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"Something of Importance" |
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[The camera opens in a parking lot, a dim light can be seen from above shining with one strand of light on the ground. A light drizzle of rain begins as the camera man begins to venture into the surrounding area and notices a large sign above head. He zooms in on it, a slight drizzle has made it a bit harder to read, but the sign says "Lars and Son Agency". He ventures forth to a small office building, with a couple lights lit in it. He zooms in on a window and notices that Ben O'Haire is in there speaking with someone. O'Haire laughs as the other man scratches his nose. The camera fades into another camera, which is in the small building. It's center in the middle of the desk between O'Haire and, preferably O'Haire's agent?] Ben O'Haire: "Is that what you were talkin' about with them earlier? You know, you are my agent Brian, and I need to know these things man." Brian: "Yeah. I talked to a couple other promoters', they seemed really interested in your work. I told them I'd send a tape of Friday's Showdown to them. But I did tell them you wouldn't be leaving the Gulfsouth Wrestling Alliance to wrestle off and on for them." Ben O'Haire: "You got that right man. So far, I really am enjoying myself here in the GWA. Everyone is so damned nice about everything. I never thought wrestling in a big named wrestling organization would be like this." [Brian, O'Haire's agent, pulls out a pack of Marlboro Cigarettes and takes one out. He pulls out a lighter then lights it up, he takes a drag and flips the ashes in the trash bin.] Brian: "So let's talk business Ben, are you going to win this match?" Ben O'Haire: "Hey man, I can only try to win, I can't force myself a win out of these guys. And damn dude, open a window or put that cigarette out. You know I hate the smell of cigarette smoke. Also man, I'd rather not get second hand smoke from you, I'd rather keep on living a full healthy life." Brian: "Sorry man. Yeah, I guess I do need to get too, I'm 23 years old, and rather live to be at least 50 or 60." [Brian stands up and walks over to the closed window, he raises it then tosses the smoldering cigarette out into the nights drizzle. He looks back to O'Haire who smiles, Brian then walks back over to the leather chair, but doesn't sit down. He rather begins to pace around.] Brian: "Hey just to let you know, there was another guy added to the Rumble for the #1 Contendership Match at Friday Night Showdown. You did know that didn't you?" Ben O'Haire: "Are you serious man? Dammit, that makes six. Who the hell is this guy? He just sign a contract or somethin'?" Brian: "Well what's been going around town that he's quite a hot pickup by the GWA. You could say, a soon-to-be superstar. They say this match is just going to be a stepping stone for his long, illustrious career here in the GWA." Ben O'Haire: "Be nice if I could put a name to this guy." Brain: "Heh, oh yeah. That might help you to know who this guy is. Lemme see, [He grabs a piece of paper] his name is... Shane Johnson. That's the guy's name. He seems to be a bit of a bad ass too. I watched his promo earlier, he seemed like he is really confident. Way more confident than your other opponents and you." Ben O'Haire: "Thanks asshole. You could've told me that earlier when it wasn't so damned late. It's, [Looks at his watch] 10:32, okay it's not all that late." Brian: "Well then Ben, don't mind me, I'll just sit here and see how you do, I've never seen you actually do an interview or anything. I've seen you on television, but not in person. So, please, go ahead. Oh wait, you'd better watch the promo first before you start anything. Wouldn't be too smart if you talked about him not knowing crap he said about you." [Brian picks up a remote and clicks on the television. He clicks the play button then fast-forwards to Shane Johnson's promo. O'Haire watches with much interest as O'Haire goes one, reading a excerpt from his own personal journal. After that, the promo ends and fades to black.] Ben O'Haire: "This guy is deep. But he's a jackass too. I mean the fact that he begins to speak about me needing more than a gimmick and droll catch phrases? What the hell is this guy on? I mean speaking about Timothy McVeigh, two or three years after the bastard was executed? Does he have a reason to speak of this in a promo? An interview? To bring up the past, then you refer me to knowing your "Cold War Series", I seriously do think you need some mental