Post by patricksparkman on Feb 9, 2013 22:18:45 GMT -5
*Steam rolls out of a bathroom as the door opens. Out walks Patrick Sparkman in a ‘Fairmont Pittsburgh’ robe while drying his hair. Sparkman’s phone rings to the tune of ‘Rocky Top’, which breaks the background noise of Sportscenter on the room’s TV. Sparkman sees that it’s his old high school running buddy and teammate, Hunter Richards, and puts the phone on speaker.*
Sparkman: H, what’s good brotha?
Richards: Sup Smooth. We just picked up our car and we’re heading downtown right now.
Sparkman: Alright brotha. I’ll see ya in a few.
*Sparkman hangs up the phone and begins the process of getting ready for his first evening out in Pittsburgh as a celebration for his new job in wrestling. About 30 minutes later, a knock comes at Sparkman’s hotel room door. He kicks up off the bed, now in an orange and white checkered button-down and jeans, and answers the door. A collection of friends from high school and college have flown up (on Sparkman’s dime) to see their old buddy’s first wrestling match. Included in the group are Hunter Richards, his best friend from high school, Mark Claussen, a teammate of Patrick’s from UT, and Ally Claire (AC) Gibbs, who, since high school, has been Patrick’s go to lady when he is still alone at the bar’s closing. They all head downstairs and hop in Sparkman’s limo to begin a night of bar hopping. After arriving at first club, they head straight to a private room waiting for them. As they all get their drinks, Hunter raises his glass.*
Richards: Well, lemme be the first to raise this glass to the new career for our boy here. *While raising his glass* Smooth, when I heard you got a job wrestling up north, I was kinda shocked. I mean, damn, I’d have thought you were happy with just living life in Nashville. But I know that you ain’t gonna take no lip and will show these folks how we handle business down south. But thank you for bringing us all up here to see this, and I know we all wish you the best of luck. *As everyone agrees, they all clink glasses.*
Sparkman: *After finishing a drink* Thanks y’all. I’m glad that y’all were able to be up here for this. I know not only does it suck being in Shittsburgh of all the places in the world, but dammit it’s cold up here. This is some bullshit weather, but y’all are braving it which is why y’all are ballin’. *They all take another drink. Sparkman starts talking again.* Alright, let’s get out and cut a rug ladies and gentlemen.
*The group all goes out onto the dance floor and starts dancing. After an hour where everyone has had a few rounds, Mark leans over to Patrick who is dancing with AC, and asks if they are ready to head to another bar. Sparkman agrees to it and begins gathering up everyone and let’s his limo driver know that they are ready to roll. They all head to the next bar. Once arriving, Sparkman very blatantly slips the bouncer a wad of cash and lets the group into the club. They all grab drinks and head to the dance floor. About 20 minutes later, Patrick and Hunter decide to go head out onto patio to have some cigars. After Patrick grabs two out of his coat pocket and hands one to Hunter.*
Richards: Thanks bro. *They both light them and take a few puffs off of them* So, I gotta know…why did you decide to wrestle professionally, especially up here in the north of all places.
Sparkman: Y’know, I got my business degree from UT by the skin of my ass, but dad said that as long as I got a degree, he’d find me a gig somewhere downtown (Nashville). And you remember that gig I had at CMT, it was okay, but I just couldn’t sit behind a desk for the rest of my life, at least not yet. Sure as hell wasn’t gonna get a look in football. Coach Fulmer wasn’t gonna put me in and, even when he did, they’d never look my way, so I didn’t have a tape there for football. Thought about trying to score a minor league deal in baseball, but I was too old according to them. *Takes another puff of his cigar* Only thing left I did in school was wrestling. I actually started training nights up in Millersville and mom and dad had no idea. But I just started sending my information and videos and when I saw something up in the northeast, I figured they deserved to see the best the south had to offer that wasn’t a four-toothed, overalls-wearin’ caricature.
Richards: Solid. *Puffs his cigar again* So… I gotta ask, what are you thinking about your first match?
Sparkman: It’s hard to tell. This is this girl’s debut match.
Richards: *Cutting off Patrick* Wait…It’s a chick you’re wrestling?!
Sparkman: *With a lot of snark* Well, by Boston standards she is. *The two laugh. Sparkman takes another puff off his cigar* I mean, wrestling women was one thing I said I’d never do when I was down in Millersville, but I guess a job’s a job and you ain’t got gentlemen up here like down in Tennessee. Oh well *takes a final puff of his cigar and tosses it off the patio* guess it’s just a first step for me.
Richards: *Following Sparkman’s lead in tossing his cigar butt off the patio* There ya go Smooth. *Looking at his drink* I need some more to drink.
Sparkman: Yeah *looking down at his glass* me too. Plus it’s not like we’ll get any ass tonight just chillin’ out here on the patio running our mouths.
