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(Nathan Cross is sitting on the edge of an old wrestling ring, the same one that he’s been training in recently. His body is glistening under the lights from his sweat. He looks at the camera and begins, his eyes having that youthful twinkle that people have noticed his whole life.)
NC: I won't pin you... I won't knock you cold...and I won't get you to tap... or get you disqualified or counted out. It looks like you've covered all your bases there. I can't win this one. If you say so, 'dude'. But here's what I think.
(Cross pushes off of the apron and lands on the ground. He begins walking through the gym.)
NC: 3 seconds, 'dude'. That's all it takes to take your words and shove them down your throat. One bad move on your part, and you could take a fall that would make you feel like you just starred in one of Tony Hawk's "skating bloopers" videos. And as you lay there, the ref can count to 10 seconds... 20 seconds... and then give you a 5 minute turnaround to the ER. One move from me could leave you tied up in a knot with no where to go. You can hold on forever, if you wish, it's your body... but don't blame me when you can't do the things you truly love...playing the drums or skating.
(Cross has made it to the locker room. He opens the door and wrinkles his nose in disgust. He makes his way through the lockerroom.)
NC: And that's the reason I think I can finish this match, because you don't love this. Sure, at 5 you stepped between the ropes to face Winnie the Pooh, but I'm not one of your imaginary wrestlers & you’re not Christopher Robin. Really cool, “dude”, that you used to toss around your stuffed animals like they were Ric Flair. I'm sure that your teddy bear club had quite the feud going. But I ain't a teddy bear... and this certainly ain't the fair. (OORP: For all the Eddy Love Lovers out there
)
(Cross gets into his locker)
NC: I don't see the love, Lance. You don't HAVE to do this. If the CSWA fires you, then you can go on playing gigs and taking long skates off short piers. The money is there to catch you when you fall. The passion can go on to whatever strikes your fancy next. I HAVE nothing else. I don't have a mansion to go to. I don't even have a studio apartment to rest. This is my ticket out... YOU are my ticket out. We’ll tie up, and you’ll do well… Man, you’ll do great! You’ll put on a show, and THAT is half the battle for me. But no one has seen my show to date… unless you count me showing off my “patented right hands”. You WON’T go down to a schoolboy. You ‘probably’ (sarcasm noted) won’t go down to my aforementioned right hands. But in Charleston, “dude” you ARE going down.
(After getting his stuff, Nate makes his way toward the shower, turning from the camera.)
NC: And what the heck does “thrashed” mean anyway…
(Nate turns back to the camera.)
NC: …“Dude”?
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NC: I won't pin you... I won't knock you cold...and I won't get you to tap... or get you disqualified or counted out. It looks like you've covered all your bases there. I can't win this one. If you say so, 'dude'. But here's what I think.
(Cross pushes off of the apron and lands on the ground. He begins walking through the gym.)
NC: 3 seconds, 'dude'. That's all it takes to take your words and shove them down your throat. One bad move on your part, and you could take a fall that would make you feel like you just starred in one of Tony Hawk's "skating bloopers" videos. And as you lay there, the ref can count to 10 seconds... 20 seconds... and then give you a 5 minute turnaround to the ER. One move from me could leave you tied up in a knot with no where to go. You can hold on forever, if you wish, it's your body... but don't blame me when you can't do the things you truly love...playing the drums or skating.
(Cross has made it to the locker room. He opens the door and wrinkles his nose in disgust. He makes his way through the lockerroom.)
NC: And that's the reason I think I can finish this match, because you don't love this. Sure, at 5 you stepped between the ropes to face Winnie the Pooh, but I'm not one of your imaginary wrestlers & you’re not Christopher Robin. Really cool, “dude”, that you used to toss around your stuffed animals like they were Ric Flair. I'm sure that your teddy bear club had quite the feud going. But I ain't a teddy bear... and this certainly ain't the fair. (OORP: For all the Eddy Love Lovers out there
)(Cross gets into his locker)
NC: I don't see the love, Lance. You don't HAVE to do this. If the CSWA fires you, then you can go on playing gigs and taking long skates off short piers. The money is there to catch you when you fall. The passion can go on to whatever strikes your fancy next. I HAVE nothing else. I don't have a mansion to go to. I don't even have a studio apartment to rest. This is my ticket out... YOU are my ticket out. We’ll tie up, and you’ll do well… Man, you’ll do great! You’ll put on a show, and THAT is half the battle for me. But no one has seen my show to date… unless you count me showing off my “patented right hands”. You WON’T go down to a schoolboy. You ‘probably’ (sarcasm noted) won’t go down to my aforementioned right hands. But in Charleston, “dude” you ARE going down.
(After getting his stuff, Nate makes his way toward the shower, turning from the camera.)
NC: And what the heck does “thrashed” mean anyway…
(Nate turns back to the camera.)
NC: …“Dude”?
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