Mr. Bobby Beach vs. Charlie White
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Cameras are everywhere ready to record something. Bobby Beach asked a whole camera crew to show up at his residence. They unloaded everything near a pool as celebrities start appearing. Well B and C stars that people would have trouble recognizing. Beach is yelling at people to put together the set. Sand is being dumped by the gallons near the edge of the pool. Fake palm trees to fake coconuts. The camera pans to a swim up bar in the middle of the pool with a bartender that looks a lot like Issac from Love Boat.
The camera comes back around to get a GOOD LOOK at Beach. Who is posing for some young ladies who just stopped by. They are checking out his body through his mesh tank top and short shorts.
Bobby Beach: You ladies wanna go for a swim... I'll get back to you about that proposal. I just have some business to take care of before tonight's festivities get under way.
Beach watches the ladies walk away with a very satisfied look across his face before he confronts the camera again.
Bobby Beach: Now we get can get to the business at hand. These camera's were supposed to be here to film my party for TMZ. Instead I have to address Charlie White. This Friday on Carnage you and I are going to tangle. You kind of ruined the mood for this party. You have put on damper on things. These fine young ladies need to be all over me, but instead I got to deal with the likes of you. I'm not sure if you vandalized my stuff backstage. It's just I seem to be rubbing people the wrong way. I get under their skin easily. Speaking of skin make sure to get this gorgeous tan to melt off the screen.
Beach shows off his perfect tan and decides to lounge on a beach chair while enjoying some tasty, tropical alcoholic drink that was placed next to him.
Bobby Beach: *Sips* Awww refreshing... Now back to you White. I don't care at this point if you tarnished my Beach Boy CDs. It's not like I don't have duplicates. I really didn't want to have a problem with you. Just because I interrupt someone getting hurt is no reason to get in my face. They were being removed from the ring anyways and I deserve the spotlight to bounce off my face. Hey... ZOOM IN and get a GOOD LOOK, damn it...
The camera man does as he told because the Beach Terror doesn't look like he is messing around.
Bobby Beach: However it wasn't the spotlight I received what I got was a challenge. I get someone who is considered a big shot here thinking I need to be stopped. That my future needs to be stalled. I think you and everybody else needs to get used to the fact that I am not going anywhere. I've brought the beach to WKF whether you like it or not. Surf's UP... Where is your boogie board, bruh?
Beach is now getting excited and gets up out of his beach chair. He walks around his sandy pool as he continues.
Bobby Beach: You are messing with the wrong fish here, pal. I am taking WKF over like a hurricane on Miami Beach. Destroying what is ever in my path and that just so happens to be you. Charlie White... I hope you know what you got yourself into. It won't be easy for you to get out of this now. You asked for this. You asked for I, Mr. Bobby Beach to wrestle the likes of you? C'mon man... You don't run in the circles I do... Show them the people around the area... Show them, damn it
The camera man once again does as he is told, but isn't liking the treatment. He attempts to speak up.
Bobby Beach: Oh... you don't like to be ordered around. Well...
Beach grabs the man by the collar and easily tosses him aside right into the pool with a pretty loud splash happening. The camera is now laying on the ground just catching a glimpse of what just transpired at the ground level.
Bobby Beach: You... Pick up the camera I wasn't done yet.
Some other crew member is reluctant to pick up the camera to finish up what can be salvaged out of the interview.
Bobby Beach: Charlie, Charlie, Charlie... You've got me a little worked up, but then again throwing a pansy like that into a body of water is something I do on a regular basis. So you've got my attention. You are going to make me your next victim on your impressive win streak... What is it 2 and 0? Wow, way to go. It feels like everyone thinks you are just going to walk over me for another victory for you as a rising star. Well no star out there shines like I do, NO STAR. Let me rephrase this so you can understand what is going to happen, exactly. Lets go back to your childhood remember going to the beach when you were younger? You'd be making some awesome sand castle. Probably just a couple buckets of sand dumped upside down with no real work, but you were proud of yourself. Well that is when it all comes crashing down, literally. That is when someone like me appears and kicks down that pathenic attempt at fun. You see I'm the Beach Bully around here and after Carnage you are going to be that little kid crying your eyes out again when you realize you were really no match for Mr. Bobby Beach... Sheesh
Beach looks rather confident and focused for a few brief seconds after finishing what he needed to say. Then he remembers the ladies who are mingling over cocktails at the beach bar. Beach dives in and joins them. The Bartender gives him a wink, a handgun signal and a cocktail for good measure. The camera finally stops filming at this point as Beach is on to bigger and better things.
