"Phenomenal" Frankie Scott vs. The Sergeant
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The Sergeant
The Debut(Scene fades to a U.S. Army obstacle course, Fort Nowhere, Any State... The Sergeant is wearing his typical ring attire and breathing heavily... It's obvious he's recently ran through the course... He turns to the camera...)
The Sergeant: Now, I know what you're all thinking. I've been there before. I remember watching these wrestling shows back when I was younger and they'd put someone on the screen that you had no clue about. He'd get on there talkin' about how he was gonna do this, or that, or the other... and if you're anything like I was back then, you're thinking about changing the channel to some other wrestling show to catch up. I'm telling you right now, that'd be a mistake. It's not because I'm the greatest thing since mashed potatoes. No... it's because you'd be missing a genuine person. One who cares about what he's fighting for. Not to mention the fact that I'm entertaining as hell.
(He laughs...)
The Sergeant: I thought it'd be a lot easier to get a match here in Empire Pro, but things don't always go according to plans. I get that. The head honchos around this joint hooked me up with a match against another guy who I know is just dying to get into the ring. His name is Frankie Scott, and he likes to say the word "Phenomenal" a whole lot. In fact, he likes to say it so much that he added it to his name. It's not what you think, though. "Phenomenal" is not his middle name, as the old saying goes... it's his first. I'm not gonna sit here and tell you about how I'm gonna thrash the guy from one turnbuckle to the next. I have nothing against the guy, and truth be told, saying you are gonna thrash somebody indicates that you like to brawl. Brawling just isn't my style if I can help it.
(He pauses for a moment for effect...)
The Sergeant: So, what we've got here are two people who are new to the EPW just trying to go out and make a name for themselves in there first match. No grudges, no excess baggage. Just Frankie Scott and myself. Let's give the fans a debut match to remember, Frankie. I don't know about you, but The Sergeant is:
Combat Tested...
Mother Approved
(Scene fades to black...)
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Phenomenal
Guest
( A small single light shines over a burgundy leather recliner, "Combat Tested Mother Approved" appears on the screen of the television and then the screen turns into a white snowy picture. The figure in the recliner sits up. Frankie Scott gets out of the chair and walks over to turn the television off but instead... he sits down in front of it and stares at the picture.)
" It's been a good two years since I have even wanted to step back into the ring. Two years that I wasn't feeling pain in my back. Two years since I felt the sting of kicks, punches, steel chairs, pipes, ring bells and whatever else was used in the arena that night. Dan Ryan, Randy Cobb...it was all a blur for so long. The longer I stayed away...the better I regained my senses. The more I remebered the beat down I took that night. Lying awake in my own sweat trying to make sense of it all. I finally did. "
(Scott stands up but still stares at the tv set.)
" Two years... But, I know what needs to be done to get back where I need to be. Now, Dan Ryan owns his own wrestling business. The end of the world must be coming. I'm working without a contract just to prove that I am back where I need to be. I couldve worked anywhere for pay like this. But, to kill my personal demons this is where I need to be. To face my fears and prove once and for all that I am the true Phenom... the blue chip prospect... to give the fans who have still been behind me from day one the respect of making it back to the top. "
(Frankie grabs a water bottle sitting on a small table next to the tv and takes a drink.)
" I get paired up with another new guy trying to make it up the same ladder that I am climbing. That's fine. I don't care how many are taking up space on that ladder. My full intention is to watch them fall off on my way up. Sergeant.. while I don't know anything about you. I don't need to. This match isn't about some personal vendetta. I'll save that for someone else. This isn't about a cage match, a street fight or any falls count anywhere ladder on a pole match. Plain and simple... this about redemption. My climb back to the top. You're little motto says "Combat tested"... are you really? Have you felt chairs slam across your body ripping the skin clean off the top of your head and feeling the irritation of the trickle of blood pouring down your forehead, over your nose and across your chin as it fills the ground with crimson covering? Taking the very life out of you as you feel like you are gasping for that final breath and then later finding out that you have woken up three full days later after the worst beating of your life. Then losing all respect for yourself for months upon months afterwards? That my friend is combat tested. That I did pull myself up and out from that river of pain and I am finding my way back to the promised land. I am just sorry that you stand in my way toward that goal. Have you ever felt the wrath of someone who can't rest until his goal is met? Well, you are about to. Lace those boots tight, my friend and bring all that you have. I won't expect anything less. I have that so-called date with destiny. I just hope that destiny is ready for what is in store. And that you are ready to climb back up that ladder once I knock you off. No disrespect toward you. You are just in the wrong place at the wrong time."
(Frankie leans down, turns off the television and walks away into the darkness)
" It's been a good two years since I have even wanted to step back into the ring. Two years that I wasn't feeling pain in my back. Two years since I felt the sting of kicks, punches, steel chairs, pipes, ring bells and whatever else was used in the arena that night. Dan Ryan, Randy Cobb...it was all a blur for so long. The longer I stayed away...the better I regained my senses. The more I remebered the beat down I took that night. Lying awake in my own sweat trying to make sense of it all. I finally did. "
(Scott stands up but still stares at the tv set.)
