Post by David Hilt on Jun 8, 2007 23:00:49 GMT -5
Backstage at Nashua's YMCA, David Hilt picks up a cell phone and frantically dials a number. On the other line, someone picks up, talking rapidly as if they have severe ADD. Or might even be somewhat crazy, by the weird sounds and giggles he makes in between sentences. Of course, if you know David Hilt, then you'd know this person DOES have severe ADD, and IS crazy as hell. His "best friend," if you call him one, from POW, Jack Greaves.
Jack: HEY BUDDY! Hehe, been a while! How are ya? ...Where are ya!?
Dave: I just talked to you before getting out here to warm up and meet the fans. I told you where I was going too...
Jack: Oooh...you did? And, where exactly was that?
Dave: ...Nashua...for GCW? The other business I wrestle for? ...The YMCA where my next match is taking place...? You still don't know-
Jack: (cutting him off) Whoo! Y, M, C, A! It's-
Dave: (cutting him off now) No, don't. I'm about to go crazy as it is. And I might have been fine with that before. But no, after actually seeing crazy...I want to stay as far away from that as possible. Just pass the phone over to Guy, he's who I need to talk to. I know he's there. I'm not there to look after you now, so I know he is...poor guy...
Jack: Aw, but I wanted to talk? I just saw this commercial for cat-minster and-
Dave: (Again, not letting him finish) I KNOW you love cats Jack. I don't have time for that. I only have a few minutes before I have to go, and I NEED to speak with Guy!
Jack: Well fine. Lemme get him.
Back where Jack is, he runs around his hotel room looking for Guy, Guy Haight actually, Jack's manager. But, he hears a meow, which he thinks came from outside his door. In reality, it was from the t.v. in his room, which is, as much as humanly possible, always on something about cats. Of course, Jack is insane, so he would not figure this out. He throws the phone on his bed, and runs for the door, slamming face first into it. After getting up and looking at the door, puzzled, he finally realizes he has to open the door. Running off after an imaginary cat, he leaves the door open.
Dave: Jack? Jack!? Jack! Goddamnit Jack, I did not need this!
But then, a professional business looking man, clad in an expensive suit with a briefcase held at his side, walks into the room. Noticing Jack is gone, he slaps his forehead, and gives out a sigh of despair. Noticing the phone on the bed, he picks it up, and goes to turn it off. But Dave hears his thumb brush over the phone, and yells out. He barely hears it, but does place the phone to his ear to make sure.
Man: Hello?
Dave: Thank god! I need to talk to you Guy.
Guy: What about? Hey, if it's about Jack, and the peanut butter, mentos, diet coke, and condom incident, I assure you, I'm having that taken care of, and it will cost you nothing.
Dave: No! What, what? What incident, and why would it cost me...
Guy: You don't kn...? Oh! I mean, nothing. I was just jokin around...yeah...heh.
Dave: ...Right. Anyway, you see, you're a manager right? So you could clue me into what goes on in a managers head, yeah?
Guy: Uh...I guess so?
Dave: Good! First of all...well, I hate to ask. But have you ever...paid anyone to take a fall for Jack?
Guy: Of course not! I am a very ethical person. Only a very underhand amoral person would give out bribes like that.
Dave: (sighing) Well, do you think you could tell if someone were like that?
Guy: I consider myself a good judge of character, if that's what you mean.
Dave: Hmm. Okay, well, I'll just spill it all and find out what you think about it. There's this dude here in GCW, by the name of Rich Maxwell. He's a manager, and it seems...he doesn't actually manage anyone. But...he might be gunning after me. But I don't want it, because he seems to be doing some shady shit. And I don't want me reputation being ruined over what this dude does, when I don't even approve of it.
Guy: Well what exactly do you mean?
Dave: Okay, in my first match, this dude walks down the ramp and hands some envelope to Eric White. You know him, the manager of Nightkiller. He then walks away, and leaves Nightkiller there! I've never heard of Eric doing something like that to Nightkiller, hell, he'd probably be too afraid to! Nightkiller would...well, kill him. And then when I beat Nightkiller, Rich drops an envelope on him too.
Guy: Oh. Well...
Dave: No, that's not it. My next opponent was cutting a promo, and Rich walks up to him and hands HIM an envelope too. He even said something about there "being a lot." It has to be money! This dude is paying people off to get me easy, or even automatic wins. What the hell, I don't even know this him. Is he doing this just to piss me off? To make it seem like I'm someone who would take the easy route? Is he trying to pay ME for him to be my manager? What exactly is going on here? Is he going to start handing William envelopes too? I won't stand for this. If I see him again, I'm going to kick his ass, but I've been trying to avoid him so far so as not to be associated with him. A good beating will show people what's up though.
