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1: Lawrence Jarvis
2:UnKnow
3:unknow
What happens to you, if you let greed take you over, if you let power control., don't know? You Become a Champion!!!!
Jobber, to not win, to suck, to be a fucking loser who can’t win a match, obviously not me.
A Fluke, a stroke of luck, an accident, a coincidence, something that may never happen again. Like when I beat You for you International title, it won’t happen a second time, because I’m not going to lose it.
Lawrence Jarvis
Wow man, what the fuck are you a cripple? I mean the whole ankle thing… boo hoo. Dude, no one cares about you and all this shit you talk, you better be able to back it up in the ring you little fucking bitch. Opps, I said the ’f’ word… Sorry Jarvis, I didn’t mean to. Who the fuck do you think you are… Damn there I got saying it again. I just can’t stop myself. I beat up on dumb ass fans, yeah I do that, but who give a fu…damn.. Come on man, do you think that you can beat me, really man? I am your first competition, and there is no way in hell I’m going to lose to a fluke artist like you. I mean the only reason you are where you are is because of the lack of talent in this fed. I mean there are what, four guys that might give anyone a fight. Dylan Dunn, Bill Dynamite, you and myself. Sure, I know you have talent, but you are nothing close to me.
So, you like making up names for yourself eh? Well, you can make up all the nicknames in the world, but they mean nothing unless you prove that you deserve it. You haven’t proved anything to the fans, you haven’t proved anything to anyone in the back, and you haven’t proved anything to me. You haven’t Beat Dunn or Billy boy or me, when you do that you will have proved yourself. But there is no way you can do that. See, you may be one of the better guys up in this fed… the key word there is one. There is and are guys better then you. Your fourth on the totem-pole. I’m not saying I’m the best around because I know that Dunn has beaten me and I know that Bill and I would be one hell of a match. One this I do know is that I AM BETTER THEN YOU!
You think your simply sensational eh? Well Guess what, you have to beat the sensation before you can become sensational, and there isn’t a chance in hell that you can do that. Now you want to know how I know what a pimple on a donkeys dick looks like right? Well, I really don’t know where the hell that came from, maybe you should ask some of you friends what a pimple on a donkeys dick looks like. Or go out, to a farm, ask the farmer to see what a pimple on a donkeys dick looks like and the suck the donkeys cock, to get the feel of it. What, you said you are the big dog right? Ha you the big dog? That makes me laugh man. The only dog your close to is the ones at the pound because you sneak in there at night you… Well that fans can guess the rest.
You think your going to destroy me eh? Well, that better then what you did to win the title, the whole rape job. Okay wait, I’m getting a little carried away with all these references to raping guys and dogs and donkeys and everything so I’ll stop that. Where was I? Ah yes the title win. See, I know you won this title, and yes you have defended it 2 times but that doesn’t make you anything but a lucky champ. I mean who did you defend it against… Paul Dream and BioCyde two of the ultimate jobbers in the business. Then Jason blade last week, where you almost lost it. I mean Jason Blade is a fucking idiot and a wannabe wrestler. I mean Jesus man, I thought you were better then that. Blade would even get his ass kicked by the fucking fly. Shit there’s that ’F’ word again.
Look man, you were the champion of the month, WOW! I was the rookie of the month, and I only had one match. I think that stands for it’s self man. So, this will be a clash of the ages. The Champion vs. the rookie of the month. I see that our match is the only normal match, I would have preferred to spice it up a bit, but I guess that not going to happen. Hell I don’t care, it would have been more fun, but I don’t care. I would soon prove myself to you and the world in a normal match then a match where I can cheat, or have to climb out or climb up and get the title. I would soon prove myself as a high flying son of a bitch then have you bitch and complain that I cheated to win or I had to use weapons. You just seem to be that way, the man the bitches about everything. Well I hate tyo do this, I would love for this to last because I love trashing you. But I am sick of this shit so… I guess I will catch you one the flip side mother fucker. By the way, if I don’t see you again after this, I guess I will see your ass on Bond of Glory. Later days mother fucker.
