unable to compete?

[Ryan Green]

It is 5 days removed from Saturday Night Anarchy, a night that finished with former awa world champion, Ryan Green being injured at the hands of his rival Whitey Ford.

The scene picks up backstage at the AWA Arena.

Ryan Green walks into view, his right arm in a tight sling, the shoulder heavily bandaged and taped. Green walks towards the door of Mr Dravens office and with his left hand he knocks, waits for a moment until a voice is heard and then walks in.
Mr Draven is sat behind his desk, he motions for Green to take a seat opposite. These two men have not had a lot of involvement in the past, but they certainly are not friends. The atmosphere is very professional


Mr Draven
Ryan, thank you for meeting me before you went out and made the announcment yourself.
As much as it pains me to say it because believe me i was counting on you and Whitey Ford being a major selling point of Anything Goes, as you now already know you have not been cleared to compete and therefore i can not get you insurered and that means only one thing, your match at Anything Goes is cancelled.


Green has only had one expression on his face since walking into the arena and into the office and it is one that makes it very clear he is pissed off.


Mr Ryan Green
Mr Draven, mate, you've got that all wrong. I'm cleared to compete and i will be takin on Whitey Ford at Anything Goes so there is no need to worry about your bank balance.


Draven clearly was not expecting that reply and questions Green


Mr Draven
Exactly who has cleared you to compete?

Mr Ryan Green
I 'ave.


Draven now looks annoyed, fearing his time is being wasted


Mr Draven
Ryan, thats not good enough and you know it, without medical clearence you can not get insurered and without insurance there is no way in hell i am risking you getting a further injury and then taking me to fucking court for damages!


Green ponders the dilema and then replies.


Mr Ryan Green
What if you had a one hundred percent guarantee that i would not come after you for a single penny, not even if im crippled in that ring? What if you knew that without a shadow of a doubt that i could end up as a vegetable and still not be able to chase you for anything?
Oh, what if you didnt even 'ave to pay me to wrestle?

Mr Draven
And how exactly would that work?

Mr Ryan Green
You've got the best legal team in the world behind you Mr Draven, all you need to do is get one of those suits to draw up a contract, to your exact specifications and ill sign it. It can state that i waive all payments, that i waiver all medical cover and that i waiver any right what-so-eva to request any costs towards future medical care and waiver any right to claim compensation.
You put whatever the hell you want in the fuckin thing, i dont care. All i care about is getting Ford and hurting him.


Draven is thinking, of course he wants the match, it is one of the main events, but he knows loopholes can be found in contracts and does not want to get stung


Mr Draven
I'll tell you what Ryan, ill talk to my people and see if it can be done but if they make a doubt appear in my mind then i wont be doing it, im not risking my finances on your desire to hurt Whitey Ford.
So, you go now and ill do what i have to do, if it all checks out ok then you have yourself a deal i guess.
But as of this very moment you are not to get involved in ANY physical activity whilst on AWA land, if you do ill call the who thing off regardless.
Kepp your temper in check and ill come back to you just as soon as i have heard.


Green nods his head in acceptance and appriciation as he stands up and walks out of the office.

...to be continued...

[Whitey Ford]

::Ryan Green hasn't even taken 2 steps out of Draven's office when the sound of frantic footsteps are heard behind him. Green turns around, and to his dismay, shock, and utter confusion he sees Whitey Ford running down the hallway. The confusion is coming from the fact that Ford is wearing a full size hot dog costume and carrying two giant sticks of pink cotton candy.::

Whitey Ford: Wait for me, you bastard! I have to thank you!

::Ford is in great spirits as he skids to a halt right before Green. Ryan knows the situation is bizzarre, but definitely not good. Whitey laughs, giving a ridiculous little bow in front of his opponent for Anything Goes.::

Whitey Ford: First off, congratulations on your win over me and MJW, even though...y'know, you ended up blowing out your shoulder, which is all that matters to me honestly. I figured the match was off since there's no way you would be cleared to wrestle such a great specimen like me...but LO AND FUCKING BEHOLD, you came through for me!

::Green crossses his arms, getting more annoyed by each second that passes.::

Whitey Ford: I mean, really, your going to get Draven to clear you, and in return your going to waive all of your pay and sign a contract just to get your other shoulder fucked up and your teeth knocked out and kneecaps broken in a match with me? Man, its either you rrrrreeallly hate me or your a glutton for punishment. SO, I ran here as fast as I could after grabbing you some cotton candy, because I figured you needed something sweet to help with how your little bartering venture ended in a sour note.

::Whitey gives a big, toothy smiles.::

Whitey Ford: Just to remind you before I get pummeled unjustly, Draven said you can't have ANY physical confrontation while on the premisis. And now that I know how much you want to get into the ring with me...I doubt you'll do anything to jeapordize that chance. So!

