Post by Rockstar Spud on Aug 25, 2020 8:52:37 GMT -5
INT. DOREEN SPUDS HOUSE – THE 90’s
A 5-year-old Spud is sat on the couch beside his uncle Ben watching X-Men the Animated Series. Cyclops and Gambit are battering Centinals and it’s all very cool.
The cartoon goes to commercial and so uber 90’s flame graphics appear along with an epic voiceover.
VOICEOVER
WHO DARES STAND IN THE WAY OF DESTRUCTION!
DESTRUCTION HAS MANY NAMES AND MANY FACES BUT THIS ONE IS CALLED THE WOLF MAN!
UNCLE BEN
BOOOOOOOOOO!!!
VOICEOVER
THIS OUTCAST IS HERE TO MAKE BRITISH HAMMERLOCK WRESTLING HIS TERRITORY!
DESTROYING EVERYTHING IN HIS PATH!
THIS LONE WOLF MAKES NO FRIENDS AND WON’T APOLOGIZE FOR STEPPING ON FEW TOES IN HIS QUEST FOR BHW CHAMPIONSHIP!
WITH HIS DEVASTATING FULL MOON MONUEVRE, WHO CAN STOP HIM!
Montage of Wolf-Man hitting surprisingly brilliant moonsaults.
SPUD
WOHH!
UNCLE BEN
Yeah, fair play to the guy that is sick.
VOICEOVER
CAN CURRENT BHW HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION TONY GOLDEN!
UNCLE BEN
TONY GOLDEN (CLAP, CLAP, CLAP, CLAP, CLAP)
Wolfman and Golden stand eye to eye in the ring.
WOLFMAN
I’m going to expose you for phony you are Golden, you may have these people fooled but not the Wolf-Man, 1 full moon and they’ll all know what I know, you’re not the best and once I’m Champion they’ll be able to see that you’re not a nice guy you’re a [BLEEP]
GOLDEN
You’re barking up the wrong tree dog man, everybody knows that The Golden Boy has never been afraid of the big bad wolf.
Golden cheesily grins at the audience.
VOICEOVER
THE GREATEST BRITISH HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION OF ALL TIME!
THE UNSTOPPABLE EVIL MONSTER!
ONE LEAVES WITH THE CHAMPIONSHIP, THE OTHER LEAVES IN AN AMBULANCE!
AT BHW CAGED CHAOS 5!
THIS TIME IT’S PERSONAL!
INT. HIGH SCHOOL GYM – 2010
About 13 years have passed since Caged Chaos but in the cyclical world of wrestling that's multiple lifetimes.
A low rent independent wrestling show is set, very few people are there, 50 at a push, front and centre sits teenage Spud sporting a Nirvana T Shirt beside his uncle Benny sporting a ‘Golden Boy’ Tony Golden T Shirt.
1 fan frantically howls but the rest either boo or give decided indifference.
Out of the curtain steps an even more weathered but still in relatively good shape aged Wolf-Man (think Vince McMahon). Wolf is clearly here for a job and walks purposefully to the ring, it’s a short walk. He rolls into the ring, ascends the corner and gives his patented claw pose, to polite applause, the fans respect him but he’s not who they came to see.
All 50 in attendance stand up, excitement fills the air. The old pro keeps the fans waiting, he’s done this a million times. Tony bursts through the curtain, the years have been much kinder to The Golden Boy than The Wolf Man, whilst clearly not the marvel he was in the 90’s still a massively impressive frame, marching proudly down the ramp. Tony Golden lets the cheers rain down with his arms spread pose eyes closed, imagining he’s still in his heyday.
When Tony opens his eyes to the small, underpopulated, smelly room he’s wrestling, a look of distain fills his face for a second, before going back to a smile, waving to his fans.
Mark Beverly (that’s right our one, everybody starts somewhere): Introducing the combatants in the main event of the afternoon. First hailing from the BIGGEST BADDEST corner of WOLVErhampton! This is The WOLF-MAN!
Wolf again claw poses, Golden scoffs and almost giggles at his rivals shtick.
Mark Beverly: And his opponent, hailing from London, he is the Golden Boy of British Wrestling, the longest reigning BHW Champion in history, The Legend! TONY GOLDENNNNN!!
Golden stands in the middle of the ring, paying no head to Beverly who his body has almost completely obscured, soaking in the cheers of the crowd. Wolf bitterly spits at the floor; he just wants to get on with business.
Golden backs to a corner and limbers up, Wolf just stares at him.
Golden steps forward from his corner and reciprocates the stare with a superior grin painting his visage.
DING!
The staredown persists.
Until Golden’s right hand begins rising.
Wolf takes note of it, realizing the idea as the left rises halfway.
Both men take a step back as The Golden Boy gets into test-of-strength positioning.
Uncle Ben: Good old fashioned test of strength, they don’t do it like this anymore Spud ma boy.
Both men maintain eye contact, they needn’t look at each other’s movements, they’ve wrestled so much they just know.
Fingers wiggle on both hands as they near.
Just about there, slowly into each other anddd…
Locked in!
