[ The scene opens to a scene of Quads Gym on North Broadway in Chicago. ]
:: SCENE 1 ::
[ It's around 4 o' clock in the afternoon and the gym is beginning to fill a little more. About have the machines are filled and the camera pans over to a shot of TheStorm doing some dead lifts. After about 30 reps with the immense amount of weight, he sets the equipment down and takes a deep breath and Paul Williamson walks in from off camera. TheStorm fans his shirt which is covered in sweat from a long 6 hour work out session. He looks over and notices Paul and sits down on the bench nearby. ]
TheStorm: Good to see ya, Paul.
Paul Williamson: Yeah, you too.
TheStorm: So what were you able to find out?
Paul Williamson: I made up a report. We can look at it over dinner tonight. I have a reservation at Little Villa. Pretty good place. I've ate there before. Good drinks too.
TheStorm: Sounds like a plan. I'm almost done with this workout. I will probably take the next couple days off of the gym to concentrate on the match coming up. I don't know about those other hurdles, but I'm not going to underestimate this match. Lucente really wants to challenge the stamina and pure physical force of the competitors. He wouldn't make a match like this if he didn't think these wrestlers would be able to take the punishment. I really think he wants to teach some lessons.
Paul Williamson: Which is exactly why you had better be ready for it.
TheStorm: When I first started here in the XWF, I knew that my first match would be one of the toughest I'll ever fight. It's beginning to seem like a cake walk. These other people talk like they have already won and are ready to go for a title. What morons! Seriously. I'm not complaining. This over-eagerness is going to let me crush them in the ring because their heads are somewhere else.
Paul Williamson: Okay. But you better have your mind in the right place, too. I know you want to start with a good impression, but if you just keep thinking about your image, it's going to blind you in the ring. Put it all aside. You have plenty of time to make a name for yourself.
TheStorm: My ego is plenty in check. Don't go after me about my asperations. I plan to be the best in the business and nothing is going to stop that. Not even an Xtreme Elimination match. I've said it before, I hope Lucente sends 100 opponents into that ring. They will all fall at my hands.
Paul Williamson: Alright tiger. Chill. Let's finish your workout and then get ready for our meeting tonight. There's a lot of information to talk about and if you are somewhere else, you will not be at all ready for that match this week. It's coming fast and you need to hear this.
TheStorm: Paul. I'll be fine. That's why I'm taking the next couple days off of the gym. I want to be able to focus on the match and my opponents.
Paul Williamson: There is something that I wanted to mention to you before dinner. This guy named the Tyrant. He keeps yapping about how he doesn't think you are helping hype this match. He thinks that this match isn't hardcore enough and that you're afraid of getting your hands dirty.
TheStorm: I heard. I've been looking at some of these children. This guy doesn't even worry me. He doesn't know what hype is. It sure as hell isn't just talking about a match. That just makes you a moron with a lot of hot air to blow out. Hype happens when the fans are ready to see someone crush another in the ring. I can tell you that this match is hyped enough. Those XWF fans are ready to see me humiliate Tyrant and the rest of those clowns in the ring. They'll see what hype really means when they are on their back and staring at the ceiling with me standing over them.
Paul Williamson: But about you being hardcore? He thinks that no one in that ring can handle him. And for some odd reason, he keeps mentioning being a champ in HCW.
TheStorm: Who ever they are... I feel really sorry for them that this fish represented the best of their hardcore division. Pitiful. It makes me want to cry from laughing so hard. If he wants hardcore, he'll get dominated in that ring enough not to know the difference.
Paul Williamson: So you don't think he's a threat at all?
TheStorm: Ha! There are more dangerous stray cats than this guy. I really don't know who's going to present the biggest challenge.
Paul Williamson: There you go again. Letting your big head get in the way of this match.
TheStorm: Whatever. I have no doubt in my mind that I will be the victor of this bout. No one in that ring wants this win more than I do. I don't care what they say that they may do in the ring. They are just lying to themselves inside.
Paul Williamson: Sure big shooter. Let's finish here and start looking at that info.
[ The two men walk over to the leg press and TheStorm gets ready to begin another set of reps as the camera fades out on the floor of Quads Gym. ]
::SCENE 2::
[ The scene opens to a shot of TheStorm and Paul Williamson walking into the Little Villa restaurant. ]
[ Once they walk through the door, Paul Williamson gives his friend at the podium a nod and the two walk into a corner booth in a section of the restaurant that is unoccupied. The smell of smoke is slight but noticable. The two men take a seat and Paul Williamson pulls out a slightly thick file folder and sets it to the side. ]
Paul Williamson: I can't wait. I haven't ate here in ages. Great stuff.