The scene enters with Charlie White sitting in a car. He's parked outside of an apartment building. He rides in a worn out looking white Mazda RX-7. He's clad in a pair of dark, torn and tattered jeans, a black cut-off Guns N' Roses Tee, and a white Puma baseball cap, with a Grizzly tin lid bent to the side of it. He's sitting there patiently, until he pulls out his phone and dials someone's number...
I know, I know, I'll be down in a minute. My roommate's having another breakdown.
Aside...
Liz, just calm down. He's just another guy. Don't worry. Just watch some TV and forget about him.
Her friend is heard in the background...
The fuck do you mean calm down?! You're going on a date and you expect me to forget guys?! Just get the fuck out of here!
Click. The phone hangs up. Seconds later, a beautiful blonde girl makes her way out the door of the building and down the steps. She is wearing a smooth black blouse, with a pair of light blue jeans. She has on Chuck Taylor Converse and aviator sunglasses. She notices Charlie staring quite intently, and blushes.
Cuz Damn.
Ha, thanks Charlie.
She leans into the window of the car.
Are you gonna get in?
What's that in your lip?
Dip. Why? Do you not like it? I can take it out.
No, it's okay. My dad did it. If anything, it will remind me of him a little.
Well alrighty then.
She gives him a questionable look.
What kind is it?
Griz green.
What's that?
He reaches over into the glove compartment and pulls out a tin of Grizzly Wintergreen dipping tobacco.
This.
Hmm. Interesting. What does it taste like?
Have you ever eaten grass with a mint in your mouth?
Ew.
You gotta be used to it.
They both let out a laugh.
You have a nickname?
Not that I know of.
I'm gonna give you one that only I can call you.
Oh? And what might that be?
Griz.
Griz?
Griz. So whenever I call you it, you'll remember our first date when you showed me what Griz is.
The both, again, let out a chuckle, and they drive off. The eventually arrive to the assumed destination, a park. He gets out, and runs around to help the girl out of the car. She laughs.
So, Cindy. What do you do for a living?
I'm a bartender. How about you, Charlie?
I'm a rapper.
She gives an inquisitive look.
Oh really? But you're white.
Yes I am. But I can rap. But you wanna know something?
Sure.
I want to be a wrestler.
Excitedly, Cindy's face lights up.
No way! I love wrestling.
You're kidding me?! Since when do women, especially as pretty as you, love wrestling?
Aw, thanks. My dad watched it from the day I was born.
Awesome. I'm gonna be there some day. Have you ever heard of Premium Championship Wrestling?
Yeah, it's my favorite!
Oh good. I'm gonna take a break from rapping someday and wrestle there. It's like my life goal.
The two are laying back on the hood of his car, looking up at the stars, as night has fallen. Cindy scoots over and leans her head over to his arm , which he happily drapes over her. They spend the night talking, laughing, and enjoying each others' presence...
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We cut to a new scene, where both Charlie and Cindy are again laying on the hood of the very same car, in the very same park. Dusk has fallen, too, in this situation, and they begin to gaze off to the stars, again, talking, laughing, and enjoying each other being there...
Hey Charlie.
Yeah?
Remember when we did this on our first date? It was great.
Oh boy, do I remember. You looked so beautiful.
Aww.
She turns and kisses him on the cheek. He swiftly turns his head to catch her lips with his.
Do you remember when you told me you wanted to be a wrestler for the first time?
And I said I wanted to be in PCW?
They burst out laughing, drawing tears at the depth of their laughter. When they calm down, and continue conversation.
And you panicked when you learned that Bobby Dunn worked for WKF, which worked with PCW.
Yeah. Hell, am I glad they left before Curt got me that deal.
What made you want to be a wrestler?
Well it was only a dream I wasn't going to follow, until I learned you love it.
Why wouldn't you go after it? You're so great at it.
Look at how many people followed my music like I was the only rapper on Earth?
