Post by Will Washington on Jan 8, 2010 15:05:56 GMT -6
Another promo opens up with young William Mathias Washington stepping out of his sports utility vehicle. He walks to the back and opens up the door, lifting a wrapped package out and closing the door. He walks up and opens the door to an apartment complex. As he walks, he multi-tasks by speaking to the camera.
“The nCw office asked me to cut another promo on Fergus Callaghan. I don’t have the time to sit down and rip on him again, so I figured I would just do it while I handle my daily business.”
He waits for the elevator to open, as it does he goes inside.
“So the big news in my life is that my little sister Victoria recently signed on for the newly formed Women’s Division. I didn’t even know she had an interest in following in my footsteps as a wrestler. I actually like the idea of having her competing against the world’s best women wrestlers. If she’s really serious about this as a career of choice, then she should want to be the best. That means beating people like Adam Knite’s sister Zelda, and Ricky Johnson’s wife Roxi. That’s some tough competition for sure, but if she’s anything like me, she’ll be up for it.”
Washington finally makes it to the door of his sister’s apartment. He knocks on the door and awaits an answer. It opens up and Tori appears. Will sits the box down and she gives him a big hug.
“Will! It’s good to see you, it’s been awhile.”
“Indeed, not since Thanksgiving.”
She lets go of the hug.
“You never call, jerk.”
“I’ve been busy.”
“Well I assume you heard the big news about me signing with nCw. I’m going to be a wrestler!”
Will bends down and picks up the box he was carrying. He extends it out to Victoria and she takes grasp.
“I did. That’s why I brought you something to get the career going kid.”
Tori rips open the packaging and finds her first pair of wrestling tights. She holds them up and looks them over with an excited look.
“Thanks Will! They’re perfect! Come in, I just have to show Nick!”
She runs inside the apartment and Will takes a step in.
“Who is Nick?”
Will walks into the large apartment and tries to navigate through the place to find his sister.
“Tori….Who is Nick?”
He turns a corner and suddenly bumps into a guy wearing an Ed Hardy T-Shirt and nut hugger jeans.
“Woah bro. What’s up?”
Will backs up and looks at this unfamiliar face.
“Are you Nick?”
“Damn straight bro. Nicky V. AKA ‘The Massacre’, AKA ‘The Straight Shooter’, AKA ‘The New Age Nostradamus.”
“Do you even know who Nostradamus is?”
“Of course. Everybody says he was a Sigmund Freud rip-off, but I say he’s more like a dumber Bill Cosby.”
“You know how much of that is incorrect?”
“Look, he was smart, but Doctor Huxtable had like a Ph.D., a D.F.A., a D.W.I., and an OBGYN.”
Will puts his hand on his forehead and looks down before looking back up.
“Is this guy serious?”
“Nevermind my infinite knowledge. One thing I don’t know is who you are? Wait. You’re Will Washington right? The wrestler? Oh damn son, that is you! I didn’t know you were my girl’s brother! Right here.”
Nick puts his fist out there for some epic fist bumping, but Will just pushes it away. As he does, Tori comes in and holds up her new tights.
“Hey Nick, look what Will brought me.”
Nick grabs her around the waist.
“Oh babe, you are gonna look so hot in that.”
“Shut up. That’s my sister.”
In the background a techno song comes on through some speakers and Nick freaks out.
“That’s my jam! I gotta turn it up.”
Nick goes into the living room and cranks the volume up to the maximum level. He starts fist pumping like a tool, and Will pulls Tori away to get some quiet.
“That guy is such a douche bag. Who does he think he is? God I want to punch him.”
“Will, he’s my boyfriend. He’s actually a really great guy if you give him a chance. In fact, I’m going to let him manage me in my matches. That way I’ll always be sure that things are on the up and up at ringside. Pretty smart right?”
“That guy can’t even take care of himself. He doesn’t even look Italian. He’s some kind of fake Guido. It’s disturbing actually. And did you hear the stuff about philosophers? What a jack-off.”
In the background Nick keeps jumping in place, pumping his fist in the sky. Will looks back at him and shakes his head.
“Lay off him alright? He’s going to help me get to the top. Maybe one day you’ll see what I see and understand how great he actually is. Better than most of the bimbos you date.”
