It had been over two years since Reese Benson competed in a professional wrestling ring. After years of sacrifice, Reese Benson had finally made his way to the big leagues: the American Wrestling Association. Everything was exciting for Reese, the loses as well as the wins. He enjoyed it all: the glory, the feuds, the falls, the injuries. Reese could still remember his tenor in the AWA. He was X Division Champion, had a beautiful girlfriend in Natalie Augustson, and was teamed up with best friend Zeek Williams. Everything seemed perfect on the outside. The fans of the AWA thinking Reese was one of the brightest young stars in the company. But they had no idea of the turmoil that went on behind the scenes. Reese was stuck between a rock and a hard place. On the one hand he loved being in the AWA, he loved being a professional wrestler making all that money. But on the other hand AWA Owner, Jayson Carter, took every possibility he could to screw over Zeek Williams. Reese knew he had to remain loyal to his best friend but at the same time he knew an opportunity like this may never come again. Especially if Reese’s reputation took a hit and he was labeled a locker room disturbance like Zeek had. But Reese didn’t have long to think about it and in all honesty his problem solved itself. Williams was fired from the AWA after breaking Jayson Carter’s jaw and soon after that the AWA closed its doors. It didn’t bother Reese too much seeing as how he was burnt out from all the emotional things that took their toll on him behind the scenes. Reese stepped back from professional wrestling and focused on his music. He had received invitations and contracts worth millions from other promotions but the passion to wrestle just wasn’t there anymore. Reese returned to Boston and continued playing his band, Last In Line. It wasn’t until recently that Reese even considered coming back to professional wrestling. He had received a phone call from former AWA Diva and former girlfriend of Zeek Williams, Savannah Richards. Savannah informed him that he was now in the front office of a new promotion and that they had signed Zeek Williams. It had been almost a month since the last time Reese had talked to Zeek. And it wasn’t until Reese had received a phone call from Zeek Williams that his decision to return to the squared circle was official. Now Reese finds himself the newest member of Dynasty Wrestling with a whole new chance to prove himself as one of the elite. And it helps that a lot of the names on the roster are guys Reese has already beaten…

Static…

Fade…

As the DW cameras come to life our scene opens in a large studio in Los Angeles, California. The far wall is covered by a large green screen. There is a wrestling ring set up just in front of that. In front of that sits a large crane with a video camera at the end of it. Sitting on the chair in the chair is a man wearing a red trucker hat, white T-shirt, and black denim jeans. There are several more people holding video cameras on their shoulders all of them aiming at the ring. There are dozens more people walking around, talking on cell phones and carrying cups of coffee. The DW Cameraman moves closer to the action and we see former AWA Superstar, Reese Benson standing in the center of the ring with another man. Reese wears a black T-shirt that reads “Dying To Live,” baggy dark blue denim jeans, a studded leather belt with a large silver belt buckle shaped as a pistol. The cameraman moves closer still listening in on the conversation between Reese and the man.

Director “Okay, so it’s pretty simple Reese. You just say you’re line, then we’re going to have Larry attack you, you beat him, lay him out, and then we’ll call cut. Then we’ll have you go up to the top rope. You’ll look at the camera say you’re next line and then do what you do and that’s a wrap. Any questions?”

Reese Benson “So when I’m on the top do I say the line and then jump? Or say the line, you call cut, then I jump?”

Director “No, you say the line and you jump. We’ll have one camera with a close up for the line, and several more will capture the flight through the air.”

Reese Benson “Alright, let’s do it.”

The man, now assumed to be the director, slaps his hands together and then points at Reese with both index fingers a huge smile on his face.

Director “Let’s do it!”

The man immediately turns around walking towards the ropes. Reese narrows his eyes staring at the man like he’s crazy as he climbs out of the ring. A young woman climbs onto the apron of the ring and hands Reese a small black cell phone. Reese stands in the ring and inhales deeply before exhaling and an arrogant smirk forms on his lips.

Director “Quiet on the set! …Annnnd… ACTION!”

