Post by The Real Show on Jun 20, 2006 9:15:35 GMT -5
*Scene opens with a slow camera fade from black to a raggedy old gym. It looks like this place used to be a great gym by all the banners and pictures hanging on the wall. However, the times have not been kind to it, and most of the place seems to be falling apart. The wide angle from the ceiling slowly zooms in to the middle of the Gym where there sits an old worn down wrestling ring. In the ring, one lone man is continuously bouncing off the ropes and taking bumps. After every bump he hurries back to his feet and does it again. By the amount of sweat that is pouring off his head, he seems like he’s been at this for a while. The man himself is of bigger than average height and around the average weight for his semi – muscular build. He is wearing a breathable navy blue muscle shirt and silver sport pants with the word “Real” down the left leg, and “Show” down the right. After a few more repetitions, he walks over to the turnbuckle and grabs a towel. He rubs the towel over his face and catches his breath in preparation of doing it all again. Unfortunately he is interrupted by the opening and slamming of a door. *
Woman’s Voice: DAMN IT! TERRY!
*The Camera pans over to see an attractive woman, around the same age as the man, stomping angrily towards the ring. The woman has long flowing blonde hair, blue eyes, and is of average height, average weight, with slightly larger than average breasts. She is wearing a MAGENTA tank top with spaghetti straps and tight fitting blue jeans.
As Terry sees her stomping towards the ring he rolls his eyes. She approaches the ring and stands there with her hands on her hips, shaking her head, and laughing a frustrated laugh. *
Woman: What the hell do you think you’re doing?
Terry: What does it look like I’m doing, I’m training.
Woman: I can see that. But why the hell are you training?
*Terry lets out a big sigh, and blinks his eyes a few times.*
Terry: Can this knockdown drag out fight wait?
Woman: You promised!
Terry: Oh come on….
Woman: NO! You promised me that you were done.
Terry: Yeah, well, it turns out that I’m not.
Woman: Do you even remember what happened in your last match? Do you have ANY idea what Dameon Did to you?
*Terry gets a little upset at this woman treating him like a child and is visibly upset. *
Terry: OF COURSE I F#$%^&* REMEMBER! I was there. He beat the ever living shit out of me. He put me into a coma, and almost crippled me. How the F@#$ can you ask me that Jessi?
Jessi: Do you remember what happened after that night? You made a promise to me. You told me you were done, retired. You told me you’d never step foot in a wrestling ring again. We got married, and we’re about to start a family. How could you go back on your promise.
*Terry stopped for a moment, contemplating what she said. He walks over to the ropes near where she’s standing, and takes a deep breath, getting his emotions under control.*
Terry: Look, I tried. I tried to be done, but I can’t. I can’t get this damn sport out of my system. It’s apart of me. And I’ve worked too damn hard, and come to damn far to walk away from it. It means too much to me.
Jessi: And what about me? Don’t I mean anything to you.
Terry: You know this is different. This is my dream. It’s all I’ve thought about, all I’ve wanted to do for years. It’s been in my blood, and I can’t get it out. I am addicted to it. It makes me sick sometimes, yes. It beats me up tares me down. But I cannot live without out it.
Jessi: You either live without wrestling, or you live without me.
*Terry has a shocked look on his face. He takes a good long look at the woman in his life, the woman that he married, the woman that he loves more than anything else in this world, well almost anything. He looks deep into her eyes, and realizes what he has to do.*
Terry: Okay, well when you put it that way….
*After a short pause he turns his back to Jessi and walks back to the center of the ring.*
Terry: …Don’t let the door hit you in the ass on your way out of my life.
*Terry smiles and continues to bump in the middle of the ring as Jessi turns around with a loud, frustrated sigh, and stomps out of the Gym.