*Patrick and Hunter go back in, each get fresh drinks and head out onto the dance floor. After he finishes his next round, he heads back to the bar where there is a particularly well-developed brunette standing up against it. Sparkman buys her a drink and begins putting his moves on her. After they get their drinks, she pulls Patrick by his wrist out onto the dance floor. Ten minutes later, he is out on the dance floor with her when he feels a pull on his shoulder turning him around. Before he can say anything, a stiff right drops Patrick to one knee. As Sparkman straightens his jaw, the girl holds her boyfriend’s back and begins chiding him. As she backs him off, Sparkman jumps after the guy spread eagle and lands a couple good rights. He is pulled off the boyfriend by the boyfriend’s friends. After seeing this, all of Sparkman’s posse jump into the melee. The club’s bouncers head into to break up the fight and begin throwing all those involved out. Outside the club, Sparkman, breathing heavy, is held up against the building by Mark and AC to cool down while Hunter gets some money from Patrick to give to the club owner to cover the damages. About the time he’s finally cooled down, the boyfriend is leaving and he tries to grab the girl by the arm roughly. Patrick is wound back up by this.*
Sparkman: Hey shit for brains! Treat a lady the way the way she should be treated!
Boyfriend: Hey, blow me fat ass!
Sparkman: You keep treating some of these girls like that and that’ll be the only way you get some.
Boyfriend: Motherfu…
*The boyfriend lets go of the girl and heads for the wall where Patrick is still held by his friends. Right as the guy is about to hit Patrick, they let go and Patrick ducks as the guy ends up punching the wall. As he grimaces in pain, Patrick throws a straight right and then grabs the head of the guy and slams it into the wall. As the guy drops, Mark and Hunter have each held back the other guy’s backup.*
Sparkman: *Nodding his head up to say let them go to his friends* Go ahead…*pointing his head down the fallen man on the sidewalk* clean up your trash.
*He begins walking away with a smirk on his face, when he looks back to see the girl standing there awkwardly wondering what to do now. Patrick walks back to her and pulls what appears to be a business card out and gives it to her. She looks down at it as he turns and walks away. The card simply says on one side “Patrick Sparkman: That’s All You Need to Know”. Clearly confused, she flips it over and sees a small arrow on one end, a magnetic strip on one side, and ‘Fairmont 2204. You then see AC holding the same thing in her hand from earlier in the evening.*
Claussen: What’d you give her?
Sparkman: *With the same smirk as before* Don’t worry about it Mark Mark.
*The whole group gets into the limo and the last shot is just that of the limo driving away.*
Sparkman: H, what’s good brotha?
Richards: Sup Smooth. We just picked up our car and we’re heading downtown right now.
Sparkman: Alright brotha. I’ll see ya in a few.
*Sparkman hangs up the phone and begins the process of getting ready for his first evening out in Pittsburgh as a celebration for his new job in wrestling. About 30 minutes later, a knock comes at Sparkman’s hotel room door. He kicks up off the bed, now in an orange and white checkered button-down and jeans, and answers the door. A collection of friends from high school and college have flown up (on Sparkman’s dime) to see their old buddy’s first wrestling match. Included in the group are Hunter Richards, his best friend from high school, Mark Claussen, a teammate of Patrick’s from UT, and Ally Claire (AC) Gibbs, who, since high school, has been Patrick’s go to lady when he is still alone at the bar’s closing. They all head downstairs and hop in Sparkman’s limo to begin a night of bar hopping. After arriving at first club, they head straight to a private room waiting for them. As they all get their drinks, Hunter raises his glass.*
Richards: Well, lemme be the first to raise this glass to the new career for our boy here. *While raising his glass* Smooth, when I heard you got a job wrestling up north, I was kinda shocked. I mean, damn, I’d have thought you were happy with just living life in Nashville. But I know that you ain’t gonna take no lip and will show these folks how we handle business down south. But thank you for bringing us all up here to see this, and I know we all wish you the best of luck. *As everyone agrees, they all clink glasses.*
Sparkman: *After finishing a drink* Thanks y’all. I’m glad that y’all were able to be up here for this. I know not only does it suck being in Shittsburgh of all the places in the world, but dammit it’s cold up here. This is some bullshit weather, but y’all are braving it which is why y’all are ballin’. *They all take another drink. Sparkman starts talking again.* Alright, let’s get out and cut a rug ladies and gentlemen.
