A Natural

“These guys have no idea what they’ve gotten themselves into do they?”

(A voice murmurs into the phone)

“Yeah I know. But I’m more worried about Kamikazee than those two goofs.”

(A voice murmurs into the phone again.)

“I know he is a Hall of Famer, and he’s a great wrestler; but think about it like this…If I beat a Hall of Famer, for the Television Title. That puts me in a whole different category man.”

(A voice murmurs into the phone again.)

“Alright, well I’ll call you later in the week. Probably around Thursday. Catcha later man.”

(CLICK)

“Alright, where is all my workout shit. Alright here’s my tanktop, here’s my GWA shorts, and here are my sneakers.”

(Blaze grabs all his gear and throws it in a duffle bag that reads “GWA Blaze” and he starts to head out of his locker room. He walks out and passes by a few locker rooms on his way to the parking lot. He walks out the door and sees the valet guys and they hand him his keys and show him where his car is. Right by The Franchise’s brand new Viper and next to Chris Wests’ Hummer. Blaze starts to walk out to his car talking to himself…)

“Well I’ll be damned. I’m sitting next to a Viper and a Hummer. And I’m driving a piece of shit truck. Well it looks like if I can win the Television Title, I’ll have to go the Porsche Dealer and get me some new wheels. But first I gotta beat (Blaze pulls out a little yellow piece of paper) Ben Agin, Kamikazee, and Just Kirby.”

(Blaze tosses his duffle bag into the bed of his truck. He pushes the button that unlocks the doors, he opens the door and gets in and starts to turn on “Full Nelson” by Limp Bizkit. The camera than fades off…)


30 Minutes Later


(The GWA Logo fades up, and the scene is inside the GWA Gym. There are many Superstars that have yet to decide between GWX and GWA. But who knows which way everyone will swing. But we go over to the bench press and we see Trent Blaze sitting their with headphones on and “pumping the iron.” He looks up into the camera and sets the bench press back up onto it’s holding poles. He takes his headphones and off and gets a drink of water as the camera follows him all the way to the water cooler.)

“What are you guys doing? Are you trying to make a documentary on the next Television Champion? Well if you want me to tell you how I feel about Ben Agin, Kamikazee, and Just Kirby; or if you want me to tell you how I feel about the GWX and the GWA, then just tell me. We’ll have a seat and grab a bite and we’ll shoot the shit.”

(The Camera Man nods his head and Trent leads the way over to the food court inside the Gym. He sits down at a booth and the camera man sits across from him and sets up the camera so it stays focused on Blaze. The waiter comes over, Blaze shows him what he wants and the camera man does the same. Blaze pulls out a bottle of water and starts to talk...)

“Well I’ll address the GWX and the GWA situation first. I feel it’s like this. The GWX that’s an opportunity for a lot of guys. But I wasn’t signed by GWX, and they didn’t give me a shot to begin with. GWA did. And for that I owe Jerry Burkart one. So if you think I’m going to GWX because it’s a good opportunity for a young guy like me, well you’re wrong. I figure, if I pay my dues here in GWA, it’ll come back to me. You know, I’m a firm believer in what goes around, comes around. So here it is, I stay with Jerry Burkart, and I’m loyal to him. In thanks for my loyalty, Burkart looks out for me, and makes sure those GWX bastards stay off my back. So you’ve heard it hear first, I’m staying with GWA. I’m Gulfsouth Wrestling Alliance FOOORRRR LIFE!”

(The food shows up, Blaze has some gigantic burger, and the camera man has a little burger fit for a kid.)

“What the hell is wrong with you? You’re eating like you got a little girls meal at Burger King. You can’t handle a ¾ pound burger like ‘The Bad Boy’ Trent Blaze?”

(Trent takes a bite of his burger and wipes his mouth off and finishes chewing before he starts talking.)

“Eat your burger junior. I’m not payin for that burger to sit there. I’m payin for it so you can eat it. I know what Burkart pays you guys. I gotta look out for the camera men. Hell if there weren’t any of them? I’d be talking to myself right now. And that’s not a good thing, unless you are like legally insane. Now I guess I should talk about my match with Just Kirby, Ben Agin, and Kamikazee. I’ll talk about Ben Agin first. He says he’s got this match in the bag, but the truth is, the only thing he’s got in the bag is a bunch of birth control pills and tampons for Nancy. I mean, he says I have no skill? And he praises Kamikazee? Pathetic. It sounds like this guy has a case of the Brown Nose Cock…Iness. Ben Agin, he sounds like he’d be a cheesy restaurant. He raves about Kami, he’s got a great mind for the business, he’s a great wrestler, bla bla bla, it all sounds like crap to me. I could care less if I’m facing a 8 foot retard or a 5 foot body builder, it’s all the same to me. Go out, every night: Hit, stick and bust dick. And where does he get off calling me a retard?! He’ll find out who the retard is after I snuff him out via A Blaze of Glory off the ladder. His brain will be like scrambled eggs. He’ll be a non-factor in this match in my very educated opinion. So one down, 2 more to go.”

“Let’s see, Just Kirby. I can agree with Agin, on one thing. Just Kirby, he is Just a bum. Or Just a Loser. Or Just annoying. Or whatever adjective you want to put there that revolves around sucking, blowing, loser, or being a pathetic punk. Just Kirby should also be a cakewalk in this match. I mean I’ve wrestled tougher competitors at a Motorcycle rally. And you know those guys, fat, overweight, middle aging losers that ride around on harley davidson’s in white t-shirts and leather jackets. Now I’m not saying I’m going to walk all over Just Kirby, but there is a damn good chance he’s going to get the shit beaten out of him by my bare hands. I’m not even thinking about using, chairs, tables, etcetera in the ring if I can walk climb the ladder without being bothered with those. I’m a natural at this sport man, I don’t need things to aid my way to victory. I’ll do it by my hands, or I won’t. I’ve trained my whole life for the GWA and professional wrestling. And now’s my chance to shine. And believe me, I will take the spotlight and it will stay on me all the way to the top when the spotlight will be the glowing eyes of the all those below me. Just Kirby is way out of his territory in this match. He needs to get back to his post in the men’s bathroom, shining shoes and what not. He needs to get back to what he knows best. He should stay as far away from the ring.”

“And that will be bringing me to the 4th and final competitor for Showdown, Kami. Or more formally known as Kamikazee, GWA Hall of Famer. But I’m not scared. Hall of Fame, Hall of Shame, it’s really all the same to me. I mean, hit or miss here, I won’t be embarassed if I get pinned by a Hall of Famer like Kami. But that doesn’t mean I’m going to lay down for him. Hell no. I’m going to give it everything I got to kick Kami’s ass. I mean c’mon, I lay down for nobody. I kick ass and I take names. And if the superstars aren’t aware of that, they will be caught off guard: just as Ben Agin, Just Kirby and Kami will. Kamikazee is a true threat to my upcoming victory. He’s got a few good things going for him, but he’s just recently come back, who knows if he can cut it? I’m only 22. Straight out of California, some may say I’m cocky, but don’t get me wrong: you have to be cocky to be successful in this business in my opinion. And that’s exactly what I’m going to be, successful. And quite frankly, I believe that no one in GWA can stop me. Not Kamikazee, not Just Kirby and certainly not Ben Agin! You three all better be ready…When you step in the ring with me…You better be ready for a hurtin’…You’re going to get an ass kicking, courtesy of ‘THE BAD BOY!’…”

(The GWA logo fades up again as we see Blaze eating his burger as GWA Cuts to commercial.)