Post by jaygatsby on Oct 25, 2011 16:48:20 GMT -4
Voice: No, I’m not coming home. I am eighteen now and it’s time for me to prove you and dad wrong. Goodbye mother, I hope you’re well.
Scene: These words are heard as the camera fades in from black. We are sitting in diner somewhere. A young looking man is taping a button on his Cell Phone. The touch screen illuminates and we see that the call he was on to “home” has ended. The screen goes back to its default android home screen as we see that it is about 9:30 in the morning. The Clock widget on this person’s phone also tells us that the phone is located in Pittsburgh, PA. The young man that the camera is looking at puts his phone down as a waitress walks up to him. She is a middle aged looking woman with a name tag that reads “Ellen.” Ellen greats the man with a smile…
Ellen: Good morning, how are yous?
(The man chuckles for a moment.)
Man: I’m good and you?
Ellen: I’m good thanks… Can I get you started with a drink? Coffee, Tea, Soda, Juice?
Man: Is your Orange juice from concentrate or fresh squeezed?
Ellen: Fresh Squeezed.
Man: I’ll have a glass of that.
Ellen: Ok, and are you ready to order or do you need a few minutes?
Man: Yes, I’ll take a short stack with bacon, sausage links and 2 eggs over easy.
Ellen: Ok, you got it! I’ll be right back with your juice.
Scene: Ellen walks away as the camera spins around to get a front look at the man who seems to be the center of the cameras attention. He is wearing a hooded sweatshirt that reads “FAU: Florida Atlantic University Owls” The man’s phone rings. The young man looks at who is calling, and then rejects the call. After a few moments the phone notifies the man that he has a voicemail. The young man plays the voicemail on speaker, adjusting the volume so that it is only loud enough for him to hear.
Voicemail Voice: Jeremy, It’s your father. Mom just told me that you’re not coming home. I would be mad at you, but I know better. You’re going to do what you think is right and I get that. Just know that what you are about to do is very risky and dangerous. There is a reason I kept you out of DCW. Good luck Jeremiah Brock… You’re going to need it.
Scene: The voicemail ends. The young man in the diner, now known as Jeremiah Brock, puts the phone down and begins to mumble a bit to himself.
Jeremiah Brock: He thinks he knows everything… “it’s very risky and dangerous”… I’ll show him.
Scene: Fade to black
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Scene: We see a rugged looking youngster covered in tattoos. Heavy bags drooping beneath his dark eyes, His hair just a little too messy, even for his liking and longer than he usually keeps it. He scratches heavily at an unkempt beard that is inching closer to the floor every day as he sits alone in a McDonald’s booth leeching the free WiFi internet service and sipping a sweet tea. He has a lap top and although he has begun typing an e-mail several times he invariably backspaces until there is nothing more than a blank screen.
Everything he does is methodical. He over analyzes every situation to death. Every decision he makes is a long and drawn out process. A strategy, a plan b, a back up plan just in case something happens and all of the variables separate and fall before he can holler jenga. Some people know this youngster as Dave, others remember him as Steven, Joe, and Maurice. His true identity is something he has always hated. He loathed the man who sired him, and as soon as he could erase his fathers dynasty by changing his name he did, and he did it often.
The wrestling world knows this man as Warren Peace and that's the name he has chosen until his mission is complete. He brushes his shoulder. He is low, sulking and looks defeated. He then realizes he is being watched. He tries to act surprised, but knew the whole time. He addresses the camera.
Warren Peace: Hello to the land of APW. I know how fecal wrestling fans are. They sit around on their fat disgusting asses and read the online dirtsheets. One smark argues with another over whom the best wrestler is and defends his work in front of five or ten people in small indy arenas. With the magic of the World Wide Web I am sure by now you all know who I am, where I come from and why I am now here in APW. I am certainly well aware of your roster and better acquainted with the president of this company. But for every internet twerp there's two or three uninformed rednecks in the crowds who have no idea who I am so let me give you a history lesson. The name is Warren Peace. I am a second generation wrestler; my father is a legend in this industry. He is adored by everyone other than myself of course. See I hated growing up without a father. I hated seeing my mother work two, sometimes three jobs to support us while my father crated a legacy for himself and his tag partner, making millions of dollars. See I think your scum bags, all of you; The promoters, the wrestlers, the fans. This is a filthy business and about a year ago I set out to destroy it. I don't mean to toot my own horn, and I certainly don't have time enough to do it, but you can Google my name and see the trail of wrestling promotions that have fallen before me. The apw, is much larger promotion though so I plan on enlisting some help. And when I convince the son of my mortal enemy, my arch nemesis, to join my cause the irony will be oh so sweet...I can't wait to break the news to his father.
