Post by sss on Feb 21, 2007 19:03:38 GMT -6
The scene opens in the concession area of the POW arena. Shawn Stevens is completely ready for his match by wearing his green and gold leather pants with the bandana with the gold stars on it. Triple S is behind the counter chatting with the crew working it. He is apparently doing a small meet and greet, signing autographs for the fans who ask for it as they wait for their food and drink. He is sipping on a bottle of water while he does so. A young girl in a short skirt and a "Macros" tank top walks up and wants a hug from Stevens. He obliges and walks around to hug the girl and pose for a picture.
Shawn: What's your name?
Girl: Maria. I've been a Triple S fan since I saw you beat Josh Eagles for the UWL Heavyweight Championship.
Shawn: Good to know. Someone should tell Rich Morrison that.
Kid in the Background: RICH SUCKS!
Teenager in the Background: YEAH MORRISON IS GARBAGE!
Maria: THANKS SHAWN! I LOVE YOU!
Stevens blushes a little cause the girl is a bit young, but then laughs as the girl grabs her food and leaves. He takes a swig of his water and caps the bottle back up. A twenty-something guy dressed to match the ring attire of Reck Maverick comes up next. He has the POW program and the page is turned to Shawn Stevens'. He holds it up offering it for Stevens to sign.
Guy: This is free?
Shawn: Of course, why would I charge my fans? I'm not Morrison. I treat people with respect if they deserve it. You all here wanting to talk to me and get my autograph shows me that everything that has come out of Morrison's mouth has been bullshit.
Guy: Hell, I've seen a few members of the roster around the building already. But Morrison hasn't even stepped foot out here.
Shawn: That's cause he believes he is better than everyone. When he isnt. But you will all get what you want tonight.
Guy: Damn straight. I can't wait for you to beat him for the POW Heavyweight Championship.
Shawn: Be sure to buy the upcoming US Wrestling Magazine debute issue. It has an exclusive interview with your's truly.
Guy: Already paid for my subscription.
Shawn: Yeah Kip Anderson called me. Said Morrison chased him out to the parking lot demanding an interview or else. Then made Kip tell him he was getting the cover. He can't really believe that. Kip has no pull at that place yet to get that kind of deal. Morrison is gonna be vastly disappointed when he sees that he's not only not the cover-story, but not even a story period.
Guy: HAHAHA!
The guy walks off with his program and food. And an middle-aged looking man in a Baltimore Oriels baseball cap comes walking up. He has the cap pulled down over his face which is covered in a scruffy beard. He is also wearing one of the new POW First Rights promotional T-shirts and jeans. He begins to order his food and he sounds like he has a bad cold because his voice is raspy.
Man: Yeah, nachos and a few beers.
Vendor: We don't have beer here. This is a family setting.
Man: Well shit. Nachos and a Coke?
Vendor: We only have Pepsi products. That ok?
The man sighs. Stevens is posing for a picture while the man shakes his head at his options.
Man: First no beer, then no Coke. Shit. Capaci better get to work on that. Everyone knows Coke is better than Pepsi. And no beer? Are you kidding me?
Vendor: Reck Maverick pulled some strings and got us a Pepsi contract.
The man tilts his head up and peeks out from under the bill.
Man: Reck Maverick is here? Hmm....that sounds interesting. He's always been one of my favorites. Gotta love the Ninja. But yeah Pepsi is fine, don't forget the nachos. Extra cheese.
While the vendor gets the man's food. The man takes notice of Shawn Stevens leaning on the side of the counter.
Man: You're Shawn Stevens. I remember you from the UWL.
Shawn: Yup that's me. The Sensational One. You want an autograph or picture old timer?
Man: Ah, still no respect for your elders huh?
Stevens looks confused wondering what he did to piss the man off. The man chuckles.
Man: Nah, I've never been that big of a fan of your's.
Shawn: So you want Morrison to win tonight?
Man: Shew, hell no. I said I've never been a big enough fan for an autograph, but I sure like the way you work. Cocky little bastard. Reminds me of me when I was a kid. Plus I hate Morrison. Never liked him even since I saw him in UWL.
The vendor hands the man his food. The old guy steps out of line and right infront of Stevens.
Man: Well kid, I wish you the best of luck tonight. I'll be watching in the stands. You better shut that loudmouth up once and for all.
Shawn: Thanks man. Sorry about pissing you off with the old timer comment. Didn't mean to strike a nerve.
Man: Heh, I should have expected it. Like I said, I've known you and you remind me of me. All talk AND you back it up.
Shawn: Well I hope to make your night then because I plan on beating Morrison for the title.
Man: You know anything about contracts or tryouts for this place?
Shawn: For you?
Stevens starts to scoff and laugh at the man, then catches himself.
Man: Yeah for me......
Shawn: You gotta pass a physical and prove you can make it. But I think contacting Capaci would be the best bet. I could hook you up with his office.
Man: Great, I'll check into it. Just don't be suprised if you see me again someday. Who knows I could even be challenging you for that POW Heavyweight Title when you win it tonight.
Shawn: Whatever you say man.
The man's head snaps up to look Stevens dead in the eyes. Stevens straightens up and looks to be ready to fight if the man takes a swing.
Man: HEY! I said don't be suprised.
He coughs a little to clear his throat. Stevens relaxes and takes a sip from his water bottle.
Man: I'd be willing to be you'd NEVER see it coming.......
Stevens spits out the water in his mouth and his eyes go wide in shock. He sees who is beneath the beard and cap. He looks like he is staring at a ghost.
Shawn: It can't be.....
Man: Bang, Sensational One........bang........
The man walks off with his food. Stevens stands there in a daze, not believing what just took place. He snaps out of his funk and goes to find that man to see the truth. But he can't find him. Stevens is seen getting a chill down his spine.
Vendor: Who was that?
Shawn: An.....old......friend? I think......
Vendor: I'd say he was old....
Shawn snaps his head to the vendor.
Shawn: No! I mean a friend from long ago, well not really that long.....it just seems like it. I gotta go. I'll be backstage.
Vendor: Later man.
The scene fades to black as Stevens heads to the backstage area and the show gets closer to bell time.