Post by Union Jack on Aug 23, 2019 4:45:29 GMT -5
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We open to a darkened room and a shaky camera. Slowly, it turns and settles on its target. David Sinclair is shirtless, blurry eyed and visibly hungover.
“Well… It’s Monday morning. I’ve just woke up… I have no idea where I am.”
David looks around the room. He seems to have slept on the floor using couch cushions as a bed. He groans, scratches his head and…
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Atlanta, GA
We see David Sinclair sat in the driver’s seat. He is wearing black sunglasses, a wrinkled white shirt and the grey trousers which completes his common attire; though the suit jacket is missing. In his hand he is holding a Starbucks cup witch he delicately sips from.
“So, last night was the Pay Per View. It went really well. Pretty successful. The crowd were really behind the product…” David turns toward the camera and nods his head. “It was a great first show back.”
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Gate City View - Staff Parking lot
We see David slamming the door of the car and hitting the lock button. He smiles into the camera, looking slightly more awake and alert.
“Well, here we are, back at The View.” David laughs “Last night was pretty heavy. When the show went off the air most of us ended up in The Smart Mark celebrating. A lot of fans came along… pretty sure we broke some capacity regulations there. Joey and I ended up in a motel out by the airport with some Canadian fans who flew in just for the show. From what I remember, it was a good night…” David laughs again. “… A real good night.”
“Hey!” the shouting makes the camera turn, where we see Dan Chase crossing the indoor parking area of the GCW arena. Dan is wearing a pair of blue jeans and a black ‘GCW Staff’ polo shirt presenting the consummate professional that he is; a stark contrast to Sinclair’s clothes from the night before. “Hey, David… Could I get a word?”
The camera cuts back to Sinclair who smiles and nods his head at the camera.
“No rest for the wicked.” Sinclair smiles and turns his attention back to Dan Chase as he makes his way into shot. “Sure Dan, what’s up? By the way, great work last night”
“Yeah, thanks.” Dan awkwardly looks at the camera. “This is actually about last night. Barry and I, we’ve been talking and…” Dan looks at the camera and shakes his head. “Dave, could we do this without the camera?”
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Gate City View – Staff Elevator
We come back to David Sinclair standing against the mirrored wall of an elevator. In the reflection behind him, Joey LaDude is clearly seen holding the camera being used. He too is in last nights Suit. David looks annoyed.
“So… I spoke to Dan. That’s Dan Chase, head referee here in GCW. Essentially, he and another referee are… unhappy… with the distribution of the workload last night. Eh… One of the referee’s only worked one match, meaning the rest had to be divided between the other two. They are… strongly requesting… that another referee is hired as soon as possible.”
“Will the budget stretch to that?”
Sinclair looks earnestly into the camera and sighs.
“I really don’t know.” Sinclair shakes his head. “It was a good show… A great show. Normally, it would have made a huge profit… But we’re going to be covering the costs of the arena repairs, advertising, startup costs and signing bonuses for months yet… I just don’t know.”
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Gate City View – C.W’s Office
Still somehow not having had a moment to change, David Sinclair stands within the halls of the uppermost level of ’The View’.
Before him is a wooden door stained a deep brown, two letters appear on the door in gold, ”C.W.” David gathers his strength and looks down the camera lens.
”Well, no easy way to say this. I’m moments away from walking through that door and basically asking a man who just paid a shit ton of cash to make the Festival of Fights and our relaunch happen, for more money for another referee. Oh, did I mention i’ve never actually needed to even knock on this door yet? Yeah…” David gulps, possibly swallowing his pride and knocks on the mahogany door.
The almost immediate answer to come in took him back a step, Had he been expecting him?
Opening the door, the sound of running water and birds and the rustling of trees surrounds David and the mastermind behind GCW is stunned.
The white sleeves of his dress shirt are rolled up, his suit jacket missing in action. His charcoal pants covered by green wading pants.
Spanning the length of C.W.’s expansive office, a gigantic wading pool stocked with salmon caused his jaw to drop.
”Ummmm, C.W.? I don’t want to be that guy…”
The strain of a fly fishing reel proceeds the mysterious GCW Financier cutting Sinclair off as he laughs, ”Then don’t. Also, out with it kid. You look like a child afraid to ask daddy for money. But before we get to that, grab that rod over there and get in here.”
