SMITH vs. NOBODY vs. ZERO

[coreycz]

Non-Tournament Showcace
"Handsome" Harry Smith vs. Nobody vs. Zero

[Zero]

(The scene opens in a cheap looking bar in Fiji. It is very crowded and kind of noisy. Zero is staring directly into the camera as he begins to speak.)

"Well, well Handsome Harry I see you, I and Nob..."

(Zero is interrupted by a girl screaming at some big bald guy in leather who is hitting on her. Zero looks over to see what is happening and quickly turns his face back to the camera looking irritated.)

"As I was saying. Handsome Harry, I know that you, I and Nobody are scheduled to face one another in a triple threat non-tournament match. Now, I'm a little annoyed, since I see all of the so-called "big stars" of HWE are getting into the tournament, but we aren't. It's pathetic, but we have the oppor..."

(Zero is once again interrupted by the bald guy and the woman who are arguing by the bar. The woman is still trying to get the big guy away from her. Zero ignores them and tries to continue his interview.)

"Anyway.. now Nobody, since you...GOD DAMN IT!"

(The two people are still having an argument. The girl is yelling and the guy won't leave her alone. Zero stands up, chugs the remainder of his beer and kicks his chair out of the way. He walks up to the bar, stands in between the arguing people and stares the big guy right in the face.)

"Listen man, why don't you just leave her alone? She obviously wants nothing to do with you, and to you the truth, I don't blame her, you fat piece of shit."

"And who are you.. her hero? Why don't you just go back to your table, sit back down in front of your little cameraman and talk to yourself some more, before I knock your teeth out."

(Zero doesn't budge.)

"Fine then, hero!"

(The man winds back and gives Zero a right hook across the face. Being a virtual superhero, the punch doesn't affect Zero very much, as he continues to stare at the man through his mask.)

"Ok, so your a tough guy too! Well maybe this will get you out of my face."

(The man takes another swing at Zero but Zero grabs his fist before he can connect. Zero twists the man's wrist around until the guy falls to his knees almost in tears.)

"I'm not trying to be a hero or a tough guy. I'm a professional wrestler with Hollywood Elite Wrestling.. and you are interrupting me while I'm doing an interview. So if you don't want your arm broken you should get back on your feet, turn around and walk straight out that door."

"O-o-ok."

(The man gets up and runs out the door clutching his arm. The man is in complete fear and utter humiliation for the public drubbing he just received from a guy in red and black spandex. Zero orders another beer as the woman he just helped walks up to him.)

"Thanks for your help"

"No problem. He was bothering me anyway."

"Well maybe you would like to come home with me tonight?"

(The woman smiles at Zero.)

"Well normally I would take you up on that offer... but judging by your three-dollar whore-like clothes, your trailer trash looking hair cut, and the fact that you have a piece of roast beef stuck in your teeth. I would have to say you have an STD for every letter in the alphabet. So no, I won't go home with you. However, if you let me finish this little promo here for the fans and the bigwigs in HWE, I'll let you give me a blowjob."

(The woman looks shocked at what Zero said to her but Zero just calmly picks up his beer and walks back to his table. He sits down, lifts up his mask, takes a drink of beer and begins to speak.)

"Ok, now back to you two; Handsome Harry and Nobody. We both have a huge opportunity here. The three of us can step out of the curtain and give the fans and the head honchos in HWE a slap in the face. We can go out there, kick some ass, entertain everyone and make our names known. There's no reason why people like Declan Black, Wiland and the rest should get the glory, when it should be us in the tournament as well."

"Let me tell you guys a short story about how my knee was destroyed. It was done by another little punk like Keg. He had no skill, no brains, and would run his mouth constantly. And I beat him time and time again, until he couldn't take it anymore and attacked me from behind with a crowbar. He was just like Congo, a coward. he talked big when I wasn't there, but couldn't back up his words when we got in the ring. Exactly how you two won't be able to on Shockwave. I don't care what titles are coming up for grabs soon, the only thing I care about right now is making a name for myself in the HWE, and if I have to do it by stepping all over you two, then so be it."

"Finally, I've been told that I shouldn't underestimate Nobody. Give me a break! The man wear a mask, what can he do? Er, wait, bad example. Well, even if he manages to hit me a few times, when I don't go down he can always attack me with his greasy grey hair. Or maybe he could hit me with some hipster coffee cup. Your time is ticking away Nobody, no more excuses, soon you won't have any choice but to walk down that aisle, step into the ring and get knocked the hell out, just like Ugly Harry!