Scene Title: IN title
Time: 11:00pm
Location:Cabin
Status: On Camera
**The scene opens, and we see an old log cabin. It's two stories tall, with huge bay windows at one end. Inside the house, music is booming, you can hear the bass from outside. Moving closer, in the driveway, you can see a Dodge Challenger parked behind a blue crotch rocket. We move up the walk way, and stop at the door. The door opens slowly, as "How I could just kill a man" by Rage Against the Machine can be heard clearly. Inside the cabin, it's smokey and dark. Moving in slowly, we enter the living room. On one wall, there's a large couch, it's big and fluffy, across from it, is a huge flat screen TV. It's showing scenes from a wrestling game. Out of the hallway walks Jimmy Stryker, with a Molson Canadian in his hand. He flops on the couch, picks up the X-Box controller, and starts to play the game. The game begins, and there's a huge white dude in the ring named "Jimmy Stryker", and a little white guy named "Kid Krazy", and the likeness is LOVELY. Jimmy, in control of “Jimmy” proceeds to beat the living shit out of the little white guy named "Kid Krazy". All the while Jimmy is laughing.
Jimmy: Like that you cock sucker… yeah like that.
** Cody enters the room and looks at the TV. He smile at it and then sits down, with a beer in one hand and a cell phone in the other.
Cody: Dude, when you’re done, it my turn.
Jimmy looking at Carson: Alright bro… just let me… Damn it!!!
** The little man nails Jimmy with a power bomb. Jimmy bangs on the buttons and quickly regains control.
Cody: Damn man… Take it easy.
Jimmy: Shut up… This is my fucking cabin.
** Cody blinks at him and then looks at the game. Cody bursts into laughs as you see Jimmy stuffing a garbage can lid up Kid Krazy’s ass.
Cody: Fucking awesome game.
** Jimmy laughs as he pulls Kid Krazy up and throws him out of the ring. Jimmy goes to the top rope and flies off. When the two collide. Te Trash can lib shoots out of Kid Krazy’s ass and hit’s a man at ringside. Cody is now doubled over laughing his ass off.
Jimmy: Damn!
** Jimmy picks up the little white guy who's name is "Kid Krazy", throws him 20 feet into the air, and when he comes back down, Jimmy lays in a kick, not just any kick either, a kick powerful enough to go right through the little white guy. The bell rings, and Jimmy is declared the "Ass Kick Champion". Jimmy sets the controller down and laughs.
Cody: Okay man… move over.
** They switch positions and Cody loads up his match. When it loads, you see a man in a white muscle shit and black jeans with a white belt. His name is "Cody Carson". In the other corner is a little pathetic looking guy, with nasty bright yellow hair, his name is "Lawrence Jarvis
".
The bell rings, and "Carson" rushes up to "Jarvis", giving him a boot to the head. This hit causes "Jarvis‘s" nose to begin to bleed. Cody laughs, and "Carson" grabs "Jarvis" by the nuts and lifts him up into the air. He holds him there, by his balls for a moment, and slams him over his head into the mat.
"Carson" turns around, and does a little dance. "Lawrence" gets to his feet, just to receive a flying lariat from "Cody Carson".
Cody: This game kicks some major ass man.
Jimmy: Fucking crazy eh?
**"Fire Water Burn" by Bloodhound Gang begins to play in the background. You can see Shane singing along, but can't really hear him. "Carson" is busy stomping on "Jarvis‘s" nuts, every time he stomps them, he says "Want some more bitch?", over and over again. Finally after the twentieth stomp, "Jarvis" says "Oh, no more, please!". "Carson" picks up "Jarvis" and jams him head first into the mat. His head breaks through, and it stuck. "Carson" bounces off the ring ropes and comes in with a baseball slide into "Jarvis’s" chest. This causes his neck to break. The game DQs "Carson‘s" for excessive violence.
Cody: That sucked… You shoved a lid up that fucks ass and I get DQed for breaking his neck…
Jimmy: You forgot to turn DQ’s off. Dumbass!
Cody: Fuck you…
Jimmy: No… you are already fucking someone in my family.
Cody: Your fucking slutty sister.
Jimmy: Yo man… Shut the fuck up about my sister.
Cody: Fine whatever.