TheStorm: I hope it's as good as you say it is. We have a lot to do and I need something to take my mind off the stress of the upcoming match.
Paul Williamson: No worries. We can always get you completely f*cked up and wasted out of your gourd. Ha ha ha.
TheStorm: Funny guy.
[ Just then, a waiter walks up in the traditional "penguin" uniform and pulls out a pen and paper. ]
Waiter: Hello. My name is Rog. I'll be your waiter. Would you be ready to order?
Paul Williamson: I'll take a plate of Mostaciolli topped with meat sauce and a bottle of your best white wine.
TheStorm: I'll just take some buttered Rotini topped with a grilled chicken breast. Do you have MGD on tap?
Waiter: Of course. Thanks fellas.
[ With that, the waiter writes the order on his pad of paper and walks away. Paul Williamson opens his file folder and rifles through the reports he's made. ]
Paul Williamson: Okay. Let's get down to business. I've been doing some digging in the promo's and some backstage talk and gossip.
TheStorm: Alright. Start us out.
Paul Williamson: There really seems to be an ongoing theme with these new guys. I don't know why. First, Matt Sharper. He's really playing off this attack from Showdown and feels that he's got what it takes to win this match because of it.
TheStorm: Because he attacked a few people at a small event? What a load! My mother attacks people when they're not expecting it. To think that he's got an iota of talent to keep up with me. I could run circles around this guy before he even knows the bell has rung.
Paul Williamson: He also seems distracted by eager "fan" types. He keeps playing the bachelor game and trying to pick up women.
TheStorm: I hope so. This guy is going to be a pushover. All that talent and he's going to waste it trying to look good for a couple women. Probably ugly. More than likely uglier than f*ck. I can't wait to ruin that pretty face he thinks he has.
Paul Williamson: We talked a little about the Tyrant at the gym. One of the competitors who are thinking about the Ironman championship already.
TheStorm: What is it with these guys and over-eagerness? I bet if I offered this guy a Snickers bar if he lost, he would go for it. Ha ha ha ha. I may just decide to bring that candy bar just to ram it down his throat after I beat him.
Paul Williamson: Now you're thinking funny. But let's not mess around here. We still have a lot to talk about and we've barely started. Shane Alexander is next. The self proclaimed "greatest".
TheStorm: I've seen some of his stuff. What about him?
Paul Williamson: He could prove to be a threat. He sounds like a wrestler, but acts like a child. I have to admit Greg, you were right. These guys keep saying that they aren't taking this match lightly, but I think they're lying to themselves also. This guy sounds very distracted. He's got his multi-whatever wanna-be manager that keeps tailing him around. Then, just like I said earlier, another competitor with his eyes on women instead of a win. He was talking about getting a manager named St. Claire or something. Then, sleeping with her. I guess this guy really has his priorities mixed up.
TheStorm: No sh*t. What kind of manager is she going to be when she comes down to the ring? He's going to keep thinking about what a nasty f*ck she is and then about the burning case of gonorrhea she gave him. I wish I could come up with a better ring-side distraction for him. It will be rather funny to see him itch his crotch every time he looks at her. Ha ha ha ha.
Paul Williamson: Wow. You really make light of some of these situations.
TheStorm: C'mon Paul. What kind of job would this be if I couldn't have a little fun? It will be fun to beat the snot out of these self-proclaimed "attractive" wrestlers, and then make a bloody mess out of their figures. They'll be lucky if they can buy action on the street.
Paul Williamson: Alright. Really quick because I see our order coming. I really haven't heard anything from Christopher Idol, Eric Sanders, or Matt Palmeras. I'm not saying that they'll be pushovers. Just keep an eye on those guys and don't underestimate the underdog. The crowd always likes the long shot. Keep yourself prepared in case any of these guys decide they really want to win this one.
[ The waiter comes in from off screen with a tray carrying the two men's orders and drinks. The waiter sets the wine in a table side ice bucket and sets the glass of Miller Genuine in front of TheStorm. ]
Waiter: Okay guys. If there is anything else you need, let me know. Thanks.
[ The waiter walks away and Paul Williamson put the file folder off to the side and pours himself a glass of wine. ]
Paul Williamson: Okay. Once we get back to the hotel, we'll talk about strategies for this match. For now, I'm f*cking starving.
TheStorm: You said it. I have a few things planned that I can pull out of my sleeve for this one. I can't wait.
[ The camera fades away as TheStorm takes a sip of his MGD and the scene then fades to black. ]
