Post by shaunsexton on Jun 18, 2006 10:38:20 GMT -5
(The scene opens with a shot of Shaun Sexton walking into a local Las Vegas Bar. The scene cuts to the inside of the bar. It seems to be a busy place. There is the bar itself, a few pool tables, and some pinball machines. Shaun is seen walking through the door. It seems that this is a place that Shaun visits often, because he shakes a few people hands as he makes his way towards the bar. He sits on an empty bar stool and waits for the bartender to come over to him. Shaun looks up at a television that is above the bar and watches a few seconds of a World Cup game that is playing on it. Shaun attention then turns to the bartender when he makes his way over to him.)
Bartender: Shaun, nice to see you back in your old hangout?
Shaun Sexton: Glad to finally have some down time to be able to come back in here. The past few weeks have been crazy. Give me the usual.
(The bartender walks over and gets a frozen glass. The bartender takes the glass and fills it up with cold Budweiser Draft Beer. After filling the cup up, the bartender slides the cup down to Shaun. They continue their conversation at this point.)
Bartender: I saw your two matches. They were awesome. You proved you belong in the WCF and that you are a major player on the WCF roster.
SS: I guess we will see.
(Shaun takes a few drinks from his beer. Just as Shaun finishes his sentence the bartender directs his attention to the television above the bar. A WCF Sunday Slam commercial in playing. The commercial is hyping up the five man over the top rope battle royal for the Television Title. A voice over is playing as video is playing of the five men and their past interactions.)
Voice on Commercial: Five men will enter. Four will be eliminated by being thrown over the top to the floor. Jack of Blades, Ace, Crimisin Apocalypse, Matthew Draven, and Shaun Sexton, four challengers, one champ who will survive?
(The commercial ends and the two men continue their conversation)
Bartender: Wow! That match should be good.
SS: When I first heard about this match, I thought that WCF management was putting five of us in this match because they had nothing better to do with us, but then I got thinking about the opportunity that I am being given. Think about it like this, all I have to do is survive. I don’t have to pin anyone or make any submit all I have to do is avoid being dumped over the top rope to the floor. Theatrically all I have to do is eliminate the final person and I am the new WCF Television Champion.
Bartender: Good point. I saw the what Jack of Blades did the other day. That dude is crazy.
SS: Jack is freaking insane. He was torturing someone of fun. I think that qualifies for him for the insane asylum. I think he is truly underestimating me. Creeping Death fell into the same trap and you see that I almost pinned him. I mean I understand that Jack thinks he is a clown. I hope one day that he can reach his true goal of traveling for town to town not wrestling but in the circus. He should be one of those clowns that packs in the little car and then jumps out and juggles. He can run up to kids and blow up balloon animals. Or maybe he could do some kid’s birthday party. He could pull a bunny out of a hat or something like that. I bet deep down all the way from his oversized shoes to the tip of his big red nose, he thinks that his little tactics make me afraid. Little does he know that It by Stephan King is one of my favorite movies and books. Freaky clowns don’t scare like they do most people.
Bartender: What about that new guy ummm. Crimisin something.
SS: Crimsin is the new guy and I really could care less about him. He thinks he the greatest thing to ever hit WCF but apparently he hasn’t seen me yet. I heard that he and David Alastair used to beat the crap out of each other in deathmatches or something. I just don’t understand those deathmatch guys. The marquee reads wrestling not hit each other over the head with garbage cans and throwing each other into barbed-wire. I hope he knows that I could care less about what he and David did in some other crappy redneck company, that this is the big time and I don’t have to hit people with garbage cans to get over. I can wrestle and get over. He better be prepared to wrestle and not garbage wrestle.
Ace is the only other guy that I really see as a potential threat to me winning this match. Ace has been to the top before; he knows what it is like to hold the gold. He understands all the perks that go along with that gold. He thinks that he is the highest card in the deck, but I can fix that little problem. Being that I am from Vegas and I know a thing or two about how the house always wins, fixing a deck of cards would be quite simple. All it would take is one crooked dealer to reach in the deck and pull out those four Aces and then Ace would be nothing more than a card with no meaning. Then there is that wannabe Prince of Darkness. All I can say about him is that he thinks he is way better than is he and way better than he ever will be. He is just a new as I am but unlike me he is nowhere to be found. Last week he is the reason that I still have not scored a victory in WCF competition. I will make sure to exact my revenge in this match by taking him and throwing him over the top and eliminating the royal man from dark land.
(Shaun finishes his beer and gives the glass back to the bartender.)
Bartender: Want another?
SS: No. I have to go and catch my plane for the show.
Bartender: Good luck Sunday.
SS: Luck what the heck, I thought that you knew me better than that. I don’t need luck. My skills in the ring will more than make up for the luck that you think that I will need on Sunday. See after Sunday night I will be the new WCF Television Champion, and this place will no longer be worthy of my presence.
(Shaun angrily gets up off the stool and walks toward the front door. A fan walks up to him to ask him for his autograph and he just brushes past them to get to the front door. Outside a limo is waiting to carry him to the airport. Shaun exits the bar and gets into the limo. The limo pulls out of the parking lot and onto the street. Once the limo is out of sight the scene fades to black.)
