Post by Wreck on Jan 16, 2006 14:03:35 GMT -5
Wreck is seen hopping into his SUV in the back of an alley. He takes a the key and starts the car. The leather seats begin to shake as he revs the engine with a massive grin on his face. He switches the radio station and begins to blast the stereo. The hard rock blasts throughout the car as he swiftly pulls out of the alley and begins driving down the street. He starts going faster and faster, and without even realizing it, he runs a red light.
No big deal. Not like there were any cops around…
Wreck shrugs it off and lets out a little chuckle as he keeps driving. Out of nowhere, Wreck stops the car, slamming hard on the brakes which thrusts him into the steering wheel. He looks confused for a second and then turns the radio down. It’s the WCF promo.
Damn, I haven’t heard this in so long….[/color]
Radio: W! C! F! In just a few days, WCF will be back with it’s traditional WAR! Seth Lerch has brought back his famous lineup of Logan, Davey Ortega, Rick Mad and MORE! Only $39.95!
It’s like….it’s like nothing has changed. I need to get over to speak to Seth now…
Wreck starts driving along again once the promo is finished. He drives like the wreckless man he is. He doesn’t use his signals, nearly hits 5 cars, and beeps at everyone going 5 miles slower than him. All the while he has a huge grin on his face. He pulls up infront of the WCF headquarters and gets out of his car.[/b]
Doorman: Sir, you can’t park he….Wreck? Christ! Let me park this for you, it’s good to see you’re back!
Wreck acknowledges the doorman’s comment, pats him on the back, and keeps walking. He walks into the building and heads straight for Seth Lerch’s office. In the halls, wrestlers pass him by, but no one truly acknowledges his existence. He finally reaches the row of offices and changing rooms. He slowly walks by, reading each Placard.[/b]
THIS ROOM RESERVED FOR *RICK MAD*
THIS ROOM RESERVED FOR *LOGAN*
THIS ROOM RESERVED FOR *DAVEY ORTEGA*
Wreck smiles as he reads each sign. He finally reaches the office of ‘SETH LERCH’. He knocks on the door, and here’s a stressed voice yell ‘Come in…’. Wreck opens the door and sees Seth Lerch standing at his desk, sorting through papers.
Wreck: Seth?
Seth Lerch: Wreck! Good to see you. Now sit down, we need to talk.
Wreck sits down, and without even stopping his sorting, Seth begins to talk.[/b]
Seth Lerch: Listen Wreck, I brought you back, but we need to talk about something. No more of this ‘I’M CRAZY!’ shit. You’ve had somewhat of a tough life, I know, but guess what? This is WCF, not the streets. I don’t want you acting like a gangster, because you AREN’T! I’ve known you for awhile, and I don’t want to see you get fucked up like you have. Alright?
Wreck: Heh, yeah. I understand. And Seth…..?
Seth Lerch: What?
Wreck: Thank you for calling me. It’s…um….great to be back….
Wreck seems to be hesitant about his words, but still smiles. Seth looks up at him and smiles, and tosses him a placard which says ‘WRECK’ on it.[/b]
Seth Lerch: Take the first room on the right…
Wreck leaves the room as Seth gets back to organizing his papers. Wreck walks down the hallway, looking at the rooms he’s next to. No one he’s ever heard of, but nonetheless, he enters his dressing room. Completely empty except for a couch and a desk. Wreck smiles as he takes off his coat and goes outside. Wreck starts walking around outside, taking deep breathes.[/b][/color]
God damn….It’s been so long…I….I miss it…
He starts walking back towards the building, and decides he’s going to drive home to pick up some things for his dressing room. Wreck reaches the Doorman and the doorman looks at the ground.
Wreck: Hey, could I grab my car?
Doorman: Of course, but I want to wish you my condolences. I know it’s a little late, but I felt it necessary.
Wreck: Condolences? For what?
Doorman: Your wife, didn’t she die last year?
Wreck noticeably becomes uneasy as he turns around. He grabs his head, and swings back around.[/b]
Wreck: Just give me my fuckin’ car, ok!?
The doorman’s face turns pale white as he quickly grabs Wreck’s keys off of the rack and runs into the garage.
