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Anticipation; OverDrive Return
Topic Started: Dec 3 2009, 08:20 AM (70 Views)
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The smoke from a half finished cigarette almost fills the small dining area of a Albuquerque, New Mexico hotel room. The cigarette lays flat in a small white ash tray on top of a short, square coffee table. The clinking sound of barbells hitting the hardwood floor ring across the entire hotel room. The clinking eventually stops, so does the smoke as the dormant cigarette finally dies out. Sean Hustle walks from the room breathing heavily as he heads to the bathroom. He turns a knob and gets the water running, then holds his hands under the water. He splashes the water into his sweaty face then reaches back and grabs a small white towel from the rack behind him. He dries his face, then throws the towel on the bathroom floor. After changing into a white T-shirt, Sean slides a blank, recorded DVD into the DVD player under the TV on an entertainment stand. Sean pushes the power button on the television, then takes a seat on a small black couch. Corny intro music plays.


NEWS CHANNEL 6,
LIVE,
LOCAL,
LATE BREAKING.
UP TO DATE COVERAGE FOR NEW YORK STATE'S CAPITAL REGION.
WRGB, NEWS CHANNEL 6.


Good evening everybody, I'm Mary Beth Wenger. Our top story takes place in Saratoga County, where an apartment complex went up in flames, from what police call " A botched arson attempt". We take you live to Saratoga Springs with our senior reporter James Grant. James, what's the situation there in Saratoga?


James- Mary Beth, the fire got out of control very fast at around 9:45 this evening. Police say the building caught fire from a car in the parking lot that was set on fire. An eye witness told police that they saw a tall man running from the scene and into the woods. By the looks of it Mary Beth, this was no accident.


Mary Beth- Wow. Well James what about the residents of the apartment complex? How many people were harmed by the fire?


Sean's eyes widen as he watches the screen. His forehead starts to sweat lightly.


James- Well the authorities tell me that a young family of 3 were-


Sean hits the power button on the clicker. He jumps to his feet and starts to pace back and forth with his hands over his face. He lets out a loud yell and kicks the TV into the wall.


God damn it!


Sean looks around frantically, clenching his fists. He heads for the bedroom and grabs his duffle bag. Sean heads for the door right after grabbing his keys from the counter. He heads for the parking lot, as the sun starts to rise in the distance.


At around 11 AM, Sean parks his truck in a small diner's parking lot, right outside of Albuquerque. He shuts the engine off and pockets his keys. He reaches into the open duffle bag and grabs a black winter hat. He puts the hat on, opens the door and jumps down from the truck. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a pack of Marlboro Mediums. Before opening the pack of cigarettes, Sean looks up at the diner in front of him.


Down Home Diner

The best eggs and hash in the world.


Sean thinks to himself, then puts the pack of cigarettes back into his pocket.


Hell, now you're speaking my language.


Sean opens the front door and a small bell rings as he walks in. He approaches an old fashion Diner counter with red stools and takes a seat. An older gentleman wearing a white apron standing behind the counter gives Sean a nod.


What can I do you for, young fella?


Sean takes a quick look at the small, one page menu, then looks back up at the older man.


Well your sign says you guys have the best eggs and hash in the world, so I'm going to give them a go and see what you folks around here are all about. Let me get a glass of Orange Juice too.


The man nods at Sean again, then yells back towards the kitchen.


HASH AND EGGS! HASH AND EGGS!

Thats a good choice fella. I ain't never seen you around, you ain't from town is ya?


Town? No, I'm not even from this state my friend. I guess you can say I'm here for business.


Well if you don't mind me wonderin', what state you from buddy?


The great state of New York. That isin't going to be a problem with you or your fine establishment here is it? I know how some of you people down south, and out west can be.


The man shakes his head and laughs.


Oh no young fella, that ain't no problem with me. You from that big city out there?


No sir, Upstate New York, born and raised. I'm from a small town myself.


We get all types of folks in here buddy. Ain't nothin' I haven't seen working at this place.


The older man fills a large glass to the brim with orange juice and places it in front of Sean. Sean nods up at the man, then takes a sip of the juice.


Now you said you was here for business huh? I should have known you was from the North, wearing a winter hat in Albuquerque, haha. But wow boy for somebody who dosen't live around here, you sure do look familiar.