" Two years... But, I know what needs to be done to get back where I need to be. Now, Dan Ryan owns his own wrestling business. The end of the world must be coming. I'm working without a contract just to prove that I am back where I need to be. I couldve worked anywhere for pay like this. But, to kill my personal demons this is where I need to be. To face my fears and prove once and for all that I am the true Phenom... the blue chip prospect... to give the fans who have still been behind me from day one the respect of making it back to the top. "
(Frankie grabs a water bottle sitting on a small table next to the tv and takes a drink.)
" I get paired up with another new guy trying to make it up the same ladder that I am climbing. That's fine. I don't care how many are taking up space on that ladder. My full intention is to watch them fall off on my way up. Sergeant.. while I don't know anything about you. I don't need to. This match isn't about some personal vendetta. I'll save that for someone else. This isn't about a cage match, a street fight or any falls count anywhere ladder on a pole match. Plain and simple... this about redemption. My climb back to the top. You're little motto says "Combat tested"... are you really? Have you felt chairs slam across your body ripping the skin clean off the top of your head and feeling the irritation of the trickle of blood pouring down your forehead, over your nose and across your chin as it fills the ground with crimson covering? Taking the very life out of you as you feel like you are gasping for that final breath and then later finding out that you have woken up three full days later after the worst beating of your life. Then losing all respect for yourself for months upon months afterwards? That my friend is combat tested. That I did pull myself up and out from that river of pain and I am finding my way back to the promised land. I am just sorry that you stand in my way toward that goal. Have you ever felt the wrath of someone who can't rest until his goal is met? Well, you are about to. Lace those boots tight, my friend and bring all that you have. I won't expect anything less. I have that so-called date with destiny. I just hope that destiny is ready for what is in store. And that you are ready to climb back up that ladder once I knock you off. No disrespect toward you. You are just in the wrong place at the wrong time."
(Frankie leans down, turns off the television and walks away into the darkness)
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Phenomenal
Guest
The camera pans around the bedroom of "Phenomenal" Frankie Scott. A king size bed up against the large wall of the bedroom is thrashed... sheets and blankets are half way in the floor, pillows are in the middle of the bed along with a remote control and a newspaper that looks like it has been through a war. The shower that had been running through the time that the camera was panning around the room has shut off. Frankie opens the door of the bedroom as steam billows out behind him. Scott is clad in nothing but a slate blue towel around his waist. Water quickly drips from his messy brown hair and down his forehead as he grabs a second blue towel from behind the door to put over his head. He walks over to the table beside his bed and grabs a coffee cup that is still steaming from a morning cup of java. As he takes a drink, he heads over to his laptop and turns it on. As he waits for his connection, he dries off his hair, wraps the towel around his neck and then taps a few keys on the keyboard.
"Nothing."
Frankie walks away from the laptop and opens the blinds to show a beautiful sunrise slowly crawling up the Lake Arrowhead mountainside.
" I can't believe this. Nearly 24 hours and no reply. I thought my opponent was ready. Combat Tested...but his mother must have not approved him to make a video reply. I'm not going to make any judgements... The early 4am manuvers had to have taken a toll on the Ol' Sarge. I seriously don't think he has been through enough wars to understand what I have ready for him. Years of agony.. build up of stress.. and now I am ready to release these tribulations on anyone who steps in my way toward the goals I have set. Sarge... all I can say at this point is... bring all that you have. But, I don't believe you have enough arsenal for this one man army. "
Scott turns away from the frosted window and walks back into the bathroom and closes the door.
"Nothing."
Frankie walks away from the laptop and opens the blinds to show a beautiful sunrise slowly crawling up the Lake Arrowhead mountainside.
" I can't believe this. Nearly 24 hours and no reply. I thought my opponent was ready. Combat Tested...but his mother must have not approved him to make a video reply. I'm not going to make any judgements... The early 4am manuvers had to have taken a toll on the Ol' Sarge. I seriously don't think he has been through enough wars to understand what I have ready for him. Years of agony.. build up of stress.. and now I am ready to release these tribulations on anyone who steps in my way toward the goals I have set. Sarge... all I can say at this point is... bring all that you have. But, I don't believe you have enough arsenal for this one man army. "
Scott turns away from the frosted window and walks back into the bathroom and closes the door.
Linguistic
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The Sergeant
"Misguided Worries"
(Scene fades in... The location is The Sergeant's modest house at an undisclosed location... It's easy to see by looking around his house on first view that he lives well below his means.... All rooms are furnished, neat, and organized... Instead of a big screen plasma tv in his living room, he has a small 20 inch television... Rather than an extravagantly large bed, he has a small twin size with his various military awards hanging on the walls around it... As images of different rooms of the house slowly flash across the screen, the scene fades once again and back into another small room where The Sergeant is thumbing through some pictures... He isn't wearing anything particularly important, just a black t-shirt, blue jeans, and his desert combat boots... He turns toward the camera...)