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Gate City View – GCW Board Room
Sat across a mahogany desk the two stared at each other.
On one side; C.W. The silver-haired and bearded financier of GCW’S revival. A mystery. A man who appeared from nowhere with a seemingly inexhaustible bank account actively wanting to finance the little company that should have ruled the world.
On the other; David Sinclair. The mind behind GCW and the benefactor of C.W.’s interest in taking Gate City to Global. A man likely wanting nothing more than a shower and a change of clothes.
Sat before the GCW Financier, Sinclair looks small in comparison to the ’old lion’. Water can be heard from the wading pool as C.W. Cuts to the chase. ”How much?”
Shifting in his chair just a touch, Sinclair is still dishevelled, the glow of his coffee long since vanishing. ”You see, I can’t actually answer that. Because I don’t know.” Sinclair is clearly a little nervous, uncertain of C.W.’s temperament regarding these sorts of things.
Look past David, C.W. smiles, ”Then what do you need?”
If the man approached things in a no nonsense manner, he probably appreciated it in return. Dropping all pretenses, Sinclair goes to his point.
”Frankly, another referee. Dan and Barry are upset by Freddie’s work load…”
A smirk crosses his face as the mysterious financier cuts him off as he had done earlier. ”That’s not changing. Bottom line. Another ref is cheaper than whatever is in that particular pandora’s box. My only requirements are you hire a female for representation and that you keep their salary reasonable. Reinstating Parsons’ contract was a reminder of why this place went under before.”
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Gate City View – Ring Side
David Sinclair is sat at Ringside in the empty Gate City View. He is behind the Announcers Table, the chair inclined and his feet thrown up on the table as he looks towards the ring. In his hand he is holding a clipboard. “Okay erm..” He looks down at the board and then back toward the ring. “Miss Bucket?”
“Wanda.” Comes the curt reply
“Wanda… Right.” David looks down to the clipboard smirking. “Am I right in saying you used to work for us Wanda? As an in-ring talent I believe?”
“Sure did”
“And you want to work for us again as a… referee?”
“Gotta do somethin’. Ya’ll got rid of all the hot chicks.”
Smirking, David turns to look at the camera and gestures with his head toward the ring. Obediently, Joey turns the camera to get a full look at Miss Wanda Bucket.
Standing in the middle of the ring, Wanda is a truly magnificent sight in her cropped referee’s shirt and black short shorts. Her dirty blonde hair is tied into a tight bun and her almost fluorescent red lipstick is smudged, smeared and half covering her tombstone teeth.
“I see and…” David chuckles. “Well, do you have any experience with refereeing?”
“Well…” Wanda shrugs. “Fucked one once.”
Joey and David laugh.
“Eh that…” David clears his throat before continuing. “…That isn’t quite what I was looking for Wanda. Anyway, let’s move on with this. We’ve arranged a trial match. Mark, Oscar, wanna jump in the ring?”
The camera focuses in on the VIP area where two wrestlers are sat waiting. One is wearing a white mask with tights and the other in a pair of red trunks. They immediately get to their feet and move into the ring. Standing at 6’4” the two men are far smaller than the mighty referee.
“We’ve planned several scenarios to provide a thorough test and ensure you’re capable of fulfilling the role. You’ll see both wrestlers breaking the rules and Joey and I will be watching to see how you deal with this. Are you ready?” Wanda shrugs her shoulders in response to David’s question. He hesitates, then continues. “OK. Mark, Oscar… Start with scenario one. When you’re ready.”
Mark and Oscar start immediately. They circle one another and Wanda visibly jumps, startled by the sudden action. The two men lunge forward and tie up. Oscar, our luchador, kicks Mark in the shin, twists his arm and wrenches it up behind his back. Oscar reaches around the front of Mark’s face and rakes his fingernails across his face. Wanda clenches her teeth and rears toward the two men. She screams “OI! NO!” and shoves Oscar away from Mark, breaking the hold and shocking both men.
