Post by Kyle on Jan 12, 2022 5:06:18 GMT
MARCH 6TH 2020
ATLANTA, GEORGIA
SCOTT STEINER: This traffic stinks! I hate traffic. Move your fat asses, I have a show to get to!
Inside a lifted black pickup truck are two members of the Steiner wrestling family. Driving is Scott Steiner, wrestling legend, multiple time world champion and famously short-tempered while in the passenger seat is his nephew, Bronson, aspiring professional football player who is eligible to be drafted in the upcoming 2020 NFL Draft. Scott slams his palms on the steering wheel and then leans his head out the window to shout at the drivers in front of him. Bronson looks on unamused.
SCOTT STEINER: Let's get moving! Do you know who the hell I am? That's it. I've had enough!
Scott unlocks the doors of the truck and puts his calloused hand on the handle but at the same moment the red light turns to green and the brake lights ahead disappear. The traffic begins to flow and Steiner and his nephew continue to drive. They continue smoothly down the road to their destination and Scott looks over at his nephew who sits arms crossed.
SCOTT STEINER: What's the matter? Cat got your tongue Bron?
BRONSON RECHSTEINER: I should be working out for NFL teams right now, not going to one of your high school gym wrestling shows.
SCOTT STEINER: Watch your mouth boy! You better stop disrespecting the business that put you through school and even gave you a chance at being drafted.
BRONSON RECHSTEINER: My talent is going to get me drafted! Not yours or my dad's bingo hall money...
SCOTT STEINER: You're lucky I don't smack you kid! But I know you'll be changing your tune shortly.
Bronson returns to sitting in silence so Scott decides to turn up the radio dial to drown the heated silence between nephew and uncle. A talk show begins to play for both men to hear.
RADIO PERSONALITY: ...there are rumors that the NBA and NHL season could be shut down because of the Coronavirus. Right now all we can do is socially distance and bump elbows instead of shaking hands...
Scott Steiner almost immediately turns the radio volume back down to 0 after hearing news of the recent Covid-19 outbreak in other parts of the country. He scoffs and then begins to laugh at the news. He punches Bronson gently in the arm to try and ignite
communication again.
SCOTT STEINER: What the hell is this phony virus crap? I heard it only targets fat asses. It won't get me because I'm a genetic freak! You're also a genetic freak Bronson, you've got Steiner in your DNA. No virus is going to be able to get you either, especially if you get on the Big Poppa Pump regimen.
BRONSON RECHSTEINER: I'm not interested in your regimen Uncle Scott. I need to stay clean with the Draft in a month and NFL teams watching my every move.
SCOTT STEINER: If you need help passing some tests, I know a guy.
BRONSON RECHSTEINER: I'm not using any drugs! This machine runs clean and that won't change with my future right ahead of me.
SCOTT STEINER: Suit yourself Bronson but sometimes you gotta do more than the guys your competing against to get an advantage and based on your draft stock, you could use a boost! Stop being a dumb ass and listen to my wisdom!
BRONSON RECHSTEINER: Why the hell are you always so god damn angry? Things aren't like they used to be. There are no secrets anymore. If I get caught with anything illegal in my system then my career is dead before it even starts.
SCOTT STEINER: You want to know why I'm angry? The world is a cold and ruthless place. You'll find out soon enough kid. I just hope you find your release from the troubles like I did before it's too late.
Suddenly the pickup truck stops in the parking lot of the Coca-Cola Roxy where Impact Wrestling tapes their shows. Scott gets out of his truck and gathers his bags as Bronson has to take a second look at the venue as he was expecting a bingo hall or high school gymnasium today.
SCOTT STEINER: Let's go. We are late.
Scott Steiner walks ahead and waits for his nephew to follow behind him. he swings the back door open and they both walk in to the venue. As the enter, Scott is immediately greeted by wrestlers and employees backstage. They say hello and treat Steiner like the wrestling legend he is. It takes almost ten minutes for the two family members to clear the hallway of all the people excited to greet Scott Steiner and is nephew by proxy. Scott has a wide, genuine smile on his face as he says hello to everyone and Bronson can't help but recognize how appreciated his uncle is and how much he appreciates it back. Once they are through with the greetings, Scott and Bronson gather near the curtain.
SCOTT STEINER: Let's take a look at these kids in the ring. They can't be much older than you Bron.
Scott pulls back the curtain so he and Bronson can stick their heads out and watch the dark match taking place in front of an empty arena. Bronson can't help but notice another smile come across his uncle's face as he watches two young wrestlers go through the motions. Bronson turns his attention back to the ring and watches the two young, beefy wrestlers smack each other for a short period of time. From behind, Impact Wrestling executive Tommy Dreamer slaps both Bronson and Scott on the back to get their attention.
TOMMY DREAMER: Hey Scotty, this must be your nephew Bronson. It's nice to meet you. How's it going?
BRONSON RECHSTEINER: I'm good.
SCOTT STEINER: Don't mind him Tommy. He's angry I dragged him here to watch me work. But he doesn't know I also brought him here to meet with you Dreamer. He won't listen to me or Rick. Tell him about the potential he's got but refuses to see.
