It was the waiting Melton hated.
Everything else was just a detail. The performance, the expected afterglow and cash payout were never a cause for anxiety. But the wait, the horrors of being helpless for one of the few times in his life only made matters worse. He was Joey Melton. Why would the questions of what he faced next destroy him?
The man known as the Unifier had fought to a draw in front of a sell-out crowd on the Korean border. Sure, it was only a small fishing village, and he couldn’t be certain it was televised on either side, you know, with the communists controlling media. But, even commies had to appreciate a 15-foot scaffold match between the great former CSWA champion and a midget. Why wouldn’t they? The scaffold was made out of bamboo and constructed by two former North Korean military generals.
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Melton thought he’d be a hero, putting two disgraced Army heroes back to work. This is what he did, he helped people, he entertained, he allowed them to dream again. And if he could pay a nickel to create a prop that United Air would’ve charged an arm and a leg to check, then all the better.
Instead he was threatened with imprisonment and told his “show” wouldn’t be promoted. Two days before the event, he took matters into his own hands and stapled signed 8x11 headshots with a date, time, and location to his performance, but hours after the last staple pierced his skin, a Korean riding a mule threw the ads back in his face. Propaganda they charged.
Even though Joey feared for his life, he was high as a kite. Sure, he was heavily medicated by nature, but the charge Melton received from being over with the North Korean overlords well, frankly, it caused a little blood to rush to his tip.
Hornet was a 100-time World everything.
Dan Ryan was an owner, World champion, and married a Troy.
Troy Windham’s wrestling buddy came with solar panels, he was Green party approved, and a fact that pissed Melton off so, because he knew Troy Windham didn’t give a **** about the environment. Joey was the vegan. Melton was the one who bathed in soy milk and thought briefly about picking up trash alongside a small strip of i-40. Yet, the Green party had ignored Melton’s backing for years.
These three men weren’t over in communists countries, were they? My God could you imagine if there was a trial, if Melton was tried and convicted to jail in North Korea? The headlines? The Nancy Grace exclusives. Would the government allow Anderson Cooper in to have a sit down with Melton while he waited execution? Would he be allowed to perform for other political prisoners? This could be the biggest thing since Johnny Cash sang in Folsom Prison! But alas, the man on a mule simply spat at Joey and rode away. Like so many other chances for glory in his life, this one faded as well.
Word of mouth did manage to spread however. Handfuls of locals came out to see the midget being tossed around the ring and hung from the air. Sure, they’d seen glimpses of “Friends” or “Rocky V” on state TV before, but never anything quite like this. The idea that Melton was a representative of American entertainment, was all Joey wanted out of the trip. He was okay with tossing aside the dreams of playing in front of 100,000 communists and accidentally stumbling upon secret nukes. If these poor sods thought he was the best thing America had to offer, mission accomplished. Tell Troy Windham to suck on that.
Joey Melton had lived one hell of a life. He survived being lost in the desert with Mike Randalls, and a weekend at Eddy Love’s Lake Hartwell estate where "Frank" the ostrich in Love’s petting zoo tried to maul Melton’s perfect face. The fact that he had reduced Eddy Love to training an ostrich to attack gave him wood. That Love trained the bird to attack by the code word “cum dumpster” was impressive nonetheless.
And this is where Melton was now. Rehashing these sweet dreams in hopes of recreating their desired effect.
“This has,” said Joey as he looked sheepishly away from the beautiful blonde next to him in bed, “never happened to me before.”
(OFF Camera – SFX – COUGH.)
“Quite Adrian, I’m working.”
ADRIAN EVANS: Working? What the hell does this have to do with the ULTRATITLE anyway? You’re supposed to be promoting your match with Matthew Davis, not in bed with a whore, shooting a sex tape.
“Hey!” the whore softly spoke up. Whore is relative, but she responded to the craiglist ad. Her name is Britany and she’s a 22 year-old waitress working at Sonic, but damn does she look good on those skates. She’s also taking improv classes on the weekend. She likes thinking on her feet. That she’s good off of them is a bonus, really. She’s here in bed with Melton because she was told this was a) a music video shoot and b) a music video shoot for Troy Windham’s band, “The Sex Slaves.”
“She’s not a whore Adrian,” Melton reassured as he looked in her eyes. Hell, she probably was, who the **** knows. Ten years ago it wouldn’t have mattered, but Lindsay Troy changed Melton. This is why he’s as limp as a wet noodle.
