Post by yansuko on Dec 16, 2009 21:04:58 GMT -7
#Enter#
#December 15, 2009 11:02 PM CDT#
[We open inside of Club Strike in downtown St Paul, Minnesota. Teenagers and young adults of all ages are dancing on the moderately sized dance floor. Others are gathered around the bar to order their favorite drinks. The camera catches BA Jive at the bar, wearing his nicest silk shirt and leather pants.]
[The camera moves to one of the tables in the corner of the club, all three members of the dual trios champions Unqiue Element sit on one side, while Maurice Thompson and the CWFF Galaxy Champion Dennis Cyr sit on the other. Dennis is wearing a red collar shirt with jeans, Maurice is wearing a nice white collar shirt. All three members of Unique Element wear black collar shirts and jeans. None of them seem to be in the best of moods as we zoom in.]
Thompson: So why don't you guys carry your belts around?
Cyr: For one their heavy, and it's a sign of modesty to not carry it every where you are.
Wilson: It also keeps them from getting stolen..
[Danny and Gabe grin, still in disbelief that one set of their trios championships have been stolen again.]
Lindsay: Trust me, we'll be keeping close eye on the FMLA belts from now on.
Thompson: I'm glad we got this table reserved...
Gunderson: Everyone knows who you are Maurice, besides I'm sure half the people in here were at the show tonight.
[Cyr grits his teeth.]
Cyr: Lets not talk about that...
Thomspon: Why? You were dominant out there, I was the only one that got pinned.
Cyr: Maurice, you're still a rookie. Those things will happen, you'll learn from those situations. It's not easy to go out there and win every night.
Lindsay: Unless you face The New Main Street Killaz every night.
[The table laughs at that as Lindsay takes a sip from his drink.]
Lindsay: That's just how it goes sometimes, trust me you'll be a champion sooner rather than later.
[Outside a few feet away from the door, we find none other than DCWL's new Grand Champion, Leon Corella. Decked out in a tailored black suit, dark brown shirt, matching Italian loafers, and that ever present Platinum Rolex, he most certainly looked out of place in a line filled primarily with younger people. He arched his stitched up brow, looking at them.]
Corella- ...Seems like a different crowd comes to the old club these days...
[Behind him, a lovely 18-ish blond bombshell in a leather mini-skirt and a barely opaque top stands. She notices the expensive wrist bling and her ruby red lips spread with a sexy smile. She taps his shoulder.]
Girl- Hey there sexy...
[...That brow arches yet again, and he casts a sideways glance to the woman...]
Corella- Hey... Can I help you?
[...She puffs her chest out a bit, exposing a generous helping of cleavage to the DCWL Champion...]
Girl- ...No, but I can help you...
[...Leon holds his hand up and points to that platinum wedding band. She frowns and then grins once more..]
Girl- Bring the wife along, I don't care...
[...He blinks, tilting his head ever so slightly...]
Corella- Sweetheart... my wife would kill you...
[...The girl giggles brightly and Corella is relieved when the line finally moves forward, and he is face to face with a rather large and burly doorman...]
[We quickly cut inside and BA Jive is now at the table, twelve or so shots of different color and texture are spread around the table.]
Jive: Drink up fellows...
[Just as he finishes speaking three young brunettes walk over wearing, well the usual club attire. One wears a very short grey sweater dress with black horizontal lines, the other a short jean skirt with a white thermal top, and the other wears tight jeans and a white shirt.]
Girl 1: Aren't you Maurice Thompson?
[The guys at the table start laughing.]
[Back outside, Leon arches his brow a bit smirking to the bouncer.]
Bouncer: Can I see your ID bro?
Corella- You're joking right? You don't get a face like mine without some years attatched to it...
Bouncer: Just doing my job man...
[...He shrugged his shoulders and reached into his coat. Leon knew he had to put some cash in the man's hand for a cover anyways. He produces his ID and holds it up for the man...]
[The bouncer grabs his wrist bands out from his pocket as he leans in to read the ID.]
Corella- The cover still 15.75?
Bouncer: Leo...Leon...Cor...Leon Corella! I was there tonight man! Damn dude...is that really you? Where's the belt?
Girl- Ooooo rich and famous... Two things I love in a man...
[...The girl waggled her brows...]
[The bouncer looks over Corella's shoulder.]
Bouncer: Calm down Marissa, don't make me talk to your sister.
[The girl pouts at him...]
Bouncer: Sorry, Mr. Corella...You don't have to pay man you're a VIP. Unique Element, Dennis Cyr, BA Jive, and Maurice Thompson came in about thirty minutes ago too.
Corella- Really? Well if it's all the same to you...
[The Bouncer steps inside a moment and whispers something to the girl behind the register before reappearing. Leon reached into his wallet and put a crisp one hundred dollar bill into the bouncer's hand...]
Corella- Even bouncer's have to eat...
[...He then smiled and stepped past the man. W cut back to the table of wrestlers. Each of the three girls have now found seats on each member of Unique Element's laps. The shots have all disappeared, Thompson has a smirk on his face.]
Thompson: So Morgan is sitting on Gabe, Simone is on Aaron, and Melissa is on Danny. Correct?
Girls: Yep!
Simone: So how was it like being on Natasha's show?
[Maurice takes a sip of his Tsing Tao import from China.]
Thompson: It was fun, she's pretty cool.
Cyr: Maurice is lucky enough to be the world's most famous 18 year old.
