Post by syringe on Nov 28, 2007 23:12:20 GMT -6
(Camera fades into a dark street in the ghetto. There's a few guys standing in a nearby alley way warming themselves up with a burning barrel. The camera starts gliding down the street to meet up behind Stacey charging down the street. She stops infront of a bar. She puts her hands on her hips, stares up at the name of the bar, and sighs. She thinks to herself "Here we go!" All of a sudden a street light flickers on and off. A man grumbles a little bit and she turns to to realize it's Syringe. He's laying in the drainage ditch passed out with a 40 bottle wrapped in a brown paper bag in his hand. She rushes over to him and begins to pick him up.)
Stacey: Now damnit Syringe get up. Get up outta that ditch! I'm tired of this, you haven't spent a night home since the match. You can't keep beating yourself up like this.
(She struggles to get him on his feet, but she manages to do it. Syringe begins to stumble around a little bit. Spurts out in anger with little understanding because of his slurring.)
Syringe: Get off me, woman! Get away from me.
Stacey: What the hell is the matter with you? Why are you doing this to yourself and me?
Syringe: Oh, act like you don't know. I'm a failure. I'm nothing. I have no business being in the nCw.
Stacey: Because you lost your second match?
Syringe: Not just because I lost my match, but because I lost my match to Jake Kane!
Stacey: Baby you were injured. That little punk snuck you before the match. He knew he couldn't win either way. So c'mon baby suck it up and lets go home.
(Syringe agrees and with his arm around Stacey they start walking home.)
Syringe: Man, just the loss to that scrub has got me all mixed up. I can't believe I let myself get down like that. You're right, but there's no excuse other then I wasn't on point. Hell, I've been through worse injuries with my abusive father and I've still wooped his ass. I remember one time he broke my arm and I still managed drop kick him down the stairs. Jake Kane, I'll face you again any time. Your win was a meare blemish on my way to success. It was fluke.
(They reach the aparment building and start the climb up the stairs. Syringe fails a few times, but eventually they make it to the front door. He swooshes through the trash on the floor and collapses on the couch. He lays there for a few minutes, but manages to sit up and light up a cigarette. Stacey makes her way to the kitchen and puts on a pot of coffee.)
Syringe: Stacey I want you to make it happen. I want a rematch against Jake Kane.
Stacey: Honey, I'll see what I can do. Don't you think you should focus though on who you have a match against this week?
Syringe: Who am I gonna ruin this week?
Stacey: Uh, I believe is a new kid. Um...Jason Norton.
Syringe: What the hell do I seem like to this place? Anyways it doesn't matter. I seen Jason's little introduction to the nCw. Welcome aboard. I just don't know if you should have unpacked your bags yet. I don't know if you can handle it here. Especially stepping into the ring with me. I just hope your first match isn't your last here in the nCw. The competition isn't light here. Don't think you're going to come in here and run to the top. There's a lot of good competitors.
(Stacey brings Syringe in a cup of coffee. He thanks and as he takes a sip. He quickly spits it out.)
Syringe: What the hell is this? It tastes like spoiled milk and piss.
Stacey: Well, I had to use tap water and the sell by date for the milk was 2 weeks ago.
Syringe: Are you trying to make things worse? First I get attacked and now my girlfriend is trying to give me food poisening. I mean our water is brown. Who knows what **** is in that. Get this away from me. You're so good as to come get me and then screw it up by doing something stupid like always. Norton just let me warn you. I don't know where you were before. I don't know if this is your first fed, but like I was saying you're stepping into the ring with the big boys now and I appricate you coming out all suddle. That's not what this is about you'll get stomped all over. You're stepping into the ring with me. I'll bring all I have. I don't playing any games. As for you being such a nice guy, just remember..."nice guys finish last!"
(Syringe stands up and walk away from the camera into the kitchen where Stacey has ended up.)
Syringe: Get your nasty ass down to the store and grab me a coffee.
Stacey: With what money? You scrub bastard. It's not like you're any good at this wrestling thing. It's not like you're bringing home any money.
(All you see slightly through the doorway is Syringe cock his hand back and the camera fades out.)
Stacey: Now damnit Syringe get up. Get up outta that ditch! I'm tired of this, you haven't spent a night home since the match. You can't keep beating yourself up like this.
(She struggles to get him on his feet, but she manages to do it. Syringe begins to stumble around a little bit. Spurts out in anger with little understanding because of his slurring.)
Syringe: Get off me, woman! Get away from me.
Stacey: What the hell is the matter with you? Why are you doing this to yourself and me?
Syringe: Oh, act like you don't know. I'm a failure. I'm nothing. I have no business being in the nCw.
Stacey: Because you lost your second match?
Syringe: Not just because I lost my match, but because I lost my match to Jake Kane!
Stacey: Baby you were injured. That little punk snuck you before the match. He knew he couldn't win either way. So c'mon baby suck it up and lets go home.
(Syringe agrees and with his arm around Stacey they start walking home.)
Syringe: Man, just the loss to that scrub has got me all mixed up. I can't believe I let myself get down like that. You're right, but there's no excuse other then I wasn't on point. Hell, I've been through worse injuries with my abusive father and I've still wooped his ass. I remember one time he broke my arm and I still managed drop kick him down the stairs. Jake Kane, I'll face you again any time. Your win was a meare blemish on my way to success. It was fluke.
(They reach the aparment building and start the climb up the stairs. Syringe fails a few times, but eventually they make it to the front door. He swooshes through the trash on the floor and collapses on the couch. He lays there for a few minutes, but manages to sit up and light up a cigarette. Stacey makes her way to the kitchen and puts on a pot of coffee.)
Syringe: Stacey I want you to make it happen. I want a rematch against Jake Kane.
Stacey: Honey, I'll see what I can do. Don't you think you should focus though on who you have a match against this week?
Syringe: Who am I gonna ruin this week?
Stacey: Uh, I believe is a new kid. Um...Jason Norton.
Syringe: What the hell do I seem like to this place? Anyways it doesn't matter. I seen Jason's little introduction to the nCw. Welcome aboard. I just don't know if you should have unpacked your bags yet. I don't know if you can handle it here. Especially stepping into the ring with me. I just hope your first match isn't your last here in the nCw. The competition isn't light here. Don't think you're going to come in here and run to the top. There's a lot of good competitors.
(Stacey brings Syringe in a cup of coffee. He thanks and as he takes a sip. He quickly spits it out.)
Syringe: What the hell is this? It tastes like spoiled milk and piss.
Stacey: Well, I had to use tap water and the sell by date for the milk was 2 weeks ago.
Syringe: Are you trying to make things worse? First I get attacked and now my girlfriend is trying to give me food poisening. I mean our water is brown. Who knows what **** is in that. Get this away from me. You're so good as to come get me and then screw it up by doing something stupid like always. Norton just let me warn you. I don't know where you were before. I don't know if this is your first fed, but like I was saying you're stepping into the ring with the big boys now and I appricate you coming out all suddle. That's not what this is about you'll get stomped all over. You're stepping into the ring with me. I'll bring all I have. I don't playing any games. As for you being such a nice guy, just remember..."nice guys finish last!"
(Syringe stands up and walk away from the camera into the kitchen where Stacey has ended up.)
Syringe: Get your nasty ass down to the store and grab me a coffee.
Stacey: With what money? You scrub bastard. It's not like you're any good at this wrestling thing. It's not like you're bringing home any money.
(All you see slightly through the doorway is Syringe cock his hand back and the camera fades out.)