The Sergeant: I usually don't devote a whole lot of time to talking to somebody who I have an issue with. I generally tell them what the problem is and they fix it. On the few occasions when someone hasn't seen eye to eye with me in a former career, I threw down. Trust me when I say that it never happened a second time.
(He takes an uncharacteristic long pause, sighs, and continues...)
TS: I'm a smart enough guy to understand that in the world of wrestling, even though I haven't had a match as of yet, that people don't generally lay down for their opponent. I beat you once and more than likely our paths are going to cross again. It's wrestling. It happens. I understand that. I just don't think you understand what your dealing with.
(He holds a picture up close to the camera for all to see... In it, a group of four men are smiling big in their desert combat uniforms... Each of them has their name and rank blocked out for security concerns, but one of them stands out in the crowd as familiar... That man is The Sergeant, who appears all smiles with just a hint of cockiness... The four men are holding up a sign... It says: "Combat Tested... Mother Approved"...)
TS: This isn't just a catch phrase. It's not something we just made up to be cute, buddy. It's my life and it is most definitely relevant for what we are about to do at Onslaught. I don't bemoan my life, I am what I am. I'm a former soldier that has since needed something else comptetitive to do on a more individual basis.
(The picture is put away...)
TS: I do admire your tenacity... that ferocity and determination are great for me to look forward to. It's what I NEED. But, I can tell that with all of this determination comes a fact that you will soon have to deal with: You sell me short. Me, on the other hand... I know I'm in for a fight. I came to terms with that the second I decided I would attempt to get a contract with Empire Pro Wrestling. It's one on one competition that I love. I don't have any plans of selling you short. In fact, it's my desire that you are everything that you say you are. I need that. I need to know that at the end of this match I didn't just destroy some guy that was sent my way only for me to look good or have a better record. What I can't understand is how you can come out here and start making proclamations that I am "on maneuvers" or that I just can't think of anything to say. Do you think that a person needs to say something about a match every damn day? What's said has been said. You said what you felt you needed to say. I did the same. When do you find time to train? This is exactly what I'm talking about... you take me way too lightly.
(He takes a few brief seconds to let his words sink in...)
TS: Combat tested? Hell, Frankie... look at these pictures.
(He holds a handful of these pictures up in a haphazard fashion, obviously beginning to get a little worked up...)
TS: These are pictures of buddies lost! They weren't just beaten badly. They weren't just humiliated in front of a crowd of wrestling fans. D - E - A - D. Dead. Have you cleaned the brain out of a friend's kevlar just because he looked in the wrong direction at the wrong time? I have. I've been spit on by people I'm trying to protect, shot at, and yes, even had an Iraqi or two show me the bottom of their shoe... I've seen it all. It seems that there is a lack of respect here that need to quickly move to correct. Combat tested? Most definitely. My record speaks for itself. Mother approved? Well, after all I've seen, I still manage to keep my morals high and I still work hard to be a role model for those younger than me. Yeah, I'd say that most, if not all mothers, approve of me. So, you see... my "catch phrase" isn't something you should really be worying about. Neither is all of that scenery in your promos. You should be concerning yourself with whether or not after your first match you are really gonna be any closer to that goal of yours.
What more really needs to be said until gameday?
(Scene fades...)
"Misguided Worries"
(Scene fades in... The location is The Sergeant's modest house at an undisclosed location... It's easy to see by looking around his house on first view that he lives well below his means.... All rooms are furnished, neat, and organized... Instead of a big screen plasma tv in his living room, he has a small 20 inch television... Rather than an extravagantly large bed, he has a small twin size with his various military awards hanging on the walls around it... As images of different rooms of the house slowly flash across the screen, the scene fades once again and back into another small room where The Sergeant is thumbing through some pictures... He isn't wearing anything particularly important, just a black t-shirt, blue jeans, and his desert combat boots... He turns toward the camera...)
The Sergeant: I usually don't devote a whole lot of time to talking to somebody who I have an issue with. I generally tell them what the problem is and they fix it. On the few occasions when someone hasn't seen eye to eye with me in a former career, I threw down. Trust me when I say that it never happened a second time.
(He takes an uncharacteristic long pause, sighs, and continues...)
TS: I'm a smart enough guy to understand that in the world of wrestling, even though I haven't had a match as of yet, that people don't generally lay down for their opponent. I beat you once and more than likely our paths are going to cross again. It's wrestling. It happens. I understand that. I just don't think you understand what your dealing with.
(He holds a picture up close to the camera for all to see... In it, a group of four men are smiling big in their desert combat uniforms... Each of them has their name and rank blocked out for security concerns, but one of them stands out in the crowd as familiar... That man is The Sergeant, who appears all smiles with just a hint of cockiness... The four men are holding up a sign... It says: "Combat Tested... Mother Approved"...)
