Notorious Wrestling

[Soutter]

[The scene opens up to show the 400 plus pound Big Bad Bustling Bandit, Mad Dog Soutter standing in front of The Rock Nightclub in Tucson like some sort of bouncer. A Hawaiian shirt wearing, best wrestler on the planet, totally awesome bouncer.]

Soutter : G'Day Notorious wrestling ... Arizona. Paul Soutter here, wrestler extraordinaire, at your service.

[Suit does a double gun pose. He is fat, but also thick and solid, soild as a rock, or "Hard as a Rock" if you want to go with the theme of the show.]

Soutter : Let me tell you something Arizona, apart from the odd token match here and there for SWAT, i have been on the sidelines for far to long. I have been itching to get back in the ring, and i have chosen right here, Notorious Wrestling, to make my heralded return to the squared circle.

I have seen it all, and done it all in this great business of ours, and i am here to do it all over again.

We kick it off in this dive behind me, i have been booted out of plenty classier night spots then this one, but i can slum it.

[Flashback effect above Suits head of him standing in a HPWA ring, his version of slumming it, a grossed out shudder from the big man, the ring disappears and Suit pictures himself with a bevy of ugly overweight female fans mauling him, also slumming, but this slumming brings a big smile to the Mad Dogs face.]

The entire wrestling world knows exactly what i am capable of, i can go hold for hold, power for power, or brawl with anyone in this sport. I am strong as an ox, and have the ring savvy and business smarts never before seen in this industry. Truth be told, i could of been or done just about anything i wanted in this world, and i choose THIS! To be a professional wrestler, it is in my blood and i revel in every single aspect of this great sport.

Tuesday night, i meet up with The Fabulous Shmoe Brothers, two turkeys i have never heard of in my life, but two men who will forever be known once i am done with them. I am going to take the pair of them on a tour of this here nightclub, the lights will be spinning on the dancefloor, and the lights will be out for the pair of them.

I am the number ONE man in this industry!

The Big Bad Bustling Bandit!

The Centre of Attention!

The Suit ... Mad Dog Paul Soutter!

I got the skill to thrill!

The name to entertain!

I'm Loud and Proud!

I am back in the ring, and i like it like that!

[Soutter]

The scene opens up to inside the Rock Nightclub, the place is a disaster zone, broken tables and empty bottles litter the entire place, inside the wreckage we see lying down on the carpet, half comatose, The Big Bad Bustling Bandit, Mad Dog Paul Soutter. He is out of it, to his left we see the owner of the club, sitting on the one remaining chair, his head in his hands, clearly distraught with the wreckage that his become his establishment. A graphic comes up on the bottom of the screen in witting saying 24 hours after Hard as a Rock, and then we see the Suit struggle to consciousness. He staggers to his feet, rubs his eyes, looks around at the bomb site he is standing in, raises an eyebrow at the pathetic excuse of an owner in his misery, spots a 3/4 empty bottle of beer left on a stool, walks over, grabs it and necks the rest down. Placing the now empty bottle down beside the owner.]

Soutter : That will do the trick.

[Suit wipes his lips grotesquely with his forearm.]

Owner : Look at this place! (despairingly) I'm ruined!

Soutter : (completely ignoring the distraught owner) Now thats what i call a party!

[A couple of scantily clad women are seen coming into the room from the bathroom, fluffing their hair. Suit reaches inside his Hawaiian shirt to some sort of secret magic pocket and pulls out a wad of cash. He pulls a couple of hundreds from the fold and gives one each to the three hotties, tapping them on the ass as they wink at him and scurry out of the club. Suit then looks around the surroundings, for the first time realising the damage he has caused and then realising why the owner is in such a state. He pulls a few more notes out of the wad and stuffs them in the owners top coat pocket, then looks around at the damage again, he shrugs and puts the entire wad in the hand of the owner who just stares at him in disbelief. Suit walks away from the owner, thinking nothing more of it. He see's a flyer on the floor at the exit advertising next weeks show, bends down and picks it up, reading it thru squinted, bloodshot eyes.]

Soutter : Tucson Raceway Park (Suits says out loud.) Marduk the Magnificent.

[Suit stands in contemplation, or is he still not fully with it from the heavy night?]

Soutter : I like it.

[Soutter pulls his cell phone from that secret pocket inside his Hawaiian shirt, (how much stuff can he fit in there?)]

Soutter : Slater. Get the Bandit Mobile to the shop, stat! We are going to the Raceway!!!

[Soutter]

[Scene switches to the raceway gorilla position, we see the Bandit Mobil, Mad Dog Soutter standing in the back with two beautiful big chested women on either side of him.]



[He has a megaphone in his hand (and most likely another in his pants by the looks of these two glamours. The Bandit Mobile roars, the driver thrashing it for all it has, Suit with the megaphone turned on, blaring the engine out to all the Arizona rev heads. The car then pulls out quite quickly, Suit and the girls hanging on for all they have as it skids and slides along the dirt track, before slowing down to a crawl, the fans going wild for the beautiful piece of machinery, and maybe a bit for Soutter and the girls as well.]

Soutter : What it be Tucson!?

The Suit here, Mad Dog Paul Soutter. You maniacs come to these raceways and watch cars driving round and round in circles, (sarcastically) Wow! How exciting!

[Crowd boo's, who does this guy think he is?]

All in the hopes one might crash and someone could get hurt.

Well, i got good news for you. you are going to see a car crash tonight. A train wreck if you will.

You see, when i get in that ring out there, and get my hands on my opponent, Marduk The "so called" Magnificent. I am going to bounce him around the ring in so many ways, that after the match, he will resemble a vehicle accident victim. Victim begin the key word. I am going to put on a display for you worms the likes you are frankly, unqualified and undeserving to see. Yet i will, being the gracious giving man i am, it is something i cant help.

Truth be known, it wont be for you all. It is irrelevant whether you are here on not in reality. For make no mistake, whether there were 20,000 screaming wrestling nuts, or 200 drunken bums in the local bar, once i get in that ring, i just SNAP!

[Crowd jeering this loud mouth braggart now.]

Yes, you can boo. You can jeer me. It doesn't surprise me one bit. Look at you, no teeth, no jobs. No life. Your living with a women you cant stand the site of, but just accept it, as you know you cant do any better, apart from maybe her uglier sister at them special Jerry Springer times. And then you got your "Motor Way" racing. Ugh.

Now look at me. 400 plus pounds of killing machine.

[Suit flexes, he sucks in his gut, and now is only half fat, half muscle. He is one powerful unit, thick as brick. The girls play with his shoulders and biceps.]

See, i could easily have ended up like the rest of you losers, sitting in a bar, asking myself how i ended up as the fat guy. But no, i take my life in my own hands! I dont wait for things to happen, i make things happen. I have become the most successful man in this industry! And now i have all the riches in the world, and the benefits that go with that.

[Suit slaps one of the girls on the ass. It is a disgusting site.]

I am the number ONE man in this industry!

The Big Bad Bustling Bandit!

The Centre of Attention!

The Suit ... Mad Dog Paul Soutter!

I got the skill to thrill!

The name to entertain!

I'm Loud and Proud!

I am stepping in the ring with Marduk the Magnificent, and i am going to break every single bone in his body, cave his skull. And i like it like that!