[JoeBoXeR]

Genesis X Headliner -- A Clash of Heroes

'The Chosen One' Sirus Moran vs. 'The Southern Hero' Jethro Hayes

(Normal RP Rules Apply)

[moran]

(OOC – I just want to say right now that Cowboy Wally was a character done by Kyle Baker and can be read through a DC printing of The Cowboy Wally Show and has nothing to do with me. Read it, it’s good.)

On TV we see the late night talk show start up. A large man (but he wears his weight well) dressed up as, you guessed it, a cowboy walks our from behind the curtain. Flanked on each side are two gorgeous women wearing an outfit that makes the Playboy Bunnies look like they're wearing muumuus. They lead him to the center of the stage. After getting a kiss on each cheek by them the women turn around and walk away. Amazing how well they can move like that wearing high heels. After all of the wolf calls settle down we fix on Cowboy Wally. A big purple cowboy hat, has to be at least 15 gallons, a handkerchief wrapped around his neck, a dark green vest over a light green long sleeve shirt. A cowboy buckle is holding up his pants and yes, he's wearing cowboy boots. Wally seems to have picked a good name. A cigar in his left hand is dripping ash over the stage.

Cowboy Wally "Welcome yet again to another glorious show that will be. Is everybody in for some fun tonight?”

The crowd is mostly silent expect for a half hearted clap that could be mistaken for a clipboard falling from someone’s hands.

CW “How about all of this late night wars stuff eh?”

Stage Manager “All of that is pretty much done with now Wally.”

CW “Oh .. uh …. Can we make fun of the President yet?”

Stage Manager “I wouldn’t.”

CW “Right, right. Ahem. Well anyway, later on in the show we will have John Aston for no apparent reason. Oh wait, is he rumored to play the Riddler in the new Batman film?”

SM “Can I get a good reference from you for my resume Wally?”

CW “No. We’ll also have on Denise Richards and Neve Campbell on to see if we can get them to re-enact a scene from one of their movies. We tried to get Matt Dillon but no one could find him so I might have to stand in for him. But first up we have former PWA wrestler ----- oh no.”

Wally walks away form his mark and the camera follows him over to the teleprompter as he glares at it. He tries to scrub out the letters but we all know how well that works don’t we? Right. Wally stamps back to the stage and continues.

CW “Apparently some nincompoop booked Sirus Moran as a guest tonight. I’m sure that’ll be fun. Who did this?”

SM “I keep trying to book people, but you keep saying no and doing what ever you want to anyway.”

CW “There has to be someone I can blame.”

SM “Blame yourself you overweight, egotistical, pansy waist, goat scre---“

*** We cut to a commercial that shows a man hacking up a lung, his bags under his eyes, a nose that rivals Rudolph’s that is also streaming down something that should have had a disclaimer on it before it was aired. The man is sick. His image gets smaller and blurred while Cowboy Wally steps in holding a bottle of medicine. “If old man winter has you down and your sick sick germs make you frown then stay 50 feet away from and take new cold and flu remedy ‘Horaghhhackhack-kersput-snork-snuffertishoo’ the medicine that knows how you feel.***

We cut back to see Cowboy Wally sitting behind a desk drinking from a coffee cup looking half bored and half furious. Three empty seats are lined up to the viewers left.

CW “Well, Sirus Moran people.”

Sirus and ‘Al’ come out to the song ‘Life’s Been Good’ by Joe Walsh. HE does a little shuffle and the crowd cheers. He lifts ‘Al’ up in the air and the crowd goes wild …. Wild for a late night talk show crowd anyway. Sirus takes the seat closest to Cowboy Wally and places ‘Al’ down in the middle chair.

CW “No, no, no. You aren’t sitting next to me.”

Sirus shrugs but changes places with ‘Al’. Cowboy Wally looks at ‘Al’, back at Sirus, to ‘Al’, to where his stage manager used to be then back at ‘Al’ with squinty little eyes and a scrunched face.

CW “Naw, I liked it better the other way.”

Sirus switches back.

CW “So, I see you’re back in wrestling. Good for you?”

Sirus “Oh, I’m not back really. I’m just doing the match as sort of a nostalgia thing. Genesis is the PWAs big yearly event and the guys wanted to bring back a lot of people from the past and I was available.”

CW “Well, I guess a lot of the guys are in old folk homes or on crutches by now hunh?”

Sirus “Well, some of the guys don’t know when to quit, that’s true. Some of them just have no idea what else to do with their lives. I mean Raizzor and Chamelion are still both there.

Cowboy Wally actually looks shocked at this, which is to say it looked like a muscle on his face twitched.

CW “You don‘t say.”