TS: This isn't just a catch phrase. It's not something we just made up to be cute, buddy. It's my life and it is most definitely relevant for what we are about to do at Onslaught. I don't bemoan my life, I am what I am. I'm a former soldier that has since needed something else comptetitive to do on a more individual basis.
(The picture is put away...)
TS: I do admire your tenacity... that ferocity and determination are great for me to look forward to. It's what I NEED. But, I can tell that with all of this determination comes a fact that you will soon have to deal with: You sell me short. Me, on the other hand... I know I'm in for a fight. I came to terms with that the second I decided I would attempt to get a contract with Empire Pro Wrestling. It's one on one competition that I love. I don't have any plans of selling you short. In fact, it's my desire that you are everything that you say you are. I need that. I need to know that at the end of this match I didn't just destroy some guy that was sent my way only for me to look good or have a better record. What I can't understand is how you can come out here and start making proclamations that I am "on maneuvers" or that I just can't think of anything to say. Do you think that a person needs to say something about a match every damn day? What's said has been said. You said what you felt you needed to say. I did the same. When do you find time to train? This is exactly what I'm talking about... you take me way too lightly.
(He takes a few brief seconds to let his words sink in...)
TS: Combat tested? Hell, Frankie... look at these pictures.
(He holds a handful of these pictures up in a haphazard fashion, obviously beginning to get a little worked up...)
TS: These are pictures of buddies lost! They weren't just beaten badly. They weren't just humiliated in front of a crowd of wrestling fans. D - E - A - D. Dead. Have you cleaned the brain out of a friend's kevlar just because he looked in the wrong direction at the wrong time? I have. I've been spit on by people I'm trying to protect, shot at, and yes, even had an Iraqi or two show me the bottom of their shoe... I've seen it all. It seems that there is a lack of respect here that need to quickly move to correct. Combat tested? Most definitely. My record speaks for itself. Mother approved? Well, after all I've seen, I still manage to keep my morals high and I still work hard to be a role model for those younger than me. Yeah, I'd say that most, if not all mothers, approve of me. So, you see... my "catch phrase" isn't something you should really be worying about. Neither is all of that scenery in your promos. You should be concerning yourself with whether or not after your first match you are really gonna be any closer to that goal of yours.
Combat Tested
Mother Approved
What more really needs to be said until gameday?
(Scene fades...)
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Phenomenal
Guest
(A 2005 Black Nissan Maxima pulls into the driveway of a modest two story A-frame mountain home. Frankie Scott clad in a black "Mr. Main Event" Rob Sampson T-shirt, a black and red Atlanta Falcons jacket and a pair of Wrangler Blue Jeans steps out of the car. An EPW cameraman rolling out of a camera truck follows him to the door of his home.)
"Come on in. "
(The cameraman asks Frankie a question about the remarks made by The Sergeant.)
"Yeah, I saw them.
(Frankie takes off his jacket and hangs it on a hook by the front door. Walks to the kitchen and checks the mail that is laying on the counter. He then heads from the kitchen through the living room to a door that leads to a downstairs basement. Scott walks down the steps with the cameraman following behind him. As he steps down the last step, Frankie walks into a full room full of memorabilia and a full sized wrestling ring. He walks around the ring to an area full of pictures and awards. He picks up a picture album and searches for a picture inside. When he finds it, he pulls it out of it's sleeve but hesitates to show it to the camera. He puts the picture beside him and looks into the camera.)
" Sarge, if I may call you that... You show a picture of yourself with your military buddies and give an explanation that you are a former soldier and what your motto means. Then, you tell me you don't think that I don't understand what I am dealing with. Like your life in the military should scare me. It doesn't. While I do thank you for defending our country with your life... Your past doesn't scare me. "
(Frankie picks up the picture and shows it to the camera.)
" You see these three men? The one on the right is obviously me. The one on the left is a guy and hall of famer by the name of "Kamikaze" Randy Cobb. And the one in the middle is our illustrious leader Dan Ryan. We were a team called Team Phenom. We were a very successful trio. But, week after week the pressures of life and being with this team took it's toll. I started to become popular and Ryan couldn't take it. He was World Champion and thought he deserved the accolades. I was on the verge of making a name for myself. One night, Dan Ryan had enough. HE and Cobb mauled me like two pitbulls on a piece of porterhouse steak. They left me for dead. I was taken from a stretcher and Ryan nearly killed me again. It took two years to regain my life. So, don't come to me about not being sure of what I am dealing with."
(Frankie puts the picture down and looks down at his t-shirt.)
" Look at this t-shirt. This is "Mr. Main Event Rob Sampson. Another Hall of Famer. One of the greatest wrestlers that ever lived. He was a very good friend of mine. He died a little over a year ago. Many people lost a friend in him. He was the meaning of a true champion inside and outside of the ring. It's hard not to be able to call him up and ask about his life and what's going on around him. So, I know about loss."