Melissa: He's cute too...
[The three girls giggle. BA Jive shakes his head and takes a sip from his mixed drink.]
Wilson: He's alright..
Thompson: Cuter than you..heh.
Morgan: Boys..Boys..You're all pretty cute.
[We cut back to the new DCWL Grand Champion. As Corella steps through the curtains and onto the main floor, he finds himself assaulted by a mix of techno rave and rap music. He shoots a flat stare at the mass of gyrating bodies bumping and grinding in sweaty fashion to the mad, bass heavy thuds of the house speaker system.]
Corella- ...I knew there was a reason I started hating nightclubs... they keep changing...
[...with a disheartened sigh, Leon made his way around the huge crowd, and headed straight for the VIP lounge. At least a few familiar faces would make the experience a bit more livable...]
[The music dies down in the club as the DJ comes over the house speaker.]
DJ: The best DJ in Minnesota here...Check that..The best DJ in the United States..DJ Shaka' here! Just wanted to let ya'll know that a very famous VIP just entered the building. The cat in the slick suit..and some of you might notice from the DCWL show tonight as the man who walked out with the DCWL Grand Championship...I want everyone to take a shot for....Leonnn Corellla!
DJ: And to give ya'll something sweet to dance to in celebration of Leon..his theme music was recently re-mixed by Mr. Swagga Jermaine Leon...Now get back to that booty shakin that I love!
[...as he thought to himself "Wonderful..." He smiles to the crowd and straightens a bit...The music starts blasting through the club as people start dancing around Leon. One guy around the age of 20 does Leon's open hands pose in front of him out of respect before clapping.]
[...He nods his head a bit, and gives the man a thumbs up...]
Corella- Not bad kid, not bad at all...
[...of course several young ladies move in close, including one freshly entranced Marissa. Of course he keeps repeating one mantra...]
Corella- ...Come on... Ladies... I'm flattered really... but I'm married... I just came in for a couple drinks...
[...He was trying his best to ease from their bump and grind embrace, without using any unnecessary force...We cut to the VIP room, the nine..Well the six in seats and the three using Unique Element for seats are still in the same place. A bartender had just brought them nine more beers and a dozen more shots.]
Gunderson: Did you hear that?
Thompson: And that music...
[Thompson motions towards the bartender who had just delivered their drinks. She bends over.]
Thompson: What's going on?
Bartender: Leon Corella just walked in
[The table looks surprised.]
Wilson: Corella?
Jive: That foo' don't belong in a place like this.
Cyr: Look whose talking? Look how you're dressed.
[Those at the table laugh.]
Jive: Shuttup man...
Simone: I think he looks cute..So Jive..Is it true what they say about black guys and their...
Morgan: I've told you a hundred times that it's true!
[Melissa giggles at her two friends. We cut back to Leon who finally managed to break free of the crowd, barely managing to keep his sanity, his watch, and his wallet in the process. He smiled to them, gave a wave of his hand, and stepped through the doorway into the VIP lounge...]
[..He adjusts his collar a bit, and lets out a sigh of relief...]
Corella- When did Club Strike become a Rave club?
[...Shaking his head, Corella heads straight to the bar and motions for the bartender...]
Corella- I'll have a Rotgut Punch with lemon...
[The lady nods her head...]
Bartender- You got it sugar...
[...She proceeds to mix the punch and Vodka, throwing it all into a shaker with ice. Beside Leon sits a young looking girl with dyed red hair, she turns towards Leon with a nervous look on her face. She gathers up some courage before tapping him on the shoulder.]
Girl: Mr. Corella?
[...His drink now in hand, he looks to the young woman...]
Corella- Can I help you, miss....?
Girl: I know you probably get this a lot, but I'm training at the Viking Gym here in St. Paul...I just wanted to know if I could get some advice...I'm looking for more specialized training as they aren't too high on training girls...I mean...I don't want your sympathy...But, I'd be willing to pay you...
[She is able to edge up a slight smile.]
[Corella pursed his lips and thought about it for a moment...]
Corella- The Viking Gym has always been more of a pro-guys kind of place... a little "too" pro if you ask my opinion...
[...He smirks...]
Girl: Yeah...but it's the only credible gym around St. Paul. I don't have enough money to travel anywhere else right now...I shouldn't even be here drinking.
[He arched his brow a bit...]
Corella- How old would you say you are?
Girl: Well..how old am I..or how old my ID says I am?
[Corella sighes softly and shakes his head...]
Corella- I figured as much. Let me give you a card to a little gym out here that may not be as credible, but the trainer there is most certainly certified and a very capable man...
[...He digs into his inner coat pocket, feeling around until he found a small set of cards. Feeling the logo work, he pulls the appropriate card out and hands it to her.]
Corella- Furgeson Star Gym.
Girl: My name is Georgina, Mr. Corella. I really appreciate it.
Corella- Not a problem, just drink responsibly and call that number after the hangover subsides. You will not regret it. The Gym has a zero discrimination policy against gender, race, creed, and everything else you can possibly think of.
Georgina: Thank you. I really don't know how to thank you...
[...Corella took a hit from his drink and smirked a bit...]
Corella- You could thank me by staying out of trouble.
[The camera cuts across the room back to the table where the other wrestlers are seated.]
Cyr: There's Corella over there at the bar.
Morgan: Why is he in a suit?
Jive: Told you guys..
Lindsay: That's just Leon I guess.
Jive: So Maurice you remember the time you dominated Corella the whole match and then lost?
