Post by Natural on Mar 26, 2010 13:13:04 GMT -4
*The scene opens in Jimmy Jazz’s Jazz Lounge on Clark Street. He is playing his saxophone on the mini stage as girl named Shana Mass reads some poetry to the smooth jazz sounds. The crowd, filled with a combination of existentialists, liberals, pot-heads, homosexuals, and metro-sexuals all snap their fingers to the spoken words for all of Shana’s words related to each and every one of them personally. Shana finishes and Jazz finishes up his sax solo. Afterwards, instead of applause, the audience snapped just as loud. Jazz gave Shana a hug to congratulate her but Shana returned the favor with a peck on the cheek. Shana has been Jazz’s love interest ever since high school and it was obvious now he was getting a little closer to sealing the deal. Jazz went over to the smoking section and lit up a Cuban cigar. He ordered an apple martini and relaxed with some of his fellow existentialist.*
Jazz: Bro, Shana just kissed me. I’m so fucking in there bro
Meursault: Man you’ve been trying to nail that bitch since grade 10. Every time things start looking up, you do something to fuck it up.
Jazz: What have I done to ever fuck it up? She is just off and on with me.
Meursault: What about the time she invited you to play with her to the Poetry Slam on North Ave. 3 months ago. You didn’t show.
Jazz: I had things to do man you know that. I have very busy with APW. Rasslemania is coming up and I have the biggest match in my career. I want Shana but my career comes first bro.
Meursault: Have it your way bro. I think…(Shana walks in) Speaking of the devil. Nice job out there tonight
Shana: Thanks Meursault. Hey Jimmy, you did a great job out there too.
Jazz: Thank you. Not as good as you.
Meursault: I’ll let you two kids talk. Jazz, good luck on your match broski. Bye Shana.
Shana: Bye.
Jazz: See you later man. Thanks
*Meursault goes to another booth with some other friends. Shana takes a seat next to Jazz. They smile at each other for a while.*
Shana: So you have a match at Rasslemania.
Jazz: Yeah, I’m flying out to Houston tonight. I face three other guys in a ladder match for the Overdrive title.
Shana: Sounds intense. What time are you leaving tonight?
Jazz: I was hoping to leave here in the next few minutes. I have to go to my apartment, get my bag and take the cab over to the airport. My flight leaves at 12 midnight. I have a few hours or so but you have to get to those airports early.
Shana: Ok then, I just wanted to tell you nice job on stage. I won’t rush you. Wouldn’t want you to miss your flight. Have fun, be safe, blah the whole jazz.
Jazz: Thanks I’ll call you.
*Jazz finished his martini and left the table and Shana alone. He wanted to talk more but he was pressed for time. He wanted to be in Houston in good enough time so he had to blow her off for the time being. Plus, he wanted to switch roles in their relationship for once with him the one playing hard to get.*
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*Jazz arrives at his gate in the airport. A swarm of reporters crowd him with questions. It looked like a press conference.*
Reporter: Jazz, are you ready for Rasslemania
Ready? I was born ready. I have the opportunity of a lifetime this week. That is to win the Overdrive title and to knock off three punks at the same time. I’m solidifying my legacy in APW and nothing is going to stop me. Not Mark Moment. Not Hellfire K.I.D. Not Tajhay Gudkikco or whatever the hell his last name is. NO ONE. You are all looking at the next Overdrive champion. Better than that, you are all looking at the next face of APW Jimmy Jazz. APW needs an upgrade and I’m the man to do it. No more playing around, come Rasslemania, everyone will know my name. I will be become internationally known. Mark, K.I.D, Tajhay; you will also be internationally known. Because when I defeat you in the ring to become the Overdrive champion, all three of you will be known for being a cornerstone in the success of my career in Action Packed Wrestling. Believe it or not, the future is inevitable; and it says that all three of you will lie in defeat come Sunday.
Reporter: So what are your thoughts on your opponents?
