Post by Will Washington on Jan 19, 2013 5:32:30 GMT -6
{Our scene opens up at Will Washington's house, where we find the man sitting on his couch, relaxing while watching the Celtics game. Also in the room, sitting with a Capri Sun in his hand, is Xavier Cross. Washington pumps his fist as Rajon Rondo scores a contested layup, getting the 'And One.' He looks over and sees his friend sipping from the Capri Sun straw.}
Washington: "You know we've got stuff to drink, don't you? You didn't have to bring your own pouched juice drinks."
Cross: "When you've got three kids, you always have a Capri Sun handy. Plus, they're pretty delicious. Grape, bro."
Washington: "I'm proud of you for leaving the kids with a babysitter and getting out of the house for once."
Cross: "Oh yeah. Watching a basketball game with you.... what a crazy night."
Washington: "Hey. It's not like you've got anything else going on, Michael Keaton."
Cross: "Michael Keaton?"
Washington: "Mr. Mom."
Cross: "Yeah, but also, Batman. So.... compliment accepted."
Washington: "Being called Michael Keaton is not a compliment. What was the last movie you saw him in?"
Cross: "Toy Story 3... Plus he's got Beetlejuice, Jackie Brown, The Other Guys, Cars, Jack Frost, Johnny Dangerously, Pacific Heights, etc."
Washington: "You know that many Keaton movies off the top of your head?"
Cross: "... I spend a lot of time on Wikipedia."
{Will laughs at his friend's unexiciting life, and quickly follows it up with a groan as the Celtics give up an easy basket.}
Washington: "The Celtics are giving it up easier than Megan Kane at a frat party."
Cross: "Come on... they're doing a little better than that."
Washington: "Maybe, but Doc really needs to switch up the subs. Get Sullinger out there and let him wreck stuff."
Cross: "Speaking of dudes named Doc, what's the deal with you and Doc from NCW?"
Washington: "Are you proud of that transition?"
Cross: "A little bit...."
{Washington sits forward on his couch and grabs his glass of soda from the coffee table, taking a drink before sitting back.}
Washington: "To answer your question, I don't know what the deal is. The guy shows up and immediately starts sticking his nose where it doesn't belong. Everywhere I look, there he is. It's like... come on.... find someone else to annoy."
Cross: "What's he even doing there? Did he get some kind of cushy, behind the scenes job?"
Washington: "Yeah, and it's a joke if you ask me. Apparently he's taken on some kind of mentoring role or something. I think Verona pulled some strings."
Cross: "That guy is supposed to be setting an example? Really?"
Washington: "I'm guessing he's supposed to be a cautionary tale. Like... remember those posters they had up in Health Class of what happened to you if you smoked?"
Cross: "Ah yes. The 'Hairy Tongue' poster. Thanks for reminding me of that horror."
Washington: "So yeah. I guess you could say he's our version of that hairy tongue poster. So the young guys can look at him and say... 'Wow. Drugs are bad, and if I do them, I too will end up a burnout."
Cross: "Well I understand that then, but what's the beef between you two?"
Washington: "I think he's trying to corrupt the future. You saw what happened with Lockwood at Mind Games, right? Doc's fault. He screwed me over, and I want him gone."
{Cross looks over and notices Will getting somewhat agitated.}
Cross: "Don't let him get in your head, dude. You gotta keep your eyes on the prize... that World Championship. You're not going to get anywhere if you spend your time on that guy."
Washington: "He's not getting into my head. You of all people should know it takes a lot more than general annoyance to get in my head."
{He pauses and thinks.}
Washington: "Although I do wonder what he was doing out there last week during my match. Taking notes? First... can he not afford an iPad? and Secondly... what did he want?"
Cross: "Don't worry about it. He was probably just trying to psyche you out and cost you the match. Child's play and such."
Washington: "It doesn't matter. He's not going to be around long enough to screw with me, and screw up the young guys... not if I have anything to say about it."
Cross: "Well that's certainly ominous. You have something planned?"
Washington: "Do I ever not have a plan?"
Cross: "Do I have to bring up the time you babysat my kids again?"
Washington: "What? I did an awesome job."
Cross: "You played Hide-and-Seek with them, and didn't find them for an hour and a half!"
Washington: ".... They're really good hiders?"
Cross: "Or you left them hidden so you could watch Full House reruns?"
Washington: "In my defense, it was the episode where DJ had that eating disorder... so it would kind of be irresponsible for me NOT to watch it."
{Xavier realizes there's no winning this argument, so he changes the subject back.}
Cross: "... but really though. What's the plan for Doc?"
