| Reborn With A New Attitude; Showdown Rp #1 | |
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| Howard Thompson | May 12 2008, 11:23 PM Post #1 |
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The scene opens up on an airplane. We start at the back of the airplane and work our way to the front, catching glimpses of people doing normal plane riding activities. There are people listening to radios, watching the TV’s, reading magazines, and of course sleeping. As the camera makes it’s way through the front curtain into first class, we see “Hollywood” Howie Banks sitting there, wearing his trademark sunglasses, and a gray silk t-shirt with some dress pants, he is reading through some scouting reports for his upcoming match on Showdown. He flips through a couple pages when a kid runs by and grabs his arm… Kid: “Hi Mister. Are you James Banks?” Banks: “Who? Who the hell are you?” Kid: “My name is Eddie Jackson. I am five years old. I live at five fifty two north Erie. My phone number is four five six, eight two three six.” Banks: *Gives a startled look* "What did you just say?” Kid: “I said my name is Eddie Jackson. I am fi---“ Banks: “Ok, ok. I heard you. You do know you don’t have to give all of your information to everyone you meet, right?” Eddie: “I don’t?” Banks: “Nope, now let me get back to reading.” Eddie: “Ok mister. But are you James Banks?” Banks: “NO! I have no idea who James Banks is.” Eddie: “He’s that guy from sVo Wrestling. You know, my mom only lets me go see you guys live sometimes because it’s past my bedtime and she says it’s too violent. She says it will give me nightmares, but you want to know what I told her? I told her I’m a big boy and it doesn’t because I’ll beat those wrestlers up, because I’m a power Ranger.” Banks: “You’re a what? And by the way kid, don’t you mean Howie Banks?” Eddie: “No, that’s not it.” Banks: “*Getting mad* No, I’m pretty sure it’s Howie Banks. I would know, because I’m Howie Banks!” Eddie: “Are you sure? Ok, well, can I have your autograph?” Banks: “Do you have ten dollars?” Eddie: “No, but I have a sVo Las Vegas Title belt you can sign.” Banks: *Mumbles* "Wouldn’t doubt it, everyone under the sun has held that championship lately.” Eddie: “What were you saying?” Banks: “Nothing kid. Why don’t you go get me that belt and I’ll trade you that for my autograph.” Eddie: “Bu---but my mom got that for me for my birthday and she won’t like it if I gave it away.” Banks: “Don’t worry about it. You can sell my autograph and get thousands of them.” Eddie: “REALLY! OK!” Eddie runs off and gets the belt while Howie goes back to reading. After a few short minutes, Eddie comes back with the belt. Only this time, his mom is walking behind him. She angrily stomps over to Howie, who nonchalantly looks up over his sunglasses as she approaches… Mom: “WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE TRYING TO TAKE MY KIDS TOY?” Banks: “BITCH, who are you?” Mom: “I’m this boy’s mother, and I asked you a question.” Banks: “Do you know who I am? There’s a reason why I’m sitting in first class and you’re in coach.” Mom: “I don’t give a fuck who you are. Now I asked you a question.” Banks: “I’m Hollywood Howie Banks, and I made a deal with your son to trade that toy for an autograph. Now that’s a fair deal since I’m the most popular wrestler on the planet today. So, if I were you, I’d just shut your mouth and take the deal.” Mom: “You are so rude. I don’t think I’m going to let my child watch that heinous show of yours anymore. I thought you guys just acted like that when you were in character, not in real life too. You should be ashamed of yourself.” Banks: “Do you really think I care if some snot nosed kid watches Showdown? Listen lady, I have millions…and millions of fans out there who tune into Showdown each and every week just to watch, Mr. Hollywood.” Mom: “You’re really full of yourself aren’t you? Well, if you were so good, then why did you get your ass handed to you by Psyko Stevo at Redemption last year?” Banks: “So you think you know it all don’t you? Well, try this on for size.” He pauses. Banks: “SECURITY!” A couple of men in security uniforms come and take Eddie and his mom away, in the process, Eddie drops the toy belt. Howie Banks picks it up and stares at it. He continues starring at it while a man sits down in the seat next to him. The man is revealed to be Jeeves, Howie’s former personal bodyguard. Howie had called him up to come hang out for this weekend to see himself and Psyko Stevo go one on one. His real name is Jaden