My opponents are all performers. They are good. But I am better. I’m going to start with Mark Moment. Now Mark, you got into this match by the skin of your teeth. You just like everyone else knows that if you were to step into the ring with me last Overdrive, you would have been defeated. But I’m not upset at all. I say bring it on bro. I was just going to embarrass you on television. Now I get the chance to do that AND some in front of the tens of thousands of losers you call fans plus the millions of beer swelling basement bound parasites that cheer you each and every week. I’m going to make an example out you three and you especially Mark. You don’t deserve to be in this match. You just aren’t good enough to be. You say the only guy I have beaten is Jim Steel well you’re right but after Sunday, I can you, and those other two scum to my list. You say you are the fastest but I’m faster. I’m stronger. I’m more versatile. You aren’t going to know what hit you and at the end of the day, the last thing I want you to remember when you go to sleep is this guy standing over you with belt held high in his hands. Now that’s reality.
Hellfire K.I.D. First of all, who the hell is this kid? Anyone? (Reporters shrug) Well I’ll answer that question for everyone. Hellfire K.I.D is just another punk that will be added to the list of punks that tried and failed to beat me. He called me a no body APW. He called me a no body? This guy’s ink on his contract isn’t even dry and he has the audacity to call me a no body? It appears to me that you have no idea what your role is Hellfire. You are a newbie to this game. You are what computer nerds like to call a noob and it’s obvious, you need to be put in your place. Biting more off of the coconut than you can chew may seem noble, brave, and standout-ish but in reality; it is just plain stupidity. You come here and jump into this match and now you think you have chance at winning. And as a matter of fact you did have a chance at winning. That is until, I qualified for the match. Now you only will need to rely on pulling off some big fancy moves to impress the crowd and create a “buzz”. You have the chance at being second best. The one that comes so close to winning that it slipped right through his hands. Is that enough glory for you? Allow me to introduce to the man that will step on your fingers causing you to fall off of the mountain. I am a winner and I settle for nothing less.
Last but not…well yeah and least, Tajhay Gudashikiko. Yeah I’m going to call you Ghandi. Now Ghandi is a man of few words. He hasn’t said anything recently about the match but before the last overdrive he had some things to say. Now Jazz thinks Tajhay is someone he likes to call a suburb gangsta. You know what I’m talking about. The overuse of profanity and obscure language to make yourself look tough. He’s no bigger than a minute. At Rasslemania, this guy is the LEAST of Jazz’s worries. Not because he can’t get it done in the ring, but because he is not to be taken seriously. Now Ghandi likes to rap. I heard his little rap a week or so ago and I have to say at best, it was ghastly. Pedestrian. Mediocre. Now Jazz, hanging around his poets and speakers, knows a thing or two about making the words rhyme so Ghandi listen closely
There once was a man named Jazz
Who whooped Ghandi’s ass
He climbed up the ladder.
Ghandi lost control of his bladder.
And then it came to pass.
So Jimmy won the Overdrive title.
And became Ghandi’s idol.
He told Jazz he was great.
Knows he will always be second-rate.
And then his legacy become idle.
I hoped you like that Ghandi that was off the top of the dome. Over and over again it’s the same thing. A punk who tries to use intimidation and persuasion to get himself over and psyche out his opponents. The same ol’ shit. It’s not about what you say, it’s about how you back it up and Mark Moment, Hellfire K.I.D and you too Ghandi will get a reality check come Rasslemania when I walk out victorious with the Overdrive belt around my waist. Now that is Jazz to my ears. It was nice talking to you all but I have to
get on the plane.
*Jimmy Jazz picks up his luggage and heads through the little door on his way to the plane. The reporters follow him asking him more questions but security stops them and tells them they cannot go any further. Jazz puts his luggage in the overhead compartment and takes his seat. To his surprise he is sitting next to and old college buddy and fellow professional wrestler Kenny Kasual. Kenny works for Sin City Wrestling in Las Vegas as well as other places. They used to team up at small promotions and they haven’t seen each other in a while*
Jazz: What’s up bro?
Kenny: Hey man I see you doing your thing in APW. Rasslemania
is a big deal bro.
Jazz: I know man but what about you. Gambler champion, one of
the top stars at Sin City; you are making a name for yourself finally. What are you doing going to Houston?