help Shane. I mean, YOUR "Cold War Series"? Man, you consider yourself becoming my reality? My judge? My jury? My executioner? Something that sort, I'm sure of. Your Cold War series is nothing of a reality to me, no, it isn't even close to being a reality to me. I mean, to me your just like the rest of these pansied ass bastard's who are nothing more than a stepping stone in my career in the GWA. nothing more than a stepping stone, that's all Shane. Other than that, you mean nothing to me, you are just in your own universe, your on your own damned planet for Gods sake! But, lemme go back to you saying my gimmick and droll phrases are going to lead to my demissions and that I will simply be collateral damage. Do you really consider yourself something more than nothing? Do you consider yourself a more than something God? Someone who is above and beyond us simple minded human beings?" Brian: "Da-" Ben O'Haire: "Brian, hold on man, I'm not done with this little egotistical bastard. I mean, the guy comes in here, talkin' gibberish and large piles of trash heaps! Damn, but I mean Shane, your sayin' your gonna torture me because it's the nature of the beast? Hell, are you some sort of animal now? Are you a wolf? Are you damned dog? It doesn't really matter what the hell you are, you know what the hell your gonna get though, a size 12" boot up his ass. But, the biggest pile of crap you fed the audience and myself. You fed all these fans a pile of crap. You proclaim that I think I'm one of the best in the business? Man, I don't know where the hell you brought that up from, but I sure as hell don't think anything in that sort. And also, who are these people who are "out there" going to eat me for breakfast? Am I gourmet breakfast or something? Okay, now if you think my interview a couple nights ago was boring and that I had no idea or no clue of what you are about, your right! I didn't even know your pansy ass was in the match until my agent, Brian, notified me. This is the most ludicrous thing you could ever say, "I am the little pyromaniac who likes to site around fire and talk about dragons and other folklore." Where in the hell did you pick that up from?! That is one of the most moronic things I could ever hear you say or even write down in a damned journal! For one, I didn't even say anything about you're fore coming into the GWA or even into this match. Well if I was listening to what? If I was listening to the bullcrap you spat out at each and every will deserving fan that doesn't deserve this crap!" 
[O'Haire sighs heavily and sits back down in the chair. He looks at his watch, it's 10:45. He looks over to Brian and begins to speak again.] Ben O'Haire: "Oh, I bet you thought I was done. Dude, how could I be listening to what you were sayin' when it wasn't said until after I did the promo? Man, you should a bitch smack and shut up. Now if Chris Page likes to refer to himself as the true champion, let him as long as he holds the title belt. What you should be concerned about is getting your ass handed to you on a silver platter for dinner Friday Night. And like I said earlier, how can you say I proclaimed you as a damned little pyromaniac when in I never even stated it? Oh and I do have a question for you, what damned planet are you from? Are you from Uranus? Are you from Jupiter? Or are you from Pluto? Ah hell, it don't matter. For the record, I know what I'm going up against, a pile of trash that's just in my way to a Television Title reign, nothing more than that. Also, seein' how you ARE a pyromaniac, or so you say, well I hope your ready to light a fire, but no, not in a fireplace, not at a campsite, and not a pile of dog crap. No, I'll be lightin' the fire, oh yes, I'll be lighting a fire right up under your ass with my foot! And your little comment about a little 15 year old with a common fetish for becoming a pyrotechnic, now, I don't care if your not one, but the fire will be lit on Saturday. And for a final word to you Shane Johnson yeah you heard me speaking of someone else's ass. No, not in a homosexual way. And I take the cake on eating ass? Well has it ever occurred to you that you're going to be staring straight up at the ring's rafters and light's, and your going to be lying backside down as you wonder, "what the hell did I get myself into?" I'm sure there are quite a few people who will agree with me there. Heed my words, and my forewarnings, if it comes down to you and me in the match... you're going extreme, to the eXtreme Height's!" [O'Haire stops speaking and stands up he walks over to the