ILaidler
League Member
‘THE PITBULL RETURNS’
(The scene opens inside the driveway of a Mansion. Several reporters and photographers stand in the driveway. Four cars are parked on the gravel driveway - a crimson Rolls Royce, silver Porsche 911, blue AC Cobra and a mustard yellow Ferrari Maranello. It is a hot summers day and the golden sun shines down on the sand coloured brick walls of the Mansion. The Mansion is an old castle, which was built hundreds of years ago. The time has just gone five past two in the afternoon and there is not a cloud in sight. The front door opens and out of the Mansion steps a guy wearing a leather jacket, ripped jeans and leather boots. He has long black hair which is down past his shoulders. He also has a goatee beard. The reporters and photographers walk over and the reporters start asking questions. He walks over to the blue AC Cobra, without looking or making conversation with the press before he unlocks the door and jumps in. A few reporters and photographers run towards the car, knocking on the window. They shout asking questions but Pete just ignores them. He turns on the engine and accelerates away, his wheels kicking up the loose gravel as he races down the driveway. A blonde haired reporter wearing a dark blue shirt, multi-coloured tie, black dress trousers and leather shoes stands with his hands on his hips, shaking his head.)
REP1: Well (sighs) that’s my job gone!
(An old reporter without any hair, wearing a white shirt, black trousers and black shoes walks over to him.)
REP2: You’ll get fired? How come?
REP1: My boss has been really pressurising me lately. He told me this morning that if I don’t get a good interview with Hardy, he’ll put me out on my ear!
REP2: He can’t do that, surely?!
REP1: Yes he can. He’s the boss.
REP2: How long you been in the job?
REP1: How long WAS I IN the job?! Oooh, about two months.
REP2: And today was your first job?
REP1: Nope. He’s given me loads of jobs. My heart hasn’t been in it, whenever I’ve supposed to be interviewing whatever and whoever, I’ve been down the local pub, getting myself pissed, forgetting what the time is and arriving back at the offices drunk.
REP2: Well, (laughs), that’s your fault then!
REP1: Yup. I was ##### at this game anyway!
REP2: Now come on, I don’t want to hear you say that. You’re inexperienced. How old are you anyway?
REP1: Nineteen.
REP2: He shouldn’t have given you interviewing jobs. If I were your boss, I’d make you be sweeping the floor and making the tea until you were twenty-five! (laughs) That’s what my boss did with me when I was your age.
REP1: That maybe what they did in your time, but I didn’t get a chance to settle in. He gave me pressurising jobs from my first day.
REP2: You any good?
REP1: Yeah! I’m the best!
REP2: (laughs) You’re bound to say that! (laughs). What were your grades at school?
REP1: I hardly ever went!…I was only interested in English. I think I got an ‘a’ for English, ‘b’ for English literature and I think I got a ‘c plus’ for Media Studies. I think that is what I got anyway.
REP2: Those are impressive marks.
REP1: Thanks…Why you ask anyway?
REP2: I’m retiring soon from my job and I’m in the middle of negotiations over buying my own Newspaper company. Me. Be the boss.
REP1: Cool.
REP2: Yes. Very cool. (laughs) If I get my own business, how would you like a job?
REP1: EXCELLENT! Thanks a lot. Thankyou very much.
REP2: No problem. Just send me some extracts from your work and I’ll see if you’re good enough. Here.
(Just as the reporter hands over his business card, his mobile phone rings.)
REP2: Damn. That will be MY boss. Wondering how the ‘Hardy thing’ went…Yep……………….What?………….Now?!…………….Ok. I’ll be there as soon as I can. Bye.
(The reporter ends the call and puts his phone back into his pocket.)
REP2: You want a plug?
REP1: Sure.
REP2: O’Connor has been put on the transfer-list by the Blackjacks.
REP1: O’Connor?! But he is their star man!
REP2: Exactly. Cool story. Come on.
(The two reporters hurry out of the driveway and wave down a taxi. They jump into the taxi and head down the road.)