Sean picks up his glass and takes another sip of juice. A young man comes out from the kitchen with a round, white plate holding 3 fried eggs and a side of corned beef hash. He places the plate in front of Sean, then proceeds back to the kitchen. Sean picks up his fork then goes to work on the eggs. The older gentleman takes a good look at Sean once again and nods.


Yeah, I know who you are. You that boy who used to choke all them fellas in that there wrestlin' show! CzW right?


Sean quickly glances up at the man.


Thats right, guilty as charged.


I'll tell you what boy, my grandson had a bunch of your t-shirts. He thought you were so damn cool. We almost had to ban him from watching CzW, he kept tryin' to choke out the cat. Crazy ass kid!


Sean drops his fork on the counter and starts to laugh hysterically. The old man smiles, then refills Sean's glass with orange juice.


Oh man I haven't laughed like that in a long time, thank you for that. But your grandson does have good taste in the kind of wrestlers he watches. CzW's got the best, and thats the truth.


Oh yeah, and from what I remember you was in that group too, wasn't ya boy?


I guess we'll find out if I still belong to that group or not next week.


So thats the business you was talkin' about earlier?


Sean finishes the rest of his hash, looks up and nods.


Now I know you ain't nervous boy, because I'll tell you what, when I used to watch some of your matches, you was a god damn natural.


Yeah, problem is I've been out of the game for quite some time.


Yeah, I heard you got yourself into some trouble. Ain't nothin' you can't overcome, you know?


Sean looks up at the man once again.


Yeah well, it really isin't so black and white. I've done some things I'm really not proud of, things that still give me nightmares. Getting back into the Combat Zone after being gone for a certain amount of time takes a lot more than physical attributes. It takes focus, your mind has to be in a certain place, and sometimes I'm not sure if my mind is ready.


The man nods.


Let me tell you a story son. I opened this place 31 years ago. I figured I have a passion for the restaurant business, and I love to cook. In those 31 years I've had a lot of ups and downs. My financial and personal issues almost forced me to shut this ol' place down. I've had my doubts, but I kept the place open because this is what I know. This is what comes naturally, and this is my life. If you've got something that you want to do, you cant have any doubt within yourself boy. You can't doubt if you've got the ability, and you cant question why you are doing it, not if you want to be happy, or if you want to be the best at what you do. You got me?


Sean looks at the man and nods.


Wow, that really does make sense. You know what old man, you're no bullshitter, I like that. You've got a really good point, and that hash and eggs plate might have been the best I've ever had.


The old man smiles.


Well I've been around for quite some time, young fella. Anything else I can do for ya?


Yeah, you can tell your grandson to watch CzW next Monday if he wants to see how to choke a couple of cats out.


Sean stands up from the stool and places a 50 dollar bill under the empty glass. Sean heads for the door as the man speaks again.


You take care of yourself boy, and take care of your business!


Sean smiles and nods once more before he takes off for Albuquerque.

Later that evening


Inside of an arena in Albuquerque, New Mexico, the place where Combat Zone Wrestling is currently holding a packed house show. Inside of a small locker room, Sean Hustle sits waiting for his call. Wearing black Timberland boots, a pair of jeans, and the new Sean Hustle "Live to Hustle" T-shirt, Sean sits sweating, tapping his foot. He takes a few deep breaths, then looks up towards the ceiling. He hears a few taps on the door.


Come in!


A young woman opens the door and sticks her head in.


You're up Sean, you ready?


Sean takes a sip from his water bottle, then lays it back down on the floor.


I am now. Here goes nothin'.



The loud and energentic crowd roars throughout the arena. Suddenly the lights dim, and the crowd rises to their feet and look towards the Tron and entrance ramp. Strobe lights flicker throughout the arena as the opening guitar riffs of "White Knuckles" by Five Finger Death Punch, screams throughout the arena. The crowd still curious, looks on with anticipation and anxiousness.


RAAAAAAAAA f**k IT ALL!!!



An image appears on the tron, and crowd is in awe and disbelief.


