Post by Mongo the Destroyer on Sept 18, 2020 19:39:51 GMT -5
7am
*We open inside of the SHW training facility. Newly-hired trainer Nelly Angel is standing by a folding table with one of the trainees, Paige Mansfield as they are holding pop cans.*
Nelly: Yeah, oh- and thank Owen for buying everyone drinks this morning!
*He toasts the can and goes to open it. Her eyes suddenly widen.*
Paige: Wait, my bro-
*It’s too late, Nelly has opened the can, and Paige has gotten a face full of the orange delight inside. Nelly quickly trying to lap up the foaming orange pop as it runs all over his hands.*
Paige: [BLEEEEEEEEEEEEP] IT OWEN! I’M GOING TO [BEEEEEEEEP]!
*She stomps off still presumably cursing, the level of anger she’s producing is surprising even Nelly, as we can see on his face.*
8am
*We pick back up outside the facility as Nelly is running ahead of eight or so young wrestlers under his charge. He turns around and runs backwards.*
Nelly: Come on guys! If you can’t keep up with me how are you gonna get onto a global show in the future? Keep it up! Harder!
*They’re keeping up but everyone, Nelly included, is already looking a little flushed.*
Nelly: Ok….let’s just aim for an FWA show first…
9am
*Next we find ourselves with the majority of the Scarborough Heritage Wrestling crew standing in a semi-circle. In the center is Owen Mansfield sitting on a folding chair. In front of him at a folding table are sat his twin sister (Paige), Nelly (in the center), and Georgia Whittmaier*
Nelly: And so it has been decided that in order to make proper restitution for your little boner this morning-
*Owen, and several others chuckle*
Nelly: -that you’re buying us all lunch today.
10am
*We open inside of the ring as IWA:SHW wrestler Van Karlson- known here as Lewis Karlson, is going over some moves with Nelly.
Karlson: Say coach, I was wondering if you could teach me the Domini-Lock
*Nelly is a little taken aback*
Nelly: Well uh- um- if you wanna learn that- I mean I could but you should probably learn it from the source.
*Van Karlson stares at Nelly.*
Nelly: You know, from Lord Dominicus….it’s his move.
*Van Karlson continues to stare at Nelly.*
Nelly: What? I mean, yeah, I can teach it to you. But I think you’d be better off studying some dominita- some tapes of Lord Dominicus as he’s the origini-
*Van Karlson has not moved or blinked.*
Nelly: ….
*He sighs.*
Nelly: Fine, go get a training dummy and then get on one knee.*
*Lewis goes to the edge of the ring.*
Karlson: HEY PETE, GET OVER HERE, I’M GONNA STRETCH YOU!
*Nelly winces, this is not going the way he expected.*
11am
*We’re back in the ring as Nelly is holding a stopwatch and barking at James Princeton, one of the smallest guys under his care. He’s running some sort of speed-based drills around the ring.*
Nelly: ALRIGHT BACK ON TOP! OK ONTO THE APRON! OVER THE ROPE! SLIDE TO OUTSIDE! FASTER! AGAIN, INSIDE! UP TOP! ONTO THE APRON! It doesn’t matter how big the other guy is if you’ve got superior speed and skill! COME ON HUSTLE! AGAIN!
12pm
*We find everyone sitting around a few folding tables put together. There’s a veritable smorgasbord of….delivered pizza from the local pizzeria- oh and two liters of pop aplenty but those were probably free with a purchase of this size. Everyone is digging in. We zoom in on Jake Joseph, who despite us not seeing him running with the pack earlier still looks pretty worn out. He reaches for one of the open boxes and suddenly finds Owen Mansfield’s hand on his wrist. Owen leans to Jake’s ear.*
Owen: Not the cheese.
*Slowly Jack pulls his hand back and chuckles.*
1pm
*Sparring time, Jonathan Boone is locked up with Georgia but eventually just pushes her over.*
Jonathan: Come on! Is this all you can do!?
*Nelly immediately calls from outside the ring.*
Nelly: WOAH JONATHAN, OUT RIGHT NOW!
*Boone groans and glares at Georgia as he rolls out of the ring with more attitude than a teen that just got told they couldn’t borrow the car. Nelly gets in his face.*
Nelly: Look here! You’ll get your shot, ok? You’ll get your shot but you’re not gonna get there any faster by pulling stunts like that. We’re all in this together.
Jonathan: Get our shot? Where’s your titles?
*Nelly’s clearly taken aback, but keeps his cool and is right back up in Boone’s face.*
Nelly: They’re on my wall, where are yours? GET IN THE RING, WE’RE STARTING AGAIN AND DOING IT RIGHT THIS TIME!
*He knows Nelly is right but he’s still a little hot. But Boone does wanna learn and rolls back in to start again.*
2pm
*Back in the ring, Colin Lowe- who doesn’t even look like a wrestler- is perched on the top rope. He does not look real happy to be there as he white knuckles the top ropes.*
Nelly: Alright, so then I grab you, lift yo-
*Nelly tries to lift Colin off the top rope, but he’s still got an iron grip on the ropes. Nelly sighs and steps back.*
Nelly: Colin you gotta learn how to take these falls.
