Post by thenewelite on Jun 20, 2010 7:06:45 GMT -5
The camera opens inside of a house somewhere in downtown Los Angeles, California as the scene focuses in on the view of another gorgeous sunrise coming up from behind the all to familiar backdrop of the nearby high rises. The camera pulls back from the large bay windows and slowly turns around to give the viewer a 180 degree of a spacious bedroom before coming to rest on a king sized bed where a sleeping Shaun Jackson is found sound asleep beside girlfriend Brooke Jones. The alarm clock on the nightstand beside the bed begins to buzz, only to be slapped angrily by a groggy Jackson. The buzzing stops but is replaced seconds later by the sound of a cell phone ringing from the dresser on the other side of the room.
S. Jackson: Oh for the love of god.
Jackson pushes the covers off of him and slides out of bed, rubbing his eyes as he walks over to the dresser. As he picks up the phone to answer it Brooke sits up, keeping the blankets raised to cover her chest. She smiles as she stares at his muscular back and shoulders, and grins as she notices the scratches left from last night. Shaun finishes up his conversation and sets the phone back down on the dresser before turning and leaning up against it as he stares at Brooke.
B. Jones: Who was that?
S. Jackson: Just some WCF official making sure that I remembered to be on the flight to Philly tonight.
B. Jones: You guys are wrestling in Philly? But I thought WCF couldn't afford the big arenas anymore?
S. Jackson: They can't. That's why I have to take a chartered bus from Philadelphia into Lancaster City and then take a cab into some place called Kutztown.
B. Jones: Never heard of it.
S. Jackson: I doubt anybody outside of there has.
Jackson puts his phone back onto the charger and grabs a towel from the hook beside the bathroom door. He goes to head into the bathroom but then stops and turns around.
S. Jackson: Care to join me?
B. Jones: Do you really have to ask?
The camera fades out as Brooke scurries out from under the covers and follows Shaun into the bathroom.
The camera fades back in with a shot of Jackson in the gym, running on a treadmill as he stares ahead at one of the flat screen televisions that hang on the wall in front of the row of treadmills and elliptical machines. As Jackson watches the TV, tuned to ESPN of course, he runs to keep up with the pace of the Slipknot that is blasting through the ear buds of his iPod. Sweat is pouring off his face and chest as he pushes through the burn, determined not to stop until the last 5 minutes of his 30 minute routine are finished. The machine speeds up, as programmed, as the incline raises up to make it that much more difficult. Finally the time is up and then incline lowers as the tread slows down until it comes to a complete stop. Jackson grabs a towel off of one of the hand grips and wipes the sweat from his eyes and then tosses it over his shoulder as he steps off. He pulls the ear buds from his ears and shuts his iPod off before tucking it away into his duffel bag alongside his street clothes.
S. Jackson: Now how should I finish, bench press or free weights?
As he tries to make the decision he notices a small group of people on the other side of the gym that are glancing over at him as they whisper to one another.
S. Jackson: Ah, my fans must be waiting for an autograph.
Jackson walks over to the group, a big smile on his face, and extends his hand.
S. Jackson: Hi there, Shaun Jackson. But I'm sure you already knew that.
Man: Who?
S. Jackson: Shaun Jackson.
Man: Sorry, it doesn't ring a bell.
S. Jackson: Shaun Jackson. You know, the wrestler.
Man: Nope, not really a fan of wrestling. Nothing but a bunch of pumped up steroid jockeys rolling around and sweating on each other.
Jackson turns around and walks away with a look of disgust on his face as the group laughs. He mumbles a few choice words under his breath as he grabs his duffel from the floor and heads for the exit, not bothering to go into the locker room and change from his workout clothes into his street cloths. As he pushes the door open he nearly knocks over another man trying to enter the gym.
Man: Hey! Watch where you'r..
