Post by newbs on Apr 26, 2008 16:19:03 GMT -5
(The first match on Mayhem has just ended and Platinum Playa is in the middle of the ring. He is on his knees, head down. He slowly gets up as the crowd gives him a slight cheer. Keeping his head down, he climbs out of the ring and heads towards the ramp. He looks back to the ring and shakes his head in frustration. He knows there was no reason for losing to Cloutier. He knows Cloutier did not match up to himself very well at all. Platinum Playa quickly turns his head from the ring and walks to the back. He knocks down a cooler on his way into his dressing room. Ice is seen cluttering the floor from the cooler as staff goes to work quickly, making sure the floor is clear of any ice cubes or spots of water anyone may fall on. As he walks into his dressing room he grabs a towel.)
BEEP BEEP
(The sound catches his attention as it is clearly his cell phone. He drapes the towel over his shoulder and sees he has a voicemail. He puts the phone on speaker and sets it on the bench as he goes to his bag to grab his toiletries.)
Voicemail: Hi honey, its your Mom. Just calling to wish you good luck in the next couple of weeks on your finals. I know you have been pretty busy as of late with studying and for an unbeknownst reason to me, getting back into wrestling. I wish you would just give that up and...
(Before the message is finished, Platinum Playa goes over and shuts it off with a rather angry scowl on his face. He knew what she was going to say. It is the same story over and over ever since he got into pro wrestling. Always telling him to get a real job, telling him his life is endangered and the like. He wasn’t up to hearing that at this time. Not after a lose like tonight at least. He is about to head into the shower when the door opens and a staff member walks in leaving a sheet of paper on the table.)
Playa: Guess people don’t knock around here.
(Its at this point that we get a real clear look into the face of Platinum Playa. Quite frankly, he looks dead. Eyes are bloodshot, bags are formed right underneath them and he overall looks like he is in shambles. A slight yawn comes from his mouth as he grabs the paper. It really does seem that things are taking its toll on him. But it is nothing new to him, its something he has gone through enough times throughout his career. He quickly scans the sheet and places it back on the table. He heads off to the shower as the camera takes a peek at what was on the sheet. We its that card for the next PPV and opening the night is a triple threat between D.T.P, Black Mojito and none other than Platinum Playa with the winner getting a spot in the Ultimate X match for the Air Raid title later on in the night. With that the camera fades out with the sound of rushing water in the background)
TBC
BEEP BEEP
(The sound catches his attention as it is clearly his cell phone. He drapes the towel over his shoulder and sees he has a voicemail. He puts the phone on speaker and sets it on the bench as he goes to his bag to grab his toiletries.)
Voicemail: Hi honey, its your Mom. Just calling to wish you good luck in the next couple of weeks on your finals. I know you have been pretty busy as of late with studying and for an unbeknownst reason to me, getting back into wrestling. I wish you would just give that up and...
(Before the message is finished, Platinum Playa goes over and shuts it off with a rather angry scowl on his face. He knew what she was going to say. It is the same story over and over ever since he got into pro wrestling. Always telling him to get a real job, telling him his life is endangered and the like. He wasn’t up to hearing that at this time. Not after a lose like tonight at least. He is about to head into the shower when the door opens and a staff member walks in leaving a sheet of paper on the table.)
Playa: Guess people don’t knock around here.
(Its at this point that we get a real clear look into the face of Platinum Playa. Quite frankly, he looks dead. Eyes are bloodshot, bags are formed right underneath them and he overall looks like he is in shambles. A slight yawn comes from his mouth as he grabs the paper. It really does seem that things are taking its toll on him. But it is nothing new to him, its something he has gone through enough times throughout his career. He quickly scans the sheet and places it back on the table. He heads off to the shower as the camera takes a peek at what was on the sheet. We its that card for the next PPV and opening the night is a triple threat between D.T.P, Black Mojito and none other than Platinum Playa with the winner getting a spot in the Ultimate X match for the Air Raid title later on in the night. With that the camera fades out with the sound of rushing water in the background)
TBC
