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Who's Ready To Go Downtown |
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The camera shows a car. It is a white '96 sunfire with four doors. After the camera pans out it is obvious that the Ron and the car are in an empty parking
lot aside from a tow truck and one other object. The large parking lot is surrounded by gate on three sides and a brick wall on one. The front bumper of the
car is being held up a few feet off the ground by a contraption that is anchored behind it. The camera pans out again to see Ron Downs dressed in his new
"Time to go DOWNTOWN!!!" t-shirt, a pair of black jeans, and a pair of light colored Timberland boots with "his" TnT United States belt draped over his
shoulder. Ron sets belt down on top of a black duffel bag. He takes a black crowbar out of the bag and admires it for awhile before resting it on one
shoulder. He walks over to the front window on the driver's side and swings the crowbar at the window. The window shatters but no car alarm goes off. Ron
uses the crowbar to clear away the glass on the window that didn't fall out of place. He then puts his arm through the newly created hole to unlock the door
and open it. Ron climbs into the front seat and removes a few pieces of paper from the glove compartment. He sets them down outside on top of his bag along
with his crowbar, he also picks up a flatblade screwdriver,a pair of pliers, a brick, and a piece of wood. Ron returns to the car putting the brick and the
piece of wood down on the passenger seat. He gets down underneath the steering wheel and using the pliers and screwdriver he hotwires the car. He then puts
the car in drive and uses the brick and wood to jam the pedal against the floor of the car. Ron removes his equipment (except of course for the wood and
brick) from the car. He throws them in his bag also removing two gallons of corn oil that he throws in the back seat of the car uncapped). Ron walks over to
the contraption he has holding the front of the car in the air. He detaches the cable sending the front of the car banging down on the pavement as it
immediately jumps forward. The car screams across the parking lot accelerating as it goes. Fifty feet away the car crashes into the brick wall and bursts
into flames. Ron picks up his United States championship belt, breathes on it a little then polishes it off with the bottom of his shirt. He looks as if he
is admiring his reflection in the belt. After a brief moment he puts the strap on his shoulder and looks into the camera before he begins speaking.
Ron Downs: Nice fireworks huh? You see that was just a statement right there. A metaphor, a harbinger if you will of what's coming. (Ron Downs holds up a
sheet of paper that the camera zooms in on. It reads Nic Hay along with some of his personal information blurred out.) Yea Nic, that's your name right there,
the current owner of TnT and if you can tell, with your below average intelligence, this here is the registration I pulled out of the glove compartment of
that car you just watched making pretty little fireworks. Put two and two together... you're not that slow... ding ding ding that's YOUR car! Enjoy getting
around on public transportation like the rest of us. Collision Course is a very appropriate name for this event for this track that I'm on. Right now I don't
give a damn about anyone or anything except myself and this here TnT U (Ron takes a pause to absorb the moment)...nited States championship belt. This right
strap right here sums it up, my achievements, my abilities, what I deserve, what I HAD COMING to me. It represents the fact that even if I'm not rightfully
awarded what I deserve I'm willing to tip the scale of justice in MY favor. You see I don't like or respect any form of authority that isn't ME. If anyone
runs the show, its me. Yea Nic thinks is running this business right here...right into the ground. He doesn't have the business skills necessary to take TnT
to the next level. The fans may not know it yet, but I know what it takes to put TnT on the right path, the path to glory where its destined to be. How can
you expect TnT to blossom when you have losers wrestling for the Heavyweight championship? Krisus? Rilo Thornsfield? Cameron Behringer? Who the fuck are
they? I'll tell you exactly who they are. They're prime examples of wrestling amateurs. Amateurs with big heads and no action to back up their words. I wish
one of them would answer me and tell me what he thinks of my ideas and opinions. I'll be real quick to back up what I say and take one... no ALL of their
punk asses DOWNTOWN.
Ron Downs: I can't help but notice that everyone is talking about the biggest and the hottest wrestler in TnT TODAY! Sure, International Incident made a few
ripples in the lake last month, but the big story was What did I do and Why did I do it? I'll tell you what I did. I did exactly what I said I would do. I
put David Helms on my shoulders and I flung him like a rag doll. I took his ass DOWNTOWN. Then I pinned him right in the middle of the ring for an EASY
1...2...3. Yes David you took me to Helm Street, you promised me it would be a nightmare. I called it a daydream, maybe a reverie, I almost enjoyed it. Old
man I told you that you were past your prime but you wouldn't listen, I told you not to go through with the match. Just be glad you escaped death... this
time. David Helms how does it feel to be my first successful title defense? You were once a great wrestler, now you're just a statistic; but congratulations
on being the first of your kind... of MANY MANY more to come. This week, I, the TnT U (Ron takes a pause to absorb the moment)...nited States Champion will
defend MY title against two individuals, Good Friday and Johnny something. Two more people that will be statistics to a growing list of what is soon to be...
MANY, soon to be the ENTIRE roster of TnT. But one other thing happened last month. The last event really marked the Beginning of the end for my two
opponents. Good Friday has an idea. He was unlucky enough to step into the ring with me one on one in my debut match. I had fun beating the living daylights
out of him. But you know he only proves my point. A real wrestler, a breadwinner, a physical specimen such as myself, a true wrestling genius worthy of all
kinds of accolades and championships is being wasted on amateurs and peons like Good Friday and Johnny something. Hell I don't even know their names. They're
worthless to the company and to tell you the truth I think they're just taking up space. Hell I know I could put on a better match if I wrestled a teddy
bear. Corwin Havens, the one man in TnT I respect said it himself, people with talent are being held back in TnT and I think its about DAMN TIME someone did
something about it. What did I do? I claimed what I deserved. Nic, you should thank me for my actions at the last event I tried to help you by clearing out
the trash in TnT, some of the excess DEAD WEIGHT. Thank you for booking this match because now I get to finish what I started. I smashed this belt right here
into the face of Good Friday and I watched him bleed. I enjoyed every second of it. Then I ran down to the ring and smashed that other guy in the face, he
didn't even know how to react. I ran into him like he was a fly and I was a Mack Truck. There was nothing he could do except collapse and bleed. Truthfully I
enjoyed watching the blood pour out of his new laceration. I remember smiling as I watched the blood stain the canvas. Mmmmm even now I can remember how good
it looked. Ooooo I can't wait to do it again. Opponents, whatever the hell your names are, understand this. Soon, really soon, wrestling scum such as
yourselves will be unlucky enough to step into the ring with me. And I can't wait to tear you apart and take the remains DOWNTOWN! You see to me this isn't a
match. It's A NIGHT OFF. I don't respect the trash that I'm booked to wrestle against. I know, Nic knows, the fans know, even my opponents know that they
don't stand a chance against me. They might come out here and try to act tough saying they can go toe to toe with me. But Good Friday knows, he knows what
happened the last time he went one on one with me...he took an L, but more importantly, I took his ass to a cold, dark, dank, place. A place where no one
wants to go, a man on death row would sooner take the chair AND lethal injection before going there. BUT my opponents this month will have the unfortunate
opportunity to go DOWN...TOWN!!
Ron Downs stares into the camera for a moment. While staring he adjusts the title on his shoulder. Ron then goes over and gathers his black duffel bag and tools. He throws them into the passenger seat of the tow truck and gets in himself. The camera then follows Ron driving the tow truck out of the parking lot but then goes off screen. |