[Jive starts laughing, Thompson just shakes his head and takes an elongated sip from his beer.]
Thompson: Take it easy on me tonight..
Jive: You'll be alright kid.
Wilson: What's Corella doing at a club? That's something I thought I'd never see.
Cyr: It would be weirder if it were the Annoyed Samoans..
[Everyone at the table laughs, we cut back across the room to Leon. He casts his gaze over the room, trying to spot some familiar faces. Damn how he missed the old red carpet and much more polished interior the VIP room once had... ]
Georgina: I'll let you get back to your night Mr. Corella...Oh...Keep your hips lowered on your German Suplexes.
[Georgina casts him a smirk. Corella arched his brow in her direction...]
Corella- I'll keep that in mind...
Georgina: I'll let them know you gave me their contact information.
[Corella looked back to Georgina...]
Corella- Oh, no sweat. Tell them I sent you, and they'll give you a couple free sessions. I own a percentage of the company.
[Georgina gets off her bar stool and adjusts her dress.]
Bartender: Take it easy Georgina, call me tomorrow.
Georgina: Alright Barbara.
[Georgina waves as she walks away.]
Corella- Nice meeting you, Ms. Georgina...
[...Corella held up his glass to her, and took a swig. It was then that he spotted the table where his fellow DCWL wrestlers now reside. At the table Danny and Melissa have started to get rather, "friendly" as they look for something inside of each others mouths. Everyone else just shakes their heads, and Maurice catches a glimpse of Corella out of the corner of his eye.]
[...Corella raises his glass to the man, takes another hit, and makes his way over to the table, careful to step around anyone in his path...]
Thompson(towards those at the table): Looks like we're about to be joined by the Grand Champion..
[Melissa pulls her face away from Danny's as she hears they're about to have company. Arriving at the table, Leon smirks...]
Corella- You say that like it's a bad thing...
[...Finding an empty spot at the table, he grabs a chair from nearby and sits down...]
Simone: You look familiar...
Lindsay: He's Leon Corella, he won the Grand Championship about four hours ago heh.
Simone: Ohhh! How's that cut doing?
[...He shrugged his shoulders, taking another hit. The drink was past the halfway mark, and he was starting to feel a slight buzz...]
Corella- I've had worse bleeds. Back in '03, I actually was involved in a match where I needed a transfusion when it was all said and done...
[...He looked around at the men at the table...]
Corella- I know your names...
[...Leon then motioned to the ladies...]
Corella- What are your names, ladies?
[They all smile.]
Morgan: Morgan...
Melissa: I'm Melissa..
Simone: I'm the best Simone you'll ever meet.
[Corella chuckled a bit...]
Corella- Well ladies, I hope you give each of those gentlemen a night to remember. It's been a rough one for them and they certainly could use a spirit lifter at this point.
[They giggle again.]
Cyr: So what brings you out tonight?
Corella- Well, the last time I was here at Club Strike, in St. Paul, it was 2006 place. I told myself that if I was out here again, I'd visit the old club. They have really changed up the place.
Thompson: You picked an interesting night to visit. I never would have guessed Minnesota would love wrestling as much as they do.
Wilson: After sitting through over three hours of wrestling, you know they have to love it.
[...Corella chuckled a bit...]
Corella- Minnesota has always been a great place to do ANYTHING just about... The crowds here will cheer longer than just about any place in the U.S. and when most fans would be dying on the vine, they will STILL be going absolutely wild.
[...He leans forward a bit across the table...]
Corella- Don't believe me? Host a concert out here and watch what happens....
[Simone giggles.]
Simone: We all go to the University Of Minnesota. We've always loved wrestling, we're new to the DCWL though.
Corella- Nothing wrong with a few more fans to the cause. I'm glad we're starting to branch out more stateside.
[...He takes one final hit, downing the last of his drink along with a cube of ice, which he crunches noisely...]
Cyr: No thanks to Maurice if you listen to Alloy..heh.
[Maurice shakes his head taking a hit of beer again.]
Corella- Then one day... poof... hit by the idiot stick..
Jive: Now that fool thinks he's the devil..
Thompson: Want another drink Leon?
[Corella nods...]
Corella- If you catch the waitress, I'll take another Rotgut Punch...
[Thompson nods towards the bartender walking around. She walks up to the table.]
Bartender: What will all of you have this round?
Cyr: I'll take a Black Hole Brew..
[She looks at him in shock.]
Bartender: Really?
[Corella arched a brow.]
Cyr: Haha..Absolutely not.
Corella- I was about to say, I only did the advertising for the company... That stuff tastes like horse piss strained through a urinal cake.
[The girls look at Corella with blank faces, including the bartender.]
Thompson: ...Right...
Jive: How about a round of Guinness..and what do you want Leon?
Corella- I haven't had a Guinness in forever, I think I'll have that instead...
Bartender: Nine Guinness? They'll be here in a few minutes.
[She walks off.]
Thompson: So, Leon when you going to give me a title shot after that beating I gave you?
[Thompson begins laughing in a joking manner. Corella shrugs.]
Corella- Whenever the boys upstairs stop hating you for no damn reason and let it happen... I swear, a rematch with you would be money and ratings for them. Plus there is the issue of the former champ, though Big Mike practically broke him in half after the match...
Thompson: That was lovely.
Cyr: You can come up to Canada and have a match for my title Maurice...
Thompson: Heh..So you can break me in half? I'll pass..