TOMMY DREAMER: I get it. It's probably not your dream to be a wrestler, I know you're a talented football player but it's important you should know you have the look of a superstar in this business. With a little hard work, I could have you headlining big time events in no time. Your talent, look and lineage is a perfect recipe for box office money Bronson. I think you should seriously consider training here with us if football doesn't work out of course.
BRONSON RECHSTEINER: I appreciate it but I am one hundred percent dedicated to football. Following in the Steiner footsteps has never been a goal of mine. I tend to plow my own path. Fullback style.
TOMMY DREAMER: I completely understand. Just think about it.
BRONSON RECHSTEINER: Sure, whatever.
SCOTT STEINER: Don't mind him Tommy. He can't see the opportunity in front of him. He's thick in the head. Not like me.
Tommy Dreamer laughs but quickly realizes Scott wasn't make a self aware joke. Bronson doesn't laugh either, instead his attention has turned back to the happenings in the ring on the other side of the curtain. Soon Dreamer and Steiner notice Bron's attention has been pulled to the ring without needing convincing. They share a look of intrigue with each other.
SCOTT STEINER: Alright Tommy, who's the "doctor" on site. I need to get loose before my match tonight.
TOMMY DREAMER: Uh...last room on the left. Quite down Scotty, not everyone is aware of the "doctor."
SCOTT STEINER: This damn younger generation doesn't respect how the wrestling locker room works! Bron, let's go see the doc.
Bronson has his head completely out of the curtain and quickly jerks back inside to respond to his uncle.
BRONSON RECHSTEINER: I'm going to stay here and watch this match finish. I'm not going anywhere near you and your "doctor" Scott. I told you I don't need any of that shit in my body.
SCOTT STEINER: Suit yourself kid.
Steiner and Dreamer walk away from Bronson down the hall to the last door on the left. Bronson turns back around to watch the match he finds himself suddenly invested in. But Bronson Rechsteiner can't enjoy the match for long before his attention is turned away yet again.
TOMMY DREAMER: BRON! Scott just collapsed, I think he's having a heart attack!
Tommy Dreamer who ran over in a hurry grabs Bronson's attention. Both men quickly head towards Steiner who is surrounded by people trying to aid him as he lays on the ground. Bronson runs over and checks out his uncle but soon the real on-site medical team is on the scene and checking out Steiner.
BRONSON RECHSTEINER: Someone call 9-1-1!
Bronson yells out instructions to call paramedics in an attempt to help in a suddenly helpless situation. He stands with his hands on his head as his uncle is tended to.
ATLANTA, GEORGIA
SCOTT STEINER: This traffic stinks! I hate traffic. Move your fat asses, I have a show to get to!
Inside a lifted black pickup truck are two members of the Steiner wrestling family. Driving is Scott Steiner, wrestling legend, multiple time world champion and famously short-tempered while in the passenger seat is his nephew, Bronson, aspiring professional football player who is eligible to be drafted in the upcoming 2020 NFL Draft. Scott slams his palms on the steering wheel and then leans his head out the window to shout at the drivers in front of him. Bronson looks on unamused.
SCOTT STEINER: Let's get moving! Do you know who the hell I am? That's it. I've had enough!
Scott unlocks the doors of the truck and puts his calloused hand on the handle but at the same moment the red light turns to green and the brake lights ahead disappear. The traffic begins to flow and Steiner and his nephew continue to drive. They continue smoothly down the road to their destination and Scott looks over at his nephew who sits arms crossed.
SCOTT STEINER: What's the matter? Cat got your tongue Bron?
BRONSON RECHSTEINER: I should be working out for NFL teams right now, not going to one of your high school gym wrestling shows.
SCOTT STEINER: Watch your mouth boy! You better stop disrespecting the business that put you through school and even gave you a chance at being drafted.
BRONSON RECHSTEINER: My talent is going to get me drafted! Not yours or my dad's bingo hall money...
SCOTT STEINER: You're lucky I don't smack you kid! But I know you'll be changing your tune shortly.
Bronson returns to sitting in silence so Scott decides to turn up the radio dial to drown the heated silence between nephew and uncle. A talk show begins to play for both men to hear.
RADIO PERSONALITY: ...there are rumors that the NBA and NHL season could be shut down because of the Coronavirus. Right now all we can do is socially distance and bump elbows instead of shaking hands...
Scott Steiner almost immediately turns the radio volume back down to 0 after hearing news of the recent Covid-19 outbreak in other parts of the country. He scoffs and then begins to laugh at the news. He punches Bronson gently in the arm to try and ignite
communication again.
SCOTT STEINER: What the hell is this phony virus crap? I heard it only targets fat asses. It won't get me because I'm a genetic freak! You're also a genetic freak Bronson, you've got Steiner in your DNA. No virus is going to be able to get you either, especially if you get on the Big Poppa Pump regimen.
BRONSON RECHSTEINER: I'm not interested in your regimen Uncle Scott. I need to stay clean with the Draft in a month and NFL teams watching my every move.
