Post by Will Washington on Oct 24, 2010 6:29:51 GMT -6
We open our scene on Will Washington. He sits alone staring at the computer screen before him. The uninviting whiteness of a blank Microsoft Word document has been looking back at him for so long that it’s practically engraved in his brain. Trying to find the right words to say is never easy, but at this point it seems that any other task would make this one seem like trying to climb the tallest mountain.
“Come on!”
He pleads with himself to write something. Anything to break the blinding blizzard-like whiteness of nothing. Still nothing comes. The clock ticks with each passing second to the point that it begins to sound like a bass drum pounding inside of his head. He tries anything to get himself away from this situation. Something has to give. The camera focuses on the white abyss of the screen and we spin rapidly into a different scene…
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Our next visual is of the outside of a 7/11 convenience store. We jet through the glass doors and inside and stop at the back of a jean jacket with an REO Speedwagon logo sewn onto it.
Will: “This looks so ridiculous.”
The man in the jean jacket, blue jeans, and jean shirt turns around, revealing himself to be Will Washington. He’s sporting a brand new, thick, blonde mustache, so you know he looks legit.
Adam: “I don’t know man. It’s not really that bad.”
We zoom over to Adam Knite who is wearing all leather like some sort of gay Hell’s Angel.
Will: “Are you kidding me? We look like a couple of fagg…..”
Before he can finish that sentence, he notices a flamboyant looking gentleman giving him an evil look from in front of the magazine rack.
Will: “…..We look lame. I hate the seventies throwback episode.”
Adam: “Please. You’re just mad because they made you grow that luxurious ‘stache. I don’t know why you won’t accept that it’s the way of the future. Look at all the guys in nCw sporting them right now. Honcho….Machado…..Falcon…..Danielson…..”
Will: “I don’t see you rocking a ‘stache. So shut it.”
Adam: “That’s just because Kelly doesn’t like it when it rubs when we’re kissing. If it was up to me, I’d have the thickest porno ‘stache ever.”
Washington grabs a few Slim Jims (Snap into one) and his limited edition Knitington Big Gulp cup and puts it all on the counter.
Will: “You’re so whipped Adam. If it was me and I wanted to wear a lip sweater, I wouldn’t let Kelly stop me from it.”
Adam: “Have you met Kelly?! If I ever went against her like that she’d have my balls in a vice.”
Will pulls out his wallet to pay for the goods, when Adam walks up and throws a copy of Maxim magazine on the counter. Will looks down at the cover and back over at his tag team partner inquisitively.
Will: “Maxim? Really?”
Adam: “I figure if they want us to dress like douche bags, I should do douche bag-like activities, and douche bags love Maxim. Coincidently, I have a game of laser tag set up for us later too.”
Will: “Wow. You really get into character.”
Adam: “Says the man with the porno ‘stache.”
Will: “Touché.”
The gentleman working behind the counter bags up the goods and accepts the payment,,,,and he WAS NOT, I repeat NOT Pakistani………he was Armenian.
7/11 Cashier: “Thank you, come again.”
The future of tag team wrestling exit the store and Adam runs and slides across the hood of a 1978 Firebird Trans Am before climbing through the window and into the driver’s seat. Washington gets in the passenger seat like a normal human being, and rips open a Slim Jim (Ohhhhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh).
Adam: “I tell you what. They really hooked us up with a sweet ride. The Trans Am is badass.”
Will: “No doubt. I’m surprised they let us take it off set. You know how anal they can get about that kind of thing.”
Adam: “Bro. Don’t say the word ‘anal’ when you’re rocking a mustache and riding in a Trans Am. People might get the wrong idea.”
Will: “You’re wearing all leather! Does this kettle look black to you?”
Adam: “Good point.”
Knite peels out of the parking lot like a madman, nearly causing a wreck as he enters the flow of traffic.
Adam: “We have to get back to set before one, but I think we’ve got time for some Go-Karts first. What do you say?”
Will: “As fun as it’d be to dominate you on the track again, I think we need to set aside some time to focus on the match this weekend.”
Adam: “Seriously? It’s on freakin’ Wired. If management was stupid enough not to put us on the main Road To The Gold card, then why should we care about wrestling on the pre-show.”
Will: “I don’t know what they were thinking. We’re undefeated and we pull in the highest ratings every week by far. Yet they give the World Tag Team title shot to the Rat Pack instead? What the hell is that?”
Adam: “I couldn’t even pick the Rat Pack out of a line-up. They’ve had like….two matches. Yet they get the title shot? That’s just bad business.”