Jackson shoots the man an angry look that quickly quiets him. As the man scurries inside Jackson grins as his mood changes from angry to amused. He throws the strap of his duffel bag over his shoulder and neck and heads for the parking lot where his car sits. He pulls his keys from his shorts and hits the button to pop his trunk before throwing the bag in. He shuts the trunk and unlocks the door before climbing into the drivers seat. He starts up the engine, pulls his sunglasses from off the dash and puts them on and turns up the volume of the stereo to blast some Slipknot before backing out of the parking space. As he goes to pull out onto the street the buzzing of his cell phone in his pocket causes him to stop. He looks behind him to see if anyone is there before pulling the phone out and answering it.
S. Jackson: Hello?
As the scene fades out, Jackson pulls out onto the street continuing the phone call.
The scene fades back in with Jackson sitting alongside Brooke in a restaurant booth across from WCF interviewer Hank Brown. As the three sit trading small talk, their waitress arrives with their orders. She sets down a small ceaser salad in front of Brooke, and steak dinners in front of Shaun and Hank. They begin to dig into their meals as she walks away.
Hank: So Shaun I wanna thank you for inviting me out to dinner with you and your lovely girlfriend.
S. Jackson: Don't think anything else is going on here Hank, we already had plans for tonight when you called me earlier to ask about an interview.
Hank: Well now I didn't thi..
S. Jackson: Relax Hank, I'm just messing around with you.
Hank: Haha, yeah I knew that. So anyway, congratulations on the successful debut last week. You looked quite impressive for a rookie in there with three veterans.
S. Jackson: Well when you're born with the kind of natural talent that I got, you tend to impress a lot of people.
Hank: Well speaking of impressing people, it seems as though you showed enough promise to make Seth book you in a tag match this week against the team of Knoxville and Kash.
S. Jackson: Ah yes, the Influential Minds. Quite talented from what I've heard, although I was disappointed to see neither of them in action last week.
Hank: There's been a lot of talk about their ring experience and their familiarity with one another due to their past tagging. Many are wondering if they have the edge already going into monday night.
S. Jackson: You know, I'm not going to be naive Hank. Sure whenever you have to face a team that has history together you're bound to be at a disadvantage. But with that aside, I think a lot of people are overlooking the fact that Johnathan Swift and I had our share of chemistry last week.
Hank: Well now that was only one match.
S. Jackson: That it was, but from what I saw him and I were on the same page and we made for one hell of force to be reckoned with. I mean damn, we didn't even need what's his name to be a team that consisted of a former World Champion, a two time television champion and one half of one of the top tag teams in this company.
Hank: I believe you're speaking about Jaguar.
S. Jackson: Yeah. Where the hell was he during the match anyway?
Hank: Outside of the ring fighting with Adam Young I believe.
S. Jackson: Well then I guess he wasn't completely useless. Tell me though Hank, how did he manage to get himself booked in the Hardcore Title match at Rebirth when he lost his debut and had nothing to do with the result of last week's match?
Hank: Well I'm not sure, but speaking of that match, congratulations on being booked in your first title match. I guess it goes without saying that you're excited.
S. Jackson: Excited? Hank it's an honor. I never would have imagined that my first trip into the world of singles competition would be at a PPV, let alone in a title match. But we're both getting ahead of ourselves Hank. We need to get back to the task at hand.
Hank: Have you been in communication at all with Swift about a strategy in the past few days?
S. Jackson: Unfortunately no. In fact, it seems as though nobody has heard from him since last week.
Hank: Does that have you worried?
S. Jackson: Worried, no. Cautious might be the better word to use. See I'm not a stupid man by any means Hank. Even I know that if I walk into this match this week without Swift, or with him but not on the same page as him, that the chances of walking out of Kutztown with a win are going to be significantly low. Like I said, Knoxville and Kash are a solid team, and although no one including myself in WCF have seen them wrestle, they are veterans of the squared circle.
Hank: For being your opponents you seem to not have much of anything negative to say about them.
S. Jackson: Hank, quite simply, talk is cheap. A guy can spend hours on end running his mouth and make all sorts of promises and threats, but in the end if he can't back it up, then what good does it do.
Jackson sets his fork down and leans back in the booth, placing his right arm across the shoulders of Brooke, who slides over closer to him.