Kenny: I have a ticket to Rasslemania. Front row seat. I’ll be watching you win the Overdrive title. Monday, I have to head to Vegas to SCW though. So how’s life? Are you still trying get with Shana?
Jazz: Dude it’s so complicated I don’t know where to start.
Kenny: We have 10 hours to catch up on things.
Jazz: true…
*The scene fades as Jazz and Kenny talking as the plane prepares to lift off.*
Jazz: Bro, Shana just kissed me. I’m so fucking in there bro
Meursault: Man you’ve been trying to nail that bitch since grade 10. Every time things start looking up, you do something to fuck it up.
Jazz: What have I done to ever fuck it up? She is just off and on with me.
Meursault: What about the time she invited you to play with her to the Poetry Slam on North Ave. 3 months ago. You didn’t show.
Jazz: I had things to do man you know that. I have very busy with APW. Rasslemania is coming up and I have the biggest match in my career. I want Shana but my career comes first bro.
Meursault: Have it your way bro. I think…(Shana walks in) Speaking of the devil. Nice job out there tonight
Shana: Thanks Meursault. Hey Jimmy, you did a great job out there too.
Jazz: Thank you. Not as good as you.
Meursault: I’ll let you two kids talk. Jazz, good luck on your match broski. Bye Shana.
Shana: Bye.
Jazz: See you later man. Thanks
*Meursault goes to another booth with some other friends. Shana takes a seat next to Jazz. They smile at each other for a while.*
Shana: So you have a match at Rasslemania.
Jazz: Yeah, I’m flying out to Houston tonight. I face three other guys in a ladder match for the Overdrive title.
Shana: Sounds intense. What time are you leaving tonight?
Jazz: I was hoping to leave here in the next few minutes. I have to go to my apartment, get my bag and take the cab over to the airport. My flight leaves at 12 midnight. I have a few hours or so but you have to get to those airports early.
Shana: Ok then, I just wanted to tell you nice job on stage. I won’t rush you. Wouldn’t want you to miss your flight. Have fun, be safe, blah the whole jazz.
Jazz: Thanks I’ll call you.
*Jazz finished his martini and left the table and Shana alone. He wanted to talk more but he was pressed for time. He wanted to be in Houston in good enough time so he had to blow her off for the time being. Plus, he wanted to switch roles in their relationship for once with him the one playing hard to get.*
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*Jazz arrives at his gate in the airport. A swarm of reporters crowd him with questions. It looked like a press conference.*
Reporter: Jazz, are you ready for Rasslemania
Ready? I was born ready. I have the opportunity of a lifetime this week. That is to win the Overdrive title and to knock off three punks at the same time. I’m solidifying my legacy in APW and nothing is going to stop me. Not Mark Moment. Not Hellfire K.I.D. Not Tajhay Gudkikco or whatever the hell his last name is. NO ONE. You are all looking at the next Overdrive champion. Better than that, you are all looking at the next face of APW Jimmy Jazz. APW needs an upgrade and I’m the man to do it. No more playing around, come Rasslemania, everyone will know my name. I will be become internationally known. Mark, K.I.D, Tajhay; you will also be internationally known. Because when I defeat you in the ring to become the Overdrive champion, all three of you will be known for being a cornerstone in the success of my career in Action Packed Wrestling. Believe it or not, the future is inevitable; and it says that all three of you will lie in defeat come Sunday.
Reporter: So what are your thoughts on your opponents?
My opponents are all performers. They are good. But I am better. I’m going to start with Mark Moment. Now Mark, you got into this match by the skin of your teeth. You just like everyone else knows that if you were to step into the ring with me last Overdrive, you would have been defeated. But I’m not upset at all. I say bring it on bro. I was just going to embarrass you on television. Now I get the chance to do that AND some in front of the tens of thousands of losers you call fans plus the millions of beer swelling basement bound parasites that cheer you each and every week. I’m going to make an example out you three and you especially Mark. You don’t deserve to be in this match. You just aren’t good enough to be. You say the only guy I have beaten is Jim Steel well you’re right but after Sunday, I can you, and those other two scum to my list. You say you are the fastest but I’m faster. I’m stronger. I’m more versatile. You aren’t going to know what hit you and at the end of the day, the last thing I want you to remember when you go to sleep is this guy standing over you with belt held high in his hands. Now that’s reality.