(Scott walks away from the camera and rolls into the ring.)
" You wonder when I find time to train, you wonder about my scenery, you make sure I know you are a role model. Well, let's look at the situation a little more closely. I find time to train in this ring. I live here in the mountains of Southern California. It's a town called Lake Arrowhead. In this town are Olympic Champions, UFC and Boxing Champions and Professional Skaters and skiiers training hard to make it to the next level. Not only did I come here for that reason. I did move here for the view, the perfect crisp clean air and the peace and quiet. My home is two story because it's a mountain community. The homes are built on the sides of the mountains. Not feasible for just large one story condos. I have two vehicles, a Nissan which you saw. It's my everyday car. Then, in the garage... a white 2004 Ford F-150 for when it snows. Yes, I have special items. Because I earned them. I poured sweat and blood for the job and sport I love. I fought hard to make it where I was then and where I am today. If you have a 20 inch TV instead of a plasma one then that is what you want. That is your perogative. Good for you. If you want to go into the congo and eat grub worms and coackroaches on the battlefield than eat a box of wheaties in your warm cozy home. Then that is your decision. What I have around me is mine. Where I train and when I train is my decision. I have been training for the last two years to get to this position. And you WON'T get through me to prove yourself to the wrestling world. As for being a role model to fans and children alike. Read my bio page on the EPW website. My record speaks for itself too. If you want my respect, Sarge... just beat me in the middle of the ring 1-2-3... all you have to do is beat me."
(Frankie rolls out of the ring, opens the backdoor and walks into the backyard as the camera fades out.)
"Come on in. "
(The cameraman asks Frankie a question about the remarks made by The Sergeant.)
"Yeah, I saw them.
(Frankie takes off his jacket and hangs it on a hook by the front door. Walks to the kitchen and checks the mail that is laying on the counter. He then heads from the kitchen through the living room to a door that leads to a downstairs basement. Scott walks down the steps with the cameraman following behind him. As he steps down the last step, Frankie walks into a full room full of memorabilia and a full sized wrestling ring. He walks around the ring to an area full of pictures and awards. He picks up a picture album and searches for a picture inside. When he finds it, he pulls it out of it's sleeve but hesitates to show it to the camera. He puts the picture beside him and looks into the camera.)
" Sarge, if I may call you that... You show a picture of yourself with your military buddies and give an explanation that you are a former soldier and what your motto means. Then, you tell me you don't think that I don't understand what I am dealing with. Like your life in the military should scare me. It doesn't. While I do thank you for defending our country with your life... Your past doesn't scare me. "
(Frankie picks up the picture and shows it to the camera.)
" You see these three men? The one on the right is obviously me. The one on the left is a guy and hall of famer by the name of "Kamikaze" Randy Cobb. And the one in the middle is our illustrious leader Dan Ryan. We were a team called Team Phenom. We were a very successful trio. But, week after week the pressures of life and being with this team took it's toll. I started to become popular and Ryan couldn't take it. He was World Champion and thought he deserved the accolades. I was on the verge of making a name for myself. One night, Dan Ryan had enough. HE and Cobb mauled me like two pitbulls on a piece of porterhouse steak. They left me for dead. I was taken from a stretcher and Ryan nearly killed me again. It took two years to regain my life. So, don't come to me about not being sure of what I am dealing with."
(Frankie puts the picture down and looks down at his t-shirt.)
" Look at this t-shirt. This is "Mr. Main Event Rob Sampson. Another Hall of Famer. One of the greatest wrestlers that ever lived. He was a very good friend of mine. He died a little over a year ago. Many people lost a friend in him. He was the meaning of a true champion inside and outside of the ring. It's hard not to be able to call him up and ask about his life and what's going on around him. So, I know about loss."
(Scott walks away from the camera and rolls into the ring.)
" You wonder when I find time to train, you wonder about my scenery, you make sure I know you are a role model. Well, let's look at the situation a little more closely. I find time to train in this ring. I live here in the mountains of Southern California. It's a town called Lake Arrowhead. In this town are Olympic Champions, UFC and Boxing Champions and Professional Skaters and skiiers training hard to make it to the next level. Not only did I come here for that reason. I did move here for the view, the perfect crisp clean air and the peace and quiet. My home is two story because it's a mountain community. The homes are built on the sides of the mountains. Not feasible for just large one story condos. I have two vehicles, a Nissan which you saw. It's my everyday car. Then, in the garage... a white 2004 Ford F-150 for when it snows. Yes, I have special items. Because I earned them. I poured sweat and blood for the job and sport I love. I fought hard to make it where I was then and where I am today. If you have a 20 inch TV instead of a plasma one then that is what you want. That is your perogative. Good for you. If you want to go into the congo and eat grub worms and coackroaches on the battlefield than eat a box of wheaties in your warm cozy home. Then that is your decision. What I have around me is mine. Where I train and when I train is my decision. I have been training for the last two years to get to this position. And you WON'T get through me to prove yourself to the wrestling world. As for being a role model to fans and children alike. Read my bio page on the EPW website. My record speaks for itself too. If you want my respect, Sarge... just beat me in the middle of the ring 1-2-3... all you have to do is beat me."