Sirus “I do say. Your ex-wives were right … you don’t listen very well.”

CW “Well, I didn’t pay them to talk. So, uh … let’s see. You’re fighting someone then?”

Sirus “Yup. A guy named Jethro Hayes. Apparently he’s a bit of a fan of mine. Chamelion thought he and I would hit it off and put on a good little show for the fans. In some ways it feels like I never left you know? I still keep in touch with some of the guys. I still keep fit. It takes a lot of energy to run around after a four year old. Hi son! (Sirus waves to the camera) Don’t tell Mom you’re watching this. Yeah, wrestling is in the blood but I’ve been enjoying my retirement and spending it with the family. I am lucky that I used my money wisely and that the Morans as a whole are fairly well off. I mean sure, I still go to mall openings and sign autographs at car shows. I deliver flyers on Thursdays and sell popcorn at hockey games, but I do it to stay in contact with real people you know?”

CW “I assure you I don’t.”

Sirus “Anyway, as I was saying. It’s almost like I never left. I still get to face guys who are taller than me and face smaller guys. It’s almost as if they didn’t want me to keep coming back. ‘Here Sirus, fight this bull.’ ‘ Sirus, you’re up next against that tank.’ ‘Sirus, take down that mountain.’ I don’t think they’d really do that to me. Mind you, I did fight Evans a few times. Nah.”

Sirus straightens up in his chair a little bit and turns his attention away from Cowboy Wally, which is only fair because Cowboy Wally turned away first.

Jethro, I want to thank you this opportunity. My son is four now and hasn’t really had a chance to see what it is that I did. I still don’t know if I want him to watch the match as it happens … that still might be a few years away … but at least now with the invention of the dee-vee-dee, I can finally have some of my matches recorded and show them to him when he gets older. A little nostalgia. I’m glad it’s also against someone who truly seems to enjoy wrestling and not against someone who is just in it to inflict pain or earn a big paycheck. I know I can read about you in a magazine, do a few sit-ups and head to the ring and expect a hard fought but honest match. I know that ham hock at the side of the ring if just incase you get hungry during the match, and not to be used as a weapon. Just as you know that ‘Al’ won’t interfere in my match either. Which is good … because you won’t like him when he’s angry. He beats the stuffing out of people. OH .. he also wants to congratulate you on your first title being his Grizzly Beer title and says he is still waiting his tribute, what ever that means.”

Sirus glances over at ‘Al’ then back to the camera and shrugs.

Sirus “He says he’ll talk to you about I after the match. As I was saying, wrestling is in my blood .. I have the x-ray to prove it too. Why am I wrestling? Well, let’s just say birds gotta swim, mice gotta dance and I gotta step into the squared circle. I also want to thank you for this match as it is unofficial. I am not coming back as a wrestler, this is more of an exhibition so the fans in the stadium know what to expect before they see the other matches. Give them an ideas of what wrestling is and should be about.

I will leave you with one piece of advice. There are an infinite number of angles for which to fall but only one to stand.

Take care Jethro, my friend I’ve never met.”

Sirus smiles and turns o Cowboy Wally only to find an empty chair. Sirus shrugs one last time, picks up ‘Al’ and the two of them head into the crowd.

Fade out …

(OOC. I am only doing this once a year.)

[Bean]

There are hundreds of people milling about, but the one that the camera focuses on is none other than Jethro Hayes, former PWA World Champion and opponent of Sirus Moran at Genesis. Jethro is carrying three stuffed bears in his arms and the people around him give him a wide birth because he seems to be talking to them as he walks.

"Now 'Sara Beth' you'll be just fine up there."

He seems to listen as he walks as well. Nodding he continues.

"'Sara Beth' 'Al' will not beat the stuffing out of you unless you make him mad."

He pauses for a second, cocking his head to the side.

"Surely he doesn't beat beautiful women anyways, I just don't think 'Al' is that type of man."

He starts walking again, heading up to the desk at the terminal. Jethro turns his head to another of the bears.

"Now 'Mary Sue' don't be like that. What do you mean 'Al' is your man?"

He waits in line, a few of the crowd moving out of his way as they look worried about his talking to stuffed animals.

"I've heard that there is enough of 'Al' to go around so you'll be just fine. Now, that is enough you will not throw 'Sara Beth' or 'Thelma Lou' out of the plane on the runway I simply will not have it."

He listens.

"No I don't think 'Al' will like you more if you do, in fact that may be the one thing that causes him to beat the stuffing out of you and me."

He nods.

"Alright, do I have your word?"

He waits.

"Good then, I'll hold you to it."

He turns to another bear, this one brown and black.