So? Listen, I know you may love the fans, but in the end, it's about what you want.
That's why I'm glad so many people support my wrestling.
They fall to silence, both smiling in joy. They rest there for a few minutes, until Charlie suddenly starts speaking...
There's something I want to tell you.
What's that, babe?
It's kind of random. I've been thinking. We had some trouble over the years. I want you to know that I never want to hurt you again.
That's good.
No, that's not all. I never want us to end.
You want to know what this sounds like?
What?
It sounds like you're proposing.
That wasn't my plan. Uh, I don't have a ring or shit for you.
Don't worry. It can be our little secret.
They smile, and stare of in the stars, just like that night two years ago.
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We cut again to another scene, where Charlie is backstage at Wrestling Kings Federation. It seems to be the day of Carnage. We see Ricky Ranson front and center of the camera.
Joining me now for an interview is none other than Charlie White.
Thanks for having me, boy.
Charlie shakes Rick's hand, who gives him a dirty look.
Anyways, Charlie. Two weeks ago, you faced off against JT Evans of TNT, winning in your WKF debut. Can I get some thoughts on that?
Why yes, Rick, you can. Two weeks ago, I debuted against JT Evans. Now, let me tell you, that match was hell. The kid was big, and he was dumb. But Hell, he's strong. Yeah, he threw me around like a rag doll. But look who won in the end? Me. That's right. Charlie went 1 for 1 to kick it off. And I won it in beautiful fashion. Anybody else think that Frog Splash was golden? I mean, climb, jump, photo op, and BAM. Pin. One, two, three. Ref raises my hand, and I get to celebrate. But I knew that wasn't my best option. That pissed TNT off. They got Ange to send their leader after me.
That leads me to my next question. What can you say about your match last week against Nick?
Charlie's faces turns from one of excitedness to one of dismay.
Well. It all started when I called him out at a concert. My last concert, might I add. He took notice, sent out JT, I beat him, and he wanted a hold of me himself. Well, he got it. We put on an epic. I'll tell you, I was dog tired. I just wanted to lay down and sleep for days. So I got desperate. I picked up his worn down body and hit him with a piledriver. Aw fuck. There was the mistake. We were both tired enough to stay down. But I sat up, and looked at him. He hadn't moved an inch. I knew something was up. My first instinct was to check on him. I made sure to stay down so the ref would call the match over. I yelled for the docs. He still didn't move. They stretchered him. Am I glad I didn't lose? Hell yeah. Am I happy it happened how it did? No way. I've woken up every morning this week, and just felt like shit. I just put another man in the way of death. I probably ended his career, and I sure as hell almost killed him. I won't be able to get over that. Not in a million years. So here's this. Nick, I am sincerely sorry. I had no intentions to hurt you like that. I just wanted to win. My prayers are with your family, your fiancee, and most importantly, you.
They take a pause, a moment for Nick.
Very sad news. Moving on, what are your thoughts on this week against the debuting Bobby Beach?
Ah, Mr. Bobby Beach. The Beach Terror. You interrupted what could've been a very scary, and frankly, traumatizing moment. You walked out and talked big when the paramedics were ushering the motionless body of Nick Taylor to an ambulance. Do you have a heart? For all you know, that could've been his dying day, and you would've blatantly and abruptly interrupted the last moment Lila got to see of him. Do you feel good about yourself now? Do you just feel great inside knowing you ruined what was already a tragic moment?
He pauses, collecting himself and gathering his anger towards Beach. Once he calms himself, Rick motions, asking if he'd like to continue.
You know, I almost drowned at a beach once, you son of a bitch. What, you're bigger than saving lives? You're better than to be a good person every once and a while? Hell, you'll probably be saying you're good person by letting women look at you. I mean, for Christ's sake, get over yourself, man. There are times to be looking in a mirror in awe, some more than others, and there are times when you have to man up and fight. I'm going to Carnage, to our match, to show you how a real man wrestles. My question for you is, can you hang with me? Can you wrestle like a real man? Or do you wrestle as good as your hair looks; bland and mediocre?
Strong words from you Charlie. Can I ask you one more thing?
Charlie looks at him and grins.
Sure, buddy.
