Post by Ghost on Sept 29, 2007 11:55:45 GMT -6
Fade in. We are surrounded by a plethora of empty seats in the Kemper Arena in Kansas City. Echoes of the gladiators of the squared circle reverberate from all around. Careers started and ended in the only thing that that gives the empty arena life, the NCW ring. Patterns of a sweeping broom cut through the meaningful silence.
As we pan over a bit more, a young ring attendant is sweeping down the ring mat, preparing for the upcoming Saturday Night Suspense. He moves slowly throughout the ring as though he has all the time in the world. He stops a moment and props the broom handle under his chin. The ring attendant slowly rotates his head, as if taking it all in, and slowly smiles. He could be anyone; a wrestling fan who started watching when they were three, someone who idolizes the warriors of events past or even a casual fan.
Cut to- -a figure is entering the arena through the entrance hall on the opposite side of where the attendant is looking. The camera pans around the figures shoulder and to his face. He also has that nostalgic smile. Ghost is wearing a thin black zip-up hoodie and blue jeans. He trudges to the end of the hallway and stops just before he enters the center of the arena.
He peers at the ring attendant for a moment. The attendant turns and startles when he sees Ghost.
Ring Attendant: WHOA! Jeez, you kinda snuck up on me there, buddy.
All of sudden, he gets a very frightened look on his face.
R.A.: Wait, wait, wait…
He drops his push broom and holds up his hands as if surrendering.
R.A.: I don’t know where that guy is! I don’t even like Shaun Wilson! Please, don’t hurt me! I- -
Ghost cuts the guy off.
Ghost: Whoa!
Ghost holds up one hand as if signaling to “stop” and then puts it back down.
Ghost: Hold on a second there! I’m not here to hurt anyone.
The young man seems to calm a bit.
R.A.: Y…you’re not?
Ghost: No, man. Come on!
Gets a look of disbelief for a moment. The attendant smiles and seems relieved.
R.A.: Oh…oh! Well, that’s good. I mean, that guy at the gym did hit you first, right?
Ghost nods.
R.A.: (Laughs nervously) well, what’re you doing here? I mean Suspense isn’t for another couple hours.
Ghost glances around the empty arena.
Ghost: Just taking in the sights.
He smiles.
Ghost: (Pauses) remembering what it feels like to be a fan of wrestling.
His smile fades. He continues to peer around the arena. The attendant looks at him a bit concerned and confused.
R.A.: Umm…can I do something for you buddy?
Ghost snaps from his almost trance like state.
Ghost: Actually, yea. Can I just have a couple of minuets alone in here? Take some time to soak it all in.
The attendant gets a big smile.
R.A.: Of course…take as long as you need.
He grabs the push broom and exits from the ring. Ghost smiles and looks around the arena once again. He begins to walk up one of the long isles of seats. He takes a seat ten rows’ from the front and two seats over on the left side of the isle. He props one foot up on the back of the chair in front of him.
The camera posts in front of him in the isle just below. His eyes are intently focused on the ring. He breaks his gaze a couple of moments later and looks directly into the camera.
Ghost: Shawn, Shawn, Shawn…your last bit of nauseating pointless banter did nothing but show me how stupid you truly are. If anything, I thought Ghost-Vision would be an eye opening and otherwise breathtaking learning experience for you but you just don’t get it. Most versatile wrestler in the NCW? Come on! When will you wake from that dream world Shawn?
He gets a concerned look on his face.
Ghost: Its not healthy my friend. And I suggest you get some sort of help for it.
A smile creeps into place. It’s obvious that he is at the peak of sarcasm.
Ghost: Tonight at Suspense is going to be tragic. Seeing as Shawn Wilson is going to give me first “lost” on my NCW record.
He begins to laugh.
Ghost: For those of you that don’t speak moron that means that he plans on tarnishing my NCW rep.
He begins to laugh harder. He stops but continues to smile.
Ghost: You know, I’m laughing because Shawn kept laughing in his last interview. So I figured I would try and follow his lead. You know, see if I can get rid of some of that unkempt hostility he was speaking about. But truthfully, it’s not working really well.
And you know what else?
He drops his foot to the ground and scoots to the edge of his seat, suddenly gets deathly serious.
Ghost: I’m gonna’ wipe that s*** eating grin off of his face, TONIGHT! What the hell are you always smiling about anyway Wilson? You know as well as I do that your smile is only in place to mask your desperation and how truly scared of me you really are! If you weren’t so delusional, maybe you might actually make a decent opponent. I mean, you say you have a “rep” in the NCW locker room but everybody thinks the same thing I do about you.
You’re an asshole!
He takes a deep breath and readjusts to the position he was in before.
Ghost: You talk about your versatile in ring skills but say that you don’t want to waste any breath on them. But the fact is that you’re either short winded or these versatile skills of yours are virtually non-existent. I see a new name change too Shawn. The Best Kept Secret? That’s exactly what I’m gonna’ make you tonight when I beat you into obscurity.
After tonight, your career is over and you slip into secrecy forever. But I really don’t know why you would sell yourself short with such a degrading nickname. I mean, your stay of execution is at least a couple more hours.