"'Thelma Lou' why are you crying?"

He looks concerned at the bear, his eyes watering up as well.

"Its ok honey..."

He turns his head to the other two bears.

"No, I don't have any honey."

Back to 'Thelma Lou'.

"What is it?"

He listens.

"Why are you scared of flying? There is nothing to be scared of."

He waits.

"You've got your two friends here and the stewardesses are extremely nice on Delta."

He walks up, next in line.

"Now 'Thelma Lou' you've been looking forward to meeting 'Al' for weeks now and you are gonna stay because you are scared of flying?"

He moves up an inch, the desk clerk is looking like she wants to call security.

"'Thelma Lou' what about all of that furry love?"

'Sara Beth' somehow reaches up and slaps Jethro on the cheek and surprisingly a red mark appears.

"'Sara Beth' you are all going up to meet 'Al' and I am not so idiotic as to think nothing is going to happen. I know you got the short straw and get to meet him first, but... I will have one of that now!"

'Sara Beth' seems to cower and the people around look shaken.

"'Sara Beth' you apologize right now for calling 'Mary Sue' and 'Thelma Lou' those mean ames."

He waits and evidently he hears them apologize.

"Now see what you've done, we are holding up the line."

Jethro looks to the attendant who has her hand right over the phone, ready to call.

"Yes, these three fine ladies are heading up to Canada to meet a fellow friend and companion."

The attendant looks.

Jethro: "I need someone to help them to their seats because it is their first time flying."

Jethro waits.

Jethro: "Are you going to help me?"

Attendant: "Sir,..."

She clears her throat.

Attendant: "Sir, are you feeling well?"

Jethro ponders.

Jethro: "Fine as frog's hair and not quite as warty."

Jethro laughs to himself, but it only makes the attendant a little more nervous.

Jethro: "I've got their tickets right here."

He sits 'Sara Beth', 'Mary Sue', and 'Thelma Lou' on the counter as he digs into his wallet for the tickets. Pulling them out he hands them to the female attendant.

Jethro: "Here ya go honey."

He looks to the three lovely teddy ladies.

Jethro: "I don't have honey, didn't I tell you all once?"

He listens then nods. The attendant looks concerned.

Attendant: "Um sir, why didn't you just mail them and save yourself a lot of money?"

Jethro looks horrified at the prospect.

Jethro: "They wouldn't be able to breathe in that box and it is extremely cruel. Not to mention that 'Al' is looking forward to these lovely ladies for some alone time."

He thrusts his elbow out like "You know what I mean" as he smiles.

Attendant: "Um... if you say so sir..."

She looks down at the tickets.

Attendant: "They are in first class?"

Jethro nods.

Attendant: "Row 6 seats 22, 23, and 24."

Jethro nods.

Attendant: "We will get them... um... seated for you sir."

Jethro nods and smiles at his three friends that are going to meet 'Al'.

Jethro: "Now you three be brave and don't fight on the plane ok?"

He listens then brings out three red colored straws out of his pocket. The straws are closed on each end and he hands them to the ladies.

Jethro: "Here you go, three honey straws for you. 'Thelma Lou' I know how you like it so don't take the others' straws, there is only one for each of you."

Jethro listens again, shaking his head.

"Now I mean it, you three behave and hopefully 'Al' will allow you three to come to the match so I can catch up with ya again."

He gives them each a hug before turning and a tear in his eyes. Jethro spots us, but the attendant is looking confused behind him. Jethro waves.

"Goodbyes are never good. After all a friend never says good bye, he just says see you later."

Jethro turns.

"See you later ladies."

He turns again before he starts to get emmotinal again.

"So..."

Deep sigh.

"Didn't expect to find you here recording already. Bet Christine told you I'd be here didn't she?"

He sees us nod.

"Well, let me get this done then, all emmotinal and all. Well..."

Jethro takes a hankerchief, he wipes his eyes.

"Sirus, the time is coming down to the wire. The time that the fans find out who is better between the two of us."

He pauses, smiling into the camera.

"Not that it matters to me who gets the win, the loss, heck I wouldn't even mind if the match ended in a time limit draw. I'm just aww shucks happy to get to face you. Sirus you are a legend in this sport and a man I've wanted to face since I stepped foot into this squared circled business."

He seems to ponder something.

"Like I said the outcome doesn't matter to me as long as the fans get the show they want, the match they deserve, the opener of all openers to get them on their seats and keep them there through the entire Genesis show."

He looks to Sirus.

"I know that with your talent and my willingness to learn, we can get it done for the fans, the wrestlers in the back, and it is my hopes that those in the back will walk down that ramp and give you the ovation that you deserve. Because Sirus, for one, I will be clapping either way because you are a man after my own heart."