They jockey for positioning!
It’s a fairly even match, so it seems!
Wolf feels Tony’s positioning shifting.
Senses it.
Matches his strength again as Gold forces their hands down to their sides!
They’re chest to chest!
Nowhere to go but where the stronger man is going to decide!
NO!....
GUTKICK FROM WOLF!
NO! TONY KNOWS THE WOLFS PLAY AND HAS BEEN WAITING FOR IT AND JUMPS HIS HIPS BACK JUST IN TIME!
LET’S LOOSE THE HOLD! RUNNING CLOTHESLINE!
WOLF-MAN IS DOWN!
Golden poses, Wolf rolls back to his feet, grimacing.
WOLF FLIES IN! HEADBUTT!
The crowd or on edge as he nearly drops Golden, groggily The Golden Boy pulls himself from a knee up, he does the Wolf bounce of the ropes.
BIG TIME RUNNING CROSS BODY BY THE WOLF-MAN!
ONE!....
TWO!..
KICKOUT
Tony powers his rival off him, the old foes are on their knees eye to eye.
Wolf-Man: This close Golden.
The pair smile with rage in their eyes as they resume their stare down from earlier, both rising to their feet.
PUNCH FROM GOLDEN!
REPLY FROM WOLF!
PUNCH FROM GOLDEN!
REPLY FROM WOLF!
PUNCH FROM GOLDEN!
REPLY FROM WOLF!
PUNCH FROM GOLDEN!
REPLY FROM WOLF!
BLOCKED!
GOLDEN!
GOLDEN!
GOLDEN!
GOLDEN!
GOLDEN!
Uncle Ben: He called this the Golden Shower, in hindsight it’s an awful name.
Wolf is backed into the corner, Golden poses with his opponent prone regaining his wits in the corner.
Golden charges in for a corner spear.
Wolf-Man moves out of the way, sets himself in the opposite corner, as Golden slowly works back to his feet.
HOWLLLLL!!!!!!
Wolf charges in for a Stinnger Splash, it hits, hard.
Golden drops, rolling to mid ring.
Wolf-Man clambers to the top rope, measuring the slow rise of Tony.
INCH PERFECT RICKY STEAMBOAT STYLE CROSSBODY!
CAUGHT!
HUGE BODYSLAM!
Golden pins.
ONE!.....
TWO!....
KICKOUT!...
Golden undeterred sets himself upon the corner, stalking, waiting.
Wolf rises but is immediately dropped by a clothesline.
Up again.
Another clothesline.
Golden scoops Wolf-Man…..
But Wolf scoots over the top.
Wolf hoist up Golden for a back suplex.
3 precise elbows to the temple get golden out leave Wolf groggily by the ropes.
Kick to the midsection and Golden goes for a DDT.
But Wolf grabs the ropes, keeping himself upright and sending the Golden Boy crashing back first to the mat.
Wolf shakes off the cobwebs and drops an elbow to his downed opponent.
NO! Golden rolls away and Wolfs aged body writhes in pain. Golden slowly rises to his feet in the corner.
A dazed Wolf slowly rises but as soon as he gets to his feet charges at his fresher opponent.
RIGHT INTO A BIG BOOT! Sending The Wolf-Man flipping to the mat.
GOLDEN BOUNCES OFF THE FOR A HUGE PATENTED BIONIC LEG DROP TO THE DOWN WOLF-MAN!
NO!
WOLF TELEGRAPHED IT PERFECTLY, ROLLING OUT OF THE WAY.
Golden is in some serious arse pain, he put everything into that one.
LIKE A FLASH WOLF-MAN IS UP AND SPRINTS OFF THE ROPES!
This is his opening.
SHINING WIZARD TO HIS SEATED OPPONENT!
Spud: Holy shit, what a move.
Wolf-Man hurriedly ambles to the top rope.
AND LEAPS!!!
THE ABSOLUTELY EPIC, FULL MOON MOONSAULT.
Brilliant rotation, great form, good height. Every jaw in the small building is on the floor at sheer grace of the greying bruiser of a bygone era.
GOLDEN GETS HIS KNEES UP!!!
The wind is brutally knocked out of the aged grappler Wolf.
Golden slowly rolls both himself and Wolf over, “accidentally” kneeling on Wolfs crotch as he climbs to his feet.
Pain shoots through Wolf-Mans body but before he can protest or let out a moan…..
GOLDEN SHOOTS OFF THE ROPES…..
LEAPS INTO THE AIR…..
MASSIVE BIONIC LEG DROP!!!!!!
Lateral press.
ONE!.....
TWO!....
THREE!
DING! DING! DING!
Golden slowly rises to his feet and as he always does closes out the night with some big muscle flexing poses, the fans lapping up every bit of it.
Spud takes a second to focus on the frustrated, hurt Wolf-Man, moving backstage with an ice pack on his neck. Uncle Benny grabs his nephew, Spud turns back to Golden and claps as Tony does a peck dance for his adoring public.
Mark Beverly: The winner of this match: THE GOLDEN BOY! TONY GOLDEN!
