Post by Ryan Hughes on Feb 15, 2009 20:00:01 GMT -5
The production truck is parked right at the side of the parking lot. It is black all over except for the words "GODS AND HERETICS WRESTLING" followed underneath by "AN EXPERIENCE WORTH LIVING". A hooded figure is seen walking towards the truck with a bat in his hand. He looks around with shifty eyes before pulling down his hood. The man is Ryan Hughes, but the fans already knew that seeing as he is carrying his bat. Ryan climbs up the steps and knocks on the door politely. The door slowly opens before a scruffy man, surely no older than 20, pokes his head through the gap. He looks suprised to see Ryan Hughes smiling at him.
-[CREW MEMBER]-
What are you here for? Arent you supposed to be in there, getting ready for your match with that Luciano guy?
-[RYAN]-
Why yes, yes I am meant to be in there. But Im not, am I.
-[CREW MEMBER]-
Sorry man..... I cant let you in. Only executive staff or technicians are allowed in this area.
-[RYAN]-
Really? My friend... errr..... Benjamin Franklin told me I was allowed in.
Ryan takes a $100 bill out of his pocket and reluctantly gives it to the young man.
-[CREW MEMBER]-
OK. Come right in, Mr Hughes-errr- Mr Batman- err
-[RYAN]-
Just call me Ryan, kid.
Ryan is led in t the truck by the young man, and Ryan looks in admiration of his surroundings, and the look turns to a look of jubilation like a kid on Christmas morning.
-[RYAN]-
WHOA! This is the place where it all happens isnt it! Theres the mixing desks, and the dead important guy who sits there saying switch to camera 3! WOW..... Im in heaven. Wait- this is the place im looking for.
Ryan halts at the guy sat talking about switching to different cameras and leans over the desk, twiddling with different buttons. His hand is slapped away by an older production guy. Ryan, without thinking, takes his bat and does the Strikeout on this man.
-[RYAN]-
Ah crap. I shouldnt have done that, now whos going to control the cameras for me? Oh man.... AHA! You, kid, come here! You are doing this for me! Sit down there.
-[CREW MEMBER]-
But-But I havent used these live yet....ever.
-[RYAN]-
Do I look as though I give a fuck? You are now a key member in this plan. Give me one of them walkie talkies. Right. Good. Now you keep this other one, and do exactly as I say.
Ryan unzips and removes his hoodie, revealing a black tracksuit, like people wear if they are going to pull a bank heist. He looks at Camera 8, and sees Hawkeye heading in to the VIP bathroom.
-[RYAN]-
Right on time.
Ryan leaves the truck and quickly goes back in to the building.
STAY TUNED FOR PART 2- IN ARENA FACILITIES.
-[CREW MEMBER]-
What are you here for? Arent you supposed to be in there, getting ready for your match with that Luciano guy?
-[RYAN]-
Why yes, yes I am meant to be in there. But Im not, am I.
-[CREW MEMBER]-
Sorry man..... I cant let you in. Only executive staff or technicians are allowed in this area.
-[RYAN]-
Really? My friend... errr..... Benjamin Franklin told me I was allowed in.
Ryan takes a $100 bill out of his pocket and reluctantly gives it to the young man.
-[CREW MEMBER]-
OK. Come right in, Mr Hughes-errr- Mr Batman- err
-[RYAN]-
Just call me Ryan, kid.
Ryan is led in t the truck by the young man, and Ryan looks in admiration of his surroundings, and the look turns to a look of jubilation like a kid on Christmas morning.
-[RYAN]-
WHOA! This is the place where it all happens isnt it! Theres the mixing desks, and the dead important guy who sits there saying switch to camera 3! WOW..... Im in heaven. Wait- this is the place im looking for.
Ryan halts at the guy sat talking about switching to different cameras and leans over the desk, twiddling with different buttons. His hand is slapped away by an older production guy. Ryan, without thinking, takes his bat and does the Strikeout on this man.
-[RYAN]-
Ah crap. I shouldnt have done that, now whos going to control the cameras for me? Oh man.... AHA! You, kid, come here! You are doing this for me! Sit down there.
-[CREW MEMBER]-
But-But I havent used these live yet....ever.
-[RYAN]-
Do I look as though I give a fuck? You are now a key member in this plan. Give me one of them walkie talkies. Right. Good. Now you keep this other one, and do exactly as I say.
Ryan unzips and removes his hoodie, revealing a black tracksuit, like people wear if they are going to pull a bank heist. He looks at Camera 8, and sees Hawkeye heading in to the VIP bathroom.
-[RYAN]-
Right on time.
Ryan leaves the truck and quickly goes back in to the building.
STAY TUNED FOR PART 2- IN ARENA FACILITIES.
