Post by Wreck on Jan 13, 2006 22:06:17 GMT -5
The scene opens, showing a busy street. Cars are moving by at fast speeds, people curiously looking around on their way to work. Horns are honking, people are chattering. All is well on this morning, except for one thing. There is a man dressed in a black hoodie leaning against the closest brick building. The hood is pulled over his face, and he’s smoking a cigarette, with his face masked by the peculiar shadows. A busy woman on her way to work bumps into him, forcing him to drop the cigarette on the ground, while her papers spill out everywhere. He gives her a somewhat dirty look, but then proceeds to help her pick up her papers. She thanks him, and keeps moving as he steps on the cigarette.
I was once scum….pushed around…helpless. All that changed once I began wrestling. I felt like I had a future, I felt like I was someone. I was a changed man…It’s all gone. I’m back to scum….
More people begin walking into their buildings and the street thins out. 2 somewhat rough teens walk by, causing quite a lot of noise. Wearing bandanas over their faces, they walk over to the lonely man in black. They look at him and start to laugh out loud.
Hey! You! Gimme some fuckin’ money! And gimme a cig while your at it too….
Leave me alone before I get angry….Please….
Yo! Did you hear what the hell we said? You aint no HULK, boy!
The lonely man in black then pushes one of the teens back and grabs the other by the throat. He looks him straight in the eyes, although the shadow still masks his face. He then lets out a big grin as he drops the second teenager and the first stumbles up. They begin backing up as the man once more lights up a cigarette.
I don’t think you want to make me angry….
The two teenagers run off into the city park as the lonely man lets out a sigh of relief. A cop car drives by and rolls down the window, but the man waves him on. The cop nods and continues making his rounds. The man leans back onto the wall and takes the cigarette out of his mouth. He puts his head in his hands, and begins to take off the hood.
Like them, I was just like them…I can’t even imagine. God dammit, why did it have to end? I had a life, for once, I had a life. I am not street scum, I’m a wrestler. I’m Wreck
The man pulls off the hood to reveal the one and only Wreck. With his badly shaved face, and odd attire, it’s hard to notice who it truly is. His once ‘bright’ boots are now dull, and his tight T-shirts have become sweatshirts. Not only has his attire changed, but his attitude as well.
Without wrestling….WCF… I have nothing to live for. What the hell will I do? Mug people to get by? That’s no way to live…
A faint cellphone ringing is heard in the background. The ringer, ‘Head Like A Hole’ puts a big smile on Wreck’s face as he begins to laugh. His cellphone is set so that his entrance song (Head Like A Hole) rings specifically when WCF is calling him. He’s so excited that he almost forgets to answer the phone. He quickly flips it open and fumbles it in his hands.
Wreck: He….he….hello?
Seth Lerch: Seth Lerch from WCF, is Wreck there?
Wreck: Seth…Holy Shit! Why are you calling me!? What’s going on, man? Any news on if WCF is reopening…?
Hope can be seen on Wreck’s scruff face, but there is silence on the other end of the phone. Wreck’s smile soon turns to a blank face as his eyes face towards the ground.
Seth Lerch: I…I don’t know how to put this. Wreck, WCF is opening back up, and I want you to come back.
Wreck: Seth, you know me, I’m there. You’ve given me something to look forward to. For once, I feel like I’m back to my normal self….haven’t felt this way in a long time, Seth, a very long time.
Seth Lerch: I know Wreck, I know. Anyways, I’ll see you soon to set up a contract.
A dial tone is heard as Wreck closes the cellphone slowly. He lets out an eager ‘YES!’ as he puts it back into his pocket and walks into the alley. He leans up against a wall and jingles in his pocket for some car keys. He takes them out, and opens the closest SUV to him.
Time to head home….time to prove myself, once more. To the world. To WCF. To Myself.
I was once scum….pushed around…helpless. All that changed once I began wrestling. I felt like I had a future, I felt like I was someone. I was a changed man…It’s all gone. I’m back to scum….
More people begin walking into their buildings and the street thins out. 2 somewhat rough teens walk by, causing quite a lot of noise. Wearing bandanas over their faces, they walk over to the lonely man in black. They look at him and start to laugh out loud.
Hey! You! Gimme some fuckin’ money! And gimme a cig while your at it too….
Leave me alone before I get angry….Please….
Yo! Did you hear what the hell we said? You aint no HULK, boy!
The lonely man in black then pushes one of the teens back and grabs the other by the throat. He looks him straight in the eyes, although the shadow still masks his face. He then lets out a big grin as he drops the second teenager and the first stumbles up. They begin backing up as the man once more lights up a cigarette.
I don’t think you want to make me angry….
The two teenagers run off into the city park as the lonely man lets out a sigh of relief. A cop car drives by and rolls down the window, but the man waves him on. The cop nods and continues making his rounds. The man leans back onto the wall and takes the cigarette out of his mouth. He puts his head in his hands, and begins to take off the hood.
Like them, I was just like them…I can’t even imagine. God dammit, why did it have to end? I had a life, for once, I had a life. I am not street scum, I’m a wrestler. I’m Wreck
The man pulls off the hood to reveal the one and only Wreck. With his badly shaved face, and odd attire, it’s hard to notice who it truly is. His once ‘bright’ boots are now dull, and his tight T-shirts have become sweatshirts. Not only has his attire changed, but his attitude as well.
Without wrestling….WCF… I have nothing to live for. What the hell will I do? Mug people to get by? That’s no way to live…
A faint cellphone ringing is heard in the background. The ringer, ‘Head Like A Hole’ puts a big smile on Wreck’s face as he begins to laugh. His cellphone is set so that his entrance song (Head Like A Hole) rings specifically when WCF is calling him. He’s so excited that he almost forgets to answer the phone. He quickly flips it open and fumbles it in his hands.
Wreck: He….he….hello?
Seth Lerch: Seth Lerch from WCF, is Wreck there?
Wreck: Seth…Holy Shit! Why are you calling me!? What’s going on, man? Any news on if WCF is reopening…?
Hope can be seen on Wreck’s scruff face, but there is silence on the other end of the phone. Wreck’s smile soon turns to a blank face as his eyes face towards the ground.
Seth Lerch: I…I don’t know how to put this. Wreck, WCF is opening back up, and I want you to come back.
Wreck: Seth, you know me, I’m there. You’ve given me something to look forward to. For once, I feel like I’m back to my normal self….haven’t felt this way in a long time, Seth, a very long time.
Seth Lerch: I know Wreck, I know. Anyways, I’ll see you soon to set up a contract.
A dial tone is heard as Wreck closes the cellphone slowly. He lets out an eager ‘YES!’ as he puts it back into his pocket and walks into the alley. He leans up against a wall and jingles in his pocket for some car keys. He takes them out, and opens the closest SUV to him.
Time to head home….time to prove myself, once more. To the world. To WCF. To Myself.