(Frankie rolls out of the ring, opens the backdoor and walks into the backyard as the camera fades out.)
Linguistic
Active member
The Sergeant
"Closing Statements"
(The scene opens to a small gym at yet another undisclosed location... A wrestling ring is positioned in the middle of the gym, but the crowd is gathered off in one of the corners away from it... The camera moves through the crowd of about fifty individuals until it reaches what has drawn this small crowd: The Sergeant, decked out in full ring attire... No shirt, desert combat pants and boots... He is in the middle of speaking...)
The Sergeant: ... and that's what I've been saying since day one. I needed to do something else with my life. Wrestling seemed like the thing to do. Now I'm hooked. I've been training with some very qualified people over the past month and I already have extensive experience in fighting. I just need to bring that focus that I've always been known for and I feel like I have a very promising career in professional wrestling.
Reporter 1: Since joining Empire Pro Wrestling last month, you seem to have focused on another wrestler with a promising future. Tariq Ismail. Care to comment?
TS: You know I'd love to sit and chat with you about that whole issue, but the management here at EPW has put another challenge in front of me that I need to keep my focus on. "Phenomenal" Frankie Scott. I'm sure you've heard of our upcoming match...
(Nods from the crowd...)
TS: Well, I know that it's just a house show and that doesn't draw the big media coverage that these larger televised shows bring. But, I think everyone will be missing out with this match. You have two of the most determined newcomers in the business today going at it at a house show and we're both treating it like it's a match for the EPW World Heavyweight Title. That's the future of this organization. I know we've both exchanged some rough words between each other... but think about it. We're both new here. Both dying to make a name for ourselves. Both competitive as all hell. You'll be witnessing the start of a brand new future. It's all because the powers to be in this organization gave us a chance.
(Camera flashes pop as a few of the reporters in te crowd write notes...)
Reporter 2: It seems that the two of you don't really have respect for each other. Is this the case?
TS: Not at all. Like I just said, we'll talk alot but in the end neither one of us is stupid. This is a house show. Either way it goes our paths will cross again. More than likely our next match would be even more important. We've got bright futures. Our disagreements stem from the fact that we come from very different backgrounds. It's hard for someone who has returned home from war to think a wrestling match could ever be as important and intense. On the other hand, a hardened veteran of the squared circle finds it difficult to understand that anything else in the world could be as personally competitive as one-on-one competition in the ring. So, we have our disagreements. Wouldn't be the first time for Frankie Scott. Wouldn't be the first time for The Sergeant.
(More writing... More camera flashes... Another reporter pipes up with a question...)
Reporter 3: So then, if you were a fan of Pro Wrestling sitting at home, who would you pick. You or "Phenomenal"?
TS: (laughing...) Now that's a trick question! Unfortunately, this is the last question that I'm going to take as I really need to work in the ring a little.
(pauses...)
TS: This will surprise you, but if I was the thinking man's wrestling fan, I would choose "Phenomenal" without a hint of hesitation. The guy is a ring veteran, and a successful one at that. He's not old. He's still in his prime. He's focused. If I were a fan looking at me, I'd think that the Ol' Sarge was a long shot. I've not been seen in ring action. I come from a completely different world where team play is smiled upon and essential for survival. Here in the world of professional wrestling that isn't always the case. In fact, it can be seen as more of a liability than a credit. But, thank God I'm not a thinking man's wrestling fan. All of my money is on The Sergeant. He's:
"Closing Statements"
(The scene opens to a small gym at yet another undisclosed location... A wrestling ring is positioned in the middle of the gym, but the crowd is gathered off in one of the corners away from it... The camera moves through the crowd of about fifty individuals until it reaches what has drawn this small crowd: The Sergeant, decked out in full ring attire... No shirt, desert combat pants and boots... He is in the middle of speaking...)
The Sergeant: ... and that's what I've been saying since day one. I needed to do something else with my life. Wrestling seemed like the thing to do. Now I'm hooked. I've been training with some very qualified people over the past month and I already have extensive experience in fighting. I just need to bring that focus that I've always been known for and I feel like I have a very promising career in professional wrestling.
Reporter 1: Since joining Empire Pro Wrestling last month, you seem to have focused on another wrestler with a promising future. Tariq Ismail. Care to comment?
TS: You know I'd love to sit and chat with you about that whole issue, but the management here at EPW has put another challenge in front of me that I need to keep my focus on. "Phenomenal" Frankie Scott. I'm sure you've heard of our upcoming match...
(Nods from the crowd...)