A pause.

"Perhaps I am a man after your heart because I came into this business after you."

Shrug.

"Doesn't matter either way we both want the same thing. Freedom, good wrestling, and cheesy popcorn."

Another pause.

"I know I want cheesy popcorn, do you even like cheesy popcorn. I would assume that since people say we are so similar that you like cheesy popcorn."

Another shrug.

"Well all I know is that it will be a clean match and while I didn't prove to Mr. Fussypants Engel that I am up to his level against Hunter... this one match... I know that with you across the ring from me, and more importantly because it is Genesis, all of those things combined will prove to him I am ready."

He looks back, but the three ladies are now entering the terminal in the arms of the pilot.

"Good treatment for your ladies 'Al'. Anyways may your training go well, and I've got a present for your son when you decide to give it to him."

He turns back to face the camera, waving to the ladies as they round the corner.

"'Al' and Sirus, see you at Genesis and lets put on a show that they talk about at next year's Genesis. See you there and hope to hear from you really soon."

Jethro waves as we... fade.

{fade}

*OOC-Good luck man.

[moran]

We open up the shot in a familiar place .. for some. Some of you have been hear before to share pain or happiness. Some where brought along as friends and some of you found this place accidently on purpose. Perhaps some of you have only heard whispers of this place but haven’t had the need to find it yet.

This is Callahan’s Saloon.

A place where people come to either bare their souls and problems to it’s patrons and get the relief they need or a place you find because you, yes you … no, the other guy … can help ease the weight on someone’s shoulders. A place where Grifter and Samantha happily run the day to day operations serving drinks, God’s Blessings and the occasional bite to eat. It’s not too fancy of a place. There are solid tables, chairs that support bodies. A bar with stools. The two things that seem to set this place apart from other places (besides it’s patrons) is a machine of wondrous if not physically impossible invention that seems to be able to make what ever you want and a large stone fireplace that is curved inwards and contains bits of glass in it’s bottom.

It is a place long since visited by Sirus and his clan. It is a place where you don’t have to watch your back. It is a place that isn’t Munden --- I mean mundane. It is just around the corner from the PWA building.

“Sorry about that.”

We hear Sirus’ voice and the camera pans over to see him and ‘Al’ sitting at a booth enjoying a beverage. Sirus has a beer and ‘Al’ is drinking a Brown Cow and enjoying a few Oreos. You want to mess with ‘Al’? Didn’t think so.

Sirus “I wish we had known that you had plans for those three friends of yours. As you might have guessed, we aren’t at home right now. Don’t worry about the girls though, when they get to Canada they should just ask for Bob. People will know. He’ll look after them. ‘Al’ said he was disappointed too because it had been a long time since he’s worn a teddy. I can’t picture him wearing lingerie though, so I’m not sure what he meant by that.”

I .. we .. that is …. Ugh … too many …. Scrub our brain ….

Sirus “Thank you for the kind words though.”

Phew.

Sirus “As I said before, it’s nice to be able to just go into the ring and worry about wrestling and not worry about Lithuanian hitmen who have a fisher price telephone fetish rummaging through your trash so they can get your copy of Rue Morgue magazine to see which pages have the most finger prints on them to decide what topic to chat you up at when they meet you at an after diner coffee party taking place when you go to see your son sing You Are My Sunshine at an opening for a new delivery of Bone comics to the local library because people just can’t get enough. Just can’t get enough.

I HATE when that happens.”

I’m just going to leave the camera here on the bar counter and have a drink. Enjoy.

Sirus “But I digress. To answer one of your questions, no.”

Sirus has a drink and leans back in his chair. This lasts for a short period of time until his attention is grabbed by ‘Al’ and he looks over at his friend.

Sirus “Oh. Right. The question was if I like cheesy popcorn. No sir, I do not. I don’t really see the point to be honest, but to each his own. I do however like popcorn flavoured cheese. I also don’t think we’ll find out which of us is a batter wrestler … the only thing we’ll find out is who is better that night at Genesis.”

Sirus gets up, takes his glass of beer and walks out of the shot.

Sirus “Ladies and gentlemen, at Genesis I … hold on.”

Sirus walks back over to the camera and changes the angle of it to see him stand about 10 feet from the fireplace.

Sirus “As I was saying .. at Genesis a face a man of noble heart and fair trade. A man who owes his path of titles accomplishments to our good buddy ‘Al’ and his Grizzly Beer title. Someone who has gracious given up the chance for the lime light at the biggest yearly event the PWA has to offer to square off against me, someone who hasn’t practiced wrestling fort a long time outside of some playful nights with Valerie. I will give it my all and knowing it will be a fair fight, I don’t have to worry about giving me his awl.”

