Post by Sean Hughes on May 2, 2006 18:11:17 GMT -5
We open the scene inside of an apartment complex, with 3 U-Hauls following one another. A black sports car is following the U-Hauls, with the windows down and music blaring. It is a beautiful, clear, sunny day, with a slight breeze. The scene cuts, then re-appears.
This time, we see a handful of movers carrying furniture and boxes, and the newest member of the WCF staff "The Feature Presentation" Sean Hughes directing traffic into an apartment. He has on a white t-shirt, focusing mostly on his muscles. He is wearing green board shorts, and flip flops with sunglasses. His legs are tan, until the feet, which are white. Hughes is continuously yelling at the movers, who are obviously getting sick of what they hear.
SH: Jesus Christ! That's a $500 lamp there, asshole! Don't break it, because I know you cant afford it!
Hughes turns around, shaking his head. Suddenly, an older, smaller white man with thin brown hair balding and glasses comes up to Hughes. He has on a blue Hawaiin shirt and khaki shorts.
SH: James, my man! How's it going in the business perspective?
James looks a bit disgruntled, and knows that with one wrong move, he could cause the short fused Hughes to lash out against him.
James: Well, your partner just cut a promo.
Hughes stares, with his mouth slightly open. He slowly takes off his shades, and looks into James' eyes.
SH: The psycho bitch did something? Productive? Ya know James, cutting your wrists and saying you cry black tears isn't really a promo. I mean-
James hurredly stops him.
James: I guess it was productive. Although, they don't think too highly of you.
SH: Did you bring the damn promo?
James nods his head and the scene fades out as the two walk towards the apartment.
The scene re-appears inside of the apartment, with a spacious living room. There is already a black leather sofa and a medium sized TV with an entertainment system hooked up. Plenty of boxes lay on the floor, and the movers keep working.
SH: This is the new palace! I know, I know, it's not the same thing as my old place in Redondo, but I try. I needed a change, and this place was perfect. Plus, with the WCF signing me, I have plenty left over so I dont have to ask Richard for any money.
There is an emphasis on the word Richard.
James: Your dad doesnt mind loaning you money.
Hughes shoots a cold glare at James. It becomes apparent that Hughes does not like to be challenged by anyone. After a moment, he wipes the glare off. A Mexican worker comes by, sweating perfusiouly.
SH: Want a drink?
The Mexican wipes his head and smiles at Hughes. He begans to breath deeper and wipe the sticky lips away with his tongue.
Mexican: Si, Senor! I'd love something!
Hughes looks at the Mexican, and looks at him up and down with a disgusted look.
SH: Not you, wetback! Get back to work before I call immigration!
The Mexican leaves, and James shakes his head in disapproval. He stops before Hughes can see.
James: Let's watch the promo.
The two sit down, and after a few minutes, James turns off the TV. Hughes is sitting on the couch with a nasty look on his face.
SH: Who does this lady think she is? I'm "The Feature Presentation" Sean Hughes! Mr. Main Event! She should be thanking me I'm actually going to show up for this match! A lady carrying a team with me on it! Ha! That's proposterous! She should be worshipping the ground I walk on, not contradicting whether or not I'll be beneficial! James, this is crap! Immediatly call WCF Headquarters and tell them that I will not work with her! Hell, it's pretty much me against the World Champ and his boyfriend! This lady, she can't even beat some card guy and Haywreck for the TV title!
James:(Silently) Havoc.
SH: She has no place in a wrestling ring, which is why I can't work with her!
James:(Thinking look) Sean, what if you did stay partners, and did try in this tournament. I mean, Ellis does have talent in the ring. Plus, as a new addition to the roster, you'd make an excellent impression as a winner in the tag tournament. Now, I'm not saying you need to be buddies or even like her, but if you tried, and she tried, you would be one half of the tag champs in the most prestigous wrestling company around. In just your first month! Just think of the gateways that will open.
James and Hughes look metaphorically forward. Hughes begins to shake his head and a smile creeps across his face. He is starting to like the idea of becoming a tag champion.
SH: Alright James. I see your point. Imagine me as a tag champion in just a short amount of time! And what's better, is it will be with a girl, so people will have to give me my credit! James, I think I might just call Elise tonight! I'll see you later, tiger!
Hughes gets up and starts running off, play punching as he leaves. James begins shaking his head.