Back in the ring Reese speaks to their cameras.

Reese Benson “Being on the road everyday makes it impossible to stay up to date with my favorite sports teams.”

Reese holds up the phone.

Reese Benson “That’s why I switched to Verizon. With Verizon I’m never more than a couple clicks away from finding any score throughout the league. You can even have Verizon send you text alerts when your team has scored.”

There is a pause for just a second and then Reese looks down at the phone and pretends to push a button. He looks back up at the cameras.

Reese Benson “Hang on, the Red Sox beat the Indians. I got to call Zeek.”

Suddenly a large man wearing white and red wrestling tights with a white and red luchadore mask appears in the ring behind Reese. Reese turns around and the man punches him hard in the head and then whips him into the ropes. On the rebound the man attempts to lift Reese into the air for a press slam but slips and Reese lands awkwardly on his shoulder. The director jumps up from the his chair and the man in the ring backs away in surprised and guilt.

Director “CUT!”

The director rushes to the ring and grabs hold of the ropes looking through them into the ring at Reese.

Director “Reese you okay buddy?”

Reese begins stirring a little.

Reese Benson “Yeah I’m good.”

Reese pushes himself up to his feet and pushes his chest out a little, pain on his face. He begins circling his arm, rotating the shoulder that he landed on. Outside the ring the director slaps his hands together again and then points to Reese.

Director “Okay the star’s good. One more time.”

Inside the ring Reese begins shaking his head.

Reese Benson “No, no more times. I’m done. I’m out of here.”

Reese moves to the ring ropes and climbs through them exiting the ring. The director jumps in front of him, stopping him from walking off. He puts his hands up as if to shield himself from Benson.

Director “What are talking about? You nailed the first lines. We’ll just take it from the fight and be done with this thing.”

Reese shakes his head slowly.

Reese Benson “No I’m done. I quit.”

The director laughs seeming uncomfortable.

Director “Reese…”

Reese Benson “Don’t you Reese me, numb nuts. I told you to hire a damn professional. You know how many guys there are in this world working for forty bucks a night that pull that move off night in and night out. And you’re paying that retard three hundred bucks to do what? Break my damn shoulder? Fuck that, I’m out of here.”

Reese steps past the director purposefully bumping shoulders with him, rocking the director backwards. Reese moves through the studio towards the back and the exit. He pushes his way through the exit doors and steps out onto a lot lined with dozens more film studios. Standing just a few feet away is DW Director of Authority, Savannah Richards. Savannah wears a black blouse, a black skirt, high heels and wears big, dark sunglasses. Her cell phone, as usual, is pressed to her ear. Savannah sees Reese and says something into the phone hanging it up quickly and smiling to Reese. Reese shakes his head slowly stopping to look into Savannah’s face.

Reese Benson “I hate you.”

Savannah Richards “Fair enough. How’d it go?”

At this point Reese has already begun walking away. He stops suddenly and turns to look at Savannah.

Reese Benson “The fucking actor they hired almost broke my goddamn arm.”

Savannah’s mouth drops open a little bit in surprise.

Savannah Richards “Wait… what?”

Reese nods his head.

Reese Benson “Yeah. Trying to do a damn body press. He slipped and I landed on my damn shoulder.”

Savannah Richards “You alright? You going to be able to wrestle Sunday?”

Reese nods his head.

Reese Benson “Yeah, I’m good. I’m still going to be able to whoop Wayne Chaos’ ass. Had to quick that shit though before that idiot accidentally put me on the shelf. I swear Chaos must’ve hired him to come in here and injure my shoulder.”

Savannah smiles.

Savannah Richards “Well I’m sorry Reese. This was my idea. I just figured since you had been gone so long with we got your face out there again it would generate hype not only for you but Dynasty Wrestling as well.”

Reese shakes his head slowly with a smirk on his face.

Reese Benson “Always about business aren’t you Savannah?”

Savannah smirks and shrugs her shoulders slightly. With that the scene slowly begins to fade.

Fade…

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