Jeter. Jeeves notices Howie staring at the toy belt and gives him a puzzled look… Jeeves: “Where did you get that?” Banks: “I just took it from a little kid.” Jeeves: “Now that’s bad. I mean, come on taking a belt from a little kid. That’s harsh. I thought you we’re above certain things.” Banks: “It wasn’t my fault. He wanted an autograph. He didn’t have ten dollars, so I told him I’d trade the belt for the autograph.” Jeeves: “Ok. You already have a lot of money, so why would you have to charge a kid that much for an autograph? You couldn’t just give him one?” Banks: “HEY! I cut that kid a break; you know I usually charge twenty. Besides, this is a business; I’m not out here doing it for no other reason.” Jeeves: “But what about competitiveness, that belt that’s in your hands, and all those other things.” Banks: “I still do it for those reasons, well… except that I do it for a real belt. But a man has to get paid in order to have the finer things in life. They don’t just come to you.” Jeeves: “Whatever.” Banks: “Speaking of this championship, this is one ugly motherfucker isn’t it? I’m going to have to send it in to be redone.” Jeeves: “Well, it is only a replica; I’d wait until I see the real thing.” Banks: “I’m not talking about the foam and stuff, moron. You really are dumb as hell aren’t you?” Jeeves: “I’m not dumb. I graduated from high school.” Banks: “Jeeves, just calm down. Just let it go and accept the fact that you is dumb…dumb as hell.” Jeeves: “Is dumb?” Banks: “Well, I had to put it in your language otherwise you wouldn’t understand it.” Jeeves: “Fuck you.” Banks: “I wouldn’t talk all that tough to me. It’s a long fall back to the ground.” Jeeves: “So, what’s the plan?” Banks: “For what?” Jeeves: “UH, DUH! The match…” Banks: “What do you mean, the plan, the plan is to win, just as it’s always been. I’m going to go in there, whoop Stevo’s ass, show everybody that I can beat him and that Redemption last year was a fluke! Then I’m going to claim my right to the Las Vegas Title!” Jeeves: “You mean the “IQ” Champion, Travis Williams, right?” Banks: “No, I don’t. I mean the champion. If I have the belt, then possession is nine tenths of the law. If I win against Stevo, then I’m better than everyone in the sVo and I will slowly but surely capture the Las Vegas Title and then move forward to claiming the International belt and then finally the WORLD Title!" Jeeves: "I thought you and Stevo were friends. And what's with the new attitude?" Howie smirks. Banks: "Well, Jeeves. I feel good again. I am one half of the Tag Team Champions with Gunner Lang and soon enough I will be going after the Las Vegas Title. I want to hold each belt in this federation doing it one by one." He pauses. Banks: "And as for Stevo, well we are still buds, but he understands that I am not going to take things lightly on him just because were friends. This is a business as I've stated time and time again and the fans are going to love our match as we tear the house down in a lion's den match." Jeeves shakes his head. Banks: "What Jeeves, what is it NOW?!" Jeeves looks to Howie and begins to speak aloud. Jeeves: "Have you even been in a lion's den match before? Do you even KNOW what it takes to --" Before he could continue, Howie shut him up. Banks: "As a matter of fact, yes I have been, Jeeves. But I will explain that later on, maybe tomorrow or something. For now, I just want to focus on my scouting report on my good buddy, Stevo and just relax and hold this precious Las Vegas title of mine." Howie looks down at the toy belt. He whispers to it… Banks: “That’s right, baby. You’re coming home to me. Just a couple more matches and we’ll finally be together. You’ll be going right around my waist, just where you belong. It won’t be long now.” Howie then leans down and kisses the belt. He shoots back up with a sour look on his face. Banks: “OH MY GOD! WHAT DID THIS KID DO TO THIS BELT? IT TASTES LIKE SNOT!” Jeeves: “It’s from a kid, it probably is.” Banks: “That’s the most rancid thing I’ve ever seen!” Howie gets up out of his seat walks to the curtain. He opens it and throws the belt back at the kid, who’s sitting there playing a game boy, hitting him square in the forehead. Banks: “Take your belt back, punk.” The kid starts crying hysterically. Howie walks back to his seat and sits down. Jeeves (along with the rest of the airplane) give him a startled look. Howie just sits down and leans back, closing his eyes. Banks: “Wake me up when we land.” The scene fades. |
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