Post by Philip Burns on Sept 18, 2009 15:31:11 GMT -6
Our scene opens in a night club. Its a nice place, no smoke in the air, no skanks hiding in the shadows. The room is filled with high class women and men with money. It seems that Philip Burns former protégé JP Rush was sent packing back to his old bar tending ways, or at least it seems that way due to the fact he is behind the bar. JP serves a mojito to a lovely young lady and she tips him a buck. As she is walking away from the bar a we hear an awful lot of cheering for no apparent reason. The camera pans around to see the entryway and thats what all the fuss is about.
Philip Burns is making an entrance. With a lady on each arm and a new tailored suit this guy looks like a million bucks. I doubt anyone in the room knew he has enough stitches in him to make a pair of pants but you could tell by the look of him. Burns waves to a few fans before quickly ignoring them after spotting his old pal. He breaks away from the hold of these two ladies and approaches the bar. He pulls out a twenty dollar bill.
Vodka martini.
JP stares a hole through him. It was just two days ago that Burns had effectively dashed his dreams and ruined what was to be the first week of a new and exciting career opportunity.
You have a lot of nerve coming here. It takes a real piece of work to stroll in here and mock me.
With sarcasm in his voice Burns takes a stand.
I'm just a paying customer. Its not like I called around trying to figure out where you were working and came here. You're not going to refuse a paying customer are you?
I'm going to make you one damn drink. After that you go through a waitress and do not approach my bar again.
Fair enough big guy. Don't get mad. Unlike the ring, theres room for charges to be pressed out here.
Burns gets that familiar a-hole grin on his face and leans against the bar waiting. The drink comes pretty quick and he pays with the twenty. JP turns to the register to change it out.
Keep the change stretch, I heard you had fallen on hard times.
Phil walks away as JP grits his teeth and tries to keep himself from making a scene. Burns reunites with his lady friends and make their way toward a corner table overlooking the dance floor. A waitress comes over and gets familiar as she introduces herself and takes orders.
You know girls, this establishment is alright.
The women know their role. He isn't looking for input, he doesn't want to talk to them. They are not his girlfriends. They are just the first in a long line of hot girls that will be keeping this man company for the foreseeable future.
A commotion breaks out just feet from them and bouncers rush on the seen and pull a middle aged lady off of a man wearing a burgundy suit. Burns quickly identifies the man as his former manager, The News. Small world, know what I mean?
Get her off me! Throw her ass out! Psycho bitch!
News!
Good for nothing tramp!
News!
The News turns and sees his old friend and forgets about what he was doing. Security tosses the woman out as he comes over and sits across from Burns.
That chick was whipping your ass man.
Oh that was, that was nothing really. I don't hit women so when they hit me I just cover up and wait for a bouncer to help.
Some random chick just attacked you?
No, that was my first ex wife. I was trying to get a booty call but it wasn't happening. She says I owe her money. Thats why she agreed to meet me here. Talk about bait and switch! So whats up sir? I saw the big win over Angel, good work! Got Ace this week huh?
Yeah I haven't been paying much attention to him. Honestly my least favorite part of facing him was always the nonsensical banter I had to endure so I just decided to ignore him as long as I can.
I bet that will get under his skin. But this is only Wednesday so I'm sure we will hear from him.
Hopefully he doesn't say anything dumb about when this airs. Like we have some 24/7 wrestling channel this airs live on.
He is smarter than that. I bet he wont.
Yeah, but listen News I got some things to talk to you about now that I think about it. I'm looking for someone in an advisor role. Not really anything too important but a guy to make sure I have everything I need at all times and can give me input on career decisions.
Sweet man, I need a job.
One problem. Though.
Burns grabs him by the shirt. And gets nose to nose with him.
I don't need some jerk with a dumb ass nickname like “The News”. I get it, you were a newscaster. WAS is the operative word. Ha freaking ha. Your name is James Stepp and thats what you are going to be called. I have no room for gimmicks and off the wall antics. I am going to win the National title and move up to the world title and I only need people around me who have the same goal for me. Got it?
