Post by Dean James on Sept 1, 2007 7:57:17 GMT -5
The scene opens in a deserted area, out in the middle of no-mans land. Huge boulders scatter the area like pimples in the face of the earth, small shrubs grow around the area and collect underneath many of the boulders, a few trees are in sight but they are brown and dried up, absolutely nothing in sight seems to be freshly growing, everything seems to be dead.
A small dirt road makes its way through the middle of the small shrubs and large boulders, where the dirt road leads is a mystery, who knows, it may lead to a desert paradise where any desire can become reality, or maybe that’s just a mirage, envisioned by a frail old man wandering the desert looking for the safety and comfort of a town, where he can guzzle down gallons of water and feast on as much food that he desires. Or maybe the road leads to a ghost town where nothing moves, everything is silent and still, a place that seems to have been abandoned many years ago.
The sun is hot and the dried up grass that once was freshly green grass glimmers in the sunlight, dirt and mud now covers the once green grass like a plague feasting on the vulnerable of a dirty suburban town.
Suddenly a snake crawls over the dirt road and slithers towards one of the huge boulders; it then crawls underneath the boulder. Suddenly a rumble is heard, it’s not an earthquake because earthquakes rarely happen in Australia, we get tremors but they a barely big enough to crack a window. No, this rumbling is from something else, a car? No a bus, a bus is making his way down the dirt road, dust kicking up behind the back wheels, it drives past the secluded spot in which the camera has focused on, covering the view in a cloud of dust. The camera follows the bus.
The bus is a white color but due to the constant dust being kicked up around the road the bus is now a dirty brown color. On the front of the bus it reads ‘Australian Bus Lines’.
The bus barely has anyone in it. There is a family sitting at the back of the bus, five children are sitting in the back seat of the bus, three of tem look a like whereas the others don’t, three of the children belong to the parents sitting in the left side seats of the bus just in front of the children on the back seat and the other two belong to the parents sitting in the right side seats of the bus.
An old man is sitting on the left hand side of the bus, a few rows down from the two families up the back, he has a newspaper in hand, the Herald Sun, he is reading the sports section. There is an article he is reading about the recent retirements of Nathan Thompson and Frasier Gehrig from the St. Kilda football club, another article next to it focuses on the possible retirement of mid fielder Robert Harvey, also from the St. Kilda football club.
A few people are sitting up the front, a man and two women occupy separate seats up the front, but these people aren’t what catch our eye, a man sitting in the middle of the bus catches our eye, he is wearing a white muscle shirt and blue jeans, he has a silver necklace around his neck and a pair of Oakley shades are glued to his face, the man has a wet glow from the heat of the sun and the sweat on his face.
At the man’s feet is a black suitcase, a name tag is attached to the handles of the suitcase but we cannot visibly see what it reads. The man has a golden belt over his left shoulder, it glimmers in the sunlight and shines a ray of light on the roof of the bus, and the golden championship looks spectacular in the sunlight. A name plate is placed towards the bottom of the golden championship belt, it reads ‘WGWF Tag Team Champion: Dean James’.
Dean James is staring out to the boredom of the nothingness of the deserted sun-stricken piece of land that is on either side of the dirt road.
Dean James: I have been on this bus for three hours and one of those hours has been spent on this godforsaken dirt road. This road reminds me of something though, no, not something, someone. A man that once use to be a close partner of mine, a protégé, you could say he was my pupil, I saw success in this man, I envisioned championship gold around this man’s waist and I strived to make that man’s dreams a reality, how wrong I was to see anything in that million dollar jackass known as Kash Money.
Dean James: I saw a future in you man, when people told you that you were the weakest link in the greatest faction known as Genesis I stood up for you and told tem that they were wrong, but reality it was me that was in the wrong. I told them that one day in the near future you would make a name for yourself and rise up and capture championship gold. I told them that you were on the verge of being something great, that’s why you were with us, a team of athletes, a team of extremists, a team known for its pure talent, but you let us down Kash, you let me down, opportunity after opportunity we gave you and you never ran with it.
Dean James: When Paul Frost, Adam Barker and ‘Chronic’ Chris Page gave up on you I stood beside you and kept you running in Genesis, I promised them that you were on the verge of being something spectacular, now I wish I never made those filthy accusations, they are all lies. You are nothing Kash Money
Dean James: Now you are hyping up your return to the ring? What do you plan on doing Kash, bore us with your lame return promos? Your constant warnings and return banners? Or maybe its your new persona, your new ‘so called’ attitude? Has the evilness inside you finally consumed you and taken over your brain? Has the serotonin inside finally been given the power to control? Or are you just trying to go down the path of the Golden One and become a Black Reign rip-off?
