Post by Ghost on Sept 25, 2007 15:52:35 GMT -6
Fade in. We are peering out of the windshield of a car, surrounded by a bright blue sky. Speeding cars fly past as we cruise down the freeway. There is a logo in the lower left hand corner of the screen that reads: ‘GHOST-VISION’. Apparently, the cameraman is sitting in the passenger seat.
The camera pans over to the left, and there sits, GHOST! He’s wearing aviator sunglasses, a black ‘Killswitch Engage’ t-shirt and blue jeans. He has an arrogant smirk on his face.
Ghost:
Well, it’s a sunny day here in beautiful Kansas City, Missouri. Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls, welcome…to Ghost-Vision. The topic of discussion this week is my opponent at the upcoming Saturday Night Suspense.
All of a sudden, he gets very serious.[/i]
Ghost:
A man who can only be described in comparison to feces with large peanuts in it…a pain in my ass! For you more politically correct viewers, we’ll just call him a thorn in my side. No matter what you call the little son of a bitch, he really only has one name, predictable. No, that’s not it. It’s “The Most Boring Show on Earth” Shawn Wilson.
Ghost shifts into third gear.
Ghost:
You know,
He chuckles a bit.
Ghost:
I almost feel insulted by the booking commissions choice to put me against this pathetic excuse for a human being. You see I know a thing or two about Shawn Wilson. I know, that the last thing on his mind is the wrestling aspect of this company. Shawn’s interests are the women, the money, the expensive cars…the last thing he could care about is how to handle a superior physical specimen like myself, in the ring. The only thing Shawn Wilson truly wants from the sport of professional wrestling is the right’s to say he’s a professional wrestler.
To collect a paycheck from a prestigious company like the NCW and flaunt his money around for more five-dollar pieces of ass and bottles of alcohol and painkillers than you can count with your two hands.
He smirks and laughs. The car stops at a stoplight.
A car with a group of 3 hot girls pulls up next to the left side of Ghost’s car. They cat call out of their window. Ghost rolls down his window.
Ghost:
What’re you broads saying?
The hot blonde in the passenger seat speaks up.
Hottie Passenger:
I said, hey there sexy. What’re you doing later tonight?
Ghost gets a grin on his face.
Ghost:
Nothing in particular…why, you girls got something in mind?
The three girls quickly huddle up, giggling and whispering in one another’s ear. The cute passenger once again sticks her head out the window.
Hottie Passenger:
There’s a raging party tonight at my boy friends penthouse. Call me if you’re interested, 555-8764.
Ghost smiles.
Ghost:
Won’t your boyfriend be pretty mad if you have me showing up there?
Hottie Passenger:
Well, yea.
She gets a big grin on her face.
Hottie Passenger:
He’d be even angrier if he knew it was YOUR party.
The three girls laugh and begin to drive off.
Hottie Passenger (Off Screen):
Call me!
Ghost smiles and shifts once again as he takes off. He reaches into a center console below the radio and pulls out his cell phone. He begins to punch in numbers while trying to watch the road at the same time.
Ghost:
(Mumbles) eight, seven…six four.
He laughs to himself.
Ghost:
(Whispers to self) Damn. You still got it kid.
His demeanor quickly changes to the intensity he had before.
Ghost:
AHEM! Now then, as I was saying, Shawn Wilson is a man who lives in a dream world. As long as Wilson is a star to himself and a couple of other groupies, nothing else really matters. Am I tapping a sore spot Wilson?
He quickly peers at the camera.
Ghost:
Am I striking a nerve?
Ghost pulls into a parking spot.
Ghost:
Well, if you think I’m getting to personal…I’m just warming up.
He steps out of the car and into the sunlight. He walks under an awning directly in front of the car.
Ghost:
We’re here at the KC National Wrestling School, a place that Shawn Wilson has been known to train in every time he comes through these parts. The way I see it is, actions speak louder than words. What better way to make this guy understand how much I despise people like him, than serve him a nicely well-rounded ass kickin’?
He turns and begins to walk toward the entrance of the training center! He swings the door open and removes his sunglasses. A long hallway leads to a gate at the end. A service window is just to the right of the gate door. Ghost walks to the end of the hallway and sees that an ID card bearing a code is needed to enter.
A booming voice resonates from Ghost’s right.
Vince (O.S.):
Can I help you?
Ghost turns to see a large black man in a black polo with the gym logo on it and a black name tag that says: Vince, peering out the service window.
Ghost:
Yea, I’m looking for this prick named Shawn Wilson, seen him around?
Vince:
First of all, slow your role pal.
The man seems to get angered.
Vince:
Second of all, who are you and what’re you looking for Shawn for?
Ghost is a bit standoffish for a moment.
Ghost:
Look man, I’ve got no beef with you. Don’t get the crap kicked out of you for a stupid reason.
The man looks infuriated.
Vince:
Step off, asshole!
He shoves Ghost in the chest so hard that he slams into the wall behind him.
Vince:
Don’t make me come through this window and beat your ass! Thats the last thing you want!
Ghost lowers his eyebrows and gets a twisted grin on his face.
Ghost:
(Quite tone) No…we wouldn’t want that, would we?
Ghost stares the large man down for a minute. Then, without hesitation, Ghost screams and dives through the service window, tackling the guy to the ground!!! The camera peers through the window as Ghost smashes rights and left into the man’s face! Ghost snatches the mans ID badge off of his collar then stands up and hands it to the camera man. He gets a large sadistic smile on his face.
