Post by thepredator on Mar 3, 2007 9:24:21 GMT -6
::The scene opens in a dark room. The room is empty except for a plain white table situated in the middle where Dave Hunter is sat with his head in his hands. The door opens and the lights in the room come on as Shane Hunter enters. Shane walks in and sits opposite his brother at the table.::
Shane: Hey, Bro. You okay, man?
Dave: Nah, Shane. I'm pretty f**kin' far from allright.
Shane: This still over you're losing streak?
Dave: Yeah...I haven't won a match since I got here, Shane. I don't know if I can...if I can do it anymore...
Shane: Come on, Dave. Course you can, but you've only had three matches. And all three have been difficult matches. If you wasn't capable of winning anymore, Tito wouldn't have put you in the match...and we watched the show and what was it that the guys said at ringside? "It's a shame someone had to lose because you did so well...
Dave: Yeah, Shane-O...that's all very well and good but I haven't won yet have I. I may very well be performing well but I'm obviously not performing at the level I should be...
Shane: What happened to the Dave Hunter I used to know, huh? If he lost, he got back up and fought, not sit in a dark room with his head in his hands. You just get up and move on to you're next match...
Dave: Shane, I don't even know when my next match will be...
Shane: Okay, so you're not on the card this week, 'cause you're coming to ringside with me for my match against Sykova...Tito has seen what you're capable of, Davey boy, he isn't gonna just let you go. Okay, you haven't reached you're potential yet...you've got loads of time.
Dave: You see, Shane...that's were you're wrong man. I'm forty years old in nine days...I haven't got long at all...I've been doubting my ability for months...since I lost the TV Title in UWC. I don't think I can do this anymore.
::Shane stands up, walks round to Dave's side of the table and pulls him up by his arms. Shane gets up in Dave's face.::
Shane: Get you're f**king act together, man. You know full well you can still do this. Look at you. You're over 270 pounds and nearly forty years old. You're quick...not as quick as me if I may add...damn it, I'm the Shooting Star! But seriously now, you've lost no pace, no ability...you're exactly the same as you was twelve months ago, if not better. Stop with all the f**king doubting!
::Dave holds Shane by his arms, pushes him back into his chair calmly and looks down at his younger brother.::
Dave: Okay, smart ass, I've not got a match this week, but I have a plan...a big plan. I'm gonna make an announcement at the house show tonight, and it's gonna be live on the website for everyone around the world to hear...now you, Big Ci and Lance might think that I'm a little too hasty and I'm being a little paranoid about my ability but I plan to make a challenge tonight! And not you, Big Ci or Lance is gonna stop me.
Shane: You're your own man...I'm not gonna stop you from doing anythin'. But don't go making a mistake...you're not only my partner and fellow Horseman...you're my brother...I don't wanna see you do anything you might regret.
Dave: Don't worry about me Shane-O...I'm gonna be just fine.
::Dave punches the table, making Shane jump and he pats his brother on the back.::
Dave: Come on, lets go and find the guys...
::Shane stands up watching his brother sceptically and follows him out of the door...::
Shane: Hey, Bro. You okay, man?
Dave: Nah, Shane. I'm pretty f**kin' far from allright.
Shane: This still over you're losing streak?
Dave: Yeah...I haven't won a match since I got here, Shane. I don't know if I can...if I can do it anymore...
Shane: Come on, Dave. Course you can, but you've only had three matches. And all three have been difficult matches. If you wasn't capable of winning anymore, Tito wouldn't have put you in the match...and we watched the show and what was it that the guys said at ringside? "It's a shame someone had to lose because you did so well...
Dave: Yeah, Shane-O...that's all very well and good but I haven't won yet have I. I may very well be performing well but I'm obviously not performing at the level I should be...
Shane: What happened to the Dave Hunter I used to know, huh? If he lost, he got back up and fought, not sit in a dark room with his head in his hands. You just get up and move on to you're next match...
Dave: Shane, I don't even know when my next match will be...
Shane: Okay, so you're not on the card this week, 'cause you're coming to ringside with me for my match against Sykova...Tito has seen what you're capable of, Davey boy, he isn't gonna just let you go. Okay, you haven't reached you're potential yet...you've got loads of time.
Dave: You see, Shane...that's were you're wrong man. I'm forty years old in nine days...I haven't got long at all...I've been doubting my ability for months...since I lost the TV Title in UWC. I don't think I can do this anymore.
::Shane stands up, walks round to Dave's side of the table and pulls him up by his arms. Shane gets up in Dave's face.::
Shane: Get you're f**king act together, man. You know full well you can still do this. Look at you. You're over 270 pounds and nearly forty years old. You're quick...not as quick as me if I may add...damn it, I'm the Shooting Star! But seriously now, you've lost no pace, no ability...you're exactly the same as you was twelve months ago, if not better. Stop with all the f**king doubting!
::Dave holds Shane by his arms, pushes him back into his chair calmly and looks down at his younger brother.::
Dave: Okay, smart ass, I've not got a match this week, but I have a plan...a big plan. I'm gonna make an announcement at the house show tonight, and it's gonna be live on the website for everyone around the world to hear...now you, Big Ci and Lance might think that I'm a little too hasty and I'm being a little paranoid about my ability but I plan to make a challenge tonight! And not you, Big Ci or Lance is gonna stop me.
Shane: You're your own man...I'm not gonna stop you from doing anythin'. But don't go making a mistake...you're not only my partner and fellow Horseman...you're my brother...I don't wanna see you do anything you might regret.
Dave: Don't worry about me Shane-O...I'm gonna be just fine.
::Dave punches the table, making Shane jump and he pats his brother on the back.::
Dave: Come on, lets go and find the guys...
::Shane stands up watching his brother sceptically and follows him out of the door...::