“Erm… Ok. Well…” The camera quickly turns back to Sinclair who looks shocked. “That wasn’t exactly what we were expecting to see… But I guess you stopped the illegal action. Just try to be a little more hand’s off, Ok? Right, guys, Scenario two!”
The camera turns back to the action in the ring. Oscar lays down on the mat and Mark grabs his legs applying a figure four leg lock. Oscar struggles. Mark wrenches the ankle. Oscar cries in pain. He pushes himself along on the mat, reaches out his hand and grabs the bottom rope.
Wanda scratches her ass and sniffs her fingers.
Oscar pulls himself closer to the bottom rope.
Wanda adjusts her considerable breasts.
The camera turns back on David. He looks over to Joey and shrugs, then turns back to the ring. “Eh Wanda, Oscar is making contact with the bottom rope. That means Mark is now applying an illegal hold… I think you’re supposed to be counting…”
As the camera turns back to the ring Wanda moves towards the two men. She leans toward them and yells down at them.
“ONE!”
Mark tightens the hold.
“TWO!”
Oscar hooks his arm right around the bottom rope.
“THREE!”
Wanda starts getting visibly annoyed at her count being ignored.
“FOUR!”
She moves closer toward the two men, anger starting to show.
“FIVE!”
Wanda stares at them both, waiting for the hold to be broken. After a moment or two, it’s clear there isn’t going to be a break. Exasperated she shouts at them again “STOP IT YOU!” and suddenly stomps on Mark’s midsection causing the camera to visibly jump.
“WHOA!” David’s yell reflects his surprise.
Wanda reaches down and palms Marks head with one hand, dragging him away from the downed Oscar and pulling him to his feet. The camera is jostling as LaDude moves towards the ring and David is calling “Stop! Wanda! No!” Wanda shoves Mark then pulls him toward herself, lifting him into the air and slamming her head into his causing his nose to explode, splattering blood over both of them and dropping him to the mat.
“CHRIST!” LaDude gasps in shock and focuses the camera on the writing jobber.
“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!” Sinclair screams and the camera moves over to David as he slams a hand on the ring apron. Finally, he angrily turns to the camera and shouts at Joey. “What are you doing?! Turn that thing off no…”
CUT
We open to a darkened room and a shaky camera. Slowly, it turns and settles on its target. David Sinclair is shirtless, blurry eyed and visibly hungover.
“Well… It’s Monday morning. I’ve just woke up… I have no idea where I am.”
David looks around the room. He seems to have slept on the floor using couch cushions as a bed. He groans, scratches his head and…
CUT
Atlanta, GA
We see David Sinclair sat in the driver’s seat. He is wearing black sunglasses, a wrinkled white shirt and the grey trousers which completes his common attire; though the suit jacket is missing. In his hand he is holding a Starbucks cup witch he delicately sips from.
“So, last night was the Pay Per View. It went really well. Pretty successful. The crowd were really behind the product…” David turns toward the camera and nods his head. “It was a great first show back.”
CUT
Gate City View - Staff Parking lot
We see David slamming the door of the car and hitting the lock button. He smiles into the camera, looking slightly more awake and alert.
“Well, here we are, back at The View.” David laughs “Last night was pretty heavy. When the show went off the air most of us ended up in The Smart Mark celebrating. A lot of fans came along… pretty sure we broke some capacity regulations there. Joey and I ended up in a motel out by the airport with some Canadian fans who flew in just for the show. From what I remember, it was a good night…” David laughs again. “… A real good night.”
“Hey!” the shouting makes the camera turn, where we see Dan Chase crossing the indoor parking area of the GCW arena. Dan is wearing a pair of blue jeans and a black ‘GCW Staff’ polo shirt presenting the consummate professional that he is; a stark contrast to Sinclair’s clothes from the night before. “Hey, David… Could I get a word?”
The camera cuts back to Sinclair who smiles and nods his head at the camera.
“No rest for the wicked.” Sinclair smiles and turns his attention back to Dan Chase as he makes his way into shot. “Sure Dan, what’s up? By the way, great work last night”
“Yeah, thanks.” Dan awkwardly looks at the camera. “This is actually about last night. Barry and I, we’ve been talking and…” Dan looks at the camera and shakes his head. “Dave, could we do this without the camera?”