Scene: He goes back to typing his email addressed to Chris Brock. Fade to black.
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Scene: Fade in on the security gate of an arena somewhere in the United States. The signs all over the arena let you know that the arena is playing host to an APW house show event. Wrestlers and staff members are going in and out of the security check point as fans are starting to gather to get a glimpse of their favorite APW stars.
After a few moments Jeremiah Brock is seen walking through the checkpoint. He fumbles with his ID and the security guard eventually lets him walk thru and into the arena. The camera follows him as he enters the bowels of the building and finds his way to the locker rooms. He looks around at all the of movement that is going on before he is shown to the general locker room for new APW wrestlers. No individual spaces, no name on the door, just your typical locker room where a few new comers are getting dressed in hopes that they get a match tonight. Jeremiah walks to an empty bench, puts his bag down and takes a deep breath and then opens his bag and starts to get his equipments ready.
After a few moments, a figure walks up to Jeremiah and the camera pans up to see that it is Warren Peace.
Warren Peace: Jeremiah Brock...
He appears annoyed to be called by the name. A slight wince in his eye and balled up fists.
Warren Peace: The man who once went by that name is dead now. It took 18 long years for the slow and painful death, but the time has come. I know how you feel. I look at you and I see the same pain and anger. The anguish, oh I remember it all to well. The sleepless nights wondering where your father is. Staring into the night sky seeing the moon. Needing your father to toss the pig skin around, teach you how to fight and remind you that violence insn't the answer, so only fight if it's necessary. Then You get a little older and a little smarter and it's not just the pain of not having a father, but the questions that come. Where is he, is he ok, why won't he come home, who is he with now instead of me.
It doesn't take a lot of time for those horrible thoughts to sink in and the damage that occurs is irreversible. Then you turn to your mother, but she is still at work because the had to take a second shift at her second job to just to pay the rent. So you're faced with a strange path. Rebel to get back at your father, but your actions will inevitably affect your mother, who would do anything for you. Even spread her legs to the locals for a couple bills to put breakfast on the table the next day.
Jeremiah Brock: Warren Peace, you are right on more than one point… I did spend a lot of time wondering where my father was, when he was going to come home and why he couldn’t be around more often. The big difference between you and I, however, is that my father didn’t horde all his money and I never had to work for anything in my life. Clothes, toys, video games, cars, these were all things that were just given to me as I asked for them because my parents “didn’t want you to go through what we had to.” I accepted that for a very long time, but shortly after my 16th birthday I was fed up with it. I couldn’t stand being constantly treated like a baby and told that I couldn’t do this or that.
When I told my mother at 16 that I wanted to start training to be a wrestler, she cried all night long. She couldn’t bare the thought of her “little baby boy” following in his father’s footsteps. My parents forbid me from training, so I went behind their backs and started training from my father’s trainer, but found him to be old and decrepit. He couldn’t really teach me anything any longer and my father soon found out regardless, so I told my father that he either needed to start training me or I was going to find someone else who would. The fool has trained me for two years now, but has refused to allow me to debut anywhere in America.
When LPW came along, I thought “Finally, I’ll be able to go on the road with my dad and learn how to make it in the business.” WRONG! He refused my application citing “improper length of training and lack of experience” or at least that’s what he told Caleb Hawk. So when LPW closed and DCW opened, I went to him again and I asked for a shot. Despite having such a small roster, He again denied me stating that the level of talent was too high and that I would never be able to compete at that level without some experience under my belt. That was the last straw. That was when I started looking elsewhere for work.
Scene: Peace shakes his head a bit before saying anything.
Warren Peace: The lifestyle is sickening, but your father aggrandizes it, but he's just too afraid to admit he chose it before his family. He justifies being away on the road with the money. Tells you not complain, and focus on your grades, that someday when you're passionate about something you will understand, but he is lying to you. He is addicted to the drugs, sex, the spotlight, the pain, whatever it is he loves it more than he loves you.
Now you've realized this. You have a brain in your head and you're far from ignorant, but he still treats you like a child. Your last chance to find some kind of bonding experience is to become a wrestler too. He tells you that he is happy for you, but this is a lie. He says it's a dream of his to wrestle in the same ring as you, his son. This is just a facade.
You realize this when he constantly tells you that you're not ready. He doesn't want you around, because you're going to bring him down from the high. He spent your entire life on the road to avoid being your father, and now you're getting to close to his comfort zone.
Your father and my father are best friends. They have spent our entire lives enabling each other to continue to live this disgusting lifestyle. They told me I wasn't ready. They told me that if I got inside the ring I would be killed; that I didn't have the passion for the sport.