(The scene cuts to inside Hardy’s car. Ace of Spades by Motorhead is playing on the radio. He has the volume on full and is roaring down the road. He starts to sing. Out of tune. After that song finishes on comes a soppy love song.)
PH: Oh come on, give me a break! This is {BEEP}!
(He turns the radio off.)
PH: I don’t know. What on earth is the music industry coming to?! Ok. Everyone has different musical tastes, which is fine. I can take that. If someone wants to go out and buy stupid soppy filth then that is up to them, BUT, it’s when those bands get to number one. Let me think, what is she called? Oh yes, Britney Spears. Urrgghhh! I mean, how on god’s green earth can filth – music ##### but looks, looks are ok - but when Britney Spears gets number one and Motorhead, Aerosmith, or even Bon Jovi for that matter don’t. That {BEEP} me off! Bon Jovi are cool, Aerosmith are cool, but hey! Motorhead ROCK! And why does Britney Spears get number one when Motorhead don’t?! I just can’t understand it! I can’t understand it at all!
(His mobile phone begins to ring. He picks it up from the seat next to him and takes the call.)
PH: Yeah…………Oh, hi love……………..What you mean NOW?! I’m on the way to meet Mr. Merritt. I won’t be back till later. I told you…………………YES! I TOLD YOU WOMAN! Now listen – hello? Hello? (sighs.) Stupid bat!
(He throws it on the passenger seat.)
PH: I can’t understand it. I think she’s going senile. She’s only 28! But, that’s women for you eh?! But, where would we be without them? We’d have no food, clothes would go un-ironed, and just to get up from your chair walk the two steps forward to pick up the tv remote control from on the fireplace, well, that is MUCH too hassle for a man! Anyway, enough of that moaning, I have to think of meeting Mr. Merritt……..What’s his first name? Chris? No. That’s not it. Craig? Nope. Ch. Ch. Ch. CHAD! CHAD! (sigh of relief.) Don’t want to get his name wrong. Be calm. It’s all I have to be. I’m coming here to wrestle, it’s what I am good at, so hopefully, I’ll be fine.
(He turns off into a hotel car-park.)
PH: Here we are. Meeting him in a room. Well, I think, CSWA and Pitbull Pete Hardy are going to go quite well together. Just like beer and a glass!
(He pulls into a parking space and switches the engine off before stepping out of the car. He locks the car and then heads into the Hotel.)
(The scene cuts to inside the reception of the Hotel. It is decorated beautifully. Pete walks over to the reception and stands there waiting for someone to come as he cannot see a receptionist.)
PH: IS SOMEONE GOING TO GET OFF THEIR ASS AND DO SOMETHING TODAY, OR WHAT?!
(Just then, a young blond lady jumps up from behind the desk.)
RECEPTIONIST: YES?!
(Shocked, Pete jumps back.)
PH: Jesus! Didn’t know anyone was under there!
RECEPTIONIST: WHAT YOU WANT?!
PH: Some friendly receptionist YOU are!
RECPETIONIST: Listen buddy, I’m getting off my ass, just liked you asked – Now, what do you want?!
PH: Ok. Sorry. I’m due to meet a Mr. Chad Merritt. What room is he in, do you know?
RECEPTIONIST: Certainly. 537.
PH: Thanks. I apologise for before. I just feel – agitated.
RECEPTIONIST: Apology accepted. But there is no need to take it out on me, I’m only doing my job.
PH: I know. I’m sorry. What room number did you say?
RECEPTIONIST: 537.
PH: Thanks.
(Pete walks into a lift next to the reception. Once the lift’s close, he starts off on another rant.)
PH: Dumb {BEEP}! WHAT YOU WANT?! WHAT YOU WANT?! Dah! Get out of it! The F{BEEP}ING woman has an attitude problem. If I ever come to this hotel again, I’m going to need a psychologist. Not a receptionist. Geez. What makes her think she can talk to me like that? Does she know who the f{BEEP} I am? I am ‘Pitbull’ Pete Hardy. THE Hardcore Legend. If she wants to talk to anyone else like that, then fine. But she better damn watch it if she speaks to me like that again! How dare she?! Err….Is this lift actually moving?!……..Oh #####! Forgot to press the f{BEEP}ing button!
