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| First, I wanna say that Tom Toft is The Volunteer's real name. And his trainers name is Paul Bloomfield. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [Taped Earlier Today] The scene opens at a deserted gym. Thick dust swarms in the room like a brown haze, wandering in space. There are a few weight benches off to the side, and a pile of misplaced weights stacked in the far left corner. Along the walls there are various pieces of equipment such as exercise bikes, treadmills, weight machines, and other stuff. In the middle of the room there's a wrestling ring. It is cheaply made, and the banner along the side reads "Training Camp". The ropes are bright yellow and purple, not exactly the idea colors for a place of destruction. On the left there's a shut down juice bar, still equipped with glasses and cups. All of the sudden, the door behind the ring swings open. A loud crash can be heard as it smashes against the wall, sending a cloud of dust into the air. A manager steps through the door. He is carrying a black duffel bag, and a bottle of imported spring water. He walks to a near by weight bench and sets his belongings on it, after which he glances at his watch. Paul: It's almost 6am. I better hurry up stairs and wake Tom up. Paul trots out of the room and turns right. He goes up 2 flights of stairs, and opens a door on the left. On the inside we see a luxury suite. Tom is lying in the bed. Paul: Wake up. Tom: Hmmm.... It's too early. Paul: It's never too early to train. Tom: Train for what? Paul: Your match Tuesday, you're fighting Billy Boltz. Tom: Just let me get 2 or 3 more of sleep. Paul: Minutes? Tom: No.. Paul: Hours? Tom: No... days... Paul: Come on. You don't want to lose your match do you? Tom: No, but I want to sleep til' then. Just leave. Paul: Ok, I'm going. Paul stomps on the ground, holding his face so he won't laugh. He slams the door, and stands in the corner. Tom: I can't believe the nerve of that guy. He just... tries to make me get up. Ha. He ought to know a wrestler can't function without sleep. The smirk on Paul's face grows, and he yells, as if to warn The Volunteer. Paul starts running, and dives onto Tom. Tom: Owwww....... As Tom's scream ends, the scene fades to black. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ The scene re-opens at the gym downstairs. It is empty, but not for long. The door bursts open and Paul storms through. A few sparring partners enter behind him, and at the end of the group trails Tom Toft, The Volunteer. They all walk to a row of seats on the other side. Everyone sits down except Paul, who proudly stands in front of the group. He looks through a stack of papers, carefully examining each one. Once he's done, he looks at the group of wrestlers. Paul: You're all here to help this idiot, Tom train for his match Sunday. Tom: If I'm an idiot, than you're a... you're a... you're an idiot's trainer! Paul: You never fail to amaze me. Well, let's get started. We don't want to waste any of Mr. Perfect's time. Tom: I am perfect aren't I!? Mgr.: I was talking about me doofus, but you can be anything you want to be I guess. Paul points to a wrestler. Paul: You. Get in the ring. You go to Tom. Tom: How about I just watch. Paul: Do you wanna lose? Tom: No, not really. Paul: Well get in the ring. The 2 wrestlers climb into the ring, and circle each other. Paul: Ok, this is a shoot. No wrestling, just try and knock the other wrestler out. Tom: Are you sure? I don't wanna hurt him. Sparring Partner: Come on pansy boy. I want to school you and show everyone here who should really be in the TWW. Tom: Cocky aren't we? Well take this! Tom puts his sparring partner in a headlock. The SP reverses it with a northern lights suplex. Tom: Oh... my back. The SP lets go of the move and pulls Tom up. SP: Are you oka... Tom hooks him from behind and drives him into the mat with an inverted death valley driver... the sack. Tom: Ha ha! You fell for it. What an idiot. Tom slides under the bottom rope and pulls a steel chair out from under the ring. He throws it in the ring and slides in right behind it. Once inside the ring he lifts the chair above his head and stands over a semi-conscious Sparring Partner. The SP covers his face with his arms and curls up in a little ball. SP: Please don't hurt me... Tom sits the hair on the ground facing the crowd of wrestlers, and sits down in it. He crosses his arms, as his last sparring partner squirms out of the ring and leaves cussing Tom softly so no one can hear. Tom: Who's next? One of the other SPs rolls under the bottom rope. Before he can make it to his feet he is pummelled by Tom's odd chair, which is painted orange. After Tom knocks his sparring partner unconscious, he climbs to the top rope. Tom: And here's the finisher!! Before Tom can jump, Paul shakes the ropes sending Tom balls first into the top turnbuckle. Paul: Just evened the score... heh heh heh.... Tom falls to the ground in agony. Tom: Why did you do that? Paul: Well, you'll be facing Billy Boltz Tuesday... anything can and will happen. Tom: I don't think that my own trainer is going to shake the ropes causing me to fall into one of the most painful positions there is. An evil smile appears on Paul's face. Paul: You don't know me very well do you? Paul signals another sparring partner to enter the ring. He rolls the last one out, and begins to kick Tom. Tom struggles to block the kicks, but his attempts are unsuccessful. A barrage of strong side kicks continue to subdue him. Tom: I'm getting tired of this. In a desperate attempt to escape, Tom catches a kick and trips the sparring partner. Tom: Who's the best now? Tom locks on a camel clutch, and the sparring partner taps in seconds. Tom: Who's the best? Huh? Who just made you give? Paul: That's enough Tom. Tom: But you said this is a shoot. Where I come from shoots never end. Tom reluctantly breaks the hold and rolls the SP out of the ring. Tom: Who's next? Tom grabs his chair. Tom: I can take all of ya. Paul: Let's see you try. All of the sparring partners rush the ring, each receiving a hard chair shot to the head for their attempts. One or two hit Tom, but it hardly phases him and he continues his psychotic fit of rage, taking out every innocent by-standard that wants to get in his way. Tom: Any more? Tom stands focused over 5 fallen victims, ready to take on more. Paul sneaks up behind and hits Tom with a chair of his own. Tom falls, holding his head as Paul laughs at his fallen prodigy. Paul: Not as good as you thought you were are you? Heh he heh... Tom: Did I do good? Can we go get something to eat now? Paul: Well, practicing taking out your opponents with a chair doesn't help much. Tom: Well, if it turns hardcore I'll be ready. Paul: Not really. Your chair shots were off by several inches, and all of these men could get up any time they wanted. Tom: I'll win... you'll see. Paul: The only thing I see is a chair slingin' idiot that's gonna get his [bleep] kicked by a superstar in the TWW. Tom: This wrestler hasn't ever seen talent like mine, and won't know how to handle it when he does. Paul: We better go eat. Tom: Good. The 2 men walk out the door as the scene fades to black. |
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