Post by thelonestar on Apr 28, 2007 16:12:50 GMT -6
Part 1: Goodbye
The scene opens into a run down gymnasium. White paint on the walls is flaking and the basketball hopes at either end are bent and dilapidated. In the middle of the gymnasium is a tattered wrestling ring with the mat repaired in several places by masking tape. Sitting around the ring are about 100 spectators. Standing in the ring wearing black baggy shorts with “Star” written in red letters down one leg, black boots and white elbow pads is Brad Armstrong. He has a glum look on his face as he looks around at the small amount of fans. Lifting an old style microphone to his mouth the noise from the crowd lowers.
Brad Armstrong:
Well ladies and gentlemen that time has finally come. I’ve enjoyed every single night here in Arizona Pro Wrestling but a time comes in a wrestlers career where he must move on. I would like to thank everyone who has supported me this first year of my career. Especially Alberto Gomez the owner of APW for believing in me and giving me my big break into pro wrestling.
Mainly I would like to thank all of your amazing fans for supporting me and cheering my name every week. Because without you guys I would be out on the curb a long time ago. I know you guys want me to stay but Alberto Gomez can no longer pay my wages and I have a family who need feeding. Perhaps some day I could return to APW and wrestle for you guys again.
People ask me what now for The Lone Star. Well a bigger territory in the mid-west has approached me. They have better facilities, the crowds are bigger and it is quite a bit more money. I will be moving to Kansas in the coming weeks and perhaps you can still watch me by purchasing the monthly events on DVD.
I will be remaining behind after the show if anyone wants an autograph or a photo.
The crowd start to chant, “Don’t go Lone Star” as Brad Armstrong climbs out of the ring and walks past the front row spectators. Some of them look at him in disgust as he makes his way through a side door in the gym. As this happens the scene fades out…
Part 2: The Mentor
The scene fades back into the gymnasium several hours later. Sitting on the edge of the ring with his head in his hands is Brad Armstrong. The room is now empty only an old man in overalls remains stacking chairs. Brad Armstrong raises his head and looks at the old man.
Brad Armstrong:
Excuse me…could I ask your name?
Old man:
The names Bruce. I’ve been stacking chairs for APW for the past 7 years here in this gym. I tell you...you’re going to be big son. You were an asset to APW but your right you can’t stay at the bottom all your life. You’ve got to move on. The fans loved you and I’ve never seen a man with such pure wrestling ability. It’s almost majestic when you are wrestling.
Brad Armstrong:
Well if they loved me so much how come no one stayed behind to say goodbye?
Bruce:
Because this is Phoenix son. People down here are used to being the bottom of the barrel. Their lives are so monotonous that the one day a week they could come here; they could forget about their own lives and just watch. However, you’ve given them hope.
Brad Armstrong:
How have I given them hope?
Bruce:
What places do all the celebrities come from generally?
Brad Armstrong:
Las Vegas…Florida…Miami…
Bruce:
Exactly. This area is so run down that if you haven’t gotten stabbed by the time your 40 then your one lucky fellow. You’re moving on up son. You’re Arizona born and bred and your making a name for yourself. This gives them hope that one day they could do the same. Living the American dream son. In the modern days of science and computers this is sometimes forgotten.
Brad Armstrong:
Yeah your right. I’ve got to live for the moment and seize every opportunity because others aren’t as lucky.
Bruce:
Yep. Now you’re getting it.
Brad Armstrong:
Thanks Bruce. This has helped me a lot.
Bruce:
Well I’ve got chairs to stack.
Brad Armstrong:
Yeah. Alright Bruce.
As Bruce continues to stack the chairs and Brad Armstrong is sitting collecting his thoughts on the edge of the ring a man comes through the door. He is wearing a black suit with a white shirt and a blue tie. Brad Armstrong looks up at the man who is now walking towards him.
Brad Armstrong: (Stuttering)
Your…Jay T. Nitro
Jay T. Nitro: (Confidently)
Yes I am
Brad Armstrong:
What are you doing here
Jay T. Nitro:
Well I came to watch your last match. I’m not an easy man to impress but this was very impressive. The speed and rhythm reminds me of a young Jay T. Nitro. You’ve got talent kid and that’s why I’m here.
So I’m sitting in McDonalds over in Kansas when Tito Capaci walks over to me and says.
“Nitro we got a new kid coming in from Phoenix. He has great potential and how about you go and check him out. If you like him perhaps you could mentor the kid.”
So that’s why I’m here. Your good kid but with me at your side your gonna be great. Forget about APW…POW is where the money is. Next Thursday your opening The Road to Supermania against Dan Real. If you do good you never know this time next month you might just be looking at a Supermania card with your name on it.
Brad Armstrong:
Well that’s very generous of you.