(Pete presses ‘5’ and the lift starts moving.)
PH: Hey presto. Could have been there all day!
(The lift stops at ‘1’. It is the receptionist. She walks in and stands next to Pete.)
RECEPTIONIST: Seven please.
(Pete presses ‘7’.)
PH: Shouldn’t you been downstairs?
RECEPTIONIST: Oh yeah, right. And you’re my boss now are you?!
PH: Listen I don’t like your attitude.
RECEPTIONIST: Tough s{BEEP}! Who gives a monkey-crap what you think?!
PH: You don’t.
RECEPTIONIST: ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY! (laughs). So. Why are you here to see Mr. Merritt?
PH: Go to Hell!
RECEPTIONIST: Awww come on! I’m only joking. Can grown hunky men not take a joke?!
PH: Heh.
RECEPTIONIST: So. You’re here to see Mr. Merritt. Why?
PH: He’s the owner of CSWA. You heard of CSWA?
RECEPTIONIST: The Controversial Stupid Weird Wrestling Association?!
PH: (laughs) Very good. Umm…..Nope.
RECEPTIONIST: Yes. I know, CSWA. One of the most famous wrestling Federations around.
PH: That’s right. You ever heard of ‘The Pitbull’ Pete Hardy?
RECEPTIONIST: Yeah. Couldn’t tell you what he looked like or anything, I wouldn’t recognise him in the street. My son, he used to watch this wrestling show on the tv a few years back……..Negwa? Yeah Negwa. His favourite wrestler was Pete Hardy. Kids. What are they like?!
PH: I think your kid has got good taste -
(The lift gets to ‘5’.)
PH: And he’s going to be way jealous after the guy who brought home the gold with his leash hold, sent peoples faces through mats until their asses never came back…shared a lift with his mother. See you around.
(Pete smiles at the receptionist and steps into the corridor. The receptionist gives him a cute smile as the doors close. Pete walks along the corridor and finds ‘537’. He knocks on the door. Chad Merritt’s voice can be heard from inside the room.)
CM: Come in!
(Pete walks into the hotel room and Chad is standing next to the coffee machine making coffee. Chad acknowledges Pete.)
CM: Ahhh Pete. Come in. Nice to meet you.
(Pete walks over to Chad and they shake hands.)
PH: You too, Mr Merritt.
CM: No, please. Chad.
PH: Ok then. Chad.
CM: So. Can you tell me why you think you are good enough to join CSWA?
PH: I’ve a lot of experience.
CM: Please. Sit down.
PH: I’m fine.
CM: No, no, no. I insist.
(Pete sits down on the bed.)
PH: I’ve a lot of experience, was in a few good federations before CSWA. Most notably NEGWA. I had some wonderful times there, great times. Won a few titles and just when I thought I was getting good, making a REAL name for myself, the company goes bust and I’m out of a job.
CM: And UWF?
PH: UWF was awesome. Not as good as NEGWA though, but UWF had a few stars in the Federation that are in CSWA now, I believe.
CM: Names?
PH: Lawrence Stanley and Cameron Cruise.
CM: Really? Cool.
PH: Yeah. That was very cool. They are so cool guys. So professional, great wrestlers. We formed a stable together and we were just starting to get hot and then –
CM: UWF dies too?
PH: Yeah. I hated that, I still don’t know if I HAVE got over it yet, because I thought UWF was going to be the career maker for Pete Hardy. Unfortunately, I didn’t get the chance to get where I wanted to be, ##### happens I suppose.
CM: Yeah. Tell me what is your fitness like?
PH: My fitness is fine, apart from my left knee. I had it smashed in an exhibition match last year. Unfortunately, doctors say it will never be the same again.
CM: Oh dear.
PH: I can still wrestle, but, my knee is not as strong as it used to be.
CM: Still go for treatment?
PH: Rehab finished about two months ago.
CM: Ok. What kind of wrestler do you see yourself?
