Greg, you know I love you dude, and we're bros. The thing is though...dudes don't let other dudes film them in the shower. So if you could take the camera crew and skeedadle...
I got ya Dust, say no more. We just need a few quick words on EFW Rage, what's meant to you, the other boys, and the wrestling business in general. We're documenting the first six months, and you've been here all that time, so what are your thoughts?
Oh. Well the first EFW Rage took place in the Air Canada Centre in Toronto, Canada. I worked the main event in a triple threat match against a guy by the name of Insane Killer and Rufus "The Righteous." I ended up winning that night actually, if you remember Rufus, you know he would take his eye off the match every now and then to pray; well while he was praying for the safety of Insane Killer, I snuck up from behind, rolled him up and got the victory. It was a great night, as are most EFW Rage shows. Rage is the foundation of Elite Fantasy Wrestling because it's the premeire show here, it tells the stories of us, the wrestlers, our weekly routine, wrestling, brawling backstage, our beefs, our friendships. It shows it all, raw human emotion at its best and speaks to everyone on so many different levels. That's what makes EFW Rage great, and i'm thankful the fans have stuck around for these first six months, and I know they'll be there for the next six, and the next six, and the next.
That's a take. Great comments man that'll be a great selling point for the DVD.
Well I meant every word of it Greg. Now, if you'll be so kind as to...
Alright, see you later man.
See ya.
*Greg Dixson and the rest of the crew leave the dressing room, leaving Dusty alone. Normally there are more guys in here, but the show is still going on, so the boys are either going over scouting reports, or nursing their wounds. Dusty takes off his shorts and heads into the shower, turning the knob as far as he can to the right to get the water as hot as possible. Hot water, as everyone knows, kills all the disgusting germs that get on you, and Dusty needs it, seeing that he was sweaty all over, wrestling another man who was sweaty all over, in a ring where numerous sweaty guys a night are doing the same. After the shower, Dusty gets dressed into more casual attire, some blue jeans and a "Dusty J Mania" DHW shirt. He then puts the finishing touches by sliding on an EFW visor. He leaves the locker room after exchanging a few words with the local wrestlers who worked the dark match before Rage went on the air. He wanders down the hallway, searching for Greg. After searching for a few minutes and having no look whatsoever he bumps into his childhood comrad and fellow EFW superstar Rusty G.*
Nah man, I ain't seen him. You see the card for next week though? You got yourself a big match, big match.
Really now? Who against?
That dude...umm...Slayer? Yeah, Slayer.
Oh, well damn, that's going to be interesting. That guy's got some talent i'll tell ya.
You can handle him J Dust. You can handle anyone.
I like to think so. But thanks for that ego stroke anyway.
Ha ha, anytime Dust. Say, you want to go out tonight? There's some poppin' clubs and fine ladies in the ATL this time of night.
Well I need to go find Greg first, he has the keys to the rental car. Not to mention Slayer's match versus Reno Andretti is coming up, i'd like to check that out.
Awww come on Dust, you my wing man! I need you!
I'll go with you, just wait until the show is over. How about you go find Greg and i'm going to go back to the locker room and watch the rest of the matches.
Alright, sounds like a deal. Any idea where he is exactly?
I already checked the cafeteria and he was nowhere in sight, so your guess is as good as mine.
Alright, i'll check you later.
Talk to you later.
*Dusty and Rusty each take off in opposite directions, Dusty heads back to the locker room to watch the upcoming Slayer vs. Reno Andretti match. During the match, Dusty is impressed with the ability on both men, but especially Slayer, since he already had an idea of what Reno brought to the table. Dusty is shocked when Slayer gets distracted by the Troy Cassidy message on the Elitetron. After the match Dusty nods, looking through the tournament bracket when it is flashed on the screen, pondering who will take the EFW Title come Dementia. With the information about Slayer's wrestling style now in tact, he watches the rest of the show. When Rage goes off the air, he sits around the locker room for about ten minutes before Rusty makes his way back in with Greg Dixson.*
Glad to see you guys made it, where'd you end up finding him Rust?
Turns out he was ringside filming some stuff for the DVD, so I had to wait until the show wrapped up to go get him.
Why exactly did you send Rusty to "go get me" anyway man?
You have the rental car keys, Greg.
Oh that's right, I forgot to give you the other set.
So are we ready to hit the scene or what man?
I'm ready when you are Rust.
Where are you guys going?
Just around town some, maybe a club or two, Rusty feels the need to check out southern women.
Maybe do a little more than just checking them out if you know what i'm saying, ha ha.
You want to come Greg? We can hook you up.
I would love to, but Nolin has me working super hard on this DVD project. I might be able to catch up with you later, but it's doubtful, it's exhausting filming all this and making edits.
