Post by Zane Story on Jun 16, 2017 0:51:50 GMT -5
Zane Story sits behind bars. Surprisingly it’s bright in the jail cell. Zane sits on the bed of the cell with his head down and his hands in front of him locked in cuffs. Loud clicks can be heard coming down the hall and a man with a gruff voice speaks.
Cop: Story?
Zane: Who’s asking?
Cop: Don’t try and play hard kid. That’s how people get hurt.
Zane: by who?
The officer smiles as he slowly unhooks the clasp on his baton.
Zane: Oh, by you? Some fat jock that thinks he’s a bad ass because he has a badge? Please I take hits bigger then you junior.
Cop: What you’re tongue?
Zane: Or what?
The officer’s hand flashes and hits the bars with the baton. Zane doesn’t even move just smiles and lowers his head.
Zane: Gonna have to come in here to get me buddy. When you open that door, I will show you what speed is. Remember, it took four of you fucks to get me in here.
Cop: You know it would be harder for you to talk with your jaw hanging off your face.
Zane: Really? Due tell.
Cop: I know guys like you, living on mommy and daddy’s dollar. Do you know how many guys would love for me to turn my back and let you get your ass kicked? I would love to join them you know. Smash this pretty little rich punk.
Zane: I’m shaking in my skate shoes.
The cop bangs the bars again.
Cops: One day rich boy, one day that trigger might just ...
Mans voice: Might just what?
As a second officer and a man walk into the room the first officer stammers and steps back.
Second Cop: Get the keys to his cell.
First Cop: But I thought Mr. Scott was going to Press Charges?
Man: Charges!? Hardly. I just didn’t want him interrupting my show anymore.
First Cop: Your show?
Second Cop: James, this is Devlin Scott.
James reaches out to shake his hand and Devlin looks down at it and smirks.
Devlin Scott: If you could please get my superstar out of the cell. That will be all.
James: Yes Sir.
James quickly opens the cell and steps inside. Zane stands up and smiles holding his hands out for James. James glares at Zane as he slowly un-cuffs him. As Devlin and the other officer talk Zane quickly thrust his head forward smashing is forehead into James’s face. James staggers back and falls holding his face. Devlin glares are Zane as the first cop rushes to James aid. Zane shrugs and gives the first officer a ‘I don’t know what happened’ look.
Second Cop: That’s it Mr. Story put your hands behind your back for assaulting an officer. You are under arrest.
Devlin Scott: Sir, I’m sure we can work something out.
Second Cop (To Zane): Don’t try anything funny.
Zane: Nah, I like you. Besides I simply bent to tie my shoe and he bent to help me and we happened to clunk noggins. Accidents happen.
Zane smiles but the first cop is not amused.
Zane: Besides, my mother is a Lawyer and I’m pretty sure Devlin and you both hear him threaten to pull the trigger on me. So how about you let his broken nose be a reminder to him that he should watch what he says... and where he puts his head when helping other tie their shoes of course.
Devlin hides a smile as the first officer nods and helps James out of the cell. Devlin takes a few steps towards Zane and smiles.
Devlin Scott: Reckless, I like that.
Zane: I’m not into dudes, just so you know.
Devlin shakes his head.
Devlin Scott: That mouth though.
Zane: Seriously, I like taco’s not sausage.
Devlin reaches into his pocket and pulls out a paper turning it to Zane.
Zane: What this?
Devlin Scott: I contract.
Zane: I’ve seen fifty shade of Grey man... I’m not into...
Devlin Scott: A wrestling contract.
Zane: Ah, right.
Devlin shakes his head as Zane smirks and grabs a pen. He signs the bottom of the page and hands it back to Devlin.
Zane: You’re probably going to regret this.
Devlin Scott: I don’t think so. If you’re half as talented as you use to be.
Zane’s eyes snaps to Devlin and turn ice cold.
Zane: Use to be?
Devlin Scott: Yeah. Like in those indie events I watched.
Zane visibly relaxes and Devlin smiles wide.
Zane: So how much do I owe you for bailing me out?
Devlin Scott: Just consider yourself in my debt until further notice.
Zane: I’m not getting you coffee.
Devlin laughs out loud and claps Zane on the shoulder.
Devlin Scott: I figured as much. No Zane, I need you to be my eyes and ears of the locker room. Make sure you are keeping people in check and walking the roster, you know like a hawk.
Zane and Devlin lock eyes and Devlin shoots him a wink as Zane’s face slowly turns pale. Zane looks at though Devlin has punched him in the stomach and the wind seems to have gone from his sails.
Devlin Scott: Sound good?
Zane: Yes.
Devlin Scott: Yes what?
Zane: Yes Sir.
Devlin Scott: You don’t have to be so formal with me. We are partners now.
Devlin smiles and starts out of the room, as he opens the door he pauses.
Devlin Scott: I bet you want Danni LeBlanc in your first match?
Zane’s face lights up and he nods.
Zane: You know it.
