Post by prozac on Mar 7, 2007 21:08:53 GMT -5
The scene opens on a car, a dark blue 1986 Toyota Supra the winter still painting the surrounding land white. In the car we see Prozac in the driver’s seat. He looks different somehow more mature in a lack of a better word. Maybe he’s finally going to act like the champion he is, no more games, no more joking around or maybe he just has gas who knows. Anyway seated next to him is his brother from a different mother Ritalin who is just sitting in his seat twiddling his thumbs.
They have received a phone call the day before from a gym. The gym owner asked The Meds if they could come in and do him a favor. His students were lazy and they were taken everything for granted. He really wanted to train guys who would work to get things they want. He asked the Meds to come in and talk to the guys but to be a bit brutal with them as he has tried being nice and it didn’t work. So to make a long story short the agreed and they are now on there way to the gym.
A little while later they pull in to the gym parking lot which is in a kind of bad neighborhood. They park in the first empty spot. They get out the car and head for the entrance of a half warn out building. In side is the same as the outside half warn down. All the “wrestlers” and I use that word loosely give dirty looks at the tag team as they walk threw this smoke filled and bad smelling gym. The “wrestlers” were smoking other drinking beer and some doing both. The Meds walk to the ring which is nothing more than some plywood with old bed sheets stabled to it lifted up in the air by some 2x4’s and some “ropes” hung up around it to form a ring. They enter the ring as all the “wrestlers gather around it. Prozac in blue jeans and a blue dress shirt is clearly overdressed for this. Some comments were made “look at these two real stars” and “bunch of pretty boys” and other comments like that were being thrown.
Prozac:
Well I take a look at you all and I can say this. I haven’t seen so many damn disgusting bastards in one place at one time in my whole life! I have 50 bucks that says everyone in this room is either related to one another or has some kind of disease.
The crowd starts to bark out rude comments mainly ones that involve killing The Meds
Prozac:
So this is the new breed of wrestling. These are the future stars of wrestling.
Prozac looks at Ritalin who just shrugs his shoulders. Prozac takes the Xtream title from his shoulder and holds it above his head.
Prozac:
You see this losers! This is what a real title looks like. Not some workout belt with a trash can lid on it.
Some overweight guy throws his beer bottle at Prozac which misses by a mile. Prozac and Ritalin’s heads turns and followers the bottle as it breaks on the floor on the other side of the ring.
Ritalin:
You almost hit him I swear.
Prozac:
God I hope your finisher isn’t throwing bottles at your opponent.
The yelling from the crowd is still going non stop.
Ritalin:
You can all sit here thinking that at some point soon the suits from TV land will walk in here, flash some cash and you will be on TV well let me to be the first to say that it will never happen!
Prozac:
When we were in training we worked out asses off and then we went out and didn’t rest till we got signed. And once we were given a chance we worked our asses off even more. We are still working the hardest we can and we aren’t going to stop that. I had nothing before I got in to the big leagues. Once I made it there I earned everything I got. My title, respect, friends, money!
The crowd is still talking but there volume dropped.
Prozac:
Now I bet we were expected to stay longer but we have to go work again to keep what we have earned. Now you all have a fantastic day and don’t hurt yourselves by thinking about your lives.
Prozac and Ritalin step out of the ring. Most of the chatter has died down as they walk out of the building with all eyes following them.
Scene fades
They have received a phone call the day before from a gym. The gym owner asked The Meds if they could come in and do him a favor. His students were lazy and they were taken everything for granted. He really wanted to train guys who would work to get things they want. He asked the Meds to come in and talk to the guys but to be a bit brutal with them as he has tried being nice and it didn’t work. So to make a long story short the agreed and they are now on there way to the gym.
A little while later they pull in to the gym parking lot which is in a kind of bad neighborhood. They park in the first empty spot. They get out the car and head for the entrance of a half warn out building. In side is the same as the outside half warn down. All the “wrestlers” and I use that word loosely give dirty looks at the tag team as they walk threw this smoke filled and bad smelling gym. The “wrestlers” were smoking other drinking beer and some doing both. The Meds walk to the ring which is nothing more than some plywood with old bed sheets stabled to it lifted up in the air by some 2x4’s and some “ropes” hung up around it to form a ring. They enter the ring as all the “wrestlers gather around it. Prozac in blue jeans and a blue dress shirt is clearly overdressed for this. Some comments were made “look at these two real stars” and “bunch of pretty boys” and other comments like that were being thrown.
Prozac:
Well I take a look at you all and I can say this. I haven’t seen so many damn disgusting bastards in one place at one time in my whole life! I have 50 bucks that says everyone in this room is either related to one another or has some kind of disease.
The crowd starts to bark out rude comments mainly ones that involve killing The Meds
Prozac:
So this is the new breed of wrestling. These are the future stars of wrestling.
Prozac looks at Ritalin who just shrugs his shoulders. Prozac takes the Xtream title from his shoulder and holds it above his head.
Prozac:
You see this losers! This is what a real title looks like. Not some workout belt with a trash can lid on it.
Some overweight guy throws his beer bottle at Prozac which misses by a mile. Prozac and Ritalin’s heads turns and followers the bottle as it breaks on the floor on the other side of the ring.
Ritalin:
You almost hit him I swear.
Prozac:
God I hope your finisher isn’t throwing bottles at your opponent.
The yelling from the crowd is still going non stop.
Ritalin:
You can all sit here thinking that at some point soon the suits from TV land will walk in here, flash some cash and you will be on TV well let me to be the first to say that it will never happen!
Prozac:
When we were in training we worked out asses off and then we went out and didn’t rest till we got signed. And once we were given a chance we worked our asses off even more. We are still working the hardest we can and we aren’t going to stop that. I had nothing before I got in to the big leagues. Once I made it there I earned everything I got. My title, respect, friends, money!
The crowd is still talking but there volume dropped.
Prozac:
Now I bet we were expected to stay longer but we have to go work again to keep what we have earned. Now you all have a fantastic day and don’t hurt yourselves by thinking about your lives.
Prozac and Ritalin step out of the ring. Most of the chatter has died down as they walk out of the building with all eyes following them.
Scene fades