Jay T. Nitro:
Right...well that’s nice. How about we get out of this hell hole and get ourselves some drink. You are old enough to drink right?
Brad Armstrong:
No…I’m only 19
Jay T. Nitro:
Erm…are you kids still into fast food?
Brad Armstrong:
Er…yea. But I don’t have any money.
Jay T. Nitro:
It’s on me. Do you know any fast food places around here?
Brad Armstrong nods his head and walks towards the exit flanked by Jay T. Nitro while the scene fades out…
Part 3: Tactical Big Mac
The scene fades into an old style McDonalds restaurant. Generally the decor is of a beige colour and the staff behind the counter are of a young age with very greasy faces. Brad Armstrong and Jay T. Nitro are sitting at a table with some empty food cartons in front of them. Brad Armstrong wipes his face with a napkin while Jay T. Nitro is sipping on a milkshake.
Jay T. Nitro:
So kid where are you staying in Kansas?
Brad Armstrong:
I’m not sure. With not much funds I guess I will try and rent a place.
Jay T. Nitro:
Nonsense. I have a spare room in my house above the garage. You will stay there until your on your own feet.
Brad Armstrong:
Okay…but what of my opponent on Thursday?
Jay T. Nitro:
Hasn’t really had much success yet. Not ever really made it out of the lower card. However, don’t be fooled because he is one tough S.O.B. who shouldn’t be underestimated. We have some time before your match we can go back and get some training in. You should be confident tho. I feel you got what it takes to get the job done. Alas...but the first step in a very long road to gold.
Brad Armstrong:
Okay. Well I will do my best.
Jay T. Nitro:
Right first off. That is not the attitude that is going to win you championship. You give your all and if that isn’t enough then you better find something extra because otherwise your gonna become jobber fodder my friend.
Brad Armstrong:
Okay. 100%
Jay T. Nitro:
110%
Brad Armstrong:
I’m not sure that it is mathematically possible to give 110%
Jay T. Nitro:
Tell me that when you lying on the mat next Thursday looking up at the lights.
Brad Armstrong:
Well, I better head home I’ve got to catch a plane tomorrow to Kansas. You?
Jay T. Nitro:
I’m heading back tonight. I’ll meet you at the airport when you arrive tomorrow. Bring your gear because tomorrow afternoon I’ve got a gym booked.
The scene fades out with Brad Armstrong walking out of the restaurant and Jay T. Nitro finishing off the reminisce of his milkshake...
[/color][/font][/b]The scene opens into a run down gymnasium. White paint on the walls is flaking and the basketball hopes at either end are bent and dilapidated. In the middle of the gymnasium is a tattered wrestling ring with the mat repaired in several places by masking tape. Sitting around the ring are about 100 spectators. Standing in the ring wearing black baggy shorts with “Star” written in red letters down one leg, black boots and white elbow pads is Brad Armstrong. He has a glum look on his face as he looks around at the small amount of fans. Lifting an old style microphone to his mouth the noise from the crowd lowers.
Brad Armstrong:
Well ladies and gentlemen that time has finally come. I’ve enjoyed every single night here in Arizona Pro Wrestling but a time comes in a wrestlers career where he must move on. I would like to thank everyone who has supported me this first year of my career. Especially Alberto Gomez the owner of APW for believing in me and giving me my big break into pro wrestling.
Mainly I would like to thank all of your amazing fans for supporting me and cheering my name every week. Because without you guys I would be out on the curb a long time ago. I know you guys want me to stay but Alberto Gomez can no longer pay my wages and I have a family who need feeding. Perhaps some day I could return to APW and wrestle for you guys again.
People ask me what now for The Lone Star. Well a bigger territory in the mid-west has approached me. They have better facilities, the crowds are bigger and it is quite a bit more money. I will be moving to Kansas in the coming weeks and perhaps you can still watch me by purchasing the monthly events on DVD.
I will be remaining behind after the show if anyone wants an autograph or a photo.
The crowd start to chant, “Don’t go Lone Star” as Brad Armstrong climbs out of the ring and walks past the front row spectators. Some of them look at him in disgust as he makes his way through a side door in the gym. As this happens the scene fades out…
Part 2: The Mentor
The scene fades back into the gymnasium several hours later. Sitting on the edge of the ring with his head in his hands is Brad Armstrong. The room is now empty only an old man in overalls remains stacking chairs. Brad Armstrong raises his head and looks at the old man.
Brad Armstrong:
Excuse me…could I ask your name?
Old man:
The names Bruce. I’ve been stacking chairs for APW for the past 7 years here in this gym. I tell you...you’re going to be big son. You were an asset to APW but your right you can’t stay at the bottom all your life. You’ve got to move on. The fans loved you and I’ve never seen a man with such pure wrestling ability. It’s almost majestic when you are wrestling.
