Post by Stephen Callaway on Aug 5, 2010 17:55:43 GMT -5
We see Stephen Callaway. He's sitting in a mall's food court. A macaroni with fries sits on the table in front of him, it's barely touched as he's too busy reading a sheet of paper he has in his right hand. A second tray lands on the table, Stephen's long time friend, Malcolm (known in SML, MWW and XCW as Magic Malcolm) sits down at the table. Callaway looks up from his sheet.
Stephen
"Long time no see."
Malcolm
"I saw you Friday. You're the new GM of SML's Hardcore Revolution."
Stephen
"I mean like this. You and me sat here in the mall eating..... (He looks at Malcolm's plate) what is that?"
Malcolm
"Korma."
Stephen
"Looks like cat sick
Malcolm
"Chicken I think. I know what you mean anyway, you and me: a walk round the shops before we stop here."
Stephen
"Things are different now. You've got Fiona and Erin, the SML and maybe the MWW?"
Malcolm
"Maybe."
Stephen
"I'm busy too. Wife, SML, inde feds, this new GM job."
Malcolm
"Are you sure you're not taking too much on? Sid was saying a few months back when you picked him up from rehab."
Stephen
"I'm fine. You know me, if I'm not doing something, I'm board."
Malcolm
OK, fair do's. Who is it this week?"
Stephen
"Why do you ask who?"
Malcolm
"The little things. Such as the piece of paper you're refusing to put down looks suspiciously like a wrestlers bio."
Stephen
"Damn you foul person! OK, Ace Diamond."
Malcolm lifts his plate of Korma and there is a playing card face down. He turns it: The Ace of Diamonds.
Stephen
"Now we know why they call you Magic Malcolm."
Malcolm takes the bio from him and reads it.
Malcolm
"Six three, two hundred and ten pounds. Despite being an inch shorter, you're a good twenty four pounds heavier. On that you should win."
Stephen
"You callin' me fat? Winning's all well and good, but that's on paper. You and I both know: Wrestling's not decided on paper, It's on canvas."
Malcolm pushes his fringe out of his eyes and reads on.
Malcolm
"I LOVE this bit: He's a well manner man."
Stephen
"I like the bit that talks about wanting a fan base in wrestling so he can open a casino. He sounds like a safe bet for the World Title! Gedit? Safe Bet? Eh?"
Malcolm face-palms
Malcolm
"I'm trying to pretend I didn't."
Stephen
"You've missed this! How long is it anyway?"
Malcolm
"About twelve years or so. You the cocky never-shut-up Californian Scot. Me the quiet, respected Floridian. Shackled together as roomies when we started in the VHT training camps."
Stephen
"I always preferred to think of it as placed together and no shackled. How is Erin anyway?"
Malcolm
"Teething, nightmare, won't sleep at night."
Stephen
"Takes after her Uncle Stephen then."
Malcolm
"You! I might have known."
Stephen
"When I was younger I only slept at night for about four hours. My Mum read in a book that if you take baby for a drive he get's drowsy."
Malcolm
"Did it work? If it did she's going in the Prius!"
Stephen
"Sorta. The car journey made me sleep, my dad parks the car in the drive and takes baby out of the car. The fresh air hits me and I'm more awake than before."
Malcolm
"BUGGERATION!"
He shouts so loud that some others at the food court turn and look at him. Malcolm's face goes a red colour and he slides down his chair a little.
Stephen
"Since you're shacked up with my sister, does that make us brothers in law?"
Malcolm
"I've only had a baby with her and we live together. We're not a couple."
Stephen
"Awww, that means she could wind up with some other moron. A moron I don't like."
Malcolm
"Less of the moron."
Stephen
"You called me fat!"
Malcolm
"Bitch."
Stephen
"You know what I mean. My sister and my best friend, a couple. There's always Brad. My brother and my best friend?"
Malcolm
"I've told you before, he's not my type."
Stephen
"Can he do the Crossface?"
Malcolm
"What? Who?"
Stephen
"Ace Diamond. Says here his Finisher is the Crossface. Surely there's some law that bans all references to Canadian Wrestler as well as his moves."
Malcolm
"I think it's just him. Besides you do it. The 'Calsi Crossface' you call it."
Stephen
"That's different!"
Malcolm
"How pray tell?"
Stephen
"It's my move! It's OK to do a crossface when I do it to someone but not the other way around!"