[Smirks around the table. Corella sighs softly...]
Corella- I really don't look forward to going home after what Big Mike did....
Jive: Don't go home. I'm sure you could get bookings all around this area right now for top price.
[...He shook his head...]
Corella- Made a promise to my wife that I'd be done with my touring schedule before Christmas.
Cyr[Towards Unique Element]: Don't you guys go back down to Mexico next week?
Wilson: Yeah, we'll be there from the 17th to the 24th. Have a title defense coming up.
Corella- I've got an obligation with Spirit of Wrestling, then after that... I'm done until 2010.
Gunderson: That's right..You're going to be at the show on the 21st aren't you?
[Leon Nods]
Corella- Yes sir, Four on Four match. Me, Spade, the Tag Champs versing these chumps called "The Faction" and Foster...
Lindsay: We'll be there, we were invited by Rossini. We should travel up there together.
Corella- I've already got my flight booked, but I can't see why I can't manage to squeeze a few more people into first class...
[...Leon shoots a wry grin...]
Corella- If you're going to travel, do it in style afterall...
Wilson: We're starting to learn that.
Thompson: That's because nobody can beat you guys.
Jive: They have to worry about Anderson, Foyer, and Big Nasty though..
Wilson: Don't get me started on those two...
[The Guiness finally arrives at the table, each man slid a fresh glass with ice. Corella takes a quick swig on the drink...]
Corella- With Anderson, keep him off his feet. Focus on Submissions...
[The ladies grab their Guiness in both hands and begin sipping.]
Corella- ...With Foyer... I know the man quite well, he's focused. Too focused at times... One track mentality. Take advantage of it.
[Short Pause.]
Corella- ...As for Big Nasty... Keep moving. I've seen the man work, and he seems to have the typical big man problems of trading off strength for speed.
[...He takes a second swig, this time feeling the kick and letting out a soft hiss between his teeth...]
Corella- Oh yeah, we're taking a limo back to the hotel...
[...Leon chuckled...]
Morgan: Hotel?
[The girls look at each other, Melissa nods.]
Melissa: My parents have a house here, they live in California now. We can stay there tonight. It's pretty large, more than enough room for everyone.
[Everyone takes a sip from the beer. All seem to be in decent shape after the alcohol consumed.]
Corella- Well, I can shuttle you all there, but I would have to respectfully decline. I don't need to give my wife ammunition to fire at me when I get home...
[Leon chuckled again...]
Simone: You should go Leon, we can throw you a party for winning the Grand Championship.
[Simone smiles at him.]
Corella- Thanks, really. I do appreciate it, but with the amount of alcohol that is about to enter my system in large quantities, I couldn't trust myself.
Thompson: You are old, my girlfriend is in a sorority. She drinks without me all the time, you'll be alright man. This is the best night of your career, enjoy it. I'm sure your wife will understand.
[Corella smirked...]
Corella- Let me tell you something...
[Leon points his finger at Thompson.]
Corella- Age is but a number, but I most certainly am not an old man... You want old, go talk to my grandfather. 84 Last August... that's old...
Gunderson: Then enjoy the night.
Morgan: Yea, Mr. Corella you should.
[He sighed softly and shook his head...]
Corella- Alright, but if anything happens, My blood is on your hands... and possibly the walls and the cieling too...
[...He chuckles...]
Melissa: Glad to hear it. It's only 11:30. I can make some phone calls and have the house crowded by midnight.
Thompson: Sounds like a plan.
Cyr: When shall we leave?
[Leon produced a Verizon Droid, flipping the screen up and selecting his preferred Minnesota based Limo service...]
Corella- When would you like to go?
Melissa: ASAP.
[..He hit a button and brought the phone to his ear...]
Corella- Jacuzzi or no Jacuzzi?
Jive: Do what?
Corella- Do you want a limo with a Jacuzzi or without?
Melissa(giggles): It's only ten minutes away.
[He shrugged.]
Corella- Just thought I'd throw the option out there...
[He finally got an answer and smiled...]
Corella- Yes Ramon... Good to hear from you too old buddy. Listen, we need a good stretch down at Club Strike, could you get it here in the next 10... 15 minutes?
[After a couple of nods, Leon slaps the screen down and puts the phone away...]
Corella- He'll be here shortly...
Thompson: We should probably start walking out there now. There's got to be 700 people here tonight.
Corella- Oh I have a fast route out of here, if they haven't renovated too heavily...
[He catches the bartender as she passes by, and slips a hundred into her palm...]
Leon- Listen, we need to use the service exit. It's still around the back, right?
[...The woman smiles..]
Bartender- Yes it is sir, nobody's used it in forever though... I'll buzz you out.
[Leon smiles to the others...]
Leon- At least the important things stay the same...
Jive: Good point money bags...
Corella- Hey, everybody has to eat and make a living in this world. It isn't a crime to be a big tipper.
[...Leon rises from the table...]
Corella- Now, knowing Ramon, he's probably sent Chelsea, who is his fastest driver, and she will probably be here five minutes earlier than expected. So if you'll follow me, we'll make way for the big party at the house on the hill...
[...Leon then lead the way towards the backroom exit.]
[The girls get off the laps of Unique Element for the first time in the past twenty minutes as the rest followed. The girls now have the phones out texting people about the party. Thompson whispers to Cyr.]
Thompson: Were you serious about that match?
Cyr: Didn't you beat me for your first career win?
