ooc-I have been caught up in screenwriting lately and trying to figure out life. I should have two or three more before deadline because I've finally been able to focus.
"Recovery" Part I Disappointment. Pure and simple. There were raw emotions. Words were said. Feelings were hurt. Two best friends were at odds with each other after The Hustlers lost their match on Ringside Wrap-Up against Triple X. A major setback after a lackluster and uninspiring performance and Shawn Williams was the man who took the fall. There standing in utter disbelief was Big Daddy his right hand man and long time partner. He was the man, he was the marquee, he was afterall "The Main Event Attraction" and there they were losing too Triple X on Ringside Wrap-Up and it wasn't sitting well with him. "We'll get 'em next time" Maybe there won't be a next time. Thomas Hume has been rumored to have soured on the veteran duo and this match up against another proverbial "cancer" in Odell Givens is a proving ground. Win or go home. Win or get lost in the shuffle. Win or get replaced by some you up and comer fresh off the turn up truck. Bottom line it was win or else. Givens was one helluva competitor. Former World Champion, a gutsy scrapper, with an undeniable ability to strike at any moment with deadly accuracy and malicious intent in his hands. A man amongst men. Victory in this match would mean something. It would mean something big. And it could be just what the doctor ordered and it would allow The Hustlers to finally hit there stride and take off. Get rid of that cold, empty feeling of disappointment that had settled in the pits of their stomachs since Global Warming. All that disappointment. They'd been off, a step too late, a beat too short. Missed. DIsappoint. Disgust. Recover, Regroup, and Ravage the opposition. The three R's. And what better way to recover than to go home. Right? Home...
"Home, sweet, home!"
Big Daddy's voice cut through the air as we come into focus in the trophy room of the Global Wrestling Coalition stars plush estate. Championship belts held on display in a beautiful glass display case, posters, commerative plagues honoring achievements and milestone matches. All meticulously put into place in a well designed "Man Cave" deticated to long and illustrious career of Big Daddy and also some sports memoribilia here and there. Big Daddy had a weary look on his face as he plopped down on the plush coach in the middle of the room and spread out. Lounging and laying back. He let out a sign of relief as he put his hands behind his head and closed his eyes. But the moment of bliss did not last for long as Shawn Williams barges in frantic as ever and sees Big D lounging and picks up a football and tosses it at him. Big Daddy topples over and falls of the couch and Shawn smiles to himself arms folded with a cocky grin on his face as Big Daddy looks at him irate.
"What th hell?"
Big Daddy sees the football.
"Shawn you idiot, that's an autographed football of the '72 Dolphins. You know good and damn well that you can touch anything, and I mean anything in the Fortress of Solitude but THE FOOTBALL."
Shawn mocks Big Daddy as he gives his spiel with overexaggerated hand gestures and histrionics highlighted with the two talking hands arguing with each other. Big Daddy shakes his head. Picks up the football and puts it back into it's place holder after pulling himself up off the floor and he immediately goes after Shawn with fire in his eye. He's had it.
"Yadda, yadda, yadda, football, '72, overcompensating for my lack of manhood,blah, blah, blah."
Big Daddy goes to ring Shawn's neck but Shawn turns and grabs him by the shoulders just as BIg Daddy lunges forward right into him grabbing the top of Shawn's shoulder and the two men engage in a manly embrace. Eye to eye, locked in an intense stare down. Big Daddy narrows his brow and burns a hole through Shawn simply smiles and continues talking.
"Big man, buddy, ole' pal, we're going back in business!"
Big Daddy jerks away from Shaw's grasp.
"What do you mean we're back in business? We've been hot garbage lately, we're damn near out of bitness. Hume wants to '86 us mayne."
Shawn ever the optimist keeps smiling like an idiot as he pats Big Daddy on the back and he points to a picture of the two of them holding the tag team championships. Pure joy and elation on his face, while Big Daddy has this stern and just exasserbated look in his eyes.
"Odell Givens man, he's a problem, a big, big problem for Ole' Hume, and we're problem solvers big guy. We get shit done when we put our minds too it and it takes a helluva lot to take us off course. In ECW they had to conspire to keep the World Championship from around your waist. And no matter how hard they tried you, my main man rose to the occassion kicked ass, took names, and forced them too screw you because you couldn't be beat fair and sqaure. And when it comes to taking care of problems and shall we say problem children. We seem to be good at that as well. Back when we were young bucks runnin' wild, we took down many a tag team and faction that was "taking over" or put a cocky power hungry wrestler in his place. This match, this is right up our alley. We got this, we're back baby!"
Big Daddy shakes his head with his hands on his hips and turns his back to Shawn. He goes to walk away but Shawn steps forward and grabs him on his shoulder and continues on.
