Gair
01-25-2005, 12:57 AM
[shadow=tomato:5f063bc345]We view backstage after "The Elite Invasion's" hectic climax... with Samson, basically screaming at himself.[/shadow:5f063bc345]
Samson: DAMNIT!!! NOTHING IN THIS DAMN BUSINESS IS GOING TO GO MY WAY (Punches The Wall)
*Everyone Jumps In Fright*
Samson: That's it... Samson, you've lost you're chance at being at the PPV.
*Samson storms off in a rage, the cameras follow him to the car park, where the valet is waiting for him with his new car*
Valet: Good show tonight wasnt it...
*Samson just growls in anger, and heads towards his car, opens the door, turns the key but the engine doesnt ignite*
Samson: ARRRRRGH!!!
*Samson hops out of his car, turns round, and belts a huge dent in the side of his car with his fist, we then see Samson hop in a taxi, and away it goes.*
*We re now inside a Ford cab... inside is faded and worn leather, and an ageing male driving the cab, he's around the age of 60-70, on the verge of retirement for sure. Samson is in the back, in the sourest of moods. Suddenly...*
Cab Driver: Where are we going?
Samson: Hmmppph, just drive will you... (idiot)
Cab Driver: Tough Day, Tough Guy?
Samson: Is that a hint of sarcasm I hear?
Cab Driver: Don't be so grouchy, I was only asking if you had had a bad day.
Samson: Im sorry man... I understand i should never take my work home with me.
Cab Driver: I seen you in action tonight, what happened to you half way through the fight... you seemed to disappear.
Samson: Being my first day in wrestling, the whole atmosphere and crowd had me taken aback, and it tore me apart to see the ref signal to ring the bell. Now im going to have to watch a PPV that i was detined to be a part of, and now im not. Talk about destroying your hopes, i kind of feel like Bambi... poor little deer in the middle of a place he's never been before, only to see everyone taken away from him... hopefully my story can be successful in the end, just like Bambi's when he kick the crap ooutt.... what am I talking about.
Cab Driver: Continue son, I was listening.
Samson: Thank you man, it's been a while since anyone actually listened to me.
Cab Driver: You may be upset, angry and frustrated at not being able to go to the PPV next week but damn... theres no need to go on the way you have been doing, I mean, you are a big man, basically with the physique of any young mans dream, but you are going to blow it all away if you continue to snap like that.
Samson: Maybe you're right, I may be too young, and unsophisticated but it's going to be my mental state which is going to get me places... right?
Cab Driver: Exaclty! Now you're going to have to get your act together, get to the next show... whether it be Wednesday Night Wildside, or even showing up as a viewer at the PPV.
Samson: Yeah you are right... thanks a lot man, I really appreciate it.
Cab Driver: You still dont recognise me do you.
Samson: 'Huh' (Looking at the fare)
Cab Driver: I said, you still dont recognise me, do you?
*Samson moves forward as the taxi stops outside of a huge hotel style place*
Cab Driver: I was the guy who tampered with your car, I was the guy who hired the valet... Damnit even I bought your car, you didnt recieve it off Timmons or whoever you thought had bought you it. And I planned this whole thing, me and you meeting outside the car park, and for you to hop inside my Cab.
*Samson try's to open the door, he pushes and pushes, but to no avail, the old guys eyes light up as he looks back towards Samson.*
Cab Driver: Have you got a problem, do you not like my service?
Samson: Where are we? Let me out of the car.
Cab Driver: We are outside of my house, this is the place where im going to train you into a huge superstar...and to hit the heights of the WcE.
Samson: Ok, now you are scaring me old man, tell me what you want... i'll even give you a tip on your fare.
Cab Driver: You don't believe me do you? Come on...
*He opens the door and walks towards the big "hotel"*
Samson: This can't be your house... seriously, this whole thing is your house... its gotta be like 20 storeys high.
Cab Driver: It's an old hotel, i bought it after i hit the big time in PBW
Samson: PBW? My old federation?
Cab Driver: Thats right...
Samson: So that means, I should know you. What are you doing here? You are supposed to be in England obviously Penshaw Backyard Wrestling is only a local federation.
Cab Driver: I left PBW after a big row with the CEO's. I then came out here looking for you. Just give me a chance to train you up, and we will destroy the WcE together.
Samson: You sound pretty hyped up about this old man... sure, if you believe its possible to make me a champion... do it!
Cab Driver: If I dont do it, i will never bother you again within the rest of your career,But I will get you trained up...
Both Together: It's My Goal...
Samson: My god, it's you... you're my father.
Big Sam: Thats me, Ol' Big Sam, your father...
