Post by Gunner Hughes on Apr 30, 2013 1:42:35 GMT -5
The scene opens up inside NAW headquarters in Wilkes-Barre where the closed office door of NAW owner Alex Morgan is shown. Some muffled voices are heard coming from the other side of the door, and after a few moments the voices stop and the door opens, and then out walks the former NAW Champion, Gunner Hughes. He closes the door behind him and starts to head down the hallway, but before he can take any more than a few steps he is stopped by NAW Journalist Barry Lincoln. Lincoln has a microphone in his hand, and he greets Gunner, who does not appear to be as excited to see Barry as Barry is to see him.
Barry:“Hey Gunner, you have a second?”
Gunner glares back at Barry and says nothing, not appearing to quite be in the mood for an interview at the moment.
Barry:“I understand, tough loss at Spring Breakdown….it’s a shoe in for a match-of-the-year candidate though. How are you feeling after the match?”
Gunner:“I’m still alive.”
Barry:“Did anything about Virgil surprise you once the match started?”
Gunner:“Not really. I did my thing, I ran over him and then I planted him with the Buckshot for the three count like I always do. Nothing surprised me until after that point….when Virgil came back from there to bring out his A-game. My hats off to him. He was the better man that night for sure. It’s just too bad that he’s already proven after one day that he won’t be the better champion.”
Barry gets a confused look on his face.
Barry:“What do you mean?”
Gunner:“Look, Virgil proved that he has what it takes to become the champ…there’s no denying that. He won fair and square…he locked in a move that I couldn’t escape from and I had to make the choice of either tapping out or risking shortening my career. He proved that in this sport you have to be able to wrestle as well as fight. But he also claimed to have respect for the sport of professional wrestling and how it operates, and yet he’s already trying to duck the inevitable rematch with me. Instead of honoring me with a rematch, he’s looking to just start padding his title run by hand picking his first opponent. And he thinks he can be a role model?”
Gunner laughs.
Gunner:“Yeah right. I can see the Wheaties box now…a big picture of Virgil Keenan on the front with the words “Eat Your Wheaties Motherfuckers!” right below it. I don’t think so Barry. If Virgil hasn’t been around title belts long enough to know what a champion’s clause is….then he’s about to quickly become educated.”
Barry:“So is that why you called for the meeting with Alex Morgan?”
Gunner:“You’re damned right. But I didn’t call the meeting with anybody...the boss called me. He knows how hard I fought for that title belt and he knows that I’m gonna want my rematch. So Virgil Keenan can toss out challenges to whomever he wants to, but the fact is he’s gonna have to get though me first. And this time it’s not going to be the best three out of five…this time he’s only getting one chance! This time I’m taking his head clear off of his god damned shoulders!”
Just then a couple of familiar looking clean cut men walk into the scene, both dressed in dark colored suits and sunglasses. They stop behind Gunner and one of them taps him on the shoulder.
Man:“Excuse me, Mr. Hughes?”
Gunner turns and just attempts blow them off.
Gunner:“I’m sorry sir, this is business….no time for autographs right now.”
Her then turns to Barry and continues his tirade.
Gunner:“I mean did Virgil really think that he could escape giving me a crack at getting my title back? Did he really think that one loss would make me go away?”
After a few more seconds the man again taps Gunner on the shoulder, and this time Gunner turns to him and gives him some attitude, snatching a piece of paper out of the nearest man’s hand.
Gunner:“Alright, Jesus…let’s make this quick then. I’m all for meeting with my fans, but I already told you that I was trying to take care of some business here…wait a second, what is this?”
Gunner glances down at the paper he just snatched, noticing something peculiar about it. A group of police officers then walk into the scene, with two of them walking behind Gunner and grabbing his arms. One of the men wearing the suits comes walking up and smiles at Gunner as he snatches the paper back, this time holding it up in front of Gunner’ face.
Man:“A warrant for your arrest Gunner Hughes. Cuff him.”
Gunner:“What the hell? Bullsh…”
Before Gunner can even finish his statement the two police officers standing behind him attempt to bend his arms behind his back, but he easily tosses one to the floor with the swipe of his arm then he closelines the other. The rest of the uniformed officers then start to gather around Gunner, and he begins to take a fighting stance. The man with the warrant speaks up just as the police officers prepare to pounce on Gunner.
Man:“Everybody hold on!”
The man then turns to Gunner
Man:“Is this really how you want this to go down? The glorious Gunner Hughes fighting cops? You’ll never wrestle again if you take this route, and besides that my guys are packing thousands upon thousands of volts of electricity in their tasers…..you fancy pissing your pants on public television?”
After a few moments, a reluctant Gunner lowers his arms and allows the police to handcuff him as the agent walks up and smiles at him, removing his sunglasses to look him in the eye.
Man:“I told you I would get you didn’t I? You were so smug back then...but now people are talking Gunner...and now I have the evidence. Now I know what was in the boat. You got anything to say?”
Gunner raises his head and stares the man in the eyes as he responds.
Gunner:“You can put me in a cell, but we both know that eventually you’re going to have to walk me out of the jail and apologize for your mistake.”
The man laughs and mocks Gunner as he folds up the warrant and puts it in his pocket.
