Still A Kid

[tylercross]

Still A Kid
Tyler's Tale
September 3rd, 2006

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Monday Morning[/center]



{Fade In}

{We find ourselves in an apartment, somewhere in Parma, Ohio. 'Tribute' by Tenacious D is playing in the background as we notice we are in a small white room. A brown couch sits in front of us and we can see someone asleep on it. It is Tyler Cross}

V/O: Look at how lazy I am. I guess a night out partying does that to you, right?

{Tyler, who was facing the other way, shifts on the couch and is now facing the camera. Wearing blue pajamas and sucking on his thumb, he clings tightly to the pillow that his head rests on}

V/O: WRONG!!! I'm only friggin' nineteen. They have laws against that stuff. I mean, I'd have no problem with finding a way to break them, but our landlord is a little snitch. God I loath that woman.

{Ms. Jenkins, the landlord who lives in the apartment below Tyler, has called the cops numerous times on Tyler and King James}

V/O: How can one woman with so much pussy...be so angry. That I'll never know. Hell, If I could just get one pussy...I'd be the happiest man on earth.

{There is a light mumbling, as if someone is talking to Tyler}

V/O: Oh...she has a lot of cats? Hmmm...I like cats too.

{Suddenly the door to the room swings open and in runs King James}

JAMES: Tyler, wake up.

{Tyler moans and groans on the couch, removing his thumb and turning back away from the camera}

JAMES: Fine. I'm just going to go play this new game I got from GameStop. I guess I have to play it by myself.

{With a burst of energy, Tyler sits up. His hair is a mess and his eyes are half-shut}

TYLER: Game? What games is it?

JAMES: It's Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time. They had it on sale; nine bucks for a used copy.

V/O: Link kicks sooooo much ass. But yet he never really gets with Zelda in the end. Come to think of it...none of the Nintendo heroes do. Mario saves the princess, but they never really...well...you know. What about Metroid? That Seamus guy...

{More mumbling can be heard}

V/O: It was Samus? AND HE WAS A CHICK??? Oh God...I'm at a loss for words.

TYLER: I think I've played that game before.

{Tyler stretches and lets out a huge yawn as James smirks}

JAMES: You're just living the life of a wrestling superstar now...aren't you?

{Tyler turns and gives James an odd look}

TYLER: Huh?

JAMES: Sleeping on a couch, in a pair of pajamas, talking to your roommate about playing a used game.

TYLER: Shut up, James. This Ringmaster Tournament is wearing me out. And at this point, I need all the rest I can get.

JAMES: Well you shocked the hell out of the HWA Fan base. No one expected you to win. Hell, from the internet sites I've been checking out...a lot of people from even outside of the HWA, are rooting for you to win this puppy.

V/O: James looks at something other than porn? That's news to me.

TYLER: Big whoop. I got lucky, that's all. Once I step into the ring with John Pariah, it's going to be like a bull in a china shop. The guy is going to man-handle me.

{Tyler stands to his feet and proceeds to walk into the kitchen. James follows him, as does the camera}

{The kitchen is a nice looking room, until you see the piles of dishes in the sink and the overflowing trash can. The fridge is covered in magnets and the table has barely enough room to eat, behind all the trash}

TYLER: While you were cruising this internet site...

V/O: Porn!

TYLER: ...was there anything else about my match with Pariah?

JAMES: Not really. Although the site has mentioned that some of the people from the tournament this year, have disappeared. Don't really know what that's about.

V/O: The site? Yeah...giant lesbian porn site. Believe me, I've seen his bookmarks.

{Tyler smirks as he opens the milk}

TYLER: Probably sick and tired of watching my luck get me to the finals.

JAMES: You think you can win?

TYLER: Not really.

{He tips the milk carton over to pour the milk on his cereal, but instead gets little gooey chunks}

V/O: That is f'n disgusting.

JAMES: Well you better win. I've got a lot of money riding on you this time, Tyler.

TYLER: You gamble?

{If only Tyler knew the truth}

JAMES: Just a little. And I figured maybe I could place a small wager on your match. Maybe we could win a few hundred bucks and we can start looking for a REAL apartment.

{Tyler looks around}

TYLER: Or maybe just a housekeeper.

{Both men chuckle}

TYLER: So how much you going to bet?

JAMES: Probably just a few ten spots.

V/O: Liar. He's betting about two-thousand dollars. King James doesn't play, folks.

TYLER: Not bad. If I win and we get a few extra bucks, we have to stop at Arby's on our way home.

JAMES: Screw Arby's, Tyler. We are going to be out of town.

TYLER: So?

JAMES: We have to go to Sonic's or something better. Arby's is anywhere. Sonic's is awesome.

TYLER: Fine, fine. We'll go to Sonic's.

{Tyler pushes the bowl aside as James comes over and sits down at the table}

JAMES: So do you actually plan on making a career of wrestling? Do you think you can actually make it?

TYLER: If I try my hardest...anything is possible, James. Hell, my wrestling idol is Joey Brannon of the GLWA. The guy is probably two-hundred pounds, soaking wet. And in over a year's time, he's held the NWA X Division Title more than once; held the GLWA Heavyweight Title...and so much more. The man is just so overlooked in the NWA. If anyone in the NWA Offices paid attention to the GLWA, they would see how much talent Joey has.

JAMES: Whoa now, you chubbin' over this guy or something?

{Tyler gives James an odd look}

V/O: No, but I'm chubbin' over your sister. HA!!!