TS: Well, I know that it's just a house show and that doesn't draw the big media coverage that these larger televised shows bring. But, I think everyone will be missing out with this match. You have two of the most determined newcomers in the business today going at it at a house show and we're both treating it like it's a match for the EPW World Heavyweight Title. That's the future of this organization. I know we've both exchanged some rough words between each other... but think about it. We're both new here. Both dying to make a name for ourselves. Both competitive as all hell. You'll be witnessing the start of a brand new future. It's all because the powers to be in this organization gave us a chance.
(Camera flashes pop as a few of the reporters in te crowd write notes...)
Reporter 2: It seems that the two of you don't really have respect for each other. Is this the case?
TS: Not at all. Like I just said, we'll talk alot but in the end neither one of us is stupid. This is a house show. Either way it goes our paths will cross again. More than likely our next match would be even more important. We've got bright futures. Our disagreements stem from the fact that we come from very different backgrounds. It's hard for someone who has returned home from war to think a wrestling match could ever be as important and intense. On the other hand, a hardened veteran of the squared circle finds it difficult to understand that anything else in the world could be as personally competitive as one-on-one competition in the ring. So, we have our disagreements. Wouldn't be the first time for Frankie Scott. Wouldn't be the first time for The Sergeant.
(More writing... More camera flashes... Another reporter pipes up with a question...)
Reporter 3: So then, if you were a fan of Pro Wrestling sitting at home, who would you pick. You or "Phenomenal"?
TS: (laughing...) Now that's a trick question! Unfortunately, this is the last question that I'm going to take as I really need to work in the ring a little.
(pauses...)
TS: This will surprise you, but if I was the thinking man's wrestling fan, I would choose "Phenomenal" without a hint of hesitation. The guy is a ring veteran, and a successful one at that. He's not old. He's still in his prime. He's focused. If I were a fan looking at me, I'd think that the Ol' Sarge was a long shot. I've not been seen in ring action. I come from a completely different world where team play is smiled upon and essential for survival. Here in the world of professional wrestling that isn't always the case. In fact, it can be seen as more of a liability than a credit. But, thank God I'm not a thinking man's wrestling fan. All of my money is on The Sergeant. He's:
Combat Tested
Mother Approved
And I hear he makes a mean batch of chocolate chip cookies!
(He signals that the interview is over, moves toward the ring, and the scene fades to black...)
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Phenomenal
Guest
(Scene re-opens to the same small gym in parts unknown. The crowd of reporters that just finished interviewing The Sergeant and watching him put on a wrestling clinic to ready himself for his house show match vs. "Phenomenal" Frankie Scott are packing up and readying themselves to leave when " Sweet Home Alabama" echoes throughout the gym area. A young man walks to the ring wearing red and white tights with a red, white and blue ring jacket and a rebel flag bandana wrapped around his head. As he steps through the ring, he nods to the reporters. The group of reporters that were ready to leave put down their bags to focus on what was happening before them. A makeshift referee rolls into the ring as "Phenomenon" by Thousand Foot Krutch takes over from where the last song was playing. "Phenomenal" Frankie Scott emerges from the doorway of where the men's dressing room would be. Frankie wearing a Navy Blue and silver sequened robe and the same navy blue and silver tights with "Phenom" down the side and white boots. Frankie walked around the ring to greet some of the reporters as he walked up the steps into the ring. Before Frankie could get fully into the ring his opponent blindsided him with a knee to the forehead. The young man yanked off Frankie's robe and held the upper hand for 2 to 3 minutes before Frankie finally built momentum and turned the tide. A miss of a flying dropkick from the young competitor gave Frankie a breather to change things around. After 2-3 minutes of his own attack, Frankie hit his opponent with a springboard flying bulldog and then a cradle piledriver which is his finishing manuver called the Phenom Drop. The referee makes the three count and the reporters that had stayed clapped for what they witnessed. Frankie Scott acknowledges the crowd and then helps up the young man he just faced and walks him toward the ring ropes near the reporters. )
PFS: "Ladies and Gentlemen of the press... Give a round of applause for this young man. His name is Justin Riley. He's a young man that has been training with me. He has a good future in this business!"
(The small crowd claps in gratitude as Riley steps out of the ring.)
PFS: "As you can tell the EPW management team put on a show for you for this upcoming house show. I obviously don't show up after an interview from my future opponent for no reason at all. And as there wouldn't be any conflict, I did wait until he left the building and was through with everything before I made my entrance. So, are there any questions?"
(The reporters gather their pens and pads of paper as well as recorders to get ready for the interview.)
Reporter 1: " With all that has been going on this week, do you feel that you are ready for your match with someone of the magnitude as The Sergeant?"
PFS: "Good question. And you have every right to ask it. It has been awhile that I have been able to walk into a ring other than my own and stand toe to toe with someone other than a student or wrestler of lesser talents than that of Ol' Sarge. But, this is the best that I have felt in a long time. I wouldn't have made my comeback now if I didnt think that I wasn't ready. The Sergeant is someone that I have never ever seen before and I do believe that he has a lot of talent and on any given night he has every single correct move to beat me. He wouldn't be in the EPW if he wasn't talented. So, I know what is in store for me. I may not know his ring style but I know that he is going to bring all that he's got. Just like I will. Next question."