The camera angle slowly widens back out and zooms back out and the shot runs up returning to the ceiling where it came from. Then, the scene slowly fades back to black while looking at the old run down Gym.*
*The scene slowly fades in on a den/trophy room of some sort. The walls of the room are completely littered by pictures, wrestling trophies, wrestling title belts, and other memorabilia. In the center of the room is a desk, and behind the desk is a big leather chair with its back turned towards us. The chair slowly turns around and sitting in it with a huge grin on his face is “The Real Show” Terry Marvin. He is wearing a blue and silver swirled silk button up shirt with a “trademark” logo in the center of it. He has dark silver sunglasses that reflect the camera so that you cannot see his eyes. He stands up and holds his arms out as if saying “what do you think of my greatness?” *
Terry: Ladies and Gentlemen, WELCOME TO THE REAL SHOW! Let me introduce myself to you. I am the Pop culture Icon, the specimen of wrestling greatness, and the single greatest thing to happen to wrestling….Period! I am the REAL SHOW!
*He smiles and lets out a bit of a cocky laugh, and then leans forward on the desk a little bit.*
Terry: For those of you who don’t know who I am, pull your heads out of your lazy little asses and listen up. As of right now, the show is back on. That’s right. The man who revolutionized an era in wrestling is coming back. I know everybody has missed me so much, but never fear. You can turn off the boring, mundane matches you are used to watching over and over and over again. Because I am back, and I am here to put some excitement back into your lives. And lucky for all you fans and wrestlers out there, I have decided that Only the Best Wrestling is the place for me.
*He straitens up a little bit, and his face turns solom and serious.”
Terry: I would just like to say what an honor it will be to compete with all you....fine.....athle....
*His face breaks and he can’t help but start laughing hysterically*
Terry: Who am I kidding? It will be a great honor for everybody in this promotion to work with a class act veteren such as myself. Brian Daniels made a STEAL when he signed me to a contract, and he knows it. And soon, all of you will know it too.
*He kind of gets serious again, and looks dead on to the camera.*
Terry: Oh, and for all you so called “wrestlers” out there looking to make a name for themselves by taking out one of the best to ever play the game. Yeah, you know who you are! You so called “superstars” or “performers”. You people who don’t know the difference between a hammerhead and a hammerlock. I know you’re just dying to get in that ring with me and shut me up right? Well bring it on. Every single two time loser who has stepped in that ring with me thinking they’re going to be the one who ends me has found out why I am called The Real Show. I’m not a performer. I’m not a superstar. I am the REAL MOTHER F*@%!^& SHOW!
If you think you can hang with me, then come on and try it. I will prove to you why I truly am THE greatest thing to EVER happen to wrestling, and why you ABSOLUTELY SUCK!
*Terry sits back down in his chair and spins back around so that the back of the chair is facing the camera. The scene slowly fades to black*
Woman’s Voice: DAMN IT! TERRY!
*The Camera pans over to see an attractive woman, around the same age as the man, stomping angrily towards the ring. The woman has long flowing blonde hair, blue eyes, and is of average height, average weight, with slightly larger than average breasts. She is wearing a MAGENTA tank top with spaghetti straps and tight fitting blue jeans.
As Terry sees her stomping towards the ring he rolls his eyes. She approaches the ring and stands there with her hands on her hips, shaking her head, and laughing a frustrated laugh. *
Woman: What the hell do you think you’re doing?
Terry: What does it look like I’m doing, I’m training.
Woman: I can see that. But why the hell are you training?
*Terry lets out a big sigh, and blinks his eyes a few times.*
Terry: Can this knockdown drag out fight wait?
Woman: You promised!
Terry: Oh come on….
Woman: NO! You promised me that you were done.
Terry: Yeah, well, it turns out that I’m not.
Woman: Do you even remember what happened in your last match? Do you have ANY idea what Dameon Did to you?
*Terry gets a little upset at this woman treating him like a child and is visibly upset. *
Terry: OF COURSE I F#$%^&* REMEMBER! I was there. He beat the ever living shit out of me. He put me into a coma, and almost crippled me. How the F@#$ can you ask me that Jessi?
Jessi: Do you remember what happened after that night? You made a promise to me. You told me you were done, retired. You told me you’d never step foot in a wrestling ring again. We got married, and we’re about to start a family. How could you go back on your promise.
