Post by Stu on Dec 15, 2010 23:06:09 GMT -5
Waiting, it can be the most boring experience in the word; it can also be quite a nerve racking experience. Stuart Cage is seen eagerly waiting in the waiting area of a hospital. To pass the time, Cage is flicking through a folder. At closer inspection, we can see the folders contents’. The folder contains old articles that have been taking from tabloids and SMARK websites; they feature Cage’s personal life.
Cage’s phone rings.
“Hello” Cage answers as he closes the folder. “Well you can tell Noble & Sterling to get to fuck; I told them I had a family emergency. Yeah well I said I couldn’t make that show……look, I know I was advertised to be there but something more important came up…..are you questioning my commitment this week?.....look, I had other things on my mind.”
“Sir…Sir!” The nurse exclaims finally catching Cage’s attention. “They’re to be no mobile phones switched on while in the waiting area.”
“Look, I need to go, tell Noble and Sterling to advertise me at the supercard, and if I don’t show? They can fire my fucking ass. But I’ll be there, and I’ll be giving fucking 110 percent!” Cage hangs up.“Sorry.” Cage says with a tad bit of sarcasm.
“Thank you.”
Cage picks the folder back up and starts to skim through it. Each one of the pages contains an eye catching headline. “Cage…locked in a Cage after latest assault.”, “Cage fined by UWL for latest no show.” “Cage told to public apologies for alleged sexual harassment.” The list goes on showing a very ugly side to Stuart Cage. [/i]
“Is there a Stuart James in the room?”
Cage pops up from his seat slamming the folder shut again. “That’s me.”
“Follow me right this way sir.”
“Sure.” Cage says looking slightly apprehensive.
“Just in here sir, congratulations.”
Walking through the door, Cage finds himself staring at his ex girlfriend holding a new born baby boy.
“Hey” Cage says with a quiver in his voice.
“Hi, I’m surprised you made it.”
“I wouldn’t have missed this for the world.”
“Really?” A mans voice is heard from the corner of the room.
“And just who the fuck are you?” Cage says looking confused.
“’Who I’m I?’ I’m the man who was there to pick up the pieces when you decided to fuck off without a bye or leave.”
“Rachel, who’s this fucking clown?”
“Clown!? The circus only arrived when you entered the room, pal.”
“Oh, we have a comedian on our hands, how about you just fuck off.”
“Boy’s! Please stop it! You’ll wake the baby up! Roy, would you please give me and Stuart a minute?”
“Alright” Roy says with a growl. Roy exits the door, eye balling Cage.
“Fucking prick!” Cage makes his way over to Rachel and the baby.
“Why do you always have to be such an asshole to every guy I get with.”
“Me? He was the one acting the asshole! Anyway, fuck him.”
Rachel let’s out a sigh before breaking out a small smile when she see’s the look on Stuart’s face. Stuart’s face looks gentle for once as he stares starry eyed at his new born son. “So this is ours?” Stuart asks breaking out a smile himself.
“Yes, would you like to hold him?”
Cage nods as Rachel gently passes their child over to Cage.
“He’s so small, have you thought about a name for him yet?”
“Not yet, have you?”
“Nah, but a couple of the boys were throwing all kinds of rubbish names at me; Robert, Alexander, Christian.”
“Yeah, I’m not keen on any of those names.”
Rachel allows Cage to be lost in their new born child for a few moments; she’s never seen him so happy before.
“I never expected you to come, but I’m glad you did.”
“I wouldn’t have missed this for the world.”
“Really?” Rachel says sounding surprised.
Cage looks at Rachel. “Really.” Cage says sincerely, which brings a glowing smile to Rachel’s face.
“What’s that?” Rachel asks indicating to the folder.
“My fuck ups.”
“Language, Stuart!”
“What, like he’ll be able to understand me anyway!”
“But still!”
“Ok fine, I’ll watch my language from now on.”
“Good, now what do you mean by your ‘muck’ ups?”
Cage reaches for the folder and hands it to Rachel. Rachel begins to examine the folder.
“I see, but why did you make this?”
“I didn’t.”
“Then who did?”