Reporter 2: " Is it true that Dan Ryan has not signed you... not even acknowledged that you are even in EPW?"
PFS: " That would be true. I signed a series of individual open single contracts when Mr. Ryan had to go back to his home in Houston as the Hurricane season came and he secured his house. I didn't do it behind his back. It was just bad timing. I'm more than ready to sit down with him and hash out a contract, a match or anything else his dirty heart desires. Let's focus on the upcoming match instead of him for now. "
Reporter 3: " I'll ask you the same question that I asked The Sergeant. If you were a fan of Pro Wrestling sitting at home, who would you pick. You or The Sergeant?"
PFS: " I'll tell you what. As much as he surprised me a little with his answer. I'm probably not going to surprise him or any of you with mine. I would pick me too. I'm not trying to be arrogant. I totally have respect for my future opponent. I just know how ready I am to step back into this ring in front of 20 to 25 thousand screaming fans. I remember the adrenaline rush it gave me to shake that first hand, sign that first autograph, to win my first match and win my first title. I feel like I do have a slight advantage over The Sergeant. But, he will have those same fans that are going to cheer for that tough, rugged, american loving roughneck instead of a flamboyant, blue chip, mat technician. I will admit that if I needed help in a dark alley or getting out of a bunker in Iraq I would call on him first. I'll promise you that this match will be better than you ever would have thought it would or could have been. You do have two guys that are ready to have one heck of a knock down drag out fight. In fact, the hype has become so high. We might be the Main Event! "
Reporter 4: "Are you..
PFS: " I'm sorry due to time constraints we are done here. Thank you for your time."
(Frankie Scott steps through the ropes, shakes a few hands and then walks away from the crowd and back into the dressing room area. )
PFS: "Ladies and Gentlemen of the press... Give a round of applause for this young man. His name is Justin Riley. He's a young man that has been training with me. He has a good future in this business!"
(The small crowd claps in gratitude as Riley steps out of the ring.)
PFS: "As you can tell the EPW management team put on a show for you for this upcoming house show. I obviously don't show up after an interview from my future opponent for no reason at all. And as there wouldn't be any conflict, I did wait until he left the building and was through with everything before I made my entrance. So, are there any questions?"
(The reporters gather their pens and pads of paper as well as recorders to get ready for the interview.)
Reporter 1: " With all that has been going on this week, do you feel that you are ready for your match with someone of the magnitude as The Sergeant?"
PFS: "Good question. And you have every right to ask it. It has been awhile that I have been able to walk into a ring other than my own and stand toe to toe with someone other than a student or wrestler of lesser talents than that of Ol' Sarge. But, this is the best that I have felt in a long time. I wouldn't have made my comeback now if I didnt think that I wasn't ready. The Sergeant is someone that I have never ever seen before and I do believe that he has a lot of talent and on any given night he has every single correct move to beat me. He wouldn't be in the EPW if he wasn't talented. So, I know what is in store for me. I may not know his ring style but I know that he is going to bring all that he's got. Just like I will. Next question."
Reporter 2: " Is it true that Dan Ryan has not signed you... not even acknowledged that you are even in EPW?"
PFS: " That would be true. I signed a series of individual open single contracts when Mr. Ryan had to go back to his home in Houston as the Hurricane season came and he secured his house. I didn't do it behind his back. It was just bad timing. I'm more than ready to sit down with him and hash out a contract, a match or anything else his dirty heart desires. Let's focus on the upcoming match instead of him for now. "
Reporter 3: " I'll ask you the same question that I asked The Sergeant. If you were a fan of Pro Wrestling sitting at home, who would you pick. You or The Sergeant?"
PFS: " I'll tell you what. As much as he surprised me a little with his answer. I'm probably not going to surprise him or any of you with mine. I would pick me too. I'm not trying to be arrogant. I totally have respect for my future opponent. I just know how ready I am to step back into this ring in front of 20 to 25 thousand screaming fans. I remember the adrenaline rush it gave me to shake that first hand, sign that first autograph, to win my first match and win my first title. I feel like I do have a slight advantage over The Sergeant. But, he will have those same fans that are going to cheer for that tough, rugged, american loving roughneck instead of a flamboyant, blue chip, mat technician. I will admit that if I needed help in a dark alley or getting out of a bunker in Iraq I would call on him first. I'll promise you that this match will be better than you ever would have thought it would or could have been. You do have two guys that are ready to have one heck of a knock down drag out fight. In fact, the hype has become so high. We might be the Main Event! "
Reporter 4: "Are you..
PFS: " I'm sorry due to time constraints we are done here. Thank you for your time."
(Frankie Scott steps through the ropes, shakes a few hands and then walks away from the crowd and back into the dressing room area. )
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