But that was the point. I hate this sport and so do you, but we share our fathers passion, it's just on the other end of the spectrum. This business that they love, we want to destroy. I have worked closely with your father for almost a year now. I know him, he is a disgusting liar, but you already know that.
Brock: You have no idea how true that is. I am ready for this. I have been training for two years for this and the day that I graduated from high school I also received my associated degree from college. I was going to high school full time, on the wrestling team, a state champion at that, and going to college full time all while finding the time to train in the ring, most night alone for the past year because he was working with either LPW or DCW.
Now it is time for the student to become the teacher. I am going to go out there and I am going to prove beyond the shadow of a doubt that I AM ready to do everything that our fathers could not do in this sport. They called themselves a dynasty in this business… Well the dynasty just got overthrown by its own successors because we have the talent, we have the determination, and we have the fortitude to destroy it all and let it all burn to the ground.
Warren Peace: Unlike you're father I am not going to lie to you. You are ready. You can go out there into that ring and come out on top nine times out of ten. That's why I reached out to you. I need you, I want your help. Unlike your father I see your potential. I can tell from the way that you are looking at me you are wondering if my motives and intentions are really what I described to you on the phone. You're wondering if i am using you to get to your father. Yes, yes I am, but that is only the icing on the cake.
What I need to know is this. Are you willing to do anything that is necessary to accomplish our goals? Are you willing to spill blood, anyone's, my blood, even your father’s blood to accomplish our goals? Are you willing to put your body, your life at risk to finally put an end to this business that our fathers fight so passionately to keep relevant and blooming with life?
Brock: Are you kidding me? I was BORN for this. I will go out there and I will wrestle every match like it could be my last because that’s what it will take to accomplish these goals… Warren, we have been chosen for this because we are The Fortunate Sons… We are the past, present, and FUTURE of this business whether our fathers want to admit it or not!
Scene: Just then, an APW road agent walks up to the duo.
Agent: Peace, Brock you two are tagging next against another team. This will be a tryout match, so you two better get out there and show up everything you got. The best team gets the contract.
Brock: My name’s not Brock.
Agent: Ok then hotshot, what should we call you?
Jeremiah Brock: If he’s Warren Peace, then you can call me Jay Gatsby.
Peace: And we are The Fortunate Sons.
Agent: Whatever you want kids.
Scene: The agent walks away as Warren and Jay shake hands, effectively sealing their fates together as a team. Fade to black.
Scene: These words are heard as the camera fades in from black. We are sitting in diner somewhere. A young looking man is taping a button on his Cell Phone. The touch screen illuminates and we see that the call he was on to “home” has ended. The screen goes back to its default android home screen as we see that it is about 9:30 in the morning. The Clock widget on this person’s phone also tells us that the phone is located in Pittsburgh, PA. The young man that the camera is looking at puts his phone down as a waitress walks up to him. She is a middle aged looking woman with a name tag that reads “Ellen.” Ellen greats the man with a smile…
Ellen: Good morning, how are yous?
(The man chuckles for a moment.)
Man: I’m good and you?
Ellen: I’m good thanks… Can I get you started with a drink? Coffee, Tea, Soda, Juice?
Man: Is your Orange juice from concentrate or fresh squeezed?
Ellen: Fresh Squeezed.
Man: I’ll have a glass of that.
Ellen: Ok, and are you ready to order or do you need a few minutes?
Man: Yes, I’ll take a short stack with bacon, sausage links and 2 eggs over easy.
Ellen: Ok, you got it! I’ll be right back with your juice.
Scene: Ellen walks away as the camera spins around to get a front look at the man who seems to be the center of the cameras attention. He is wearing a hooded sweatshirt that reads “FAU: Florida Atlantic University Owls” The man’s phone rings. The young man looks at who is calling, and then rejects the call. After a few moments the phone notifies the man that he has a voicemail. The young man plays the voicemail on speaker, adjusting the volume so that it is only loud enough for him to hear.
Voicemail Voice: Jeremy, It’s your father. Mom just told me that you’re not coming home. I would be mad at you, but I know better. You’re going to do what you think is right and I get that. Just know that what you are about to do is very risky and dangerous. There is a reason I kept you out of DCW. Good luck Jeremiah Brock… You’re going to need it.
Scene: The voicemail ends. The young man in the diner, now known as Jeremiah Brock, puts the phone down and begins to mumble a bit to himself.
Jeremiah Brock: He thinks he knows everything… “it’s very risky and dangerous”… I’ll show him.