PH: Errrr……..I’m a powerful technical minded wrestler. Not one of those who likes doing three hundred and sixty degree splashes of the top rope!
CM: Not with your knee.
PH: ESPECIALLY not with my knee.
CM: You mentioned before Lawrence Stanley and Cameron Cruise. Have you got plans to re-unite?
PH: I don’t know. Not to my knowledge, anyway. Being in a stable with those guys was cool, I thoroughly enjoyed it. I like the ‘I watch your back if you watch mine’ thing, and that is exactly what it was. But, I think now that I am getting older, I want to aim for the top titles on my own. A few years ago, If I was in a stable with a guy who was holding the heavyweight title, I would have been happy for him, but now, I don’t think I would be happy. I want to win the world title, and If I was in a stable with a guy who was holding that tile, it would be, dare I say, a waste of time me challenging him for it, because it wouldn’t be going anywhere!
CM: You want to go alone then?
PH: I think so. For the time being, see how it goes. Really, I guess the only stable I would think of joining would be if Lawrence Stanley and Cameron cruise were in it. I know I can trust those guys. But, I’m not going to go into another stable when I know that I cannot trust anyone else. That is the main factor for me now, I have to be able to trust someone.
CM: So, that is the main objective here for you then. Trust.
PH: Absolutely. I’m coming to the end of my end of my career now. I see CSWA as my final push for top honours and I cannot afford to get friendly with guys and then possibly get screwed and have to start right at the bottom again. I can’t afford that to happen.
CM: If I do decide to take you on, where will you hope to start? Shooting for the world title or starting from the bottom?
PH: Fighting for the World title in my first match would be great. I’d love that to happen, but I’ll do what everyone else does and start from the bottom and make my way up the ladder. I don’t believe in FAVOURITISM. God, that’s a bad word. Do you like favouritism?
CM: Me?
PH: Yeah.
CM: No. If you really impress me, then I’ll give you a shot straight away. But I’m not going to favour you over anyone else. If you don’t deserve the shot, then I won’t give you it.
PH: I understand that.
CM: Good.
(Chad looks at his watch.)
CM: Damn. Is that the time? I have to go, speak to more guys. Thanks a lot for coming, Pete. Enjoy your career.
PH: Thankyou. I won’t let you down.
CM: You better not!
(Pete and Chad walk out of the room and into the lift.)
PH: Did you see the receptionist on your way up?
CM: Did I SEE her?
PH: Yeah.
CM: (laughs) I SAW her alright. Quite a looker.
PH: She certainly is!
(The lift stops on the ground floor and they get out of the lift. Chad looks over to the receptionist and points at Pete.)
CM: Hey! Lady! He fancies you!
PH: No I don’t, YOU do!
(The receptionist blushes.)
PH: Actually Chad, I’m going to have a pint in the bar. You want to join me?
CM: Thanks man, but really, I have to go. Take care. See you soon to make you debut.
PH: Thanks. See you.
(Chad walks out of the Hotel and Pete walks over to the reception.)
PH: Hey!
RECEPTIONIST: Hey! How did it go?
PH: Cool.
RECEPTIONIST: Excellent.
PH: Listen, I’m going for a drink in the bar. Have a break. You more than welcome to join me.
RECEPTIONIST: Yeah cool.
(The receptionist steps out of the reception and leads Pete into the bar. She shouts to the barman.)
RECEPTIONIST: Johno!
JOHNO: What you’re after?
RECEPTIONIST: A bottle of the best bubbly we have!
JOHNO: Okaaaaay. I’ll put it on the table as soon as I can.
RECEPTIONIST: Noooo Johno! We want ROOM SERVICE!
(She grabs Pete’s hand and they run to the lift.)
PH: Room service? Why?
RECEPTIONIST: I can see that you fancy me!
(Pete goes shy.)
PH: Ok. Yeah. I do –
RECEPTIONIST: Why does a man want a woman?
PH: I-I-I I don’t know.
RECEPTIONIST: (whipering seductively in his ear.) SEX!
(She pushes Pete into a lift.)
(To be continued.)
