Post by Jason Norton on Nov 30, 2007 23:42:12 GMT -6
The scene opens in the apartment of Jason Norton just outside Dallas, Texas. Jason can be seen sitting on the couch with cigarette in hand, reading over the latest issue of NCW magazine. As he is flipping through the pages, he comes across the Fox Report. He takes the last puff of his cigarette, and the quickly puts it out, making sure to get every last cherry put out in his ash tray on the coffee table. He begins to read the column, and after a few paragraphs, he comes upon the predictions for Saturday Night Suspense. "Jason Norton vs. Syringe-Who cares. Winner: I don't know who will win, but I can tell you who will lose... the fans. This is going to be one sleeper of a match."[/b]Upon reading this, Jason is kind of laughs. He begins to speak aloud.
Jason: Well, it seems as if Kelly Fox thinks my match with Syringe is going to be a dud. Thanks, a lot Kel. That's ok, darling. You will eat your words come Saturday Night.
Just then, Jason's cell phone rings. He picks his up off the table, and reads the caller id....Brandon. He drops the magazine back on the table, and quickly answers the call.
Jason: Where are you at man, are you in Dallas yet?
Brandon: Yeah, man. I just got out of the airport. I'm about to get a cab and head over.
Jason: You got the address, right. 9361 Clay Terrace. Apartment 412B.
Brandon: Yeah, I got it right here. 9361 Clay Terrace. Apartment 412B. Got it
Jason: Ok, bro. Just come on up. The door is unlocked. I'll see ya in a few.
Jason hangs up his phone, and then picks the magazine back up. He can't help but smile at the fact that he hasn't been in NCW for more than a few days, and already people are starting to doubt him. Jason shrugs it off. He then gets up and walks to the bathroom. He starts a shower, and the camera fades to black.
The scene reopens with Jason coming out of the bathroom with a pair of sweats on. He is toweling off his wet body. As he enters the living room, he finds Brandon sitting on his couch reading the magazine. When Brandon realizes Jason is in the room, he quickly stands up and the two embrace.
Jason: Nice to see ya, bud. How was the flight?
Brandon: I don't know, I went to sleep as we got in the air. By the way, Trisha says hi. She may be down in a few weeks to watch a match. And your mom says she is very proud of y...
Brandon stops mid sentence as he noticed that Jason has put on a little bit of muscle since they last seen each other in Kokomo
Brandon: Damn, boy. You have put on a lot of beef since K-Town. You on the juice??
Jason chuckles a little bit
Jason: No, man. Never touched that stuff in my life. I've just been hittin' the weights pretty hard. Anyway, I appreciate you coming down. It really means a lot to me to have someone down here who believes in me.
Brandon nods at the magazine on the coffee table. He begins to speak.
Brandon: I know what you mean, I read the column in that bitches little report. Don't worry about it man. You know what your abilities are, and that's all that matters. Besides, I see you already have a match with this Syringe guy. What's he like.
Jason: See for yourself.
Jason grabs the VCR remote, points it at the TV, and presses play. The video cuts in on the part where Syringe is talking about Norton. After the promo is over, Jason hits stop and puts the remote down. He looks at Brandon, who is pondering the promo he just saw. He begins to speak.
Brandon: Damn, man. You just aren't getting any respect around here. Do these people know that this ISN'T your first wrestling match. Not to mention you are being trained by me. While I am partial to the lessons I have taught you, if nothing else, that at least will get you laid right?
Jason looks at Brandon, and just chuckles and shakes his head.
Jason: Dude, you never change. In all seriousness. You are right. The boys in the back, the suits in the office, and the skirts behind the pad and pen don't realize that I have been in this business for 9 years now. I'm not a rook when it comes to wrestling.
Jason walks to the kitchen, and Brandon follows him. He opens the refrigerator, and grabs two water bottles. He throws one to Brandon. Jason begins to speak again>
Jason: But, I guess all this comes with the territory of being the new guy, the unknown, you know? I just can't wait until tomorrow night. Maybe once I get in the ring, and I come out victorious against Syringe...maybe....just maybe, I will get a little bit of respect...