window and looks out through it. He sees that the rain has become more than a slight drizzle. He sighs then looks over to Brian who is giving a slight "golf clap" as he smiles. Ben walks over to the desk and grabs the water bottle and sits back down.] Ben O'Haire: "Well, the rain has gotten a lot more heavier than before. I guess I can keep going and see if it let's up. [He looks at his watch again] 11:02, not too terribly late. Well I viewed a couple other short promos from the other participants, Wulf and Soulja Smallz. Well, let's first off begin with the "Beat from Within" Wulf. The guy is obviously full of himself. Well Wulf you said that I said your setting yourself too damned high for wanting to become the GWA World Heavyweight Champion? Quite frankly, I do think you did. You see Wulf, you don't come into a new environment, or should I say wrestling organization, and tell everyone your coming for the World Heavyweight title, or that is your ultimate goal. Now, most wrestling superstar's major goal is to become a World Heavyweight Champion, hell same here. I too wouldn't mind getting a World title run here in the GWA, but I've got a long ways to go, and I know it's gonna be a tough damned road with the current superstar's that are in the GWA. Ah, back to what I was saying about you Wulf. Am I really kidding myself? Am I really kidding myself having a chance against you? I really think not man, I have the best chance in the World to beat the hell out of you from turnbuckle to turnbuckle to turnbuckle to turnbuckle! All four turnbuckles is what your back will be hitting with a sickening thud from each time you hit your bare back against it. Now I think that "Beast from Within"... well, heh that beast is staying inside for this match and I don't even think he'll ever want to come back out after Friday Night Showdown is over." Brian: "You still have time, keep going man, you still got Smallz to talk about." Ben O'Haire: "You don't have to tell me that man, I knew that. Well, Soulja Smallz finally it comes down to you, a man who is pathetically in love with himself. First off, I don't have to have guts to call you a little bitch or even a little bastard, hell who would? I already addressed on my chance of winning and it's at it's best. You see, you keep coming out here or in your own home saying that you "KNOW" your going to come out the victor. And the little comment about my head on your wall? Eh, I don't see that ever happening, I don't see any of my body parts going into your home or even your wall for the fact of the matter. As a matter of fact, I did say that you are new and craptastic talent here in the GWA. I'm not saying you’re a waste of a flesh and blood, no I'm not that much of an ass, but your not good enough to compete and keep up with me, hell no! You see Soulja, I have been in the business far longer than you could ever imagine and I have been in the ring with the best of the best. But really, do you consider yourself having this match in the palm of your hand? Do you really see it that way? I would hope not, I hope you never would see it that way, 'cause in fact, you have a pile of crap in the palm of your hand! And, well that's all your goin' to have in your hand after Friday Night, a pile of crap! Now, I'm not gonna watch my back, hell I don't have to watch my back you pansy ass. If your going to watch every nook and cranny, so to speak, that's gonna cover a lot of ground. You know why? 'Cause tomorrow night I'm in Hot-Lanta, Georgia for a autograph signing and then I'm off to St. Louis, Missouri. I don't see how you are gonna keep up with me, or even if you can, it's not goin' to matter. And, I just thought if you are to watch me through every nook and cranny, then I consider you a stalking son of a bitch! But, finally to take the cake, no, the fans don't want to see a damned Soulja Slam, they want to see the eXtreme Heights, and that's were I'm goin' to take you all come Friday Night Showdown!" Brian: "Well... um... that's what I call one helluva promo! And every damned word is true! Your looking at your soon to be... Gulfsouth Wrestling Alliance Television Champion... Ben O'Haire! Thank you very much!" [The camera slowly zooms in one O'Haire's face, the intensity is yet electrifying, he looks to the door and begins to toward the door. He opens it and then walks out it into his vehicle, he turns the key, revs the engine, and begins out of the parking lot. The rain has became a light drizzle once again as the camera fades to black.] 
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