He puts his foot back on the floor again and lets his forearms rest on his thighs and his hands sling between his legs.
Ghost: You know, I owe Shawn Wilson an apology. I didn’t properly research him. I feel bad about it…almost downright terrible.
He takes a short pause.
Ghost:
Shawn, I’m sorry I didn’t research your s*** locked hair. Please, forgive me! I just thought that if I looked into the history of your hair it’d be…kinda’ gay.
He smiles.
Ghost: You know, Wilson, you talk about how you’re going to beat the holy hell out of me at Suspense tonight.
He pauses and gets a slightly confused look on his face.
Ghost: Hell? Let me ask you something Shawn…what do you know of hell? Because as far as I’m concerned, you know nothing of it until somebody takes you there.
He points into the camera.
Ghost: And when you step into that ring tonight, rest assured that you will stare the devil in the face before the match is over. I’m gonna’ slap you around, beat you down and then, you’re going to hear those three lovely taps on the mat that you speak of…only their going to be your head ricocheting and slamming down again!
He puts his finger down and the camera closes up on him.
Ghost: Look here jackass, there’s no more messing around with you. Yea, you weren’t at that gym and sure I beat the hell out of some guy I didn’t even know. But you know what? I never laid a beating to somebody who didn’t have it coming to him. And that guy was asking for it. He wasn’t an example.
He wasn’t a test subject I was using to instill fear into you. He got in my face, put his hands on me and learned real quick that you pay the consequences when you do that.
He begins to talk with his hands.
Ghost: So am I bad guy because I didn’t let someone push me around? Am I bad guy because I want to have my first victory to be over a piece of crap like you, Wilson? Am I bad guy because I really do believe you aren’t appreciative for anything you have and hate that kind of arrogance? Am I bad guy?
He stops moving his hands.
Ghost: Now, I know where to find you Wilson. Now that you know I’m waiting for you, are you still going to show up?
He pauses once again.
Ghost: I’m going to prove that ghost’s are as real as a heart attack.
He points to himself.
Ghost: And this one…
He gets a very intense look on his face and pauses again.
Ghost: Is coming for you.
He puts his finger down.
Ghost: You were right about one thing Shawn.
He stands up.
Ghost: My fight won’t go in vain. Everything I said I was going to do will happen at Suspense. And the only way for me to prove it is to get you in that ring. The rise is eminent. And it begins…TONIGHT!
He begins to walk over to the same hallway he came in from. Ghost paces into the darkness until it engulfs him and he is no longer visible.
What will happen? Who will be the winner? The heat has been turned up between these two. Don’t miss Ghost in his New Championship Wrestling debut…TONIGHT!
-Ghost-
9-29-07
As we pan over a bit more, a young ring attendant is sweeping down the ring mat, preparing for the upcoming Saturday Night Suspense. He moves slowly throughout the ring as though he has all the time in the world. He stops a moment and props the broom handle under his chin. The ring attendant slowly rotates his head, as if taking it all in, and slowly smiles. He could be anyone; a wrestling fan who started watching when they were three, someone who idolizes the warriors of events past or even a casual fan.
Cut to- -a figure is entering the arena through the entrance hall on the opposite side of where the attendant is looking. The camera pans around the figures shoulder and to his face. He also has that nostalgic smile. Ghost is wearing a thin black zip-up hoodie and blue jeans. He trudges to the end of the hallway and stops just before he enters the center of the arena.
He peers at the ring attendant for a moment. The attendant turns and startles when he sees Ghost.
Ring Attendant: WHOA! Jeez, you kinda snuck up on me there, buddy.
All of sudden, he gets a very frightened look on his face.
R.A.: Wait, wait, wait…
He drops his push broom and holds up his hands as if surrendering.
R.A.: I don’t know where that guy is! I don’t even like Shaun Wilson! Please, don’t hurt me! I- -
Ghost cuts the guy off.
Ghost: Whoa!
Ghost holds up one hand as if signaling to “stop” and then puts it back down.
Ghost: Hold on a second there! I’m not here to hurt anyone.
The young man seems to calm a bit.
R.A.: Y…you’re not?
Ghost: No, man. Come on!
Gets a look of disbelief for a moment. The attendant smiles and seems relieved.
R.A.: Oh…oh! Well, that’s good. I mean, that guy at the gym did hit you first, right?
Ghost nods.
R.A.: (Laughs nervously) well, what’re you doing here? I mean Suspense isn’t for another couple hours.
Ghost glances around the empty arena.
Ghost: Just taking in the sights.
He smiles.
Ghost: (Pauses) remembering what it feels like to be a fan of wrestling.
His smile fades. He continues to peer around the arena. The attendant looks at him a bit concerned and confused.
R.A.: Umm…can I do something for you buddy?
Ghost snaps from his almost trance like state.
Ghost: Actually, yea. Can I just have a couple of minuets alone in here? Take some time to soak it all in.
The attendant gets a big smile.
R.A.: Of course…take as long as you need.
