Post by Smith Jones on Jul 29, 2013 12:31:02 GMT -5
Smith: We all share the same dream.
Fade up on a shot of the empty arena at an indy wrestling show in Miami, Florida. It’s quite small and gritty. The fourteen workers that will be wrestling on the show are in the ring running spots and warming up about an hour and a half before doors open for their show. There are folding chairs set up all around the ring. About two hundred chairs or so. This ‘arena’ is actually more of a community centre with the basketball nets cranked up and out of the way at either end. The entrance is a wooden frame someone built with black drapes hanging down to conceal the storage room that is the locker room. It’ll do. Gotta love the indies! Suddenly we can faintly hear ‘Sail’ by Awolnation playing as loud as it can on an iPhone. Very faint. The black curtain opens and Smith Jones comes out into the gymnasium! He’s dressed to compete in his white ring attire. The wrestlers in and around the ring start to notice him coming to ringside. The ring slowly empties as Jones climbs the wooden ring steps and wipes his feet on the weathered ring apron. He takes centre and motions for the group to come in close. They still keep their distance as they gather in a bit.
Smith: This is what we all live for. Working a hard shift at your day job just waiting for the clock to move faster so you can throw your gym bag in the back of the car and drive great distances to some remote location to step into this ring and perform to the best of your growing abilities. This is what you LIVE FOR! You’ve taken days off work to wrestle shows. You’ve passed up time with your girlfriend or wife or kids or parents or friends to come here and do what you love most. There’s something about the pain of it that drives you to move forward. That moment somewhere in the middle of a match where you’ve taken a huge bump and you don’t know if you can get up – you just get up! Those people are right there watching, waiting for you to get up, so you just gotta do it. And at the end of the match when you’ve poured all of yourself into the work and your body is aching, you still have to get up one last time and walk out of the arena with pride, win or lose.
The guys and girls all nod with firm proud expressions on their faces.
Smith: And then one day, that call will come. The call from the office of Terrell Ryder that says you’ve made the big time! And you go home to your family and tell them you’re gonna be a PC-fucking-W superstar!!!!! And you pack your bags and fly off to Saturday Night Rapture where you are booked in a match against…
Jones immediately starts to cry. The wrestlers all step back a little in confusion. He cries real tears that drip onto the mat in the centre of the ring. He looks into camera as the workers all stare at him.
Smith: You’re booked to face the killer of impossible dreams, the mean mean man Smtih Jones. Your first match will be talked about for years to come because it will be the night a kid from Chicago walked into the biggest fucking crowd she has ever seen and got herself permanently injured by the most dangerous man in PCW. Listen to me, Catherine Jewel. When I’m done with you, those nude pics of yourself that you tweeted won’t be the ones you’re worried about Jessica seeing one day. You’ll want to protect her from seeing the trauma that you suffered that night in Dallas when you debuted in Premium Championship Wrestling and lost your ability to swallow solid food after a killer Point of Controversy from the one and only Smith Jones!!!!! I’m going to tell you something real right now and it will not be a popular thing for me to say. It is, however, the truth. If you can’t dig down deep within yourself and find some kind of heat, fire, rage, anger, to use against your opponents, then you will NEVER be a champion in this company. Are you ready for this at all?
Jones looks around at the young hungry workers that would all like to be in Catherine’s place on the PCW roster.
Smith: Do you want this deep down in your viscera? Don’t make me physically reach inside and tear your guts out to measure your level of intestinal fortitude!!! If you care at all about being a champion in PCW, don’t listen to the smoke that Danielle Lopez has been blowing up your ass!!!! Really Danielle?? She reminds you of you??? If she’s going to be ANYTHING like you she’s going to have to really dig and give bigger pieces of herself to this game. Take more risks. And for God’s sake, don’t be afraid to hurt my fucking feelings!!! This ain’t the indies anymore. And while you may have felt like a goddess in a community centre like this one, you are going to walk into Rapture in front of maybe 16,000 people and be forced to do whatever I want you to do for about ten to twelve minutes. I’m usually ruthlessly mean, but I do have some advice to share with you… all of you. It’s something you’ve heard before but I want to underscore its importance here.
The wrestlers all lean in for this coming information.
Smith: Nice guys finish last. When I came into PCW, I badmouthed someone I didn’t know and I beat him in my very first Premium match! Some guy named Reaper, I think. If you’d like, Catherine, maybe we can have this changed to a Pillow Fight Match or a Lingerie versus Tuxedo Match or a Dance Contest hosted by Shannon Saint! But if you and I are going to get in that ring on Saturday night and have a straight up wrestling match, you are going to get hurt badly. But don’t let this bring you down. You said it yourself. Every loss is a learning experience. Get up. Move forward. Learn to be better. If you don’t, you will never be hired by Team Lethality no matter how nice Dani is to you in the locker room. There is only one person in your life that can get you where you want to go. It’s your career. Plan it and do it. Be me. Try! I love watching others fail at what I do best.
