else nuts?! Now, just the single thought of going through Hell with the single person Stephan intensely HATES...)
INTENSELY HATES
(...just makes Stephan rage throughout every pore through his body!!)
INFURIATED
BLOODSHED
MAYHEM
(Stephan slams his fists down on his porcelain sink counter top. Blood trickles down his knuckles and down his forearms. )
Stephan Johnson(screams out loud): SON OF A BI-I-I-ITCH!!!!
Stephan Johnson(narration): I wonder if Seth Lerch is second guessing his decision on hiring both Greenfever and myself? Look at the facts. One... I am talking to myself. Two... both Greenfever and I are both seeing psychiatrists. We both experienced trauma. It's pretty obvious there. If someone acts, like Greenfever and myself, then you can bet your bottom dollar... THAT WE ARE CRAZY AS HELL!! Think about it. You have two crazy, nuts, and obviously oblivious to normalcy and they are gonna beat the holy hell out of each other. Less than one week before Halloween. Seth is gonna have his monies worth, on the 25th!!!
(Stephan leaves his bedroom and walks down the hallway to the hall closet to grab a hand towel to stop the small amount of blood running down his arms.)
Stephan Johnson(narration):This blood is nothing compared the amount of blood we are gonna shed on Helloween!!! Gallons!!
( Steve heads for his kitchen. He gulps down his red raspberry juice and grabs for his car keys. He tosses the slightly bloody handtowel onto the back of the couch. Realizes, that is disgusting and grabs the towel and walks into the bathroom. He tosses the towel into the laundry hamper. Steve walks into the garage and presses a button on his car keys and the garage door opens. Stephan gets into his car and backs up to leave his garage, as his garage door closes. Stephan proceeds to Clearwater. As he drives west then north, Steve gets a phone call.)
Stephan Johnson(narration):What th-
(His doctor's office is calling)
Stephan Johnson(talking on the phone): Hello. Yes, this Stephan. Yes. I know. I'm on the way. Yes, I know. I know this appointment is important. (sounding sarcastic)No, Gladys, thank you Goodbye.
Stephan Johnson(angry-sarcastic narration): Stupid b*tch!! Of course, I know I have an appointment. Why would I be driving to my psych appointment if I didn't have an appointment? Stupid B*tch!! UGH!! That makes me so-o-o-o friggin' mad!!!
(Steve slams both fists onto the steering wheel.)
Stephan Johnson(narration): Whoops..
(Steve realizes a Clearwater police cruiser beside him and the officer is looking at him. Stephan slows down and smiles at the staring officer.)
Stephan Johnson(narration): Do I have my seatbelt on? Yep. Thank God. The last thing, I need, is a damn driving ticket. Damn cops are busting people for not wearing seatbelts, lately. Well, safety comes first. Thank God, I'm here!!
(Steve gets out of his car and sets his car alarm.)
BWOOP-BWOOP
(Steve walks into the building and straight toward to the receptionist's desk.)
Gladys: Oh, it's you. Dr. Davis is waiting for you.
Stephan Johnson(narration): STUPID B*TCH!!
Stephan Johnson(sarcastic): Thank you, Gladys. And you have a wonderful day!
Stephan Johnson(narration): STUPID B*TCH!!
(Stephan walks away from the desk and sees Dr. Davis. Stephan walks up to Dr. Davis and shakes her hand.)
Dr. Davis: How are you, Stephan?
Stephan: You need to get new front desk help!!
Dr. Davis: Why? Gladys giving you a hard time, again?
Stephan: Yes. It's very annoying!
Dr. Davis: Yes, I know. I have told her about her attitude, of late and she says she will work on it.
Stephan: She better. The b*tch is getting on my nerves!!
Dr. Davis: Now, Stephan. What have we discussed about that temper of yours?
Stephan: Remain calm. Take a deep breath. Breath out the bad. Breath in the good.
Dr. Davis: Good. Let's walk into my office.
(The two walk into the doctor's room.)
Dr. Davis: Now. What can I help you with?
Stephan: Last Monday, I wrestled in a tag team match, with this complete moron...
Dr. Davis: STEPHAN?!?