FADE TO BLACK
(The scene opens inside the driveway of a Mansion. Several reporters and photographers stand in the driveway. Four cars are parked on the gravel driveway - a crimson Rolls Royce, silver Porsche 911, blue AC Cobra and a mustard yellow Ferrari Maranello. It is a hot summers day and the golden sun shines down on the sand coloured brick walls of the Mansion. The Mansion is an old castle, which was built hundreds of years ago. The time has just gone five past two in the afternoon and there is not a cloud in sight. The front door opens and out of the Mansion steps a guy wearing a leather jacket, ripped jeans and leather boots. He has long black hair which is down past his shoulders. He also has a goatee beard. The reporters and photographers walk over and the reporters start asking questions. He walks over to the blue AC Cobra, without looking or making conversation with the press before he unlocks the door and jumps in. A few reporters and photographers run towards the car, knocking on the window. They shout asking questions but Pete just ignores them. He turns on the engine and accelerates away, his wheels kicking up the loose gravel as he races down the driveway. A blonde haired reporter wearing a dark blue shirt, multi-coloured tie, black dress trousers and leather shoes stands with his hands on his hips, shaking his head.)
REP1: Well (sighs) that’s my job gone!
(An old reporter without any hair, wearing a white shirt, black trousers and black shoes walks over to him.)
REP2: You’ll get fired? How come?
REP1: My boss has been really pressurising me lately. He told me this morning that if I don’t get a good interview with Hardy, he’ll put me out on my ear!
REP2: He can’t do that, surely?!
REP1: Yes he can. He’s the boss.
REP2: How long you been in the job?
REP1: How long WAS I IN the job?! Oooh, about two months.
REP2: And today was your first job?
REP1: Nope. He’s given me loads of jobs. My heart hasn’t been in it, whenever I’ve supposed to be interviewing whatever and whoever, I’ve been down the local pub, getting myself pissed, forgetting what the time is and arriving back at the offices drunk.
REP2: Well, (laughs), that’s your fault then!
REP1: Yup. I was ##### at this game anyway!
REP2: Now come on, I don’t want to hear you say that. You’re inexperienced. How old are you anyway?
REP1: Nineteen.
REP2: He shouldn’t have given you interviewing jobs. If I were your boss, I’d make you be sweeping the floor and making the tea until you were twenty-five! (laughs) That’s what my boss did with me when I was your age.
REP1: That maybe what they did in your time, but I didn’t get a chance to settle in. He gave me pressurising jobs from my first day.
REP2: You any good?
REP1: Yeah! I’m the best!
REP2: (laughs) You’re bound to say that! (laughs). What were your grades at school?
REP1: I hardly ever went!…I was only interested in English. I think I got an ‘a’ for English, ‘b’ for English literature and I think I got a ‘c plus’ for Media Studies. I think that is what I got anyway.
REP2: Those are impressive marks.
REP1: Thanks…Why you ask anyway?
REP2: I’m retiring soon from my job and I’m in the middle of negotiations over buying my own Newspaper company. Me. Be the boss.
REP1: Cool.
REP2: Yes. Very cool. (laughs) If I get my own business, how would you like a job?
REP1: EXCELLENT! Thanks a lot. Thankyou very much.
REP2: No problem. Just send me some extracts from your work and I’ll see if you’re good enough. Here.
(Just as the reporter hands over his business card, his mobile phone rings.)
REP2: Damn. That will be MY boss. Wondering how the ‘Hardy thing’ went…Yep……………….What?………….Now?!…………….Ok. I’ll be there as soon as I can. Bye.
(The reporter ends the call and puts his phone back into his pocket.)
REP2: You want a plug?
REP1: Sure.
REP2: O’Connor has been put on the transfer-list by the Blackjacks.
REP1: O’Connor?! But he is their star man!
REP2: Exactly. Cool story. Come on.
(The two reporters hurry out of the driveway and wave down a taxi. They jump into the taxi and head down the road.)
