Post by Jimmy Zane on Aug 3, 2009 11:15:40 GMT -6
(The stage is set. A fight to the finish has been accepted and this week, as nCw presents Fallout, two men prepare for the battle of a lifetime. A battle that is surely to be a bloodbath. An outright brutal match that neither man will give into. But that isn't the point is it? Last Man Standing with a twist, he says. You have to keep your opponent down for a full 21 seconds. Just over twice as long as normal, but a worthy challenge indeed. As the scene opens, we see Jimmy Zane running. As the camera pans back, he is running on a track. Round and round he goes, building up his stamina and improving his cardio with every step.)
[Ace has no idea what he is doing! He asked for...no DEMANDED..a match with me that is likely to get him severly injured. He wants me to beat him within an inch of his life and keep him down for a full 21 second count. Well, I hope he hasn't forgotten who my father was. Because his blood flows inside of me, and he was one of the most brutal opponents anyone could have ever stepped into the ring with.]
(Jimmy continues to run as he thinks about the match this week. The visions of all the devious things he has in store for Ace make him smile inside.)
(Jimmy begins running harder and harder sprinting the final lap around the track. As he passes the finish line, he slows his pace and then stops about thirty to fourty yards away. He stops and stretches and then walks back towards his bags. He sits down on the bench and changes out of his track shoes and puts on his flip flops. He grabs his bag and heads towards his car. As he gets in his car, his cellphone is going crazy on his visor. He picks it up and sees its Nick Logan calling him. He sends the call to voicemail and places it back on his visor. He backs out of his parking spot and pulls out of the parking lot. He heads down the highway, thinking about all that has transpired in the last week.)
[Last week was definitely a wakeup call. I was all over the map, and all out of whack. Hell, I didn't even recognize myself anymore. But that was then, this is now. Just one short week later, things are completely different. I got this ship righted before I got too far in the wrong direction. I came back strong last week, and I defeated three of the best X-Division champions of all time. They put up a hell of a fight and we put on a hell of a show. But it was me...yes me... who came out victorious!]
(Jimmy takes his exit and turns down his street. He follows the long and winding road to the top of the hill and pulls into his driveway. He pulls to the back and parks. He gets out and walks into the house with his workout bag. He places it on the washing machine as he walks into the kitchen. Boswell is standing there to greet him.)
Boswell - Jimmy, its good to have you home, sir. You have a few messages on your desk upstairs.
Great. I will check them out shortly. Right now, I need to take a shower. I am starting to smell my own stink!
Boswell - (Slightly laughing) Very well, sir.
(Jimmy walks upstairs and into his room, shutting the door behind him. He walks into the bathroom and starts the water running, preparing for a nice, long, hot shower. He climbs in and lets the water rush over his body. He stands there, his sore muscles twitching under the rush of the hot water.)
[Focus is the key, my dad always said. Focus and determination. No outside forces. No outside interference. No distractions. Is that what the Syndicate is? Could be. But it's time to be a man, and stand on my own two feet. Time to become who I was, and who i was born to be. I proved without a shadow of a doubt that I am the greatest X-Division champion of all time, and now it's time to walk all over Ace and his arrogant little ass. The Blonde Stallion? Funny, his wife told me it should be the Blonde Miniature Pony.]
(Jimmy washes his body and his hair and steps out of the shower, toweling off. He wraps the towel around his waist then grabs another towel and dries his lengthy, multi-colored hair. He then brushes it out and lets the rest air dry. He goes into his huge walk-in closet and dresses in a pair of loose-fitting lounge pants and a sleeveless tshirt as he heads across the hall to his office. He sits down and starts to shuffle through the messages left for him while he was gone. He dismisses most of them until he gets to one that is both interesting, yet saddening as well.)
Jimmy,
This long and winding road I have been on for the past few years has been absolutely great. I have lost many friends in this business, but none was more important, or more geniunely my friend, than your father. I have enjoyed seeing you come up in the business and be a success. I think it may be time for me to go, though. I think my time in this business has come to an end. I wish I could see you reach the top first hand, but I guess I will have to settle for Pay Per Views at home. If I don't come back, at least you know why.
Your Friend,
Gib
(Jimmy looks shocked as he lays the note down and looks out the window for a minute. Contemplating his friend's message and really thinking into the reasons Gib could possibly want to quit doing what he loves the most. What in the world could make a man who is seemingly still at the top of his game, even at this stage of his career, just turn his back on the sport that he loves the most. Jimmy thinks back on all the hilarious moments he has had with Gib over the course of his career. From the wheel chair races in the middle of a hospital to dressing up like a bunch of clowns and watching Gib get pushed around by an 80 year old lady with a cane. Jimmy winces when he thinks about where that cane ended up. He then gets a huge grin on his face and goes down the hall and grabs something out of a closet. He then grabs a box and puts whatever it was he grabbed from the closet into the box. He grabs a piece of paper and a pen and sits back down at his desk.)
Dear Gib,
I can understand your frustration with your current situation. I really can. But quitting the sport you love is not an option. Not now, anyway. Here is a little something to help you change your mind and stay. You had one kind of like it before, and you were a monster with this thing. So, I am hoping that with this little gift, you will give your thoughts of retirement a big middle finger and come on back for some fun. Let me know what you decide. Either way, brother, it's been a great opportunity working alongside you all these years, and you will be missed.