“I know you want to make a name for yourself in this business. I get that. But don’t you think he could actually hinder you from reaching the highest level of success? Maybe take a cue from the past and not bark up this tree.”
Tori appears to turn fire red.
“Don’t tell me how to live my life Will. You go away for years, and don’t even have the decency to call or write. Hell even an instant message would have been better than nothing. It’s been so great getting to know you again these past few months, so I’d hate to have to tell you to leave me alone. You need to accept my choices. I’m twenty years old. I will live my life the way I want to. Respect me, or else.”
Will looks down at his shoes and finds the right words.
“Look, it’s hard for me to see you all grown up like this. Remember, before November, I hadn’t seen you since you were sixteen years old. In my eyes you’re always going to be my little sister, but to the rest of the world you’re this young woman. It’s going to take some time, but eventually I’ll see things for what they are. Until then, you’re just going to have to keep reminding me of how independent and grown up you are now.”
Will’s sister fights back tears.
“I love you Will.”
The music finally stops. Nick turns off the stereo and sees the duo.
“Looks like the big tough guy is really just a softy.”
The two turn to face Nick, and Will goes back in the living room with Tori trailing behind.
“Just because I love my sister doesn’t mean I’m soft. Watch my match this week and see what I do to Fergus Callaghan.”
Nick ****s his head to the side.
“Oh yeah? And just how do you think you’re going to beat him? He downs so much alcohol that he probably can’t feel pain. I mean, I never see him at the clubs or nuttin, but I’ve seen a match or two of his, and there’s no way that guy is sober. So tell me Mister Army Man. Why are you so confident?”
Will fights the urge to punch the pompous man. Instead, he yells out.
“Freeze!”
And just like the nineteen-nineties teen comedy Saved By The Bell, everything on the screen freezes except for Will. He looks around at the frozen room and walks a little closer to the camera.
“Ahh..I just Zack Morris’ed this place. Was it achieved through magic, or through tricky camera techniques and video editing? I guess we’ll never know, but none of that matters. Some interesting questions were posed to me by that dork over there. Why am I so confident heading in to this match? Well….I’ve already answered that question once. So it’s obvious to me that Nicky V doesn’t watch as much nCw as he claims. Really, that’s a good thing. His time would be better spent reading a book. But his other inquiry is the one I want to address. How do I expect to beat Fergus?”
He walks over beside the motionless Guido wannabe and laughs to himself.
“If you’ve ever seen a match of mine, you can pretty much see all of my tactics. I can knock someone out, or I can choke someone out. Or in the case of Jimmy Zane, I can do both. I’m a jack of all trades when it comes to the art of grappling, and I’ve tested myself against some of the best nCw has to offer. Not only that, but I’ve always been living under the learning tree of two of the greatest wrestlers of all time: Lance Ryan and Brad Kane. The only things better than my submissions are my strikes. There is no one in this company who can match me hold for hold. Strike for strike. Then management goes and puts Fergus Callaghan in front of me. Maybe they think brawling techniques and sloppy moves will be able to put up a challenge for me. Apparently seeing my agility in the ring against him stumbling around is something someone might want to see. Didn’t they see my technical classic with Andrew Jacobsen? I’m the best wrestler in the world. So how do I plan on winning this week? By breaking not only bones, but by breaking a will. I’ll make the guy wish he never entered this line of work. This week might be a cakewalk, but I’ll still bring my best stuff, because apparently I still have something to prove to the people who run this company. All I’ve got to say is Fergus, you better watch out, because I just might end you. Now I’ve got something I’d like to say to management….”
He takes a step forward and his expression changes to an overwhelming seriousness.