What are your thoughts on the videos that have been mysteriously airing on the titantron on Carnage the last few weeks.
Charlie chuckles, and looks at Rick.
I don't know a thing about those. Probably just some punk trying to get in someone's head. Hell, they may even be coming after me.
He again chuckles, and walks away, claiming the interview to be over. We hear him say to himself as he leaves.
Ha! The darkness, I'm White. Hahaha.
Fade to black...
I know, I know, I'll be down in a minute. My roommate's having another breakdown.
Aside...
Liz, just calm down. He's just another guy. Don't worry. Just watch some TV and forget about him.
Her friend is heard in the background...
The fuck do you mean calm down?! You're going on a date and you expect me to forget guys?! Just get the fuck out of here!
Click. The phone hangs up. Seconds later, a beautiful blonde girl makes her way out the door of the building and down the steps. She is wearing a smooth black blouse, with a pair of light blue jeans. She has on Chuck Taylor Converse and aviator sunglasses. She notices Charlie staring quite intently, and blushes.
Cuz Damn.
Ha, thanks Charlie.
She leans into the window of the car.
Are you gonna get in?
What's that in your lip?
Dip. Why? Do you not like it? I can take it out.
No, it's okay. My dad did it. If anything, it will remind me of him a little.
Well alrighty then.
She gives him a questionable look.
What kind is it?
Griz green.
What's that?
He reaches over into the glove compartment and pulls out a tin of Grizzly Wintergreen dipping tobacco.
This.
Hmm. Interesting. What does it taste like?
Have you ever eaten grass with a mint in your mouth?
Ew.
You gotta be used to it.
They both let out a laugh.
You have a nickname?
Not that I know of.
I'm gonna give you one that only I can call you.
Oh? And what might that be?
Griz.
Griz?
Griz. So whenever I call you it, you'll remember our first date when you showed me what Griz is.
The both, again, let out a chuckle, and they drive off. The eventually arrive to the assumed destination, a park. He gets out, and runs around to help the girl out of the car. She laughs.
So, Cindy. What do you do for a living?
I'm a bartender. How about you, Charlie?
I'm a rapper.
She gives an inquisitive look.
Oh really? But you're white.
Yes I am. But I can rap. But you wanna know something?
Sure.
I want to be a wrestler.
Excitedly, Cindy's face lights up.
No way! I love wrestling.
You're kidding me?! Since when do women, especially as pretty as you, love wrestling?
Aw, thanks. My dad watched it from the day I was born.
Awesome. I'm gonna be there some day. Have you ever heard of Premium Championship Wrestling?
Yeah, it's my favorite!
Oh good. I'm gonna take a break from rapping someday and wrestle there. It's like my life goal.
The two are laying back on the hood of his car, looking up at the stars, as night has fallen. Cindy scoots over and leans her head over to his arm , which he happily drapes over her. They spend the night talking, laughing, and enjoying each others' presence...
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We cut to a new scene, where both Charlie and Cindy are again laying on the hood of the very same car, in the very same park. Dusk has fallen, too, in this situation, and they begin to gaze off to the stars, again, talking, laughing, and enjoying each other being there...
Hey Charlie.
Yeah?
Remember when we did this on our first date? It was great.
Oh boy, do I remember. You looked so beautiful.
Aww.
She turns and kisses him on the cheek. He swiftly turns his head to catch her lips with his.
Do you remember when you told me you wanted to be a wrestler for the first time?
And I said I wanted to be in PCW?
They burst out laughing, drawing tears at the depth of their laughter. When they calm down, and continue conversation.
And you panicked when you learned that Bobby Dunn worked for WKF, which worked with PCW.
Yeah. Hell, am I glad they left before Curt got me that deal.
What made you want to be a wrestler?
Well it was only a dream I wasn't going to follow, until I learned you love it.
Why wouldn't you go after it? You're so great at it.
Look at how many people followed my music like I was the only rapper on Earth?
So? Listen, I know you may love the fans, but in the end, it's about what you want.
That's why I'm glad so many people support my wrestling.
They fall to silence, both smiling in joy. They rest there for a few minutes, until Charlie suddenly starts speaking...
There's something I want to tell you.
What's that, babe?
It's kind of random. I've been thinking. We had some trouble over the years. I want you to know that I never want to hurt you again.
