Post by thetremor on Oct 29, 2007 0:34:33 GMT -6
*The scene opens outside an average income home. The home is somewhere in suburban United States. The time is mid-morning, and a United States Postal Service vehicle pulls to a stop by the mailbox at the edge of the street. The man inside inserts various documents into the mailbox and then speeds away down the street.*
*Approximately 9 months later the scene opens outside the same home in the mid to late to ****ing afternoon. A tall man of the height of 6,5 walks out of the house and toward the street. The man is considerably muscular. He is wearing a t-shirt and shorts. At second glance, the man seems somewhat distraught and unhappy. He opens the mailbox and several documents crash to the street below him. After returning to the house to grab a trash bag he shoves all the mail inside the bag and walks back inside. The man then has a seat on a sofa and begins to rummage through the pile of mail. One distinct piece of mail grabs his attention immediately. After looking over the outside of the envelope he sees an NCW logo upon it. He hesitantly rips the envelope open to see a letter. The letter reads...*
Dear Zack,
After many incredible times that I have had in the NCW, nothing compares to the times that could be better if you were here as well. You can't lie to yourself any longer, the time is NOW. The business just isn't what it used to be without you. The wrestling industry NEEDS you Zack. I hope this letter convinces you.
Sincerely,
Davey Boone
*The man sits silently staring at the letter. In his mind he remembers the recent death of Davey Boone. The man was so torn up over the ordeal that he could not attend the funeral. He also feels guilty for not checking his mail as well. The letter was dated a few months before Davey's death. The man then begins to look around, staring at objects on the wall. After a couple hours of contemplating the man grabs a cell phone and dials a number. After a several rings someone answers the phone...*
Anonymous - Hello...?
The Man - Hello Chuck.
Chuck Watson - Tremor...?
The Tremor - Yeah it's me dude.
Chuck Watson - How have you been?
The Tremor - Better.
Chuck Watson - I'm sorry to hear that. I know the whole ordeal is getting to you... no need to apologize for not attending the funeral.
The Tremor - Thanks.
Chuck Watson - So I assume you've read the letter?
The Tremor - Yes, finally.
Chuck Watson - Well I understand if your having trouble reading.
The Tremor - ...
Chuck Watson - I think that seat is getting hot. Extraordinary things are happening today, get out, and experience it first hand before the sun sets. Besides, you need a new beginning in your life.
The Tremor - Yeah the cushion is getting warm, I need something to get me out of this rut. Davey would be 100% behind me.
Chuck Watson - You know you miss playing Monopoly with myself and Seth........ and The General.
The Tremor - Well... ye ye yeah yeee ehee eyeyeyeeye yee.... I miss it.
Chuck Watson - I thought so. You know we are in your area this week. Maybe we could stop by later on and have a cup of tea or two?
The Tremor - Why don't we meet at Starbucks on Chenal?
Chuck Watson - Fair enough.
*The Tremor hangs up the phone as the scene fades.*
*2 days later the scene opens up inside a Starbucks coffee shop. Inside sits The Tremor and Chuck Watson in a corner booth. *
Chuck Watson - As I said before we are doing great things in...
*The Tremor interrupts.*
The Tremor - Listen Chuck... I'm not deaf... if you say that again I might get pissed off and down this coffee...
*Chuck then chuckles as The Tremor picks up a thermos full of coffee and pours more into his cup...?*
Chuck Watson - Why the hell do you have your own coffee, in your own mug, in a coffee shop...?!
The Tremor - It's hilarious isn't it?!
*Chuck looks at The Tremor oddly and then smiles sheepishly.*
Chuck Watson - So are you in?
The Tremor - I'm in like a dick in a box.
Chuck Watson - Outstanding!
The Tremor - The NCW will never be the same again...
*Approximately 9 months later the scene opens outside the same home in the mid to late to ****ing afternoon. A tall man of the height of 6,5 walks out of the house and toward the street. The man is considerably muscular. He is wearing a t-shirt and shorts. At second glance, the man seems somewhat distraught and unhappy. He opens the mailbox and several documents crash to the street below him. After returning to the house to grab a trash bag he shoves all the mail inside the bag and walks back inside. The man then has a seat on a sofa and begins to rummage through the pile of mail. One distinct piece of mail grabs his attention immediately. After looking over the outside of the envelope he sees an NCW logo upon it. He hesitantly rips the envelope open to see a letter. The letter reads...*
Dear Zack,
After many incredible times that I have had in the NCW, nothing compares to the times that could be better if you were here as well. You can't lie to yourself any longer, the time is NOW. The business just isn't what it used to be without you. The wrestling industry NEEDS you Zack. I hope this letter convinces you.
Sincerely,
Davey Boone
*The man sits silently staring at the letter. In his mind he remembers the recent death of Davey Boone. The man was so torn up over the ordeal that he could not attend the funeral. He also feels guilty for not checking his mail as well. The letter was dated a few months before Davey's death. The man then begins to look around, staring at objects on the wall. After a couple hours of contemplating the man grabs a cell phone and dials a number. After a several rings someone answers the phone...*
Anonymous - Hello...?
The Man - Hello Chuck.
Chuck Watson - Tremor...?
The Tremor - Yeah it's me dude.
Chuck Watson - How have you been?
The Tremor - Better.
Chuck Watson - I'm sorry to hear that. I know the whole ordeal is getting to you... no need to apologize for not attending the funeral.
The Tremor - Thanks.
Chuck Watson - So I assume you've read the letter?
The Tremor - Yes, finally.
Chuck Watson - Well I understand if your having trouble reading.
The Tremor - ...
Chuck Watson - I think that seat is getting hot. Extraordinary things are happening today, get out, and experience it first hand before the sun sets. Besides, you need a new beginning in your life.
The Tremor - Yeah the cushion is getting warm, I need something to get me out of this rut. Davey would be 100% behind me.
Chuck Watson - You know you miss playing Monopoly with myself and Seth........ and The General.
The Tremor - Well... ye ye yeah yeee ehee eyeyeyeeye yee.... I miss it.
Chuck Watson - I thought so. You know we are in your area this week. Maybe we could stop by later on and have a cup of tea or two?
The Tremor - Why don't we meet at Starbucks on Chenal?
Chuck Watson - Fair enough.
*The Tremor hangs up the phone as the scene fades.*
*2 days later the scene opens up inside a Starbucks coffee shop. Inside sits The Tremor and Chuck Watson in a corner booth. *
Chuck Watson - As I said before we are doing great things in...
*The Tremor interrupts.*
The Tremor - Listen Chuck... I'm not deaf... if you say that again I might get pissed off and down this coffee...
*Chuck then chuckles as The Tremor picks up a thermos full of coffee and pours more into his cup...?*
Chuck Watson - Why the hell do you have your own coffee, in your own mug, in a coffee shop...?!
The Tremor - It's hilarious isn't it?!
*Chuck looks at The Tremor oddly and then smiles sheepishly.*
Chuck Watson - So are you in?
The Tremor - I'm in like a dick in a box.
Chuck Watson - Outstanding!
The Tremor - The NCW will never be the same again...