[Cyr shakes his head in the negative as the scene fades.]
#December 15, 2009 11:02 PM CDT#
[We open inside of Club Strike in downtown St Paul, Minnesota. Teenagers and young adults of all ages are dancing on the moderately sized dance floor. Others are gathered around the bar to order their favorite drinks. The camera catches BA Jive at the bar, wearing his nicest silk shirt and leather pants.]
[The camera moves to one of the tables in the corner of the club, all three members of the dual trios champions Unqiue Element sit on one side, while Maurice Thompson and the CWFF Galaxy Champion Dennis Cyr sit on the other. Dennis is wearing a red collar shirt with jeans, Maurice is wearing a nice white collar shirt. All three members of Unique Element wear black collar shirts and jeans. None of them seem to be in the best of moods as we zoom in.]
Thompson: So why don't you guys carry your belts around?
Cyr: For one their heavy, and it's a sign of modesty to not carry it every where you are.
Wilson: It also keeps them from getting stolen..
[Danny and Gabe grin, still in disbelief that one set of their trios championships have been stolen again.]
Lindsay: Trust me, we'll be keeping close eye on the FMLA belts from now on.
Thompson: I'm glad we got this table reserved...
Gunderson: Everyone knows who you are Maurice, besides I'm sure half the people in here were at the show tonight.
[Cyr grits his teeth.]
Cyr: Lets not talk about that...
Thomspon: Why? You were dominant out there, I was the only one that got pinned.
Cyr: Maurice, you're still a rookie. Those things will happen, you'll learn from those situations. It's not easy to go out there and win every night.
Lindsay: Unless you face The New Main Street Killaz every night.
[The table laughs at that as Lindsay takes a sip from his drink.]
Lindsay: That's just how it goes sometimes, trust me you'll be a champion sooner rather than later.
[Outside a few feet away from the door, we find none other than DCWL's new Grand Champion, Leon Corella. Decked out in a tailored black suit, dark brown shirt, matching Italian loafers, and that ever present Platinum Rolex, he most certainly looked out of place in a line filled primarily with younger people. He arched his stitched up brow, looking at them.]
Corella- ...Seems like a different crowd comes to the old club these days...
[Behind him, a lovely 18-ish blond bombshell in a leather mini-skirt and a barely opaque top stands. She notices the expensive wrist bling and her ruby red lips spread with a sexy smile. She taps his shoulder.]
Girl- Hey there sexy...
[...That brow arches yet again, and he casts a sideways glance to the woman...]
Corella- Hey... Can I help you?
[...She puffs her chest out a bit, exposing a generous helping of cleavage to the DCWL Champion...]
Girl- ...No, but I can help you...
[...Leon holds his hand up and points to that platinum wedding band. She frowns and then grins once more..]
Girl- Bring the wife along, I don't care...
[...He blinks, tilting his head ever so slightly...]
Corella- Sweetheart... my wife would kill you...
[...The girl giggles brightly and Corella is relieved when the line finally moves forward, and he is face to face with a rather large and burly doorman...]
[We quickly cut inside and BA Jive is now at the table, twelve or so shots of different color and texture are spread around the table.]
Jive: Drink up fellows...
[Just as he finishes speaking three young brunettes walk over wearing, well the usual club attire. One wears a very short grey sweater dress with black horizontal lines, the other a short jean skirt with a white thermal top, and the other wears tight jeans and a white shirt.]
Girl 1: Aren't you Maurice Thompson?
[The guys at the table start laughing.]
[Back outside, Leon arches his brow a bit smirking to the bouncer.]
Bouncer: Can I see your ID bro?
Corella- You're joking right? You don't get a face like mine without some years attatched to it...
Bouncer: Just doing my job man...
[...He shrugged his shoulders and reached into his coat. Leon knew he had to put some cash in the man's hand for a cover anyways. He produces his ID and holds it up for the man...]
[The bouncer grabs his wrist bands out from his pocket as he leans in to read the ID.]
Corella- The cover still 15.75?
Bouncer: Leo...Leon...Cor...Leon Corella! I was there tonight man! Damn dude...is that really you? Where's the belt?
Girl- Ooooo rich and famous... Two things I love in a man...
[...The girl waggled her brows...]
[The bouncer looks over Corella's shoulder.]
Bouncer: Calm down Marissa, don't make me talk to your sister.
[The girl pouts at him...]
Bouncer: Sorry, Mr. Corella...You don't have to pay man you're a VIP. Unique Element, Dennis Cyr, BA Jive, and Maurice Thompson came in about thirty minutes ago too.
Corella- Really? Well if it's all the same to you...
[The Bouncer steps inside a moment and whispers something to the girl behind the register before reappearing. Leon reached into his wallet and put a crisp one hundred dollar bill into the bouncer's hand...]
Corella- Even bouncer's have to eat...
[...He then smiled and stepped past the man. W cut back to the table of wrestlers. Each of the three girls have now found seats on each member of Unique Element's laps. The shots have all disappeared, Thompson has a smirk on his face.]
Thompson: So Morgan is sitting on Gabe, Simone is on Aaron, and Melissa is on Danny. Correct?
Girls: Yep!
Simone: So how was it like being on Natasha's show?
[Maurice takes a sip of his Tsing Tao import from China.]
Thompson: It was fun, she's pretty cool.
Cyr: Maurice is lucky enough to be the world's most famous 18 year old.
Melissa: He's cute too...
