ooc: Good Luck peeps
[glow=red,2,300]*The cameras show a group of drug dealers in a dark alley. They are joking and all of a sudden they start running off and saying “No Homo”. When they gather around they see a white person come up with a black hoodie on with the hood up. He slaps hands with all of them and when he is done he looks behind him and looks back and brings a stack of money out of his pocket. The dealers look at the money and a few goes into another alleyway. He looks over his shoulder again and he gives the money to the main dealer and he signals towards the alleyway and we hear a car start. The cameramen get closer and can barely hear them.*
: If my friend knew I was here he would go crazy.
Main Drug Dealer: So same place as before?
: Yeah, we are safe for a few hours. He is joining us both up at a wrestling federation to try to get me to kick this stuff. I don’t think it’s going to work.
Drug Dealer #1: Man, if it does work we got something for him.
Main Drug Dealer: It won’t work trust me.
: You don’t know him then.
Main Drug Dealer: What is he going to go under in eWe?
: Judgment Hour and I’m going to be Last Hour.
Drug Dealer #2: Very……..
Last Hour: Yeah I know.
*A car pulls out of the other alley way and Last Hour waves them on and the speed away as Last Hour looks the direction of the Cameramen and he spots the cameras. He whispers to the drug dealers and they flee the scene. He walks towards the cameras and he doesn’t look happy. When he is a few feet away he stops.*
Last Hour: My friend sent you down here didn’t he? He wants eWe to kick me out of the match we both are signing up for. Am I right? He thinks I can kick this habit, I have news for him. IF it doesn’t work the first time, it won’t work the second time. There are about 16 people already signed up for this match. Judgment Hour knows what I am capable of, and he wants to get me out of this match at all costs so he can have a better chance of winning. That is not going to happen. I am going into that match a new wrestler and coming out as the number one contender. Does it matter that I’m a drug addict? Hell no! I am going into this match with a mission and IF Judgment Hour doesn’t understand that then he better and fast.
*Last Hour looks behind him again and jogs towards the way he came from. The cameras try to catch up but we catch him as his Hummer speeds away. The cameramen walk back into the alleys trying to see if they can catch up with the drug dealers when they see another man standing in the middle of the alley staring where the Hummer used to be.*
: His Process will begin soon.
*The cameras start to turn away to try to find Last Hour.*
: I am Judgment Hour, the friend of Last Hour that added us both to the eWe roster. He has no idea how powerful these wrestlers are. He doesn’t stand a chance. He wants to stay in the match? So be it, it will be a quick lesson to him. I, on the other hand, have trained for this. This is my chance to show the world that eWe’s Sean Lewis is beatable. Once I am the X Division I will head into Wrestlemania with Last Hour and win the Tag Titles. One step at a time though, if you get ahead of your self you will fail at anything you do.
*The cameras by now have their Cameras focused on Judgment Hour. He smiles and looks around in the alleyway. He then walks to the alley the drug dealers fled away with and looks down it and smiles and motions inside the alley way to tell someone to come out. After a few minutes the 3 drug dealers comes out of the alleyway as Judgment Hour looks at them.*
Judgment Hour: If you see him come down here again, don’t do business with him.
Main Drug Dealer: I don’t know who you are, but you need to step down. This is my little gang here and we will sell to anyone as long as we get the money.
Judgment Hour: There must be a way I can keep you from selling to him.
*Judgment Hour grabs the Main drug dealer’s throat and pushes him to the brink wall. The other two drug dealers pull out guns, but when Judgment Hour looks at them they put them away.*
Judgment Hour: So do we have a deal?
MDD: Yes.
Judgment Hour: Good.
*Judgment Hour lets the drug dealer go and starts walking away as the cameras fade to black.*
| | Scene 2 | |
*The cameras are in an apartment with a big box in the hallway. Last Hour comes into sight with a box opener. When he opens the box and picks up a small pack and opens it. He sticks his pinkie into it and licks it. He appears pleased and closes the top flaps and quickly picks up the box and disappears with it. In a couple of minutes the cameras move further into the apartment and Last Hour comes in and looks at the cameramen.*
Last Hour: Am I that popular that fast? It must be my good looks. *Poses* Maybe it’s the drugs, yes it must be the drugs, if you pay me half a million bucks you can get a fourth of what I have. *laughs* Like you guys have that much money. This Battle Royal match I’m in, it seems like everyone who has a brain is in it. Am I scared? NO! I have my drugs to help me train, and I have the confidence my dear friend doesn’t. He has been trying to get me out of this match, but it won’t work. He knows what I can do; he is scared for his life. He wants to be the bigger man to come out of the match. Hell if he makes it to the last two and I’m not there, and a female is in my place he will probably eliminate himself so that bitch can win the damn match and lose to that mother fucker Sean Lewis. I will never lose to that punk.
*The apartment door opens and Judgment Hour walks in. He walks up to Last Hour and they have a stare down. After a few intense minutes Judgment Hour extends his hands and smiles. Last Hour shakes his hand. They head out of the apartment as the cameras fade to black.*
| | Scene 3 | |
*Last Hour’s Hummer pulls up to the Arena and the engine turns off. Judgment Hour gets out and shakes his head. Last Hour comes from the other side, and he is smiling like a little kid.*
Last Hour: Record time baby.
Judgment Hour: We almost ran over kids to make the record time…baby.
Last Hour: They bloody saw me and ran in front of it on purpose, and when we went by I heard the mom say nice try.
Judgment Hour: How could you hear that? You had that Rock air pollution turned up so loud you couldn’t even hear the train coming.
Last Hour: The train saw me, he could have stopped.
Judgment Hour: I don’t think you should drive with me in the Hummer anymore.
Last Hour: Party Pooper!
*They walk towards the entrance and the guard lets Judgment Hour in but stops Last Hour.*
Last Hour: WHAT THE BLOODY HELL! LET ME THE FUCK IN! I’LL SLA…
Judgment Hour: My friend, calm down. *towards the guard* He’s my tag partner.
*The guard lets him by and Last Hour sticks his tongue out to the guard and walks with Judgment Hour.*
Last Hour: That bloody guard will get it one day.
Judgment Hour: Just focus on your match, young one.
*The cameras fade to black.*
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