Will: “You don’t have to tell me. And who do they have us facing instead? Total Eclipse? I’m almost ninety-percent sure that’s the name of a Twilight movie.”
Adam: “Yeah. It is weird that BK and that other guy would name themselves after something Twilight related. Then again the guy has gone soft lately.”
Will: “I was honestly surprised he’s still on the roster. He’s throwing off the retirement pool again. I’m out fifty bucks if he shows up on Sunday.”
Adam: “Like you need fifty more bucks anyway.”
Will: “Hey. Somebody has to pay for your Soul-Glo addiction.”
Adam looks over with a stern face and steps on the brakes.
Adam: “I’d appreciate it if you left my fondness for Jheri Curl hair care products out of this.”
Will: “Woahhhh okay….Defensive.”
Adam starts moving again as the car behind him honks away like a jackass. The “Ington” half of the crew decides to change the subject to avoid a potential fistfight.
Will: “So you know I’ve been taking karate classes right?”
Adam: “Nuh uh. Seriously?”
Will: “Indeed Adam-san. Sensei Rodriguez says I’m going to be kicking ass at a black belt level in no time.”
Adam: “You’re twenty-six years old. Why are you learning karate?”
Will: “Two things. One. I’m creeped out that you know how old I am. Two. They want me to learn it for the season finale. You know, when we bust that drug cartel the Tempestad is running out of the back of his church. They want us to fight some real life Mexican ninjas.”
Adam: “Awesome.”
Will: “It’ll help me in the ring too. I already knew a lot of it, but I’m really starting to hone my craft. We’ll be unbeatable.”
Adam: “Will be? Nobody can beat us now. Especially not Kane and Andrews. They totally missed the boat on super-team names. Kandrews would have been pretty sweet.”
Will: “It’s no Knitington though.”
Adam: “You know Brad actually tried to convince me to join a stable with him and Gabriel Karras at one point?”
Will: “Knite…..Kane…..Karras…… Three “K” names……Don’t tell me he wanted to call it….”
Adam cuts him off.
Adam: “Yep. Bradamriel. The man has no naming talents.”
Will: “True that.”
They come to a stoplight at that moment and fist bump. They sit there in silence for a moment until another car comes up beside them, blaring a Ludacris song. Will and Adam look over at them and the two men in the other car look back. The driver starts to rev his engine, performing the international sign that calls for a race. Adam follow suit, reving the Firebird’s engine, which roars much louder than the opponent’s clunker of a car. To compensate, the other car turns up their stereo even louder and the bass is earth shaking. Will gives the nod to Adam, who turns on their car stereo….
Bonnie Tyler’s hit romantic song “Total Eclipse of the Heart” pumps through the speakers to audible groans from Will and Adam. Knite quickly shuts off the stereo, but the damage is done. The motorists in the opposing vehicle laugh hysterically as Knitington sits embarrassed. They speed off as soon as the light turns red.
Will: “You borrowed the car before didn’t you?”
Adam: “Yeah….”
Will: “And you left your ‘Love Songs of the 80s’ CD in it didn’t you?”
Adam: “Yeah….”
Will: “Let’s just get back to set.”
The two dejected wrestlers ride off as we fade out of this scene….
Adam: “Have you ever noticed Falcon looks like that dude from the X-Files?
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“Throughout the years I’ve been walking this earth, I’ve managed to learn a few things. Some things happen to you enough times that they become laws in which you live by. Don’t feed a Gremlin after midnight, don’t count your money when you’re sitting at the table, and don’t take anyone’s word at face value. People can say a lot of things, but do the exact opposite. Believe me. I’ve been screwed over more than enough times. That’s why I’m not putting much stock into anything Evan Andrews or Brad Kane said this week.”
“It’s nothing personal, eh? Nooooooooo. Two guys stepping into the ring against me, trying to beat me long enough to keep me down for a three count…That’s not personal at all…… What a joke. Even single time I go out there, it’s completely personal for me. This isn’t just something I can turn on and off on a whim. This is my burning desire to go out there and be the best each and every week. And then you try to say that trying to stop me from achieving that isn’t personal? Who are you trying to kid?”
“I’m not going to get in front of a camera and lie to you and say that there will be no hard feelings. You’re damn right there will be hard feelings. This is my life we’re talking about. I’m going out there to prove that I’m better than you, and if I hurt you along the way, then those are the breaks. I’d expect you to do the exact same thing to me. But you don’t want to hurt me? That’s cool. Give me the advantage. You don’t have the killer instinct. It’s a second nature for me.”