Man:“Is that right? Well I guess we’ll just see about that won’t we? Get him out of my face!”
Barry looks on in horror as the police officers finish handcuffing Gunner and then escort him down the corridor. The agent then nods farewell to Barry before he turns to follow the convoy down the hallway and the scene fades.
Barry:“Hey Gunner, you have a second?”
Gunner glares back at Barry and says nothing, not appearing to quite be in the mood for an interview at the moment.
Barry:“I understand, tough loss at Spring Breakdown….it’s a shoe in for a match-of-the-year candidate though. How are you feeling after the match?”
Gunner:“I’m still alive.”
Barry:“Did anything about Virgil surprise you once the match started?”
Gunner:“Not really. I did my thing, I ran over him and then I planted him with the Buckshot for the three count like I always do. Nothing surprised me until after that point….when Virgil came back from there to bring out his A-game. My hats off to him. He was the better man that night for sure. It’s just too bad that he’s already proven after one day that he won’t be the better champion.”
Barry gets a confused look on his face.
Barry:“What do you mean?”
Gunner:“Look, Virgil proved that he has what it takes to become the champ…there’s no denying that. He won fair and square…he locked in a move that I couldn’t escape from and I had to make the choice of either tapping out or risking shortening my career. He proved that in this sport you have to be able to wrestle as well as fight. But he also claimed to have respect for the sport of professional wrestling and how it operates, and yet he’s already trying to duck the inevitable rematch with me. Instead of honoring me with a rematch, he’s looking to just start padding his title run by hand picking his first opponent. And he thinks he can be a role model?”
Gunner laughs.
Gunner:“Yeah right. I can see the Wheaties box now…a big picture of Virgil Keenan on the front with the words “Eat Your Wheaties Motherfuckers!” right below it. I don’t think so Barry. If Virgil hasn’t been around title belts long enough to know what a champion’s clause is….then he’s about to quickly become educated.”
Barry:“So is that why you called for the meeting with Alex Morgan?”
Gunner:“You’re damned right. But I didn’t call the meeting with anybody...the boss called me. He knows how hard I fought for that title belt and he knows that I’m gonna want my rematch. So Virgil Keenan can toss out challenges to whomever he wants to, but the fact is he’s gonna have to get though me first. And this time it’s not going to be the best three out of five…this time he’s only getting one chance! This time I’m taking his head clear off of his god damned shoulders!”
Just then a couple of familiar looking clean cut men walk into the scene, both dressed in dark colored suits and sunglasses. They stop behind Gunner and one of them taps him on the shoulder.
Man:“Excuse me, Mr. Hughes?”
Gunner turns and just attempts blow them off.
Gunner:“I’m sorry sir, this is business….no time for autographs right now.”
Her then turns to Barry and continues his tirade.
Gunner:“I mean did Virgil really think that he could escape giving me a crack at getting my title back? Did he really think that one loss would make me go away?”
After a few more seconds the man again taps Gunner on the shoulder, and this time Gunner turns to him and gives him some attitude, snatching a piece of paper out of the nearest man’s hand.
Gunner:“Alright, Jesus…let’s make this quick then. I’m all for meeting with my fans, but I already told you that I was trying to take care of some business here…wait a second, what is this?”
Gunner glances down at the paper he just snatched, noticing something peculiar about it. A group of police officers then walk into the scene, with two of them walking behind Gunner and grabbing his arms. One of the men wearing the suits comes walking up and smiles at Gunner as he snatches the paper back, this time holding it up in front of Gunner’ face.
Man:“A warrant for your arrest Gunner Hughes. Cuff him.”
Gunner:“What the hell? Bullsh…”
Before Gunner can even finish his statement the two police officers standing behind him attempt to bend his arms behind his back, but he easily tosses one to the floor with the swipe of his arm then he closelines the other. The rest of the uniformed officers then start to gather around Gunner, and he begins to take a fighting stance. The man with the warrant speaks up just as the police officers prepare to pounce on Gunner.
Man:“Everybody hold on!”
The man then turns to Gunner
Man:“Is this really how you want this to go down? The glorious Gunner Hughes fighting cops? You’ll never wrestle again if you take this route, and besides that my guys are packing thousands upon thousands of volts of electricity in their tasers…..you fancy pissing your pants on public television?”
After a few moments, a reluctant Gunner lowers his arms and allows the police to handcuff him as the agent walks up and smiles at him, removing his sunglasses to look him in the eye.
Man:“I told you I would get you didn’t I? You were so smug back then...but now people are talking Gunner...and now I have the evidence. Now I know what was in the boat. You got anything to say?”
Gunner raises his head and stares the man in the eyes as he responds.
Gunner:“You can put me in a cell, but we both know that eventually you’re going to have to walk me out of the jail and apologize for your mistake.”
The man laughs and mocks Gunner as he folds up the warrant and puts it in his pocket.
Man:“Is that right? Well I guess we’ll just see about that won’t we? Get him out of my face!”
Barry looks on in horror as the police officers finish handcuffing Gunner and then escort him down the corridor. The agent then nods farewell to Barry before he turns to follow the convoy down the hallway and the scene fades.