(Zero signals for the cameraman to shut off the camera and the scene fades to black as Zero now walks over to the woman.)

[Heisenberg]

The scene opens in a dark room where all the lights are off. A spotlight shines on one man, sitting on a bar stool. His face is covered with a Guy Fawkes mask. His hair is semi long. Raven black. He's wearing a dark, slim t-shirt. And slim black jeans too. A silver necklace is hanging from his neck, contrasting with the darkness of his clothing. And the man, he has something to say. This is Nobody.

Prejudice. Oh, how I hate that freaking word. But, prejudice equals the presumed truth, and sadly, it turns out to be the truth if you want it to be. That's exactly the reason why you don't know who I am. I'm no man. I'm Nobody. That's all you need to know. I'm a victim of prejudice, or atleast, I'm not yet a victim of it, but I feel I might become one if I tell you who I am. We all are who we are. We all have our stories. And believe me, the wrestling world is my playground. It always was. As a matter of fact, I'm a damn perfect wrestler. I've always wished to become the champion, and in whichever federation I have stepped foot, I was instantly the undefeated one. I've lost maybe a match or two in my whole career. But, you see, these federations, they're a pretty damn unstable thing, aren't they? And you still include them in your resume and you end up being taken by the rest of the world as a lower-class wrestler if the federation ends up being a flop. That's one of the reasons why you don't know who I am. What if the boss dies tonight or tomorrow? What if the federation ceases it's existence and I end up being taken as an idiot once again? I've had enough of it. I hate that damn word. Prejudice.

The light flickers, but it goes back to normal pretty soon.

I told the staff to feed me wrestlers. They fed me jobbers. They fed me no-names and poor amateurs. Honestly, did anyone ever hear about "Zero" or this weird British person? I certainly didn't. You're addicted. Both of you. And prejudice seems to be the addiction. See? That's all what I was talking about. Zero published a video of him, and a certain part of it was about his past. He wants to inform the wrestling fans and the world about his history, so they have a pre-set opinion on him, whereas I want to start from nothing. You see, manipulating is one funny thing. If I wanted, I could right now run in front of the crowd, throw my mask off my face, start kissing babies and praising the good guys, talking bad things about the villains. The crowd would love me. They'd cheer me! They'd give me freaking ovations! I could go out there and start telling them the cold truth and I could easily make them boo their lungs out. If I wanted to, of course. But let's keep the interesting things in storage for the potential later phase of my career in HEW. If it doesn't become defunct. The era when everyone will be equal and rights of people will be protected starts now.

The video feed simply cuts off.

[pete]

"Wrestling, Harry? Are you serious?"

Bill Smith[/b] leant over the counter of his hot dog stand, trying to catch his brother's eye. Harry[/b], however, kept his gaze firmly trained on the bun in front of him, as he mumbled:

"Why not? I'm doin' it 'ere aren't I?"[/b]

"Yeah", Bill[/b] pointed out, "but here, you're doing it for shits and giggles against yer mates! What you're talkin' about doing is going to join the big time!"

Harry[/b] bristled. "Yeah, so...?"[/b]

"'So', it's bloody mental!", Bill[/b] exploded. "D'you really think you stand a chance, mate? Yeah, I can just see it now: 'tonight, live and exclusive, Handsome Harry faces The Undertaker! And loses in ten seconds!'"[/b]

"It's not like that", Harry[/b] explained, patiently, finally looking his brother in the eye. "This is a small time thing. Like the one here. Except there's more people watching."[/b] He paused a moment and sighed, seeing his brother remained unconvinced. "Aw, c'mon, Billy! Would you trust me, just this once? I can do this, I'm telling you!"[/b]

It was Bill[/b]'s turn to sigh. "When did I ever manage to stop you, Harry? You've got your mind set on this already. Nothing I can say or do will change your mind, will it? So go. But remember that you're leaving the safety of your job here to chase some daft dream.. Think about it."[/b]

"Yeah, yeah", Harry[/b] replied, shrugging dismissively, already turning away. Bill[/b] knew his brother would never even stop to consider what he'd just said, but it was worth a shot to try and get it through that thick skull of his. Heaving another sigh, he silently wished Harry[/b] all the best, before turning to the grill to prepare another batch of hot dogs.