Ashley Blain walked into what appears to be an abandoned apartment building that had been gutted. She was quite sure this was the address to the Film Studio Capo had given her. To her surprise, there was no studio--- just rubble and trash everywhere. She could see the potential in the place, however, the current state of the place was apocalyptic. She dialed Capo’s number….
Capo: Ash, 1 sec…..Can I get some water please…And a waitress, I got a mess all over here...Yes, sorry Ash, I’m back.
Blain: CAPO! CAPO! YOU STUPID ITALIAN SAUSAGE!
Passersby began to stare as the frighteningly buff Ashley Blain shouts into her phone.
Capo: Whoa Whoa Whoa….Listen Toots...I don’t know if you have Tourette's, but I'm gonna need you to calm down and talk to me like you have some sense….Capisce?(Kapeesh)
Blain: I’m standing directly in front of your “studio” and I’m not gonna lie. I’m considering beating you with your own brass knuckles.
Capo: ahem!…clears throat of prosciutto sandwich...oh yea?? What's wrong with my studio Toots….more munching and chewing….
Blain: It’s shit, you’re shit, you lied! This building is a decrepit mess! There isn’t even a front door! This is unacceptable. I can’t produce a movie here, at least not one I’m interested in!
The convo was silent for a second as Capo can be heard asking someone for more provolone in the deli...
Blain: Cap?? Are you ignoring me you slimey Guido??
Capo: Listen Listen…chewing continues…..The equipment…..munching is in storage. I told you I had to get the place cleaned out. You were so busy running your yap and petting that rat faced-gerbal that you call a cat-----you didn't even hear what I was trying to tell youse.
Blain: No, you listen here. The money that’s going to save your cheap, mob boss wannabe ass! No money until you fix this place up!
Capo: Toots, Toots slow your roll. The equipment is in storage. I just purchased the place. I got some people coming over to clean up the place. They’ll make it spic and span for you toots. Trust Capo. I’m a man of my word.
Blain: Capo, you listening? I want you watch the Floho match very closely tonight. Very closely. It’s what I’m going to do to you. Except with you I will use a broomhandle and dip it in marinara sauce so that you can get a taste of home before I beat you to death!
Capo : I’LL TELL YA WHAT... YOU CAN SHOVE THIS------
Capo takes a deep breath and calms down….
Capo: Listen Ashley, your starting to piss me off. I don't like to be pissed because bad things happen and people come up missing in missing vans. I don’t know how you ran that shit hole Roadhouse, but I am a professional!! There are levels to what I do…. Things don’t just turn around and happen when you want them to.
Capo The contractors will be there----
Blain cuts Capo off…… You threaten me again and I'm gonna make my fist disappear in you. As for professional, you a data entry level gangster. Your last successful job was a bowel movement.
Blain: Now if this escalates further, if you insult the Roadhouse again, you will face Jacob Trance, understand that, bitch?
Capo pauses….Gathers his thoughts….
Capo: BRING WHOEVER YOU FEEL LIKE!!
Click….Phone hangs up….
The camera pans to the announce team.
Welcome everyone as the road to 200 continues.
New champ, new era, now a new guy against a very old guy.
Seth Irving vs Benjamin Moore
The camera pans to the announce team.
Finished him.
Just like Mortal Kombat
The scene opens with Wrex entering through the backdoor of the arena, late, a tattered briefcase in one arm and his ring coat in his other as he makes his way along to the locker rooms to prepare, he almost makes it too before the appearance of everybody's least favorite backstage presence.
Jim Black Ex-
Wrex Nope, busy, fuck off.
Jim Black It'll be qu-
Wrex Got a match soon with a hard head who gets paid more for sporadic appearances than I make in a year so if this shit aint done by the time I'm down this hall then you can go bother some rookie.
Jim Black It's about last week.
Wrex Said what I meant Jim, time to focus on myself and not do tricks for some cheap ass marks who would rather spit on you than toss you a dollar. Fuck em.
Jim Black No, not that.
Wrex sighs to no one in particular before coming to a stop, putting his case and coat onto some seamstresses table and turns to Jim
Wrex Yeah, I know. Austin right?