“What do I have to do to get a title shot? I don’t mean to get all Gib on you, but he was asking for a World Title shot. I’m not interested in that right now. I had three chances to become number one contender for that belt, and unfortunately it didn’t work out. I have, however, compiled an impressive win-loss record here, and defeated a lot of the upper echelon. Better yet, look at my history when facing the current champions. Two times in tag matches I’ve come out on top over Falcon. So that gives me two wins against him. I beat the National Champion Joe Everyman straight up. I am undefeated against the Tag Team Champions Dirty Deal. And I already mentioned my impressive victory over the X-Division Champion Andrew Jacobsen. So what is left for me to do? I’ve beaten all of the champions you have put against me. I’ve earned an opportunity to win one of those titles, you’re not giving me anything. Whether it’s Everyman, Atreyu, or Jacobsen, I’ll face any one of them with the title on the line. Do you want me to get a partner and take on Dirty Deal? I’ll do that to. Just let me shine already. The fans want it, and so do I. Make it happen. Don’t keep putting me against these jobbers, or else you’re going to lose your biggest asset. Who steps in week after week and puts on the best technical matches? Who can take on either the top guy, or the lowest guy on the totem pole and still make them look credible? Yeah, it’s me. Do your part and make the fans happy. Book it. I can wait until after all the current number one contenders get there shots, but after then…it‘s got to go down.”
With that, the scene unfreezes and movement continues.
“Bro? You gonna answer my question?”
Will winks at the camera.
“Just watch this promo when you get the chance. You’ll get your answer.”
Will walks over to Tori.
“Sorry to rush off, but I’m supposed to go meet the Iconz for some training.”
“Well, it was nice seeing you. Thanks for the tights big brother.”
“I’ll see you again before your first match, I promise.”
They hug and Will goes towards the door to exit. Nick follows behind him.
“Yo! You’re not gonna stay to watch Scarface? Al Pa-friggin-cino up in here!”
Will turns around.
“You’re not even Italian! You‘re practically orange from all the fake tanning you must do!”
“Not Italian? My mother is one twenty-eighth Italian. Thus making me straight up full blooded. I’m a Paison. Not Italian my *ss. I‘m just as Italian as Tony Montana.”
“Tony Montana is Cuban. Jesus, how many times have you seen that movie? Yet you still think the character is Italian?”
“Yeah whatever you say bro. I know Tony Montana, and he was fresh off the boat from Sicily.”
Will shakes his head and walks out the door.
“Nice to meet ‘cha Will.”
Tori walks up behind Nick and taps him on the shoulder.
“You need to cool it with the Italian act.”
“It’s not an act baby. This is who I am. I’m from the Shore!”
Nick goes back to the living room to watch Scarface, and Tori just stands there befuddled.
Fade to Snipes.
“The nCw office asked me to cut another promo on Fergus Callaghan. I don’t have the time to sit down and rip on him again, so I figured I would just do it while I handle my daily business.”
He waits for the elevator to open, as it does he goes inside.
“So the big news in my life is that my little sister Victoria recently signed on for the newly formed Women’s Division. I didn’t even know she had an interest in following in my footsteps as a wrestler. I actually like the idea of having her competing against the world’s best women wrestlers. If she’s really serious about this as a career of choice, then she should want to be the best. That means beating people like Adam Knite’s sister Zelda, and Ricky Johnson’s wife Roxi. That’s some tough competition for sure, but if she’s anything like me, she’ll be up for it.”
Washington finally makes it to the door of his sister’s apartment. He knocks on the door and awaits an answer. It opens up and Tori appears. Will sits the box down and she gives him a big hug.
“Will! It’s good to see you, it’s been awhile.”
“Indeed, not since Thanksgiving.”
She lets go of the hug.
“You never call, jerk.”
“I’ve been busy.”
“Well I assume you heard the big news about me signing with nCw. I’m going to be a wrestler!”
Will bends down and picks up the box he was carrying. He extends it out to Victoria and she takes grasp.
“I did. That’s why I brought you something to get the career going kid.”
Tori rips open the packaging and finds her first pair of wrestling tights. She holds them up and looks them over with an excited look.
“Thanks Will! They’re perfect! Come in, I just have to show Nick!”
She runs inside the apartment and Will takes a step in.
“Who is Nick?”
Will walks into the large apartment and tries to navigate through the place to find his sister.
“Tori….Who is Nick?”
He turns a corner and suddenly bumps into a guy wearing an Ed Hardy T-Shirt and nut hugger jeans.
“Woah bro. What’s up?”
Will backs up and looks at this unfamiliar face.
“Are you Nick?”