S. Jackson: See, I'm a man of action. I let my performance do all the talking for me. But enough business talk, let's get back to dinner. Brooke and I have plans for later on before I head to the airport.
Hank: Oh? You think I cou..
Hank looks up from his plate and notices Brooke and Shaun kissing in front of him.
Hank: Ah, I see. Those kind of plans.
The scene fades to black as Hank goes back to finishing his steak as Shaun and Brooke continue to kiss.
S. Jackson: Oh for the love of god.
Jackson pushes the covers off of him and slides out of bed, rubbing his eyes as he walks over to the dresser. As he picks up the phone to answer it Brooke sits up, keeping the blankets raised to cover her chest. She smiles as she stares at his muscular back and shoulders, and grins as she notices the scratches left from last night. Shaun finishes up his conversation and sets the phone back down on the dresser before turning and leaning up against it as he stares at Brooke.
B. Jones: Who was that?
S. Jackson: Just some WCF official making sure that I remembered to be on the flight to Philly tonight.
B. Jones: You guys are wrestling in Philly? But I thought WCF couldn't afford the big arenas anymore?
S. Jackson: They can't. That's why I have to take a chartered bus from Philadelphia into Lancaster City and then take a cab into some place called Kutztown.
B. Jones: Never heard of it.
S. Jackson: I doubt anybody outside of there has.
Jackson puts his phone back onto the charger and grabs a towel from the hook beside the bathroom door. He goes to head into the bathroom but then stops and turns around.
S. Jackson: Care to join me?
B. Jones: Do you really have to ask?
The camera fades out as Brooke scurries out from under the covers and follows Shaun into the bathroom.
The camera fades back in with a shot of Jackson in the gym, running on a treadmill as he stares ahead at one of the flat screen televisions that hang on the wall in front of the row of treadmills and elliptical machines. As Jackson watches the TV, tuned to ESPN of course, he runs to keep up with the pace of the Slipknot that is blasting through the ear buds of his iPod. Sweat is pouring off his face and chest as he pushes through the burn, determined not to stop until the last 5 minutes of his 30 minute routine are finished. The machine speeds up, as programmed, as the incline raises up to make it that much more difficult. Finally the time is up and then incline lowers as the tread slows down until it comes to a complete stop. Jackson grabs a towel off of one of the hand grips and wipes the sweat from his eyes and then tosses it over his shoulder as he steps off. He pulls the ear buds from his ears and shuts his iPod off before tucking it away into his duffel bag alongside his street clothes.
S. Jackson: Now how should I finish, bench press or free weights?
As he tries to make the decision he notices a small group of people on the other side of the gym that are glancing over at him as they whisper to one another.
S. Jackson: Ah, my fans must be waiting for an autograph.
Jackson walks over to the group, a big smile on his face, and extends his hand.
S. Jackson: Hi there, Shaun Jackson. But I'm sure you already knew that.
Man: Who?
S. Jackson: Shaun Jackson.
Man: Sorry, it doesn't ring a bell.
S. Jackson: Shaun Jackson. You know, the wrestler.
Man: Nope, not really a fan of wrestling. Nothing but a bunch of pumped up steroid jockeys rolling around and sweating on each other.
Jackson turns around and walks away with a look of disgust on his face as the group laughs. He mumbles a few choice words under his breath as he grabs his duffel from the floor and heads for the exit, not bothering to go into the locker room and change from his workout clothes into his street cloths. As he pushes the door open he nearly knocks over another man trying to enter the gym.
Man: Hey! Watch where you'r..
Jackson shoots the man an angry look that quickly quiets him. As the man scurries inside Jackson grins as his mood changes from angry to amused. He throws the strap of his duffel bag over his shoulder and neck and heads for the parking lot where his car sits. He pulls his keys from his shorts and hits the button to pop his trunk before throwing the bag in. He shuts the trunk and unlocks the door before climbing into the drivers seat. He starts up the engine, pulls his sunglasses from off the dash and puts them on and turns up the volume of the stereo to blast some Slipknot before backing out of the parking space. As he goes to pull out onto the street the buzzing of his cell phone in his pocket causes him to stop. He looks behind him to see if anyone is there before pulling the phone out and answering it.
