Post by C.J. Lorson on Dec 2, 2017 22:11:56 GMT -5
FADE IN:
INT. REDONDO BEACH APARTMENT – DAY
The sound of a wooden chair sliding on tiled floor emanates from the kitchen/dining area of the Redondo Beach apartment belonging to none other than C.J. LORSON. He slumps down on the chair, resting his elbows on the counter and staring at a framed photograph in his hands.
The photo shows C.J. himself stood between his father and his mother. All three of them have bright, shining smiles on their faces. They’re stood on the pier at Waterfront Park in Seattle, Washington. A giant Ferris wheel frames the right side of the photo and the silver railing lines the edge of the pier on which they’re stood.
We pan away from the photo and toward C.J.’s face, staring down at the photo, his eyes becoming slightly misty. A doleful smile curls on C.J.’s lips and a half-hearted chuckle escapes him. He sets the photo down and exhales sharply, turning his attention to the camera.
“So, twenty-four hours from now, I’ll be stepping into the ring with one of WCG’s newest signees; Remi Fontaine. And you know, Remi, I gotta say; I envy you, man.”
C.J. shakes his head, a smile on his face when he says he envy’s Remi.
“I envy you because here you are; an eighteen-year-old kid…and you’re already living the dream of being in the business of professional wrestling. Only eighteen years old and you’ve already got people talking. Granted, maybe you are predisposed for it, being a second-generation wrestler and all. But one thing about this business is, just because you’re predisposed for something doesn’t automatically guarantee success. That’s something you have to earn no matter who you are, no matter what your ancestry is in this business.”
C.J. holds his hands out.
“Now, sure, you stumbled a bit in your match against Jack Santore and you didn’t exactly come out of there with the W. But it’s as the saying goes; Rome wasn’t built in a day. You’re still far ahead of the curve as far as I’m concerned, and I know stepping into that ring with you is going to be a pretty big challenge for me. But, hey, I’ve faced my share of challenges in WCG, one more won’t be so bad.”
C.J. shrugs his shoulders and glances back at the photo he was looking at earlier before turning his attention back to the camera.
“But it’s not just your skill in the ring and your youth compared to me that I envy you for.”
He shakes his head, even wagging his finger a bit indicating “no.”
“More than that, I envy you because of something else you’ve got going for you. Standing right outside the ring with you, standing right behind you for every single match, every single sparring session, every single moment you’ll have in this business; your family, they’re right there for you.”
C.J. gives a sideways nod and cocks an eyebrow.
“Don’t get me wrong, I’ve got my family rooting for me and supporting me back in Seattle. But your family is just at arm’s length. You’ve got your father there…”
His voice slightly trails off as he looks at the photo once again, exhaling sharply like before.
“He’ll be there for every big moment you have in this business, whereas some of us aren’t so lucky.”
C.J. motions back at the photo referring to his father who, as he’s said many times before, died years before C.J. got into professional wrestling.
“But here’s the thing. There are some people in this business, maybe even in this company who would let those envious feelings eat away at them. They’d let those envious feelings get the best of them and make them bitter and angry toward you. If they were in my shoes having to step into the ring against someone like you, Remi, they’d go on and on about how you’re not worth their time. They’d go on and on about how you’re not worth their attention because you’re just starting out in this business. They’d go on and on about how it’d be nothing more than a tune-up match for them.”
C.J. motions with his hand indicating he’s not about to do that.
“But I’m not so shortsighted. I’m not so delusional to think this match against you is going to be a walk in the park. It’d be easy for someone like that to write you off as nothing more than a hapless rookie, but what those people forget and what I always keep in mind is we all had to start somewhere. We’ve all been in the same position at some point or another, just getting our feet wet and trying to make a name for ourselves. But there are people in this business who forget where they come from. I’m not one of those people.”
He shakes his head adamantly.
“I know this match is going to be every bit as much of a challenge as every other match I’ve had in WCG, but I look forward to it. I look forward to stepping into the ring with you. After watching your match with Jack and hearing from him how good you are in the ring, it makes me that much more eager to find out for myself. Just like I’ve said before to every other opponent, I hope you bring you’re A-game, because you can bet that I will. And win or lose, I know you and I are going to go out there and tear the house down.”
C.J. glances back at the photo one last time before standing from the chair he was sitting in and turning his attention back to the camera.
“Twenty-four hours. Hype 008. Remi Fontaine versus C.J. Lorson in La Jolla, California. I hope you’re ready, man.”
