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MNM#3 - Dark Match - Sam Caldwell vs. Rock Ali
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(A rental car is seen in the airport pick-up lobby. An old man beeps the horn. Carter Avion, bundle up from head to toe wearing extra knitted gloves and an old wool scarf picks up his bags. Sam Caldwell walks out of baggage claim also bundled, and jogs to the car. The trunk pops open. Sam takes Carter’s bags and puts all of the luggage in the trunk. Caldwell closes the trunk and the two enter the car. The driver, a dark, dirty looking man nods at Avion and looks back and offers a handshake to Caldwell. Caldwell, looking strange, hesitates.)
Carter: Sam, I want you to meet an old friend of mine Byron Silvius.
Sam: (Finally shaking the guys hand): How are you doing. (Giving him a slight glare)
Byron: Me and your trainer here used to be driving buddies when we toured the country wrestling small promotions. He went to the big time and he started to fly. Didn’t need me anymore I guess (chuckles and coughs). He called me and said his best trainee got a contract with IWF and that they needed a ride from the airport. (Puts a cigarette in his mouth)I hoped on in the car before we ended the conversation.
(Another laugh and a cough from Byron before he lights his cigarette. You could tell he had smoker’s cough from the sound of his cough as well as the strong stench of menthol embedded in the the car. Sam contemplated telling him to stop smoking, but he didn’t; as it would be no use since he probably had been smoking the majority of his life. He just laughed along with him and Carter. Sam allowed Carter and Byron to do some catching up. 30 minutes later, Carter’s phone rings.)
Carter: Hello…
Oh hello Tony how you doing…
That’s great…Oh…
This Monday?
Rocky? Balboa? Marciano? Oh Rocky Ali…ok
Alright…
See…you then
Bye.
Sam: What was that all about?
Carter: Good News sunshine that was Tony Montana on the phone. He said he has booked your first match.
Sam: (Sitting up in the seat) Oh really? Who? When? Where?
Carter: Monday Night Mayhem. (Turns to Byron) Mississippi State Coliseum.
Byron: Oh I know where that is
Carter: In a dark match against Rocky Ali.
Sam: I’ve never heard of Rocky Ali
Carter: New guy just like you
Sam: Oh ok. Wait… What exactly is a “dark†match?
Carter: A dark match is a non-televised match where newcomers and such prove themselves to the big guys that they are good enough to be worth a shoot and a piss to be on television.
Sam: Understood. I want to knock the socks off these guys. On television or not, I will put my all into this debut so “The Board†will have no choice but to notice me. “The Force of a Million†will indeed make an imprint. No doubt he will make an impact. And most importantly, he will turn heads and dilate the eyes of anyone who fancies a wonderful match. It’s more than possible, it’s inevitable.
Carter: That's my boy (Smiles and laughs)
Byron: “Force of a Million†eh? Carter he’s just like you as a kid. Destined. Passionate. Focused. Determined. Stay hungry kiddo and you’ll be as successful as your trainer here.
Carter: Byron, you never changed
(Another array of laughs are sounded, now amongst all three men, as they hit the interstate on their way to Jackson, Mississippi. The scene fades as the three men continue to laugh and joke.)
Carter: Sam, I want you to meet an old friend of mine Byron Silvius.
Sam: (Finally shaking the guys hand): How are you doing. (Giving him a slight glare)
Byron: Me and your trainer here used to be driving buddies when we toured the country wrestling small promotions. He went to the big time and he started to fly. Didn’t need me anymore I guess (chuckles and coughs). He called me and said his best trainee got a contract with IWF and that they needed a ride from the airport. (Puts a cigarette in his mouth)I hoped on in the car before we ended the conversation.
(Another laugh and a cough from Byron before he lights his cigarette. You could tell he had smoker’s cough from the sound of his cough as well as the strong stench of menthol embedded in the the car. Sam contemplated telling him to stop smoking, but he didn’t; as it would be no use since he probably had been smoking the majority of his life. He just laughed along with him and Carter. Sam allowed Carter and Byron to do some catching up. 30 minutes later, Carter’s phone rings.)
Carter: Hello…
Oh hello Tony how you doing…
That’s great…Oh…
This Monday?
Rocky? Balboa? Marciano? Oh Rocky Ali…ok
Alright…
See…you then
Bye.
Sam: What was that all about?
Carter: Good News sunshine that was Tony Montana on the phone. He said he has booked your first match.
Sam: (Sitting up in the seat) Oh really? Who? When? Where?
Carter: Monday Night Mayhem. (Turns to Byron) Mississippi State Coliseum.
Byron: Oh I know where that is
Carter: In a dark match against Rocky Ali.
Sam: I’ve never heard of Rocky Ali
Carter: New guy just like you
Sam: Oh ok. Wait… What exactly is a “dark†match?
Carter: A dark match is a non-televised match where newcomers and such prove themselves to the big guys that they are good enough to be worth a shoot and a piss to be on television.
Sam: Understood. I want to knock the socks off these guys. On television or not, I will put my all into this debut so “The Board†will have no choice but to notice me. “The Force of a Million†will indeed make an imprint. No doubt he will make an impact. And most importantly, he will turn heads and dilate the eyes of anyone who fancies a wonderful match. It’s more than possible, it’s inevitable.
Carter: That's my boy (Smiles and laughs)
Byron: “Force of a Million†eh? Carter he’s just like you as a kid. Destined. Passionate. Focused. Determined. Stay hungry kiddo and you’ll be as successful as your trainer here.
Carter: Byron, you never changed
(Another array of laughs are sounded, now amongst all three men, as they hit the interstate on their way to Jackson, Mississippi. The scene fades as the three men continue to laugh and joke.)
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