Dean James: Either way Kash Money, the darkness that consumes your soul doesn’t make you any more of a man; it doesn’t make you any more of an athlete. In actual fact in makes you look pathetic, your not an athlete so you have to rely on ruthless aggression and day-to-day anger that has build up inside you to win matches, I don’t se how that’s going to happen.
Dean James: You’re a ticking time bomb Kash Money and at any second you are going to overload on the thoughts that consume your very soul and you are going to erupt, you are a danger to the roster, a menace to society and you shouldn’t be in the ring. Be gone Kash Money because you are over, your through, your done.
Dean James: Don’t worry though Kash Money, we have found someone to take your place in Genesis, he listens to orders and he is even more sadistic than you could ever imagine. You think you have problems, look at what Genesis’s new hit man has been through, he has witnessed death after death, he is the father of a deceased daughter, he is maniacal, this man is out of control, I am sure you saw him tear up the place about a week back and this week in the gym he powered through 500 pounds of weight lifting.
Dean James: Andrew King is a machine, an animal filled with hatred for the world, he loves to live the lifestyle of a big time player, an A-Lister, he loves the limousines, the beautiful women, the flashy cars, the colorful night clubs but when it comes down to a fight he will be all over you like Anthony Mundine taking on a rookie.
Dean James: You cannot compare to Andrew King, he is everything you are not, the only difference is that you are a millionaire and you cry over spilt milk, he is a self made man who has gone through so much in life to be in the position he is right now, and he has done that with his wits, not his millions of dollars.
Dean James: I may have the nickname of ‘The Iceman’ to back up my style of wrestling in the ring but Andrew King needs a nickname, something to prosper his character, to make his presence known to the world, to show the world that he is no joke. Wait I have something, listen closely……‘The Hitman’ Andrew King……It rolls off the tongue doesn’t it Kash, it describes this maniacal maniac perfectly, and coincidently enough Andrew King is Genesis’s personally hit man.
Dean James: Kash Money you are nothing compared to ‘The Hitman’ Andrew King, you are plain and simply nothing, you are a common man, no, no wait that is too kind, you are pathetic Kash, you have no talent, no in ring ability and without your millions you wouldn’t even be on the active roster. Kash Money, you are inferior to the likes of myself, the other members of Genesis and the newest member of Genesis ‘The Hitman’ Andrew King. Learn to accept it.
The bus pulls in to a small country town. The dirt road is the only road in the town, the town is made up of five small buildings on the left and six on the right. The town looks like a town out of some old country and western movie. The scene fades as the bus stops to let two passengers out.
A small dirt road makes its way through the middle of the small shrubs and large boulders, where the dirt road leads is a mystery, who knows, it may lead to a desert paradise where any desire can become reality, or maybe that’s just a mirage, envisioned by a frail old man wandering the desert looking for the safety and comfort of a town, where he can guzzle down gallons of water and feast on as much food that he desires. Or maybe the road leads to a ghost town where nothing moves, everything is silent and still, a place that seems to have been abandoned many years ago.
The sun is hot and the dried up grass that once was freshly green grass glimmers in the sunlight, dirt and mud now covers the once green grass like a plague feasting on the vulnerable of a dirty suburban town.
Suddenly a snake crawls over the dirt road and slithers towards one of the huge boulders; it then crawls underneath the boulder. Suddenly a rumble is heard, it’s not an earthquake because earthquakes rarely happen in Australia, we get tremors but they a barely big enough to crack a window. No, this rumbling is from something else, a car? No a bus, a bus is making his way down the dirt road, dust kicking up behind the back wheels, it drives past the secluded spot in which the camera has focused on, covering the view in a cloud of dust. The camera follows the bus.
The bus is a white color but due to the constant dust being kicked up around the road the bus is now a dirty brown color. On the front of the bus it reads ‘Australian Bus Lines’.
The bus barely has anyone in it. There is a family sitting at the back of the bus, five children are sitting in the back seat of the bus, three of tem look a like whereas the others don’t, three of the children belong to the parents sitting in the left side seats of the bus just in front of the children on the back seat and the other two belong to the parents sitting in the right side seats of the bus.
An old man is sitting on the left hand side of the bus, a few rows down from the two families up the back, he has a newspaper in hand, the Herald Sun, he is reading the sports section. There is an article he is reading about the recent retirements of Nathan Thompson and Frasier Gehrig from the St. Kilda football club, another article next to it focuses on the possible retirement of mid fielder Robert Harvey, also from the St. Kilda football club.
A few people are sitting up the front, a man and two women occupy separate seats up the front, but these people aren’t what catch our eye, a man sitting in the middle of the bus catches our eye, he is wearing a white muscle shirt and blue jeans, he has a silver necklace around his neck and a pair of Oakley shades are glued to his face, the man has a wet glow from the heat of the sun and the sweat on his face.