[The three girls giggle. BA Jive shakes his head and takes a sip from his mixed drink.]
Wilson: He's alright..
Thompson: Cuter than you..heh.
Morgan: Boys..Boys..You're all pretty cute.
[We cut back to the new DCWL Grand Champion. As Corella steps through the curtains and onto the main floor, he finds himself assaulted by a mix of techno rave and rap music. He shoots a flat stare at the mass of gyrating bodies bumping and grinding in sweaty fashion to the mad, bass heavy thuds of the house speaker system.]
Corella- ...I knew there was a reason I started hating nightclubs... they keep changing...
[...with a disheartened sigh, Leon made his way around the huge crowd, and headed straight for the VIP lounge. At least a few familiar faces would make the experience a bit more livable...]
[The music dies down in the club as the DJ comes over the house speaker.]
DJ: The best DJ in Minnesota here...Check that..The best DJ in the United States..DJ Shaka' here! Just wanted to let ya'll know that a very famous VIP just entered the building. The cat in the slick suit..and some of you might notice from the DCWL show tonight as the man who walked out with the DCWL Grand Championship...I want everyone to take a shot for....Leonnn Corellla!
DJ: And to give ya'll something sweet to dance to in celebration of Leon..his theme music was recently re-mixed by Mr. Swagga Jermaine Leon...Now get back to that booty shakin that I love!
[...as he thought to himself "Wonderful..." He smiles to the crowd and straightens a bit...The music starts blasting through the club as people start dancing around Leon. One guy around the age of 20 does Leon's open hands pose in front of him out of respect before clapping.]
[...He nods his head a bit, and gives the man a thumbs up...]
Corella- Not bad kid, not bad at all...
[...of course several young ladies move in close, including one freshly entranced Marissa. Of course he keeps repeating one mantra...]
Corella- ...Come on... Ladies... I'm flattered really... but I'm married... I just came in for a couple drinks...
[...He was trying his best to ease from their bump and grind embrace, without using any unnecessary force...We cut to the VIP room, the nine..Well the six in seats and the three using Unique Element for seats are still in the same place. A bartender had just brought them nine more beers and a dozen more shots.]
Gunderson: Did you hear that?
Thompson: And that music...
[Thompson motions towards the bartender who had just delivered their drinks. She bends over.]
Thompson: What's going on?
Bartender: Leon Corella just walked in
[The table looks surprised.]
Wilson: Corella?
Jive: That foo' don't belong in a place like this.
Cyr: Look whose talking? Look how you're dressed.
[Those at the table laugh.]
Jive: Shuttup man...
Simone: I think he looks cute..So Jive..Is it true what they say about black guys and their...
Morgan: I've told you a hundred times that it's true!
[Melissa giggles at her two friends. We cut back to Leon who finally managed to break free of the crowd, barely managing to keep his sanity, his watch, and his wallet in the process. He smiled to them, gave a wave of his hand, and stepped through the doorway into the VIP lounge...]
[..He adjusts his collar a bit, and lets out a sigh of relief...]
Corella- When did Club Strike become a Rave club?
[...Shaking his head, Corella heads straight to the bar and motions for the bartender...]
Corella- I'll have a Rotgut Punch with lemon...
[The lady nods her head...]
Bartender- You got it sugar...
[...She proceeds to mix the punch and Vodka, throwing it all into a shaker with ice. Beside Leon sits a young looking girl with dyed red hair, she turns towards Leon with a nervous look on her face. She gathers up some courage before tapping him on the shoulder.]
Girl: Mr. Corella?
[...His drink now in hand, he looks to the young woman...]
Corella- Can I help you, miss....?
Girl: I know you probably get this a lot, but I'm training at the Viking Gym here in St. Paul...I just wanted to know if I could get some advice...I'm looking for more specialized training as they aren't too high on training girls...I mean...I don't want your sympathy...But, I'd be willing to pay you...
[She is able to edge up a slight smile.]
[Corella pursed his lips and thought about it for a moment...]
Corella- The Viking Gym has always been more of a pro-guys kind of place... a little "too" pro if you ask my opinion...
[...He smirks...]
Girl: Yeah...but it's the only credible gym around St. Paul. I don't have enough money to travel anywhere else right now...I shouldn't even be here drinking.
[He arched his brow a bit...]
Corella- How old would you say you are?
Girl: Well..how old am I..or how old my ID says I am?
[Corella sighes softly and shakes his head...]
Corella- I figured as much. Let me give you a card to a little gym out here that may not be as credible, but the trainer there is most certainly certified and a very capable man...
[...He digs into his inner coat pocket, feeling around until he found a small set of cards. Feeling the logo work, he pulls the appropriate card out and hands it to her.]
Corella- Furgeson Star Gym.
Girl: My name is Georgina, Mr. Corella. I really appreciate it.
Corella- Not a problem, just drink responsibly and call that number after the hangover subsides. You will not regret it. The Gym has a zero discrimination policy against gender, race, creed, and everything else you can possibly think of.
Georgina: Thank you. I really don't know how to thank you...
[...Corella took a hit from his drink and smirked a bit...]
Corella- You could thank me by staying out of trouble.
[The camera cuts across the room back to the table where the other wrestlers are seated.]
Cyr: There's Corella over there at the bar.
Morgan: Why is he in a suit?
Jive: Told you guys..
Lindsay: That's just Leon I guess.
Jive: So Maurice you remember the time you dominated Corella the whole match and then lost?