“On top of all that, you don’t think I’ve forgotten about BattleGrounds do you Brad? You remember the time don’t you? When you tried to screw over our entire team by flopping worse than a European player in the NBA. You double-crossed me and gave the other team an advantage. And for what? What did you get out of that? You retired a week later. You tried to screw us over, and it didn’t benefit you at all. Tsk tsk. Not a smart move Bradford.”
“Honestly even through all of that, I still respect you. You might quit every other week, but you always find your way back. No matter how many times you try and leave, the lure of the bright lights always brings you back. It’s not the most admirable thing in the world, but it’s one of your quirks that separate you from everyone else. No matter what happens, you’ll always have that stigma of being the guy who could never stick around for more than a few months at a time. Whether that’s good or bad is up for debate, but at least you’ll be remembered.”
“Believe it or not, aside from the Warfare, this is the first time Brad and I have been involved in a match together since the days when he was my mentor. Those were some good days and I learned some valuable information from BK and Lance. There’s an old adage that says BK taught me everything I know, but he didn’t teach me everything he knows. But little does he know that I know so much more than he ever knew. You know? I’m out to show him once and for all that you don’t screw over Will Washington, prove that the student has become the teacher.”
“Evan Andrews I don’t really know well, but the guy needs to find a gimmick to stand out, and he needs it fast. The guy is like vanilla ice cream right now, which is fine if you want to be plain and fit in with everyone else. He needs to do something to stand out before he fades into the background. Teaming with Brad is a start, but getting you head bashed in by Knitington….that’s a nasty finish.”
“This Sunday I go out there and make the best out of a bad situation. New Championship Wrestling couldn’t find a place for Knitington on the card. It’s bull****, but life will go on. Adam and I will go out there and show them who the best tag team in the world is. We’re not angels, we’re not rats, and we’re not quitters. We’re just better than you.”[/b]
Fade.
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We find ourselves back at the laptop where Will still sets staring into the unmentionable horrors of a blank document. His heart beats through his throat as he fears a permanent loss of words. His every though escapes him before he can capture it on screen. All of a sudden the cheesy 80s music from the end of every Doogie Howser M.D. episode comes on and it all becomes clear. Will’s fingers take to the keyboard and we hear him type out a few letters before spinning around in his chair, smiling, and exiting the room. We zoom in on the screen where the only words written are….
“Come on!”
He pleads with himself to write something. Anything to break the blinding blizzard-like whiteness of nothing. Still nothing comes. The clock ticks with each passing second to the point that it begins to sound like a bass drum pounding inside of his head. He tries anything to get himself away from this situation. Something has to give. The camera focuses on the white abyss of the screen and we spin rapidly into a different scene…
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Our next visual is of the outside of a 7/11 convenience store. We jet through the glass doors and inside and stop at the back of a jean jacket with an REO Speedwagon logo sewn onto it.
Will: “This looks so ridiculous.”
The man in the jean jacket, blue jeans, and jean shirt turns around, revealing himself to be Will Washington. He’s sporting a brand new, thick, blonde mustache, so you know he looks legit.
Adam: “I don’t know man. It’s not really that bad.”
We zoom over to Adam Knite who is wearing all leather like some sort of gay Hell’s Angel.
Will: “Are you kidding me? We look like a couple of fagg…..”
Before he can finish that sentence, he notices a flamboyant looking gentleman giving him an evil look from in front of the magazine rack.
Will: “…..We look lame. I hate the seventies throwback episode.”
Adam: “Please. You’re just mad because they made you grow that luxurious ‘stache. I don’t know why you won’t accept that it’s the way of the future. Look at all the guys in nCw sporting them right now. Honcho….Machado…..Falcon…..Danielson…..”
Will: “I don’t see you rocking a ‘stache. So shut it.”
Adam: “That’s just because Kelly doesn’t like it when it rubs when we’re kissing. If it was up to me, I’d have the thickest porno ‘stache ever.”
Washington grabs a few Slim Jims (Snap into one) and his limited edition Knitington Big Gulp cup and puts it all on the counter.
Will: “You’re so whipped Adam. If it was me and I wanted to wear a lip sweater, I wouldn’t let Kelly stop me from it.”
Adam: “Have you met Kelly?! If I ever went against her like that she’d have my balls in a vice.”
Will pulls out his wallet to pay for the goods, when Adam walks up and throws a copy of Maxim magazine on the counter. Will looks down at the cover and back over at his tag team partner inquisitively.
Will: “Maxim? Really?”
Adam: “I figure if they want us to dress like douche bags, I should do douche bag-like activities, and douche bags love Maxim. Coincidently, I have a game of laser tag set up for us later too.”
Will: “Wow. You really get into character.”