Ok, just call me man with whatever you decide.
Gotcha, i'll see you two later.
Lates.
*Dusty and Rusty leave the locker room and head towards the parking lot. When they arrive at the rental car Dusty opens it up and hops in, with Rusty G taking shotgun. The two pull out of the arena and into the streets of Atlanta. Dusty looks around for any clubs Rusty wants to go to. Dusty used to be big on this kind of thing, but prefers to relax and study videotape nowadays. After all, you always have to be prepared for your next opponent. Dusty stops at a place that seems to be pretty crowded. He and Rusty get out and make their way into the place, skipping past the line because one of the bouncers recognizes Dusty.*
Hey, you're Dusty J right? And you're his homie Rusty G! I know you guys! From EFW! I saw Rage tonight, you won Dusty good job! But you have that Slayer next week, and he's going to be mighty pissed off because of what happened this week.
You know man I was watching his match, and that definitely was a bogus call. I expect him to get a shot at Reno Andretti if he wins this World Title tournament. He truly has a gripe that warrants President Jeremy Nolin's attention. But before he can get himself too preoccupied with a shot at the Worlds Title, Reno Andretti, or Troy Cassidy, there's still the matter at hand that is me, D-U-S-T, Y? Because we have a match coming up, next week Rage, he wants to prove himself that he could've truly beaten Andretti, one of the quickest rising main event calibur guys in this company, and what better way to do it than beat the most accomplished athelete ever to step foot in the Elite ring. I know this, he knows this, and he knows I know this. It's his one shot, this is his chance to glow, this opportunity comes once in a lifetime...
Hey man...those are lyrics from a song...
Oh snaps, for real?
Yeah man, Eminem.
Bummer. I was thinking if Dusty J and Rusty G ever decided to team up and do an album, those could be words to one of OUR songs.
Who you kidding man? We can't rap.
Correction Rustizzle, YOU can't rap.
You want to battle we can battle right here man, lets do this thing.
Alright, go for it Rusty.
Somebody give me a beat.
*The bouncer, now completely unconcerned with retaining order in the line, begins his imitation of a beatbox. Rusty starts off with the typical "Yo, yo, yo, here it goes" routine, but before he can begin his rap, an impatient line of people starts barging into the bar. The bouncer grabs the first couple of guys that try to get through, but it becomes too much for him as the crowd knocks him down, running him over and getting into the club. Dusty and Rusty help the bouncer up after the rest of the people have run into the bar.*
Damn man, i'm sorry. Are you ok?
Well i'm not feeling so hot anymore, but yeah, i'll survive, all is well in my world...except this possible concussion.
Those people are savages man.
Tell me about it, I have to deal with rude people every night. Not to mention all the drunks that try to leave the bar with their drinks, and I have to split up all these stupid fights.
So what's your name man?
Brendan, Brendan Shore.
*Dusty looks Brendan up and down. He's 6'6" at least, and about 275 pounds, definitely the bouncer type. Dusty thinks a moment about the troubles of being a bouncer, wondering what kind of hell it would be to do the job. Being so small, there is not a chance anybody would hire him to do it, but perhaps he can do a favor for this average guy...*
Say Brendan, how about you come work for me?
For you? What? How?
Well after seeing the things that go on in wrestling, you know as well as I do that it isn't always fair. Well how about you come in and be my manager, my hand.
You mean come out to the ring with you and stuff like that? Make sure there's no funny business going down?
That's exactly what I mean, are you up for it or what?
Well yeah, hell yeah!
Good, i'll take your number and call you when it's time to head out to Rage next week, you can start then.
Awesome...this is great...thanks Dusty, I owe you a bundle!
*Dusty and Rusty exchange handshakes with Brendan and Dusty takes the big man's number. Then the three go in the club and mingle with fans, who are awestruck at the sight of two popular wrestlers in their club. Dusty happily signs some autographs when a punk starts yelling at him.*
Well if it isn't Dusty J! How you doing punk? HUH?
I think you're a little hammered dude...just go back to your business ok?
Or you'll do what punk? Put one of your little wrestling holds on me? That ain't going to work, because i'm a real fighter, you're just some stupid phony pretending he can fight, you ain't nothing!
For the final time, i'm asking you to just please leave me...
*Before Dusty can finish the man takes the beer bottle in his hand and motions towards Dusty's head, but Brendan Shore intercepts his wrist and slams the bottle into the drunk's own head. The drunk then falls backward.*
Are you alright Dusty?
Yeah you ok man?
Well yeah I am, thanks Brendan.
It's what i'm here for.
Well, I guess that means you're starting now huh?
It would be my pleasure, boss.