“Damn straight bro. Nicky V. AKA ‘The Massacre’, AKA ‘The Straight Shooter’, AKA ‘The New Age Nostradamus.”
“Do you even know who Nostradamus is?”
“Of course. Everybody says he was a Sigmund Freud rip-off, but I say he’s more like a dumber Bill Cosby.”
“You know how much of that is incorrect?”
“Look, he was smart, but Doctor Huxtable had like a Ph.D., a D.F.A., a D.W.I., and an OBGYN.”
Will puts his hand on his forehead and looks down before looking back up.
“Is this guy serious?”
“Nevermind my infinite knowledge. One thing I don’t know is who you are? Wait. You’re Will Washington right? The wrestler? Oh damn son, that is you! I didn’t know you were my girl’s brother! Right here.”
Nick puts his fist out there for some epic fist bumping, but Will just pushes it away. As he does, Tori comes in and holds up her new tights.
“Hey Nick, look what Will brought me.”
Nick grabs her around the waist.
“Oh babe, you are gonna look so hot in that.”
“Shut up. That’s my sister.”
In the background a techno song comes on through some speakers and Nick freaks out.
“That’s my jam! I gotta turn it up.”
Nick goes into the living room and cranks the volume up to the maximum level. He starts fist pumping like a tool, and Will pulls Tori away to get some quiet.
“That guy is such a douche bag. Who does he think he is? God I want to punch him.”
“Will, he’s my boyfriend. He’s actually a really great guy if you give him a chance. In fact, I’m going to let him manage me in my matches. That way I’ll always be sure that things are on the up and up at ringside. Pretty smart right?”
“That guy can’t even take care of himself. He doesn’t even look Italian. He’s some kind of fake Guido. It’s disturbing actually. And did you hear the stuff about philosophers? What a jack-off.”
In the background Nick keeps jumping in place, pumping his fist in the sky. Will looks back at him and shakes his head.
“Lay off him alright? He’s going to help me get to the top. Maybe one day you’ll see what I see and understand how great he actually is. Better than most of the bimbos you date.”
“I know you want to make a name for yourself in this business. I get that. But don’t you think he could actually hinder you from reaching the highest level of success? Maybe take a cue from the past and not bark up this tree.”
Tori appears to turn fire red.
“Don’t tell me how to live my life Will. You go away for years, and don’t even have the decency to call or write. Hell even an instant message would have been better than nothing. It’s been so great getting to know you again these past few months, so I’d hate to have to tell you to leave me alone. You need to accept my choices. I’m twenty years old. I will live my life the way I want to. Respect me, or else.”
Will looks down at his shoes and finds the right words.
“Look, it’s hard for me to see you all grown up like this. Remember, before November, I hadn’t seen you since you were sixteen years old. In my eyes you’re always going to be my little sister, but to the rest of the world you’re this young woman. It’s going to take some time, but eventually I’ll see things for what they are. Until then, you’re just going to have to keep reminding me of how independent and grown up you are now.”
Will’s sister fights back tears.
“I love you Will.”
The music finally stops. Nick turns off the stereo and sees the duo.
“Looks like the big tough guy is really just a softy.”
The two turn to face Nick, and Will goes back in the living room with Tori trailing behind.
“Just because I love my sister doesn’t mean I’m soft. Watch my match this week and see what I do to Fergus Callaghan.”
Nick ****s his head to the side.
“Oh yeah? And just how do you think you’re going to beat him? He downs so much alcohol that he probably can’t feel pain. I mean, I never see him at the clubs or nuttin, but I’ve seen a match or two of his, and there’s no way that guy is sober. So tell me Mister Army Man. Why are you so confident?”
Will fights the urge to punch the pompous man. Instead, he yells out.
“Freeze!”
And just like the nineteen-nineties teen comedy Saved By The Bell, everything on the screen freezes except for Will. He looks around at the frozen room and walks a little closer to the camera.
“Ahh..I just Zack Morris’ed this place. Was it achieved through magic, or through tricky camera techniques and video editing? I guess we’ll never know, but none of that matters. Some interesting questions were posed to me by that dork over there. Why am I so confident heading in to this match? Well….I’ve already answered that question once. So it’s obvious to me that Nicky V doesn’t watch as much nCw as he claims. Really, that’s a good thing. His time would be better spent reading a book. But his other inquiry is the one I want to address. How do I expect to beat Fergus?”