(The scene cuts to inside Hardy’s car. Ace of Spades by Motorhead is playing on the radio. He has the volume on full and is roaring down the road. He starts to sing. Out of tune. After that song finishes on comes a soppy love song.)
PH: Oh come on, give me a break! This is {BEEP}!
(He turns the radio off.)
PH: I don’t know. What on earth is the music industry coming to?! Ok. Everyone has different musical tastes, which is fine. I can take that. If someone wants to go out and buy stupid soppy filth then that is up to them, BUT, it’s when those bands get to number one. Let me think, what is she called? Oh yes, Britney Spears. Urrgghhh! I mean, how on god’s green earth can filth – music ##### but looks, looks are ok - but when Britney Spears gets number one and Motorhead, Aerosmith, or even Bon Jovi for that matter don’t. That {BEEP} me off! Bon Jovi are cool, Aerosmith are cool, but hey! Motorhead ROCK! And why does Britney Spears get number one when Motorhead don’t?! I just can’t understand it! I can’t understand it at all!
(His mobile phone begins to ring. He picks it up from the seat next to him and takes the call.)
PH: Yeah…………Oh, hi love……………..What you mean NOW?! I’m on the way to meet Mr. Merritt. I won’t be back till later. I told you…………………YES! I TOLD YOU WOMAN! Now listen – hello? Hello? (sighs.) Stupid bat!
(He throws it on the passenger seat.)
PH: I can’t understand it. I think she’s going senile. She’s only 28! But, that’s women for you eh?! But, where would we be without them? We’d have no food, clothes would go un-ironed, and just to get up from your chair walk the two steps forward to pick up the tv remote control from on the fireplace, well, that is MUCH too hassle for a man! Anyway, enough of that moaning, I have to think of meeting Mr. Merritt……..What’s his first name? Chris? No. That’s not it. Craig? Nope. Ch. Ch. Ch. CHAD! CHAD! (sigh of relief.) Don’t want to get his name wrong. Be calm. It’s all I have to be. I’m coming here to wrestle, it’s what I am good at, so hopefully, I’ll be fine.
(He turns off into a hotel car-park.)
PH: Here we are. Meeting him in a room. Well, I think, CSWA and Pitbull Pete Hardy are going to go quite well together. Just like beer and a glass!
(He pulls into a parking space and switches the engine off before stepping out of the car. He locks the car and then heads into the Hotel.)
(The scene cuts to inside the reception of the Hotel. It is decorated beautifully. Pete walks over to the reception and stands there waiting for someone to come as he cannot see a receptionist.)
PH: IS SOMEONE GOING TO GET OFF THEIR ASS AND DO SOMETHING TODAY, OR WHAT?!
(Just then, a young blond lady jumps up from behind the desk.)
RECEPTIONIST: YES?!
(Shocked, Pete jumps back.)
PH: Jesus! Didn’t know anyone was under there!
RECEPTIONIST: WHAT YOU WANT?!
PH: Some friendly receptionist YOU are!
RECPETIONIST: Listen buddy, I’m getting off my ass, just liked you asked – Now, what do you want?!
PH: Ok. Sorry. I’m due to meet a Mr. Chad Merritt. What room is he in, do you know?
RECEPTIONIST: Certainly. 537.
PH: Thanks. I apologise for before. I just feel – agitated.
RECEPTIONIST: Apology accepted. But there is no need to take it out on me, I’m only doing my job.
PH: I know. I’m sorry. What room number did you say?
RECEPTIONIST: 537.
PH: Thanks.
(Pete walks into a lift next to the reception. Once the lift’s close, he starts off on another rant.)
PH: Dumb {BEEP}! WHAT YOU WANT?! WHAT YOU WANT?! Dah! Get out of it! The F{BEEP}ING woman has an attitude problem. If I ever come to this hotel again, I’m going to need a psychologist. Not a receptionist. Geez. What makes her think she can talk to me like that? Does she know who the f{BEEP} I am? I am ‘Pitbull’ Pete Hardy. THE Hardcore Legend. If she wants to talk to anyone else like that, then fine. But she better damn watch it if she speaks to me like that again! How dare she?! Err….Is this lift actually moving?!……..Oh #####! Forgot to press the f{BEEP}ing button!