Jimmy “The News” Stepp gulps in fear and nods his head in agreement. Burns motions to one of the girls (we will call her Felicia) to keep James company and they head to the dance floor while Phil drinks his martini and surveys the landscape. He looks up toward the bar and raises his glass in toast the JP Rush ho catches a glimpse of him. JP shoots the bird in response which causes Phil to laugh to himself. Scene fades.
Now we are backstage at the arena as The Burning laces up his second boot and puts his kneepads in place. He adjusts an elbow pad. Tonight he has Ace in an Xtreme rules match only five days removed from a devastating match with Angel. As of this time Burns has heard what Ace had to say. He looks up into the camera.
Oh didn't notice you there camera jerk. But, since you're here I will say a few things to my opponent. A: I don't even know who “Cross” is. I don't fraternize with other wrestlers. They are terrible people. I mention my girlfriend for like what, 5 seconds and now I'm showcasing my romantic troubles? I also somewhat mentioned my mom dying a few months back so I guess I am mourning in public now? I didn't know having a girlfriend was such an original concept that I am plagiarizing someone by doing so. My bad.
And B: Lord forbid I don't spend night and day talking about you or the production guys don't put everything up as soon as it happens. You're the only one obsessing over this. I get a National title match no matter what happens with us. At least I got left out of Road to the Gold because I have a title shot at the next PPV. You got left out because you are in fact the irrelevant one, not me. Its pretty ridiculous to brag about beating me in one sentence then admit that I have beaten you in another. Nobody thinks you are intimidating. Nobody cares that you were once a champion. You used your spot at the top to become the biggest douche in history apparently because I don't see anybody clamoring to put you on a pedestal like Lance or Spike. Yeah you've beaten me. But unlike the two guys I just mentioned, Ive beaten you too. Thats what sets you apart form the greats.
I'm not resting on the past. I choose instead to carve a new path on the landscape of my future. So have fun tooting your own horn and surrounding yourself with a false sense of security because you beat me in the finals of a tournament that ultimately got you nowhere. Ive got bigger and better things on the horizon. Get out of my face.
Burns pushes the camera man out of the way and he gets up and takes off walking down the hall. Time to talk and pick over insignificant details is done. It all gets left in the ring tonight.
Scene Fades.
Philip Burns is making an entrance. With a lady on each arm and a new tailored suit this guy looks like a million bucks. I doubt anyone in the room knew he has enough stitches in him to make a pair of pants but you could tell by the look of him. Burns waves to a few fans before quickly ignoring them after spotting his old pal. He breaks away from the hold of these two ladies and approaches the bar. He pulls out a twenty dollar bill.
Vodka martini.
JP stares a hole through him. It was just two days ago that Burns had effectively dashed his dreams and ruined what was to be the first week of a new and exciting career opportunity.
You have a lot of nerve coming here. It takes a real piece of work to stroll in here and mock me.
With sarcasm in his voice Burns takes a stand.
I'm just a paying customer. Its not like I called around trying to figure out where you were working and came here. You're not going to refuse a paying customer are you?
I'm going to make you one damn drink. After that you go through a waitress and do not approach my bar again.
Fair enough big guy. Don't get mad. Unlike the ring, theres room for charges to be pressed out here.
Burns gets that familiar a-hole grin on his face and leans against the bar waiting. The drink comes pretty quick and he pays with the twenty. JP turns to the register to change it out.
Keep the change stretch, I heard you had fallen on hard times.
Phil walks away as JP grits his teeth and tries to keep himself from making a scene. Burns reunites with his lady friends and make their way toward a corner table overlooking the dance floor. A waitress comes over and gets familiar as she introduces herself and takes orders.
You know girls, this establishment is alright.
The women know their role. He isn't looking for input, he doesn't want to talk to them. They are not his girlfriends. They are just the first in a long line of hot girls that will be keeping this man company for the foreseeable future.
