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Date Posted: 14:07:50 07/15/02 Mon
Author: Xtreme
Subject: The internet, the landlord, and the old lady part two

(The scene opens in Xtreme's apartment. It is very early in the morning...well it's 8:30 but for Xtreme and Jake, 8:30 in the morning usually doesn't exist unless they haven't gone to sleep yet. But right now, Xtreme's alarm is going off and begins to move. He gets out of bed and gets the big brown envelope full of money that was on the night stand next to his bed. Xtreme rolls off his bed, but quickly gets back up. He finds the nearest pair of pants on the floor and puts them on as he staggers toward the door of his apartment. He opens it and walks down three flights of stairs until he reaches Mitch's office. He opens the door and Mitch is sitting behind his desk watching Regis and Kelly on a small, portable TV. He looks up at Xtreme and laughs)


Mitch: It's a little early for you isn't it der mister fancy wrestler man. You got my money?


(Xtreme tosses the big brown envelope onto Mitch's desk)


Xtreme: Its all there, Mitch. I couldn't get a check so I just made it in cash. I hope that doesn't bother you.


Mitch: No, no it doesn't. I just hope this didn't interrupt your beauty sleep der mister big man.


Xtreme: No, Mitch, no it did not. I'll be going now if that's all you wanted. Good day, Mitch.


(Xtreme leaves Mitch's office and trudges back upstairs to his apartment. When he walks in, Jake is still asleep on his couch and so Xtreme goes back to his room and goes to sleep. The scene fades out to black)


FOUR HOURS LATER



(It is now about 12:30 in the afternoon and Xtreme is still sleeping, though not very peacefully. He tossing and turning and eventually falls off the bed on the opposite side from the cameraman. He pulls himself back up onto his bed and walks out into his living room. He is still wearing the pants and shirt he was wearing this morning and he sits down on the couch next to Jake, who is watching cartoons on Cartoon Network. Jake looks wide awake, whereas Xtreme still looks asleep. Jake turns to Xtreme)


Jake: Let's go to Burger King.


Xtreme: No dude...I just woke up.


Jake: So you must be hungry.


Xtreme: Actually, I'm not.


Jake: Come on, Xtreme. I'm starving and there's nothing to eat in your kitchen. I looked in your fridge and cabinets but all I found was some bread and a jar of mayonnaise in the back of the fridge.


Xtreme: I had mayonnaise?! Damn...oh well. Let's go to Burger King then.


(Xtreme and Jake both get up off the couch and Xtreme gets his keys from the end table nearest him. They walk downstairs to the parking garage and Xtreme gets his car and Jake hops in the passenger seat. The scene fades out but then fades back in at the local Burger King where Xtreme and Jake are sitting in the booth at the far end of the Burger King. Xtreme ordered a Whopper with fries and coke and Jake ordered the same except with nothing on his Whopper but cheese. They are both eating silently until Jake asks Xtreme)


Jake: Xtreme, do you think the GWA even wants you around anymore?


Xtreme:(Looking confused)What makes you say that?


Jake: Well I mean lately they haven't been giving you any good matches, ya know? I mean first you took out that loser Xtreme-1 for stealing your name and then his little buddy who wanted revenge, but ever since then it's been a non-stop downward spiral of people putting forth no effort to try and beat you. Not even this Sean Fury guy who's related to Steven Fury has given a second thought to you.


Xtreme: It doesn't matter if they want me around or not, I'm here to stay and that's all there is to it. As long as I'm winning, I don't care who it's against. Sure, I want a good fight but the more I win, the closer I get to GWA gold. All I want to do is make people realize that I am not someone who can be pushed around and I intend to make that known not only in this GWA Coliseum title tournament, but in the FWF Last Man Standing tournament as well. The first man I have to go through in the GWA is Sean Fury. Sure, the name Fury carries a lot of weight in the GWA, but so far this guy doesn't seem to deserve it at all. He doesn't seem to care at all about beating me. I'm hospitalized people, I've beaten people into bloody pulps and yet still people don't realize that when my name is put across from theirs on the card that they are in for the beating of their lives. I don't just win matches, I brutalize my opponents. I'm sick and tired of wasting my time on people who would rather do something else than wrestle me. Everyone I've faced since returning to the GWA has been less than decent and I've had about enough of it. I want real matches, not to just be there to fill up time. I hope that the rest of my opponents in the Coliseum title tournament are more than willing to put up a fight but from what I've seen so far, people are more concerned with how good their promo's look than whether or not they can get the job done in the ring. Every week I go out there and give all that I can give but for what? To have some little punk disrespects me and not even give me the fight I want. Yeah, I'm winning matches but what's the point of winning if I didn't even have to try to be victorious? Sure beating people down every week is fun, but not if they don't at least try to stop me from beating them down. You following me, Jake?


Jake: Yeah I think so.