Stephan: Doctor!! I'm serious! I was assigned this partner, who was a complete moron. A total idiot!! We lost the match!! In all of my fifteen years, in this business, I have never, I mean never come across such a... a...
Dr. Davis: Use more positive words, Stephan. Learn to choose more positive words.
Stephan: Doc! I mean, c'mon!! If I'm trying to establish myself in WCF and I get tied down with morons like Jimmy Dean, how am I going to succeed?!?
Dr. Davis: Okay, you have established your source of immediate rage. Let's talk about your next match.
Stephan: Okay. Well, it's on October 25th and it is a Pay Per View match. Very important this match is. I am taking this match, very seriously!! I am defending my Hardcore championship against this person. No he's not human. He's...
Dr. Davis: Not human?!? What is he?
Stephan: Well, he is human. Well, sort of. He is this gross thing. He's always bloody. He has brain matter...
Dr. Davis: Brain matter?! Blood? My God!
Stephan: Yes, Doc, brain matter. It has it stuck all over his head. He's a complete animal. A monstrosity!! And he's becoming a real big pain in my a-
Dr. Davis: Stephan Johnson!!
Stephan: Okay then. He's a pain in my rear end!! He's after MY championship. My first wrestling title in four and a half years. It might be just a hardcore championship, but I want to give this championship more prestige. Something important, for the WCF!!! I told my boss, Seth Lerch, that I am willing to do anything to help his company to become a major force in wrestling. If that means for me to be a a hardcore champion and fight all the crazies, in the company then so be it.
Dr. Davis: How is this company any different than the last company you worked for?
Stephan: The NeWA? Well it had more regional companies under the NeWA banner, but WCF is a lot more organized. I feel more important here. And that is why I am going to do everything and I mean EVERYTHING to hang onto that championship. And no, Doc, you WILL NOT talk me out of it!! This is what I do for a living. It's in my blood. I feel it in my veins and I will not let anyone get in my way or talk me out of it!! That Monster has to be stopped!! By the way, he IS pretty clever.
Dr. Davis: How so?
Stephan: Well, for a complete deranged and total, complete psycho, he talks eloquently. He doesn't present himself that way. He gets his point across. But, so do I.
Dr. Davis: I have meant to ask you. Who is that gentleman behind you, with that camera in his hands?
( Stephan looks behind him. The Camera Dude just gives a "thumbs up" with his right thumb.)
Stephan: Oh, that's Camera Dude?
Dr. Davis: Camera Dude?
Stephan: Yea, Camera Dude.
( The Camera Dude just gives a "thumbs up" with his right thumb.)
Dr. Davis: Interesting.
Stephan: Well, you did say to record my activities, so I have Camera Dude around me at all times. Especially when I get angry. And recently, when I've benn dealing with that(Stephan is getting slightly angry) NO GOOD... PIECE OF WASTE!! HE IS NOTHING, BUT A SPACE WHERE SOMEONE ELSE CAN TAKE OVER ON THE WCF ROSTER. BUT, NO-O-O-O HIS DERANGED ASS HAS TO TAKE UP MY TIME AND BE A HU-U-U-GE PAIN IN MY...
Dr. Davis: Use your words wisely here, Stephan. Remain calm.
Stephan: ....NO!!! F*CK THAT!!! I'M PISSED!!! HE'S A HUGE PAIN IN MY ASS!!! CAMERA-DUDE GET A CLOSE UP!!
(Camera-Dude gets real close to Stephan)
Stephan: ON OCTOBER 25TH, HE'S GONNA KNOW THE TOTAL DEFINITION OF THE WORD PAIN, WHEN I GET DONE WITH HIS SORRY ASS!!!
Dr. Davis: Okay, Stephan. Calm down. Calm down. Relax. Take a deep breath! No need to get all excited. Now, it's almost time to end our session. Now, you will have wrestled your match, before our next session. I would say be safe, but I don't want you to feel like I'm patronizing you. So, good luck, Steve. I already have your next appointment card, here. That way, you don't have to interact with Gladys.
Stephan: Thank you, doc. You have a nice day. Oh, you forgot. Oh nevermind. I see the scripts, for my meds, right here. Have a nice day, Doc.