S. Jackson: Hello?
As the scene fades out, Jackson pulls out onto the street continuing the phone call.
The scene fades back in with Jackson sitting alongside Brooke in a restaurant booth across from WCF interviewer Hank Brown. As the three sit trading small talk, their waitress arrives with their orders. She sets down a small ceaser salad in front of Brooke, and steak dinners in front of Shaun and Hank. They begin to dig into their meals as she walks away.
Hank: So Shaun I wanna thank you for inviting me out to dinner with you and your lovely girlfriend.
S. Jackson: Don't think anything else is going on here Hank, we already had plans for tonight when you called me earlier to ask about an interview.
Hank: Well now I didn't thi..
S. Jackson: Relax Hank, I'm just messing around with you.
Hank: Haha, yeah I knew that. So anyway, congratulations on the successful debut last week. You looked quite impressive for a rookie in there with three veterans.
S. Jackson: Well when you're born with the kind of natural talent that I got, you tend to impress a lot of people.
Hank: Well speaking of impressing people, it seems as though you showed enough promise to make Seth book you in a tag match this week against the team of Knoxville and Kash.
S. Jackson: Ah yes, the Influential Minds. Quite talented from what I've heard, although I was disappointed to see neither of them in action last week.
Hank: There's been a lot of talk about their ring experience and their familiarity with one another due to their past tagging. Many are wondering if they have the edge already going into monday night.
S. Jackson: You know, I'm not going to be naive Hank. Sure whenever you have to face a team that has history together you're bound to be at a disadvantage. But with that aside, I think a lot of people are overlooking the fact that Johnathan Swift and I had our share of chemistry last week.
Hank: Well now that was only one match.
S. Jackson: That it was, but from what I saw him and I were on the same page and we made for one hell of force to be reckoned with. I mean damn, we didn't even need what's his name to be a team that consisted of a former World Champion, a two time television champion and one half of one of the top tag teams in this company.
Hank: I believe you're speaking about Jaguar.
S. Jackson: Yeah. Where the hell was he during the match anyway?
Hank: Outside of the ring fighting with Adam Young I believe.
S. Jackson: Well then I guess he wasn't completely useless. Tell me though Hank, how did he manage to get himself booked in the Hardcore Title match at Rebirth when he lost his debut and had nothing to do with the result of last week's match?
Hank: Well I'm not sure, but speaking of that match, congratulations on being booked in your first title match. I guess it goes without saying that you're excited.
S. Jackson: Excited? Hank it's an honor. I never would have imagined that my first trip into the world of singles competition would be at a PPV, let alone in a title match. But we're both getting ahead of ourselves Hank. We need to get back to the task at hand.
Hank: Have you been in communication at all with Swift about a strategy in the past few days?
S. Jackson: Unfortunately no. In fact, it seems as though nobody has heard from him since last week.
Hank: Does that have you worried?
S. Jackson: Worried, no. Cautious might be the better word to use. See I'm not a stupid man by any means Hank. Even I know that if I walk into this match this week without Swift, or with him but not on the same page as him, that the chances of walking out of Kutztown with a win are going to be significantly low. Like I said, Knoxville and Kash are a solid team, and although no one including myself in WCF have seen them wrestle, they are veterans of the squared circle.
Hank: For being your opponents you seem to not have much of anything negative to say about them.
S. Jackson: Hank, quite simply, talk is cheap. A guy can spend hours on end running his mouth and make all sorts of promises and threats, but in the end if he can't back it up, then what good does it do.
Jackson sets his fork down and leans back in the booth, placing his right arm across the shoulders of Brooke, who slides over closer to him.
S. Jackson: See, I'm a man of action. I let my performance do all the talking for me. But enough business talk, let's get back to dinner. Brooke and I have plans for later on before I head to the airport.
Hank: Oh? You think I cou..
Hank looks up from his plate and notices Brooke and Shaun kissing in front of him.
Hank: Ah, I see. Those kind of plans.
The scene fades to black as Hank goes back to finishing his steak as Shaun and Brooke continue to kiss.