Jimmy
PS. I hope you aren't reading this naked! HE HE HE
(Jimmy places the letter into the box with the object and tapes it shut. He places Gib's address on the box and calls for Boswell. He tells him to ship it off ASAP. Boswell does as he is asked and goes to the FedEx store, shipping it overnight to Gib. Meanwhile, back at home, Jimmy prepares to rest his beaten, weary body with a good nights sleep. Tomorrow he has a lot to do to prepare for his match against Ace this week. Parting is such sweet sorrow....and all that jazz...as the scene fades to black.)
[Ace has no idea what he is doing! He asked for...no DEMANDED..a match with me that is likely to get him severly injured. He wants me to beat him within an inch of his life and keep him down for a full 21 second count. Well, I hope he hasn't forgotten who my father was. Because his blood flows inside of me, and he was one of the most brutal opponents anyone could have ever stepped into the ring with.]
(Jimmy continues to run as he thinks about the match this week. The visions of all the devious things he has in store for Ace make him smile inside.)
(Jimmy begins running harder and harder sprinting the final lap around the track. As he passes the finish line, he slows his pace and then stops about thirty to fourty yards away. He stops and stretches and then walks back towards his bags. He sits down on the bench and changes out of his track shoes and puts on his flip flops. He grabs his bag and heads towards his car. As he gets in his car, his cellphone is going crazy on his visor. He picks it up and sees its Nick Logan calling him. He sends the call to voicemail and places it back on his visor. He backs out of his parking spot and pulls out of the parking lot. He heads down the highway, thinking about all that has transpired in the last week.)
[Last week was definitely a wakeup call. I was all over the map, and all out of whack. Hell, I didn't even recognize myself anymore. But that was then, this is now. Just one short week later, things are completely different. I got this ship righted before I got too far in the wrong direction. I came back strong last week, and I defeated three of the best X-Division champions of all time. They put up a hell of a fight and we put on a hell of a show. But it was me...yes me... who came out victorious!]
(Jimmy takes his exit and turns down his street. He follows the long and winding road to the top of the hill and pulls into his driveway. He pulls to the back and parks. He gets out and walks into the house with his workout bag. He places it on the washing machine as he walks into the kitchen. Boswell is standing there to greet him.)
Boswell - Jimmy, its good to have you home, sir. You have a few messages on your desk upstairs.
Great. I will check them out shortly. Right now, I need to take a shower. I am starting to smell my own stink!
Boswell - (Slightly laughing) Very well, sir.
(Jimmy walks upstairs and into his room, shutting the door behind him. He walks into the bathroom and starts the water running, preparing for a nice, long, hot shower. He climbs in and lets the water rush over his body. He stands there, his sore muscles twitching under the rush of the hot water.)
[Focus is the key, my dad always said. Focus and determination. No outside forces. No outside interference. No distractions. Is that what the Syndicate is? Could be. But it's time to be a man, and stand on my own two feet. Time to become who I was, and who i was born to be. I proved without a shadow of a doubt that I am the greatest X-Division champion of all time, and now it's time to walk all over Ace and his arrogant little ass. The Blonde Stallion? Funny, his wife told me it should be the Blonde Miniature Pony.]
(Jimmy washes his body and his hair and steps out of the shower, toweling off. He wraps the towel around his waist then grabs another towel and dries his lengthy, multi-colored hair. He then brushes it out and lets the rest air dry. He goes into his huge walk-in closet and dresses in a pair of loose-fitting lounge pants and a sleeveless tshirt as he heads across the hall to his office. He sits down and starts to shuffle through the messages left for him while he was gone. He dismisses most of them until he gets to one that is both interesting, yet saddening as well.)
Jimmy,
This long and winding road I have been on for the past few years has been absolutely great. I have lost many friends in this business, but none was more important, or more geniunely my friend, than your father. I have enjoyed seeing you come up in the business and be a success. I think it may be time for me to go, though. I think my time in this business has come to an end. I wish I could see you reach the top first hand, but I guess I will have to settle for Pay Per Views at home. If I don't come back, at least you know why.
Your Friend,
Gib
(Jimmy looks shocked as he lays the note down and looks out the window for a minute. Contemplating his friend's message and really thinking into the reasons Gib could possibly want to quit doing what he loves the most. What in the world could make a man who is seemingly still at the top of his game, even at this stage of his career, just turn his back on the sport that he loves the most. Jimmy thinks back on all the hilarious moments he has had with Gib over the course of his career. From the wheel chair races in the middle of a hospital to dressing up like a bunch of clowns and watching Gib get pushed around by an 80 year old lady with a cane. Jimmy winces when he thinks about where that cane ended up. He then gets a huge grin on his face and goes down the hall and grabs something out of a closet. He then grabs a box and puts whatever it was he grabbed from the closet into the box. He grabs a piece of paper and a pen and sits back down at his desk.)
Dear Gib,
I can understand your frustration with your current situation. I really can. But quitting the sport you love is not an option. Not now, anyway. Here is a little something to help you change your mind and stay. You had one kind of like it before, and you were a monster with this thing. So, I am hoping that with this little gift, you will give your thoughts of retirement a big middle finger and come on back for some fun. Let me know what you decide. Either way, brother, it's been a great opportunity working alongside you all these years, and you will be missed.
Jimmy
PS. I hope you aren't reading this naked! HE HE HE
(Jimmy places the letter into the box with the object and tapes it shut. He places Gib's address on the box and calls for Boswell. He tells him to ship it off ASAP. Boswell does as he is asked and goes to the FedEx store, shipping it overnight to Gib. Meanwhile, back at home, Jimmy prepares to rest his beaten, weary body with a good nights sleep. Tomorrow he has a lot to do to prepare for his match against Ace this week. Parting is such sweet sorrow....and all that jazz...as the scene fades to black.)