James: It's Ellis, asshead. You've got way to big of an ego, kid. Someone, please deflate it.
Scene fades to black.
This time, we see a handful of movers carrying furniture and boxes, and the newest member of the WCF staff "The Feature Presentation" Sean Hughes directing traffic into an apartment. He has on a white t-shirt, focusing mostly on his muscles. He is wearing green board shorts, and flip flops with sunglasses. His legs are tan, until the feet, which are white. Hughes is continuously yelling at the movers, who are obviously getting sick of what they hear.
SH: Jesus Christ! That's a $500 lamp there, asshole! Don't break it, because I know you cant afford it!
Hughes turns around, shaking his head. Suddenly, an older, smaller white man with thin brown hair balding and glasses comes up to Hughes. He has on a blue Hawaiin shirt and khaki shorts.
SH: James, my man! How's it going in the business perspective?
James looks a bit disgruntled, and knows that with one wrong move, he could cause the short fused Hughes to lash out against him.
James: Well, your partner just cut a promo.
Hughes stares, with his mouth slightly open. He slowly takes off his shades, and looks into James' eyes.
SH: The psycho bitch did something? Productive? Ya know James, cutting your wrists and saying you cry black tears isn't really a promo. I mean-
James hurredly stops him.
James: I guess it was productive. Although, they don't think too highly of you.
SH: Did you bring the damn promo?
James nods his head and the scene fades out as the two walk towards the apartment.
The scene re-appears inside of the apartment, with a spacious living room. There is already a black leather sofa and a medium sized TV with an entertainment system hooked up. Plenty of boxes lay on the floor, and the movers keep working.
SH: This is the new palace! I know, I know, it's not the same thing as my old place in Redondo, but I try. I needed a change, and this place was perfect. Plus, with the WCF signing me, I have plenty left over so I dont have to ask Richard for any money.
There is an emphasis on the word Richard.
James: Your dad doesnt mind loaning you money.
Hughes shoots a cold glare at James. It becomes apparent that Hughes does not like to be challenged by anyone. After a moment, he wipes the glare off. A Mexican worker comes by, sweating perfusiouly.
SH: Want a drink?
The Mexican wipes his head and smiles at Hughes. He begans to breath deeper and wipe the sticky lips away with his tongue.
Mexican: Si, Senor! I'd love something!
Hughes looks at the Mexican, and looks at him up and down with a disgusted look.
SH: Not you, wetback! Get back to work before I call immigration!
The Mexican leaves, and James shakes his head in disapproval. He stops before Hughes can see.
James: Let's watch the promo.
The two sit down, and after a few minutes, James turns off the TV. Hughes is sitting on the couch with a nasty look on his face.
SH: Who does this lady think she is? I'm "The Feature Presentation" Sean Hughes! Mr. Main Event! She should be thanking me I'm actually going to show up for this match! A lady carrying a team with me on it! Ha! That's proposterous! She should be worshipping the ground I walk on, not contradicting whether or not I'll be beneficial! James, this is crap! Immediatly call WCF Headquarters and tell them that I will not work with her! Hell, it's pretty much me against the World Champ and his boyfriend! This lady, she can't even beat some card guy and Haywreck for the TV title!
James:(Silently) Havoc.
SH: She has no place in a wrestling ring, which is why I can't work with her!
James:(Thinking look) Sean, what if you did stay partners, and did try in this tournament. I mean, Ellis does have talent in the ring. Plus, as a new addition to the roster, you'd make an excellent impression as a winner in the tag tournament. Now, I'm not saying you need to be buddies or even like her, but if you tried, and she tried, you would be one half of the tag champs in the most prestigous wrestling company around. In just your first month! Just think of the gateways that will open.
James and Hughes look metaphorically forward. Hughes begins to shake his head and a smile creeps across his face. He is starting to like the idea of becoming a tag champion.
SH: Alright James. I see your point. Imagine me as a tag champion in just a short amount of time! And what's better, is it will be with a girl, so people will have to give me my credit! James, I think I might just call Elise tonight! I'll see you later, tiger!
Hughes gets up and starts running off, play punching as he leaves. James begins shaking his head.
James: It's Ellis, asshead. You've got way to big of an ego, kid. Someone, please deflate it.
Scene fades to black.
