Post by bishop on May 5, 2011 21:08:05 GMT -5
* The scene opens with Nate Bishop arriving at the Arena. Although Nate doesn’t have a match this week, he’ll be in attendance to support his fellow DangerTainment members for their matches. Nate gets out of the car and starts to head for the entrance, leaving Odin Balfore to get he bags and follow along inside. Once inside Nate looks confused as to where their locker room is.*
Odin: It’s down here Nate.
* Odin leads the way towards a room marked “ Dangerously Entertaining.” *
Odin: here we are.
Nate: What the hell? This ain’t it.
* Odin looks at the sign and laughs. *
Odin: What; oh you know how the teamsters fuck everything up. Just go inside. I’ll be right behind you. I’m gonna get a bottle of water out of the bag first.
* Odin opens the door and allows Nate in the dark room, Nate walks inside , looking up as he flicks the light switch on an off to no avvail. Meanwhile Odin slowly opens the duffle bag on his shoulder and gets a lead pipe. And conceals it up against his forearm. *
Odin: See, those fuckin’ teamsters don’t fuck around when they don’t get their mandatory lunch break.
Nate: I know righ--
* Odin cuts Nate off as he dashes at him and cracks nate off the skull with the pipe. *
Odin: and neither do I.
* Odin mounts Nate with his fist still clutching pipe as he continues to wail away at Nate.*
Odin: Do you think this is some sort of game, huh? What; you think your fucking entitled? The god damn chosen future? Just because your DAD-DDY did it, you can too? Hit the lights.
* the lights come back on as Odin drops the pipe and grabs Nate by the hair, holding his head up. *
Odin: What’s the matter, Nate? Did I hurt you? So sorry.
* Odin punches Nate in the face again. *
Odin: For eleven fucking years I’ve slaved in this business. I’ve worked my ass off in this business. I’ve gotten shit pay, shit booking and nothing to show for it. I’ve also worked my ass off, got the best damn booking and gold to prove it. You think you can just walk on the scene and be this big superstar? Get up!
* Odin lifts Nate up by his hair and back hands him, causing Nate to stumble backwards on a couch. *
Odin: Do you think I enjoy all this, all the shit I’ve been through? Do you know the slightest fraction of what guys like me have been through? No! you don’t ! Its alright though Nate because I’m about to show you.
* Odin picks Nate up and slams him against the wall before punching him out again. Nate slumps a bit, trying to pull himself back up. *
Odin: Shit hurts, doesn’t it ? Do you know what that’s called? That’s called a fucking receipt. That’s My thanks to you for this bullshit. I’m not gonna play your little fourth string body guard to a third string fucking jobber!
Nate: Odin.. Odin.. Stop.. Please.
Odin; don’t you fucking beg- you’re suppose to be DT. You’re suppose to be this fucking hardcore big shot. Well look at you now.
* Nate tries to take a swing at Odin but it gets caught. Odin squeezes Nate hand in his fist, crushing it. Nate screams in pain but Odin takes no pity. *
Odin: Wait, what was that? Was that a cry for help? Maybe I should get the pipe and crack you in the jaw so I don’t have to hear about how your this future epidemic.
* Odin lets Nate go as he walks over to get the pipe as Nate takes the time to try and get an advantage. Nate starts pounding on Odin’s back and even hits him with his modified calf kick but it has effect on Odin. *
Odin: you wana feel what eleven years in the business feels like?
* Nate doesn’t respond, he just starts hammering away, trying to land shots on Odin’s jaw. Odin replies with a knee lift that sends Nate doubling over and dry heaving a little bit as he falls to the ground an inches over against the wall. *
Odin: I use to have title- I used to be the best part of the best tag team in the entire industry. My name use to put fans in areas and wrestlers on edge. I used to- where as you never did. I used too, where you never could. I used to, Nate. I used to and still can, where as you never will again.
* Odin shrugs and continues in a casual, monotone voice. *
Odin: But that’s the breaks right? To have all the talent in the world an yet have it all taken away from you.
Nate: Odin.. We’re like family. Why are you doing this?
Odin: Family? Family? What- like DangerTainment Family? SCREW DANGERTAINMENT! I’m not some busted down big man that’s just gonna sit back and watch you guys. Our past with your dad in his promotion doesn’t mean a damn thing anymore. Nobody remembers him and nobody will remember you. I’m the best big man in this business , ever- period!
Nate: Fuck you, Odin!
Odin: That’s your second lesson in wrestling, Nate: Don’t Trust Anybody. You’re dad is a nobody- always will be a nobody. Like father, like son.
* Nate tries to get up as anger consumes him but Odin cracks him again with the pipe. *
Odin: wrestling’s all about making a statement, Nate. Thus far you haven’t really done a damn thing but here’s mine- I’m taking all of you out.
* Odin hits Nate in the skull again before picking him up and smashing his head through the wall, leaving him there to hang. *
Odin: here’s your third and final lesson, Nate: My will is law and there’s nothing you or Kash and Shane can do about it! Mavericks back!
* Odin drops the pipe and walk out, leaving the camera to zoom in on and fade to the image of Nate, hanging head first in the wall of the locker room. *