What…. I thought people would have forgot by now…..Shit.
The Doorman swings the car around and parks it next to Wreck. He hops in and drives away. He starts speeding down the road in a fit of anger as the scene fades out.
No big deal. Not like there were any cops around…
Wreck shrugs it off and lets out a little chuckle as he keeps driving. Out of nowhere, Wreck stops the car, slamming hard on the brakes which thrusts him into the steering wheel. He looks confused for a second and then turns the radio down. It’s the WCF promo.
Damn, I haven’t heard this in so long….[/color]
Radio: W! C! F! In just a few days, WCF will be back with it’s traditional WAR! Seth Lerch has brought back his famous lineup of Logan, Davey Ortega, Rick Mad and MORE! Only $39.95!
It’s like….it’s like nothing has changed. I need to get over to speak to Seth now…
Wreck starts driving along again once the promo is finished. He drives like the wreckless man he is. He doesn’t use his signals, nearly hits 5 cars, and beeps at everyone going 5 miles slower than him. All the while he has a huge grin on his face. He pulls up infront of the WCF headquarters and gets out of his car.[/b]
Doorman: Sir, you can’t park he….Wreck? Christ! Let me park this for you, it’s good to see you’re back!
Wreck acknowledges the doorman’s comment, pats him on the back, and keeps walking. He walks into the building and heads straight for Seth Lerch’s office. In the halls, wrestlers pass him by, but no one truly acknowledges his existence. He finally reaches the row of offices and changing rooms. He slowly walks by, reading each Placard.[/b]
THIS ROOM RESERVED FOR *RICK MAD*
THIS ROOM RESERVED FOR *LOGAN*
THIS ROOM RESERVED FOR *DAVEY ORTEGA*
Wreck smiles as he reads each sign. He finally reaches the office of ‘SETH LERCH’. He knocks on the door, and here’s a stressed voice yell ‘Come in…’. Wreck opens the door and sees Seth Lerch standing at his desk, sorting through papers.
Wreck: Seth?
Seth Lerch: Wreck! Good to see you. Now sit down, we need to talk.
Wreck sits down, and without even stopping his sorting, Seth begins to talk.[/b]
Seth Lerch: Listen Wreck, I brought you back, but we need to talk about something. No more of this ‘I’M CRAZY!’ shit. You’ve had somewhat of a tough life, I know, but guess what? This is WCF, not the streets. I don’t want you acting like a gangster, because you AREN’T! I’ve known you for awhile, and I don’t want to see you get fucked up like you have. Alright?
Wreck: Heh, yeah. I understand. And Seth…..?
Seth Lerch: What?
Wreck: Thank you for calling me. It’s…um….great to be back….
Wreck seems to be hesitant about his words, but still smiles. Seth looks up at him and smiles, and tosses him a placard which says ‘WRECK’ on it.[/b]
Seth Lerch: Take the first room on the right…
Wreck leaves the room as Seth gets back to organizing his papers. Wreck walks down the hallway, looking at the rooms he’s next to. No one he’s ever heard of, but nonetheless, he enters his dressing room. Completely empty except for a couch and a desk. Wreck smiles as he takes off his coat and goes outside. Wreck starts walking around outside, taking deep breathes.[/b][/color]
God damn….It’s been so long…I….I miss it…
He starts walking back towards the building, and decides he’s going to drive home to pick up some things for his dressing room. Wreck reaches the Doorman and the doorman looks at the ground.
Wreck: Hey, could I grab my car?
Doorman: Of course, but I want to wish you my condolences. I know it’s a little late, but I felt it necessary.
Wreck: Condolences? For what?
Doorman: Your wife, didn’t she die last year?
Wreck noticeably becomes uneasy as he turns around. He grabs his head, and swings back around.[/b]
Wreck: Just give me my fuckin’ car, ok!?
The doorman’s face turns pale white as he quickly grabs Wreck’s keys off of the rack and runs into the garage.
What…. I thought people would have forgot by now…..Shit.
The Doorman swings the car around and parks it next to Wreck. He hops in and drives away. He starts speeding down the road in a fit of anger as the scene fades out.