Colin: Coach, can I ask you a question?
Nelly: Sure
Colin: How do you do it? Like I love wrestling but everything is a lot harder hitting than I guess it looks- I mean, it looks hard but the guys doing it…
Nelly: No no, I get you. So I actually didn’t start out as a wrestler.
*Lowe relaxes on the top since Nelly seems focused on the conversation.*
Colin: Wait, really?
Nelly: No I was an interviewer for the BDDWF- I didn’t think I could hack it as a wrestler but I wanted to be close to the sport because I love it- and I love the atmosphere, all of this, I love it.
Colin: Then how did you start wrestling?
Nelly: Haha, so there was this tournament for us smaller guys and I got entered in sort of as a hazing joke but as it turns out-
*Nelly suddenly straightens up.*
Nelly: Uh…welcome Mr. Trudeau…
*The trainee turns his head to look at whatever Nelly is talking about- only to have the former XHF Junior Heavyweight Champion underneath him and launching him off the top to the mat!
Colin: AAAAAAHHHHHHH-
3pm
*In a training room Nelly is standing crossly, with his arms crossed. In front of him Owen Mansfield is doing squats and looking real hot and uncomfortable.*
Nelly: Yeah and you’re gonna keep doing these until your sister, Pete, and Mike from Maintenance regain control of their…..faculties.
*Mansfield is sweating up a storm as he pushes through each squat.*
Owen: Worth it.
*Nelly just keeps watching and quietly counting off the reps.*
Owen: Oh, coach?
Nelly: Yeah?
Owen: Can you apologize to Mike…the maintenance guy for me? I didn’t realize you were gonna give the leftovers to the other staff.
*His trainer chuckles and cracks a light smile.*
Nelly: Yeah, don’t worry about it. BUT I DIDN’T SAY YOU COULD SLOW DOWN! COME ON! ONE! TWO! THREE! FEEL THE BURN, OWEN!
4pm
*Coming out of the ring, Pete Patterson sits down on the ring apron across from Nelly who has been watching his performance.*
Nelly: What’s up, Pete?
*Patterson sighs.*
Pete: It’s just- well At Battle for the Arts I’m debuting against Paul Wall and….and he lives up to his name. I’ve got just three minutes, but I don’t know if I can even last one against him. I mean- how do I recover from something like that?
Nelly: Physically, or mentally?
*Nelly is met with one of the most sincere looks from a young man who’s been losing sleep over what’s supposed to be the biggest night of his career so far.*
Pete: Yes.
*”Coach Angel” understands immediately. With a half smile he walks over and sits next to Pete on the ring apron to start a heart-to-heart- but we fade out from that.*
5pm
*It’s been a long day, the trainees are all sitting on the facility’s floor as Nelly goes over the day.*
Nelly: I think we made a lot of progress today guys! Colin even practiced landings! The key is to keep at it, hone your skills, and find out who you are as we get closer to your big days.
*He specifically looks over at Pete Patterson while delivering that last line.*
Nelly: Now then, any questions? Yes, Lewis?
Karlson: How come you’re here?
Nelly: I’ve gotten my whole life from wrestling and I wanted to give the experience I learned back.
Jonathan: Yeah yeah, but why are you here in Canada? Weren’t you from California? I heard that Lord Dominicus got scouted to NPW after MCCW closed.
Nelly: What are you trying to insinuate?
Jonathan: …That you also got scouted?
*Nelly relaxes a little.*
Nelly: Oh! I mean, no, I just recognized that SHW had this program and I had a good opportunity here to do some good. Anyone else?
Georgia: Are you going to be at the show?
Nelly: At Battle for the Arts? Yeah!
Jake: I didn’t see your name on the card.
*Angel clears his throat.*
Nelly: …I am in the SHW Rumble, which technically means I’m already in title contention- Jon
*He looks at Jonathan Boone pointedly*
Nelly: Yes, James?
James: Is the hashtag true? Are you really a he-
Nelly: ALRIGHT THEN! So first off let’s try avoiding the dirt sheets and their lingo, secondly, why don’t we cool down with some more laps!
*Everyone groans and gets up, a few guys shoot James Princeton eye-daggers*
6pm
*The trainees have all gone and Nelly is just picking stuff up. He finds a staff member still cleaning up though.*
Nelly: Hey, Mike?
*He has the man’s attention.*
Nelly: Look, uh, the kid who spiked your pizza, he wanted me to apologize for him. He didn’t realize others were gonna eat some.
Mike: Heh…darn kids.
*They smile.*
Nelly: Haha, yeah. Well, comes with the age I suppose. Anyway, I was wondering- do you know any good sports bars in the area? If I’m gonna catch wrestling after watching it here all day I might as well be around others.
Mike: Yeah, I know just the place. Hold on, give me a second and then you can follow my car.*
*He walks off and moments later the lights start to go down on Scarborough Heritage Wrestling for the day. Nelly smiles dryly as he gazes at the ring. Mike (presumably from maintenance) calls*
Mike: HEY NEW GUY, YOU COMING?
Nelly: YEAH, I’LL BE THERE IN A SEC!
*Nelly smiles at the ring one more time, then heads off as we fade out.*