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Sean Hustle makes his way through the curtains. He slowly approaches the rampway and stops. The reaction from the crowd is pure excitement. Sean smirks, as he looks around the packed arena. Some fans even wearing his old T-shirt. He slowly makes his way to the ring, and slides in. He immediatly climbs the turnbuckle and raises his right arm. He points to everybody in the crowd, and claps for all of them. The crowd still roars in excitement, and some in the audience look as if they cant beleive it. Sean jumps down from the turnbuckle, and is thrown a microphone from outside the ring. The music cuts out. A chant gets started throughout the arena, Hustle is about to speak but is cut off by the crowd.



"TROUBLESOME TROUBLESOME TROUBLESOME"



Sean smiles as he waits for the crowd to settle down. He looks around at the crowd and nods.



Hustle- Wow!



The crowd cheers again.



Hustle- Well, incase you didn't know before, I'm backkkkkkk!



The crowd claps and laughs as Sean continues.



Hustle- God damn it, I missed this place. I know everybody didn't really think that I woudln't be back here in the CzW?! There is no way I woudln't find my way back here, because this is my home.


The crowd cheers as Sean pauses and looks around. Sean walks to one corner of the ring, and takes a seat on the top turnbuckle.



Hustle- Now I know you all probably heard a few things while I was gone. I've heard em' all. "Sean Hustle retired because he couldn't deal with the competition"


"Sean Hustle lost the Hardcore Title shot and gave up"


" Sean Hustle lost his passion for wrestling"


Well, Sean Hustle left for his own reason's, and none of those examples are correct. But I can tell you, what everybody knows is correct...


"Sean Hustle is back, to beat some ass."



The crowd erupts again.



Hustle- I'm back for that reason and that reason only. I'm back because I've been listening to the things that are being said. I'm back because I'm going to let everybody know just who the hell I am, because some know the deal, and some are ignorant. Some have been around long enough to know what I can do, and some assume.

Some like Johnny Kerosene.



Some in the crowd cheer, and some are clueless.



Hustle- We'll address that pathetic excuse for a name and haircut another time. Right now I wan't to address the things he has said.
You see Johnny boy THINKS, he knows how things work here in the Combat Zone. He thinks he knows my story, and even worse, he thinks he knows what I'm capable of. He may know that I haven't been gone for quite some time, but he also forgets that I'm one of the greatest athletes to ever step foot into the Combat Zone, and I've been in the ring with the best of em'. Now I could really care less if this clown respects me or not, because I don't need his respect to kick his face into the back of his head. What gets to me is all the talk about my so called Fear and Doubt. Tell me Johnny, what do you know about fear? Now I'm not talking about the scared feeling you probably get when you get called out on your so called "Fighting Style", which really means a sloppy pattern of over hand bitch slaps. No Johnny boy, I'm talking about Fear, I'm talking about the type of feeling that has you're heart feeling like it might punch its way out of your chest, the kind that makes your sweat cold, and makes your mind race.
Its easy to be "Fearless" as you say, when you've never been face to face with a true monster. Johnny boy, some say ignorance is bliss, but for you, your ignorance is going to put you in a world of hurt, and I'll show you how to grapple boy, don't you worry about that.
If you're lucky I'll put you to sleep real quick.



The crowd laughs loudly once again.



Hustle- Oh yeah, and as far as this "Custodian" is concerned, I'm not even sure what there is to be said about this guy. His best bet is to stick to what he knows, so when I put Johnny boy to sleep, I'll throw The Custodian a few dollars and a mop and have him clean the mess up when I'm done. That is, if he dosen't put his half-witted head in the way of my fist, I might give the guy a break, but lets be honest, probably not.

So now that I've given both of my opponents a fair warning and a chance to duck out, let me make something clear.


Sean jumps down from the top turnbuckle and stands in the middle of the ring.



Hustle- Ever since I first started here in CzW, the reason has always been the same. I'm here to whoop ass all the way to the top, thats how its always been, and thats how its always going to be. They told me it was a whole new game here in CzW, they told me things changed. Well there is one thing that is never going to change, and thats how I perform every time I step into the ring. You can ask anybody who has ever had to compete with me, or you can ask anybody who thought it was smart to call me out.

I'm back for real
I'm here to stay

Now you can love it,
Or you can hate it,


The crowd follows along.



BUT YOU CAN'T
KNOCK
THE HUSTLE!!!
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