That's what it's all about. RESPECT!
Jason: But you remember at the end of Syringes promo, he said something about nice guys finish last. I've been thinking about those words for the past few nights. It's true. It's funny though. Those words were emphasized to make me look like a pushover....a jobber....slouch. Obviously, Syringe has never played poker though. You ever play poker?
You don't have the poker face for it.
Brandon: No, I can't say I have. But what's poker have to do with a wrestling match.
Jason leads the way back to the living room, as Brandon sits on the couch. Jason begins to pace back and forth in the living room as he explains to him the situation.
Jason: It's got a lot to do with wrestling. You see, in poker, when you are at table with a really bad player, you don't tell him how to be a better player. You don't tell him that his call of your bet with only 2 outs on the river was the worst call you have ever seen. That player is what you call a fish. You want to keep that fish around to catch, to take his money. But, when you tell him how to be a better player, you are tapping the fish tank. Scaring him away. You see, Syringe just tapped the fishtank. Because come Saturday Night Collision, I'm not going to be a nice guy. I'm going to do whatever it takes to win. I thought coming in and playing the I'm just here for the competition card was going to work. Obviously, that's not the case. So, to use another poker analogy, I'm going to switch gears. Instead of playing super tight, I'm going to need to play aggressive. So when Syringe gets beat on Saturday, he will have nobody to blame but himself.
Brandon: Interesting...but look at the guy. I mean, what did you expect from him. He was lying in the streets half drunk. He was just spouting off at the drunken mouth. The guy is a wack job.
Jason: While that may be the case, I'm still not going to underestimate him. You know how I am. I'm going into battle tomorrow night. I'm going to make sure that I am well equipped. I'll tell you one thing. Saturday night is going to be amazing. And the fans, regardless of what Kelly Faux says, will not be disappointed. And they won't be disappointed, because business...it's about to pick up.
Look at this, somebody's got a little bit of swagger now.
Brandon: Oh, wow, you have a catch phrase now. Well, aren't you special???
Jason: You know, while you are practically like my brother, you are a total f**k sometimes.
Brandon: That, I might be, but hey, at least I keep it interesting.
Jason, as he seems to do a lot with Brandon, just shakes his head and walks away. The camera fades to black.
Jason: Well, it seems as if Kelly Fox thinks my match with Syringe is going to be a dud. Thanks, a lot Kel. That's ok, darling. You will eat your words come Saturday Night.
Just then, Jason's cell phone rings. He picks his up off the table, and reads the caller id....Brandon. He drops the magazine back on the table, and quickly answers the call.
Jason: Where are you at man, are you in Dallas yet?
Brandon: Yeah, man. I just got out of the airport. I'm about to get a cab and head over.
Jason: You got the address, right. 9361 Clay Terrace. Apartment 412B.
Brandon: Yeah, I got it right here. 9361 Clay Terrace. Apartment 412B. Got it
Jason: Ok, bro. Just come on up. The door is unlocked. I'll see ya in a few.
Jason hangs up his phone, and then picks the magazine back up. He can't help but smile at the fact that he hasn't been in NCW for more than a few days, and already people are starting to doubt him. Jason shrugs it off. He then gets up and walks to the bathroom. He starts a shower, and the camera fades to black.
The scene reopens with Jason coming out of the bathroom with a pair of sweats on. He is toweling off his wet body. As he enters the living room, he finds Brandon sitting on his couch reading the magazine. When Brandon realizes Jason is in the room, he quickly stands up and the two embrace.
Jason: Nice to see ya, bud. How was the flight?
Brandon: I don't know, I went to sleep as we got in the air. By the way, Trisha says hi. She may be down in a few weeks to watch a match. And your mom says she is very proud of y...
Brandon stops mid sentence as he noticed that Jason has put on a little bit of muscle since they last seen each other in Kokomo
Brandon: Damn, boy. You have put on a lot of beef since K-Town. You on the juice??