Ghost:
Trust me, you won’t want to miss this.
He whips his shirt off then pulls the man up off the ground and tosses him through the doorway leading into the training center. There is a moment of dead time as the cameraman fumbles to press the badge against the clearance machine. When he enters, Ghost has somehow got the man into a large wrestling ring in the center of the room. Trainees look on in shock as Ghost continues to assault this poor guy! Ghost Irish whips Vince into the turnbuckles.
He paces to the other side of the ring then runs full speed towards his defenseless victim. Just before he smashes into the doomed Vince, he quickly performs a spinning back elbow with his left arm into the sternum of his victim! Vince lets out a “whoop” then drops to the mat, lifeless.
Ghost:
C’mon! Come on GET UP!!
He pulls the man up off the mat and locks him in for a Northern Lights Suplex. Onlookers yell for the assault to stop, but Ghost doesn’t listen as he tosses Vince over his head. The violated Vince slams to the mat hard and lets out a painful groan. Ghost stands up quickly afterward and pulls Vince up off the mat once again. He puts him in position for the Meltdown (Pedigree with 180 degree spin).
He slams his victim down almost hard enough to put him through the mat. He rises up from his knees and peers around the now almost empty gym. He yells in anger at the one spectator left.
Ghost:
Where the hell is Shawn Wilson!?
That stammering spectator is scared out of his wits.
Spectator:
He-he-he hasn’t b-been around here in a couple months now. Nobody’s s-seen him!
Ghost breathes heavily for a moment, staring the guy down, then exits the ring and grabs a fresh towel off of a nearby bench and tosses it over his shoulder. He continues to breathe heavily, with his back turned to the camera, then, slowly begins to turn until facing it.
Ghost:
You know, in the NCW, you have to create an image that will forever burn into the people’s psyche. Come this Saturday night, that’s exactly what I’m gonna’ do. By the time Saturday Night Suspense rolls around, the fans will know that I am not only the best and most well rounded wrestler in the sport of professional wrestling today…
He uses the towel to quickly wipe his brow then posts his hands on his hips.
Ghost:
But they’ll also know, that I am the most sawed off son of a bitch in this business! Because you see Wilson- -
He begins to talk with his hands.
Ghost:
You don’t deserve to call yourself part of the NCW roster! You don’t seem to appreciate anything in this business except for yourself. No dignity. No respect. Way to into yourself to give a damn about the people who made you who you are in this business, the fans.
Being a self-made individual only goes so far. You’re the only one who can climb the ladder to making yourself part of the most elite federation in professional wrestling today, but what do you think that ladder is? I’ll tell you exactly what it is...the peak of the fans interest. My climb begins Saturday night. You’re just the first rung Wilson.
And I’m going to step all over you because that’s all you’re good for. If you think that what happened here just now is an exact demonstration of what’s going to happen at Suspense, you’re sadly mistaken.
He wipes his forehead once again with the towel and returns his hands to his hips.
Ghost:
This wasn’t even a fraction of my in-ring ability. You see I actually care about being a sports entertainer. I love my job very, very much and love putting on a great show for those paying patrons. Therefore, I am expanding my repertoire of in-ring moves on a constant basis. So you never really know what is going to happen from one moment to the next.
I’ll give you this much Wilson.
He begins to lower his voice a bit.
Ghost:
Come Saturday night, I’m going to step into that ring and stare you down.
Lowers his voice a bit more and gets closer to the camera.
Ghost:
I’m gonna’ get in your face.
Ghost gets a sadistic smile on his face.
Ghost:
And I’m gonna’ grab you by that nappy weave, snap your neck back and plant you through the friggin’ mat! Train all you want Shawn, because the fact of the matter is this, I’m gonna’ stop you at every move. If you’re not scared yet, you should be.
He takes a deep breath
Ghost:
I came to NCW to have championship gold around my waist- -
He quickly gestures the belt around his waist then returns his hands to his hips.
Ghost:
Which makes my drive to exceed more powerful than you could ever imagine. So bring your A-game if it makes you feel comfortable Wilson. But my rise is eminent. And there’s no one…
He shakes his head then gets closer to the camera, pauses for a moment then points directly into it and lowers his voice once again.
Ghost:
No one…
He pauses then smirks and shakes his head once again.
Ghost:
That can stop me.
He straightens.
Ghost:
Come Saturday night, I’m gonna’ make you famous Wilson. Your fifteen minuets of fame, have arrived. One hundred percent of the tickets purchased by the fans that are gonna’ be filling the seats, are gonna’ be people there to see you. It’s just to bad that 99% are gonna’ be there to see you get your ass kicked…by me!
He smirks once again.
Ghost:
They might as well change your name to “Stepping Stone” Shawn Wilson. Because that’s all you are.
He once again posts his hands on his hips.
Ghost:
A footnote in my career.
A cameraman follows Ghost as he turns and begins to walk toward an exit on the furthest side of the building. He pushes the door open but just before he walks out he turns and looks towards the camera.
Ghost:
I’m gonna’ call those girls from earlier and get a real work out.
He smiles.
Ghost:
The man, the myth…the legend, is out.
He turns and walks out the door. The door slams shut and we- -
CUT!
THANK YOU FOR TUNING IN TO GHOST VISION!
9-25-07