Guy: First of all, no. Don't do anything to this guy. He sounds slick, intelligent. Either he could sue your ass off, or you could ruin your chances with him.
Dave: Are you kidding? I want nothing to do with him!
Guy: Listen. If you told this guy not to do this, and he listened to you, I'm sure he would be a great manager. You just can't pass up something like that, it seems like he's willing to go to many lengths to make things work for you. Not necessarily a bad thing, but it can manifest in bad ways, such as paying people off.
Dave: You're not getting me. I don't want to even be associated with someone who would do that, even if he would stop. Good manager or not, I'm going to get him to stay the hell away from me, AND my opponents.
Guy: Why exactly did you ask for my advice in the first place? You have your opinion set in stone. You say he's paying people off, and you say you're going to fix it. Nothing I say is going to change that. What's the point of talking to me then?
Dave: Uh...ugh. Okay, I don't know. We're done I guess. I'm out.
Dave turns the phone off without waiting for Guy's reply, and dashes out of the locker room, in search of Rich. With the YMCA being a pretty small place here, it shouldn't take long of course. After a few steps though, Dave runs into Kyle Wilton, who is exceedingly excited to finally have another interview with David.
Kyle: Dave! Wow, it's been a long time. I hear you've been avoiding me? Looks like I finally caught you, haha.
Dave: Did you now? I'm too busy, leave me alone.
Kyle: Dude, just a minute. You can't leave without telling us about the situation with you and Rich Maxwell!
Dave: Why do you think I've been avoiding you? Just let me be, in a while, this will all be sorted out, and you'll know what this situation is about. bye.
Kyle: Heeey, wait up. Can't you tell us anything? Strategy? Your match or opponent? How you feel about paying people to take a fall? Has Dave Milan accepted your offer?
Dave: It is none of your damn business. I don't KNOW if Milan has accepted. Why? Because it ain't my offer! Now leave me alone. You remember that comment I made when we first met, about you getting the chance to interview someone to DOESN'T want to kick your ass? Well you're kinda ruining that right now...
Kyle Wilton cowers backward as Dave stares him down. He finally lets up and lets Dave go about his way. Dave storms off in search of Rich, hoping nothing else has the balls to get in his way. There's little doubt that his anger will not dissipate by the time he finds Rich in the small YMCA arena...
Jack: HEY BUDDY! Hehe, been a while! How are ya? ...Where are ya!?
Dave: I just talked to you before getting out here to warm up and meet the fans. I told you where I was going too...
Jack: Oooh...you did? And, where exactly was that?
Dave: ...Nashua...for GCW? The other business I wrestle for? ...The YMCA where my next match is taking place...? You still don't know-
Jack: (cutting him off) Whoo! Y, M, C, A! It's-
Dave: (cutting him off now) No, don't. I'm about to go crazy as it is. And I might have been fine with that before. But no, after actually seeing crazy...I want to stay as far away from that as possible. Just pass the phone over to Guy, he's who I need to talk to. I know he's there. I'm not there to look after you now, so I know he is...poor guy...
Jack: Aw, but I wanted to talk? I just saw this commercial for cat-minster and-
Dave: (Again, not letting him finish) I KNOW you love cats Jack. I don't have time for that. I only have a few minutes before I have to go, and I NEED to speak with Guy!
Jack: Well fine. Lemme get him.
Back where Jack is, he runs around his hotel room looking for Guy, Guy Haight actually, Jack's manager. But, he hears a meow, which he thinks came from outside his door. In reality, it was from the t.v. in his room, which is, as much as humanly possible, always on something about cats. Of course, Jack is insane, so he would not figure this out. He throws the phone on his bed, and runs for the door, slamming face first into it. After getting up and looking at the door, puzzled, he finally realizes he has to open the door. Running off after an imaginary cat, he leaves the door open.
Dave: Jack? Jack!? Jack! Goddamnit Jack, I did not need this!
But then, a professional business looking man, clad in an expensive suit with a briefcase held at his side, walks into the room. Noticing Jack is gone, he slaps his forehead, and gives out a sigh of despair. Noticing the phone on the bed, he picks it up, and goes to turn it off. But Dave hears his thumb brush over the phone, and yells out. He barely hears it, but does place the phone to his ear to make sure.
Man: Hello?
Dave: Thank god! I need to talk to you Guy.