That doesn’t comer across very well on TV, but Sirus is attempting a play on words. At least we think he is.

Sirus “I salute Jethro Hayes and wish him all that he desires after Genesis is over and I am sure that the match will start with a handshake and maybe, just maybe, end with a manly one armed hug and slap on the back.”

Sirus clears his throat, stands up straight and raises his now empty glass to the air.

Sirus “There are an infinite number of angles for which to fall but only one to stand.”

Sirus chucks the glass into the fireplace and in turn it catches all of the shards in it’s curved brilliance. He then walks over to the camera, picks it up, swings the shot over to see ‘Al’ with his face on the table surrounded by cookie crumbs.

Fade out …

(OOC I normally don’t have a plan when I do an RP. Sometimes just a location and a phrase. This time it was Callahan’s and I just had to say ‘it had been a long time since he’s worn a teddy’.

That’s it)

[Bean]

Jethro sits at a desk in a dingy looking gym, a headset on his head and as usual he is running his mouth. The camera pans to the left to reveal two indy wrestlers exchanging holds in the center of the ring with about two hundred and fifty fans in attendance. The crowd jumps to their feet as the wrestler wearing the silver and black trunks delivers a DDT to the man wearing red and yellow pants. The crowd is clapping and the silver and black trunk wrestler is gasping for breath. Slowly he begins to stand back up, using the ropes for support as we cut back to Jethro who is watching with love in his eyes, not for the wrestler but for the wrestling. Jethro is gesturing wildly as he runs his mouth..

Cut back to the ring, the silver and black trunk wrestler with a German suplex into a pin and the ref slaps the mat 1, 2, and 3.

Ding Ding Ding

Jethro stands up, microphone in hand.

Jethro: "Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the match is none other than the Real Deal... Jake Slater!

The crowd cheers wildly, they love this man. Jethro steps into the ring where Jake is gasping for breath, sweaty and smiling.

Jethro: "Jake, it is great to watch you wrestle one more time, how does it feel?"

Jake: "Well Jethro, as good as it felt when you used to wrestle here, but as good as it felt when you called and told me you were signing with the Pioneer Wrestling Association."

Jethro smiles as he places his arm around Jake's shoulders.

Jethro: "Jake, it is great to be back here, but as much as we'd all love to stay, it is time for us to leave."

Jake nods, but pulls the microphone up to his lips.

Jake: "Jethro, I know you love this sport, I know that you love these fans, I know they are tired..."

Jake smiles as the crowd roars.

Jake: "But Jethro, I'm sure they want to hear what you have to say to "The Chosen One" Sirus Moran and the Legendary 'Al'!"

Jake turns, inquiring as to if the crowd would want to hear Jethro's words. The noise, the cheers, they are releasing is answer enough as Jethro smiles and asks for the mic.

Jethro: "You want to be a part of a promo?!"

They do, they definitely do!

Jethro: "Alrighty! you shall be."

Jethro climbs a turnbuckle, looking out over the crowd, much different than a crowd he is usually before.

Jethro: "From the biggest world reknown federations to the best indy fed in Georgia..."

He looks down at himself.

Jethro: "It doesn't matter because I love each and every one of you the same. Whether I am in China, Tokyo, Dallas Texas, or right here in Fitzgerald Georgia... I love this sport and you the fans that give us something to fight for."

Jethro steps down, to the other turnbuckle diagonal from the one he was just on.

Jethro: "It doesn't matter if it is Genesis for the PWA or the Chase for the Golden Trophy here in Fitzgerald... the action is still great, the fans are even better, and the love for this sport is tremendously enlightening. Whether I am facing Hunter Sullivan..."

The crowd boos.

Jethro: "Or if I am facing "The
Chosen One" Sirus Moran... I know you fans will support wrestling because you love it."

Jethro looks down into the camera.

Jethro: "Whether you are eating popcorn flavored cheese, drinking a brown cow, or if you are sipping on a martini while tasting some shrimp scampi... you love this sport and I love you all."

Jethro steps down, going to another corner.

Jethro: "This week, a week from tomorrow, I face off against a legend and his partner Sirus Moran."

Jethro smiles.

Jethro: Sometimes I wonder who actually leads that partnership, sometimes it appears to be 'Al' and sometimes it seems to be Sirus. However, no matter who is leading I know that is two men who love this sport, a good clean match, friendships, and you the fans as much as I do. I know that no matter what a handshake, a drink, a manly hug, or whatever we can do to show our respect will happen both before and after the match because I am like Sirus."