Devlin Scott: Unfortunately she has been booked already. However, I do have someone in mind for you. She is ticked off with you for not getting her MnM’s last week.
Zane smiles and nods at Devlin knowing exactly who he means.
Cop: Story?
Zane: Who’s asking?
Cop: Don’t try and play hard kid. That’s how people get hurt.
Zane: by who?
The officer smiles as he slowly unhooks the clasp on his baton.
Zane: Oh, by you? Some fat jock that thinks he’s a bad ass because he has a badge? Please I take hits bigger then you junior.
Cop: What you’re tongue?
Zane: Or what?
The officer’s hand flashes and hits the bars with the baton. Zane doesn’t even move just smiles and lowers his head.
Zane: Gonna have to come in here to get me buddy. When you open that door, I will show you what speed is. Remember, it took four of you fucks to get me in here.
Cop: You know it would be harder for you to talk with your jaw hanging off your face.
Zane: Really? Due tell.
Cop: I know guys like you, living on mommy and daddy’s dollar. Do you know how many guys would love for me to turn my back and let you get your ass kicked? I would love to join them you know. Smash this pretty little rich punk.
Zane: I’m shaking in my skate shoes.
The cop bangs the bars again.
Cops: One day rich boy, one day that trigger might just ...
Mans voice: Might just what?
As a second officer and a man walk into the room the first officer stammers and steps back.
Second Cop: Get the keys to his cell.
First Cop: But I thought Mr. Scott was going to Press Charges?
Man: Charges!? Hardly. I just didn’t want him interrupting my show anymore.
First Cop: Your show?
Second Cop: James, this is Devlin Scott.
James reaches out to shake his hand and Devlin looks down at it and smirks.
Devlin Scott: If you could please get my superstar out of the cell. That will be all.
James: Yes Sir.
James quickly opens the cell and steps inside. Zane stands up and smiles holding his hands out for James. James glares at Zane as he slowly un-cuffs him. As Devlin and the other officer talk Zane quickly thrust his head forward smashing is forehead into James’s face. James staggers back and falls holding his face. Devlin glares are Zane as the first cop rushes to James aid. Zane shrugs and gives the first officer a ‘I don’t know what happened’ look.
Second Cop: That’s it Mr. Story put your hands behind your back for assaulting an officer. You are under arrest.
Devlin Scott: Sir, I’m sure we can work something out.
Second Cop (To Zane): Don’t try anything funny.
Zane: Nah, I like you. Besides I simply bent to tie my shoe and he bent to help me and we happened to clunk noggins. Accidents happen.
Zane smiles but the first cop is not amused.
Zane: Besides, my mother is a Lawyer and I’m pretty sure Devlin and you both hear him threaten to pull the trigger on me. So how about you let his broken nose be a reminder to him that he should watch what he says... and where he puts his head when helping other tie their shoes of course.
Devlin hides a smile as the first officer nods and helps James out of the cell. Devlin takes a few steps towards Zane and smiles.
Devlin Scott: Reckless, I like that.
Zane: I’m not into dudes, just so you know.
Devlin shakes his head.
Devlin Scott: That mouth though.
Zane: Seriously, I like taco’s not sausage.
Devlin reaches into his pocket and pulls out a paper turning it to Zane.
Zane: What this?
Devlin Scott: I contract.
Zane: I’ve seen fifty shade of Grey man... I’m not into...
Devlin Scott: A wrestling contract.
Zane: Ah, right.
Devlin shakes his head as Zane smirks and grabs a pen. He signs the bottom of the page and hands it back to Devlin.
Zane: You’re probably going to regret this.
Devlin Scott: I don’t think so. If you’re half as talented as you use to be.
Zane’s eyes snaps to Devlin and turn ice cold.
Zane: Use to be?
Devlin Scott: Yeah. Like in those indie events I watched.
Zane visibly relaxes and Devlin smiles wide.
Zane: So how much do I owe you for bailing me out?
Devlin Scott: Just consider yourself in my debt until further notice.
Zane: I’m not getting you coffee.
Devlin laughs out loud and claps Zane on the shoulder.
Devlin Scott: I figured as much. No Zane, I need you to be my eyes and ears of the locker room. Make sure you are keeping people in check and walking the roster, you know like a hawk.
Zane and Devlin lock eyes and Devlin shoots him a wink as Zane’s face slowly turns pale. Zane looks at though Devlin has punched him in the stomach and the wind seems to have gone from his sails.
Devlin Scott: Sound good?
Zane: Yes.
Devlin Scott: Yes what?
Zane: Yes Sir.
Devlin Scott: You don’t have to be so formal with me. We are partners now.
Devlin smiles and starts out of the room, as he opens the door he pauses.
Devlin Scott: I bet you want Danni LeBlanc in your first match?
Zane’s face lights up and he nods.
Zane: You know it.
Devlin Scott: Unfortunately she has been booked already. However, I do have someone in mind for you. She is ticked off with you for not getting her MnM’s last week.
Zane smiles and nods at Devlin knowing exactly who he means.