Post by Nick Logan on Sept 7, 2009 10:59:23 GMT -6
[Its early morning in Austin, Texas. The Capital city of the Lone Star State. Just last night, Nick Logan and Mac Bane defeated the New Disease to become the number one contenders for the World Tag Team Titles. They are no entered into the Champions versus Challengers Warfare match at Battlegrounds. Dirty Deal, a team that was thoroughly beaten by the Syndicate a few weeks ago, will team with X-Division Champion Rob Diamond. The Syndicate will team with someone they know quite well. The son of their mentor. One of the most charismatic high flyers of all time, Jimmy Zane. A former Syndicate member who struck out on his own to both find himself, and get back on the winning path in nCw. And that, he has done. This week, they re-unite. This week.....it's GAME ON!]
(The scene fades in and we see Nick Logan in a conference room of some sort. He is on the phone, but not saying anything. The camera closes in, and he has a look of concern on his face.)
Come on, JW, pick up.
(Nick continues to listen as JW's voicemail picks up.)
<Hey, you have reached JW, I can't get to the phone right now, but leave a message and I will holler back at ya later.>
Hey, JW. It's Nick. Dude, I am worried. You haven't returned my calls, and you didn't send your normal congratulatory text or anything. You left in such a hurry the other day, and you never said what was going on, man. Get back to me when you can, brother. And I hope it's soon. Me and Mac need you there next week. We are on the cusp of becoming the new nCw Tag Team Champions, son! Talk soon!
(Nick hangs up the phone and sits there a moment. He looks through his cell and finds JW's mother's phone number. He presses "send" and puts the phone to his ear. The phone rings a few times until finally....)
JW's Mom - Hello?
Mrs. Whittle. It's Nick, how are you today?
JW's Mom - Oh, fair to midland, Nick, how are you, hon?
I am doing good. I am looking for JW. Have you seen or talked to him in the past couple of days?
JW's Mom - He called 4 or 5 days ago, Nick, but I haven't heard from him since. He sounded pretty upset about something, but he wouldn't tell me what it was.
OK. Well, I was just trying to find him. I needed to talk to him about a few things.
JW's Mom - Well, if I see or hear from him, I will tell him to give you a ring, ok?
Thanks, Mrs. Whittle. How is Mr. Whittle doing, by the way?
JW's Mom - Oh, you know how it is. Ever since he was forced to retire, he has been out in that garage working on that old car. Sometimes I wish he would just git rid of that old thing!
(Laughing) Well, Mrs. Whittle, it would be hard for any man to get rid of his hotrod, much less a 1970 Buick GSX. It's a collector's item!
JW's Mom - The only thing that car has collected is dust, Nick!
(Both of them laugh for a moment.)
Well, you give him my best, and if you talk to JW, please have him call me.
JW's Mom - OK, Nick. And you and Mac kick some booty this week, ok?
You got it, Mrs. Whittle. Take care.[/color]
(They both hang up the phone and Nick sits there a moment. Trying to think of a reason why JW hasn't called his mom in such a long time. The only thing he can think of...isn't a pretty answer, so he quickly dismisses it in his mind and gets up. He exits the conference room, and heads towards the elevators. A few people say congrats on the way there. He gets in and presses the PH button. The elevator starts and slowly makes the long trip up to the Penthouse Level. The doors open, and he walks out into his room.)
Mac! Where are you buddy?
(Mac doesn't reply. Nick starts walking around the Penthouse, going from room to room, looking for Mac. As he rounds the corner coming back into the living room, Mac jumps out from behind the curtains.)
Mac - BOOOOO!
(Nick jumps nearly out of his skin as he draws his arm back to punch him in the face. He stops himself and starts laughing, as he tries to catch his breath.)
Dude, you are an asshole.
Mac - Loosen up, man. We won last night. Today is a good day!
Yeah, I know. I can't find JW anywhere. He isn't answering his cell. He isn't answering his home phone. His mom hasn't talked to him since the day he left here.
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Mac - That's strange. He never goes that long without talking to his mom. You think everything is alright?
Dude, I have to believe it is. The alternative isn't anything I want to think about, man.
Mac - I hear ya. Anyway, bro, I am all packed up. I just got our reservation confirmations for our stuff up in Big D. Everything is set. You ready to get on the road?
[bYeah, I am ready. It's less than four hours from here to there. ]Where are we staying, by the way.[/b][/color]
Mac - Dude, we got the penthouse suite at the "W".
Seriously? That's right across the street from the Double A-C.
Mac - Indeed it is.
Hell yeah!
(They high five as Nick grabs up his bag, and Mac grabs up his. They look around to make sure they haven't forgotten anything and then walk out into the elevator. They press the "L" for the lobby and ride the elevator down. As the elevator doors open, they filter through the crowd and over to the desk clerk who quickly checks them out. As they are waiting for the receipt, they stand there, looking around the lobby.)