*The group all goes out onto the dance floor and starts dancing. After an hour where everyone has had a few rounds, Mark leans over to Patrick who is dancing with AC, and asks if they are ready to head to another bar. Sparkman agrees to it and begins gathering up everyone and let’s his limo driver know that they are ready to roll. They all head to the next bar. Once arriving, Sparkman very blatantly slips the bouncer a wad of cash and lets the group into the club. They all grab drinks and head to the dance floor. About 20 minutes later, Patrick and Hunter decide to go head out onto patio to have some cigars. After Patrick grabs two out of his coat pocket and hands one to Hunter.*
Richards: Thanks bro. *They both light them and take a few puffs off of them* So, I gotta know…why did you decide to wrestle professionally, especially up here in the north of all places.
Sparkman: Y’know, I got my business degree from UT by the skin of my ass, but dad said that as long as I got a degree, he’d find me a gig somewhere downtown (Nashville). And you remember that gig I had at CMT, it was okay, but I just couldn’t sit behind a desk for the rest of my life, at least not yet. Sure as hell wasn’t gonna get a look in football. Coach Fulmer wasn’t gonna put me in and, even when he did, they’d never look my way, so I didn’t have a tape there for football. Thought about trying to score a minor league deal in baseball, but I was too old according to them. *Takes another puff of his cigar* Only thing left I did in school was wrestling. I actually started training nights up in Millersville and mom and dad had no idea. But I just started sending my information and videos and when I saw something up in the northeast, I figured they deserved to see the best the south had to offer that wasn’t a four-toothed, overalls-wearin’ caricature.
Richards: Solid. *Puffs his cigar again* So… I gotta ask, what are you thinking about your first match?
Sparkman: It’s hard to tell. This is this girl’s debut match.
Richards: *Cutting off Patrick* Wait…It’s a chick you’re wrestling?!
Sparkman: *With a lot of snark* Well, by Boston standards she is. *The two laugh. Sparkman takes another puff off his cigar* I mean, wrestling women was one thing I said I’d never do when I was down in Millersville, but I guess a job’s a job and you ain’t got gentlemen up here like down in Tennessee. Oh well *takes a final puff of his cigar and tosses it off the patio* guess it’s just a first step for me.
Richards: *Following Sparkman’s lead in tossing his cigar butt off the patio* There ya go Smooth. *Looking at his drink* I need some more to drink.
Sparkman: Yeah *looking down at his glass* me too. Plus it’s not like we’ll get any ass tonight just chillin’ out here on the patio running our mouths.
*Patrick and Hunter go back in, each get fresh drinks and head out onto the dance floor. After he finishes his next round, he heads back to the bar where there is a particularly well-developed brunette standing up against it. Sparkman buys her a drink and begins putting his moves on her. After they get their drinks, she pulls Patrick by his wrist out onto the dance floor. Ten minutes later, he is out on the dance floor with her when he feels a pull on his shoulder turning him around. Before he can say anything, a stiff right drops Patrick to one knee. As Sparkman straightens his jaw, the girl holds her boyfriend’s back and begins chiding him. As she backs him off, Sparkman jumps after the guy spread eagle and lands a couple good rights. He is pulled off the boyfriend by the boyfriend’s friends. After seeing this, all of Sparkman’s posse jump into the melee. The club’s bouncers head into to break up the fight and begin throwing all those involved out. Outside the club, Sparkman, breathing heavy, is held up against the building by Mark and AC to cool down while Hunter gets some money from Patrick to give to the club owner to cover the damages. About the time he’s finally cooled down, the boyfriend is leaving and he tries to grab the girl by the arm roughly. Patrick is wound back up by this.*
Sparkman: Hey shit for brains! Treat a lady the way the way she should be treated!
Boyfriend: Hey, blow me fat ass!
Sparkman: You keep treating some of these girls like that and that’ll be the only way you get some.
Boyfriend: Motherfu…
*The boyfriend lets go of the girl and heads for the wall where Patrick is still held by his friends. Right as the guy is about to hit Patrick, they let go and Patrick ducks as the guy ends up punching the wall. As he grimaces in pain, Patrick throws a straight right and then grabs the head of the guy and slams it into the wall. As the guy drops, Mark and Hunter have each held back the other guy’s backup.*
Sparkman: *Nodding his head up to say let them go to his friends* Go ahead…*pointing his head down the fallen man on the sidewalk* clean up your trash.
*He begins walking away with a smirk on his face, when he looks back to see the girl standing there awkwardly wondering what to do now. Patrick walks back to her and pulls what appears to be a business card out and gives it to her. She looks down at it as he turns and walks away. The card simply says on one side “Patrick Sparkman: That’s All You Need to Know”. Clearly confused, she flips it over and sees a small arrow on one end, a magnetic strip on one side, and ‘Fairmont 2204. You then see AC holding the same thing in her hand from earlier in the evening.*
Claussen: What’d you give her?
Sparkman: *With the same smirk as before* Don’t worry about it Mark Mark.
*The whole group gets into the limo and the last shot is just that of the limo driving away.*