Suddenly, Smith grabs a female worker and gets her in a cobra clutch (or Million Dollar Dream for the slow people out there). The ring empties except for one man.
Worker: That’s my girlfriend.
Smith: Pink tights. Pink boots. She’s… cute.
Worker: Let her go, Smith. Come on guys, help us!
Smith: Guys, I wouldn’t move a muscle if I were you. You have no idea how much danger this young lady is in right now!
Worker: LET HER GO!!!
Smith adjust and suddenly hits her with the Backstabber to the neck!!! A controversial Point of Controversy and random at that! The wrestlers rush the ring. Smith manages to dive out and he runs out of the building. He leaps into the waiting white limo as the wrestlers pound on the door and beat on the trunk. The car speeds off!
Driver: Did you have a nice visit, sir?
Smith: Just take me to Mya.
The car drives off towards the beach. Smith thinks about the colour pink. He pulls out a small lock of Brytain Montgomery’s pink hair that he has managed to somehow acquire. He brushes in across his knuckles and smiles.
Smith: Brytain Montgomery is our current reigning PCW Broadcast Champion. You’d almost forget it sometimes. It seems so far from the front of her mind. Does she do appearances with the belt? Autograph signings? Photo shoots? Does she talk about its great history and tradition? Does she clutch it close to her heart and dream of ways to make it greater every single day? Does she shine it up real nice and keep it displayed in a prominent place in her home? Does she exemplify what the Broadcast Title really means? Does she even know? Does she even care? What kind of Broadcast Champion is Brytain Montgomery???
He stares out the window and looks at the powerlines jumping from pole to pole and spreading out across the city. He still plays with the lock of pink hair in his hand.
Smith: I’ll tell you. Bryte is not our greatest champion. Sure, she’s an unkillable monster and all, but she is only in it for herself. She makes the same mistake that everyone makes. She thinks that belt proves her greatness. When I was Broadcast Champion, I took every opportunity to show the world why the Broadcast Championship is so great. She doesn’t even see that me stalling on challenging her for the belt is giving her precious time to make something of her reign! Don’t let her fool you. She’s not a humble babyface anymore. She’s an egotistical psycho who chooses to smile to your face while she secretly hates you all on the inside. She’ll never come to your bar mitzvah or to your soccer game or to your child’s Christening. Brytain is just as selfish and deceptive as Smith Jones, only she chooses to lie to you about it.
The camera zooms in very tight on Smith’s face. He takes a deep breath and exhales slowly, his eyes focused on camera at all times.
Smith: Brytain Montgomery, listen up babe. This is the most important thing you’re gonna hear all week – There are young superstars out there like Catherine Jewel or Alex Schafer or maybe even your bro Kai that would love to have the chance to carry that belt much more proudly than you have. You want me to take… my… shot??!? I want you to MAKE ME want to take that belt from you. Show the world how much it means to you. Tell them you’ll die without it. Beg the man upstairs (Ryder, not the Biblical man upstairs) to let you keep that championship for as long as possible. When I can clearly see that it is all you have, I will tear it from your lifeless bosom and take it home to Toronto!
The limousine pulls up alongside the beach where Mya is tanning not too far away. Smith tucks the pink hair into the side of his wrestling boot. Jones gets out of the car still wearing his full ring attire. He walks on the white sand down towards the sparkling water. People start to gather around him.
Smith: The reason why there are so many closet Smith Jones fans is because I speak the truth so much of the time. No matter how mean and angry I may get, I always say things that are factual. I’m a realist. The reality is that this coming Rapture is sure to be explosive! I don’t negotiate with terrorists like Bryte. I go out there every damned show and I give my best to this business. That is one thing that will never change. I always work hard! I promise you that there will be more than one body left laying this Rapture. I can guarantee you that! You wanna be manhandled, Cat? I can do that. And when you wake up from the blunt force induced coma, your impossible dreams will all disappear.
He looks at the crowd that his gathered around him.
Smith: GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!!!!!!!!
Mya whips her head around a short distance away as the people all scatter.
Mya: Smith!!!! Keep it down! I’m trying to relax!!!
Smith: Of course Mya. Out here on the beach in Miami, we don’t have a care in the world and I feel like I can do anything!!!