He grabs the push broom and exits from the ring. Ghost smiles and looks around the arena once again. He begins to walk up one of the long isles of seats. He takes a seat ten rows’ from the front and two seats over on the left side of the isle. He props one foot up on the back of the chair in front of him.
The camera posts in front of him in the isle just below. His eyes are intently focused on the ring. He breaks his gaze a couple of moments later and looks directly into the camera.
Ghost: Shawn, Shawn, Shawn…your last bit of nauseating pointless banter did nothing but show me how stupid you truly are. If anything, I thought Ghost-Vision would be an eye opening and otherwise breathtaking learning experience for you but you just don’t get it. Most versatile wrestler in the NCW? Come on! When will you wake from that dream world Shawn?
He gets a concerned look on his face.
Ghost: Its not healthy my friend. And I suggest you get some sort of help for it.
A smile creeps into place. It’s obvious that he is at the peak of sarcasm.
Ghost: Tonight at Suspense is going to be tragic. Seeing as Shawn Wilson is going to give me first “lost” on my NCW record.
He begins to laugh.
Ghost: For those of you that don’t speak moron that means that he plans on tarnishing my NCW rep.
He begins to laugh harder. He stops but continues to smile.
Ghost: You know, I’m laughing because Shawn kept laughing in his last interview. So I figured I would try and follow his lead. You know, see if I can get rid of some of that unkempt hostility he was speaking about. But truthfully, it’s not working really well.
And you know what else?
He drops his foot to the ground and scoots to the edge of his seat, suddenly gets deathly serious.
Ghost: I’m gonna’ wipe that s*** eating grin off of his face, TONIGHT! What the hell are you always smiling about anyway Wilson? You know as well as I do that your smile is only in place to mask your desperation and how truly scared of me you really are! If you weren’t so delusional, maybe you might actually make a decent opponent. I mean, you say you have a “rep” in the NCW locker room but everybody thinks the same thing I do about you.
You’re an asshole!
He takes a deep breath and readjusts to the position he was in before.
Ghost: You talk about your versatile in ring skills but say that you don’t want to waste any breath on them. But the fact is that you’re either short winded or these versatile skills of yours are virtually non-existent. I see a new name change too Shawn. The Best Kept Secret? That’s exactly what I’m gonna’ make you tonight when I beat you into obscurity.
After tonight, your career is over and you slip into secrecy forever. But I really don’t know why you would sell yourself short with such a degrading nickname. I mean, your stay of execution is at least a couple more hours.
He puts his foot back on the floor again and lets his forearms rest on his thighs and his hands sling between his legs.
Ghost: You know, I owe Shawn Wilson an apology. I didn’t properly research him. I feel bad about it…almost downright terrible.
He takes a short pause.
Ghost:
Shawn, I’m sorry I didn’t research your s*** locked hair. Please, forgive me! I just thought that if I looked into the history of your hair it’d be…kinda’ gay.
He smiles.
Ghost: You know, Wilson, you talk about how you’re going to beat the holy hell out of me at Suspense tonight.
He pauses and gets a slightly confused look on his face.
Ghost: Hell? Let me ask you something Shawn…what do you know of hell? Because as far as I’m concerned, you know nothing of it until somebody takes you there.
He points into the camera.
Ghost: And when you step into that ring tonight, rest assured that you will stare the devil in the face before the match is over. I’m gonna’ slap you around, beat you down and then, you’re going to hear those three lovely taps on the mat that you speak of…only their going to be your head ricocheting and slamming down again!
He puts his finger down and the camera closes up on him.
Ghost: Look here jackass, there’s no more messing around with you. Yea, you weren’t at that gym and sure I beat the hell out of some guy I didn’t even know. But you know what? I never laid a beating to somebody who didn’t have it coming to him. And that guy was asking for it. He wasn’t an example.
He wasn’t a test subject I was using to instill fear into you. He got in my face, put his hands on me and learned real quick that you pay the consequences when you do that.
He begins to talk with his hands.
Ghost: So am I bad guy because I didn’t let someone push me around? Am I bad guy because I want to have my first victory to be over a piece of crap like you, Wilson? Am I bad guy because I really do believe you aren’t appreciative for anything you have and hate that kind of arrogance? Am I bad guy?
He stops moving his hands.
Ghost: Now, I know where to find you Wilson. Now that you know I’m waiting for you, are you still going to show up?
He pauses once again.
Ghost: I’m going to prove that ghost’s are as real as a heart attack.
He points to himself.
Ghost: And this one…
He gets a very intense look on his face and pauses again.
Ghost: Is coming for you.
He puts his finger down.
Ghost: You were right about one thing Shawn.
He stands up.
Ghost: My fight won’t go in vain. Everything I said I was going to do will happen at Suspense. And the only way for me to prove it is to get you in that ring. The rise is eminent. And it begins…TONIGHT!
He begins to walk over to the same hallway he came in from. Ghost paces into the darkness until it engulfs him and he is no longer visible.
What will happen? Who will be the winner? The heat has been turned up between these two. Don’t miss Ghost in his New Championship Wrestling debut…TONIGHT!
-Ghost-
9-29-07