*Terry stopped for a moment, contemplating what she said. He walks over to the ropes near where she’s standing, and takes a deep breath, getting his emotions under control.*
Terry: Look, I tried. I tried to be done, but I can’t. I can’t get this damn sport out of my system. It’s apart of me. And I’ve worked too damn hard, and come to damn far to walk away from it. It means too much to me.
Jessi: And what about me? Don’t I mean anything to you.
Terry: You know this is different. This is my dream. It’s all I’ve thought about, all I’ve wanted to do for years. It’s been in my blood, and I can’t get it out. I am addicted to it. It makes me sick sometimes, yes. It beats me up tares me down. But I cannot live without out it.
Jessi: You either live without wrestling, or you live without me.
*Terry has a shocked look on his face. He takes a good long look at the woman in his life, the woman that he married, the woman that he loves more than anything else in this world, well almost anything. He looks deep into her eyes, and realizes what he has to do.*
Terry: Okay, well when you put it that way….
*After a short pause he turns his back to Jessi and walks back to the center of the ring.*
Terry: …Don’t let the door hit you in the ass on your way out of my life.
*Terry smiles and continues to bump in the middle of the ring as Jessi turns around with a loud, frustrated sigh, and stomps out of the Gym.
The camera angle slowly widens back out and zooms back out and the shot runs up returning to the ceiling where it came from. Then, the scene slowly fades back to black while looking at the old run down Gym.*
*The scene slowly fades in on a den/trophy room of some sort. The walls of the room are completely littered by pictures, wrestling trophies, wrestling title belts, and other memorabilia. In the center of the room is a desk, and behind the desk is a big leather chair with its back turned towards us. The chair slowly turns around and sitting in it with a huge grin on his face is “The Real Show” Terry Marvin. He is wearing a blue and silver swirled silk button up shirt with a “trademark” logo in the center of it. He has dark silver sunglasses that reflect the camera so that you cannot see his eyes. He stands up and holds his arms out as if saying “what do you think of my greatness?” *
Terry: Ladies and Gentlemen, WELCOME TO THE REAL SHOW! Let me introduce myself to you. I am the Pop culture Icon, the specimen of wrestling greatness, and the single greatest thing to happen to wrestling….Period! I am the REAL SHOW!
*He smiles and lets out a bit of a cocky laugh, and then leans forward on the desk a little bit.*
Terry: For those of you who don’t know who I am, pull your heads out of your lazy little asses and listen up. As of right now, the show is back on. That’s right. The man who revolutionized an era in wrestling is coming back. I know everybody has missed me so much, but never fear. You can turn off the boring, mundane matches you are used to watching over and over and over again. Because I am back, and I am here to put some excitement back into your lives. And lucky for all you fans and wrestlers out there, I have decided that Only the Best Wrestling is the place for me.
*He straitens up a little bit, and his face turns solom and serious.”
Terry: I would just like to say what an honor it will be to compete with all you....fine.....athle....
*His face breaks and he can’t help but start laughing hysterically*
Terry: Who am I kidding? It will be a great honor for everybody in this promotion to work with a class act veteren such as myself. Brian Daniels made a STEAL when he signed me to a contract, and he knows it. And soon, all of you will know it too.
*He kind of gets serious again, and looks dead on to the camera.*
Terry: Oh, and for all you so called “wrestlers” out there looking to make a name for themselves by taking out one of the best to ever play the game. Yeah, you know who you are! You so called “superstars” or “performers”. You people who don’t know the difference between a hammerhead and a hammerlock. I know you’re just dying to get in that ring with me and shut me up right? Well bring it on. Every single two time loser who has stepped in that ring with me thinking they’re going to be the one who ends me has found out why I am called The Real Show. I’m not a performer. I’m not a superstar. I am the REAL MOTHER F*@%!^& SHOW!
If you think you can hang with me, then come on and try it. I will prove to you why I truly am THE greatest thing to EVER happen to wrestling, and why you ABSOLUTELY SUCK!
*Terry sits back down in his chair and spins back around so that the back of the chair is facing the camera. The scene slowly fades to black*