(Pete presses ‘5’ and the lift starts moving.)
PH: Hey presto. Could have been there all day!
(The lift stops at ‘1’. It is the receptionist. She walks in and stands next to Pete.)
RECEPTIONIST: Seven please.
(Pete presses ‘7’.)
PH: Shouldn’t you been downstairs?
RECEPTIONIST: Oh yeah, right. And you’re my boss now are you?!
PH: Listen I don’t like your attitude.
RECEPTIONIST: Tough s{BEEP}! Who gives a monkey-crap what you think?!
PH: You don’t.
RECEPTIONIST: ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY! (laughs). So. Why are you here to see Mr. Merritt?
PH: Go to Hell!
RECEPTIONIST: Awww come on! I’m only joking. Can grown hunky men not take a joke?!
PH: Heh.
RECEPTIONIST: So. You’re here to see Mr. Merritt. Why?
PH: He’s the owner of CSWA. You heard of CSWA?
RECEPTIONIST: The Controversial Stupid Weird Wrestling Association?!
PH: (laughs) Very good. Umm…..Nope.
RECEPTIONIST: Yes. I know, CSWA. One of the most famous wrestling Federations around.
PH: That’s right. You ever heard of ‘The Pitbull’ Pete Hardy?
RECEPTIONIST: Yeah. Couldn’t tell you what he looked like or anything, I wouldn’t recognise him in the street. My son, he used to watch this wrestling show on the tv a few years back……..Negwa? Yeah Negwa. His favourite wrestler was Pete Hardy. Kids. What are they like?!
PH: I think your kid has got good taste -
(The lift gets to ‘5’.)
PH: And he’s going to be way jealous after the guy who brought home the gold with his leash hold, sent peoples faces through mats until their asses never came back…shared a lift with his mother. See you around.
(Pete smiles at the receptionist and steps into the corridor. The receptionist gives him a cute smile as the doors close. Pete walks along the corridor and finds ‘537’. He knocks on the door. Chad Merritt’s voice can be heard from inside the room.)
CM: Come in!
(Pete walks into the hotel room and Chad is standing next to the coffee machine making coffee. Chad acknowledges Pete.)
CM: Ahhh Pete. Come in. Nice to meet you.
(Pete walks over to Chad and they shake hands.)
PH: You too, Mr Merritt.
CM: No, please. Chad.
PH: Ok then. Chad.
CM: So. Can you tell me why you think you are good enough to join CSWA?
PH: I’ve a lot of experience.
CM: Please. Sit down.
PH: I’m fine.
CM: No, no, no. I insist.
(Pete sits down on the bed.)
PH: I’ve a lot of experience, was in a few good federations before CSWA. Most notably NEGWA. I had some wonderful times there, great times. Won a few titles and just when I thought I was getting good, making a REAL name for myself, the company goes bust and I’m out of a job.
CM: And UWF?
PH: UWF was awesome. Not as good as NEGWA though, but UWF had a few stars in the Federation that are in CSWA now, I believe.
CM: Names?
PH: Lawrence Stanley and Cameron Cruise.
CM: Really? Cool.
PH: Yeah. That was very cool. They are so cool guys. So professional, great wrestlers. We formed a stable together and we were just starting to get hot and then –
CM: UWF dies too?
PH: Yeah. I hated that, I still don’t know if I HAVE got over it yet, because I thought UWF was going to be the career maker for Pete Hardy. Unfortunately, I didn’t get the chance to get where I wanted to be, ##### happens I suppose.
CM: Yeah. Tell me what is your fitness like?
PH: My fitness is fine, apart from my left knee. I had it smashed in an exhibition match last year. Unfortunately, doctors say it will never be the same again.
CM: Oh dear.
PH: I can still wrestle, but, my knee is not as strong as it used to be.
CM: Still go for treatment?
PH: Rehab finished about two months ago.
CM: Ok. What kind of wrestler do you see yourself?