Scene: Fade to black
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Scene: We see a rugged looking youngster covered in tattoos. Heavy bags drooping beneath his dark eyes, His hair just a little too messy, even for his liking and longer than he usually keeps it. He scratches heavily at an unkempt beard that is inching closer to the floor every day as he sits alone in a McDonald’s booth leeching the free WiFi internet service and sipping a sweet tea. He has a lap top and although he has begun typing an e-mail several times he invariably backspaces until there is nothing more than a blank screen.
Everything he does is methodical. He over analyzes every situation to death. Every decision he makes is a long and drawn out process. A strategy, a plan b, a back up plan just in case something happens and all of the variables separate and fall before he can holler jenga. Some people know this youngster as Dave, others remember him as Steven, Joe, and Maurice. His true identity is something he has always hated. He loathed the man who sired him, and as soon as he could erase his fathers dynasty by changing his name he did, and he did it often.
The wrestling world knows this man as Warren Peace and that's the name he has chosen until his mission is complete. He brushes his shoulder. He is low, sulking and looks defeated. He then realizes he is being watched. He tries to act surprised, but knew the whole time. He addresses the camera.
Warren Peace: Hello to the land of APW. I know how fecal wrestling fans are. They sit around on their fat disgusting asses and read the online dirtsheets. One smark argues with another over whom the best wrestler is and defends his work in front of five or ten people in small indy arenas. With the magic of the World Wide Web I am sure by now you all know who I am, where I come from and why I am now here in APW. I am certainly well aware of your roster and better acquainted with the president of this company. But for every internet twerp there's two or three uninformed rednecks in the crowds who have no idea who I am so let me give you a history lesson. The name is Warren Peace. I am a second generation wrestler; my father is a legend in this industry. He is adored by everyone other than myself of course. See I hated growing up without a father. I hated seeing my mother work two, sometimes three jobs to support us while my father crated a legacy for himself and his tag partner, making millions of dollars. See I think your scum bags, all of you; The promoters, the wrestlers, the fans. This is a filthy business and about a year ago I set out to destroy it. I don't mean to toot my own horn, and I certainly don't have time enough to do it, but you can Google my name and see the trail of wrestling promotions that have fallen before me. The apw, is much larger promotion though so I plan on enlisting some help. And when I convince the son of my mortal enemy, my arch nemesis, to join my cause the irony will be oh so sweet...I can't wait to break the news to his father.
Scene: He goes back to typing his email addressed to Chris Brock. Fade to black.
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Scene: Fade in on the security gate of an arena somewhere in the United States. The signs all over the arena let you know that the arena is playing host to an APW house show event. Wrestlers and staff members are going in and out of the security check point as fans are starting to gather to get a glimpse of their favorite APW stars.
After a few moments Jeremiah Brock is seen walking through the checkpoint. He fumbles with his ID and the security guard eventually lets him walk thru and into the arena. The camera follows him as he enters the bowels of the building and finds his way to the locker rooms. He looks around at all the of movement that is going on before he is shown to the general locker room for new APW wrestlers. No individual spaces, no name on the door, just your typical locker room where a few new comers are getting dressed in hopes that they get a match tonight. Jeremiah walks to an empty bench, puts his bag down and takes a deep breath and then opens his bag and starts to get his equipments ready.
After a few moments, a figure walks up to Jeremiah and the camera pans up to see that it is Warren Peace.
Warren Peace: Jeremiah Brock...
He appears annoyed to be called by the name. A slight wince in his eye and balled up fists.
Warren Peace: The man who once went by that name is dead now. It took 18 long years for the slow and painful death, but the time has come. I know how you feel. I look at you and I see the same pain and anger. The anguish, oh I remember it all to well. The sleepless nights wondering where your father is. Staring into the night sky seeing the moon. Needing your father to toss the pig skin around, teach you how to fight and remind you that violence insn't the answer, so only fight if it's necessary. Then You get a little older and a little smarter and it's not just the pain of not having a father, but the questions that come. Where is he, is he ok, why won't he come home, who is he with now instead of me.
It doesn't take a lot of time for those horrible thoughts to sink in and the damage that occurs is irreversible. Then you turn to your mother, but she is still at work because the had to take a second shift at her second job to just to pay the rent. So you're faced with a strange path. Rebel to get back at your father, but your actions will inevitably affect your mother, who would do anything for you. Even spread her legs to the locals for a couple bills to put breakfast on the table the next day.
Jeremiah Brock: Warren Peace, you are right on more than one point… I did spend a lot of time wondering where my father was, when he was going to come home and why he couldn’t be around more often. The big difference between you and I, however, is that my father didn’t horde all his money and I never had to work for anything in my life. Clothes, toys, video games, cars, these were all things that were just given to me as I asked for them because my parents “didn’t want you to go through what we had to.” I accepted that for a very long time, but shortly after my 16th birthday I was fed up with it. I couldn’t stand being constantly treated like a baby and told that I couldn’t do this or that.