Jethro steps down, to the other corner, the crowd hanging on every single word.

Jethro: "For a long time I wondered how I could be compared to this great wrestler and even greater man..."

Jethro looks down at himself.

Jethro: "Now I know. Except for the size difference, looks, and birthplaces... we are pretty much the same individual. Some have called me the new Sirus Moran..."

Jethro shakes his head.

Jethro: "I don't think I could ever fill those shoes. I may be the bigger man, but his shoes are way too big for this hick from Lenox to fill."

He smiles.

Jethro: "Not that you have big feet, but that your shoes are that big to fill. You've done more for the PWA and wrestling in general than I ever could."

He looks into the camera that has moved into position.

Jethro: "For that Sirus and 'Al', "The Southern Hero" thanks you. For these fans here in attendance and for those in all of the arenas, sold out or not..."

Crowd: "Thank You! Thank You! Thank You!"

Jethro: "I've looked forward to my first title win, I was happy it was the Grizzly Beer championship. I was happy when I became the World Heavyweight Champion. I was happy when I was announced the youngest Grand Slam Champion in PWA history..."

Jethro backs down of the turnbuckle, dropping to his knees.

Jethro: "But nothing could top the feeling I am in right now knowing that in a little over a week... I face perhaps the best PWA wrestler in history in "The Chosen One" and 'Al'. For that you two..."

Jethro has a teaer sliding down his cheek, he is emmotional(happy with gratitude, tears of joy). Jake pats Jethro on the shoulder, but is just mainly lending support.

Jethro(choking it out): "Thank you. Thank you... from the bottom of my heart. There can be no greater honor than to face you inside the squared circle that we love so much, in front of millions of fans that we both love so much... and for us to wrestle... which we love so much."

Jethro looks deep into the camera, the crowd still on their feet, but silent.

Jethro: "Thank you Sirus... Thank You 'Al'... Thank you both."

The fans begin to clap.

{fade}

*OOC-I do the same thing, hence the randomness of my promos.

[moran]

We find ourselves in the Hard Core Café. This sued to be a frequent place that Sirus would visit. To be fair, it may still be, it’s just lately Sirus has had less cameras following him around. Yes National Enquirer, we see you. Are you happy you’re wasting your money?

At any rate, We find Sirus and ‘Al’ sitting in the back at a booth. The restaurant is filled with wrestling memorabilia. It’s heavily decorated with PWA items and photos but is scattered with AOWF, HiC and various other promotions. Possibly one of the prize possessions in the place is a signed photo of all of the PaNZieS including ‘Al’. Sirus is frantically looking through some documents and a poster for Genesis X. ‘Al’ is slowing devouring a nice fresh salmon. Ok, lightly cooked with some lemon not FRESH fresh.

Sirus “I don’t get it. Did my match get cancelled?”

We walk over and take a look at a contract that has Sirus’ and Jethro Hayes’ name on it. The pamphlet for the PPV also lists the match.

Sirus “I never got a call about a change.”

‘Al’ remains silent on the matter, which is just as well. When he starts into something you can never get him to stop. He should just keep stuffing himself. Uh, with the salmon.

Sirus “I’m just going to assume that you were mistaken Jethro. It says here that you and I are still facing each other and not the best wrestler in PWA history. Second oldest maybe, but that only means that I can take a whack to the head better than most people. And trust me, I have been whacked off many times. I hope you and your big feet aren’t disappointed.”

Sirus looks down at his runners and shrugs.

Sirus “You know what they say about big feet right? Well, I have my son so at least I know my sneakers are working and that’s good enough for me. I never had to be the best. I never needed a title. All I wanted to ever do was wrestle. Sometimes a lot of the bad guys in our occupation were a lot less interested in just wrestling and a lot more interested in shoving mustard covered weasels down your trunks. Sometimes they’d knock you over with a pick up truck or wipe you out with a stray bean sprout. Sometimes I’d feel like I was living in a soap opera from heck … and that’s why I’m going to love this match. You and me in the ring. Oh sure, ‘Al’ will be there but hew has promised to behave. Well, he’s promised not to interfere in the match anyway. Whether he behaves with the female wrestlers remains to be seen.”

Sirus starts to point ands wave a finger at ‘Al’ but smiles and laughs it off.

Sirus “Bears will be bears eh?

I’ve also been thinking. I think the fans deserve more than just a hand shake or belly bump. How about we book some practice time and work out some kind of special handshake like you see in the movies. Keep it simple, nothing longer than five minutes or so.”