He leans in and kisses her passionately. Fade to black.
Fade up on a shot of the empty arena at an indy wrestling show in Miami, Florida. It’s quite small and gritty. The fourteen workers that will be wrestling on the show are in the ring running spots and warming up about an hour and a half before doors open for their show. There are folding chairs set up all around the ring. About two hundred chairs or so. This ‘arena’ is actually more of a community centre with the basketball nets cranked up and out of the way at either end. The entrance is a wooden frame someone built with black drapes hanging down to conceal the storage room that is the locker room. It’ll do. Gotta love the indies! Suddenly we can faintly hear ‘Sail’ by Awolnation playing as loud as it can on an iPhone. Very faint. The black curtain opens and Smith Jones comes out into the gymnasium! He’s dressed to compete in his white ring attire. The wrestlers in and around the ring start to notice him coming to ringside. The ring slowly empties as Jones climbs the wooden ring steps and wipes his feet on the weathered ring apron. He takes centre and motions for the group to come in close. They still keep their distance as they gather in a bit.
Smith: This is what we all live for. Working a hard shift at your day job just waiting for the clock to move faster so you can throw your gym bag in the back of the car and drive great distances to some remote location to step into this ring and perform to the best of your growing abilities. This is what you LIVE FOR! You’ve taken days off work to wrestle shows. You’ve passed up time with your girlfriend or wife or kids or parents or friends to come here and do what you love most. There’s something about the pain of it that drives you to move forward. That moment somewhere in the middle of a match where you’ve taken a huge bump and you don’t know if you can get up – you just get up! Those people are right there watching, waiting for you to get up, so you just gotta do it. And at the end of the match when you’ve poured all of yourself into the work and your body is aching, you still have to get up one last time and walk out of the arena with pride, win or lose.
The guys and girls all nod with firm proud expressions on their faces.
Smith: And then one day, that call will come. The call from the office of Terrell Ryder that says you’ve made the big time! And you go home to your family and tell them you’re gonna be a PC-fucking-W superstar!!!!! And you pack your bags and fly off to Saturday Night Rapture where you are booked in a match against…
Jones immediately starts to cry. The wrestlers all step back a little in confusion. He cries real tears that drip onto the mat in the centre of the ring. He looks into camera as the workers all stare at him.
Smith: You’re booked to face the killer of impossible dreams, the mean mean man Smtih Jones. Your first match will be talked about for years to come because it will be the night a kid from Chicago walked into the biggest fucking crowd she has ever seen and got herself permanently injured by the most dangerous man in PCW. Listen to me, Catherine Jewel. When I’m done with you, those nude pics of yourself that you tweeted won’t be the ones you’re worried about Jessica seeing one day. You’ll want to protect her from seeing the trauma that you suffered that night in Dallas when you debuted in Premium Championship Wrestling and lost your ability to swallow solid food after a killer Point of Controversy from the one and only Smith Jones!!!!! I’m going to tell you something real right now and it will not be a popular thing for me to say. It is, however, the truth. If you can’t dig down deep within yourself and find some kind of heat, fire, rage, anger, to use against your opponents, then you will NEVER be a champion in this company. Are you ready for this at all?
Jones looks around at the young hungry workers that would all like to be in Catherine’s place on the PCW roster.
Smith: Do you want this deep down in your viscera? Don’t make me physically reach inside and tear your guts out to measure your level of intestinal fortitude!!! If you care at all about being a champion in PCW, don’t listen to the smoke that Danielle Lopez has been blowing up your ass!!!! Really Danielle?? She reminds you of you??? If she’s going to be ANYTHING like you she’s going to have to really dig and give bigger pieces of herself to this game. Take more risks. And for God’s sake, don’t be afraid to hurt my fucking feelings!!! This ain’t the indies anymore. And while you may have felt like a goddess in a community centre like this one, you are going to walk into Rapture in front of maybe 16,000 people and be forced to do whatever I want you to do for about ten to twelve minutes. I’m usually ruthlessly mean, but I do have some advice to share with you… all of you. It’s something you’ve heard before but I want to underscore its importance here.
The wrestlers all lean in for this coming information.
Smith: Nice guys finish last. When I came into PCW, I badmouthed someone I didn’t know and I beat him in my very first Premium match! Some guy named Reaper, I think. If you’d like, Catherine, maybe we can have this changed to a Pillow Fight Match or a Lingerie versus Tuxedo Match or a Dance Contest hosted by Shannon Saint! But if you and I are going to get in that ring on Saturday night and have a straight up wrestling match, you are going to get hurt badly. But don’t let this bring you down. You said it yourself. Every loss is a learning experience. Get up. Move forward. Learn to be better. If you don’t, you will never be hired by Team Lethality no matter how nice Dani is to you in the locker room. There is only one person in your life that can get you where you want to go. It’s your career. Plan it and do it. Be me. Try! I love watching others fail at what I do best.
