Post by Deleted on Jul 4, 2019 14:13:30 GMT -5
The scene fades in on RJ Collins as he's driving along on a dark desert highway, Hotel California blasting out of the one working speaker in his rusted 1995 Honda Civic. It's less that 18 hours before Glory and, despite not being advertised to appear on the show, RJ is still determined to be there. That is if he can find it. Currently he has one eye on the road and the other on a map, which he has no idea how to read.
RJ Collins: Gosh dang phone charger, why'd you have to go out when I was in the middle of nowhere?
Spotting a sign for a little town called Guerra, RJ pulls off the highway.
RJ Collins: What the hell, did I somehow cross over into Mexico?
Looking over his map again, RJ is oblivious to the car pulling up beside him. A beep of the horn startles him and he looks over to see a pair of older gentlemen looking at him like he's an alien.
Old Man #1: Son are you lost or something?
RJ Collins: Uh, yeah, kinda. My phone died so I can't use my GPS and I'm having a bit of trouble reading this map I have.
Old Man #1: Well here, let me take a look at that and see if I can't help you. Where are you trying to get to?
RJ hands the map out the window to the old man.
RJ Collins: Uh, Fort Hood. Big show going on up there, they weren't expecting me really but I thought it'd make a good impression if I took the initiative to come anyway.
Old Man #2: Well now would you look at that, a young person with initiative. You don't see much of that anymore.
Old Man #1: I have good news and I have very bad news for you, son.
RJ Collins: Uh oh.
Old Man #1: Well the good news is that you're only 5 and a half hours away from Fort Hood.
RJ Collins: That's the good news?
Old Man #1: Yes. The very bad news is that had we not shown up, you'd be lost forever out here in this desert. See, this map you have here? This is a map of Utah.
RJ Collins: You know I had my suspicions when I saw Salt Lake City, but I thought maybe there was more than one.
Old Man #1: All right, well forget about that map. It's a long drive but it'll be relatively easy. You turn around and take the next right, you'll see a sign for 281 North. Take that all the way up into San Antonio, then you'll take 195 West until you start seeing signs for Fort Hood. It's mostly all highway so don't go taking exits until you see the right ones or you'll end up lost all over again.
RJ Collins: Oh man, you guys are awesome. Thank you so much!
Old Man #2: You said you had to get to a show? What are you, a musician or something?
RJ Collins: A wrestler actually!
Old Man #1: A wrassler? Boy oh boy, you don't look much like any wrestler I remember.
RJ Collins: Yeah I'm still kind of new to all of this. That's why I'm trying to get to this show, I want to make a good impression.
Old Man #2: Well now that's just real good of you son, more young people need that kind of attitude.
Old Man #1: They sure do. Hey, what's the name of that show you're going to be at, maybe we can catch it on the TV and see you.
RJ Collins: It's called Glory!
The two old men share a look.
Old Man #2: Did you say Glory?
RJ Collins: Sure did! Supposed to be a big show, lots of people going to be there. I even have this whole speech ready for the fans about my search for glory.
Old Man #1: Are you sure it's in Fort Hood?
RJ Collins: Positive, why?
Old Man #2: Cause there's a glory show a few miles from here, that's where we were headed.
RJ Collins: It's got to be a different show, right? I mean I know they said Fort Hood.
Old Man #1: Could it be possible that they changed it? You said your phone died.
RJ Collins: A show as big as they were talking about? I don't know. Maybe?
Old Man #2: Well why don't you follow us? It's only a few miles, so if we're wrong, you'll still have plenty of time to head north.
RJ Collins: All right I suppose!
The camera pulls back to an aerial view as the old men's car continues up the road, followed by RJ's. It then switches to inside the old men's car.
Old Man #1: You know full well that this isn't the place he's looking for.
Old Man #2: Yeah, we know that. But he doesn't. Let's see if we can't get some fun out of him first though.
The two old men share a laugh. The camera switches back to RJ in his car.
RJ Collins: What helpful old timers. I'm going to have to show them my gratitude somehow.
10 Minutes Later
RJ pulls into a parking space next to the old men's car. The building in front of them looks more like a warehouse than an arena and, while there are other cars in the lot, it looks nothing like the amount you'd see for a show.
RJ Collins: Guess it's still early, not many people here.
Old Man #1: Yeah, the action won't really pick up until later.
RJ Collins: Wait there aren't any signs for the show anywhere. That's really odd, usually they like to advertise these things with billboards and banners and stuff.
Old Man #2: You know what, I bet they'll be setting those up any minute now. Let's get inside!
The old men head inside as RJ is left alone in the parking lot, contemplating his next move
RJ Collins: This all feels really odd and I've got a terrible feeling in the pit of my stomach- but these guys seem so nice so what's the worst that could happen?
RJ heads into the building, blinking a few times to let his eyes get used to the dimly lit interior. A large man in a black t-shirt is standing by.
RJ Collins: Ah yes, security. This must be the right place after all. Hey, bud, can you tell me which way to-
The man points down a dimly lit hallway.
RJ Collins: Right. Thanks!
