Post by Shane Hunt on Jan 26, 2010 11:26:36 GMT -6
After winning a non-title match against a Champion in NCW, you would think Paul Star would be happy, and ready to celebrate his latest big victory. If you thought that was the case, you would be very wrong. As the scene opens we are situated in the locker room area, where Paul James is laying across a bench in the middle of the room with his top off. In the middle of Paul's stomach is a welt which measures about three inches, and which is surrounded by a bruise. Standing next to Paul is Leon Wesker, the NCW medic. Wesker is examining Paul's injury, pressing around the area.
" Does it hurt here? "
Wesker asks this while he brushes his finger around a certain area on Paul's mid-section. Paul shrugs his shoulders as best he can considering the position he is in.
" Not really. I'm more pissed off than I am hurt. "
Wesker nods his head slowly.
" That's understandable. You did just get hit in the stomach by a baseball bat covered in barbed wire. You're lucky to only have the welt and some bruising. I'll wrap it anyway, just to be on the safe side. You'll need to stand up and lift your arms so I can get all the way around your mid-section. "
Paul stands up, and lifts his arms as the medic told him to. Wesker fishes around in his pouch, which is attached to his belt. He finds some bandage wrap and pulls it out of his pouch. Wesker starts wrapping the bandage around Paul's stomach and lower back. It goes around four times, and as Wesker reaches the end he tucks it all in neatly around the back of Paul. Wesker comes around the front of Paul again and faces him.
" How does it feel? "
Paul shrugs his shoulders once again, looking down at the bandage as he responds to Wesker.
" It's OK. Can't imagine it feeling anymore comfortable than it does. "
Wesker seems content with this answer.
" So, is there anything else you need looking at while I'm here.
Paul shakes his head.
" Nope, everything else feels fine. Thanks for having a look at me and wrapping me up like a mummy. "
Wesker sblack persons at Paul's comment. He walk toward the locker room door and opens it. Before stepping out of the locker room, he looks back toward Paul.
" If you need me, you know where to find me. "
" Cheers doc. "
Wesker steps out of the room, shutting the door behind himself. With Wesker gone, Paul goes about getting himself dressed. He walks over to his locker, which is already open. He reaches in and pulls out a black T-shirt. He throws it over his head and puts his head and arms through the relevant holes. As he pulls it down over his chest and stomach, we see it has the new Paul Star design on it, complete with Paul's new catchphrase. Paul reaches into his locker again, this time pulling out his mobile phone, wallet, and apartment key. He shoves everything into his trouser pockets, which he'd changed before Wesker had arrived on the scene. He then shuts his locker and locks it.
Paul walks over to the coat hangers, which are along the wall from one end of the room to the other. He grabs his cream coloured coat and unhooks it from the wall, putting it on in an awkward fashion. Paul is about to walk toward the locker room when his phone starts to ring in his pocket. Paul plummets his hand into his pocket, pulling his phone out as his hand emerges from the pocket again. Paul looks at the phones screen. An eyebrow raises as Paul reads the name out loud.
" Alex Jordan... What does he want at this time of the evening? "
Paul lifts the phone to his ear and presses a button to answer.
" Hello mate, what's up? "
With technology being as advanced as it is today, we are magically able to hear what Alex is saying at the other end of the line.
" Hi Paul! I saw your match a little while ago. You kicked Atreyu's butt! "
Paul chuckles to himself. He should have realised the only thing Alex would ring him for is to talk wrestling with him.
" I wouldn't say I kicked his butt, but I did beat him. I'm not going to brag about it though. Atreyu really pushed me, and I had to work hard to keep him down for three. If I hadn't tripped him and made him fall head first onto the ring post, I may not have beaten him. "
Alex sounds displeased with Paul's attitude, as he fires back with his own opinion on the end of the match.
" You beat him, regardless of how you did it. You beat the Honor champion, even if it was a non-title match... Where's the attitude gone, Paul?? This isn't like the new you. "
Paul looks down at his stomach. Even though he can't see the bruise because it's covered, he still knows it's there. He looks back up again, staring into space with an angered expression crossing his face.
" I'm still pissed off about what happened after the match. Cobain once again proved how pathetic he is, having to resort to sneak attacks to down myself and Atreyu. He's left me with a bruise and a long scratch mark on my gut from where he hit me. "
Paul starts pacing around the locker room, trying to keep himself calm.
" I saw that too. Cobain is an idiot, and should be banned from NCW. After the match I went on the NCW website, and the card for Metamar... Metomer... The PPV card is up! You'll never guess who Atreyu is against. "
Paul scratches his chin with his free hand.
" I'd like to say me, but there's no chance of that yet. I'm guessing it's... "
Before Paul is able to take a guess, Alex cuts in.
" Chris Cobain! Atreyu is defending against Chris Cobain at the PPV! "
Paul looks shocked and angry at the same time, with his jaw dropping and his eyebrows angled downward.
" What the Hell?? After all the crap Cobain has pulled, he's been given a shot at the title?!? "
Paul barks this down the phone at Alex, who responds in a calmer fashion.
" Don't worry, Atreyu has a great chance to get revenge on Cobain. Cobain has to wrestle by Honor rules, while Atreyu has to bust Cobain open before he can pin him. "
Paul's expression slowly transforms, as a rather sick smile crosses his face. He also ceases his pacing at this point.
" Ah, that sounds good. The NCW staff have basically given Atreyu the right to beat Cobain to a pulp without getting himself disqualified from the match. I like the way the staff work here, and I like the prospect of seeing a bloodied and battered Chris Cobain being pinned and losing the Honor championship he didn't truthfully own in the first place. "
Alex is heard sblack personing.
" I'll be betting on Atreyu winning, and Cobain being stretchered into a waiting ambulance. You knocked most of the sense out of him the other week, and Atreyu's going to knock the rest out at the PPV. "
Paul takes the subject away from Atreyu and Cobain, but keeps it PPV related.
" So... While you were looking at the card, did you see my name in any of the matches? "
" You aren't on the main card, but you are in a match on the undercard show which is called Wired. "
Paul looks satisfied by this, nodding his head a few times.
" That's cool. So, who am I up against? "
Alex doesn't reply for a moment, seemingly looking at the card to make sure he gets this right.
" Ah, here it is. You're in a number one contenders match for the X-Division championship. "
Paul's eyes light up as he excitedly asks Alex about the match.
" That's so cool! Who am I against? "
" It's a four way. You've got Mr. Red, Jack Hammond, and Freakke the Clown. "
Paul seems equally as happy about his opponents as he did when Alex told him the match was a number on contenders match.
" That's going to be an awesome match! I love these three and four way matches. They give me so much more opportunity to impress, and I intend to do so. I've got a great record so far in matches with multiple opponents. My first ever match in NCW was a Riot preview match involving me, and five other wrestlers. I finished second, nearly getting the victory. Last week, I won a triple threat match with ease. I've got plenty of reasons to be confident going into my match at Wired. My opponents may be tough, but I'm well up for the challenge! "
Alex chuckles to himself down the phone. Paul doesn't know why though.
" What are you laughing at mate? "
Alex explains.
" You Paul. It's good to hear you've suddenly found your attitude again. I think it's great when you start going on about how your better than your opponents, but it does make me laugh. "
Paul raises an eyebrow, confused by what Alex just said.
" I don't understand mate. How does me being confident in my abilities make you laugh? "
" I'm not sure. It just does. Anyway, I've got to go. I'll speak to you soon Paul. "
Paul nods his head, because Alex is really going to see that...
" Yeah mate, catch you later. Cheers for the heads up on who I'm against next week. "
Paul removes the phone from the side of his face, and presses a button to hang up on Alex. He still looks slightly confused about Alex laughing at him.
" He's a strange lad, but you gotta love him... "
Paul says this to himself as he puts his phone back in his pocket. He walks to the locker room door and opens it. As he steps through the doorway, he shuts the door behind himself. We are left alone in the locker room for a second, before the camera cuts off.
" Does it hurt here? "
Wesker asks this while he brushes his finger around a certain area on Paul's mid-section. Paul shrugs his shoulders as best he can considering the position he is in.
" Not really. I'm more pissed off than I am hurt. "
Wesker nods his head slowly.
" That's understandable. You did just get hit in the stomach by a baseball bat covered in barbed wire. You're lucky to only have the welt and some bruising. I'll wrap it anyway, just to be on the safe side. You'll need to stand up and lift your arms so I can get all the way around your mid-section. "
Paul stands up, and lifts his arms as the medic told him to. Wesker fishes around in his pouch, which is attached to his belt. He finds some bandage wrap and pulls it out of his pouch. Wesker starts wrapping the bandage around Paul's stomach and lower back. It goes around four times, and as Wesker reaches the end he tucks it all in neatly around the back of Paul. Wesker comes around the front of Paul again and faces him.
" How does it feel? "
Paul shrugs his shoulders once again, looking down at the bandage as he responds to Wesker.
" It's OK. Can't imagine it feeling anymore comfortable than it does. "
Wesker seems content with this answer.
" So, is there anything else you need looking at while I'm here.
Paul shakes his head.
" Nope, everything else feels fine. Thanks for having a look at me and wrapping me up like a mummy. "
Wesker sblack persons at Paul's comment. He walk toward the locker room door and opens it. Before stepping out of the locker room, he looks back toward Paul.
" If you need me, you know where to find me. "
" Cheers doc. "
Wesker steps out of the room, shutting the door behind himself. With Wesker gone, Paul goes about getting himself dressed. He walks over to his locker, which is already open. He reaches in and pulls out a black T-shirt. He throws it over his head and puts his head and arms through the relevant holes. As he pulls it down over his chest and stomach, we see it has the new Paul Star design on it, complete with Paul's new catchphrase. Paul reaches into his locker again, this time pulling out his mobile phone, wallet, and apartment key. He shoves everything into his trouser pockets, which he'd changed before Wesker had arrived on the scene. He then shuts his locker and locks it.
Paul walks over to the coat hangers, which are along the wall from one end of the room to the other. He grabs his cream coloured coat and unhooks it from the wall, putting it on in an awkward fashion. Paul is about to walk toward the locker room when his phone starts to ring in his pocket. Paul plummets his hand into his pocket, pulling his phone out as his hand emerges from the pocket again. Paul looks at the phones screen. An eyebrow raises as Paul reads the name out loud.
" Alex Jordan... What does he want at this time of the evening? "
Paul lifts the phone to his ear and presses a button to answer.
" Hello mate, what's up? "
With technology being as advanced as it is today, we are magically able to hear what Alex is saying at the other end of the line.
" Hi Paul! I saw your match a little while ago. You kicked Atreyu's butt! "
Paul chuckles to himself. He should have realised the only thing Alex would ring him for is to talk wrestling with him.
" I wouldn't say I kicked his butt, but I did beat him. I'm not going to brag about it though. Atreyu really pushed me, and I had to work hard to keep him down for three. If I hadn't tripped him and made him fall head first onto the ring post, I may not have beaten him. "
Alex sounds displeased with Paul's attitude, as he fires back with his own opinion on the end of the match.
" You beat him, regardless of how you did it. You beat the Honor champion, even if it was a non-title match... Where's the attitude gone, Paul?? This isn't like the new you. "
Paul looks down at his stomach. Even though he can't see the bruise because it's covered, he still knows it's there. He looks back up again, staring into space with an angered expression crossing his face.
" I'm still pissed off about what happened after the match. Cobain once again proved how pathetic he is, having to resort to sneak attacks to down myself and Atreyu. He's left me with a bruise and a long scratch mark on my gut from where he hit me. "
Paul starts pacing around the locker room, trying to keep himself calm.
" I saw that too. Cobain is an idiot, and should be banned from NCW. After the match I went on the NCW website, and the card for Metamar... Metomer... The PPV card is up! You'll never guess who Atreyu is against. "
Paul scratches his chin with his free hand.
" I'd like to say me, but there's no chance of that yet. I'm guessing it's... "
Before Paul is able to take a guess, Alex cuts in.
" Chris Cobain! Atreyu is defending against Chris Cobain at the PPV! "
Paul looks shocked and angry at the same time, with his jaw dropping and his eyebrows angled downward.
" What the Hell?? After all the crap Cobain has pulled, he's been given a shot at the title?!? "
Paul barks this down the phone at Alex, who responds in a calmer fashion.
" Don't worry, Atreyu has a great chance to get revenge on Cobain. Cobain has to wrestle by Honor rules, while Atreyu has to bust Cobain open before he can pin him. "
Paul's expression slowly transforms, as a rather sick smile crosses his face. He also ceases his pacing at this point.
" Ah, that sounds good. The NCW staff have basically given Atreyu the right to beat Cobain to a pulp without getting himself disqualified from the match. I like the way the staff work here, and I like the prospect of seeing a bloodied and battered Chris Cobain being pinned and losing the Honor championship he didn't truthfully own in the first place. "
Alex is heard sblack personing.
" I'll be betting on Atreyu winning, and Cobain being stretchered into a waiting ambulance. You knocked most of the sense out of him the other week, and Atreyu's going to knock the rest out at the PPV. "
Paul takes the subject away from Atreyu and Cobain, but keeps it PPV related.
" So... While you were looking at the card, did you see my name in any of the matches? "
" You aren't on the main card, but you are in a match on the undercard show which is called Wired. "
Paul looks satisfied by this, nodding his head a few times.
" That's cool. So, who am I up against? "
Alex doesn't reply for a moment, seemingly looking at the card to make sure he gets this right.
" Ah, here it is. You're in a number one contenders match for the X-Division championship. "
Paul's eyes light up as he excitedly asks Alex about the match.
" That's so cool! Who am I against? "
" It's a four way. You've got Mr. Red, Jack Hammond, and Freakke the Clown. "
Paul seems equally as happy about his opponents as he did when Alex told him the match was a number on contenders match.
" That's going to be an awesome match! I love these three and four way matches. They give me so much more opportunity to impress, and I intend to do so. I've got a great record so far in matches with multiple opponents. My first ever match in NCW was a Riot preview match involving me, and five other wrestlers. I finished second, nearly getting the victory. Last week, I won a triple threat match with ease. I've got plenty of reasons to be confident going into my match at Wired. My opponents may be tough, but I'm well up for the challenge! "
Alex chuckles to himself down the phone. Paul doesn't know why though.
" What are you laughing at mate? "
Alex explains.
" You Paul. It's good to hear you've suddenly found your attitude again. I think it's great when you start going on about how your better than your opponents, but it does make me laugh. "
Paul raises an eyebrow, confused by what Alex just said.
" I don't understand mate. How does me being confident in my abilities make you laugh? "
" I'm not sure. It just does. Anyway, I've got to go. I'll speak to you soon Paul. "
Paul nods his head, because Alex is really going to see that...
" Yeah mate, catch you later. Cheers for the heads up on who I'm against next week. "
Paul removes the phone from the side of his face, and presses a button to hang up on Alex. He still looks slightly confused about Alex laughing at him.
" He's a strange lad, but you gotta love him... "
Paul says this to himself as he puts his phone back in his pocket. He walks to the locker room door and opens it. As he steps through the doorway, he shuts the door behind himself. We are left alone in the locker room for a second, before the camera cuts off.