You know, this match is going to be tough. Our team wins, we are all champions. Their team wins, and...well, we aren't. This is the most important match the Syndicate has ever been a part of, and we need to make sure that we walk out of that match as the NEW nCw Tag Team Champions.
Mac - So what you are saying is, this match is all or nothing.
For All the Marbles.
Mac - Winner Takes All.
The whole shooting match.
Mac - The whole sha-bang.
The whole ball of wax.
Mac - The whole enchilada!
You think that's enough?
Mac - Probably.
(Both men laugh as Nick pulls out the valet ticket and hands it to Mac.)
Why don't you get that kid to get the car. You know he takes forever. I will finish up with the bill and meet you over there.
Mac - Cool, brother.
(Mac takes the ticket and walks towards the valet stand. Nick stands there, waiting for the receipt and he takes a deep breath, obviously thinking of his life-long friend, and what the hell could be keeping him from returning his call. He just figures he is drunk somewhere, hold up in a hotel with a lady of the night or something. He looks up and notices the camera and turns and looks directly into it.)
Well, well, well. Dirty Deal, we meet again. This time, it's for real, and this time it's for your titles. Last time, you weren't very fortunate, as we beat you guys. We beat you 1..2..3. This time, the only thing that is different is, we will be taking those tag straps off of you. You two bumbling knuckleheads don't have a freaking chance in hell at beating two of the most well conditioned athletes in nCw. The Syndicate reaches world-wide, boys, and in just six short days, your one month reign as Tag Team Champions is all over. It's as simple as that. I don't have to expand on it. I don't have to break it down any more simple than that. You guys are basic guys, and you understand basic words. So, with that said, I am going to say it one more time, as simple as I can. Us win. You Lose. End of story!
(He finishes talking and turns around just as the desk clerk brings him the final bill. His eyes bug out as he sees the total on the bill. He flips the pages open and notices 10-15 movies on pay per view.)
What the hell are these?
Desk Clerk - These are your pay per view choices, sir.
What do you mean, Pay Per View choices?
Desk Clerk - Yes, they are what we call (whispering) adult titles?
Adult titles?
Desk Clerk - Yes. You know. "bow chicka bow wow".
(The desk clerk kind of chuckles as Nick's face goes from confusion to a mixture of anger and slight embaressment. Mac walks over to tell Nick the car is waiting. As he gets there, Nick begins talking in a loud, booming voice.)
HEY MAC! LOOK BUDDY. OUR BILL HAS FIVE HUNDRED DOLLARS WORTH OF PAY PER VIEW MOVIES FROM YOUR ROOM, BUDDY! ADULT TITLES, THEY SAY!
(Mac grabs the bill out of his hand and covers Nick's mouth as the scene fades to black.)
(The scene fades in and we see Nick Logan in a conference room of some sort. He is on the phone, but not saying anything. The camera closes in, and he has a look of concern on his face.)
Come on, JW, pick up.
(Nick continues to listen as JW's voicemail picks up.)
<Hey, you have reached JW, I can't get to the phone right now, but leave a message and I will holler back at ya later.>
Hey, JW. It's Nick. Dude, I am worried. You haven't returned my calls, and you didn't send your normal congratulatory text or anything. You left in such a hurry the other day, and you never said what was going on, man. Get back to me when you can, brother. And I hope it's soon. Me and Mac need you there next week. We are on the cusp of becoming the new nCw Tag Team Champions, son! Talk soon!
(Nick hangs up the phone and sits there a moment. He looks through his cell and finds JW's mother's phone number. He presses "send" and puts the phone to his ear. The phone rings a few times until finally....)
JW's Mom - Hello?
Mrs. Whittle. It's Nick, how are you today?
JW's Mom - Oh, fair to midland, Nick, how are you, hon?
I am doing good. I am looking for JW. Have you seen or talked to him in the past couple of days?
JW's Mom - He called 4 or 5 days ago, Nick, but I haven't heard from him since. He sounded pretty upset about something, but he wouldn't tell me what it was.
OK. Well, I was just trying to find him. I needed to talk to him about a few things.
JW's Mom - Well, if I see or hear from him, I will tell him to give you a ring, ok?
Thanks, Mrs. Whittle. How is Mr. Whittle doing, by the way?
JW's Mom - Oh, you know how it is. Ever since he was forced to retire, he has been out in that garage working on that old car. Sometimes I wish he would just git rid of that old thing!
(Laughing) Well, Mrs. Whittle, it would be hard for any man to get rid of his hotrod, much less a 1970 Buick GSX. It's a collector's item!
JW's Mom - The only thing that car has collected is dust, Nick!
(Both of them laugh for a moment.)
Well, you give him my best, and if you talk to JW, please have him call me.
