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Supercard Archives / COUNTRY PUNKINS vs HELLRAISERS
« on: July 14, 2018, 08:19:20 PM »
July 9, 2018
Kemah Boardwalk Inn
Kemah, Texas
The scene opens inside of a hotel room at the Kemah Boardwalk Inn near the site of last night’s Climax Control. “Big Country” Wyatt Peterson is folding his clothes and packing them into a duffle bag as he prepares to leave the town this evening. Such is the life of a professional wrestler, traveling from city to city to entertain the masses. Wyatt appears to be lost in thought as he folds a pair of worn out blue jeans. He snaps out of his daze as there is a knock at the hotel room door.
Wyatt: Jus’ a minute!
Wyatt finishes folding his jeans and stuffs them into his bag before walking over and opening the door. He finds his best friend and manager, Tom Dudely standing there with a duffle bag tosses over his shoulder.
Tom: You just about ready to go? Rush hour traffic is about done and I want to get on the road. We’ve got a long drive ahead of us, but I want to get there and spend a few days on the beach before the cruise takes off.
Wyatt chuckles.
Wyatt: Ya know that the cruise ain’t leavin’ fer a week, right? It’s only gonna take a couple days tah get there.
Tom: Dude! You know I need as much time as possible to pick up the beach babes.
Wyatt laughs and waves Tom inside.
Wyatt: Come on in. It’s hotter than the underside of the devil’s ball sack out there an’ ah’ve got the air on.
Wyatt turns and walks back into the room. Tom steps inside, closing the door behind him. Tom tosses his duffle bag onto the floor and plops down onto a chair in the corner of the room. Wyatt grabs another pair of jeans from dresser and starts folding them.
Tom: We haven’t really talked much since you decided to blindside everyone by stepping away from SCW. What’s going on?
Wyatt remains silent as he just shakes his head to indicate that he doesn’t want to talk about it.
Tom: Look, if you don’t want to talk about it, that’s your choice. I just know that the line of crap you fed the crowd last night was total bullshit. You’re not the type of guy who’s just gonna walk away after losing a match. What’s really going on?
Tom knows Wyatt better than anyone else and Wyatt knows it. He bites his lip as he considers pouring his heart out to Tom.
Tom: Now I know there’s something going on. You’re biting your lip. You should know by now that you can tell me anything.
Wyatt turns to face his friend.
Wyatt: Alright, fine. Ah’ll tell ya. It happened a few weeks ago…
***FLASHBACK SEQUENCE***
Mrs. Peterson: Wyatt, did ya pack enough underwear? Ah know how ya are ‘bout washin’ your chonies when you’re on the road.
We find ourselves in Wyatt’s bedroom in his childhood home in Amarillo, Texas. Wyatt is packing the duffle bag that he is currently packing again in Kemah. His mother walks into his room carrying a laundry basket filled with folded clothes.
Wyatt: Yes, Maw, ah’ve got plenty of underwear.
Mrs. Peterson puts the basket on the bed next to the duffle back and grabs a few pairs of folded boxers off of the top, stuffing them into the bag.
Mrs. Peterson: Take a few more. Ya never know when someone will see your undies an’ ya wanna make sure you’re wearin’ clean ones.
Wyatt: Thanks, Maw, but ah’m perdy sure ah told ya that ah didn’t need ya tah do mah laundry.
Mrs. Peterson waves her hand in dismissal.
Mrs. Peterson: Well, ya know…
Wyatt watches his mother as she starts unloading the laundry basket and putting the clothes in his dresser. The last couple of years have been rough on her. The farm was not doing well and she struggled to keep things afloat while Wyatt chased his dreams of becoming a professional wrestler. Today though, she looked different. Her eyes seemed more sunken in and Wyatt noticed that she had lost quite a bit of weight in recent months.
Wyatt: Are ya doin’ alright, Maw? You ain’t lookin’ too good.
Mrs. Peterson: Oh, you know how it is. Just staying busy keeping things moving around here.
Wyatt cocks an eyebrow.
Wyatt: Are ya sure? Ah worry ‘bout ya. Have ya gone tah see Doctor Pepper lately?