A commotion breaks out just feet from them and bouncers rush on the seen and pull a middle aged lady off of a man wearing a burgundy suit. Burns quickly identifies the man as his former manager, The News. Small world, know what I mean?
Get her off me! Throw her ass out! Psycho bitch!
News!
Good for nothing tramp!
News!
The News turns and sees his old friend and forgets about what he was doing. Security tosses the woman out as he comes over and sits across from Burns.
That chick was whipping your ass man.
Oh that was, that was nothing really. I don't hit women so when they hit me I just cover up and wait for a bouncer to help.
Some random chick just attacked you?
No, that was my first ex wife. I was trying to get a booty call but it wasn't happening. She says I owe her money. Thats why she agreed to meet me here. Talk about bait and switch! So whats up sir? I saw the big win over Angel, good work! Got Ace this week huh?
Yeah I haven't been paying much attention to him. Honestly my least favorite part of facing him was always the nonsensical banter I had to endure so I just decided to ignore him as long as I can.
I bet that will get under his skin. But this is only Wednesday so I'm sure we will hear from him.
Hopefully he doesn't say anything dumb about when this airs. Like we have some 24/7 wrestling channel this airs live on.
He is smarter than that. I bet he wont.
Yeah, but listen News I got some things to talk to you about now that I think about it. I'm looking for someone in an advisor role. Not really anything too important but a guy to make sure I have everything I need at all times and can give me input on career decisions.
Sweet man, I need a job.
One problem. Though.
Burns grabs him by the shirt. And gets nose to nose with him.
I don't need some jerk with a dumb ass nickname like “The News”. I get it, you were a newscaster. WAS is the operative word. Ha freaking ha. Your name is James Stepp and thats what you are going to be called. I have no room for gimmicks and off the wall antics. I am going to win the National title and move up to the world title and I only need people around me who have the same goal for me. Got it?
Jimmy “The News” Stepp gulps in fear and nods his head in agreement. Burns motions to one of the girls (we will call her Felicia) to keep James company and they head to the dance floor while Phil drinks his martini and surveys the landscape. He looks up toward the bar and raises his glass in toast the JP Rush ho catches a glimpse of him. JP shoots the bird in response which causes Phil to laugh to himself. Scene fades.
Now we are backstage at the arena as The Burning laces up his second boot and puts his kneepads in place. He adjusts an elbow pad. Tonight he has Ace in an Xtreme rules match only five days removed from a devastating match with Angel. As of this time Burns has heard what Ace had to say. He looks up into the camera.
Oh didn't notice you there camera jerk. But, since you're here I will say a few things to my opponent. A: I don't even know who “Cross” is. I don't fraternize with other wrestlers. They are terrible people. I mention my girlfriend for like what, 5 seconds and now I'm showcasing my romantic troubles? I also somewhat mentioned my mom dying a few months back so I guess I am mourning in public now? I didn't know having a girlfriend was such an original concept that I am plagiarizing someone by doing so. My bad.
And B: Lord forbid I don't spend night and day talking about you or the production guys don't put everything up as soon as it happens. You're the only one obsessing over this. I get a National title match no matter what happens with us. At least I got left out of Road to the Gold because I have a title shot at the next PPV. You got left out because you are in fact the irrelevant one, not me. Its pretty ridiculous to brag about beating me in one sentence then admit that I have beaten you in another. Nobody thinks you are intimidating. Nobody cares that you were once a champion. You used your spot at the top to become the biggest douche in history apparently because I don't see anybody clamoring to put you on a pedestal like Lance or Spike. Yeah you've beaten me. But unlike the two guys I just mentioned, Ive beaten you too. Thats what sets you apart form the greats.
I'm not resting on the past. I choose instead to carve a new path on the landscape of my future. So have fun tooting your own horn and surrounding yourself with a false sense of security because you beat me in the finals of a tournament that ultimately got you nowhere. Ive got bigger and better things on the horizon. Get out of my face.
Burns pushes the camera man out of the way and he gets up and takes off walking down the hall. Time to talk and pick over insignificant details is done. It all gets left in the ring tonight.
Scene Fades.