[Jive starts laughing, Thompson just shakes his head and takes an elongated sip from his beer.]
Thompson: Take it easy on me tonight..
Jive: You'll be alright kid.
Wilson: What's Corella doing at a club? That's something I thought I'd never see.
Cyr: It would be weirder if it were the Annoyed Samoans..
[Everyone at the table laughs, we cut back across the room to Leon. He casts his gaze over the room, trying to spot some familiar faces. Damn how he missed the old red carpet and much more polished interior the VIP room once had... ]
Georgina: I'll let you get back to your night Mr. Corella...Oh...Keep your hips lowered on your German Suplexes.
[Georgina casts him a smirk. Corella arched his brow in her direction...]
Corella- I'll keep that in mind...
Georgina: I'll let them know you gave me their contact information.
[Corella looked back to Georgina...]
Corella- Oh, no sweat. Tell them I sent you, and they'll give you a couple free sessions. I own a percentage of the company.
[Georgina gets off her bar stool and adjusts her dress.]
Bartender: Take it easy Georgina, call me tomorrow.
Georgina: Alright Barbara.
[Georgina waves as she walks away.]
Corella- Nice meeting you, Ms. Georgina...
[...Corella held up his glass to her, and took a swig. It was then that he spotted the table where his fellow DCWL wrestlers now reside. At the table Danny and Melissa have started to get rather, "friendly" as they look for something inside of each others mouths. Everyone else just shakes their heads, and Maurice catches a glimpse of Corella out of the corner of his eye.]
[...Corella raises his glass to the man, takes another hit, and makes his way over to the table, careful to step around anyone in his path...]
Thompson(towards those at the table): Looks like we're about to be joined by the Grand Champion..
[Melissa pulls her face away from Danny's as she hears they're about to have company. Arriving at the table, Leon smirks...]
Corella- You say that like it's a bad thing...
[...Finding an empty spot at the table, he grabs a chair from nearby and sits down...]
Simone: You look familiar...
Lindsay: He's Leon Corella, he won the Grand Championship about four hours ago heh.
Simone: Ohhh! How's that cut doing?
[...He shrugged his shoulders, taking another hit. The drink was past the halfway mark, and he was starting to feel a slight buzz...]
Corella- I've had worse bleeds. Back in '03, I actually was involved in a match where I needed a transfusion when it was all said and done...
[...He looked around at the men at the table...]
Corella- I know your names...
[...Leon then motioned to the ladies...]
Corella- What are your names, ladies?
[They all smile.]
Morgan: Morgan...
Melissa: I'm Melissa..
Simone: I'm the best Simone you'll ever meet.
[Corella chuckled a bit...]
Corella- Well ladies, I hope you give each of those gentlemen a night to remember. It's been a rough one for them and they certainly could use a spirit lifter at this point.
[They giggle again.]
Cyr: So what brings you out tonight?
Corella- Well, the last time I was here at Club Strike, in St. Paul, it was 2006 place. I told myself that if I was out here again, I'd visit the old club. They have really changed up the place.
Thompson: You picked an interesting night to visit. I never would have guessed Minnesota would love wrestling as much as they do.
Wilson: After sitting through over three hours of wrestling, you know they have to love it.
[...Corella chuckled a bit...]
Corella- Minnesota has always been a great place to do ANYTHING just about... The crowds here will cheer longer than just about any place in the U.S. and when most fans would be dying on the vine, they will STILL be going absolutely wild.
[...He leans forward a bit across the table...]
Corella- Don't believe me? Host a concert out here and watch what happens....
[Simone giggles.]
Simone: We all go to the University Of Minnesota. We've always loved wrestling, we're new to the DCWL though.
Corella- Nothing wrong with a few more fans to the cause. I'm glad we're starting to branch out more stateside.
[...He takes one final hit, downing the last of his drink along with a cube of ice, which he crunches noisely...]
Cyr: No thanks to Maurice if you listen to Alloy..heh.
[Maurice shakes his head taking a hit of beer again.]
Corella- Then one day... poof... hit by the idiot stick..
Jive: Now that fool thinks he's the devil..
Thompson: Want another drink Leon?
[Corella nods...]
Corella- If you catch the waitress, I'll take another Rotgut Punch...
[Thompson nods towards the bartender walking around. She walks up to the table.]
Bartender: What will all of you have this round?
Cyr: I'll take a Black Hole Brew..
[She looks at him in shock.]
Bartender: Really?
[Corella arched a brow.]
Cyr: Haha..Absolutely not.
Corella- I was about to say, I only did the advertising for the company... That stuff tastes like horse piss strained through a urinal cake.
[The girls look at Corella with blank faces, including the bartender.]
Thompson: ...Right...
Jive: How about a round of Guinness..and what do you want Leon?
Corella- I haven't had a Guinness in forever, I think I'll have that instead...
Bartender: Nine Guinness? They'll be here in a few minutes.
[She walks off.]
Thompson: So, Leon when you going to give me a title shot after that beating I gave you?
[Thompson begins laughing in a joking manner. Corella shrugs.]
Corella- Whenever the boys upstairs stop hating you for no damn reason and let it happen... I swear, a rematch with you would be money and ratings for them. Plus there is the issue of the former champ, though Big Mike practically broke him in half after the match...
Thompson: That was lovely.
Cyr: You can come up to Canada and have a match for my title Maurice...
Thompson: Heh..So you can break me in half? I'll pass..
[Smirks around the table. Corella sighs softly...]