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Gate City View – Staff Elevator
We come back to David Sinclair standing against the mirrored wall of an elevator. In the reflection behind him, Joey LaDude is clearly seen holding the camera being used. He too is in last nights Suit. David looks annoyed.
“So… I spoke to Dan. That’s Dan Chase, head referee here in GCW. Essentially, he and another referee are… unhappy… with the distribution of the workload last night. Eh… One of the referee’s only worked one match, meaning the rest had to be divided between the other two. They are… strongly requesting… that another referee is hired as soon as possible.”
“Will the budget stretch to that?”
Sinclair looks earnestly into the camera and sighs.
“I really don’t know.” Sinclair shakes his head. “It was a good show… A great show. Normally, it would have made a huge profit… But we’re going to be covering the costs of the arena repairs, advertising, startup costs and signing bonuses for months yet… I just don’t know.”
CUT
Gate City View – C.W’s Office
Still somehow not having had a moment to change, David Sinclair stands within the halls of the uppermost level of ’The View’.
Before him is a wooden door stained a deep brown, two letters appear on the door in gold, ”C.W.” David gathers his strength and looks down the camera lens.
”Well, no easy way to say this. I’m moments away from walking through that door and basically asking a man who just paid a shit ton of cash to make the Festival of Fights and our relaunch happen, for more money for another referee. Oh, did I mention i’ve never actually needed to even knock on this door yet? Yeah…” David gulps, possibly swallowing his pride and knocks on the mahogany door.
The almost immediate answer to come in took him back a step, Had he been expecting him?
Opening the door, the sound of running water and birds and the rustling of trees surrounds David and the mastermind behind GCW is stunned.
The white sleeves of his dress shirt are rolled up, his suit jacket missing in action. His charcoal pants covered by green wading pants.
Spanning the length of C.W.’s expansive office, a gigantic wading pool stocked with salmon caused his jaw to drop.
”Ummmm, C.W.? I don’t want to be that guy…”
The strain of a fly fishing reel proceeds the mysterious GCW Financier cutting Sinclair off as he laughs, ”Then don’t. Also, out with it kid. You look like a child afraid to ask daddy for money. But before we get to that, grab that rod over there and get in here.”
CUT
Gate City View – GCW Board Room
Sat across a mahogany desk the two stared at each other.
On one side; C.W. The silver-haired and bearded financier of GCW’S revival. A mystery. A man who appeared from nowhere with a seemingly inexhaustible bank account actively wanting to finance the little company that should have ruled the world.
On the other; David Sinclair. The mind behind GCW and the benefactor of C.W.’s interest in taking Gate City to Global. A man likely wanting nothing more than a shower and a change of clothes.
Sat before the GCW Financier, Sinclair looks small in comparison to the ’old lion’. Water can be heard from the wading pool as C.W. Cuts to the chase. ”How much?”
Shifting in his chair just a touch, Sinclair is still dishevelled, the glow of his coffee long since vanishing. ”You see, I can’t actually answer that. Because I don’t know.” Sinclair is clearly a little nervous, uncertain of C.W.’s temperament regarding these sorts of things.
Look past David, C.W. smiles, ”Then what do you need?”
If the man approached things in a no nonsense manner, he probably appreciated it in return. Dropping all pretenses, Sinclair goes to his point.
”Frankly, another referee. Dan and Barry are upset by Freddie’s work load…”
A smirk crosses his face as the mysterious financier cuts him off as he had done earlier. ”That’s not changing. Bottom line. Another ref is cheaper than whatever is in that particular pandora’s box. My only requirements are you hire a female for representation and that you keep their salary reasonable. Reinstating Parsons’ contract was a reminder of why this place went under before.”
CUT
Gate City View – Ring Side
David Sinclair is sat at Ringside in the empty Gate City View. He is behind the Announcers Table, the chair inclined and his feet thrown up on the table as he looks towards the ring. In his hand he is holding a clipboard. “Okay erm..” He looks down at the board and then back toward the ring. “Miss Bucket?”
“Wanda.” Comes the curt reply
“Wanda… Right.” David looks down to the clipboard smirking. “Am I right in saying you used to work for us Wanda? As an in-ring talent I believe?”