PH: Errrr……..I’m a powerful technical minded wrestler. Not one of those who likes doing three hundred and sixty degree splashes of the top rope!
CM: Not with your knee.
PH: ESPECIALLY not with my knee.
CM: You mentioned before Lawrence Stanley and Cameron Cruise. Have you got plans to re-unite?
PH: I don’t know. Not to my knowledge, anyway. Being in a stable with those guys was cool, I thoroughly enjoyed it. I like the ‘I watch your back if you watch mine’ thing, and that is exactly what it was. But, I think now that I am getting older, I want to aim for the top titles on my own. A few years ago, If I was in a stable with a guy who was holding the heavyweight title, I would have been happy for him, but now, I don’t think I would be happy. I want to win the world title, and If I was in a stable with a guy who was holding that tile, it would be, dare I say, a waste of time me challenging him for it, because it wouldn’t be going anywhere!
CM: You want to go alone then?
PH: I think so. For the time being, see how it goes. Really, I guess the only stable I would think of joining would be if Lawrence Stanley and Cameron cruise were in it. I know I can trust those guys. But, I’m not going to go into another stable when I know that I cannot trust anyone else. That is the main factor for me now, I have to be able to trust someone.
CM: So, that is the main objective here for you then. Trust.
PH: Absolutely. I’m coming to the end of my end of my career now. I see CSWA as my final push for top honours and I cannot afford to get friendly with guys and then possibly get screwed and have to start right at the bottom again. I can’t afford that to happen.
CM: If I do decide to take you on, where will you hope to start? Shooting for the world title or starting from the bottom?
PH: Fighting for the World title in my first match would be great. I’d love that to happen, but I’ll do what everyone else does and start from the bottom and make my way up the ladder. I don’t believe in FAVOURITISM. God, that’s a bad word. Do you like favouritism?
CM: Me?
PH: Yeah.
CM: No. If you really impress me, then I’ll give you a shot straight away. But I’m not going to favour you over anyone else. If you don’t deserve the shot, then I won’t give you it.
PH: I understand that.
CM: Good.
(Chad looks at his watch.)
CM: Damn. Is that the time? I have to go, speak to more guys. Thanks a lot for coming, Pete. Enjoy your career.
PH: Thankyou. I won’t let you down.
CM: You better not!
(Pete and Chad walk out of the room and into the lift.)
PH: Did you see the receptionist on your way up?
CM: Did I SEE her?
PH: Yeah.
CM: (laughs) I SAW her alright. Quite a looker.
PH: She certainly is!
(The lift stops on the ground floor and they get out of the lift. Chad looks over to the receptionist and points at Pete.)
CM: Hey! Lady! He fancies you!
PH: No I don’t, YOU do!
(The receptionist blushes.)
PH: Actually Chad, I’m going to have a pint in the bar. You want to join me?
CM: Thanks man, but really, I have to go. Take care. See you soon to make you debut.
PH: Thanks. See you.
(Chad walks out of the Hotel and Pete walks over to the reception.)
PH: Hey!
RECEPTIONIST: Hey! How did it go?
PH: Cool.
RECEPTIONIST: Excellent.
PH: Listen, I’m going for a drink in the bar. Have a break. You more than welcome to join me.
RECEPTIONIST: Yeah cool.
(The receptionist steps out of the reception and leads Pete into the bar. She shouts to the barman.)
RECEPTIONIST: Johno!
JOHNO: What you’re after?
RECEPTIONIST: A bottle of the best bubbly we have!
JOHNO: Okaaaaay. I’ll put it on the table as soon as I can.
RECEPTIONIST: Noooo Johno! We want ROOM SERVICE!
(She grabs Pete’s hand and they run to the lift.)
PH: Room service? Why?
RECEPTIONIST: I can see that you fancy me!
(Pete goes shy.)
PH: Ok. Yeah. I do –
RECEPTIONIST: Why does a man want a woman?
PH: I-I-I I don’t know.
RECEPTIONIST: (whipering seductively in his ear.) SEX!
(She pushes Pete into a lift.)
(To be continued.)
FADE TO BLACK