(Stephan leaves the office and walks past Gladys, she gives a smirk and Stephan gives a toodle-doo flicker of his fingers and leaves the building.[/color][/i])
Stephan Johnson(narration): B*TCH!!
RING-RING
Stephan(talking on his cell phone): Hello? Hey!! Talk about a ghost from the past!! How long as it been, little buddy? Almost five years? Yea, it's been awhile. Yea, we sure did cause a lot of hell back in Honorable Wrestling and Great Lakes Wrestling. How you doin' man? All three feet eight inches of ya. Oh okay. Three feet nine inches. Mr. Mini Ace. You bad ass you. Hey!! I have a proposition for ya. How does seven o'clock sound? Okay I'll meet you there. Where? You know where. Okay Lil buddy. I'll see ya there. Yea. Okay SEE-YA!!
<Chapter 1> The Preparation
7:00 A.M. Tuesday morning
(Stephan Johnson is standing in his bathroom. He is wearing a white tank top and blue shorts, standing in front of his sink, looking into the mirror. His robe is untied and open. It's not like anyone is there to be offended. Stephan is checking out his new black left eye and the bruises on his face.)
Stephan Johnson(narration): It's Tuesday morning. Man I feel and look like sh*t!! I feel all beat up. Heck, it's not even Helloween and I feel like sh*t now!! Last night, on Slam, I was kicking ass and I also had my ass handed to me, as well, a few times anyway. Man, I DO look like crap!! At least, I got my hands on that piece of sh*t Greenfever. Everything about him, makes my skin crawl!! MAKES ME SICK!!! Even after Helloween, this issue I have with Greenfever, it won't be over!! There is too much we have a like, for it to be over between us!! Plus, I cannot believe of all the people, that is in WCF, I could have for a partner and they stick me with... "The Sausage Queen" Jimmy Dean!! What a pain in the ass he is. Sheesh...
(Steve takes his fingers, of his right hand and places them under his left eye. He pulls down and notices his eye is inflamed, bruised, and bloodshot. Steve has a blackened left eye.)
Stephan Johnson(narration): SON OF A BITCH!!! I'm much too good looking to have my face slightly damaged like this...
(With a smug look on his face, Stephan slowly rubs the back of his right hand, downward, on the left side of his chin and with the same hand, in between the top and middle knuckle, rubs downward on the right side of his chin.)
Stephan Johnson(narration): Damn!! I am good looking!! Nevermind. Hell, I did MY part!! What did that New Guinea pipsqueak do? He tagged himself in! Not once, but twice!!AND WE STILL LOST THE DAMN MATCH!! Stupid jackass!!! All that work and preparation I had with him. All the torture, I put him through!! I tried to make him a man!! Hell, the rest of us, went through it, why not him?! That will have to ancient history, for now. I have more important things to worry about, than THAT "The Sausage Queen" Jimmy Dean!! I have HELLOWEEN to worry about!!
(Stephan washes his face and brushes his teeth. He leaves his bathroom and proceeds to get dressed. He has an emergency appointment with Dr. Davis. All the struggle he had, when dealing with a person like Jimmy Dean, pulled up all his rage. Sh*t, wouldn't he drive anyone else nuts?! Now, just the single thought of going through Hell with the single person Stephan intensely HATES...)
INTENSELY HATES
(...just makes Stephan rage throughout every pore through his body!!)
INFURIATED
BLOODSHED
MAYHEM
(Stephan slams his fists down on his porcelain sink counter top. Blood trickles down his knuckles and down his forearms. )
Stephan Johnson(screams out loud): SON OF A BI-I-I-ITCH!!!!
Stephan Johnson(narration): I wonder if Seth Lerch is second guessing his decision on hiring both Greenfever and myself? Look at the facts. One... I am talking to myself. Two... both Greenfever and I are both seeing psychiatrists. We both experienced trauma. It's pretty obvious there. If someone acts, like Greenfever and myself, then you can bet your bottom dollar... THAT WE ARE CRAZY AS HELL!! Think about it. You have two crazy, nuts, and obviously oblivious to normalcy and they are gonna beat the holy hell out of each other. Less than one week before Halloween. Seth is gonna have his monies worth, on the 25th!!!