“Sure did”
“And you want to work for us again as a… referee?”
“Gotta do somethin’. Ya’ll got rid of all the hot chicks.”
Smirking, David turns to look at the camera and gestures with his head toward the ring. Obediently, Joey turns the camera to get a full look at Miss Wanda Bucket.
Standing in the middle of the ring, Wanda is a truly magnificent sight in her cropped referee’s shirt and black short shorts. Her dirty blonde hair is tied into a tight bun and her almost fluorescent red lipstick is smudged, smeared and half covering her tombstone teeth.
“I see and…” David chuckles. “Well, do you have any experience with refereeing?”
“Well…” Wanda shrugs. “Fucked one once.”
Joey and David laugh.
“Eh that…” David clears his throat before continuing. “…That isn’t quite what I was looking for Wanda. Anyway, let’s move on with this. We’ve arranged a trial match. Mark, Oscar, wanna jump in the ring?”
The camera focuses in on the VIP area where two wrestlers are sat waiting. One is wearing a white mask with tights and the other in a pair of red trunks. They immediately get to their feet and move into the ring. Standing at 6’4” the two men are far smaller than the mighty referee.
“We’ve planned several scenarios to provide a thorough test and ensure you’re capable of fulfilling the role. You’ll see both wrestlers breaking the rules and Joey and I will be watching to see how you deal with this. Are you ready?” Wanda shrugs her shoulders in response to David’s question. He hesitates, then continues. “OK. Mark, Oscar… Start with scenario one. When you’re ready.”
Mark and Oscar start immediately. They circle one another and Wanda visibly jumps, startled by the sudden action. The two men lunge forward and tie up. Oscar, our luchador, kicks Mark in the shin, twists his arm and wrenches it up behind his back. Oscar reaches around the front of Mark’s face and rakes his fingernails across his face. Wanda clenches her teeth and rears toward the two men. She screams “OI! NO!” and shoves Oscar away from Mark, breaking the hold and shocking both men.
“Erm… Ok. Well…” The camera quickly turns back to Sinclair who looks shocked. “That wasn’t exactly what we were expecting to see… But I guess you stopped the illegal action. Just try to be a little more hand’s off, Ok? Right, guys, Scenario two!”
The camera turns back to the action in the ring. Oscar lays down on the mat and Mark grabs his legs applying a figure four leg lock. Oscar struggles. Mark wrenches the ankle. Oscar cries in pain. He pushes himself along on the mat, reaches out his hand and grabs the bottom rope.
Wanda scratches her ass and sniffs her fingers.
Oscar pulls himself closer to the bottom rope.
Wanda adjusts her considerable breasts.
The camera turns back on David. He looks over to Joey and shrugs, then turns back to the ring. “Eh Wanda, Oscar is making contact with the bottom rope. That means Mark is now applying an illegal hold… I think you’re supposed to be counting…”
As the camera turns back to the ring Wanda moves towards the two men. She leans toward them and yells down at them.
“ONE!”
Mark tightens the hold.
“TWO!”
Oscar hooks his arm right around the bottom rope.
“THREE!”
Wanda starts getting visibly annoyed at her count being ignored.
“FOUR!”
She moves closer toward the two men, anger starting to show.
“FIVE!”
Wanda stares at them both, waiting for the hold to be broken. After a moment or two, it’s clear there isn’t going to be a break. Exasperated she shouts at them again “STOP IT YOU!” and suddenly stomps on Mark’s midsection causing the camera to visibly jump.
“WHOA!” David’s yell reflects his surprise.
Wanda reaches down and palms Marks head with one hand, dragging him away from the downed Oscar and pulling him to his feet. The camera is jostling as LaDude moves towards the ring and David is calling “Stop! Wanda! No!” Wanda shoves Mark then pulls him toward herself, lifting him into the air and slamming her head into his causing his nose to explode, splattering blood over both of them and dropping him to the mat.
“CHRIST!” LaDude gasps in shock and focuses the camera on the writing jobber.
“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!” Sinclair screams and the camera moves over to David as he slams a hand on the ring apron. Finally, he angrily turns to the camera and shouts at Joey. “What are you doing?! Turn that thing off no…”
CUT