C.J. pumps his fist and gives a bit of a salute to the camera as he steps out of frame, leaving us to see the photo set on the kitchen counter as we…
:FADE OUT
INT. REDONDO BEACH APARTMENT – DAY
The sound of a wooden chair sliding on tiled floor emanates from the kitchen/dining area of the Redondo Beach apartment belonging to none other than C.J. LORSON. He slumps down on the chair, resting his elbows on the counter and staring at a framed photograph in his hands.
The photo shows C.J. himself stood between his father and his mother. All three of them have bright, shining smiles on their faces. They’re stood on the pier at Waterfront Park in Seattle, Washington. A giant Ferris wheel frames the right side of the photo and the silver railing lines the edge of the pier on which they’re stood.
We pan away from the photo and toward C.J.’s face, staring down at the photo, his eyes becoming slightly misty. A doleful smile curls on C.J.’s lips and a half-hearted chuckle escapes him. He sets the photo down and exhales sharply, turning his attention to the camera.
“So, twenty-four hours from now, I’ll be stepping into the ring with one of WCG’s newest signees; Remi Fontaine. And you know, Remi, I gotta say; I envy you, man.”
C.J. shakes his head, a smile on his face when he says he envy’s Remi.
“I envy you because here you are; an eighteen-year-old kid…and you’re already living the dream of being in the business of professional wrestling. Only eighteen years old and you’ve already got people talking. Granted, maybe you are predisposed for it, being a second-generation wrestler and all. But one thing about this business is, just because you’re predisposed for something doesn’t automatically guarantee success. That’s something you have to earn no matter who you are, no matter what your ancestry is in this business.”
C.J. holds his hands out.
“Now, sure, you stumbled a bit in your match against Jack Santore and you didn’t exactly come out of there with the W. But it’s as the saying goes; Rome wasn’t built in a day. You’re still far ahead of the curve as far as I’m concerned, and I know stepping into that ring with you is going to be a pretty big challenge for me. But, hey, I’ve faced my share of challenges in WCG, one more won’t be so bad.”
C.J. shrugs his shoulders and glances back at the photo he was looking at earlier before turning his attention back to the camera.
“But it’s not just your skill in the ring and your youth compared to me that I envy you for.”
He shakes his head, even wagging his finger a bit indicating “no.”
“More than that, I envy you because of something else you’ve got going for you. Standing right outside the ring with you, standing right behind you for every single match, every single sparring session, every single moment you’ll have in this business; your family, they’re right there for you.”
C.J. gives a sideways nod and cocks an eyebrow.
“Don’t get me wrong, I’ve got my family rooting for me and supporting me back in Seattle. But your family is just at arm’s length. You’ve got your father there…”
His voice slightly trails off as he looks at the photo once again, exhaling sharply like before.
“He’ll be there for every big moment you have in this business, whereas some of us aren’t so lucky.”
C.J. motions back at the photo referring to his father who, as he’s said many times before, died years before C.J. got into professional wrestling.
“But here’s the thing. There are some people in this business, maybe even in this company who would let those envious feelings eat away at them. They’d let those envious feelings get the best of them and make them bitter and angry toward you. If they were in my shoes having to step into the ring against someone like you, Remi, they’d go on and on about how you’re not worth their time. They’d go on and on about how you’re not worth their attention because you’re just starting out in this business. They’d go on and on about how it’d be nothing more than a tune-up match for them.”
C.J. motions with his hand indicating he’s not about to do that.
“But I’m not so shortsighted. I’m not so delusional to think this match against you is going to be a walk in the park. It’d be easy for someone like that to write you off as nothing more than a hapless rookie, but what those people forget and what I always keep in mind is we all had to start somewhere. We’ve all been in the same position at some point or another, just getting our feet wet and trying to make a name for ourselves. But there are people in this business who forget where they come from. I’m not one of those people.”
He shakes his head adamantly.
“I know this match is going to be every bit as much of a challenge as every other match I’ve had in WCG, but I look forward to it. I look forward to stepping into the ring with you. After watching your match with Jack and hearing from him how good you are in the ring, it makes me that much more eager to find out for myself. Just like I’ve said before to every other opponent, I hope you bring you’re A-game, because you can bet that I will. And win or lose, I know you and I are going to go out there and tear the house down.”
C.J. glances back at the photo one last time before standing from the chair he was sitting in and turning his attention back to the camera.
“Twenty-four hours. Hype 008. Remi Fontaine versus C.J. Lorson in La Jolla, California. I hope you’re ready, man.”
C.J. pumps his fist and gives a bit of a salute to the camera as he steps out of frame, leaving us to see the photo set on the kitchen counter as we…
:FADE OUT