Scene 2
Touchdown (from Canada with Love)
Nashville Arena, Backstage
The scene opens with a white stretch limousine pulling into the arena garage. It slows to a stop, the doors open, and suddenly, the entire world begins to be SLOW MOTION.
The thunderous sound of kiss blasts out of the limousine. Love Gun!
As the limousine doors slowly open, billows of smoke, of the not-so-legal-in-Tennessee kind, escape rapidly and fills the air of the currently empty garage. Bobby Tremblay, Johnny Lou and Don Marshall all appear frame by frame, in absolute style wearing the same gear as in the plane.
Bobby is coughing and trying to shove all the excess smoke away from his face. Johnny Lou is strutting out, eyes bloodshot as all hell. He finger guns the camera and fires off a shot at the 4 second mark of the song, synching in perfectly. Don Marshall towers over them both, one pace behind. He does his patented smoke blow taunt (a tribute tot he late great Brodie Lee). The scene continues like a slow motion rock video.
Behind them, seemingly out of nowhere, a parade of beautiful scantily clad women all come out of the Limousine, the next one more gorgeous than the last. They all pose sexily beside the posse, with Johnny immediately wrapping each arm around a different lady. Even a young fabulously dressed man is following them around, apparently star-struck, in a trance. Flashes of camera are seen (but we don't actually see any press?).
They continue to work towards the camera in super slow motion to the rocking beats of kiss, as the ladies hang onto the men laughing and giggling in glee. A very nerdy looking man approaches them for an autograph, but Don shoves him face first onto the ground and they all laugh hysterically.
Record scratch. The music suddenly stops and Bobby Tremblay reaches in his pocket, takes out an expensive iphone, and appears to look over a text. He reaches out his hand to block the two wrestlers from going forward.
"Alright gentlemen, sorry to cut the party a little short, but I've got some important business to attend to." He winks at the two.
" So ladies, why don't you get back in the limo, and keep the champagne on ice for us? The stars of the show have to go make a little bit of history tonight, but we shouldn't be too long" The ladies giggle and make their way back to the limousine, much to Johnny Lou's chagrin. He begins to pout,
" So the usual then, Bob? We make ourselves at home?" The big man pipes up first.
"Everything is good to go Don. You guys go do your thing, then go get ready for your match. Some kiss ass intern should be able to show you to your private dressing room, I've arranged that for you." He smiles proudly.
"Fuck yeah baby, we got some girls back there too, Bobby? I need to get my jocks off I'm just too god damn hype! Somebody PLEASE deuce me" Johnny is visibly shaking once again with excitement. He sticks out his hand and Don deuces him, of course.
"Eyes on the prize Johnny, then, the ladies. You know the drill. Make me proud, and make sure they know you've arrived!" Bobby slaps JGL on the shoulder and smiles cockily. He walks away towards some back offices, texting furiously on his phone.
"You got it, boss." Don answers for John, who he starts dragging forward as he's still attempting to call over some ladies from the limousine.
The two brash wrestlers are now walking backstage, a camera in front of them following their every move. As the continue their walk, goofing off, they come across two not-so-cool looking wrestlers. Clearly, these guys are local enhancement talent. One of them recognizes the duo, likely having seen them on different circuits. The young man reaches out his hand as he approaches.
"Hi my n..." He does not have the time to finish. Don Marshall decks him with a hard right hand, immediately knocking him out. He tumbles to the ground like a sack of potatoes, motionless, as his apparent partner looks over bug-eyed in horror.
"Yall really stepped in some shit boys" The big Don musters to the onlooking man, who's now turned as white as a sheet as is waiving his hands in front of his face pleading for his life.
"Hey, hey , shhhh" Johnny Lou hugs him lightly,
"It's ok, hey, it's ok now. It'll be over real soon" He whispers in his ears. As the poor guy puts his guard down for a moment, Johnny jumps back and super kicks him in the jaw and bursts out laughing as the boy just stands there, out on his feet.
" Get this trash outta here Don" he snarls.
Big Don Marshall grabs the boy by the throat, lifts him up off the ground, and throws him a good ten to fifteen feet away into a literal pile of garbage. He then chuckles for a moment while slapping both his hands together.
"My god I love being us! Deuce me Brevhren Lovejoy! You watching this Sanders? How bout you Wakefield?" Johnny Lou's nasally voice echoes through the now empty hall.
"Now where's that fucking intern with our dressing room, I'm bored already!" The cocky french Canadian adjust his sunglasses and grabs Don to continue walking forward.
"Clean up on aisle DICKS!" They both laugh their asses off.
Finally, an AMA female intern comes rushing, obviously hearing the ruckus being caused by The Northern's Touch chaotic arrival.
"Did...you guys do that?" The young blonde female asks, looking distraught.
"Don't worry about that baby. Johnny Lou would never ever treat a lady badly." He plays with his own hair while doing his best fuckboi face.
" Why doesn't your cute little butt show us where our locker room is? Maybe you can sit on my lap and tell me what you want for Christmas. It may COME early" Gagnon is laying it on very thick.
However, perhaps having been warned ahead of time of their reputation, she looks a lot less than impressed, but maintains her professionalism. She writes a few things down on a clipboard.
"Right this way Mr. Gagnon, Mr. Marshall. Everything is ready for you, follow me" She begins to lead them off.
"Don't mind if I do!" Johnny replies. The two men follow the young woman off screen, slowly, as Johnny is more than obviously checking out her butt as he walks behind her.
He whispers to Don
"My god, I think I've died and gone to heaven Brosky. Deuce me!"
The two men covertly do their typical hand signal as they leave the screen, going towards their private locker room.
One thing is certain, The Northern Touch have landed in AMA, and it's clear their impact is already causing waves.
Stay tuned!