Corella- I really don't look forward to going home after what Big Mike did....
Jive: Don't go home. I'm sure you could get bookings all around this area right now for top price.
[...He shook his head...]
Corella- Made a promise to my wife that I'd be done with my touring schedule before Christmas.
Cyr[Towards Unique Element]: Don't you guys go back down to Mexico next week?
Wilson: Yeah, we'll be there from the 17th to the 24th. Have a title defense coming up.
Corella- I've got an obligation with Spirit of Wrestling, then after that... I'm done until 2010.
Gunderson: That's right..You're going to be at the show on the 21st aren't you?
[Leon Nods]
Corella- Yes sir, Four on Four match. Me, Spade, the Tag Champs versing these chumps called "The Faction" and Foster...
Lindsay: We'll be there, we were invited by Rossini. We should travel up there together.
Corella- I've already got my flight booked, but I can't see why I can't manage to squeeze a few more people into first class...
[...Leon shoots a wry grin...]
Corella- If you're going to travel, do it in style afterall...
Wilson: We're starting to learn that.
Thompson: That's because nobody can beat you guys.
Jive: They have to worry about Anderson, Foyer, and Big Nasty though..
Wilson: Don't get me started on those two...
[The Guiness finally arrives at the table, each man slid a fresh glass with ice. Corella takes a quick swig on the drink...]
Corella- With Anderson, keep him off his feet. Focus on Submissions...
[The ladies grab their Guiness in both hands and begin sipping.]
Corella- ...With Foyer... I know the man quite well, he's focused. Too focused at times... One track mentality. Take advantage of it.
[Short Pause.]
Corella- ...As for Big Nasty... Keep moving. I've seen the man work, and he seems to have the typical big man problems of trading off strength for speed.
[...He takes a second swig, this time feeling the kick and letting out a soft hiss between his teeth...]
Corella- Oh yeah, we're taking a limo back to the hotel...
[...Leon chuckled...]
Morgan: Hotel?
[The girls look at each other, Melissa nods.]
Melissa: My parents have a house here, they live in California now. We can stay there tonight. It's pretty large, more than enough room for everyone.
[Everyone takes a sip from the beer. All seem to be in decent shape after the alcohol consumed.]
Corella- Well, I can shuttle you all there, but I would have to respectfully decline. I don't need to give my wife ammunition to fire at me when I get home...
[Leon chuckled again...]
Simone: You should go Leon, we can throw you a party for winning the Grand Championship.
[Simone smiles at him.]
Corella- Thanks, really. I do appreciate it, but with the amount of alcohol that is about to enter my system in large quantities, I couldn't trust myself.
Thompson: You are old, my girlfriend is in a sorority. She drinks without me all the time, you'll be alright man. This is the best night of your career, enjoy it. I'm sure your wife will understand.
[Corella smirked...]
Corella- Let me tell you something...
[Leon points his finger at Thompson.]
Corella- Age is but a number, but I most certainly am not an old man... You want old, go talk to my grandfather. 84 Last August... that's old...
Gunderson: Then enjoy the night.
Morgan: Yea, Mr. Corella you should.
[He sighed softly and shook his head...]
Corella- Alright, but if anything happens, My blood is on your hands... and possibly the walls and the cieling too...
[...He chuckles...]
Melissa: Glad to hear it. It's only 11:30. I can make some phone calls and have the house crowded by midnight.
Thompson: Sounds like a plan.
Cyr: When shall we leave?
[Leon produced a Verizon Droid, flipping the screen up and selecting his preferred Minnesota based Limo service...]
Corella- When would you like to go?
Melissa: ASAP.
[..He hit a button and brought the phone to his ear...]
Corella- Jacuzzi or no Jacuzzi?
Jive: Do what?
Corella- Do you want a limo with a Jacuzzi or without?
Melissa(giggles): It's only ten minutes away.
[He shrugged.]
Corella- Just thought I'd throw the option out there...
[He finally got an answer and smiled...]
Corella- Yes Ramon... Good to hear from you too old buddy. Listen, we need a good stretch down at Club Strike, could you get it here in the next 10... 15 minutes?
[After a couple of nods, Leon slaps the screen down and puts the phone away...]
Corella- He'll be here shortly...
Thompson: We should probably start walking out there now. There's got to be 700 people here tonight.
Corella- Oh I have a fast route out of here, if they haven't renovated too heavily...
[He catches the bartender as she passes by, and slips a hundred into her palm...]
Leon- Listen, we need to use the service exit. It's still around the back, right?
[...The woman smiles..]
Bartender- Yes it is sir, nobody's used it in forever though... I'll buzz you out.
[Leon smiles to the others...]
Leon- At least the important things stay the same...
Jive: Good point money bags...
Corella- Hey, everybody has to eat and make a living in this world. It isn't a crime to be a big tipper.
[...Leon rises from the table...]
Corella- Now, knowing Ramon, he's probably sent Chelsea, who is his fastest driver, and she will probably be here five minutes earlier than expected. So if you'll follow me, we'll make way for the big party at the house on the hill...
[...Leon then lead the way towards the backroom exit.]
[The girls get off the laps of Unique Element for the first time in the past twenty minutes as the rest followed. The girls now have the phones out texting people about the party. Thompson whispers to Cyr.]
Thompson: Were you serious about that match?
Cyr: Didn't you beat me for your first career win?
[Cyr shakes his head in the negative as the scene fades.]