Sirus starts to shadow shake a series of complex greetings that includes fist bumps, palm slides, a little bit of thumb wrestling and wiggling of fingers until he knocks the salt shaker over. He stares at the shaker and slowly rights it up.

Sirus “Ok, maybe just a handshake then. Wrestling can be dangerous enough without adding in fancy moves like this. I don’t want to sprain anything.”

Sirus rubs his chin, thinks it over and decides it’s a good idea. Yeah.

Sirus “Jethro, besides the whole infinite number of angles for which to fall and only one to stand thing I say, let me give you some more advice. Just be yourself eh? Even if people say you’re the new me, that still makes me the old me. And I feel like the old me. But you, you should feel like the now you not the old me because I’m the old me and the future me. So even if you were the new me before, try and me the you you want to be later but now and leave the being me to me. Besides, I don’t think I could take it if you were better than me. I have a hard enough time going to auditions where wrestlers re-enact old matches and I try out for the part of me and the director says that people wouldn’t believe me as me. The other guy is more like me than I am.

I ate a whole package of pistachio pudding after that. I was sad.

Jethro, be you. Be the best you you can be. Be the you that you can sleep at night with, because you’ll always sleep with yourself. And if you could help me figure out what exactly I was chosen for, well that would be good too.

And to answer one of your questions about who is in charge, me or ‘Al?’ The answer is obvious.

Valerie.”

Sirus gets up and walks over to an area that is dedicated for small bands or solo singers. He grabs a microphone, clears his throat and, well, you can figure it out.

Sirus “Well my friend sent a message, wonderin’ how things have been
Asked if I had regrets, and if I wanted to come back again
Said I ain't got no time for wrestlin', my time is all booked up
I just spend my time enjoyin’, bein’ with the women and kid I love

But I'm a Moran, yes I am, and I can't help but wrestle you so, Jethro
I'm a Moran, I’m sure I am, I just can't help but wrestle you so, Jethro

He wasn’t looking to pad his rosters, that’s not what he meant
Was I still in shape, or had I gotten fat
Told me of a wrestler, one I just had to see
To help out with the bookings, and face him at the PPV

I'm a Moran, yes I am, and I can't help but wrestle you so, Jethro
I'm a Moran, I’m sure I am, I just can't help but wrestle you so, Jethro

Well, I did stay in shape, I can still fit through the door
I did get a little itch, I guess I could wrestle once more
They say I’m more human than human, and I’m the chosen one
But I have been retired, shortly after I had a son
Well I don’t miss lookin’ at rafters, or hittin’ the cement
But I remember the thrill, and what that feelin’ meant
Get it all on camera, and buy it on DVD
Better than tellin’ stories, give my son something to see

I'm a Moran, yes I am, and I can't help but wrestle you so, Jethro
I'm a Moran, I’m sure I am, I just can't help but wrestle you so, Jethro

Gonna fight at Genesis, don’t know if I’ll win
Won’t give Jethro and problems, cheatin’ would be a sin
I ain’t got a lot of time for wrestlin’, but I can find time for this
Got Valeries blessin’, she told me so with a kiss
Hope I won’t regret it, know I’m gonna be sore
It’s gonna be hard, against someone I don't know
But one things for certain, we’ll put on a great show
Think I’m just as strong, but I may have gotten a little slow

I'm a Moran, yes I am, and I can't help but wrestle you so, Jethro
I'm a Moran, I’m sure I am, I just can't help but wrestle you so, Jethro
Jethro, Jethro, Jethro.”

Fade out …

[Bean]

"Like A Houndog, I'm On The Trail"

Jethro sits at a computer, yes it is a shock to the senses but the hick from Southern Georgia sits at a computer terminal. In fact the famous search engine, Google, is up on the screen and Jethro is sitting there reading through the thousands of results. Jethro moves the mouse slightly clicking on the first link that pulls up.

"So many choices, how am I supposed to know?"

A tapping sound comes from behind the camera and a bit off to the right. After a moment's hesitation a white cane comes into the bottom of the screen to be followed quickly by a blind man whistling "On The Road Again" by Willie Nelson.

Jethro: "Hey man, how are you?"

Blind Man: "I'm alright Jethro, you called me?"

Jethro smiles, but the blind guy doesn't see it.

Jethro: "Yeah Bean, figured if anyone could help me out with this you could."

Bean feels for a chair.

Jethro: "To the right bud."

Bean quickly finds the chair, pulling it he sits down beside Jethro.

Jethro: "Before we go any further, I need to tell you that I'm recording a promo and thought this would be a bit quicker, but I was wrong."

Bean: "What are you looking for?"

Jethro: "Why Sirus is known as The Chosen One."

Bean scratches his head.