ADRIAN EVANS: Sorry honey, you’re an actress, ok? You’re too good for this ****. Hell, I’m too good for this ****. Melton on the other hand, this is right up your alley. What are you waiting for Joey? We’re burning daylight and I’m prairie doggin’ in a big way over here.
MELTON: Inspiration.
ADRIAN EVANS: Geebus man, you’re not actually going to **** this woman on film for the promo spot. (beat) Are you?
MELTON: Not for the promo spot, no.
BRITANY: He’s not ****ing me at all.
MELTON: We didn’t hire you to be argumentative, sweetie.
BRITANY: When do I meet Troy Windham?
MELTON: The premise Adrian is to show Matthew Davis I’m still on top. Focus groups have also stated they like me in spots where I’m with a woman. This is the last run for me Evans I’m going out being Joey Melton.
BRITANY: Who?
ADRIAN EVANS: And you need to be hard to create, ambiance?
MELTON: Just keep reading the narration I wrote.
ADRIAN EVANS: Alright. (Evans picked the script back up and read.)
She was uncomfortable by all of this. The lights, the set, the enormous star in front of her eyes. Britany didn’t know what to think. Should she sleep with him after the shoot just for hoots? He was old enough to be her father, but ---
MELTON: You prick. (Evans laughs) I was up all night writing this, at least read what I wrote so when it’s seen, it makes sense.
ADRIAN EVANS: Somebody’s actually watching this?
MELTON: If you quit dicking around and get back to work, in time, yes they will.
(Britany bolts out of bed)
BRITANY: I’m getting the hell out of here before I end up half-naked and chained to a furnace.
MELTON: (as Britany leaves) That’s the next scene, honestly. That’s great.
BRITANY: Get lost.
MELTON: I’m just impressed she read the script. You know, it shows somebody cared…
EVANS: Who the hell is watching this, seriously?
(Melton gets out of bed, throws on a shirt and walks over to a director’s chair where Evans sits.)
MELTON: I was gonna bring in a fake audience to watch as I cut the promo with the ***** in my arms.
EVANS: The fake au—(Melton points to a corner of the room where a dozen life-sized card board cut outs of men and women are propped up in a corner.)
EVANS: Seek help.
MELTON: You’re right. Keep it simple. Old-school. Meet me in the video room in 15 minutes.
EVANS: Dammit Melton I’m not watching Hungarian starvation porn with you again. I won’t!
(WIPE CUT TO – Joey Melton in front of an ULTRATITLE backdrop.)
JOEY MELTON: You know Matthew I’m sure you’re something to somebody. I’m sure your momma loved you like an only child and maybe somewhere, somehow you’ve found somebody to love you, somebody even to do some ****ed up **** to you whenever you’ve had a bad day or realize Marvel’s killed off another one of your childhood heroes. If you’re in this tournament you’ve got a gold star by your name on the big board. We’re all to be congratulated for that.
But this isn't about perfect attendance. You don’t show up and win. The crop gets thinner from here. It’s about what you bring to the table, and Davis I don’t think you’ve got **** left to bring that you didn’t show me in round one.
We all like muffins and we all like the muffin man, but nobody’s weeping that Kin has to go back to cleaning toilets and rummaging through dumps for food again. Your check’s a little bigger and you get on TEE VEE once more, but this is the end of the line, kid.
Too many people think the ULTRATITLE is about whatever story you’ve got to tell. **** that. It’s about what you do in the ring. What I’ve done in the past doesn’t matter. I’m bored just talking about it. But, the fact is people in this business CAN’T stop talking about what I’ve done.
You want to win Davis?
You have to be ready to fail.
Joey Melton never put on face paint, or measured personal gain by milligrams. I’ve just been better than everyone over the last twenty years.
Maybe you can win this, Davis. And if you’re the next ULTRATITLE winner and you change the course of your own personal history, great story kid, but to do it you have to end mine.
Joey Melton will go out of this business as he came in. The ULTRATITLE winner. Why? Because no other script fits. Matthew Davis winning may make your momma proud, and some **** in mid-america happy who loves random crazy ****, but you’re going to have to carry more weight on your shoulders than you’re prepared to I’d bet, because Joey Melton made this business what it is today, I’ve been carrying that burden since day one.
If you’re ready to lift it from me, Matthew, bring your work shows and bend with your knees.
I know, I’m just another loud mouthed New Yorker to hate, but really, we do it best.
(FADEOUT)