RJ whistles a tune as he walks down the hallway, passing by door after door.
RJ Collins: I wonder which one of these is the locker room...
RJ pulls open a door at random and steps into the pitch black. As he fumbles to find a light switch, the door shuts behind him. Finally, he finds a pull string hanging from the ceiling and gives it a yank.
RJ Collins: What the heck is this?
He finds himself in a small room, no bigger than a broom closet, with only a bench to sit on. And in both walls to his sides is a single hole, no bigger than a fist.
RJ Collins: Something tells me this isn't the right place.
Old Man #2: Oh it's definitely the right place, son.
RJ Collins: Uh, hey where are you exac-
At that moment a wrinkled dick with grey pubes is shoved through the hole to RJ's right, followed by one through the hole to his left.
Old Man #2: Welcome to the big glory show!
RJ turns and nearly takes the door off its hinges as he bursts back into the hallway. Laughter from the two old men can be heard as RJ runs past the security guard and back outside. Crying internally, RJ jumps into his car and peels out of the parking lot, leaving a trail of dust behind him.
RJ Collins: My eyes- I'll never be able to unsee those.
He turns up the music to near ear-splitting volume and begins singing along to try and drown out the terrifying thoughts in his head. Nearly an hour passes when he sees a sign for a hotel. And just below it another sign, this one reading "Glory".
RJ Collins: Hey! I bet this is where they have everyone staying before the show. Maybe someone is still around so I can get directions from them.
RJ pulls off the road and heads down a dirt road. A short while later he sees a small, older hotel badly in need of repair, with a few cars in front of it. He pulls into a spot and gets out of his car.
RJ Collins: Kinda small, but maybe they had multiple hotels for everyone?
RJ heads into the hotel office where an older gentleman is watching TV.
RJ Collins: Hi, yes, my name is RJ Collins, I'm with Action Wrestling. I saw your sign back there that said Glory, I've actually been trying to find my way there.
Hotel Manager: Glory? 3A.
RJ Collins: 3A? That's where the others are staying?
Hotel Manager: 3A yes. Glory.
With a wave of his hand the man goes back to watching his show. RJ gives him an odd look but turns and heads back outside. He walks along the doors to the rooms until he finds the one marked 3A.
RJ Collins: Thank god, hopefully someone is still here.
RJ knocks on the door and surprisingly it opens a few inches. RJ pushes it the rest of the way open and steps in.
RJ Collins: Hello? It's RJ Collins, anyone here? I kind of need direc-
RJ pauses when he sees an ancient looking woman lying naked on the bed, splayed out in the most terrifying 'sexy' pose seen to man, smoking a cigarette.
Old Woman: Hey there soldier, did you bring a pole for Old Glory?
RJ turns and runs out of the room screaming.
Glory: Pussy.
The scene ends.
RJ Collins: Gosh dang phone charger, why'd you have to go out when I was in the middle of nowhere?
Spotting a sign for a little town called Guerra, RJ pulls off the highway.
RJ Collins: What the hell, did I somehow cross over into Mexico?
Looking over his map again, RJ is oblivious to the car pulling up beside him. A beep of the horn startles him and he looks over to see a pair of older gentlemen looking at him like he's an alien.
Old Man #1: Son are you lost or something?
RJ Collins: Uh, yeah, kinda. My phone died so I can't use my GPS and I'm having a bit of trouble reading this map I have.
Old Man #1: Well here, let me take a look at that and see if I can't help you. Where are you trying to get to?
RJ hands the map out the window to the old man.
RJ Collins: Uh, Fort Hood. Big show going on up there, they weren't expecting me really but I thought it'd make a good impression if I took the initiative to come anyway.
Old Man #2: Well now would you look at that, a young person with initiative. You don't see much of that anymore.
Old Man #1: I have good news and I have very bad news for you, son.
RJ Collins: Uh oh.
Old Man #1: Well the good news is that you're only 5 and a half hours away from Fort Hood.
RJ Collins: That's the good news?
Old Man #1: Yes. The very bad news is that had we not shown up, you'd be lost forever out here in this desert. See, this map you have here? This is a map of Utah.
RJ Collins: You know I had my suspicions when I saw Salt Lake City, but I thought maybe there was more than one.
Old Man #1: All right, well forget about that map. It's a long drive but it'll be relatively easy. You turn around and take the next right, you'll see a sign for 281 North. Take that all the way up into San Antonio, then you'll take 195 West until you start seeing signs for Fort Hood. It's mostly all highway so don't go taking exits until you see the right ones or you'll end up lost all over again.
RJ Collins: Oh man, you guys are awesome. Thank you so much!
Old Man #2: You said you had to get to a show? What are you, a musician or something?
RJ Collins: A wrestler actually!
Old Man #1: A wrassler? Boy oh boy, you don't look much like any wrestler I remember.
RJ Collins: Yeah I'm still kind of new to all of this. That's why I'm trying to get to this show, I want to make a good impression.
Old Man #2: Well now that's just real good of you son, more young people need that kind of attitude.
Old Man #1: They sure do. Hey, what's the name of that show you're going to be at, maybe we can catch it on the TV and see you.