“I’m not 100 percent sure, but I have a rough idea.”
“Really, who do you think it was?”
“My Dad…”
“You really think so? Why do you think he’d do that?”
“Too give me a massive kick up the arse.”
“Stuart!”
“Sorry, ‘bum…’, but I’m guessing it’s to try and spur me on to actually achieve something with my life. He’s always been hard on me because I’ve got so much potential, according to him anyway. But it seems no matter how hard I try; I’ll never be as good as him.”
Rachel finishes flicking through the folder. “It has pretty much every single mistake you’ve ever made…”
“Yeah, except for letting you go…”
Just then Roy bursts into the room. “Alright, times up!”
Cage passes the baby back to Rachel.
“Here, hold the bus! Who says it’s time up?” Cage says sounding angry.
“Me!”
Cage stands up and squares up to, Roy.
“You really want to do this?” Roy laughs.
“I wouldn’t be standing here otherwise.”
“Boys, stop it!” Rachel cries out.
Before any man can throw a punch, Tyrel Jackson, Stuart Cage’s friends burst into the room.
“Right boy’s you better be calming this shit right down before I go all Jackie Chan on your mother fucking be-hinds!”
Tyrel grabs Cage and pulls him away to the door. “I think it’s time we were leaving man.”
“Fine...” Cage says sounding annoyed. Cage, about to exit is stopped by the sound of Rachel’s voice.
“Stuart.” Rachel calls out as Cage turns around. “You won’t fail this time.”
Cage nods. “I’ll be in touch Rachel, and I’ll be seeing you later dickwad” Cage says referring to Roy before leaving the room with, Tyrel.
“What the fuck was that all about, man?” Tyrel asks.
“He started it!”
“I find that hard to believe, you’re a loose cannon my friend! You’d best be channelling that aggression and keeping it for the ring, you hear?”
“I hear you.”
“Good, now we need to sort your fucking head out before Winter Warfare. We need to erase these fucking demons that have been holding you back all those years. Maybe being a daddy now will help the healing.”
Cage nods. “This is my last chance to make something of myself. The thing is though, it’s not just my Dad or myself I need to prove my worth too, it’s my little boy as well now…”
“Then you know what needs to be done, let’s get to work for Winter Warfare!”
The scene ends.
Cage’s phone rings.
“Hello” Cage answers as he closes the folder. “Well you can tell Noble & Sterling to get to fuck; I told them I had a family emergency. Yeah well I said I couldn’t make that show……look, I know I was advertised to be there but something more important came up…..are you questioning my commitment this week?.....look, I had other things on my mind.”
“Sir…Sir!” The nurse exclaims finally catching Cage’s attention. “They’re to be no mobile phones switched on while in the waiting area.”
“Look, I need to go, tell Noble and Sterling to advertise me at the supercard, and if I don’t show? They can fire my fucking ass. But I’ll be there, and I’ll be giving fucking 110 percent!” Cage hangs up.“Sorry.” Cage says with a tad bit of sarcasm.
“Thank you.”
Cage picks the folder back up and starts to skim through it. Each one of the pages contains an eye catching headline. “Cage…locked in a Cage after latest assault.”, “Cage fined by UWL for latest no show.” “Cage told to public apologies for alleged sexual harassment.” The list goes on showing a very ugly side to Stuart Cage. [/i]
“Is there a Stuart James in the room?”
Cage pops up from his seat slamming the folder shut again. “That’s me.”
“Follow me right this way sir.”
“Sure.” Cage says looking slightly apprehensive.
“Just in here sir, congratulations.”
Walking through the door, Cage finds himself staring at his ex girlfriend holding a new born baby boy.
“Hey” Cage says with a quiver in his voice.
“Hi, I’m surprised you made it.”
“I wouldn’t have missed this for the world.”
“Really?” A mans voice is heard from the corner of the room.
“And just who the fuck are you?” Cage says looking confused.
“’Who I’m I?’ I’m the man who was there to pick up the pieces when you decided to fuck off without a bye or leave.”
“Rachel, who’s this fucking clown?”
“Clown!? The circus only arrived when you entered the room, pal.”
