All the Tools Necessary

[Paul Sant]

All the Tools Necessary

It's a beautiful afternoon out here at the Murder City Park. Paul Sant is playing football with 7 of his friends. Looking on from the benches nearby is Marley Sant, her sister Mandee, and a few more of their friends. Paul drops back to pass, last play left in the game. He snaps the ball back and does a play action pass. After a few seconds of waiting for someone to get open, he pumps to the right and drills it to the left. Jacob catches it, spinning around in the process before spiking it.

Jacob: And that's game!

The opposition groans.

Paul: Aww come on now, there's always next time fellas.

Friend: Yeah, yeah yeah. Whatever man. Good game.

He high fives Paul while Jacob walks up to both of them and high fives both people.

Jacob: Great game. And yes, you'll have a chance soon.

Mandee: Great job BOYS! Way to kick their asses!!

Marley laughs and blushes a bit from her sister's excitement.

Marley: That's enough Mandee.

Mandee. Sorry sis. But that was amazing.

The rest of the girls laugh and stand up. Dusting themselves off, they say their goodbyes and depart. Paul and Jacob approach the bench and hug their loved ones. They wipe themselves off and begin to drink out of a sports bottle.

Marley: It was awesome guys. I'm happy you all won.

Paul: Thanks babe. It was getting a frustrating out there.

The four make their way to the Sant's ride and depart to their house.

Jacob: It was getting fucking harsh out there!

Paul: Especially when you dropped all those easy passes.

Marley slugs Paul.

Paul: What? Keep your hands on the wheel.

She slugs him again. He makes a face at her, noticing she is getting upset he decides to continue.

Paul: Did you not hear me? Women are bad drivers as it is, we don't need you not giving 100% while driving.

Marley: I'm going to kill you Paul.

Paul turns his head and grins from ear to ear to Jacob and Mandee.

Mandee: You're a jerk Paul. But if Marley is going to let her rage blind her from sensing the sarcasm in your tone, then let her be.

Jacob: Ummm but he isn't joking. Women do suck at driving.

Mandee's eyes widen and quickly backhands Jacob's shoulder. He proceeds to laugh and rub the wound a couple of times.

Jacob: Too easy bro. *laughs*

Paul: *chuckles* Did you expect it not to be? They are twins!

The sisters roll their eyes. The remainder of the drive goes smoothly. Nothing noteworthy to mention....until...

Mandee: So what's up with you this week Paul? Who are you wrestling?

Paul: This guy named Obscene, weird I know but *shrugs*.

Marley: Galen Ronan.

Jacob: And the MMA turned wrestler who doesn't like wrestling but is doing it, Esix Cordero.

Mandee: Weird.

Jacob: Yeah, I know! I mean it's one thing for a guy like me, a well accomplished MMA fighter to be interesting in joining Pro Wrestling one day. You know, because I WANT to be a pro wrestler, love the sport. And it's another for him to not have the same passion. It's as if he fears failure in MMA so he is doing this.

Paul: Which he will fail at too. Especially if I'm the opponent.

Marley: That's right babe.

Mandee: That's not what I meant. Are you going to be in three different matches?

Paul: What?

Mandee: That's three different names. Are you competing three times in one night??

Paul: Oh. No. *chuckles* It's going to be a fatal four way.

Marley: She doesn't know what that is.

Paul: It's like this. The four of us will be in the ring at the same time. First person to get a pinfall or submission is the winner.

Mandee: Sounds chaotic and annoying.

Paul: And tiring! It is all of those things. But I got a few things in my back pocket ready to bring out during the match. This guy Obscene thinks he's dangerous. That guy has NO idea the scenarios I come up with and would KILL to pull off in the ring. Hell, with three of them in there I just may be able to get some of them out there. The combination of moves and holds I can chain together are near endless.

Mandee: You're crazy Paul.

Jacob: That's nothing. You should see some of his old matches.

Marley: You haven't seen much of his work have you?

Mandee: No. But I'm interested in seeing this match.

Paul: Please somebody show her last weeks match.

Mandee: *laughs* Did you do well?

The car pulls up to the driveway and the four get out almost simultaneously.

Paul: Well? HA! that doesn't begin to describe how I did.

They enter in the house and the sisters shoot straight for the couch. Not wanting the men to get their stank on it. Occupying it usually means they get the hint to clean up first. That or they will just get sat on by the guys. Today, they decided to take the chance. Luckily they remained stank-free.

Paul: I pretty much single handily won the match for the team.

Mandee: Who was your partner.

Paul: A friend of mine, Dustin. He's a good guy.

Mandee: Oh. He's a face?

The Santrio look at each other and look at her, not saying a word.

Mandee: What?

Jacob: Well, we kind of don't speak that way around here. It's just weird.

Paul: Yeah, let's leave it as he's a good guy and becoming a great friend of mine. Not as good as Jacob here, but cool guy nonetheless. Anyways I'm up first in the shower. Marley, *points to the laptop* show her the match.

Marley: *laughs* I will, I will. Go already!

Paul smiles and heads to his room to get clean clothes. Marley stands up and connects the laptop to their TV. As she does this, Jacob sees the opening on the couch next to his new girlfriend. "Oh...no Jac...awwww" Marley said in a groan. It was too late. Helpless and knowing that any requests to move would go on to be ignored, she finishes up her task and sits on the chair nearby.

Jacob: As I was saying earlier babe. Esix is a punk. Being a pure MMA style will only get you so far in Pro Wrestling, I just don't like it. I know I could kick his ass in either setting. And I ESPECIALLY know Paul has it in the bag if it was just a straight up one on one match against him. He's outclassed in all areas. While he may be tough with strikes, that's what *points to self* I'm for. To help with that.

Marley: Don't forget to mention how you've been crying about being a pro wrestler for nearly two years now. Have you told her that yet?

Mandee: *giggles* No. No he hasn't. Why haven't you?

Jacob: I'm leaving options open. Despite my success as a fighter, should I have gone to PWF...I would have been blacklisted in the world of MMA. Sure, they could have underestimated me, say I've gone soft. But FUCK THAT.

Marley: You tell 'em Jacob. You know what you're talking about.

Jacob: Hey! Did I not get a few fights during the closure of PWF and now?

Marley: Good point.

Mandee: They were awesome too! Marley, have you seen them?

Marley: Seen 'em? Paul and I attended each one. It was fun getting recognized.

Jacob: And now it's time to get more viewers huh? With a win this week, Paul will be on a slowly growing streak that could lead to more main events and a possible title shot in the future.

Paul: *scoffs* Possible? It's going to happen man. *looks at the tv* Great, I didn't miss the finish.

Paul sits down on the opposite couch and drys his hair with a towel.

Marley: You seem so excited Paul. *laughs* It's cute.

She suddenly gets hit hard with a flying wet towel! Instead of showing anger that she would normally showcase in this situation, she twirls it and snaps it at Jacob. It just catches him, causing him to shout.

Jacob: OW! What the hell? *laughs* I guess that's a sign that I'm up next.

Marley: Please.

Rogers leaves the area while the three finish watching the match.

Mandee: So Jacob really thinks you have it easy when it comes to Esix. What about the other guy in the match? What was his name again?

Marley: You mean Galen Ronan?

Mandee: Yeah, him.

Paul: *scoffs* Galen who?

The three laugh while the finish of last week's match plays out.