(Stephan leaves his bedroom and walks down the hallway to the hall closet to grab a hand towel to stop the small amount of blood running down his arms.)
Stephan Johnson(narration):This blood is nothing compared the amount of blood we are gonna shed on Helloween!!! Gallons!!
( Steve heads for his kitchen. He gulps down his red raspberry juice and grabs for his car keys. He tosses the slightly bloody handtowel onto the back of the couch. Realizes, that is disgusting and grabs the towel and walks into the bathroom. He tosses the towel into the laundry hamper. Steve walks into the garage and presses a button on his car keys and the garage door opens. Stephan gets into his car and backs up to leave his garage, as his garage door closes. Stephan proceeds to Clearwater. As he drives west then north, Steve gets a phone call.)
Stephan Johnson(narration):What th-
(His doctor's office is calling)
Stephan Johnson(talking on the phone): Hello. Yes, this Stephan. Yes. I know. I'm on the way. Yes, I know. I know this appointment is important. (sounding sarcastic)No, Gladys, thank you Goodbye.
Stephan Johnson(angry-sarcastic narration): Stupid b*tch!! Of course, I know I have an appointment. Why would I be driving to my psych appointment if I didn't have an appointment? Stupid B*tch!! UGH!! That makes me so-o-o-o friggin' mad!!!
(Steve slams both fists onto the steering wheel.)
Stephan Johnson(narration): Whoops..
(Steve realizes a Clearwater police cruiser beside him and the officer is looking at him. Stephan slows down and smiles at the staring officer.)
Stephan Johnson(narration): Do I have my seatbelt on? Yep. Thank God. The last thing, I need, is a damn driving ticket. Damn cops are busting people for not wearing seatbelts, lately. Well, safety comes first. Thank God, I'm here!!
(Steve gets out of his car and sets his car alarm.)
BWOOP-BWOOP
(Steve walks into the building and straight toward to the receptionist's desk.)
Gladys: Oh, it's you. Dr. Davis is waiting for you.
Stephan Johnson(narration): STUPID B*TCH!!
Stephan Johnson(sarcastic): Thank you, Gladys. And you have a wonderful day!
Stephan Johnson(narration): STUPID B*TCH!!
(Stephan walks away from the desk and sees Dr. Davis. Stephan walks up to Dr. Davis and shakes her hand.)
Dr. Davis: How are you, Stephan?
Stephan: You need to get new front desk help!!
Dr. Davis: Why? Gladys giving you a hard time, again?
Stephan: Yes. It's very annoying!
Dr. Davis: Yes, I know. I have told her about her attitude, of late and she says she will work on it.
Stephan: She better. The b*tch is getting on my nerves!!
Dr. Davis: Now, Stephan. What have we discussed about that temper of yours?
Stephan: Remain calm. Take a deep breath. Breath out the bad. Breath in the good.
Dr. Davis: Good. Let's walk into my office.
(The two walk into the doctor's room.)
Dr. Davis: Now. What can I help you with?
Stephan: Last Monday, I wrestled in a tag team match, with this complete moron...
Dr. Davis: STEPHAN?!?
Stephan: Doctor!! I'm serious! I was assigned this partner, who was a complete moron. A total idiot!! We lost the match!! In all of my fifteen years, in this business, I have never, I mean never come across such a... a...
Dr. Davis: Use more positive words, Stephan. Learn to choose more positive words.
Stephan: Doc! I mean, c'mon!! If I'm trying to establish myself in WCF and I get tied down with morons like Jimmy Dean, how am I going to succeed?!?
Dr. Davis: Okay, you have established your source of immediate rage. Let's talk about your next match.
Stephan: Okay. Well, it's on October 25th and it is a Pay Per View match. Very important this match is. I am taking this match, very seriously!! I am defending my Hardcore championship against this person. No he's not human. He's...
Dr. Davis: Not human?!? What is he?
Stephan: Well, he is human. Well, sort of. He is this gross thing. He's always bloody. He has brain matter...