Jason chuckles a little bit
Jason: No, man. Never touched that stuff in my life. I've just been hittin' the weights pretty hard. Anyway, I appreciate you coming down. It really means a lot to me to have someone down here who believes in me.
Brandon nods at the magazine on the coffee table. He begins to speak.
Brandon: I know what you mean, I read the column in that bitches little report. Don't worry about it man. You know what your abilities are, and that's all that matters. Besides, I see you already have a match with this Syringe guy. What's he like.
Jason: See for yourself.
Jason grabs the VCR remote, points it at the TV, and presses play. The video cuts in on the part where Syringe is talking about Norton. After the promo is over, Jason hits stop and puts the remote down. He looks at Brandon, who is pondering the promo he just saw. He begins to speak.
Brandon: Damn, man. You just aren't getting any respect around here. Do these people know that this ISN'T your first wrestling match. Not to mention you are being trained by me. While I am partial to the lessons I have taught you, if nothing else, that at least will get you laid right?
Jason looks at Brandon, and just chuckles and shakes his head.
Jason: Dude, you never change. In all seriousness. You are right. The boys in the back, the suits in the office, and the skirts behind the pad and pen don't realize that I have been in this business for 9 years now. I'm not a rook when it comes to wrestling.
Jason walks to the kitchen, and Brandon follows him. He opens the refrigerator, and grabs two water bottles. He throws one to Brandon. Jason begins to speak again>
Jason: But, I guess all this comes with the territory of being the new guy, the unknown, you know? I just can't wait until tomorrow night. Maybe once I get in the ring, and I come out victorious against Syringe...maybe....just maybe, I will get a little bit of respect...
That's what it's all about. RESPECT!
Jason: But you remember at the end of Syringes promo, he said something about nice guys finish last. I've been thinking about those words for the past few nights. It's true. It's funny though. Those words were emphasized to make me look like a pushover....a jobber....slouch. Obviously, Syringe has never played poker though. You ever play poker?
You don't have the poker face for it.
Brandon: No, I can't say I have. But what's poker have to do with a wrestling match.
Jason leads the way back to the living room, as Brandon sits on the couch. Jason begins to pace back and forth in the living room as he explains to him the situation.
Jason: It's got a lot to do with wrestling. You see, in poker, when you are at table with a really bad player, you don't tell him how to be a better player. You don't tell him that his call of your bet with only 2 outs on the river was the worst call you have ever seen. That player is what you call a fish. You want to keep that fish around to catch, to take his money. But, when you tell him how to be a better player, you are tapping the fish tank. Scaring him away. You see, Syringe just tapped the fishtank. Because come Saturday Night Collision, I'm not going to be a nice guy. I'm going to do whatever it takes to win. I thought coming in and playing the I'm just here for the competition card was going to work. Obviously, that's not the case. So, to use another poker analogy, I'm going to switch gears. Instead of playing super tight, I'm going to need to play aggressive. So when Syringe gets beat on Saturday, he will have nobody to blame but himself.
Brandon: Interesting...but look at the guy. I mean, what did you expect from him. He was lying in the streets half drunk. He was just spouting off at the drunken mouth. The guy is a wack job.
Jason: While that may be the case, I'm still not going to underestimate him. You know how I am. I'm going into battle tomorrow night. I'm going to make sure that I am well equipped. I'll tell you one thing. Saturday night is going to be amazing. And the fans, regardless of what Kelly Faux says, will not be disappointed. And they won't be disappointed, because business...it's about to pick up.
Look at this, somebody's got a little bit of swagger now.
Brandon: Oh, wow, you have a catch phrase now. Well, aren't you special???
Jason: You know, while you are practically like my brother, you are a total f**k sometimes.
Brandon: That, I might be, but hey, at least I keep it interesting.
Jason, as he seems to do a lot with Brandon, just shakes his head and walks away. The camera fades to black.