{Washington flashes a sly smirk at his friend and turns to the game.}
Washington: "You'll find out when Doc finds out."
{With that, we fade out.}
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"I guess you can say I'm back on track after last week, right? Coming off a bullcrap loss at Mind Games, I returned to my winning ways, pinning former NCW World Champion, Xavier Williams, one, two, three in the center of the ring. For anyone else, that's a big win. For anyone else, that's something to hang your hat on. For anyone else, they'd be 'on track'. And yet here I sit, not feeling any more joyous than I did at this same time last week. The match result is different, but I don't feel much like a winner."
"I feel like a man who has been disrespected."
"It seems that no matter what I do, I'm stuck in my own personal purgatory. I lose... nothing happens. I win... nothing happens. Every week I look at the card to see who I'll be wrestling next. Half of the time I'm not even booked... and the other half? Another insignificant match buried in the card under the latest over-dramatized mind-numbing drivel going on with guys who don't have half of my ability. Guys are coming in off of the street and being handed opportunities that I can't ever seem to have. Will Washington's talented is being wasted, but god forbid you miss the exciting developments as Anti-Hero Number Three beats Overly-Mouthy Bad Guy Number Seven!"
"... And you want me to grin and bear it?"
"You fans watch this stuff every week, whether it be in the arena, while shoveling beer and popcorn into your face, or at home, while shoveling beer and chips down your throat. Whether you're here or you're there, you sit and you hope that I get my comeuppance. You want to see me get a beating because of what I say on the microphone and because of what I do in that ring. You hate me, but you respect me. You know how good I am, and it makes you hate me even more."
".... but apparently you see something that management doesn't."
".... the sheep, thinking for themselves."
"So despite all that I bring to the table, I find myself standing across the ring from.... Captain Howdy."
"... That joke thing from last week? It applies here too."
"I don't know who you are, and you more than likely don't know me very well either. Apparently you're a former kid's show host who went off the deep-end. You went a little crazy somehow, and yet, instead of getting locked away in a mental institute until deemed fit to return to society, you're here.... in NCW."
"Children's show host to professional wrestler.... seems like a logical career step."
"I mean really... on what planet does that make sense? How do those paths converge? Are Pee-Wee Herman and Cowboy Curtis NCW's next big tag team? Is Mr. Wizard going to wrestle Roberto Verona for the belt at Metamorphosis? What exactly do you have that makes you believe that you belong in the biggest wrestling company in the world?"
"... and more importantly, what makes you think you'll make it out alive?"
"You're a performer... a showman... a children's entertainer.... maybe even a madman. NONE of that makes you a professional wrestler. Now you come from nowhere and honestly think that you deserve to be here?... that you belong? You're wrestling in the same ring that people like Lance Ryan and Gib have wrestled in, and you're making a mockery of that. To you, that ring is your new set, and you're just doing the same thing you did then.... play make-believe. You're pretending to be something you're not, and you didn't expect anyone to care?"
"We accept all kinds in New Championship Wrestling. Clowns, 'vampires', Egyptian goddess reincarnates, Zombie Mark Evils, and even Jimmy Zane have all wrestled here... and all have vanished. Some say they roam the streets looking for ways to annoy passersby, but I choose to believe they smartened up and went back to whatever hell hole they crawled out of. You? You'll surely follow their lead. You don't realize it yet, but it takes a lot more than a few corny jokes and hope to make it in this business. You have to believe in yourself, be talented, and be better than anyone they put you against. I've made a career out of beating guys like you, and I'm not ready to give it up yet."
"I'm not going anywhere soon."
"See... for as much as I hate my situation... I know I have a duty... a calling, in fact. I will educate the fans, whether they accept it or not, and I will cleanse NCW of the people like you. I might hate most of the guys on the roster, but at least... some.... a few of them actually deserve to be here... and now we have to compete with trash like you coming in and trying to belong?"
"But don't be confused, Captain. This isn't about anyone else but you and I. It's about one man taking control of his future and making damn sure he'll never be stuck wasting his time with people like you ever again. As easy as it is for me to blame the world for my purgatory, the blunt of the blame has to fall directly on my shoulders. Obviously I'm not doing something right... Maybe it's because I don't fall in line like all the other little toy soldiers out there. Maybe I'm just not as good as I think I am."
"... yeah right."
"No matter what the cause, it's going to be fixed this weekend. I'm going out there on Trauma, and I'm going to make an example of you. You're supposed to be this crazy, insane guy, and truth be told, I buy it. Quite frankly, I believe you're certifiable. You'd have to be to get in the ring with me this Saturday. With my current mindset... let's just say you're going to regret your latest career move."