At the man’s feet is a black suitcase, a name tag is attached to the handles of the suitcase but we cannot visibly see what it reads. The man has a golden belt over his left shoulder, it glimmers in the sunlight and shines a ray of light on the roof of the bus, and the golden championship looks spectacular in the sunlight. A name plate is placed towards the bottom of the golden championship belt, it reads ‘WGWF Tag Team Champion: Dean James’.
Dean James is staring out to the boredom of the nothingness of the deserted sun-stricken piece of land that is on either side of the dirt road.
Dean James: I have been on this bus for three hours and one of those hours has been spent on this godforsaken dirt road. This road reminds me of something though, no, not something, someone. A man that once use to be a close partner of mine, a protégé, you could say he was my pupil, I saw success in this man, I envisioned championship gold around this man’s waist and I strived to make that man’s dreams a reality, how wrong I was to see anything in that million dollar jackass known as Kash Money.
Dean James: I saw a future in you man, when people told you that you were the weakest link in the greatest faction known as Genesis I stood up for you and told tem that they were wrong, but reality it was me that was in the wrong. I told them that one day in the near future you would make a name for yourself and rise up and capture championship gold. I told them that you were on the verge of being something great, that’s why you were with us, a team of athletes, a team of extremists, a team known for its pure talent, but you let us down Kash, you let me down, opportunity after opportunity we gave you and you never ran with it.
Dean James: When Paul Frost, Adam Barker and ‘Chronic’ Chris Page gave up on you I stood beside you and kept you running in Genesis, I promised them that you were on the verge of being something spectacular, now I wish I never made those filthy accusations, they are all lies. You are nothing Kash Money
Dean James: Now you are hyping up your return to the ring? What do you plan on doing Kash, bore us with your lame return promos? Your constant warnings and return banners? Or maybe its your new persona, your new ‘so called’ attitude? Has the evilness inside you finally consumed you and taken over your brain? Has the serotonin inside finally been given the power to control? Or are you just trying to go down the path of the Golden One and become a Black Reign rip-off?
Dean James: Either way Kash Money, the darkness that consumes your soul doesn’t make you any more of a man; it doesn’t make you any more of an athlete. In actual fact in makes you look pathetic, your not an athlete so you have to rely on ruthless aggression and day-to-day anger that has build up inside you to win matches, I don’t se how that’s going to happen.
Dean James: You’re a ticking time bomb Kash Money and at any second you are going to overload on the thoughts that consume your very soul and you are going to erupt, you are a danger to the roster, a menace to society and you shouldn’t be in the ring. Be gone Kash Money because you are over, your through, your done.
Dean James: Don’t worry though Kash Money, we have found someone to take your place in Genesis, he listens to orders and he is even more sadistic than you could ever imagine. You think you have problems, look at what Genesis’s new hit man has been through, he has witnessed death after death, he is the father of a deceased daughter, he is maniacal, this man is out of control, I am sure you saw him tear up the place about a week back and this week in the gym he powered through 500 pounds of weight lifting.
Dean James: Andrew King is a machine, an animal filled with hatred for the world, he loves to live the lifestyle of a big time player, an A-Lister, he loves the limousines, the beautiful women, the flashy cars, the colorful night clubs but when it comes down to a fight he will be all over you like Anthony Mundine taking on a rookie.
Dean James: You cannot compare to Andrew King, he is everything you are not, the only difference is that you are a millionaire and you cry over spilt milk, he is a self made man who has gone through so much in life to be in the position he is right now, and he has done that with his wits, not his millions of dollars.
Dean James: I may have the nickname of ‘The Iceman’ to back up my style of wrestling in the ring but Andrew King needs a nickname, something to prosper his character, to make his presence known to the world, to show the world that he is no joke. Wait I have something, listen closely……‘The Hitman’ Andrew King……It rolls off the tongue doesn’t it Kash, it describes this maniacal maniac perfectly, and coincidently enough Andrew King is Genesis’s personally hit man.
Dean James: Kash Money you are nothing compared to ‘The Hitman’ Andrew King, you are plain and simply nothing, you are a common man, no, no wait that is too kind, you are pathetic Kash, you have no talent, no in ring ability and without your millions you wouldn’t even be on the active roster. Kash Money, you are inferior to the likes of myself, the other members of Genesis and the newest member of Genesis ‘The Hitman’ Andrew King. Learn to accept it.
The bus pulls in to a small country town. The dirt road is the only road in the town, the town is made up of five small buildings on the left and six on the right. The town looks like a town out of some old country and western movie. The scene fades as the bus stops to let two passengers out.