Hellfire K.I.D. First of all, who the hell is this kid? Anyone? (Reporters shrug) Well I’ll answer that question for everyone. Hellfire K.I.D is just another punk that will be added to the list of punks that tried and failed to beat me. He called me a no body APW. He called me a no body? This guy’s ink on his contract isn’t even dry and he has the audacity to call me a no body? It appears to me that you have no idea what your role is Hellfire. You are a newbie to this game. You are what computer nerds like to call a noob and it’s obvious, you need to be put in your place. Biting more off of the coconut than you can chew may seem noble, brave, and standout-ish but in reality; it is just plain stupidity. You come here and jump into this match and now you think you have chance at winning. And as a matter of fact you did have a chance at winning. That is until, I qualified for the match. Now you only will need to rely on pulling off some big fancy moves to impress the crowd and create a “buzz”. You have the chance at being second best. The one that comes so close to winning that it slipped right through his hands. Is that enough glory for you? Allow me to introduce to the man that will step on your fingers causing you to fall off of the mountain. I am a winner and I settle for nothing less.
Last but not…well yeah and least, Tajhay Gudashikiko. Yeah I’m going to call you Ghandi. Now Ghandi is a man of few words. He hasn’t said anything recently about the match but before the last overdrive he had some things to say. Now Jazz thinks Tajhay is someone he likes to call a suburb gangsta. You know what I’m talking about. The overuse of profanity and obscure language to make yourself look tough. He’s no bigger than a minute. At Rasslemania, this guy is the LEAST of Jazz’s worries. Not because he can’t get it done in the ring, but because he is not to be taken seriously. Now Ghandi likes to rap. I heard his little rap a week or so ago and I have to say at best, it was ghastly. Pedestrian. Mediocre. Now Jazz, hanging around his poets and speakers, knows a thing or two about making the words rhyme so Ghandi listen closely
There once was a man named Jazz
Who whooped Ghandi’s ass
He climbed up the ladder.
Ghandi lost control of his bladder.
And then it came to pass.
So Jimmy won the Overdrive title.
And became Ghandi’s idol.
He told Jazz he was great.
Knows he will always be second-rate.
And then his legacy become idle.
I hoped you like that Ghandi that was off the top of the dome. Over and over again it’s the same thing. A punk who tries to use intimidation and persuasion to get himself over and psyche out his opponents. The same ol’ shit. It’s not about what you say, it’s about how you back it up and Mark Moment, Hellfire K.I.D and you too Ghandi will get a reality check come Rasslemania when I walk out victorious with the Overdrive belt around my waist. Now that is Jazz to my ears. It was nice talking to you all but I have to
get on the plane.
*Jimmy Jazz picks up his luggage and heads through the little door on his way to the plane. The reporters follow him asking him more questions but security stops them and tells them they cannot go any further. Jazz puts his luggage in the overhead compartment and takes his seat. To his surprise he is sitting next to and old college buddy and fellow professional wrestler Kenny Kasual. Kenny works for Sin City Wrestling in Las Vegas as well as other places. They used to team up at small promotions and they haven’t seen each other in a while*
Jazz: What’s up bro?
Kenny: Hey man I see you doing your thing in APW. Rasslemania
is a big deal bro.
Jazz: I know man but what about you. Gambler champion, one of
the top stars at Sin City; you are making a name for yourself finally. What are you doing going to Houston?
Kenny: I have a ticket to Rasslemania. Front row seat. I’ll be watching you win the Overdrive title. Monday, I have to head to Vegas to SCW though. So how’s life? Are you still trying get with Shana?
Jazz: Dude it’s so complicated I don’t know where to start.
Kenny: We have 10 hours to catch up on things.
Jazz: true…
*The scene fades as Jazz and Kenny talking as the plane prepares to lift off.*