Mrs. Peterson: Yeah, ah had a checkup a few weeks ago. He had a few concerns and had me do some blood work. Don’t worry yerself ‘bout me though. You’ve got big things happenin’ with that Amy gal at work. How’s that goin’? Am ah gonna get grandkids soon?
Mrs. Peterson’s attempt to change the subject worked as Wyatt is taken aback by the question.
Wyatt: Maw! Miss Amy is a married woman! Me an’ her are jus’ friends. Yer gonna hafta wait a few more years few grandkids from me.
Mrs. Peterson: Oh…
She looks saddened by this news.
Mrs. Peterson: Look at the time! You’ve gotta get on the road if yer gonna make it tah Dollywood in time for yer show.
Mrs. Peterson grabs a stack of flannel shirt and stuff them into the bag before zipping it up and handing it to her son. Wyatt tosses it over his shoulder.
Wyatt: Yer sure everythin’ is alright?
Mrs. Peterson: Yes! Now get yer butt out the door. I’ll see you in a few weeks. Go kick some butt.
Wyatt smiles at her.
Wyatt: Thanks, Maw.
Wyatt kisses his mother on the cheek and walks out the door and heads down the stairs. Mrs. Peterson stands at the top of the stairs watching her son as a tear starts rolling down her cheek.
***END FLASHBACK SEQUENCE***
We return to the current time where Wyatt is continuing to pack as he tells Tom the story.
Wyatt: She lied tah me.
Tom: What?! What do you mean she lied to you?
Wyatt reaches into his duffle bag and pulls out a folded piece of yellow lined paper. He reaches it out to Tom who grabs it and unfolds it.
Wyatt: When ah unpacked mah bag, ah found that note in there.
Tom starts reading it.
My dearest Wyatt,
I wanted to start by telling you how proud of you I am. You’ve grown into such a strong young gentleman and will make some lady very happy someday. I have enjoyed watching you grow up. From the moment I got to hold you the first time to when you were six years old and starting to play Pee Wee League football all the way to now getting to see you follow your dream of becoming a professional wrestler. I couldn’t be happier to be called your Maw.
The last few months have been really difficult around the farm. The cattle money hasn’t been what it used to be and I have been doing everything I can to make ends meet. The stress of it all was causing me to feel a bit under the weather so I went and saw the doctor about it. He seemed genuinely concerned and did some tests on me. There’s no easy way to say this, but when the results came back, he told me that I’ve got a very advanced stage of cancer. There’s nothing they can do but try to keep me as comfortable as possible until I pass. The doctor says that I’ve got less than a year.
I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you in person. I just couldn’t stand the thought of seeing this break you the way it did me. In fact, I’m sure you can tell from the runny ink spots that I’m crying as I write this to you. I’m so sorry to tell you this way. Please stay strong. I want you to continue chasing your dreams. I will be really mad if I hear that you quit wrestling because of me. I will see you when you finish your tour. Hopefully I will be ready to talk to you face to face by then. I love you, Wyatt.
Love,
Maw
Tom looks up from the letter with tears welling up in his eyes. Wyatt had stopped packing and was now sitting on the end of the bed with his hands over his face as he can’t control his tears anymore and starts bawling. Tom looks down at the letter and back up to his friend as he takes it all in. After several moments, Tom gets up and goes over to his broken friend and sits down on the bed next to him. He puts his arm around Wyatt’s shoulders in a bit of a half hug. The two of them sit there without saying a word for several more minutes. The only sound is that of sobbing and irregular gasps for air between the sobs. Wyatt finally lifts his head from his hands and wipes away the tears. He takes a couple of deep breaths before finally speaking.
Wyatt: Ah dunno what ah’m gonna do, but ah do know that ah need tah be there fer mah maw. Ah didn’t want this tah git out, but ah’m sure it will eventually.
Tom shakes his head.
Tom: It’s something that we will deal with if and when it happens. I’m here to help you through this though. If you want to go home now, I understand. I can talk to Christian and Mark for you.
Wyatt shakes his head back and forth vigorously.
Wyatt: Nu uh! Ah promised Ms. Amy that ah’d be by her side at Summer XXXtreme in a couple of weeks. As much as ah wanna be at home with Maw, she’d kill me if ah let Ms. