Post by Shane Hunt on Jan 28, 2010 16:05:01 GMT -6
The destination, a shop on the corner of a street in Dallas, Texas. The time, about 12:30pm. The weather, terrible! We are situated at the counter in said shop, where a ginger haired, freckled boy in his late teens stands behind a cash register. The teen is wearing a pair of wide rimmed glasses, and a tatty work uniform. To the side of the register is a selection of chocolate bars and other tasty treats in bar form. Behind the teenager is a selection of alcohol in glass bottles. The teen looks rather bored, as the shop is currently dead.
After a moment of watching the teen adjusting his glasses even though they look straight enough, a harsh beeping sound is heard. The camera turns toward the shop entrance, which is where this beeping came from. As the camera focuses, we see Paul Star wiping his feet on the mat just inside the door while folding his umbrella. He looks cold, but won't be for long as the heating in the shop seems to be at full blast.
Paul heads straight to the counter, where the teen is still messing around with his glasses behind the cash register. The counter assistant perks up as he sees a potential customer approaching him. To be honest, he just seems relieved to see anyone, be they a customer of not. Paul stops in front of the chocolates, and the cashier side-steps so that he is in direct line with Paul.
" Hello sir, how can I help you? "
On speaking, we see that the teen also has braces and a squeaky voice. Is there anything else that could surely be wrong with this poor boy? We aren't going to find out, because Paul is more interested in getting what he came into the shop for.
" Hey mate. I ordered some teabags two weeks ago, and when I came in last week the girl who was working at the time told me they hadn't turned up, and she'd re-order them for me. So here I am, ready to get me some Earl Grey. "
The teen reaches under the counter, pulling out an order book from the depths of the counter. He flicks to the right day. The teen nearly has his nose touching the book, as he scans through the list of about four specially ordered items that should have turned up today. He shakes his head, rubbing his nose against the book lightly as he does so. Paul lets out a sigh.
" Please don't tell me it hasn't arrived again... "
The teen looks up at Paul, and gives him a nod.
" I'm sorry sir, but there was no sign of your special order on our delivery this morning. "
Paul slaps his forehead with his palm in a disappointed manner.
" This is ridiculous. I've been in twice now, and both times I've been told the same. How can they just not show up? "
The teen shrugs his shoulders. As he does so, the beeping noise from the entrance sounds out again as someone else enters the shop. Our focus stays with Paul and the teenage cashier though.
" I'm sorry sir. All it says here is it was due in, but wasn't on the delivery. "
Paul raises an eyebrow. He doesn't look convinced by what the teen is saying.
" So you're telling me that my teabags have just disappeared... This is just like my opponents for Wired! "
Paul suddenly turns to the side and faces straight at the camera. The cashier looks confused by this.
" That's right, my opponents for Wired seem to have disappeared without a trace. "
The cashier tries to get Paul's attention.
" Excuse me sir... "
Paul ignores him, and speaks on straight into the camera.
" So where have they disappeared to? I was looking forward to... "
" SIR! "
Shouts this to get Paul's attention. Paul turns back to the cashier and addresses him.
" What are you still doing here? You do realise you're in my camera shot? Can you go away please so I can talk to my fans? "
The cashier doesn't seem to understand what Paul's going on about.
" Sir, could you move along please. There's a lady waiting to be served. I'll re-order your tea again, but I must get on and serve this lady. Please take your strange talking outside... "
Paul looks around and realises that he is just getting in the way. There isn't really that much space to cut a promo and not be in peoples way... Well, that one ladies way.
" I'm sorry mate. Thanks for re-ordering my tea. I'll be back next week. "
The cashier nods, and beckons the lady to come over with her shopping. Paul looks at the camera once again.
" Well, it seems we'll have to take this elsewhere. Come on... "
Paul signals for the cameraman to follow him out of the shop. Paul stops by the door, where he decides to continue on with his promo.
" Now, where was I... Ah yes, my opponents for Wired. I was really looking forward to hearing what they have to say about me and each other. I can imagine what each of them would say about me, and I'm now going to try and say it how each of them would. I'll start off as Freakke the Clown. "
Paul coughs to clear his throat. He then attempts an impression of Freakke. At the moment he starts doing this impression, the lady who was behind him in the shop walks out the shop door. She gives Paul a funny look as she walks away, and off camera.
" ... Hey boys and girls. I'm Doink... Damn! I'll start again... Hey boys and girls. I'm Freakke the Clown, your happy little wrestling joker. So yeah... I've got a match against Paul James and those others, but Paul is the one I want to talk about.... Erm... Paul isn't a joke in the ring, like I am. He can actually wrestle, and has pride in wrestling. He also has pride in himself, hence why he doesn't dress like a clown. I dress like a clown because I have very low self esteem, and I smell funny too... "
Paul goes back to his own voice now. Not that his impression of Freakke didn't sound pretty much like him anyway. As he starts speaking in his own voice, another lady enters the shop.
" So yeah, I kind of ran out of things that Freakke would say. I'm sure you get the picture though. He more than likely thinks I'm pretty awesome compared to himself... "
As Paul says this, the lady who went in the shop a moment ago exits, followed closely by the cashier Paul was talking to earlier. The cashier doesn't look very happy. The lady points at Paul.
" That's him! "
The cashier confronts Paul, but as he speaks he stutters with nerves.
" Sir, could you... Could you please move along. We... Erm... We don't want buskers outside the shop... Please... Can you please move along? "
Both Paul's eyebrows raise this time, with him being so surprised. He points at the camera, and the cashier looks at it.
" Mate, do you really think a busker would busk while be recorded on camera? "
The cashier shrugs his shoulders.
" I don't know how you people work. I've never busked... "
Paul looks shocked that the cashier even attempted to answer his question.
" What the Hell? It was a rhetorical question! "
The cashier doesn't take in Paul's sarcasm.
" Sir, please move along... "
Paul breaths in deep and lets out a big sigh.
" Fine, we'll go... "
Paul signals for the cameraman to follow him for a second time.
" Come on. We're too good for this shop entrance anyway! "
Paul walks down the round about ten yards. He looks back at the cashier, who is sweeping the area where Paul was standing while watching him like a hawk. The cashier shoos Paul further away. Paul reluctantly walks a few yards further down the street, stopping in front of a boarded up shop.
" Right, I think that's far enough... Damn, I forget where I was... "
The cameraman whispers something to Paul. Paul nods by the camera to the cameraman and smiles at him.
" Oh yeah! Cheers for that. I think I'll scrap the impressions, because the first one was a complete failure. Let's talk about Mr. Red next, the superhero come wrestling nobody in a mask. Where is he then? In a costume like that, my best bet is some bondage convention. I mean, look at him. That all in one suit is terrible, and the gimp mask... I think that's on too tight and stopping blood getting to his brain, because he seems to think he's better than everyone else in NCW. I've got a bit of harsh reality for you Red, you're nothing special and there's plenty of wrestlers in NCW who could beat you with ease. I'm one of those wrestlers, and I'll prove it at Wired. "
Paul thinks for a second about the match he's in at Wired, trying to remember who the last opponent in the match is.
" Oh God, I nearly forgot who my other opponent is in the match! Sorry Hammond, I guess you're just that forgettable. Don't feel to down about it though. It's not that I don't like you. It's just that you haven't been around much recently, and when you have made an appearance in a match lately, you've either lost or put on a poor performance. I'm sure it's not your fault, and I'm sure you'll get over this rough patch soon enough. I urge you to get over it sooner rather than later, because I'm going through the exact opposite as you, and I'll beat you without any hesitation if you don't buck your ideas up! "
Paul beckons the camera to come in closer to him. The camera moves in so we can only see Paul's chest and head.
" Come on, don't be shy... "
Paul signals the camera to come in even closer with a single head movement. The camera moves in in so you can now only see his head and a bit of his neck. Paul smiles cockily.
" That's todays... INJECTION OF ATTITUDE! "
The camera fades as Paul continues smiling at the camera.
After a moment of watching the teen adjusting his glasses even though they look straight enough, a harsh beeping sound is heard. The camera turns toward the shop entrance, which is where this beeping came from. As the camera focuses, we see Paul Star wiping his feet on the mat just inside the door while folding his umbrella. He looks cold, but won't be for long as the heating in the shop seems to be at full blast.
Paul heads straight to the counter, where the teen is still messing around with his glasses behind the cash register. The counter assistant perks up as he sees a potential customer approaching him. To be honest, he just seems relieved to see anyone, be they a customer of not. Paul stops in front of the chocolates, and the cashier side-steps so that he is in direct line with Paul.
" Hello sir, how can I help you? "
On speaking, we see that the teen also has braces and a squeaky voice. Is there anything else that could surely be wrong with this poor boy? We aren't going to find out, because Paul is more interested in getting what he came into the shop for.
" Hey mate. I ordered some teabags two weeks ago, and when I came in last week the girl who was working at the time told me they hadn't turned up, and she'd re-order them for me. So here I am, ready to get me some Earl Grey. "
The teen reaches under the counter, pulling out an order book from the depths of the counter. He flicks to the right day. The teen nearly has his nose touching the book, as he scans through the list of about four specially ordered items that should have turned up today. He shakes his head, rubbing his nose against the book lightly as he does so. Paul lets out a sigh.
" Please don't tell me it hasn't arrived again... "
The teen looks up at Paul, and gives him a nod.
" I'm sorry sir, but there was no sign of your special order on our delivery this morning. "
Paul slaps his forehead with his palm in a disappointed manner.
" This is ridiculous. I've been in twice now, and both times I've been told the same. How can they just not show up? "
The teen shrugs his shoulders. As he does so, the beeping noise from the entrance sounds out again as someone else enters the shop. Our focus stays with Paul and the teenage cashier though.
" I'm sorry sir. All it says here is it was due in, but wasn't on the delivery. "
Paul raises an eyebrow. He doesn't look convinced by what the teen is saying.
" So you're telling me that my teabags have just disappeared... This is just like my opponents for Wired! "
Paul suddenly turns to the side and faces straight at the camera. The cashier looks confused by this.
" That's right, my opponents for Wired seem to have disappeared without a trace. "
The cashier tries to get Paul's attention.
" Excuse me sir... "
Paul ignores him, and speaks on straight into the camera.
" So where have they disappeared to? I was looking forward to... "
" SIR! "
Shouts this to get Paul's attention. Paul turns back to the cashier and addresses him.
" What are you still doing here? You do realise you're in my camera shot? Can you go away please so I can talk to my fans? "
The cashier doesn't seem to understand what Paul's going on about.
" Sir, could you move along please. There's a lady waiting to be served. I'll re-order your tea again, but I must get on and serve this lady. Please take your strange talking outside... "
Paul looks around and realises that he is just getting in the way. There isn't really that much space to cut a promo and not be in peoples way... Well, that one ladies way.
" I'm sorry mate. Thanks for re-ordering my tea. I'll be back next week. "
The cashier nods, and beckons the lady to come over with her shopping. Paul looks at the camera once again.
" Well, it seems we'll have to take this elsewhere. Come on... "
Paul signals for the cameraman to follow him out of the shop. Paul stops by the door, where he decides to continue on with his promo.
" Now, where was I... Ah yes, my opponents for Wired. I was really looking forward to hearing what they have to say about me and each other. I can imagine what each of them would say about me, and I'm now going to try and say it how each of them would. I'll start off as Freakke the Clown. "
Paul coughs to clear his throat. He then attempts an impression of Freakke. At the moment he starts doing this impression, the lady who was behind him in the shop walks out the shop door. She gives Paul a funny look as she walks away, and off camera.
" ... Hey boys and girls. I'm Doink... Damn! I'll start again... Hey boys and girls. I'm Freakke the Clown, your happy little wrestling joker. So yeah... I've got a match against Paul James and those others, but Paul is the one I want to talk about.... Erm... Paul isn't a joke in the ring, like I am. He can actually wrestle, and has pride in wrestling. He also has pride in himself, hence why he doesn't dress like a clown. I dress like a clown because I have very low self esteem, and I smell funny too... "
Paul goes back to his own voice now. Not that his impression of Freakke didn't sound pretty much like him anyway. As he starts speaking in his own voice, another lady enters the shop.
" So yeah, I kind of ran out of things that Freakke would say. I'm sure you get the picture though. He more than likely thinks I'm pretty awesome compared to himself... "
As Paul says this, the lady who went in the shop a moment ago exits, followed closely by the cashier Paul was talking to earlier. The cashier doesn't look very happy. The lady points at Paul.
" That's him! "
The cashier confronts Paul, but as he speaks he stutters with nerves.
" Sir, could you... Could you please move along. We... Erm... We don't want buskers outside the shop... Please... Can you please move along? "
Both Paul's eyebrows raise this time, with him being so surprised. He points at the camera, and the cashier looks at it.
" Mate, do you really think a busker would busk while be recorded on camera? "
The cashier shrugs his shoulders.
" I don't know how you people work. I've never busked... "
Paul looks shocked that the cashier even attempted to answer his question.
" What the Hell? It was a rhetorical question! "
The cashier doesn't take in Paul's sarcasm.
" Sir, please move along... "
Paul breaths in deep and lets out a big sigh.
" Fine, we'll go... "
Paul signals for the cameraman to follow him for a second time.
" Come on. We're too good for this shop entrance anyway! "
Paul walks down the round about ten yards. He looks back at the cashier, who is sweeping the area where Paul was standing while watching him like a hawk. The cashier shoos Paul further away. Paul reluctantly walks a few yards further down the street, stopping in front of a boarded up shop.
" Right, I think that's far enough... Damn, I forget where I was... "
The cameraman whispers something to Paul. Paul nods by the camera to the cameraman and smiles at him.
" Oh yeah! Cheers for that. I think I'll scrap the impressions, because the first one was a complete failure. Let's talk about Mr. Red next, the superhero come wrestling nobody in a mask. Where is he then? In a costume like that, my best bet is some bondage convention. I mean, look at him. That all in one suit is terrible, and the gimp mask... I think that's on too tight and stopping blood getting to his brain, because he seems to think he's better than everyone else in NCW. I've got a bit of harsh reality for you Red, you're nothing special and there's plenty of wrestlers in NCW who could beat you with ease. I'm one of those wrestlers, and I'll prove it at Wired. "
Paul thinks for a second about the match he's in at Wired, trying to remember who the last opponent in the match is.
" Oh God, I nearly forgot who my other opponent is in the match! Sorry Hammond, I guess you're just that forgettable. Don't feel to down about it though. It's not that I don't like you. It's just that you haven't been around much recently, and when you have made an appearance in a match lately, you've either lost or put on a poor performance. I'm sure it's not your fault, and I'm sure you'll get over this rough patch soon enough. I urge you to get over it sooner rather than later, because I'm going through the exact opposite as you, and I'll beat you without any hesitation if you don't buck your ideas up! "
Paul beckons the camera to come in closer to him. The camera moves in so we can only see Paul's chest and head.
" Come on, don't be shy... "
Paul signals the camera to come in even closer with a single head movement. The camera moves in in so you can now only see his head and a bit of his neck. Paul smiles cockily.
" That's todays... INJECTION OF ATTITUDE! "
The camera fades as Paul continues smiling at the camera.