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Shiny27
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(FADEIN to the streets of Las Vegas. We see a black 1987 Trans Am speeding down the road.... the camera goes inside the car, and we see Scotty Michaels. "Livin' on a Prayer", by Bon Jovi, is blasting on the stereo. His 'Shawn Michaels circa 1994' mullet is blowing in the wind. Sitting next to him is the wrestler formerly known as "Amish" Amos, Jerome Henderson. The stereo lowers, and a conversation begins between the two, as Henderson shakes his head..)
JEROME HENDERSON: Man, I can't believe YOU... a MULTI-TIME former world champion is just going to take that crap that Shawn Matthews and his boy dished out to you on a spoon. Look at you. You were the bomb back in the mid-90's, and then what happened? It all went down-hill. Look at that hair, look at those sideburns. Man, you gotta do something... you're pitiful.
SCOTTY MICHAELS: Yo, I'm tired of listening to your garbage, SUCKA. (laughs) Stop trying to be a born-again-brother. You portrayed a damn Amish man, and you're black.
JEROME HENDERSON: Well no matter what, you gotta drop that Shawn Michaels junk. You ain't related to him, and your last name ain't even Michaels. Lose the blond highlights, and lose that ratty head of hair... you can be a STAR!
SCOTTY MICHAELS: I don't know, Jerome... it's been a LONG time since I wrestled. I'm thirty-five years old now. I don't think I have it anymore. And hey, what's wrong with my hair? The chicks dig it.
JEROME HENDERSON: Have you seen some of the women you've been taking home lately? The chicks aren't into Bon Jovi, Poison, Aerosmith. People aren't gonna get nostalgic when you step into the ring, like they do with Hogan. Besides, look at this freakin' car, man. I'll tell you what. I'm gonna take care of you. Stick with me, and you'll go places. I mean, damn, I'm a former FIVE-TIME... (looks at his hand and starts shaking his head) WJOL world champ.
SCOTTY MICHAELS: Give me a break, FOOL. What the hell does WJOL stand for anyway, WORLD JACK-OFF LEAGUE?
JEROME HENDERSON: Alright, alright... I made that stuff up. Anyway, I can make you COOL. I can make you fit in.... and I can do it before FUTURESHOCK. Picture it now, Scotty Michaels 2002... hell man, go with your real last name, COPELAND. You can still be the SUPERSTAR man, SUPERSTAR... SCOTTY... COPELAND. And forget this Las Vegas crap, everyone knows your hometown is ATLANTA, GA. As a matter of fact, I got some new music for you. (Turns the radio to another station, and "BOOM" by P.O.D. is playing...) We ARE, the boys from the South, just as the song says. And you know what? My money's on you to bring down the man, the myth, the legend... SHANE SOUTHERN.
SCOTTY MICHAELS: You know what, Jerome? I'm starting to like what I'm hearing. But you think this is going to work? You think I'm going to be able to change my image, like that? I honestly don't know if I have it in me... and I don't know if I can beat Shane Southern anymore. I knew I could've whooped him up back in the days of the FWC, but that was years ago.
JEROME HENDERSON: You can, SCOTTY COPELAND. Let's begin this now. Pull over to this barbershop, and let's see what we can do.
(FADE to black as Scotty and Jerome walk into the barbershop, and the song ends with its lyrics, "How ya like me now? Is that all you got? I'll take your best shot"..)
(TO BE CONTINUED...)
JEROME HENDERSON: Man, I can't believe YOU... a MULTI-TIME former world champion is just going to take that crap that Shawn Matthews and his boy dished out to you on a spoon. Look at you. You were the bomb back in the mid-90's, and then what happened? It all went down-hill. Look at that hair, look at those sideburns. Man, you gotta do something... you're pitiful.
SCOTTY MICHAELS: Yo, I'm tired of listening to your garbage, SUCKA. (laughs) Stop trying to be a born-again-brother. You portrayed a damn Amish man, and you're black.
JEROME HENDERSON: Well no matter what, you gotta drop that Shawn Michaels junk. You ain't related to him, and your last name ain't even Michaels. Lose the blond highlights, and lose that ratty head of hair... you can be a STAR!
SCOTTY MICHAELS: I don't know, Jerome... it's been a LONG time since I wrestled. I'm thirty-five years old now. I don't think I have it anymore. And hey, what's wrong with my hair? The chicks dig it.
JEROME HENDERSON: Have you seen some of the women you've been taking home lately? The chicks aren't into Bon Jovi, Poison, Aerosmith. People aren't gonna get nostalgic when you step into the ring, like they do with Hogan. Besides, look at this freakin' car, man. I'll tell you what. I'm gonna take care of you. Stick with me, and you'll go places. I mean, damn, I'm a former FIVE-TIME... (looks at his hand and starts shaking his head) WJOL world champ.
SCOTTY MICHAELS: Give me a break, FOOL. What the hell does WJOL stand for anyway, WORLD JACK-OFF LEAGUE?
JEROME HENDERSON: Alright, alright... I made that stuff up. Anyway, I can make you COOL. I can make you fit in.... and I can do it before FUTURESHOCK. Picture it now, Scotty Michaels 2002... hell man, go with your real last name, COPELAND. You can still be the SUPERSTAR man, SUPERSTAR... SCOTTY... COPELAND. And forget this Las Vegas crap, everyone knows your hometown is ATLANTA, GA. As a matter of fact, I got some new music for you. (Turns the radio to another station, and "BOOM" by P.O.D. is playing...) We ARE, the boys from the South, just as the song says. And you know what? My money's on you to bring down the man, the myth, the legend... SHANE SOUTHERN.
SCOTTY MICHAELS: You know what, Jerome? I'm starting to like what I'm hearing. But you think this is going to work? You think I'm going to be able to change my image, like that? I honestly don't know if I have it in me... and I don't know if I can beat Shane Southern anymore. I knew I could've whooped him up back in the days of the FWC, but that was years ago.
JEROME HENDERSON: You can, SCOTTY COPELAND. Let's begin this now. Pull over to this barbershop, and let's see what we can do.
(FADE to black as Scotty and Jerome walk into the barbershop, and the song ends with its lyrics, "How ya like me now? Is that all you got? I'll take your best shot"..)
(TO BE CONTINUED...)