Xtreme: Since I haven't found any real competition in the GWA lately, I decided to enter the FWF Last Man Standing tournament. There's going to be over a hundred wrestlers in this competition and if they got it, they must be good. I didn't make it in last year but this year, I got something to prove. I'm going to show everyone just why Xtreme and the GWA is not to be screwed with. For years this tournament has been a showcase of the greatest talents in the wrestling world, and I intend to add myself to that list. In the first round I have to fight some guy named Vanity. Vanity, eh? They say first impressions are everything and so far my impression of this guy uh how shall we say...(cough)pushover(cough). I mean, in this business a name can make or break someone and thus far...Vanity is not the toughest name I've seen on the list. We've got names like Justin Sane, Missile, Lost Worlds...and then Vanity? I paid attention enough in English class in school to learn that word vanity means "too much pride in ones looks or ability". Could it be that this guy is vain because...be just isn't that good and he has to reassure himself that he can in fact win a match? Or maybe it's because he thinks he's a pretty boy of some sort. Well no one is prettier than me, damnit.(Jake laughs out loud)My rugged good looks, my sexy Philadelphia accent, what lady could resist?


Jake: That lady at the bar last night did.


Xtreme: Well besides her...I think she was blind anyway. But all the funny stuff aside, if this guy is more concerned with his looks than he is with me, he's got a big surprise coming when we meet in the first round. I intend to go as far as I possibly can in this tournament just to show the world that Xtreme is a true champion of men and that I am as good as I claim. After last year when I didn't make it in, I was incredibly pissed, then sad, then just plain out pissed again. I've waited an entire year for another chance at this tournament and I intend to prove to everyone why that Xtreme is exactly what he says he is...the baddest mofo on the planet, and now apparently the sexiest mofo on the planet. Vanity will be my first victim
in a long line of people who will fall at my hands. This year is my time and I will not be denied. I'm going to make my name known and my point heard. Xtreme will not lose...especially not to someone the likes of Vanity. XTREME HAS SPOKEN.


(Xtreme and Jake both finish the last of their meal and they head to the car. They both get in and Jake asks)


Jake: Where are we going now? Back home?


Xtreme: No, I told that web geek that I would be over to check out my website since my computer is umm...having technical difficulties right now.


(Xtreme drives off and through the magic of TV editing turns the corner and ends up in the web geek’s driveway. We are now a little farther from the Philadelphia area than Xtreme’s home, but not quite into the suburbs yet. Xtreme and Jake both get out of the car and go up to the door. The house is quite small, only big enough for two or three people to live comfortably. Xtreme knocks on the door and after a few moments, a man opens the door. He is shorter than Xtreme, and much…hmm…rounder. He has on a pair of denim shorts and Star Wars: Episode One shirt on. His long, greasy hair is pulled back in a crude pony tail)


Guy: Yes? Can I help you?


Xtreme: I’m Xtreme. Are you the guy making my website?


Guy: Oh, Xtreme! I didn’t realize you were going to come so early.


Xtreme: It’s 1:30 in the afternoon.


Web Geek: Oh…well anyway come on in. I just finished your site last night. Xtreme, who is that guy?


(The web geek motions to Jake who is chasing a squirrel around the web geek’s small front yard)


Xtreme: Oh that’s just Jake. He’ll be fine out here until I get back.


Web Geek: Ok then…follow me.


(Xtreme steps into the web geek’s house and sees that there is dirty laundry strewn everywhere. They pass through the kitchen, which is in disarray with cereal boxes and moldy bagels all over the counters. The geek walks Xtreme down a hall to the last door on the left. He opens it to find that this room is actually quite clean and spotless. The only thing in this room is a desk with a big, high back computer chair and a top of the line Alien Ware computer. The geek pulls up a chair from the other side of the room next to his at the computer desk, and he takes his seat in his big chair. Xtreme sits down next to him and the geek gets onto the internet with his cable connection)


Web Geek: Prepare to be amazed, Mr. Xtreme.


(The geek types in the sites address and within a second the site pops up. Much to Xtreme’s disdain, the first pictures to show up on the page is a picture of Xtreme much earlier in his career. The background of the site is bright neon green and there is a blaring midi song in the background; so loud Xtreme can’t tell what it is. The title of the page is “Xtreme’s Home Of Xtreme Ass Kicking”. As the web geek scrolls down the site, there is more pictures of Xtreme that are no time close to present day. Many of them embarrassing moments of times Xtreme screwed up or after he lost a match. There are stupid little gif animations all over the place, many that have nothing at all to do with the website. Xtreme turns to the web geek, who seems proud of his work)


Xtreme: You’re serious…this is the site you made.


Web Geek: Yeah, isn’t it great! I think it’s the best one I’ve ever made!


Xtreme: I never even go on the internet and this is the worst site I’ve ever seen. What with the crappy pictures? Why is the background bright neon green? What’s with these stupid little animations all over the place? I can’t even tell what this terrible song is supposed to be and that title is lamest thing I’ve ever read. Why the hell did this take you so long to make?


Web Geek: Well…I really don’t know but it did so now you have to pay extra.


Xtreme: Pay? I’m not paying for this? This is crap!


(Xtreme gets up and storms out of the room as the geek calls after him)


Web Geek: I’ll be sending you my bill!


(The cameraman catches back up to Xtreme who is now back out in the front yard. Jake is still chasing the squirrel around but when he sees Xtreme he stops. Xtreme doesn’t say anything but motions for Jake to get into the car. Jake gets in and Xtreme pulls out of the driveway as the scene fades to black)

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