SCOTT STEINER: If you need help passing some tests, I know a guy.
BRONSON RECHSTEINER: I'm not using any drugs! This machine runs clean and that won't change with my future right ahead of me.
SCOTT STEINER: Suit yourself Bronson but sometimes you gotta do more than the guys your competing against to get an advantage and based on your draft stock, you could use a boost! Stop being a dumb ass and listen to my wisdom!
BRONSON RECHSTEINER: Why the hell are you always so god damn angry? Things aren't like they used to be. There are no secrets anymore. If I get caught with anything illegal in my system then my career is dead before it even starts.
SCOTT STEINER: You want to know why I'm angry? The world is a cold and ruthless place. You'll find out soon enough kid. I just hope you find your release from the troubles like I did before it's too late.
Suddenly the pickup truck stops in the parking lot of the Coca-Cola Roxy where Impact Wrestling tapes their shows. Scott gets out of his truck and gathers his bags as Bronson has to take a second look at the venue as he was expecting a bingo hall or high school gymnasium today.
SCOTT STEINER: Let's go. We are late.
Scott Steiner walks ahead and waits for his nephew to follow behind him. he swings the back door open and they both walk in to the venue. As the enter, Scott is immediately greeted by wrestlers and employees backstage. They say hello and treat Steiner like the wrestling legend he is. It takes almost ten minutes for the two family members to clear the hallway of all the people excited to greet Scott Steiner and is nephew by proxy. Scott has a wide, genuine smile on his face as he says hello to everyone and Bronson can't help but recognize how appreciated his uncle is and how much he appreciates it back. Once they are through with the greetings, Scott and Bronson gather near the curtain.
SCOTT STEINER: Let's take a look at these kids in the ring. They can't be much older than you Bron.
Scott pulls back the curtain so he and Bronson can stick their heads out and watch the dark match taking place in front of an empty arena. Bronson can't help but notice another smile come across his uncle's face as he watches two young wrestlers go through the motions. Bronson turns his attention back to the ring and watches the two young, beefy wrestlers smack each other for a short period of time. From behind, Impact Wrestling executive Tommy Dreamer slaps both Bronson and Scott on the back to get their attention.
TOMMY DREAMER: Hey Scotty, this must be your nephew Bronson. It's nice to meet you. How's it going?
BRONSON RECHSTEINER: I'm good.
SCOTT STEINER: Don't mind him Tommy. He's angry I dragged him here to watch me work. But he doesn't know I also brought him here to meet with you Dreamer. He won't listen to me or Rick. Tell him about the potential he's got but refuses to see.
TOMMY DREAMER: I get it. It's probably not your dream to be a wrestler, I know you're a talented football player but it's important you should know you have the look of a superstar in this business. With a little hard work, I could have you headlining big time events in no time. Your talent, look and lineage is a perfect recipe for box office money Bronson. I think you should seriously consider training here with us if football doesn't work out of course.
BRONSON RECHSTEINER: I appreciate it but I am one hundred percent dedicated to football. Following in the Steiner footsteps has never been a goal of mine. I tend to plow my own path. Fullback style.
TOMMY DREAMER: I completely understand. Just think about it.
BRONSON RECHSTEINER: Sure, whatever.
SCOTT STEINER: Don't mind him Tommy. He can't see the opportunity in front of him. He's thick in the head. Not like me.
Tommy Dreamer laughs but quickly realizes Scott wasn't make a self aware joke. Bronson doesn't laugh either, instead his attention has turned back to the happenings in the ring on the other side of the curtain. Soon Dreamer and Steiner notice Bron's attention has been pulled to the ring without needing convincing. They share a look of intrigue with each other.
SCOTT STEINER: Alright Tommy, who's the "doctor" on site. I need to get loose before my match tonight.
TOMMY DREAMER: Uh...last room on the left. Quite down Scotty, not everyone is aware of the "doctor."
SCOTT STEINER: This damn younger generation doesn't respect how the wrestling locker room works! Bron, let's go see the doc.
Bronson has his head completely out of the curtain and quickly jerks back inside to respond to his uncle.
BRONSON RECHSTEINER: I'm going to stay here and watch this match finish. I'm not going anywhere near you and your "doctor" Scott. I told you I don't need any of that shit in my body.
SCOTT STEINER: Suit yourself kid.
Steiner and Dreamer walk away from Bronson down the hall to the last door on the left. Bronson turns back around to watch the match he finds himself suddenly invested in. But Bronson Rechsteiner can't enjoy the match for long before his attention is turned away yet again.
TOMMY DREAMER: BRON! Scott just collapsed, I think he's having a heart attack!
Tommy Dreamer who ran over in a hurry grabs Bronson's attention. Both men quickly head towards Steiner who is surrounded by people trying to aid him as he lays on the ground. Bronson runs over and checks out his uncle but soon the real on-site medical team is on the scene and checking out Steiner.
BRONSON RECHSTEINER: Someone call 9-1-1!
Bronson yells out instructions to call paramedics in an attempt to help in a suddenly helpless situation. He stands with his hands on his head as his uncle is tended to.