::Ford whacks Ryan Green over the head with one of the cotton candy sticks, rubbing it in as much as he can before Green swats the sugar treat away. Whitey starts to giggle like a child.::

Whitey Ford: Holy shit, that was fun!

::Whitey takes a giant bite from his own cotton candy stick, taking his sweet time to chew it and looking quite impressed with himself. Green shakes his head, trying not to lose his temper, and turns to walk away. Ford just follows directly behind him.::

Whitey Ford: Green. Green. Green. Ryan. Ryan Green. Hey Green. Ryan, hey, Ryan. Green. Green. Wait, Ryan. Simon says stop, Green! GreenGreenGreenGreenGreenGreenGreen--

::Ryan Green whips around, obviously having had quite enough of Whitey's childish antics.::

Ryan Green: WHAT, THEN!?!?

::Ford looks a little hurt at being yelled at, but then swats his hand low and connects squarely with Ryan's groin.::

Whitey Ford: Bagtag!

::Ford doesn't stop, and as soon as Green bends a bit, he slaps him as hard as he can across the face! By now a few people have stopped to watch the debaucle, some staff members and a few of the undercard wrestlers. Ford laughs loudly.::

Whitey Ford: HEY EVERYBODY, Ryan Green is getting picked on by a guy carring cotton candy and wearing a hot dog suit! What a pussy, he won't even do anything about it!

::Green straightens himself, furious, and appears to be nearing the end of his rope. As he goes to jab a finger straight into Ford's chest, Whitey simply stabs him in the face with the remains of his cotton candy.::

Whitey Ford: HOWS THE VIEW FROM SUGAR HEAVEN, BITCH?!?!

::Green swats the cotton candy away, and winds back a fist to smash Ford back into the BWA with. Whitey just clicks his tongue, wagging a cautionary finger in front of him.::

Whitey Ford: Not so fast, Greenbeans. No altercation, or your little stipulation with Draven is moot, and you don't even get to have the privelage to lose to me at the PPV. I can't wait to see you go down in the books as the man who cried at a hardcore show and lost to Whitey Ford. So keep all that pent up agression and save it. Bottle it. Then smash that bottle at Anything Goes so I can have you at your best, minus the shoulder...I'm going to show you once and for all that your an inferior being.

::Whitey turns on his heels, not interested in what Green has to say to that, and heads back the way they came. A staff member from off camera shouts to him.::

Staff Member: Hey Whitey, why are you wearing a hot dog suit!

Whitey Ford: Because I drink a lot and was wearing it when I woke up.

***Commercial Break***

[Ryan Green]

Some time later the scene picks up with Whitey Ford. He is still dressed in the hotdog outfit but he is now sitting on a high stool at a long wooden bar, in front of him is what can only be described as a very annoyed bar tended.

Bartender
Look Whitey, i know you are a regular but this is taking the piss now, your wearing a hotdog for christ sake! Go home and get changed, come back and ill have a cold beer waiting for you ok?

Whitey Ford
No, that is not ok. I am a regular, i am your most famous regular and i am the reason half these people come in here, in the hope of getting a glimpse at me!
Besides, i spend a LOT of money in here Bob, a LOT of money


'Bob' rolls his eyes


Bob
Correction Whitey, you owe a LOT of money, your tabs been running for a month now without any payment so perhaps you would like to get that cleared up?


Over in the far corner of the room a waitress walks up to a table to clear it, there is one man at the table, you can only see him from the back, she goes to take a beer bottle but is stopped. Even though it is empty the man insists she leaves it.
Not really giving a crap the waitress walks off.
Over at the bar Whitey appears to have had a 'wake up call' now that he has been asked for some cash


Whitey Ford
You know what Bob, i do not like your tone so forget the cold beer, im taking my business elsewhere!


if Ford thought that Bob might protest and ask him to stay he was mistaken.
Ford pushes himself up from the stall, made a little difficult by the ridiculous costume.
Over his shoulder you cans see that the man at the far table is no longer there.
Just then Ford is tapped on the shoulder, he turns and suddenly glass shatters and flies everywhere as the screams from the waitress causes the background music to grind to a hault.
Ford drops to the floor and all is revealed as Ryan Green stands over him with just the neck of the glass bottle left in his hand and a smile on his face.
Fords hands are covering his face but the blood is seeping through. Green is not finished though, he kicks out as though he was taking a penalty at Wembley and punts Ford in the stomach.


Bob
Hey you need to stop that right now and get the hell out of my bar before i call the cops


Green looks at Bob and nods his head in acceptance


Ryan Green
No problem, im done here


Just before he walks out Green bends down, being careful not to move his shoulder too much as he talks to Ford


Ryan Green
If you had listened fully you would've 'eard the boss tell me i could not get involved physically on 'AWA land'.
Well son, this aint awa land and now your the one that looks like a cunt. At least now you've got some red sauce to go with your hot dog!
Oh, and pay this man what you owe him you cheeky little twat!


Green stands up, smiles and walks out of the bar