[A scene opens with Tom Stone sitting in a rather large leather chair counting money and smoking on a fat Cuban cigar. He puts the money in stacks of a hundred thousand on a large oak table and just continues grinning and smoking his cigar. Suddenly there is a knock at the door and Stone jumps. He quickly puts the money away and puts out the cigar. He turns on a fan to get the smell out of the room.]
Tom Stone: Enter.
[A lady wearing a very tight leather skirt and a too small blouse comes in the door smiling.]
Tom Stone: Yes Stacy what is it? Is it time for my massage? [Begins to loosen tie.]
Stacy: No.. not yet sir. There is a big black man here. He said that you know him.
Tom Stone: I know him? How in the hell would I know him? There are tons of big black men in the world. Like that guy in The Green Mile. I still have flashbacks from that.
Stacy: No sir you don't understand. He is a very big man and he is big popularity wise.
Tom Stone: What is he some kinda basketball player?
Stacy: No he is too big to be a basketball player sir.
Tom Stone: Football?
Stacy: Maybe.
Tom Stone: Hockey? Wait a minute, there are no black hockey players.
Stacy: I think he might be a wrestler sir. He said he is from the American Wrestling something.
Tom Stone: WHAT? HE IS FROM THE AMERICAN WRESTLING ASSOCIATION!
Stacy: Yeah that is it. [Blushes.] Sir you are so smart!
Tom Stone: Don't try to be cute with me tell him to get in here.
Stacy: Okay.
[Stacy runs out of the room very quickly and gets the man. Tom Stone sits back in the chair looking shocked and in deep thought. He puts his head down to think. He looks up and sees a shadow getting bigger and bigger coming his way. He looks up and sees a very large black man walking his way wearing a red gradient Fubu jersey and dark blue jeans. Tom Stone looks up and looks rather excited. Stone quickly stands up and walk up to the man and shakes his hand.]
Tom Stone: Masta Red, it is great to see you in EWA!
Masta Red: Well Stone I am glad to be here.
Stacy: You are Masta Red. From aWa. The guy that was the World Champion. Nice to meet you. My name is Stacy.
Tom Stone: Get away Stacy, don't bother the man. Masta Red let's talk turkey.
[Stone and Masta Red walk to his desk. Masta Red sits in front of Stone's desk and Stone runs around his desk and sits down. Tom Stone looks over at Masta Red as Masta Red begins looking around Stone's office.]
Masta Red: Nice office you have hear Stone. It looks like EWA is doing you good.
Tom Stone: Yes it is and it will start doing you good.
Masta Red: That is nice to know Stone. So Stone tell me something that will excite me.
Tom Stone: Masta Red, you will be getting in the ring with The Hustler very soon trust me on that one. I can see it now.
Masta Red: Yeah I bet you can Stone. Hustler had better be worth my time. I don't have time to play around with yesterday's garbage. Stone, he had better be a good hard and dedicated wrestler or I am going to be one pissed off brother.
Tom Stone: Hustler is some great competition. Do you think you are just going to run him over?
Masta Red: Well yes I do Stone.
Tom Stone: Well I don't think you will.
Masta Red: Stone I don't give a care in the world about what you think. I came here for one reason and one reason only and that was to wrestle. My old federation was ended due to terrorist bombing our headquarters now I am out of a job. I don't like sitting on my ass eating cheesy poofs watching other people win titles I know I could be winning. So I am coming back and I will start right here in EWA.
Tom Stone: Well it is nice to know that you feel that way Masta Red.
Masta Red: Damn Stone, I thought you may have been different being the EWA's Prez. I thought you may have had some sense in that head of yours and I guess I am terribly wrong.
Tom Stone: WHAT? YOU ARE ALREADY INSULTING ME! You haven't been a member of this federation longer then 4 hours and you are already insulting me. Let me tell you something Masta Red. I don't care how you let that Swatkins guy talk to you. I am your BOSS, and you will listen to what I say and respect my authority.
Masta Red: OHHH!!!!! I am so scared.
Tom Stone: You think this is funny? I don't see a smile across my face. Masta Red, you are going to learn how to be a roleplayer in a federation that is destined for the Hall of Fame of wrestling federations. And you will start by facing my personal trainer.
Masta Red: Huh? Why should I face some little skinny fag that you want me to face. I refuse to face some little biatch that you want me to face. Stone, I ain't one of your little biatches here in EWA. You may be able to bully everyone but not me.
Tom Stone: Is that so? [Opens a drawer on his desk and presses a button.] Butch get in here!
[Suddenly the doors swing open violently and a short fat man with the letters W and W tattooed above and below his navel. Masta Red spins the chair around and just looks at Butch.]
Tom Stone: Get em BUTCH!
Masta Red: What is he your personal butt licker?
Tom Stone: No but he is going to kicking your butt soon.
[Masta Red slides his chair into Butch's knees and Butch goes flying over the top of the chair and falls on the floor. Masta Red steps on his back and continues talking to Stone.]
Masta Red: Now Stone, I really don't have the time to deal with your personal ass licker. So I will get right to the point. You know why I am here and that is to win titles. And Hustler will be the push that is needed to get the titles.
Tom Stone: Yeah but.
Masta Red: Don't interrupt me Stone. I haven't finished talking yet. Now Stone once Hustler has been beaten repeatedly. I am going after my first title.
Tom Stone: But I what if you don't win?
Masta Red: Damnit Stone! There you go f'n doubting me again. I will beat whoever is in the way. I want respect, exposure and gold. There is a lot that needs to be done and accomplished. And all that I need to do will be done here.
Tom Stone: I am sure that it will, Masta Red.
Masta Red: Of course Stone. Now take your fat biatch and put him on the treadmill so he can lose some weight. Stone you should be training him, huh?
Tom Stone: Yeah sure.
Masta Red: I am out here Stone. See you in the squared circle against Hustler.
[Masta Red looks up at Stone and kicks Butch in the rear he slides up behind Stone's desk and hits the back of the wall. He walks out of the room and closes the door. The cameras swings back over to Tom Stone and he begins to talk.]
Tom Stone: Masta Red eh? We will see what you are all about very soon. [Grabs the phone and presses a red button on it.] Stacy [Pause.] Come in here now.
[Stone hangs up the telephone and sits down in the chair. The doors open and Stacy comes in smiling.]
Stacy: Yeah sir.
Tom Stone: I think it is time for my "special" massage.
Stacy: Yes sir.
[Stacy unfastens her blouse as the camera swings behind her and she removes her blouse. Stone's eyes get buck as he slides everything off his desk and lays on the desk as the scene fades.]
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