Dr. Davis: Brain matter?! Blood? My God!
Stephan: Yes, Doc, brain matter. It has it stuck all over his head. He's a complete animal. A monstrosity!! And he's becoming a real big pain in my a-
Dr. Davis: Stephan Johnson!!
Stephan: Okay then. He's a pain in my rear end!! He's after MY championship. My first wrestling title in four and a half years. It might be just a hardcore championship, but I want to give this championship more prestige. Something important, for the WCF!!! I told my boss, Seth Lerch, that I am willing to do anything to help his company to become a major force in wrestling. If that means for me to be a a hardcore champion and fight all the crazies, in the company then so be it.
Dr. Davis: How is this company any different than the last company you worked for?
Stephan: The NeWA? Well it had more regional companies under the NeWA banner, but WCF is a lot more organized. I feel more important here. And that is why I am going to do everything and I mean EVERYTHING to hang onto that championship. And no, Doc, you WILL NOT talk me out of it!! This is what I do for a living. It's in my blood. I feel it in my veins and I will not let anyone get in my way or talk me out of it!! That Monster has to be stopped!! By the way, he IS pretty clever.
Dr. Davis: How so?
Stephan: Well, for a complete deranged and total, complete psycho, he talks eloquently. He doesn't present himself that way. He gets his point across. But, so do I.
Dr. Davis: I have meant to ask you. Who is that gentleman behind you, with that camera in his hands?
( Stephan looks behind him. The Camera Dude just gives a "thumbs up" with his right thumb.)
Stephan: Oh, that's Camera Dude?
Dr. Davis: Camera Dude?
Stephan: Yea, Camera Dude.
( The Camera Dude just gives a "thumbs up" with his right thumb.)
Dr. Davis: Interesting.
Stephan: Well, you did say to record my activities, so I have Camera Dude around me at all times. Especially when I get angry. And recently, when I've benn dealing with that(Stephan is getting slightly angry) NO GOOD... PIECE OF WASTE!! HE IS NOTHING, BUT A SPACE WHERE SOMEONE ELSE CAN TAKE OVER ON THE WCF ROSTER. BUT, NO-O-O-O HIS DERANGED ASS HAS TO TAKE UP MY TIME AND BE A HU-U-U-GE PAIN IN MY...
Dr. Davis: Use your words wisely here, Stephan. Remain calm.
Stephan: ....NO!!! F*CK THAT!!! I'M PISSED!!! HE'S A HUGE PAIN IN MY ASS!!! CAMERA-DUDE GET A CLOSE UP!!
(Camera-Dude gets real close to Stephan)
Stephan: ON OCTOBER 25TH, HE'S GONNA KNOW THE TOTAL DEFINITION OF THE WORD PAIN, WHEN I GET DONE WITH HIS SORRY ASS!!!
Dr. Davis: Okay, Stephan. Calm down. Calm down. Relax. Take a deep breath! No need to get all excited. Now, it's almost time to end our session. Now, you will have wrestled your match, before our next session. I would say be safe, but I don't want you to feel like I'm patronizing you. So, good luck, Steve. I already have your next appointment card, here. That way, you don't have to interact with Gladys.
Stephan: Thank you, doc. You have a nice day. Oh, you forgot. Oh nevermind. I see the scripts, for my meds, right here. Have a nice day, Doc.
(Stephan leaves the office and walks past Gladys, she gives a smirk and Stephan gives a toodle-doo flicker of his fingers and leaves the building.[/color][/i])
Stephan Johnson(narration): B*TCH!!
RING-RING
Stephan(talking on his cell phone): Hello? Hey!! Talk about a ghost from the past!! How long as it been, little buddy? Almost five years? Yea, it's been awhile. Yea, we sure did cause a lot of hell back in Honorable Wrestling and Great Lakes Wrestling. How you doin' man? All three feet eight inches of ya. Oh okay. Three feet nine inches. Mr. Mini Ace. You bad ass you. Hey!! I have a proposition for ya. How does seven o'clock sound? Okay I'll meet you there. Where? You know where. Okay Lil buddy. I'll see ya there. Yea. Okay SEE-YA!!