"... because your chances of winning are about as realistic as Manti T'eo's girlfriend."
"Hashtag. Nonexistent."
Washington: "You know we've got stuff to drink, don't you? You didn't have to bring your own pouched juice drinks."
Cross: "When you've got three kids, you always have a Capri Sun handy. Plus, they're pretty delicious. Grape, bro."
Washington: "I'm proud of you for leaving the kids with a babysitter and getting out of the house for once."
Cross: "Oh yeah. Watching a basketball game with you.... what a crazy night."
Washington: "Hey. It's not like you've got anything else going on, Michael Keaton."
Cross: "Michael Keaton?"
Washington: "Mr. Mom."
Cross: "Yeah, but also, Batman. So.... compliment accepted."
Washington: "Being called Michael Keaton is not a compliment. What was the last movie you saw him in?"
Cross: "Toy Story 3... Plus he's got Beetlejuice, Jackie Brown, The Other Guys, Cars, Jack Frost, Johnny Dangerously, Pacific Heights, etc."
Washington: "You know that many Keaton movies off the top of your head?"
Cross: "... I spend a lot of time on Wikipedia."
{Will laughs at his friend's unexiciting life, and quickly follows it up with a groan as the Celtics give up an easy basket.}
Washington: "The Celtics are giving it up easier than Megan Kane at a frat party."
Cross: "Come on... they're doing a little better than that."
Washington: "Maybe, but Doc really needs to switch up the subs. Get Sullinger out there and let him wreck stuff."
Cross: "Speaking of dudes named Doc, what's the deal with you and Doc from NCW?"
Washington: "Are you proud of that transition?"
Cross: "A little bit...."
{Washington sits forward on his couch and grabs his glass of soda from the coffee table, taking a drink before sitting back.}
Washington: "To answer your question, I don't know what the deal is. The guy shows up and immediately starts sticking his nose where it doesn't belong. Everywhere I look, there he is. It's like... come on.... find someone else to annoy."
Cross: "What's he even doing there? Did he get some kind of cushy, behind the scenes job?"
Washington: "Yeah, and it's a joke if you ask me. Apparently he's taken on some kind of mentoring role or something. I think Verona pulled some strings."
Cross: "That guy is supposed to be setting an example? Really?"
Washington: "I'm guessing he's supposed to be a cautionary tale. Like... remember those posters they had up in Health Class of what happened to you if you smoked?"
Cross: "Ah yes. The 'Hairy Tongue' poster. Thanks for reminding me of that horror."
Washington: "So yeah. I guess you could say he's our version of that hairy tongue poster. So the young guys can look at him and say... 'Wow. Drugs are bad, and if I do them, I too will end up a burnout."
Cross: "Well I understand that then, but what's the beef between you two?"
Washington: "I think he's trying to corrupt the future. You saw what happened with Lockwood at Mind Games, right? Doc's fault. He screwed me over, and I want him gone."
{Cross looks over and notices Will getting somewhat agitated.}
Cross: "Don't let him get in your head, dude. You gotta keep your eyes on the prize... that World Championship. You're not going to get anywhere if you spend your time on that guy."
Washington: "He's not getting into my head. You of all people should know it takes a lot more than general annoyance to get in my head."
{He pauses and thinks.}
Washington: "Although I do wonder what he was doing out there last week during my match. Taking notes? First... can he not afford an iPad? and Secondly... what did he want?"
Cross: "Don't worry about it. He was probably just trying to psyche you out and cost you the match. Child's play and such."
Washington: "It doesn't matter. He's not going to be around long enough to screw with me, and screw up the young guys... not if I have anything to say about it."
Cross: "Well that's certainly ominous. You have something planned?"
Washington: "Do I ever not have a plan?"
Cross: "Do I have to bring up the time you babysat my kids again?"
Washington: "What? I did an awesome job."
Cross: "You played Hide-and-Seek with them, and didn't find them for an hour and a half!"
Washington: ".... They're really good hiders?"
Cross: "Or you left them hidden so you could watch Full House reruns?"
Washington: "In my defense, it was the episode where DJ had that eating disorder... so it would kind of be irresponsible for me NOT to watch it."
{Xavier realizes there's no winning this argument, so he changes the subject back.}
Cross: "... but really though. What's the plan for Doc?"
{Washington flashes a sly smirk at his friend and turns to the game.}
Washington: "You'll find out when Doc finds out."