Adam: “Says the man with the porno ‘stache.”
Will: “Touché.”
The gentleman working behind the counter bags up the goods and accepts the payment,,,,and he WAS NOT, I repeat NOT Pakistani………he was Armenian.
7/11 Cashier: “Thank you, come again.”
The future of tag team wrestling exit the store and Adam runs and slides across the hood of a 1978 Firebird Trans Am before climbing through the window and into the driver’s seat. Washington gets in the passenger seat like a normal human being, and rips open a Slim Jim (Ohhhhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh).
Adam: “I tell you what. They really hooked us up with a sweet ride. The Trans Am is badass.”
Will: “No doubt. I’m surprised they let us take it off set. You know how anal they can get about that kind of thing.”
Adam: “Bro. Don’t say the word ‘anal’ when you’re rocking a mustache and riding in a Trans Am. People might get the wrong idea.”
Will: “You’re wearing all leather! Does this kettle look black to you?”
Adam: “Good point.”
Knite peels out of the parking lot like a madman, nearly causing a wreck as he enters the flow of traffic.
Adam: “We have to get back to set before one, but I think we’ve got time for some Go-Karts first. What do you say?”
Will: “As fun as it’d be to dominate you on the track again, I think we need to set aside some time to focus on the match this weekend.”
Adam: “Seriously? It’s on freakin’ Wired. If management was stupid enough not to put us on the main Road To The Gold card, then why should we care about wrestling on the pre-show.”
Will: “I don’t know what they were thinking. We’re undefeated and we pull in the highest ratings every week by far. Yet they give the World Tag Team title shot to the Rat Pack instead? What the hell is that?”
Adam: “I couldn’t even pick the Rat Pack out of a line-up. They’ve had like….two matches. Yet they get the title shot? That’s just bad business.”
Will: “You don’t have to tell me. And who do they have us facing instead? Total Eclipse? I’m almost ninety-percent sure that’s the name of a Twilight movie.”
Adam: “Yeah. It is weird that BK and that other guy would name themselves after something Twilight related. Then again the guy has gone soft lately.”
Will: “I was honestly surprised he’s still on the roster. He’s throwing off the retirement pool again. I’m out fifty bucks if he shows up on Sunday.”
Adam: “Like you need fifty more bucks anyway.”
Will: “Hey. Somebody has to pay for your Soul-Glo addiction.”
Adam looks over with a stern face and steps on the brakes.
Adam: “I’d appreciate it if you left my fondness for Jheri Curl hair care products out of this.”
Will: “Woahhhh okay….Defensive.”
Adam starts moving again as the car behind him honks away like a jackass. The “Ington” half of the crew decides to change the subject to avoid a potential fistfight.
Will: “So you know I’ve been taking karate classes right?”
Adam: “Nuh uh. Seriously?”
Will: “Indeed Adam-san. Sensei Rodriguez says I’m going to be kicking ass at a black belt level in no time.”
Adam: “You’re twenty-six years old. Why are you learning karate?”
Will: “Two things. One. I’m creeped out that you know how old I am. Two. They want me to learn it for the season finale. You know, when we bust that drug cartel the Tempestad is running out of the back of his church. They want us to fight some real life Mexican ninjas.”
Adam: “Awesome.”
Will: “It’ll help me in the ring too. I already knew a lot of it, but I’m really starting to hone my craft. We’ll be unbeatable.”
Adam: “Will be? Nobody can beat us now. Especially not Kane and Andrews. They totally missed the boat on super-team names. Kandrews would have been pretty sweet.”
Will: “It’s no Knitington though.”
Adam: “You know Brad actually tried to convince me to join a stable with him and Gabriel Karras at one point?”
Will: “Knite…..Kane…..Karras…… Three “K” names……Don’t tell me he wanted to call it….”
Adam cuts him off.
Adam: “Yep. Bradamriel. The man has no naming talents.”
Will: “True that.”
They come to a stoplight at that moment and fist bump. They sit there in silence for a moment until another car comes up beside them, blaring a Ludacris song. Will and Adam look over at them and the two men in the other car look back. The driver starts to rev his engine, performing the international sign that calls for a race. Adam follow suit, reving the Firebird’s engine, which roars much louder than the opponent’s clunker of a car. To compensate, the other car turns up their stereo even louder and the bass is earth shaking. Will gives the nod to Adam, who turns on their car stereo….
“TURN AROUND, BRIGHT EYES. Every now and the I fall apart.
TURN AROUND, BRIGHT EYES. Every now and the I fall apart.
And I need you now tonight and I need you more than ever
and if you only hold me tight we'll be holding on forever.
