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SCENE #1
Man:
I'm here to see Dusty..
Bald Guy:
oh yes, he's been expecting you.
The bald man walks off as the man
puts down his umbrella and walks on into the building. He walks down a dark and
gritty hallway before getting to a door which reads, 'Private room - staff only'
. The bald guy knocks and then enters the room as does the other man. The room
is no different as it's wallpaper is practically peeling off the wall and the
carpets piled with dust. Sitting at a desk is a very skinny and pale man with a
cigar in his hand, known to many as Dusty Malone..
Dusty Malone:
Well Mr Sapolski, we meet
again.
The man now known as Mr Sapolski
looks a little glum as he takes a seat opposite Dusty. Dusty offers him a cigar
to which he refuses.
Mr Sapolski:
You know why I am here.
Dusty Malone:
Indeed I do, You want a
favour of me, yes?
Mr Sapolski:
That is correct. I have this friend
you see, goes by the name of Gaz Black, I'm sure you know of his past. He's been
clean now for a good few months and I would appreciate if he stayed that way. In
order to do so he needs to be pre-occupied..
Dusty Malone:
So, what?, you want me to give him a job?
Mr Sapolski:
Not exactly, well, sort of. I heard
you were pretty in with the guys down at PCW. As you may know, he's a wrestler,
maybe they can give him a spot on their roster?
Dusty Malone:
That is a pretty big favour to ask of Sapolski, but I do owe you one. I'll get
on the phone to them A.S.A.P..
Dusty picks up the phone and dials
the number. It rings for a few seconds before a voice is heard on the other
line.
Dusty Malone:
Hello?.. Walker?.. How's it going?... Great, listen I need a favour. Yeah.. I
got a friend here who needs a favour. He's got a friend, Gaz Black his name is..
He's a wrestler and well, needs a job.. Don't suppose you could help a guy
out?.. oh, yeah?, great!.. Thanks. Yeah, you too.. see ya.
Dusty hangs up the phone and looks
at Mr Sapolski with a disappointed look on his face. Sapolski sighs and gets up
from his chair..
Mr Sapolski:
Well, Thanks anyway.
Dusty Malone:
Why you looking so sad?, your man
got the gig. Just call the PCW Headquarters and they'll sort you out with a
contract.
Mr Sapolski:
Great!, Thanks for the help Dusty.
Dusty Malone:
Anything for an old friend.
Mr Sapolski shakes hands with Dusty
and leaves the room. Dust sits back in his chair and continues to smoke his
cigar as the scene fades to black.
SCENE
#2 The cameras close in on a grotty house. The paint work is peeling, the iron-gate is as rusty as an old bike and one of the door numbers is falling off. Mr Sapolski suddenly appears on the scene as he looks pretty shifty. He looks around to check the coast is clear before opening the gate and walking into the front garden which is no better than the building. Sapolski looks around with an appalled look on his face as he walks up to the front door. Sapolski goes to use the door knocker but it falls off. He looks puzzled before quickly disposing of it. He then knocks on the door, hearing a voice yelping, 'Doors open!'. Mr Sapolski reaches the handle and slowly opens the door which to his horror he sees the entire front room in a state.. beer cans are spilled everywhere, pizza boxes on top of the Television and probably mould growing in unbelievable places. Sitting in the arm chair is Gaz Black, who is practically out of it.. Mr Sapolski: Hey, Gaz, What the hell is going on? I leave you for one day and this is the state I come back to. Gaz Black: Well, I got pretty hungry you see. Mr Sapolski: Eugh, For gods sake Gaz. How am I suppose to leave this place if you're going to mess it up again. I suppose I've got to clean up after you huh? Gaz Black: You can do what the hell you like... Sapolski picks up a few beer bottles and throws them into the trashcan. He rushes around the house picking up all of the rubbish.. Mr Sapolski: When I said I would look after you, I had no idea it would be this tiring. You need to clean your act up Black because I've managed to get you a wrestling contract. Gaz curls up into a ball whilst still into the armchair.. Gaz Black: I told you before, I can't go back to that. Not after the amount of pain it has caused me. Mr Sapolski: Yeah, so you keep saying. Listen Black, They're having a house show tomorrow evening in New York, they want you to go and sign the contract, then they want you to cut an in-ring promo. So the crowd can get to know a bit about your character. Gaz Black: I told you, I'm not going! Sapolski grabs Gaz Black and pulls him out of his arm-chair. He throws him against the wall and keeps him there with his arm against his neck.. Mr Sapolski: Listen to me you little shit!, I went to great lengths to get you this contract. The guy who I went to went to great lengths to get you this contract. Dusty isn't a guy you want to turn down, you know what I mean. Now you're going to show up at that god damn house show, then you're going to sign that contract and you're going to do what they say! That way, Dusty's happy, I'm happy, and you'll be happy. Gaz Black: I'd get off me If I was you.. Mr Sapolski: You'll what, beer me to death. Face it Black, you're weak and pathetic.. Gaz's depressive face suddenly turns into a slight smirk as he looks at Sapolski with an evil grin. Sapolski's face turns blank as Gaz pushes him off and throws him against the wall. Gaz twists his arm up to his back as Sapolski screams in pain.. Gaz Black: I told you that you should of got off.. Gaz throws him across the room and lets out an evil laugh. Sapolski tries to get up but struggles as it looks as though his leg has hurt. Gaz walks over to him and grabs him by the throat as he holds him against the wall again.. Gaz Black: You worthless piece of crap!, did you really expect me to just stand there whilst you treat me like some criminal. You forget, I could kill you right here, right now. Sapolski struggles as Gaz still chokes him against the wall. Gaz pulls out a pen knife and holds it against Sapolski's neck. He hesitates whether or not to kill him but finally decides against it as he drops the pen knife and lets go of Sapolski.. Gaz Black: Consider yourself lucky that I didn't kill you just then. But like you said, I have a house show to make it to, right? Mr Sapolski: You crazy bastard, I should have you reported! Gaz Black: You wouldn't dare, because you know I'll have your ass on my breakfast plate. Gaz begins throwing some clothes in a over-night bag. He walks over to the cupboard and pulls out a cookie jar. He pulls out a wad of cash and stuffs it into the bag. Mr Sapolski: Hey!, That's my savings! Gaz Black: I know you don't want to see a guy go without. Mr Sapolski: Fuck this, I'm calling the cops.. Mr Sapolski picks up the phone and begins to dial.. Gaz Black: If you do, I shall see to it that they know all about your little drugs scandal. Huh, I'm sure they're love to hear all about your drug laundering. I'm guessing a 10 year stretch in prison? Mr Sapolski hangs up the phone and looks at Gaz Black with all the hatred he possesses. Gaz Black: I didn't think so. I'll be gone for a few days. I suggest you pack your bags and find somewhere else to live, I wont be requiring your services anymore, and If you're here when I get back I'll kill you... and that's a promise!... oh, and maybe you should get someone to see to that leg. Gaz lets out an evil laugh before picking up his bag and throwing it over his shoulder. He heads for the door and walks out. He shuts the door behind him and begins to walk down the garden path. looking around the neighbourhood he lets out a huge sigh of relief. He pulls out a PCW programme booklet and takes a good look at it.. He puts it into his pocket and heads towards his car. He opens his trunk and throws his bag into it and then slams it shut. Then he gets into the car.. Gaz Black: PCW, here I come! Gaz Black starts the car up and begins to drive off into the sunset as the scene fades to black. THE END!
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