FADEIN….
FADEIN…
1845HRS
Chicago, IL
A’s Restaurant on Narragansett and Irving Park Ave. Chicago, IL. We start in the back where the cooks are at. The cameras start to walk toward the dining area as we move from booth to booth. We stop at a table where Lane stone sits. Sunglasses on top of his head. A nice grilled chicken breast in from of his face. He looks up after taking a bite and smiles.
STONE:
“Can you believe the expectation level for wrestlers these days. I mean come on. They are over rated and they ain’t doing nothing to impress anymore. They run around bumping into walls like a flock of damned lemmings. And to top off the sundae they don’t know nothing about how to make a man tap.”
“That’s why I was hired, to show some cats the ropes.”
“Some cats, like Priest. See men like Priest don’t need to have matches to prove a point. They don’t need to hop in the ring to beat ya’. They just go to the back, play scratch n’ sniff with Dan Ryan’s dick and get what they want.
“Don’t get me wrong. I’m not complaining over the fact Priest ducked me out. I am complaining that I had to waste energy in the ring with the reach around gangs height challenged friend.”
”I do recall he has a skull fracture after that shot to the head. I’m not bragging or nothing. I’m just stating a point, this Priest guy goes out of his way just to duck me and what does he get?”
“Nothing…”
“He started exactly where he left off, with an ass kicking and a maybe a black eye. Now I seemed to find myself hoping right along into the pay per view. The reason why I am going into the pay per view is because I wanted another match.”
“Well, I wanted a REAL challenge, a challenge Priest can’t provide for me. So I requested a little difficulty this week. That challenge is one of my personal favorites, Ken Cloverleaf. And tagging along to witness a real wrestling match is Steven Shane.”
“Allow me the chance to introduce myself Ken. I am Lane, I am a National Shoot fighting champion, Ken. I make people tap for a living. One Shot One Kill, Ken. That’s what I live by. You may see EPW or any wrestling corporation as the top of the peak. Well Ken, I have been at a peak higher than EPW, no offense to the company, and I am here to show some guys what it’s like to compete with the best.”
“And that is the problem with wrestling too. People already think they are the best. Well ya don’t know Jack until jack bites ya’ in the ass. People talk all this crap and don’t have the balls to back it up. Guess what…”
“I got the balls to back it up.”
“I have all the records to back it up. I’m gonna lock in the Lane to Fame and SNAP YOUR GOD DAMN NECK! Take notes it may save yourself from sitting in a wheel chair the rest of your life.”
“You wouldn’t be the first Ken I made have to eat outta feeding tube the rest of ya’ life. Trust me, you won’t be the last neither. And if I have to destroy every last bone in your body….well so be Ken.”
(He flexs his arms his biceps becoming huge)
“And this machine is gonna produce one thing….AN ASS KCIKING!”
“HELL YEAH!”
FADEOUT