He walks over beside the motionless Guido wannabe and laughs to himself.
“If you’ve ever seen a match of mine, you can pretty much see all of my tactics. I can knock someone out, or I can choke someone out. Or in the case of Jimmy Zane, I can do both. I’m a jack of all trades when it comes to the art of grappling, and I’ve tested myself against some of the best nCw has to offer. Not only that, but I’ve always been living under the learning tree of two of the greatest wrestlers of all time: Lance Ryan and Brad Kane. The only things better than my submissions are my strikes. There is no one in this company who can match me hold for hold. Strike for strike. Then management goes and puts Fergus Callaghan in front of me. Maybe they think brawling techniques and sloppy moves will be able to put up a challenge for me. Apparently seeing my agility in the ring against him stumbling around is something someone might want to see. Didn’t they see my technical classic with Andrew Jacobsen? I’m the best wrestler in the world. So how do I plan on winning this week? By breaking not only bones, but by breaking a will. I’ll make the guy wish he never entered this line of work. This week might be a cakewalk, but I’ll still bring my best stuff, because apparently I still have something to prove to the people who run this company. All I’ve got to say is Fergus, you better watch out, because I just might end you. Now I’ve got something I’d like to say to management….”
He takes a step forward and his expression changes to an overwhelming seriousness.
“What do I have to do to get a title shot? I don’t mean to get all Gib on you, but he was asking for a World Title shot. I’m not interested in that right now. I had three chances to become number one contender for that belt, and unfortunately it didn’t work out. I have, however, compiled an impressive win-loss record here, and defeated a lot of the upper echelon. Better yet, look at my history when facing the current champions. Two times in tag matches I’ve come out on top over Falcon. So that gives me two wins against him. I beat the National Champion Joe Everyman straight up. I am undefeated against the Tag Team Champions Dirty Deal. And I already mentioned my impressive victory over the X-Division Champion Andrew Jacobsen. So what is left for me to do? I’ve beaten all of the champions you have put against me. I’ve earned an opportunity to win one of those titles, you’re not giving me anything. Whether it’s Everyman, Atreyu, or Jacobsen, I’ll face any one of them with the title on the line. Do you want me to get a partner and take on Dirty Deal? I’ll do that to. Just let me shine already. The fans want it, and so do I. Make it happen. Don’t keep putting me against these jobbers, or else you’re going to lose your biggest asset. Who steps in week after week and puts on the best technical matches? Who can take on either the top guy, or the lowest guy on the totem pole and still make them look credible? Yeah, it’s me. Do your part and make the fans happy. Book it. I can wait until after all the current number one contenders get there shots, but after then…it‘s got to go down.”
With that, the scene unfreezes and movement continues.
“Bro? You gonna answer my question?”
Will winks at the camera.
“Just watch this promo when you get the chance. You’ll get your answer.”
Will walks over to Tori.
“Sorry to rush off, but I’m supposed to go meet the Iconz for some training.”
“Well, it was nice seeing you. Thanks for the tights big brother.”
“I’ll see you again before your first match, I promise.”
They hug and Will goes towards the door to exit. Nick follows behind him.
“Yo! You’re not gonna stay to watch Scarface? Al Pa-friggin-cino up in here!”
Will turns around.
“You’re not even Italian! You‘re practically orange from all the fake tanning you must do!”
“Not Italian? My mother is one twenty-eighth Italian. Thus making me straight up full blooded. I’m a Paison. Not Italian my *ss. I‘m just as Italian as Tony Montana.”
“Tony Montana is Cuban. Jesus, how many times have you seen that movie? Yet you still think the character is Italian?”
“Yeah whatever you say bro. I know Tony Montana, and he was fresh off the boat from Sicily.”
Will shakes his head and walks out the door.
“Nice to meet ‘cha Will.”
Tori walks up behind Nick and taps him on the shoulder.
“You need to cool it with the Italian act.”
“It’s not an act baby. This is who I am. I’m from the Shore!”
Nick goes back to the living room to watch Scarface, and Tori just stands there befuddled.
Fade to Snipes.