Suddenly, Smith grabs a female worker and gets her in a cobra clutch (or Million Dollar Dream for the slow people out there). The ring empties except for one man.
Worker: That’s my girlfriend.
Smith: Pink tights. Pink boots. She’s… cute.
Worker: Let her go, Smith. Come on guys, help us!
Smith: Guys, I wouldn’t move a muscle if I were you. You have no idea how much danger this young lady is in right now!
Worker: LET HER GO!!!
Smith adjust and suddenly hits her with the Backstabber to the neck!!! A controversial Point of Controversy and random at that! The wrestlers rush the ring. Smith manages to dive out and he runs out of the building. He leaps into the waiting white limo as the wrestlers pound on the door and beat on the trunk. The car speeds off!
Driver: Did you have a nice visit, sir?
Smith: Just take me to Mya.
The car drives off towards the beach. Smith thinks about the colour pink. He pulls out a small lock of Brytain Montgomery’s pink hair that he has managed to somehow acquire. He brushes in across his knuckles and smiles.
Smith: Brytain Montgomery is our current reigning PCW Broadcast Champion. You’d almost forget it sometimes. It seems so far from the front of her mind. Does she do appearances with the belt? Autograph signings? Photo shoots? Does she talk about its great history and tradition? Does she clutch it close to her heart and dream of ways to make it greater every single day? Does she shine it up real nice and keep it displayed in a prominent place in her home? Does she exemplify what the Broadcast Title really means? Does she even know? Does she even care? What kind of Broadcast Champion is Brytain Montgomery???
He stares out the window and looks at the powerlines jumping from pole to pole and spreading out across the city. He still plays with the lock of pink hair in his hand.
Smith: I’ll tell you. Bryte is not our greatest champion. Sure, she’s an unkillable monster and all, but she is only in it for herself. She makes the same mistake that everyone makes. She thinks that belt proves her greatness. When I was Broadcast Champion, I took every opportunity to show the world why the Broadcast Championship is so great. She doesn’t even see that me stalling on challenging her for the belt is giving her precious time to make something of her reign! Don’t let her fool you. She’s not a humble babyface anymore. She’s an egotistical psycho who chooses to smile to your face while she secretly hates you all on the inside. She’ll never come to your bar mitzvah or to your soccer game or to your child’s Christening. Brytain is just as selfish and deceptive as Smith Jones, only she chooses to lie to you about it.
The camera zooms in very tight on Smith’s face. He takes a deep breath and exhales slowly, his eyes focused on camera at all times.
Smith: Brytain Montgomery, listen up babe. This is the most important thing you’re gonna hear all week – There are young superstars out there like Catherine Jewel or Alex Schafer or maybe even your bro Kai that would love to have the chance to carry that belt much more proudly than you have. You want me to take… my… shot??!? I want you to MAKE ME want to take that belt from you. Show the world how much it means to you. Tell them you’ll die without it. Beg the man upstairs (Ryder, not the Biblical man upstairs) to let you keep that championship for as long as possible. When I can clearly see that it is all you have, I will tear it from your lifeless bosom and take it home to Toronto!
The limousine pulls up alongside the beach where Mya is tanning not too far away. Smith tucks the pink hair into the side of his wrestling boot. Jones gets out of the car still wearing his full ring attire. He walks on the white sand down towards the sparkling water. People start to gather around him.
Smith: The reason why there are so many closet Smith Jones fans is because I speak the truth so much of the time. No matter how mean and angry I may get, I always say things that are factual. I’m a realist. The reality is that this coming Rapture is sure to be explosive! I don’t negotiate with terrorists like Bryte. I go out there every damned show and I give my best to this business. That is one thing that will never change. I always work hard! I promise you that there will be more than one body left laying this Rapture. I can guarantee you that! You wanna be manhandled, Cat? I can do that. And when you wake up from the blunt force induced coma, your impossible dreams will all disappear.
He looks at the crowd that his gathered around him.
Smith: GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!!!!!!!!
Mya whips her head around a short distance away as the people all scatter.
Mya: Smith!!!! Keep it down! I’m trying to relax!!!
Smith: Of course Mya. Out here on the beach in Miami, we don’t have a care in the world and I feel like I can do anything!!!
He leans in and kisses her passionately. Fade to black.