(Screen fades in as a Taxi is zooming up in the distance the bright head lights look like looming eyes. Every second it grows closer and closer and before we realize it the taxi has pulled up to the arena front steps. The door slowly opens up and a tall figure, Minion, steps out of the cab…into the pale white light that is given off by the arena’s night time security lighting.. Wearing dark sunglasses, his dark blackish hair combed back into a semi pony tail, wearing a Minion Lives classic T-shirt, and blue jeans. He takes one look at the arena then whips out some money.)
Minion: see I told you that way was quicker…they love me in Portland
Taxi Driver: yeah yeah whatever that will be 65 even, um…what did you say your name was again.
Minion: Minion….I am a legend…a professional wrestler…the one and only the true bearer of the name….
(cuts Minion off mid sentence)
Taxi Driver: Never heard of you…that will be 65 even sir...you do know the event isn’t until the 12th right….
(Ignoring the fact that the guy has never heard of him)
Minion: .Yeah but I like to get familiar with the settings…to investigate the property…
Taxi Driver: For what…bombs…terrorist activity…crazed fans…fly monkeys
Minion: No...for all the possible spots in which I can inflict the most harm…to set up my plans…to make sure the worthless cows in Portland remember me…to make sure they never forget this presidential tourny match…to make sure that Kyan never forgets the day in which he learned he should have picked a new career….
(The taxi driver rolls his eyes)
Taxi Driver: Look just give me the money ill give you your change and we can move on…I got things to do…
(Minion lets out a deep sigh peels back some cash and throws into the Taxi window…as soon as the driver has his money he zooms off into the distance. We are now left with just Minion looking at the arena. He throws his bag over his shoulder and begins to walk to a couple of benches.)
Minion: Ah Portland how I have not missed thee…(lets out a deep sigh)…this god for saken **** hole of a town. I can’t wait till Kyan gets his head out of his own ass and shows up so I can get the quick three count and move on with this tourny…so I can claim my spot in the CSWA…so I can pull in the big bucks…so I can show the world that I am a champion…so I can sit up in first class instead of back of the bus with the black box and next to a screaming baby who wouldn’t shut up the entire flight all the way from freakin New York City…and next to the overweight guy who if this had been Southwest they would have made the fat slob buy two tickets but nooooooooooooo he had one seat and there I sat…and sat….and sat…in the middle seat…all the way from New York City…I am slightly angry.
(Minion reaches a bench and throws down his stuff and makes himself at home. All stretched out he reaches into his pants pocket and pulls out a cigarette and lights up. After a couple of deep drags he begins to speak again.)
Minion: I had a dream…it was a quick dream in between the fat guys realization that I was pissed…and the slight 5 minutes between the fact the baby was breast feeding...but it was such a glorious dream…I dreamed that I was in the middle of that glorious squared circle…and I was facing off against Kyan…I stood confident on my side…and there he stood on the other side perplexed at what he saw…perplexed that now he realized what everyone has said since I entered into this sport…that I am the gimmick…that this whole persona that I put forth is the real me…that I do want all that pain and suffering that I so deeply talk about...I woke up before I could do anything to poor Kyan…but I took some visual notes for later.
(Minion takes another couple of drags off his cig…as he does a security officer rounds the corner on his normal route and notices Minion and comes over to check it out.)
Security: Um sir can I help ya?
Security: Mind telling me what your doing here?
Minion: Oh…well my name is Minion I am here for the wrestling gig that is going down May 12th…just decided to get here so I would be on time…
(with a very perplexed look)
Security: Well…um…I guess that’s all right just don’t mess anything up…we have an ice skating show tomorrow…I think Disney on Ice Simba meets his Half Brother…who happens to be his cousin who is supposed to be some sick created image of Walt Disney before he was put on ice himself…supposed to be a hum dinger.
Minion: Well that sounds super…I will be sure to be nice and polite to all the kiddies tomorrow sir.
Security: well have a nice night
(Minion takes another drag and flicks the cig on the ground as the cop turns his back. Minion takes another cig out of his pocket and lights up again…then speaks while taking a couple of drags.)
Minion: The truth of the matter Kyan is that I am going to burn you like teenage love…I am going to enter into that ring and I am going to have only one thing on my mind…pinning as quick as possible while making you hurt as much as possible. Sure I might have to take a few extra minutes to put in some of the ideas I am thinking of…but in the end…it will hurt…you will bleed…and I will laugh…and the lawyers for the CSWA the next morning will earn their paycheck by defending their new boy….ME! People lie and say they aren’t in this for the fame…glory…or money…well I am…I am in this to win this damn tourny…I am in this to win my spot in the history books…I am in this so I can move out of my crap hole living conditions…to put my name back on the top…to put my name where it belongs…with the legends…when I am done with this tourny the CSWA brass are going to be begging me to sign the contract…I will give them ratings…they will give me money…I will give them more merchandise opportunities…they will give me more money and better fights than this round 1 cake walk we are calling a match…then I will become their champion...ahh happy days are upon us…my fall from grace had finally ended…things are looking good…my redemption is at hand…and to bad for you Kyan it marks the beginning of your fall…you know this will be fun I think…ah happy days are upon us…the era of the Minion is beginning.
(Fade to black as Minion stretches out on his park bench smoking and smiling)