Post by Jason Norton on Nov 29, 2007 11:53:36 GMT -6
<The scene begins with Jason Norton sitting on the couch in front of the TV in his apartment. He is going over old wrestling tapes. Next to his big screen tv, there are boxes and boxes of wrestling tape. This particular match is about 5 years old. He is scene wrestling with his then tag partner, Brandon Force, in the WCWL. Jason is in the ring facing a member of the title holders. All of the sudden, he hits the Annihilator. He goes for the cover...1.....2......3!!!!!!! Brandon rushes in the ring and picks Jason up around the waist and lifts him into the air. The referee brings both belts into the ring, as the opposing team exits the ring. The ref hands the belts to Brandon and Jason and they celebrate in the ring. The fans in the audience, all 100 of them, are going nuts. The match fades to black, and then the VCR kicks off, and the picture goes fuzzy. The camera pans back to Jason, who has a big smile on his face. He picks up his phone of the coffee table, and begins to dial. ringgggg......ringggggg......ringggggg. The phone is answered and Jason speaks.>
Jason Norton: Hey mom, is Brandon there?
Mom: Yes, Jason. Just a moment.
<Jasons mom yells Brandon's name>
Mom: How are you doing, Jason. Is everything going good for you down there in Dallas?
Jason Norton: Yes, mom, everything is going good. I'm adjusting pretty well, but I miss you guys a lot.
Mom: Well, hunny, I miss you too. I can't wait to come down to see your place and to watch a match. Here's Brandon.
<Jason's mom hands the phone to Brandon. Jason comes in.>
Jason Norton: Brandon? Hey man what's going on?
Brandon: Not a lot man. Just got done hittin it with your sister. You?
<Jason shakes his head and gives a little chuckle>
Jason Norton: Come on, man!!!!!!! Don't tell me that. Anyway, I was wondering how things were going with the indy scene up in the 'Mo?
Brandon: It's pretty slow. I haven't had a match in about 2 months. The Kokomo and Indiana wrestling scene has been pretty much wiped out since you, and a few other guys left. All the drama with the suits have driven a lot of the wrestlers to quit. I actually decided a few days ago that I was pretty much done with wrestling.
Jason Norton: That's what I like to hear. The reason I'm asking is because I want you to come down and train with me and be my manager. I've got an extra room you can have free of charge, plus you will be on salary with the NCW for being my manager?
Brandon: Holy s**t, man. Are you serious? Of course I'm coming down. And God knows you need me there anyway, as I'm sure you haven't been laid since you've been down there.
<You never take anything seriously, but it sure is good to hear your stupid jokes.>
Jason Norton: Hey, screw you buddy. Anyway, I'm booking the plane ticket online as we speak. Your flight leaves at.....2:30pm tomorrow from Indy. You will arrive in Dallas 3 hours later. I sent all the info to your Hotmail account, so just print that off before you leave tomorrow. Get a pen and a peice of paper so I can give you my address for when you get here. It's about 5 minutes away from the airport. Let me know when you are ready.
<Brandon can be heard fumbling in a drawer. After a few moment, he is ready to write.>
Jason Norton: 93...61 Clay Terrace....Apartment....B. You got that?
Brandon: 9361 Clay Terrace Apartment 412 B. I think i got it.
Jason Norton: Alright, man. Well I believe you got some packing to do. Give me a call when you get in tomorrow. Later Bro.
<Jason hangs up the phone. He pulls his pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and lights one up. After the first puff, the scene fades to black.>
Jason Norton: Hey mom, is Brandon there?
Mom: Yes, Jason. Just a moment.
<Jasons mom yells Brandon's name>
Mom: How are you doing, Jason. Is everything going good for you down there in Dallas?
Jason Norton: Yes, mom, everything is going good. I'm adjusting pretty well, but I miss you guys a lot.
Mom: Well, hunny, I miss you too. I can't wait to come down to see your place and to watch a match. Here's Brandon.
<Jason's mom hands the phone to Brandon. Jason comes in.>
Jason Norton: Brandon? Hey man what's going on?
Brandon: Not a lot man. Just got done hittin it with your sister. You?
<Jason shakes his head and gives a little chuckle>
Jason Norton: Come on, man!!!!!!! Don't tell me that. Anyway, I was wondering how things were going with the indy scene up in the 'Mo?
Brandon: It's pretty slow. I haven't had a match in about 2 months. The Kokomo and Indiana wrestling scene has been pretty much wiped out since you, and a few other guys left. All the drama with the suits have driven a lot of the wrestlers to quit. I actually decided a few days ago that I was pretty much done with wrestling.
Jason Norton: That's what I like to hear. The reason I'm asking is because I want you to come down and train with me and be my manager. I've got an extra room you can have free of charge, plus you will be on salary with the NCW for being my manager?
Brandon: Holy s**t, man. Are you serious? Of course I'm coming down. And God knows you need me there anyway, as I'm sure you haven't been laid since you've been down there.
<You never take anything seriously, but it sure is good to hear your stupid jokes.>
Jason Norton: Hey, screw you buddy. Anyway, I'm booking the plane ticket online as we speak. Your flight leaves at.....2:30pm tomorrow from Indy. You will arrive in Dallas 3 hours later. I sent all the info to your Hotmail account, so just print that off before you leave tomorrow. Get a pen and a peice of paper so I can give you my address for when you get here. It's about 5 minutes away from the airport. Let me know when you are ready.
<Brandon can be heard fumbling in a drawer. After a few moment, he is ready to write.>
Jason Norton: 93...61 Clay Terrace....Apartment....B. You got that?
Brandon: 9361 Clay Terrace Apartment 412 B. I think i got it.
Jason Norton: Alright, man. Well I believe you got some packing to do. Give me a call when you get in tomorrow. Later Bro.
<Jason hangs up the phone. He pulls his pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and lights one up. After the first puff, the scene fades to black.>