"Wait, just wait. I know it's not been a joy ride since we've come back the last couple months but man, we've really got some ground to make up here but man, here we are in the heart of Memphis, friends, family, where all this shit first popped off fifteen years ago man. We were just some fun lovin' kids who loved wrestling and we cut our teeth in the business here in Memphis, the hot bed of blues, rock and roll, and wrestling baby. And what better way to represent the first R, in the all important three R's of Hustlin', than to do it at home infront of all your people?! I Can't think of it. Recovery, every dog has his day and must pay the piper, when a Hustler takes a loss, he must own up to his shortcomings, take the loss, find is way again, and recover from it by picking himself up by the boot straps and moving forward. Assessing his losses, any damages incured, and figuring out how to make his next move. Man, I get it, I got pinned, I lost, I lost us the shot at the tag titles again man, I screwed up. Hell, we've got a chance to take down a former Global Heavyweight Champion in Odell Givens and think what that's going to do for us. Where's your head at? We got this, I know for a fact that the two of us, thunder and lightening, and they don't even know what hit 'em till it's too late and they're looking up at the lights in the ceiling. Hell we beat Southern Discomfort, we can beat anytime, if we just focus, lock in, and focus, no games, no nonsense, focus, and we can get back to winning championships. Are you with me man?"
Big turns to face his friend.
"Shawn, you bet your wife Kyra's sweet ass I'm ready."
"Hey, that's my wife!"
Big Daddy smiles and pats Shawn on the back.
"She does have a sweet ass though you gotta admit."
Shawn nods.
"See, see, your wife, has a sweet ass, my wife sweet tits, you, and me, hell I've got those dashing GQ good looks, and you're the funny, charming,impish sidekick. It works!"
Shawn smirks.
"Your wife does have soome sweeet bra buddies!"
Big Daddy slaps Shawn on the back of the head. Big Daddy shakes his head and mouths "have some respect" as he stands there as Shawn straightens himself out and Big Daddy continues on.
"So, I've been thinking man, hell, I haven't been myself, I haven't felt like I was on my game, hell, I've been questioning if the damn game has passed me by. Just feeling listless, lost, and miserable. And here we are in this match up, at home, here in Memphis, where it all begin, and I feel so worn out, and battle weary, for years, and years, I faught the good fight, time, and time again, and for what Shawn? For what? I have my doubts man, I have my doubt. Maybe it is time for us to call it a career, hang up the boots, and go off into the next phase of life outside the sqaured circle. I've got all these questions, doubts, fears, and the only thing that's keeping me going, the only thing that's pushing me to even want to keep on keepin' on and stay in the fight man is you and that burning desire to be the best man. That fire has been lit and on Wednesday night I'm fanning the flames infront of all my people down here in the dirty south I'm ridin' out with a victory. I'm tired of losing, I'm tired of coming up short, I'm tired of being tired. And when we step into that ring Givens, I'm going to bring it straight to you. That's just how it is. Just how it's gonna be, this old lion he's not ready to let the young lion take over the pride just yet so I'm going to fight ferociously to keep my spot even if that means I've got to take you down and out."
Shawn nods, He stands behind Big Daddy and rubs his shoulders. As The Big Man continues on you hear Shawn give his encouragement, "that's right, get 'em, and so on" as Big Daddy continues to speak.
"See, Shawn, you're right about something we've always come out on top. We've been frontrunners as a tag team for most of our career, never had any adversity really, just total domination, and utter devistation and shattered egos left in our wake as we took championship after championship and stripped teams of their pride. That aura of invincibility they felt they had until they met us. And now, now, we're strugggling and Shawn it's not a good feeling, hell, it makes me sick that we're not tag team champions, that we've got so far still to go and we're so close. It is eating at me. And I'm taking a stand and making a statement against Odell Givens and doing whatever it is I have to do to ensure that The Hustlers are victorious. Usually, it's all fun and games, we've sold a million t-shirts, tellin' you, you can't knock the hustle, and alll that. No catchphrases, none of it. Real talk, you're a bad man, you can take one of us out, but two?"
Big Daddy holds up two fingers. Then points to himself and Shawn as he continues on.
"Now, that's going to be one helluva task homeboy. And maybe, just maybe, you're up for and you're about to flex on us both and beat us. Maybe, the game's just passed us by and you're going to put a couple old washed up has beens out to pasture. Or maybe not and you're walking into what's amounting to your own personal execution like a lamp to slaughter. All for the simple fact that this right here, thick and thin. The Hustlers, we're a unit, when we're on, when we're clickin', and rollin' on all cylinders baby boy, we're a well oiled machine, and even though we're not there yet I know, I know, I know, I know that we'll get there eventually and all Wednesday night is is one of those moments where you get just that much closer. Just that much closer tooo rollin'. Just that much closer to regaining championship gold, and from leveling the playing field once again. It's time to get down and dirty and fight."
Shawn rubs his hands together as he chimes in.
"And we're finishing the fight Odell. We're finishing the fight and coming out on the outside. We're not done yet, you're not putting us out to pasture, and Hume's going to be forced to take notice. The boys are back and badder than ever."
Time to recover. Focus, lock in, and fight.
Cut & Fade.
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