Malcolm
"You........ You've nicked my finisher. You've stolen MY Final Performance, passed it off as your own and called it Thanks Malcolm!"
Stephen
"I said thanks!"
They continue arguing over stolen moves as the camera pulls back.
END PROMO
Stephen
"Long time no see."
Malcolm
"I saw you Friday. You're the new GM of SML's Hardcore Revolution."
Stephen
"I mean like this. You and me sat here in the mall eating..... (He looks at Malcolm's plate) what is that?"
Malcolm
"Korma."
Stephen
"Looks like cat sick
Malcolm
"Chicken I think. I know what you mean anyway, you and me: a walk round the shops before we stop here."
Stephen
"Things are different now. You've got Fiona and Erin, the SML and maybe the MWW?"
Malcolm
"Maybe."
Stephen
"I'm busy too. Wife, SML, inde feds, this new GM job."
Malcolm
"Are you sure you're not taking too much on? Sid was saying a few months back when you picked him up from rehab."
Stephen
"I'm fine. You know me, if I'm not doing something, I'm board."
Malcolm
OK, fair do's. Who is it this week?"
Stephen
"Why do you ask who?"
Malcolm
"The little things. Such as the piece of paper you're refusing to put down looks suspiciously like a wrestlers bio."
Stephen
"Damn you foul person! OK, Ace Diamond."
Malcolm lifts his plate of Korma and there is a playing card face down. He turns it: The Ace of Diamonds.
Stephen
"Now we know why they call you Magic Malcolm."
Malcolm takes the bio from him and reads it.
Malcolm
"Six three, two hundred and ten pounds. Despite being an inch shorter, you're a good twenty four pounds heavier. On that you should win."
Stephen
"You callin' me fat? Winning's all well and good, but that's on paper. You and I both know: Wrestling's not decided on paper, It's on canvas."
Malcolm pushes his fringe out of his eyes and reads on.
Malcolm
"I LOVE this bit: He's a well manner man."
Stephen
"I like the bit that talks about wanting a fan base in wrestling so he can open a casino. He sounds like a safe bet for the World Title! Gedit? Safe Bet? Eh?"
Malcolm face-palms
Malcolm
"I'm trying to pretend I didn't."
Stephen
"You've missed this! How long is it anyway?"
Malcolm
"About twelve years or so. You the cocky never-shut-up Californian Scot. Me the quiet, respected Floridian. Shackled together as roomies when we started in the VHT training camps."
Stephen
"I always preferred to think of it as placed together and no shackled. How is Erin anyway?"
Malcolm
"Teething, nightmare, won't sleep at night."
Stephen
"Takes after her Uncle Stephen then."
Malcolm
"You! I might have known."
Stephen
"When I was younger I only slept at night for about four hours. My Mum read in a book that if you take baby for a drive he get's drowsy."
Malcolm
"Did it work? If it did she's going in the Prius!"
Stephen
"Sorta. The car journey made me sleep, my dad parks the car in the drive and takes baby out of the car. The fresh air hits me and I'm more awake than before."
Malcolm
"BUGGERATION!"
He shouts so loud that some others at the food court turn and look at him. Malcolm's face goes a red colour and he slides down his chair a little.
Stephen
"Since you're shacked up with my sister, does that make us brothers in law?"
Malcolm
"I've only had a baby with her and we live together. We're not a couple."
Stephen
"Awww, that means she could wind up with some other moron. A moron I don't like."
Malcolm
"Less of the moron."
Stephen
"You called me fat!"
Malcolm
"Bitch."
Stephen
"You know what I mean. My sister and my best friend, a couple. There's always Brad. My brother and my best friend?"
Malcolm
"I've told you before, he's not my type."
Stephen
"Can he do the Crossface?"
Malcolm
"What? Who?"
Stephen
"Ace Diamond. Says here his Finisher is the Crossface. Surely there's some law that bans all references to Canadian Wrestler as well as his moves."
Malcolm
"I think it's just him. Besides you do it. The 'Calsi Crossface' you call it."
Stephen
"That's different!"
Malcolm
"How pray tell?"
Stephen
"It's my move! It's OK to do a crossface when I do it to someone but not the other way around!"
Malcolm
"You........ You've nicked my finisher. You've stolen MY Final Performance, passed it off as your own and called it Thanks Malcolm!"
Stephen
"I said thanks!"
They continue arguing over stolen moves as the camera pulls back.
END PROMO