And we'll only be making it right 'cause we'll never be wrong.”
TURN AROUND, BRIGHT EYES. Every now and the I fall apart.
And I need you now tonight and I need you more than ever
and if you only hold me tight we'll be holding on forever.
And we'll only be making it right 'cause we'll never be wrong.”
Bonnie Tyler’s hit romantic song “Total Eclipse of the Heart” pumps through the speakers to audible groans from Will and Adam. Knite quickly shuts off the stereo, but the damage is done. The motorists in the opposing vehicle laugh hysterically as Knitington sits embarrassed. They speed off as soon as the light turns red.
Will: “You borrowed the car before didn’t you?”
Adam: “Yeah….”
Will: “And you left your ‘Love Songs of the 80s’ CD in it didn’t you?”
Adam: “Yeah….”
Will: “Let’s just get back to set.”
The two dejected wrestlers ride off as we fade out of this scene….
Adam: “Have you ever noticed Falcon looks like that dude from the X-Files?
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“Throughout the years I’ve been walking this earth, I’ve managed to learn a few things. Some things happen to you enough times that they become laws in which you live by. Don’t feed a Gremlin after midnight, don’t count your money when you’re sitting at the table, and don’t take anyone’s word at face value. People can say a lot of things, but do the exact opposite. Believe me. I’ve been screwed over more than enough times. That’s why I’m not putting much stock into anything Evan Andrews or Brad Kane said this week.”
“It’s nothing personal, eh? Nooooooooo. Two guys stepping into the ring against me, trying to beat me long enough to keep me down for a three count…That’s not personal at all…… What a joke. Even single time I go out there, it’s completely personal for me. This isn’t just something I can turn on and off on a whim. This is my burning desire to go out there and be the best each and every week. And then you try to say that trying to stop me from achieving that isn’t personal? Who are you trying to kid?”
“I’m not going to get in front of a camera and lie to you and say that there will be no hard feelings. You’re damn right there will be hard feelings. This is my life we’re talking about. I’m going out there to prove that I’m better than you, and if I hurt you along the way, then those are the breaks. I’d expect you to do the exact same thing to me. But you don’t want to hurt me? That’s cool. Give me the advantage. You don’t have the killer instinct. It’s a second nature for me.”
“On top of all that, you don’t think I’ve forgotten about BattleGrounds do you Brad? You remember the time don’t you? When you tried to screw over our entire team by flopping worse than a European player in the NBA. You double-crossed me and gave the other team an advantage. And for what? What did you get out of that? You retired a week later. You tried to screw us over, and it didn’t benefit you at all. Tsk tsk. Not a smart move Bradford.”
“Honestly even through all of that, I still respect you. You might quit every other week, but you always find your way back. No matter how many times you try and leave, the lure of the bright lights always brings you back. It’s not the most admirable thing in the world, but it’s one of your quirks that separate you from everyone else. No matter what happens, you’ll always have that stigma of being the guy who could never stick around for more than a few months at a time. Whether that’s good or bad is up for debate, but at least you’ll be remembered.”
“Believe it or not, aside from the Warfare, this is the first time Brad and I have been involved in a match together since the days when he was my mentor. Those were some good days and I learned some valuable information from BK and Lance. There’s an old adage that says BK taught me everything I know, but he didn’t teach me everything he knows. But little does he know that I know so much more than he ever knew. You know? I’m out to show him once and for all that you don’t screw over Will Washington, prove that the student has become the teacher.”
“Evan Andrews I don’t really know well, but the guy needs to find a gimmick to stand out, and he needs it fast. The guy is like vanilla ice cream right now, which is fine if you want to be plain and fit in with everyone else. He needs to do something to stand out before he fades into the background. Teaming with Brad is a start, but getting you head bashed in by Knitington….that’s a nasty finish.”
“This Sunday I go out there and make the best out of a bad situation. New Championship Wrestling couldn’t find a place for Knitington on the card. It’s bull****, but life will go on. Adam and I will go out there and show them who the best tag team in the world is. We’re not angels, we’re not rats, and we’re not quitters. We’re just better than you.”[/b]
Fade.
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We find ourselves back at the laptop where Will still sets staring into the unmentionable horrors of a blank document. His heart beats through his throat as he fears a permanent loss of words. His every though escapes him before he can capture it on screen. All of a sudden the cheesy 80s music from the end of every Doogie Howser M.D. episode comes on and it all becomes clear. Will’s fingers take to the keyboard and we hear him type out a few letters before spinning around in his chair, smiling, and exiting the room. We zoom in on the screen where the only words written are….
The End.
SWERVE!