LATER
INT. GENTS TOILETS
Spud is minding his own business, using a urinal.
The faint sound of sniffing can be heard in one of the cubicles, Spud pays it no heed.
Cubicle door swings open. Spuds eyes light up as he see’s Tony Golden step out, looking wide eyed and refreshed.
SPUD
(Cock in hand excited)
HOLY SHIT! YOU’RE TONY GOLDEN!
TONY GOLDEN
(Sarcastically looking around)
Holy shit. I am Tony Golden.
SPUD
I used to have you on my lunch box.
TONY GOLDEN
25 quid I’ll sign it for you kid.
Spud puts his dick away and goes to the sink beside Golden.
SPUD
Oh, I don’t have it anymore Mr Golden sir.
TONY GOLDEN
Shame, those are worth quite a lot to collectors.
Tony goes to leave and Spud follows.
SPUD
So, Mr Golden, I wanna get into the business.
Golden stops.
Looks Spud up and down.
Nods.
TONY GOLDEN
Hell yeah! Mate, that’s awesome.
Young Spuds eyes light up, male approval is a rare thing in his life.
TONY GOLDEN
Fuck yeah, we need more refs and managers. The guys are gonna look huge next to you mate, yes, that’s awesome, you know Tony Golden, The Wolf-Man, all the BHW TV Wrestlers would have been nothing without the little guys.
SPUD
Mr Golden, I erm….
TONY GOLDEN
Can you talk much? You could be the next Wippleman if you really wanted! Small dude like you could monopolize…
SPUD
With all due respect sir….
TONY GOLDEN
Or hey, I know the Hebners. I helped them with a merch hustle in 03, they’ll train you all about camera angles and where not to stand to get I the way of the real stars.
A tiny spec of blood drips from Golden's nose, he nonchalantly wipes it away.
SPUD
No Mr Golden, I wanna be one of the real stars.
TONY GOLDEN
Heenan, Cornette, Bearer, real stars dude I love the fire, we need manager back.
SPUD
Mr Golden, sir. I wanna wrestle.
Golden puzzling looks at the minuscule (much smaller than modern day Spud) young man before him.
Golden begins to grin.
Takes an exaggerated look up and down Spud.
And again.
TONY GOLDEN
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Well that’s not gonna happen kid.
Tony Golden gives a big brother pat on the shoulder before striding away like a proud, old, peacock.
Spud fumes.
EXT. VENUE
Spud stomps around outside the venue, a nearby Wolf-Man is smoking.
SPUD
Never meet your fucking heroes eh!
Spud kicks at the wall and hears laughter from behind him.
Spud turns to see The Wolfman.
SPUD
WHAT!
WOLF-MAN
What’s up with you kid?
SPUD
Tony Golden’s a fucking prick.
Wolf-Man can’t contain his laughter and doubles over slapping his knee.
WOLF-MAN
I’ve been telling the world that for over 20 years.
SPUD
Why’d you work with that dickhead then?
WOLF-MAN
Back in the day it was really good money, now it’s the only match anybody will ever book me in. Everybody wants to see the Golden Boy slay the Big Bad Wolf. Why do you hate him?
SPUD
I wanna be a wrestler.
Spud pauses, waiting for Wolf-Man to give the same reaction as Golden, he doesn’t.
SPUD
He thinks I’m too small, said if I wanna be in the industry I should be a ref or a manager, I know I’m fucking small, don’t treat me like I’m 10 because of it, being the littlest guy doesn’t define me. I can do anything a bigger guy can….
WOLF-MAN
No, you can’t.
SPUD
I CAN!
WOLF-MAN
You can’t.
Spud grabs Wolf-Man by the scruff of the collar. Wolfman glares at Spud.
WOLF-MAN
Listen little man, you don’t wanna do this.
Wolf-Man looks down at the teenage Spud, he sees a fire in his eyes, he likes it….
But Spud still needs putting in his place.
Wolfman kicks Spud in the shin and then grabs Spud by the wrist, twisting hard enough to hurt without breaking anything.
Spud wilts in agony.
WOLF-MAN
You are not big! You will never be big! Stop trying to be something you aren’t!
Wolf releases Spud who holds his wrist to his chest.
WOLF-MAN
You’ve gotta learn to be what you can be. Bring £50 to the gym on corner of South Bank Street Monday.
SPUD
What?
WOLF-MAN
Training starts Monday.
Joy fills Spuds face, he grabs at Wolf-Man’s hand and enthusiastically shakes it, wincing as he does so since he’s using the hand he just had bent.
SPUD
Oh thank you Mr Wolf-Man I won’t let you down.
Wolf-Man pushes Spud away.
WOLF-MAN
Don’t touch me kid, we’re not friends, most give up this after a week, you’ve gotta train with me for at least a month before you can even call me coach and you have to fucking impress me to earn a handshake.
Spud giddily walks away from the Wolf-Man.
SPUD
YES SIR! I’LL SEE YOU MONDAY.
Spud awkwardly salutes his new coach on his back into the high school gym.
