Sentenced to 60 minutes hard labour

[Ryan Green]

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The doors to the AWA Arena have been opened and with CEO Mr Timothy Draven expected to arrive and announce the matches for the super show later in the evening, a number of wrestlers are already at the arena, catching up and waiting for the annoucement.
One such wrestler is Mr Ryan Green stands at a catering stand that has been laid out backstage, unimpressed with the offerings he turns around to see if there are any staff about but is actually greeted by Chris Sonner. Former and long time suffering backstage reporter, Sonner.
Sonner has a camera man in tow and a mic in hand
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Chris Sonner
Mr Green, sir, i am here today to try and get a few words with the superstars that have come to the AWA Arena for this historic night, what i am hoping for is to impress Mr Draven enough that he gives me a pay day by requesting my services at the big one off reunion show.
So Mr Green, can i ask what you are thinking right now?

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Green looks Sonner up and down and shakes his head, probably not too impressed with the reports physic
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Ryan Green
What i am thinking is that i want a cup of friggin tea, so maybe you can tell me where the friggin tea is?

Chris Sonner
I am sorry Mr Green, but i am a reporter, not a refreshments assistant

Ryan Green
Do you want to be a reporter with a think bloody lip?

Chris Sonner
I am not sure what you mean?

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Green clentches his right fist and lifts it close to Sonner's face
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Ryan Green
Now do you understand?

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Sonner gulps and takes a step back, nodding as he goes
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Chris Sonner
Yes Mr Green, perfectly. But i am sorry, i honestly do not know if tea is being supplied, perhaps there will be some iced tea in the vending machine?

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Green looks horrified
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Ryan Green
Cold twating tea? Are you trying to do my head in mate? Only a friggin idiot would go near 'iced tea', it shouldn't be allowed!

Chris Sonner
I like i...

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Sonner stops as he realises the corner is talking himself into.
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Ryan Green
Point proven. Anyway, what exactly is it that you want?

Chris Sonner
As i said sir, i would like to know what your thoughts are at the moment, and i guess more specifically, what your thoughts are on Whitey Ford?

Ryan Green
Whitey Ford is scum. The thought had crossed my mind that my initial impression of him was wrong, and that maybe he was a decent fella, but after i read his down right disrespectful reply to me on AWA.com i have reverted back to those initial impressions, the bloke is a cunt.

He wants to brush me aside like i am nuffin? Taking the piss outta me because i became AWA Champion at a time when he reckons the competition was weak? Well fuck im, i became AWA Champion because i was, and still am mind you, the best in the business.
The fact is that i was the man who stood up to be counted when everyone else dropped their guts, packed their bags and went home.
And thats why the people that pay to watch us wrestlers respect me, im not the nicest guy but i am the hardest working and the most loyal. I may not have gotten time to become an AWA legend but it was not for the want of tryin, you see when i joined the AWA i was in it for the long haul, i was the last man standin in this company when the doors slammed shut! I did not get the chance to build my legacy but i am going to make sure it gets done this time and it looks like it will be at the expense of Whitey Ford!

Chris Sonner
Whitey Ford has expressed his desire to face you in an Iron Man Match. 60 minutes, one on one, thats got to be tough?

Ryan Green
Of course its fuckin tough, wrestling, fighting, brawling for 60 minutes is the test of any man in this business and i could not be happier that Ford requested that type of match, in fact it impressed me.
But then he turned it on its arse again by throwing out the insults. He is going to be beat me so many times, take a break, drink a drink and then beat on me some more?
The fucking twat has taken too many drugs and had is skull smashed in too many times because of thats really his opinion of me he is in for a very nasty surprise.
You see Sonner, i didnt have a very nice childhood, i didnt get to play very often and as you might be able to tell by the way i speak i didnt spend too long in school but that didnt stop me getting what i wanted when i wanted it.
I didnt ask to come to the AWA, i was scouted and i didnt ask to become the AWA Champion, i decided it was going to happen and i took it when i wanted it.
The only reason it left my waist was because Croc took me out in a blind attack after i had defeated five other me inside the f-in chamber. Im not saying Croc did anything wrong, id have done the same in his shoes, but still, i never lost that belt in a straight up wrestling contest and Ford is going to be the one that i take that out on.
Now as i said Sonner, i didnt get to play much as a kid, if i was not having to look after my useless dad i was having to look out for my little bruva and thats the way it has been ever since, no time for playin, only working hard and moving on to bigga and betta fings
So for me the Iron Man match is 1 hours hard fuckin labour, no resting, no playing, full steam ahead until i get the result that i want and thats to see that twat Whitey Ford on his back when the 60 minute bell rings having been pinned, having said i quit and having tapped out like a muvva fucker more times than he will care to remember because im not a one trick pony, if i dont knock you out ill make ya tap out, if i dont pin ya ill make ya scream and beg for your pathetic life.

Chris Sonner
Well ok, that just about covers it. Except i should probably ask you what is going to happen if you see Whitey Ford tonight?