Brad Armstrong:
Well if they loved me so much how come no one stayed behind to say goodbye?
Bruce:
Because this is Phoenix son. People down here are used to being the bottom of the barrel. Their lives are so monotonous that the one day a week they could come here; they could forget about their own lives and just watch. However, you’ve given them hope.
Brad Armstrong:
How have I given them hope?
Bruce:
What places do all the celebrities come from generally?
Brad Armstrong:
Las Vegas…Florida…Miami…
Bruce:
Exactly. This area is so run down that if you haven’t gotten stabbed by the time your 40 then your one lucky fellow. You’re moving on up son. You’re Arizona born and bred and your making a name for yourself. This gives them hope that one day they could do the same. Living the American dream son. In the modern days of science and computers this is sometimes forgotten.
Brad Armstrong:
Yeah your right. I’ve got to live for the moment and seize every opportunity because others aren’t as lucky.
Bruce:
Yep. Now you’re getting it.
Brad Armstrong:
Thanks Bruce. This has helped me a lot.
Bruce:
Well I’ve got chairs to stack.
Brad Armstrong:
Yeah. Alright Bruce.
As Bruce continues to stack the chairs and Brad Armstrong is sitting collecting his thoughts on the edge of the ring a man comes through the door. He is wearing a black suit with a white shirt and a blue tie. Brad Armstrong looks up at the man who is now walking towards him.
Brad Armstrong: (Stuttering)
Your…Jay T. Nitro
Jay T. Nitro: (Confidently)
Yes I am
Brad Armstrong:
What are you doing here
Jay T. Nitro:
Well I came to watch your last match. I’m not an easy man to impress but this was very impressive. The speed and rhythm reminds me of a young Jay T. Nitro. You’ve got talent kid and that’s why I’m here.
So I’m sitting in McDonalds over in Kansas when Tito Capaci walks over to me and says.
“Nitro we got a new kid coming in from Phoenix. He has great potential and how about you go and check him out. If you like him perhaps you could mentor the kid.”
So that’s why I’m here. Your good kid but with me at your side your gonna be great. Forget about APW…POW is where the money is. Next Thursday your opening The Road to Supermania against Dan Real. If you do good you never know this time next month you might just be looking at a Supermania card with your name on it.
Brad Armstrong:
Well that’s very generous of you.
Jay T. Nitro:
Right...well that’s nice. How about we get out of this hell hole and get ourselves some drink. You are old enough to drink right?
Brad Armstrong:
No…I’m only 19
Jay T. Nitro:
Erm…are you kids still into fast food?
Brad Armstrong:
Er…yea. But I don’t have any money.
Jay T. Nitro:
It’s on me. Do you know any fast food places around here?
Brad Armstrong nods his head and walks towards the exit flanked by Jay T. Nitro while the scene fades out…
Part 3: Tactical Big Mac
The scene fades into an old style McDonalds restaurant. Generally the decor is of a beige colour and the staff behind the counter are of a young age with very greasy faces. Brad Armstrong and Jay T. Nitro are sitting at a table with some empty food cartons in front of them. Brad Armstrong wipes his face with a napkin while Jay T. Nitro is sipping on a milkshake.
Jay T. Nitro:
So kid where are you staying in Kansas?
Brad Armstrong:
I’m not sure. With not much funds I guess I will try and rent a place.
Jay T. Nitro:
Nonsense. I have a spare room in my house above the garage. You will stay there until your on your own feet.
Brad Armstrong:
Okay…but what of my opponent on Thursday?
Jay T. Nitro:
Hasn’t really had much success yet. Not ever really made it out of the lower card. However, don’t be fooled because he is one tough S.O.B. who shouldn’t be underestimated. We have some time before your match we can go back and get some training in. You should be confident tho. I feel you got what it takes to get the job done. Alas...but the first step in a very long road to gold.
Brad Armstrong:
Okay. Well I will do my best.
Jay T. Nitro:
Right first off. That is not the attitude that is going to win you championship. You give your all and if that isn’t enough then you better find something extra because otherwise your gonna become jobber fodder my friend.
Brad Armstrong:
Okay. 100%
Jay T. Nitro:
110%
Brad Armstrong:
I’m not sure that it is mathematically possible to give 110%
Jay T. Nitro:
Tell me that when you lying on the mat next Thursday looking up at the lights.
Brad Armstrong:
Well, I better head home I’ve got to catch a plane tomorrow to Kansas. You?
Jay T. Nitro:
I’m heading back tonight. I’ll meet you at the airport when you arrive tomorrow. Bring your gear because tomorrow afternoon I’ve got a gym booked.
The scene fades out with Brad Armstrong walking out of the restaurant and Jay T. Nitro finishing off the reminisce of his milkshake...