*Samson and Big Sam now walking through the door to the house, Samson looking confused and a little teary, and Big Sam looking delirious that he has finally found his son."
*Scene Fades Out*
Samson: DAMNIT!!! NOTHING IN THIS DAMN BUSINESS IS GOING TO GO MY WAY (Punches The Wall)
*Everyone Jumps In Fright*
Samson: That's it... Samson, you've lost you're chance at being at the PPV.
*Samson storms off in a rage, the cameras follow him to the car park, where the valet is waiting for him with his new car*
Valet: Good show tonight wasnt it...
*Samson just growls in anger, and heads towards his car, opens the door, turns the key but the engine doesnt ignite*
Samson: ARRRRRGH!!!
*Samson hops out of his car, turns round, and belts a huge dent in the side of his car with his fist, we then see Samson hop in a taxi, and away it goes.*
*We re now inside a Ford cab... inside is faded and worn leather, and an ageing male driving the cab, he's around the age of 60-70, on the verge of retirement for sure. Samson is in the back, in the sourest of moods. Suddenly...*
Cab Driver: Where are we going?
Samson: Hmmppph, just drive will you... (idiot)
Cab Driver: Tough Day, Tough Guy?
Samson: Is that a hint of sarcasm I hear?
Cab Driver: Don't be so grouchy, I was only asking if you had had a bad day.
Samson: Im sorry man... I understand i should never take my work home with me.
Cab Driver: I seen you in action tonight, what happened to you half way through the fight... you seemed to disappear.
Samson: Being my first day in wrestling, the whole atmosphere and crowd had me taken aback, and it tore me apart to see the ref signal to ring the bell. Now im going to have to watch a PPV that i was detined to be a part of, and now im not. Talk about destroying your hopes, i kind of feel like Bambi... poor little deer in the middle of a place he's never been before, only to see everyone taken away from him... hopefully my story can be successful in the end, just like Bambi's when he kick the crap ooutt.... what am I talking about.
Cab Driver: Continue son, I was listening.
Samson: Thank you man, it's been a while since anyone actually listened to me.
Cab Driver: You may be upset, angry and frustrated at not being able to go to the PPV next week but damn... theres no need to go on the way you have been doing, I mean, you are a big man, basically with the physique of any young mans dream, but you are going to blow it all away if you continue to snap like that.
Samson: Maybe you're right, I may be too young, and unsophisticated but it's going to be my mental state which is going to get me places... right?
Cab Driver: Exaclty! Now you're going to have to get your act together, get to the next show... whether it be Wednesday Night Wildside, or even showing up as a viewer at the PPV.
Samson: Yeah you are right... thanks a lot man, I really appreciate it.
Cab Driver: You still dont recognise me do you.
Samson: 'Huh' (Looking at the fare)
Cab Driver: I said, you still dont recognise me, do you?
*Samson moves forward as the taxi stops outside of a huge hotel style place*
Cab Driver: I was the guy who tampered with your car, I was the guy who hired the valet... Damnit even I bought your car, you didnt recieve it off Timmons or whoever you thought had bought you it. And I planned this whole thing, me and you meeting outside the car park, and for you to hop inside my Cab.
*Samson try's to open the door, he pushes and pushes, but to no avail, the old guys eyes light up as he looks back towards Samson.*
Cab Driver: Have you got a problem, do you not like my service?
Samson: Where are we? Let me out of the car.
Cab Driver: We are outside of my house, this is the place where im going to train you into a huge superstar...and to hit the heights of the WcE.
Samson: Ok, now you are scaring me old man, tell me what you want... i'll even give you a tip on your fare.
Cab Driver: You don't believe me do you? Come on...
*He opens the door and walks towards the big "hotel"*
Samson: This can't be your house... seriously, this whole thing is your house... its gotta be like 20 storeys high.
Cab Driver: It's an old hotel, i bought it after i hit the big time in PBW
Samson: PBW? My old federation?
Cab Driver: Thats right...
Samson: So that means, I should know you. What are you doing here? You are supposed to be in England obviously Penshaw Backyard Wrestling is only a local federation.
Cab Driver: I left PBW after a big row with the CEO's. I then came out here looking for you. Just give me a chance to train you up, and we will destroy the WcE together.
Samson: You sound pretty hyped up about this old man... sure, if you believe its possible to make me a champion... do it!
Cab Driver: If I dont do it, i will never bother you again within the rest of your career,But I will get you trained up...
Both Together: It's My Goal...
Samson: My god, it's you... you're my father.
Big Sam: Thats me, Ol' Big Sam, your father...
*Samson and Big Sam now walking through the door to the house, Samson looking confused and a little teary, and Big Sam looking delirious that he has finally found his son."
*Scene Fades Out*