Ryan Green
Now why the 'ell would i let that slip and possibly give im the uppa hand?

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Ryan Green is done, he turns and walks off, heading up the hall as Sonner looks happy with the content of his interview
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[Whitey Ford]

Whitey Ford: Hey sweet tits!

::Green turns around, recognizing the voice, and stomps back to where he was standing next to Sonner. Whitey Ford has entered the catering area with a smug, slightly stupid grin on his face. Green looks like he's ready to start the Ironman match now, but Ford just gives him a blank look. In one hand he holds a small plate, and the other hand brings a cup of steaming hot tea to his mouth. He takes a long sip, and slowly lowers it back down onto the saucer. Green looks confused, and a bit put off.::

Whitey Ford: Well, this is awkward. I'm drinking tea, and if I knew you liked tea I would have brought you a cup. But all this time, I thought you were Australian. I don't know why, you just seemed too stupid to be from England. And really, thats saying something.

::Green is unimpressed, as one can imagine, but Whitey seems oblivious to any danger he could be in. Taking another drink, Ford shrugs his shoulders.::

Whitey Ford: I couldn't help but overhear every word you said. That is, I was standing around that corner over there waiting for the right moment to hit you with a blunt object and yell something like 'DID THE DINGO EAT YO' BABY!' Boy, knowing that your not from Australia now...wouldn't have I looked foolish, eh?

Chris Sonner: But, uh...how did you decipher that he wasn't from Australia just in these few short min--

::Whitey backhands Sonner across the face, just hard enough to get his point across.::

Whitey Ford: Get lost.

::Sonner obliges, scurrying off down the hallway. The act of violence seems to bring a spark of interest to Ryan Greens eye, and he takes a step forward. Ford is back to being a seemingly innocent moron, taking another drink from the teacup.::

Whitey Ford: Listen, Green, I'm sorry I hurt your feelings on the AWA forum. Its hard to be made fun of online, especially when its the only social outlet you use to get your feelings across. You could have called or even found me in Boston; I'm a fucking celebrity, I'm not that hard to find. You just didn't use your head, and raged on the internet about wanting to fight me and use me as a stepping stone. Well, I'm here to help you! Give you some pointers on how not to annoy the audience into eventually hating you.

::Whitey nods in the direction where Sonner ran off.::

Whitey Ford: Lets start with your interview. I'm going to be brutally honest here, Green. About a minute into listening to you speak, I damn near fell asleep. If this were Tv, and I had a remote, I would have changed the channel to CSPAN just so I could wake up a little bit. You gotta have a different tone in your voice, be a little animated, make the fans want to listen to you...try not talking like a burly moron from England with a 2nd grade education.

::Something shines in Whitey's eyes, and its becoming clear he's goading on Green to start a fight. His stupid smile remains, but he glares at his next opponent with a look that screams 'hit me.'::

Whitey Ford: Also...nobody cares about your fucking childhood. Boo fucking hoo, Green, your daddy wouldn't let you play a lot when you were a kid. That sob story is only useful for weak people...Anthony Jordan, Slam II and Chris Sonner could use that gimmick and get away with it. Your supposed to be a tough guy; act like one. Crying about how hard your childhood was isn't very tough. This is NOT Dr. Phil.

::Ford's tone drops down to a malevelont whisper as he leans in close.::

Whitey Ford: So why don't you take all that hard working background ethic bullshit and shove it straight up your ass. What you did in the past does not impress me. What you do in the present actually makes me pity you, so far. And what you'll do in the future probably involves minimum wage...because you won't want to show your face in the wrestling world ever again once I embarass you in the ring. You got that...'mate?'

::Ford takes a step back slowly...then tosses the tea into Ryan Greens face, cup and all! Whitey laughs, geting ready for the inevitable fight by standing at ready a few feet away. Green is absolutely livid, and before long...::

[Ryan Green]

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The livid look on Green's face lasts only for a minute, then he uses his tongue to taste the tea that is dripping down his face before using a hand to wipe off the excess.
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Ryan Green
To much sugar Whitey, i dont need it because sonny, im sweet enuff.
But f'anks for the thought.

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Greens reaction has caught the arrogant Whitey Ford off guard, Green winks at him and then turns to leave, but just a second after Ford's defenses relax slightly Green turns back around and launches himself at his rival, taking him down to the floor with a rugby tackle.
Fists are flying and being the one who started the brawl, Green gets the advantage for a moment and gets to his feet but as he drags Ford to his Ford uses his forearm with a powerful upward motion and hits Green with a ball breaking lowblow. Green crumbles and Ford scurries off around the corner.
Moments later as Green gets himself to his knees Ford reappears, this time with a steel chair in hand and without hesitation he swings it, letting it bounce off of the dome that is Greens head and once again Green crumbles, however this time he is unlikely to be getting up quite so quickly.
Ford stands over his rival and smiles before dropping the chair to the ground.
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Whitey Ford
Just a glimpse of whats to come, just a glimpse.

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Ford gives out one last kick, punting Green in the ribs before walking off and leaving the scene
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