RJ Collins: It's called Glory!
The two old men share a look.
Old Man #2: Did you say Glory?
RJ Collins: Sure did! Supposed to be a big show, lots of people going to be there. I even have this whole speech ready for the fans about my search for glory.
Old Man #1: Are you sure it's in Fort Hood?
RJ Collins: Positive, why?
Old Man #2: Cause there's a glory show a few miles from here, that's where we were headed.
RJ Collins: It's got to be a different show, right? I mean I know they said Fort Hood.
Old Man #1: Could it be possible that they changed it? You said your phone died.
RJ Collins: A show as big as they were talking about? I don't know. Maybe?
Old Man #2: Well why don't you follow us? It's only a few miles, so if we're wrong, you'll still have plenty of time to head north.
RJ Collins: All right I suppose!
The camera pulls back to an aerial view as the old men's car continues up the road, followed by RJ's. It then switches to inside the old men's car.
Old Man #1: You know full well that this isn't the place he's looking for.
Old Man #2: Yeah, we know that. But he doesn't. Let's see if we can't get some fun out of him first though.
The two old men share a laugh. The camera switches back to RJ in his car.
RJ Collins: What helpful old timers. I'm going to have to show them my gratitude somehow.
10 Minutes Later
RJ pulls into a parking space next to the old men's car. The building in front of them looks more like a warehouse than an arena and, while there are other cars in the lot, it looks nothing like the amount you'd see for a show.
RJ Collins: Guess it's still early, not many people here.
Old Man #1: Yeah, the action won't really pick up until later.
RJ Collins: Wait there aren't any signs for the show anywhere. That's really odd, usually they like to advertise these things with billboards and banners and stuff.
Old Man #2: You know what, I bet they'll be setting those up any minute now. Let's get inside!
The old men head inside as RJ is left alone in the parking lot, contemplating his next move
RJ Collins: This all feels really odd and I've got a terrible feeling in the pit of my stomach- but these guys seem so nice so what's the worst that could happen?
RJ heads into the building, blinking a few times to let his eyes get used to the dimly lit interior. A large man in a black t-shirt is standing by.
RJ Collins: Ah yes, security. This must be the right place after all. Hey, bud, can you tell me which way to-
The man points down a dimly lit hallway.
RJ Collins: Right. Thanks!
RJ whistles a tune as he walks down the hallway, passing by door after door.
RJ Collins: I wonder which one of these is the locker room...
RJ pulls open a door at random and steps into the pitch black. As he fumbles to find a light switch, the door shuts behind him. Finally, he finds a pull string hanging from the ceiling and gives it a yank.
RJ Collins: What the heck is this?
He finds himself in a small room, no bigger than a broom closet, with only a bench to sit on. And in both walls to his sides is a single hole, no bigger than a fist.
RJ Collins: Something tells me this isn't the right place.
Old Man #2: Oh it's definitely the right place, son.
RJ Collins: Uh, hey where are you exac-
At that moment a wrinkled dick with grey pubes is shoved through the hole to RJ's right, followed by one through the hole to his left.
Old Man #2: Welcome to the big glory show!
RJ turns and nearly takes the door off its hinges as he bursts back into the hallway. Laughter from the two old men can be heard as RJ runs past the security guard and back outside. Crying internally, RJ jumps into his car and peels out of the parking lot, leaving a trail of dust behind him.
RJ Collins: My eyes- I'll never be able to unsee those.
He turns up the music to near ear-splitting volume and begins singing along to try and drown out the terrifying thoughts in his head. Nearly an hour passes when he sees a sign for a hotel. And just below it another sign, this one reading "Glory".
RJ Collins: Hey! I bet this is where they have everyone staying before the show. Maybe someone is still around so I can get directions from them.
RJ pulls off the road and heads down a dirt road. A short while later he sees a small, older hotel badly in need of repair, with a few cars in front of it. He pulls into a spot and gets out of his car.
RJ Collins: Kinda small, but maybe they had multiple hotels for everyone?
RJ heads into the hotel office where an older gentleman is watching TV.
RJ Collins: Hi, yes, my name is RJ Collins, I'm with Action Wrestling. I saw your sign back there that said Glory, I've actually been trying to find my way there.
Hotel Manager: Glory? 3A.
RJ Collins: 3A? That's where the others are staying?
Hotel Manager: 3A yes. Glory.
With a wave of his hand the man goes back to watching his show. RJ gives him an odd look but turns and heads back outside. He walks along the doors to the rooms until he finds the one marked 3A.
RJ Collins: Thank god, hopefully someone is still here.
RJ knocks on the door and surprisingly it opens a few inches. RJ pushes it the rest of the way open and steps in.
RJ Collins: Hello? It's RJ Collins, anyone here? I kind of need direc-
RJ pauses when he sees an ancient looking woman lying naked on the bed, splayed out in the most terrifying 'sexy' pose seen to man, smoking a cigarette.
Old Woman: Hey there soldier, did you bring a pole for Old Glory?
RJ turns and runs out of the room screaming.
Glory: Pussy.
The scene ends.