Post by Press1269 on Feb 7, 2020 14:30:20 GMT
[The scene fades into a small locker room somewhere in the bowels of the Scope where James Radford sits in a folding chair pulling one of his cowboy boots onto his foot. He shoves the hem of his jeans down into the sides of the boot about the time the door to the far end of the room bursts open. James looks up to see Bobby Benson bustling through the portal and he quickly closes the door behind him before turning to regard his client, who looks a little green around the gills in anticipation of tonight’s Main Event.]
[James watches as Bobby’s concern continues to grow before sighing and continuing to get ready.]
JAMES RADFORD
Find any new recruits out there in the land of the Battleground?
[Bobby steps to the center of the ring, a look of earnestness on his face.]
BOBBY BENSON
Maybe, but that’s not why I’m here. I came to check on you and make sure you have everything you need before you’re big night. Butterflies rumbling around in there?
[James shoots a look up at his manager, thinking that the man was patronizing, but seeing genuine intent, he nods while pulling on his other boot.]
JAMES RADFORD
Bobby, I don’t know what the hell I’ve let you talk me into. Everyone’s been on point tonight, this is a big deal. We just saw The Battalions steal the show in their match, and now I’m going into the main event with champions and mainstays of the business. I mean, most of these people are representing multiple fed’s, and here I am just saying, ‘Howdy’.
[When James looks back up at Benson, the wily manager is shaking his head and beginning to pace the room.]
BOBBY BENSON
That’s just it, James. That’s what makes you dangerous. Forget that promo you made earlier in the week, and forget what I had to say about it. Its crunch time now. It’s time for you to go out there in front of God and everybody and show them what you’re made of. You are absolutely right about the competition! This is a who’s who of wrestling talent and you have the opportunity to etch your name right into the center of all that. You’re tough, baby! Double Tough! And I know that you have what it takes to go to that ring and do exactly what you said you were going to do.
[James is on his feet now, a set to his jaw, and despite the tumulus relationships between manager and wrestler, the pep talk is working. Country Fine can feel his blood pumping as a slight shake comes into his clenched fists, and he realizes that nerves have been replaced with determination. Bobby can see this too, so he puts the finishing touches on what should push his ward right out the door and into the arms of victory.]
BOBBY BENSON
The time for talking is over, James Radford. Now’s the time for doing! Get out there and show them the pride of Jackson and bring home that damn ten pound trophy to boot!
[James damn near overturns the chair as he grabs his patented black Stetson hat and plunks it down on his head, breathing heavily as he stalks right for the door, yanks it open, and disappears down the hall towards guerrilla position. Bobby lets out an exhausted sigh as he plops down in the chair James had just been getting ready in and looks out into the empty hall.]
BOBBY BENSON
I sure hope the kid doesn’t fuck things up too badly. We need this pay day…
[With that, the scene fades back to ringside.]
[James watches as Bobby’s concern continues to grow before sighing and continuing to get ready.]
JAMES RADFORD
Find any new recruits out there in the land of the Battleground?
[Bobby steps to the center of the ring, a look of earnestness on his face.]
BOBBY BENSON
Maybe, but that’s not why I’m here. I came to check on you and make sure you have everything you need before you’re big night. Butterflies rumbling around in there?
[James shoots a look up at his manager, thinking that the man was patronizing, but seeing genuine intent, he nods while pulling on his other boot.]
JAMES RADFORD
Bobby, I don’t know what the hell I’ve let you talk me into. Everyone’s been on point tonight, this is a big deal. We just saw The Battalions steal the show in their match, and now I’m going into the main event with champions and mainstays of the business. I mean, most of these people are representing multiple fed’s, and here I am just saying, ‘Howdy’.
[When James looks back up at Benson, the wily manager is shaking his head and beginning to pace the room.]
BOBBY BENSON
That’s just it, James. That’s what makes you dangerous. Forget that promo you made earlier in the week, and forget what I had to say about it. Its crunch time now. It’s time for you to go out there in front of God and everybody and show them what you’re made of. You are absolutely right about the competition! This is a who’s who of wrestling talent and you have the opportunity to etch your name right into the center of all that. You’re tough, baby! Double Tough! And I know that you have what it takes to go to that ring and do exactly what you said you were going to do.
[James is on his feet now, a set to his jaw, and despite the tumulus relationships between manager and wrestler, the pep talk is working. Country Fine can feel his blood pumping as a slight shake comes into his clenched fists, and he realizes that nerves have been replaced with determination. Bobby can see this too, so he puts the finishing touches on what should push his ward right out the door and into the arms of victory.]
BOBBY BENSON
The time for talking is over, James Radford. Now’s the time for doing! Get out there and show them the pride of Jackson and bring home that damn ten pound trophy to boot!
[James damn near overturns the chair as he grabs his patented black Stetson hat and plunks it down on his head, breathing heavily as he stalks right for the door, yanks it open, and disappears down the hall towards guerrilla position. Bobby lets out an exhausted sigh as he plops down in the chair James had just been getting ready in and looks out into the empty hall.]
BOBBY BENSON
I sure hope the kid doesn’t fuck things up too badly. We need this pay day…
[With that, the scene fades back to ringside.]