Bean: "You know, I have no idea and I doubt that Rob Robinson does either. It is probably a monocur that he wanted to give himself but realized he wasn't worthy."

Jethro seems to ponder for a second.

Bean: "Or it could have been that Sirus was chosen to save the PWA from Robinson's rule and subsequent downfall."

Jethro thinks again. The scene speeds up, showing various images of Bean helping Jethro search, seeming hours of footage in a matter of thirty seconds.

Jethro: "Thanks man, maybe this will work, but I would have liked for it to be a definite answer. Also, do you have any old PWA matches recorded?"

Bean ponders for a moment.

Bean: "I do, but they are recorded on audio cassette instead of VHS or DVDs. Sorry man, but here is something else that might help Sirus out."

Bean leans in, tapping the keyboard expertly as though he can really see it.

Bean: "Sirus may want to invest in a computer, internet, and then try youtube because they have a ton of h is older matches; in fact they may have all of them. Or..."

Bean looks toward the screen, as though his blind ass can see it, and taps the keys.

Bean: "Ebay?"

Jethro: "Yeah."

Bean: "Search in the edit field marked for search and type in Sirus Moran VHS then one for DVDs."

Jethro taps the keys in a hen peck motion, herky jerky.

Jethro: "Great! Absolutely great. Thanks Bean."

Bean: "No problem man, glad I could help somewhat anyways."

Jethro: "See ya man."

Bean: "Hear ya dude, have fun at Genesis."

Jethro: "I will."

Jethro and Bean shake hands before Bean walks his way out of the frame tapping his white cane. Jethro spins in the chair, the Sirus Moran DVD results on the screen behind him.

"Great news Sirus, I've found this website, thanks to my friend Bean, that sells Sirus Moran DVD matches."

He scratches his head.

"I'm not sure if they have all of your matches but they do have some of your more memorable ones as the description says. So, it is something to check into. I'd get them for you but they just won't arrive in time. Sorry man, but that is how this business is, rush rush rush."

Jethro chuckles.

"Anyways man, also my friend Bean told me that if you got a computer and internet access that youtube.com had a ton of your former matches that you can show your son if you choose to. I figured that was pretty good."

Jethro stands up, stretching his back.

"While those things were found to be a definite, a search Bean and myself did did not turn out to be so definite."

Jethro raises his arms above his head.

"Ahhhhhhhhh"

He lowers them.

"Sorry, been at this thing half of the night trying to find out why you are called "The Chosen One.""

Jethro wipes at his face.

"I couldn't find a definite answer on the internet, but Bean had a couple of ideas. One idea, I can see how this one might be true, is that Robinson wanted to call himself that but just wasn't able to bring himself to call him that. While that may be true, I just thought of something, Robinson's ego wouldn't stop himself from calling himself something that worthy; whether he was worthy or not."

Jethro yawns.

"Also, Robinson may have decided to call you "The Chosen One" because he realized that the only one that could save the PWA from him was you and you alone, hence "The Chosen One". Anyways, whether they are true or not, it is something to ponder a bit. when you and 'Al' are chewing the fat so to speak."

Jethrosits back down in the chair.

"We definitely need to get together before our match on Sunday to work out any kinks or rust you might have so that we can put on the Main Event before the Main Event actually takes place. I believe Raizzor and Riona are the main event, but I believe our match will outshine them all and will be why X marks the spot."

A chuckle.

"Let me explain what I mean. Everyone knows that treasure on a pirate's map is marked with an X. It is supposedly where all of the great stuff is stored well..."

A smile.

"Well the X for Genesis X will mark when the best match in PWA history took place between Janitor Bob and Popcorn Willie."

Jethro laughs.

"No seriously, this will be marked as the best Genesis ever and the X will do just that. I'm looking forward to this match more than anything I've done in the past, and hopefully you feel the same way."

Contemplation.

"You know though, you got me to thinking."

He waves a hand.

"I know scary thought, huh? Anyways you are right, I am only capable of being who I am. I'm not capable of being the next you, but only a better me. Because if I was the next you, then who would the now you be and how could you be you if I was already becoming you? A bit confusing when you think about it and where would the current 'Al' be, unless I found a new 'Al' and lets face it, like if I became the new you, which I could never do, who could replace the current 'Al' with a new 'Al'? I don't believe it is actually possible to replace either of you and certainly we do agree on a lot of stuff about this business in loving it, making it better, but you are you and I am I, and 'Al' is the best 'Al' he can be."

Head scratch.

"Well, I feel a headache coming on... so I'm going to take a Goody."

He holds up an imaginary box of Goody's.

"For quick, fast, and perfect headache relief."

He smiles.

{fade}