Guy: What about? Hey, if it's about Jack, and the peanut butter, mentos, diet coke, and condom incident, I assure you, I'm having that taken care of, and it will cost you nothing.
Dave: No! What, what? What incident, and why would it cost me...
Guy: You don't kn...? Oh! I mean, nothing. I was just jokin around...yeah...heh.
Dave: ...Right. Anyway, you see, you're a manager right? So you could clue me into what goes on in a managers head, yeah?
Guy: Uh...I guess so?
Dave: Good! First of all...well, I hate to ask. But have you ever...paid anyone to take a fall for Jack?
Guy: Of course not! I am a very ethical person. Only a very underhand amoral person would give out bribes like that.
Dave: (sighing) Well, do you think you could tell if someone were like that?
Guy: I consider myself a good judge of character, if that's what you mean.
Dave: Hmm. Okay, well, I'll just spill it all and find out what you think about it. There's this dude here in GCW, by the name of Rich Maxwell. He's a manager, and it seems...he doesn't actually manage anyone. But...he might be gunning after me. But I don't want it, because he seems to be doing some shady shit. And I don't want me reputation being ruined over what this dude does, when I don't even approve of it.
Guy: Well what exactly do you mean?
Dave: Okay, in my first match, this dude walks down the ramp and hands some envelope to Eric White. You know him, the manager of Nightkiller. He then walks away, and leaves Nightkiller there! I've never heard of Eric doing something like that to Nightkiller, hell, he'd probably be too afraid to! Nightkiller would...well, kill him. And then when I beat Nightkiller, Rich drops an envelope on him too.
Guy: Oh. Well...
Dave: No, that's not it. My next opponent was cutting a promo, and Rich walks up to him and hands HIM an envelope too. He even said something about there "being a lot." It has to be money! This dude is paying people off to get me easy, or even automatic wins. What the hell, I don't even know this him. Is he doing this just to piss me off? To make it seem like I'm someone who would take the easy route? Is he trying to pay ME for him to be my manager? What exactly is going on here? Is he going to start handing William envelopes too? I won't stand for this. If I see him again, I'm going to kick his ass, but I've been trying to avoid him so far so as not to be associated with him. A good beating will show people what's up though.
Guy: First of all, no. Don't do anything to this guy. He sounds slick, intelligent. Either he could sue your ass off, or you could ruin your chances with him.
Dave: Are you kidding? I want nothing to do with him!
Guy: Listen. If you told this guy not to do this, and he listened to you, I'm sure he would be a great manager. You just can't pass up something like that, it seems like he's willing to go to many lengths to make things work for you. Not necessarily a bad thing, but it can manifest in bad ways, such as paying people off.
Dave: You're not getting me. I don't want to even be associated with someone who would do that, even if he would stop. Good manager or not, I'm going to get him to stay the hell away from me, AND my opponents.
Guy: Why exactly did you ask for my advice in the first place? You have your opinion set in stone. You say he's paying people off, and you say you're going to fix it. Nothing I say is going to change that. What's the point of talking to me then?
Dave: Uh...ugh. Okay, I don't know. We're done I guess. I'm out.
Dave turns the phone off without waiting for Guy's reply, and dashes out of the locker room, in search of Rich. With the YMCA being a pretty small place here, it shouldn't take long of course. After a few steps though, Dave runs into Kyle Wilton, who is exceedingly excited to finally have another interview with David.
Kyle: Dave! Wow, it's been a long time. I hear you've been avoiding me? Looks like I finally caught you, haha.
Dave: Did you now? I'm too busy, leave me alone.
Kyle: Dude, just a minute. You can't leave without telling us about the situation with you and Rich Maxwell!
Dave: Why do you think I've been avoiding you? Just let me be, in a while, this will all be sorted out, and you'll know what this situation is about. bye.
Kyle: Heeey, wait up. Can't you tell us anything? Strategy? Your match or opponent? How you feel about paying people to take a fall? Has Dave Milan accepted your offer?
Dave: It is none of your damn business. I don't KNOW if Milan has accepted. Why? Because it ain't my offer! Now leave me alone. You remember that comment I made when we first met, about you getting the chance to interview someone to DOESN'T want to kick your ass? Well you're kinda ruining that right now...
Kyle Wilton cowers backward as Dave stares him down. He finally lets up and lets Dave go about his way. Dave storms off in search of Rich, hoping nothing else has the balls to get in his way. There's little doubt that his anger will not dissipate by the time he finds Rich in the small YMCA arena...