Jim Black Yeah, Austin Lee is our current CCW champion, ho-
Wrex Good.
Jim Black What?
Wrex Smacked your head too many times you deaf cunt? I said It's good. Im happy he won the fuckin thing, I expected him too. Maybe it was more optimism than expectation but, it's good he did it.
Jim Black Got anything to say to the new champion?
Wrex ..Yeah, gimmie the mic.
Jim holds the mic up to Wrex's face, which slowly forms into a look of confusion and finally anger. Wrex snatches the mic out of Jims hand, grabs him by the shirt and throws him out of frame.
Wrex When I say give me the mic. It means gimmie the fuckin mic! Get the fuck outta here! And leave the camera.
As Jim disappears into the abyss, Wrex begins to compose himself before turning back to the camera.
Wrex Congratulations Austin. You managed to overcome.. that? And win the CCW championship. Or at least the right to call yourself it till Turmoil 200. But as I've said before, that's the future. And if I can just have a minute I'd like to take a quick look into the past, specifically ten months ago.
Wrex See, ten months ago you, me, Jacob and Jimmy. We all walked into Lution with one goal. Take the future into our own hands. Future Investment. And that night, with the help of the fat man of course. You did it. You left as the FI holder and that should of been our last encounter of a long time.
Wrex But..
With a smug face. Wrex reaches behind himself and grabs something. Bringing it out for the camera to see, the case.
Wrex That's not how it went is it? Fast forward to July, Savage lands. After months of pushing buttons and saying the right words. I forced my way back into the scene. We did the match again, properly. No uneeded fat.. And I walked out the winner. I took your future, and twisted it into mine.
Wrex Now here we are a year later, little older, little wiser and a lot more tricks in the bag. You, The face oi Turmoil, the CCW champion. And me, still holding your twisted future. With a golden ticket into the "king of turmoil." Two chances to take that belt now.
Wrex I took your case once, now I'm coming for your belt. Doubt the results will change from last time.
Wrex As for this tournament shit, don't give a shit who's in it. Rookies, Henry, B-17, Trance or... Sigh Malu. I plan on winning, and well.. If best laid plans fail. Austin, if I don't see you at 200, you better win. Only one taking that belt from you is me. Remember that.
Wrex And once is all said and done, and I'm standing over you with my title held high. I expect my years of wages to be paid in interest. Back to you Jim.. Oh yeah.
The scene closes with Wrex tossing the mic down the hall and grabbing his stuff, heading down the route to his intended destination. To prepare for his date with a angry Samoan destroyer.
The Flojo Invitational
The camera pans to the announce team.
Improvement?
Depends on who you ask maybe?
We open the scene in the library of Jehst Manor as Justin reaches out for the Jehst Cave trap door switch; a not so well hidden “Trap Doors for Dummies” book. His fingers are about to touch when off screen a voice is heard.
Barry: Uh uh, not yet Mr. Jehst, you have another match tonight!
Jehst: Gahhhh...who knows what my mother has been able to get up to while I’ve been here wrestling?!
Barry: This is what you came here for, is it not?
Jehst: Of course, I just know that with every second I don’t act, something terrible is going to happen.
Barry: Well, I thought you may be a little perturbed at the fact this mission has been further delayed so I took the liberty of gathering some costume pieces and disguises for you to wear when we are finally ready to infiltrate the lab.
Jehst: Oh Barry, you do know I love to play dress up! This has certainly put me in a better mood for tonight’s match! Who am I facing?
Barry: Jimmy Henry and Ricky the Dragon, Master Jehst.
Jehst: Hmmm... Ricky again? Well I suppose it’s my chance to redeem myself after falling just short last week. And I haven’t seen much of Henry, though I have heard locker room talk that he’s almost as reckless as the Dragon. I’m going to have to keep my noggin on a swivel as they say, keep my wits about me!
Barry: That would be most wise, Master Jehst. Now, go on, you’re going to have to get ready quickly and head down to the arena. The show will not wait for you.
Jehst: Ahhh, Barry, but that’s where you’re wrong!
Jehst smirks at Barry before leaving frame to go and prepare for his match tonight.