{With that, we fade out.}
________________________________________________________________________________
"I guess you can say I'm back on track after last week, right? Coming off a bullcrap loss at Mind Games, I returned to my winning ways, pinning former NCW World Champion, Xavier Williams, one, two, three in the center of the ring. For anyone else, that's a big win. For anyone else, that's something to hang your hat on. For anyone else, they'd be 'on track'. And yet here I sit, not feeling any more joyous than I did at this same time last week. The match result is different, but I don't feel much like a winner."
"I feel like a man who has been disrespected."
"It seems that no matter what I do, I'm stuck in my own personal purgatory. I lose... nothing happens. I win... nothing happens. Every week I look at the card to see who I'll be wrestling next. Half of the time I'm not even booked... and the other half? Another insignificant match buried in the card under the latest over-dramatized mind-numbing drivel going on with guys who don't have half of my ability. Guys are coming in off of the street and being handed opportunities that I can't ever seem to have. Will Washington's talented is being wasted, but god forbid you miss the exciting developments as Anti-Hero Number Three beats Overly-Mouthy Bad Guy Number Seven!"
"... And you want me to grin and bear it?"
"You fans watch this stuff every week, whether it be in the arena, while shoveling beer and popcorn into your face, or at home, while shoveling beer and chips down your throat. Whether you're here or you're there, you sit and you hope that I get my comeuppance. You want to see me get a beating because of what I say on the microphone and because of what I do in that ring. You hate me, but you respect me. You know how good I am, and it makes you hate me even more."
".... but apparently you see something that management doesn't."
".... the sheep, thinking for themselves."
"So despite all that I bring to the table, I find myself standing across the ring from.... Captain Howdy."
"... That joke thing from last week? It applies here too."
"I don't know who you are, and you more than likely don't know me very well either. Apparently you're a former kid's show host who went off the deep-end. You went a little crazy somehow, and yet, instead of getting locked away in a mental institute until deemed fit to return to society, you're here.... in NCW."
"Children's show host to professional wrestler.... seems like a logical career step."
"I mean really... on what planet does that make sense? How do those paths converge? Are Pee-Wee Herman and Cowboy Curtis NCW's next big tag team? Is Mr. Wizard going to wrestle Roberto Verona for the belt at Metamorphosis? What exactly do you have that makes you believe that you belong in the biggest wrestling company in the world?"
"... and more importantly, what makes you think you'll make it out alive?"
"You're a performer... a showman... a children's entertainer.... maybe even a madman. NONE of that makes you a professional wrestler. Now you come from nowhere and honestly think that you deserve to be here?... that you belong? You're wrestling in the same ring that people like Lance Ryan and Gib have wrestled in, and you're making a mockery of that. To you, that ring is your new set, and you're just doing the same thing you did then.... play make-believe. You're pretending to be something you're not, and you didn't expect anyone to care?"
"We accept all kinds in New Championship Wrestling. Clowns, 'vampires', Egyptian goddess reincarnates, Zombie Mark Evils, and even Jimmy Zane have all wrestled here... and all have vanished. Some say they roam the streets looking for ways to annoy passersby, but I choose to believe they smartened up and went back to whatever hell hole they crawled out of. You? You'll surely follow their lead. You don't realize it yet, but it takes a lot more than a few corny jokes and hope to make it in this business. You have to believe in yourself, be talented, and be better than anyone they put you against. I've made a career out of beating guys like you, and I'm not ready to give it up yet."
"I'm not going anywhere soon."
"See... for as much as I hate my situation... I know I have a duty... a calling, in fact. I will educate the fans, whether they accept it or not, and I will cleanse NCW of the people like you. I might hate most of the guys on the roster, but at least... some.... a few of them actually deserve to be here... and now we have to compete with trash like you coming in and trying to belong?"
"But don't be confused, Captain. This isn't about anyone else but you and I. It's about one man taking control of his future and making damn sure he'll never be stuck wasting his time with people like you ever again. As easy as it is for me to blame the world for my purgatory, the blunt of the blame has to fall directly on my shoulders. Obviously I'm not doing something right... Maybe it's because I don't fall in line like all the other little toy soldiers out there. Maybe I'm just not as good as I think I am."
"... yeah right."
"No matter what the cause, it's going to be fixed this weekend. I'm going out there on Trauma, and I'm going to make an example of you. You're supposed to be this crazy, insane guy, and truth be told, I buy it. Quite frankly, I believe you're certifiable. You'd have to be to get in the ring with me this Saturday. With my current mindset... let's just say you're going to regret your latest career move."
"... because your chances of winning are about as realistic as Manti T'eo's girlfriend."
"Hashtag. Nonexistent."