When I told my mother at 16 that I wanted to start training to be a wrestler, she cried all night long. She couldn’t bare the thought of her “little baby boy” following in his father’s footsteps. My parents forbid me from training, so I went behind their backs and started training from my father’s trainer, but found him to be old and decrepit. He couldn’t really teach me anything any longer and my father soon found out regardless, so I told my father that he either needed to start training me or I was going to find someone else who would. The fool has trained me for two years now, but has refused to allow me to debut anywhere in America.
When LPW came along, I thought “Finally, I’ll be able to go on the road with my dad and learn how to make it in the business.” WRONG! He refused my application citing “improper length of training and lack of experience” or at least that’s what he told Caleb Hawk. So when LPW closed and DCW opened, I went to him again and I asked for a shot. Despite having such a small roster, He again denied me stating that the level of talent was too high and that I would never be able to compete at that level without some experience under my belt. That was the last straw. That was when I started looking elsewhere for work.
Scene: Peace shakes his head a bit before saying anything.
Warren Peace: The lifestyle is sickening, but your father aggrandizes it, but he's just too afraid to admit he chose it before his family. He justifies being away on the road with the money. Tells you not complain, and focus on your grades, that someday when you're passionate about something you will understand, but he is lying to you. He is addicted to the drugs, sex, the spotlight, the pain, whatever it is he loves it more than he loves you.
Now you've realized this. You have a brain in your head and you're far from ignorant, but he still treats you like a child. Your last chance to find some kind of bonding experience is to become a wrestler too. He tells you that he is happy for you, but this is a lie. He says it's a dream of his to wrestle in the same ring as you, his son. This is just a facade.
You realize this when he constantly tells you that you're not ready. He doesn't want you around, because you're going to bring him down from the high. He spent your entire life on the road to avoid being your father, and now you're getting to close to his comfort zone.
Your father and my father are best friends. They have spent our entire lives enabling each other to continue to live this disgusting lifestyle. They told me I wasn't ready. They told me that if I got inside the ring I would be killed; that I didn't have the passion for the sport.
But that was the point. I hate this sport and so do you, but we share our fathers passion, it's just on the other end of the spectrum. This business that they love, we want to destroy. I have worked closely with your father for almost a year now. I know him, he is a disgusting liar, but you already know that.
Brock: You have no idea how true that is. I am ready for this. I have been training for two years for this and the day that I graduated from high school I also received my associated degree from college. I was going to high school full time, on the wrestling team, a state champion at that, and going to college full time all while finding the time to train in the ring, most night alone for the past year because he was working with either LPW or DCW.
Now it is time for the student to become the teacher. I am going to go out there and I am going to prove beyond the shadow of a doubt that I AM ready to do everything that our fathers could not do in this sport. They called themselves a dynasty in this business… Well the dynasty just got overthrown by its own successors because we have the talent, we have the determination, and we have the fortitude to destroy it all and let it all burn to the ground.
Warren Peace: Unlike you're father I am not going to lie to you. You are ready. You can go out there into that ring and come out on top nine times out of ten. That's why I reached out to you. I need you, I want your help. Unlike your father I see your potential. I can tell from the way that you are looking at me you are wondering if my motives and intentions are really what I described to you on the phone. You're wondering if i am using you to get to your father. Yes, yes I am, but that is only the icing on the cake.
What I need to know is this. Are you willing to do anything that is necessary to accomplish our goals? Are you willing to spill blood, anyone's, my blood, even your father’s blood to accomplish our goals? Are you willing to put your body, your life at risk to finally put an end to this business that our fathers fight so passionately to keep relevant and blooming with life?
Brock: Are you kidding me? I was BORN for this. I will go out there and I will wrestle every match like it could be my last because that’s what it will take to accomplish these goals… Warren, we have been chosen for this because we are The Fortunate Sons… We are the past, present, and FUTURE of this business whether our fathers want to admit it or not!
Scene: Just then, an APW road agent walks up to the duo.
Agent: Peace, Brock you two are tagging next against another team. This will be a tryout match, so you two better get out there and show up everything you got. The best team gets the contract.
Brock: My name’s not Brock.
Agent: Ok then hotshot, what should we call you?
Jeremiah Brock: If he’s Warren Peace, then you can call me Jay Gatsby.
Peace: And we are The Fortunate Sons.
Agent: Whatever you want kids.
Scene: The agent walks away as Warren and Jay shake hands, effectively sealing their fates together as a team. Fade to black.