That's good.
No, that's not all. I never want us to end.
You want to know what this sounds like?
What?
It sounds like you're proposing.
That wasn't my plan. Uh, I don't have a ring or shit for you.
Don't worry. It can be our little secret.
They smile, and stare of in the stars, just like that night two years ago.
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We cut again to another scene, where Charlie is backstage at Wrestling Kings Federation. It seems to be the day of Carnage. We see Ricky Ranson front and center of the camera.
Joining me now for an interview is none other than Charlie White.
Thanks for having me, boy.
Charlie shakes Rick's hand, who gives him a dirty look.
Anyways, Charlie. Two weeks ago, you faced off against JT Evans of TNT, winning in your WKF debut. Can I get some thoughts on that?
Why yes, Rick, you can. Two weeks ago, I debuted against JT Evans. Now, let me tell you, that match was hell. The kid was big, and he was dumb. But Hell, he's strong. Yeah, he threw me around like a rag doll. But look who won in the end? Me. That's right. Charlie went 1 for 1 to kick it off. And I won it in beautiful fashion. Anybody else think that Frog Splash was golden? I mean, climb, jump, photo op, and BAM. Pin. One, two, three. Ref raises my hand, and I get to celebrate. But I knew that wasn't my best option. That pissed TNT off. They got Ange to send their leader after me.
That leads me to my next question. What can you say about your match last week against Nick?
Charlie's faces turns from one of excitedness to one of dismay.
Well. It all started when I called him out at a concert. My last concert, might I add. He took notice, sent out JT, I beat him, and he wanted a hold of me himself. Well, he got it. We put on an epic. I'll tell you, I was dog tired. I just wanted to lay down and sleep for days. So I got desperate. I picked up his worn down body and hit him with a piledriver. Aw fuck. There was the mistake. We were both tired enough to stay down. But I sat up, and looked at him. He hadn't moved an inch. I knew something was up. My first instinct was to check on him. I made sure to stay down so the ref would call the match over. I yelled for the docs. He still didn't move. They stretchered him. Am I glad I didn't lose? Hell yeah. Am I happy it happened how it did? No way. I've woken up every morning this week, and just felt like shit. I just put another man in the way of death. I probably ended his career, and I sure as hell almost killed him. I won't be able to get over that. Not in a million years. So here's this. Nick, I am sincerely sorry. I had no intentions to hurt you like that. I just wanted to win. My prayers are with your family, your fiancee, and most importantly, you.
They take a pause, a moment for Nick.
Very sad news. Moving on, what are your thoughts on this week against the debuting Bobby Beach?
Ah, Mr. Bobby Beach. The Beach Terror. You interrupted what could've been a very scary, and frankly, traumatizing moment. You walked out and talked big when the paramedics were ushering the motionless body of Nick Taylor to an ambulance. Do you have a heart? For all you know, that could've been his dying day, and you would've blatantly and abruptly interrupted the last moment Lila got to see of him. Do you feel good about yourself now? Do you just feel great inside knowing you ruined what was already a tragic moment?
He pauses, collecting himself and gathering his anger towards Beach. Once he calms himself, Rick motions, asking if he'd like to continue.
You know, I almost drowned at a beach once, you son of a bitch. What, you're bigger than saving lives? You're better than to be a good person every once and a while? Hell, you'll probably be saying you're good person by letting women look at you. I mean, for Christ's sake, get over yourself, man. There are times to be looking in a mirror in awe, some more than others, and there are times when you have to man up and fight. I'm going to Carnage, to our match, to show you how a real man wrestles. My question for you is, can you hang with me? Can you wrestle like a real man? Or do you wrestle as good as your hair looks; bland and mediocre?
Strong words from you Charlie. Can I ask you one more thing?
Charlie looks at him and grins.
Sure, buddy.
What are your thoughts on the videos that have been mysteriously airing on the titantron on Carnage the last few weeks.
Charlie chuckles, and looks at Rick.
I don't know a thing about those. Probably just some punk trying to get in someone's head. Hell, they may even be coming after me.
He again chuckles, and walks away, claiming the interview to be over. We hear him say to himself as he leaves.
Ha! The darkness, I'm White. Hahaha.
Fade to black...
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