JW's Mom - OK, Nick. And you and Mac kick some booty this week, ok?
You got it, Mrs. Whittle. Take care.[/color]
(They both hang up the phone and Nick sits there a moment. Trying to think of a reason why JW hasn't called his mom in such a long time. The only thing he can think of...isn't a pretty answer, so he quickly dismisses it in his mind and gets up. He exits the conference room, and heads towards the elevators. A few people say congrats on the way there. He gets in and presses the PH button. The elevator starts and slowly makes the long trip up to the Penthouse Level. The doors open, and he walks out into his room.)
Mac! Where are you buddy?
(Mac doesn't reply. Nick starts walking around the Penthouse, going from room to room, looking for Mac. As he rounds the corner coming back into the living room, Mac jumps out from behind the curtains.)
Mac - BOOOOO!
(Nick jumps nearly out of his skin as he draws his arm back to punch him in the face. He stops himself and starts laughing, as he tries to catch his breath.)
Dude, you are an asshole.
Mac - Loosen up, man. We won last night. Today is a good day!
Yeah, I know. I can't find JW anywhere. He isn't answering his cell. He isn't answering his home phone. His mom hasn't talked to him since the day he left here.
[/b]
Mac - That's strange. He never goes that long without talking to his mom. You think everything is alright?
Dude, I have to believe it is. The alternative isn't anything I want to think about, man.
Mac - I hear ya. Anyway, bro, I am all packed up. I just got our reservation confirmations for our stuff up in Big D. Everything is set. You ready to get on the road?
[bYeah, I am ready. It's less than four hours from here to there. ]Where are we staying, by the way.[/b][/color]
Mac - Dude, we got the penthouse suite at the "W".
Seriously? That's right across the street from the Double A-C.
Mac - Indeed it is.
Hell yeah!
(They high five as Nick grabs up his bag, and Mac grabs up his. They look around to make sure they haven't forgotten anything and then walk out into the elevator. They press the "L" for the lobby and ride the elevator down. As the elevator doors open, they filter through the crowd and over to the desk clerk who quickly checks them out. As they are waiting for the receipt, they stand there, looking around the lobby.)
You know, this match is going to be tough. Our team wins, we are all champions. Their team wins, and...well, we aren't. This is the most important match the Syndicate has ever been a part of, and we need to make sure that we walk out of that match as the NEW nCw Tag Team Champions.
Mac - So what you are saying is, this match is all or nothing.
For All the Marbles.
Mac - Winner Takes All.
The whole shooting match.
Mac - The whole sha-bang.
The whole ball of wax.
Mac - The whole enchilada!
You think that's enough?
Mac - Probably.
(Both men laugh as Nick pulls out the valet ticket and hands it to Mac.)
Why don't you get that kid to get the car. You know he takes forever. I will finish up with the bill and meet you over there.
Mac - Cool, brother.
(Mac takes the ticket and walks towards the valet stand. Nick stands there, waiting for the receipt and he takes a deep breath, obviously thinking of his life-long friend, and what the hell could be keeping him from returning his call. He just figures he is drunk somewhere, hold up in a hotel with a lady of the night or something. He looks up and notices the camera and turns and looks directly into it.)
Well, well, well. Dirty Deal, we meet again. This time, it's for real, and this time it's for your titles. Last time, you weren't very fortunate, as we beat you guys. We beat you 1..2..3. This time, the only thing that is different is, we will be taking those tag straps off of you. You two bumbling knuckleheads don't have a freaking chance in hell at beating two of the most well conditioned athletes in nCw. The Syndicate reaches world-wide, boys, and in just six short days, your one month reign as Tag Team Champions is all over. It's as simple as that. I don't have to expand on it. I don't have to break it down any more simple than that. You guys are basic guys, and you understand basic words. So, with that said, I am going to say it one more time, as simple as I can. Us win. You Lose. End of story!
(He finishes talking and turns around just as the desk clerk brings him the final bill. His eyes bug out as he sees the total on the bill. He flips the pages open and notices 10-15 movies on pay per view.)
What the hell are these?
Desk Clerk - These are your pay per view choices, sir.
What do you mean, Pay Per View choices?
Desk Clerk - Yes, they are what we call (whispering) adult titles?
Adult titles?
Desk Clerk - Yes. You know. "bow chicka bow wow".
(The desk clerk kind of chuckles as Nick's face goes from confusion to a mixture of anger and slight embaressment. Mac walks over to tell Nick the car is waiting. As he gets there, Nick begins talking in a loud, booming voice.)
HEY MAC! LOOK BUDDY. OUR BILL HAS FIVE HUNDRED DOLLARS WORTH OF PAY PER VIEW MOVIES FROM YOUR ROOM, BUDDY! ADULT TITLES, THEY SAY!
(Mac grabs the bill out of his hand and covers Nick's mouth as the scene fades to black.)