Post by Tom Carradine on May 20, 2024 17:01:36 GMT -5
Scene opens with an exterior shot of your average suburban home; nothing too dull or too outlandish… just, normal. From out of frame, we can see a mail carrier walk up to the front door and ring the doorbell. The carrier waits patiently for a couple of moments and is greeted by one of the latest signees to Florida Wrestling Prestige, Tom Carradine.
The carrier hands him a thick envelope, along with a number of regular pieces of mail. Once the handoff is finished, the carrier turns to return to their truck, while Tom closes the door. Our vantage point changes to an interior shot.
Tom: (sifting through his mail) Bills… junk…
Tom tosses his regular mail on a nearby counter. Holding the thicker envelope in his hands, he lets out a sigh before sitting down at his dining room table to open it. Once he opens the parcel and pulls out a thick stack of papers, he starts to peruse them, a smile growing wider with each page he reads. He turns to the camera.
Tom: For those of you that may not be familiar with me, let me introduce myself…
My name is Tom Carradine. Granted, that name may not count for much right now, but everybody’s got to start somewhere, right?
In case anyone was wondering what was in that envelope… It’s a certified copy of my contract to wrestle for Florida Wrestling Prestige, along with the info for my very first match.
He smiles.
Tom: On paper, this might look like a slam dunk for my opponent. After all, Darcy Marsh was trained by some very impressive coaches, while my trainers may not be as well-known. But you know what? Nothing’s set in stone until the final bell rings.
Darcy, if you wanna step into this match brimming over with confidence, go for it, because Ii sure as hell will. My debut with FWP is a milestone in my career, and I’m not gonna waste it by going down in defeat.
The camera zooms in closer.
Tom: So, Darcy, don’t take it personally when I beat you. It’s just that I’m hitting the ground running, and since you’re in my way, I’m gonna run right over the top of you.
Scion in Pensacola is MY time to shine, and I don’t wanna share the spotlight with anyone…
Scene fades to black.
The carrier hands him a thick envelope, along with a number of regular pieces of mail. Once the handoff is finished, the carrier turns to return to their truck, while Tom closes the door. Our vantage point changes to an interior shot.
Tom: (sifting through his mail) Bills… junk…
Tom tosses his regular mail on a nearby counter. Holding the thicker envelope in his hands, he lets out a sigh before sitting down at his dining room table to open it. Once he opens the parcel and pulls out a thick stack of papers, he starts to peruse them, a smile growing wider with each page he reads. He turns to the camera.
Tom: For those of you that may not be familiar with me, let me introduce myself…
My name is Tom Carradine. Granted, that name may not count for much right now, but everybody’s got to start somewhere, right?
In case anyone was wondering what was in that envelope… It’s a certified copy of my contract to wrestle for Florida Wrestling Prestige, along with the info for my very first match.
He smiles.
Tom: On paper, this might look like a slam dunk for my opponent. After all, Darcy Marsh was trained by some very impressive coaches, while my trainers may not be as well-known. But you know what? Nothing’s set in stone until the final bell rings.
Darcy, if you wanna step into this match brimming over with confidence, go for it, because Ii sure as hell will. My debut with FWP is a milestone in my career, and I’m not gonna waste it by going down in defeat.
The camera zooms in closer.
Tom: So, Darcy, don’t take it personally when I beat you. It’s just that I’m hitting the ground running, and since you’re in my way, I’m gonna run right over the top of you.
Scion in Pensacola is MY time to shine, and I don’t wanna share the spotlight with anyone…
Scene fades to black.