“Oh, we have a comedian on our hands, how about you just fuck off.”
“Boy’s! Please stop it! You’ll wake the baby up! Roy, would you please give me and Stuart a minute?”
“Alright” Roy says with a growl. Roy exits the door, eye balling Cage.
“Fucking prick!” Cage makes his way over to Rachel and the baby.
“Why do you always have to be such an asshole to every guy I get with.”
“Me? He was the one acting the asshole! Anyway, fuck him.”
Rachel let’s out a sigh before breaking out a small smile when she see’s the look on Stuart’s face. Stuart’s face looks gentle for once as he stares starry eyed at his new born son. “So this is ours?” Stuart asks breaking out a smile himself.
“Yes, would you like to hold him?”
Cage nods as Rachel gently passes their child over to Cage.
“He’s so small, have you thought about a name for him yet?”
“Not yet, have you?”
“Nah, but a couple of the boys were throwing all kinds of rubbish names at me; Robert, Alexander, Christian.”
“Yeah, I’m not keen on any of those names.”
Rachel allows Cage to be lost in their new born child for a few moments; she’s never seen him so happy before.
“I never expected you to come, but I’m glad you did.”
“I wouldn’t have missed this for the world.”
“Really?” Rachel says sounding surprised.
Cage looks at Rachel. “Really.” Cage says sincerely, which brings a glowing smile to Rachel’s face.
“What’s that?” Rachel asks indicating to the folder.
“My fuck ups.”
“Language, Stuart!”
“What, like he’ll be able to understand me anyway!”
“But still!”
“Ok fine, I’ll watch my language from now on.”
“Good, now what do you mean by your ‘muck’ ups?”
Cage reaches for the folder and hands it to Rachel. Rachel begins to examine the folder.
“I see, but why did you make this?”
“I didn’t.”
“Then who did?”
“I’m not 100 percent sure, but I have a rough idea.”
“Really, who do you think it was?”
“My Dad…”
“You really think so? Why do you think he’d do that?”
“Too give me a massive kick up the arse.”
“Stuart!”
“Sorry, ‘bum…’, but I’m guessing it’s to try and spur me on to actually achieve something with my life. He’s always been hard on me because I’ve got so much potential, according to him anyway. But it seems no matter how hard I try; I’ll never be as good as him.”
Rachel finishes flicking through the folder. “It has pretty much every single mistake you’ve ever made…”
“Yeah, except for letting you go…”
Just then Roy bursts into the room. “Alright, times up!”
Cage passes the baby back to Rachel.
“Here, hold the bus! Who says it’s time up?” Cage says sounding angry.
“Me!”
Cage stands up and squares up to, Roy.
“You really want to do this?” Roy laughs.
“I wouldn’t be standing here otherwise.”
“Boys, stop it!” Rachel cries out.
Before any man can throw a punch, Tyrel Jackson, Stuart Cage’s friends burst into the room.
“Right boy’s you better be calming this shit right down before I go all Jackie Chan on your mother fucking be-hinds!”
Tyrel grabs Cage and pulls him away to the door. “I think it’s time we were leaving man.”
“Fine...” Cage says sounding annoyed. Cage, about to exit is stopped by the sound of Rachel’s voice.
“Stuart.” Rachel calls out as Cage turns around. “You won’t fail this time.”
Cage nods. “I’ll be in touch Rachel, and I’ll be seeing you later dickwad” Cage says referring to Roy before leaving the room with, Tyrel.
“What the fuck was that all about, man?” Tyrel asks.
“He started it!”
“I find that hard to believe, you’re a loose cannon my friend! You’d best be channelling that aggression and keeping it for the ring, you hear?”
“I hear you.”
“Good, now we need to sort your fucking head out before Winter Warfare. We need to erase these fucking demons that have been holding you back all those years. Maybe being a daddy now will help the healing.”
Cage nods. “This is my last chance to make something of myself. The thing is though, it’s not just my Dad or myself I need to prove my worth too, it’s my little boy as well now…”
“Then you know what needs to be done, let’s get to work for Winter Warfare!”
The scene ends.
