| Subject: Meeting with an old friend, Jobber's first match |
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The Crippler
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Date Posted: 00:48:41 03/04/02 Mon
(The scene opens in a small coffee shop in St.Louis. Inside we see The Crippler sitting at a table taking a sip off his cup of coffee. A cigarrete sits in the ash tray not being smoked, beside the days newpaper. Crippler sips off his coffee and sets it back down on the table next to the ashtray. He then immediately picks his smoke up and takes a drag off of it. He uses one hand to unfold the newspaper, and the other to put his cigarette out. He searches through the paper and finds sports, then throws the rest of the paper on the floor. On the front page the CWA has made news by re-starting their magazine. On the front is a picture of Ty Dhomie shaking hands with Robbie B. holding a copy of the first issue. Crippler shakes his head.)
Crippler: What a load of shit.
(He then flips through the paper to the wrestling section, and the main header is "New Wrestlers Invade CWA." Crippler's picture is next to the column, and so is Jobber's as well. As he starts to read the article a ding is heard signaling someone is entering the coffee shop. Crippler looks over his shoulder and its none other than Simply Sexy. Sexy looks at him and nods, and begins to make his way over.)
Sexy: Jason.
Crippler: Dustin. Have a seat.
(Sexy pulls a chair out and sits down, and Crippler folds the newspaper up and throws it on the floor with the other pile.)
Sexy: How are things going?
Crippler: Good. How are things with you?
Sexy: Actually things are going great. It feels great to get away from professional wrestling, you know?
Crippler: No I dont.
Sexy: So are Nash and Hall treating you well?
Crippler: How else would they treat me?
Sexy: Well from what I heard, at first Hall wasnt to big on you.
Crippler: Everything is peachykeen. We are taking care of business.....Well I am.
Sexy: Well give it time, J2H got the best of them, it happens sometimes.
Crippler: Thats why I dont run my mouth off. I dont want to have to go through the embarrasment of talking shit I cant back up.
Sexy: Thats a good thing.
(A waitress comes over to the table.)
Waitress: Ummm sir we dont leave the newspaper on the floor here.
Crippler: You dont? Well I do.
Waitress: Listen up you asshole I (Cut off)
Sexy: I will get it.
(Sexy leans down to the ground and gets the newspaper and sets it on the table. The waitress gives Crippler a dirty look, as Crippler stares at here with a lifeless look.)
Waitress: Thank you sir. Hey arent you that wrestler?
Sexy: No.
Waitress: I could have sworn you are Simply Sexy.
Sexy: You must have me mixed up.
Waitress: I could have sworn.
Sexy: Yeah. I'll take a expresso please.
(The waitress takes his order and leaves.)
Crippler: Why are you such an ass kisser?
Sexy: An ass kisser? I dont see myself as being an ass kisser in that situation, I look at it as being respectful in a place of business.
Crippler: And why didnt you tell her you are Simply Sexy?
Sexy: Because I am not Simply Sexy. I am Dustin Masterson.
Crippler: Bullshit. What the fuck made you go through this drastic change?
Sexy: Well that was wrestling, this is life. I cant get through life being a dick to every person I meet.
Crippler: I am, and I live life fine.
Sexy: Thats you man. I have went that path. For now I am going to go back to making myself happy, and that means no more Sexy, no more wrestling.
Crippler: Well whatever floats your boat.
(The waitress comes back over with Sexy's expresso. She sets it on the table and smiles at him, and returns to work. Crippler reaches in his pocket and pulls out a cigarette. He lights it up, and takes a drag. Sexy then reaches over and takes it out of his mouth and puts it out.)
Crippler: What the fuck are you doing?
Sexy: If you are going to be in CWA, you cant be doing this shit.
Crippler: Who the fuck made you God?
Sexy: Listen this company is big time. This isnt some fucking indy promotion where every wrestler is an amatuer.
Crippler: And what the fuck do you mean by that comment?
Sexy: I am not taking anything away from you Jason. You have talent, dont get me wrong. But if you smoke a pack a day, your going to be winded 3 minutes into the match.
Cripper: I am a grown man I can do what I want.
Sexy: Do you want to win? Because if you do, smoking isnt helping. As a matter of fact give me that pack of cigarettes.
Crippler: Fuck you.
Sexy: Jason. I have been in the big leagues longer than you. I know the do's and dont's. Give me those god damn cigarettes.
(Crippler silently mouth's him, then reaches in his pocket and pulls the pack out. He slides them across the table. Sexy picks them up and smashes them.)
Crippler: Christ man! You fucking asshole!
Sexy: I am doing this for you man.
Crippler: That was 4 dollars! I could have quit after that pack.
Sexy: You'll quit now. So who exactly are you targeting here in CWA anyways?
Crippler: I got a few people.
Sexy: Havoc?
Crippler: I talked shit to him, but he never said anything. He is to much of a pussy to reply because he knows I will beat his ass.
Sexy: Ok so who else?
Crippler: Synnester.
Sexy: You think Synnester is going to fight you? He has bigger fish to fry man. He has a title shot in 3 weeks. He isnt going to fart your way, let alone fight you. You know who you should fight?
Crippler: Who?
Sexy: That new guy. Jobber.
Crippler: Why the fuck would I want to fight him. I want gold now.
Sexy: You cant just get gold, you have got to move through the line man. The whole company is above you. You havent fought one match.
Crippler: So you think I should start with Jobber?
Sexy: Yeah, and after him, then address the big guys.
Crippler: Ok. I'll fight him this Saturday.
Sexy: You need to talk to Ty A.S.A.P. and let him know. Then go in Saturday and make a name for yourself.
Crippler: I'll get on that.
Sexy: Well I better get going. I have a few arrons I have to run.
Crippler: Ok. I'll talk to you tomorrow.
Sexy: Alright man.
(Sexy reaches in his pocket and throws a $20 dollar bill down.)
Sexy: Thats for my drink, and a tip to make up for your rudeness.
Crippler; Yeah Yeah.
Sexy: Later Jason.
Crippler: See ya Dustin.
(Sexy walks out of the coffee shop and is out of sight. Crippler looks at the ash tray and sighs. He then looks at the $20 and smiles. He then reaches over and picks it up and pockets it. The waitress comes back over to collect the money for the expresso and her tip from Sexy who is gone. She looks at the table and then at Crippler.)
Waitress: Where did he go?
Crippler: Who?
Waitress: That guy who was here.
Crippler: Oh he left.
Waitress: Where is his money for the bill?
Crippler: I dont know, I guess he just walked out.
Waitress: What a fucking asshole!
Crippler: Yep.
(The waitress takes Sexy's old expresso and storms off to the front as Crippler sits in his seat with an evil smirk on his face. Fade to black.)
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