TYLER: That is just wrong.

JAMES: I'm just saying, Tyler. You brag on Joey Brannon and the GLWA...yet you signed with the HWA? What about Max Stone? Nick Sharpe? What about the HWA Champion, Harley Clarkson. From what I've been reading on internet sites...

V/O: Hardcore anal Amazon-transvestite porn. I swear to God it's like watching Chewbacca make out with himself.

JAMES: ...the HWA has one hell of a rich past. From legends like Thanatos and President Deadman, to modern day champs like Insomniac and Soopa Ballz.

TYLER: Soopa who?

JAMES: Maybe I went too far with that last one, but the point is...the Honorable Wrestling Alliance is packed with history, Tyler. If you try hard enough, maybe you can be a part of that history someday.

TYLER: I don't think I'm that good. Even if I somehow make it past Pariah and his threats, I'll be nothing more than a flash in the pan. The Ringmaster Championship would be the best accomplishment of my career. Then, I will move on and become some stupid accountant, Downtown.

{James stands to his feet}

JAMES: Well you can doubt yourself all you want...but President Deadman would not of signed you, if he didn't think you had any kind of talent. That guy that runs this Ringmaster Tournament, would of never accepted you in if he didn't see something in you. So you sit here and eat your cereal with lumpy milk. As for me? I'm going in my room, locking the door and playing my new game.

{James storms off out of the room}

TYLER: Wow...who the hell pissed in his breakfast?

{Tyler grabs the bowl and stands to his feet. He turns and looks at the dishes, letting out a small sigh}

TYLER: Guess I have to do these, don't I?

V/O: I get the shaft in this one. I have to do the dishes while James goes in his room to play his game. Two dollars says he's watching porn! Listen...

{Pause for a second as a noise sounding like Chewbacca from Star Wars can be heard coming from the direction of James' room}

V/O: ...told ya!

{Fade out}

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Monday Night

{Fade in}

{We find ourselves in a dark alley, somewhere on the outskirts of Downtown Cleveland. It is the stereotypical alley, with trash cans lining the walls, only to stop at the backdoors of each building. Meanwhile, a few cats have found out how to knock the trash lid off and they have begun to make a snack out of the trash}

{We hear footsteps, only to see King James, Tyler's manager, appear through the smoke that spews from a sewer cover}

JAMES: Why the hell do they always have their offices in the nastiest parts of the city? I should of called them first.

{James walks up to a door and knocks on it once, pauses, then knocks on it three times. The door opens and there stands a rather large man, wearing a black t-shirt and black jeans}

MAN: Can I help you?

JAMES: Yeah, I'm here to see Joey.

MAN: And who are you?

JAMES: King James.

MAN: You're a little short to be LeBron, buddy.

{James shakes his head and lets out a sigh}

JAMES: My name is James Coleman.

MAN: Hold on, one second.

{The large man closes the door and James begins to fidget. Sweat begins to bead up and pour down his forehead, soaking his dark red shirt}

{Suddenly, the large door opens again}

MAN: Come on in.

{The man steps out of the way as James walks into the building. And just as quickly as it opened, the large man closes the door. And now, standing in front of James is Joey Sullivan. You should remember him from the last time we seen him. He is a bookie}

JOEY: James, my friend. I'm so glad to see you.

JAMES: Yeah?

JOEY: Yep. 'Cause even though you got lucky and won a bet when your friend managed to get into the Ringmaster Tournament Finals...you still owe me about twenty-five thousand dollars.

JAMES: That's why I am here.

{Joey smiles}

JOEY: So you've got my money?

JAMES: No...but I have another bet to place.

{Joey shakes his head}

JOEY: James, you're still a kid, why do you try and dig your hole so much deeper?

JAMES: I want to bet on Tyler again. He has a match with the John Pariah for the Ringmaster Championship.

JOEY: And how much are you willing to bet?

{James takes a deep breath}

JAMES: Five-thousand dollars.

JOEY: Wow, five-grand?

{Joey thinks for a second}

JOEY: James, with a bet that high...I need some sort of collateral. Anything, really.

{James fidgets a little, trying to think}

JAMES: Like what?

JOEY: Hmmm...hey Tony...what could James give as collateral, if he hasn't gotten anything?

{The big man who was guarding the door, walks over next to Joey. He bends down and whispers}

JOEY: Good idea, Tony.

{The large man stands back up straight}

JOEY: I will take your bet this time, James. But if you fail to pay me back...I won't come looking for you. I'll go looking for your friend, Tyler.

{James' eyes widen}

JOEY: Understood?

JAMES: Yeah.

JOEY: Good. Now here...

{Joey pulls a note card out of his pocket, with a pen. He jots down the bet and the amount. Joey then hands it to James}

JOEY: Keep it safe. And watch your step, kid. We wouldn't want Tyler's wrestling career to end to abruptly.

{James doesn't answer back. He simply turns and looks at the door. Tony opens the door and James quickly exits it}

{But as soon as the door shuts behind him, James drops to his knees, looking at the betting ticket}

JAMES: What have I done?

{And with that, a crack of thunder echoes through the buildings and it slowly begins to rain. James stays there, kneeling on the ground as the rain soaks him}

{He closes his eyes and lowers his head, shaking it in disbelief of what he did. He clenches the betting ticket tightly in his hand, then shoves it in his pocket}

{James just made a deal with the devil...and he put Tyler's soul on the line}

{Fade out}