Jimmy: Where’s Jacob?
Cody: Outside I think.
Jimmy: Lets go get him…
Cody: No…
Jimmy: Why?
Cody: I hate that fuck.
Jimmy: Well lets go do something man.
Cody: No.
Jimmy: Cool.
Cody: I’m sick of this game.
Jimmy: Me too man.
Cody: We’re out of beer.
Jimmy: You’re kidding right?
Cody: Nope.
Jimmy: Shit.
Cody: Lets go get some.
Jimmy: We’re both drunk.
Cody: So.
Jimmy: Yeah. So.
Jimmy stands up and staggers to the door Cody on the other hand looks fine as he walks to the door and out. The two get into a truck that was parked on the grass that the cameras didn’t see. Cody gets into the drivers seat and Jimmy the passenger. Cody turns the key and starts the truck. He punches the gas and sends grass and mud splattering onto the side of the cabin. The cameras fade out to black. The cameras fade back in and you see the truck pulling into the laneway behind Cody’s Blue crotch rocket. Cody gets out of the back of the truck with a pissed off look on his face. Jimmy does also. Cody has a ripped up shirt and a bite mark on his arm. His shoulder looks a little hurt as well. Jimmy has a black eye and a busted lip. His shirt is also ripped. Cody and Jimmy both have indents around their wrists. Sarah gets out of the drives side and shakes her head as she looks at Cody.
Cody: Don’t even start.
Sarah: I wasn’t the one that got into a fight with a cop and tried to run.
Jimmy: No. I got into the fight with the Cop. Cody got the dog.
Cody: Fucking mut.
Sarah: Calm down.
Cody: I got to go to the hospital.
Sarah: Then get in.
Cody: Fuck you. You stay here with him.
Sarah: I said get in.
Cody: Fine. For fuck sakes.
Sarah: You want to get that eye looked at Jimmy?
Jimmy: Sure.
** Cody runs into the house and checks his cell phone. He flips it open and you’re hear “Two missed call”. Cody checks the messages and you hear a female voice on eth other end.
Female:Umm… If this is Cody Carson…The one that’s on TV… I need to meet with you As soon as possible. Phone me back at 878 0921. Or meet me tomorrow at The Coom Stain at 5:00 pm.
Cody: Huh… Wonder who she was… sounded hot.
Cell Phone: Second Message.
** Cody raises the pone to his ear again and listens.
Woman: Cody… Its Melory. I got to talk to you. I think we can work our problems ou…
** Cody closes his Cell phone, cutting off the message.
Jimmy: Who called you?
Cody: No one important.
Jimmy: Okay… You Comin Double C?
Cody: Yeah… Be there in a minute.
** Cody stares off into space as Jimmy walks back out of his cabin.
Cody: I got a lot of shit to think about.
** Cody walks outside and sees Jimmy sitting in the back of the truck.
Cody: Jimmy, you want to sit in the front?
Jimmy: Sure, why Double C?
Cody: Because I said so. I just want to be alone… and I don’t want your sister bitchin at me.
Jimmy: Okay… I see.
Cody: Plus I got a fucking headache.
Jimmy:Ok man. I get it.
Cody: Thanks man.
** Cody jumps into the back and jimmy jumps out, getting into the passengers side. Sarah and Jimmy talk for several second and she finally gives in and puts the truck in reverse. Backing it up and out of the drive way. The cameras focus in on Cody and he looks to be in deep thought.
Cody{in his head}: Man what the fuck does Melory want? And who is this chick who fucking wants to meet me? Fuck everything happed so fast with me and Mel. First she didn’t want me to win the world title back in the RWA and then she left me because I bitched her out. I’m sick of all this shit. I just want to fucking die. Now I got a title match for the international title and its only my second match. Who give a fuck. I will give it my all. But about this chick…She better not be some bitch that wants to kill me. Fuck it… I got to clear my head. Maybe this headache will go away.
** The scene fade to black as the truck drives off.
Throw the pain, brakes bumps and hard fot battles... There is... Nothing, No one is proud, no one is happy, no one knows the hart and soul it took to get here. To them, it's just a game, But to ME!!! It's LIFE!!!!
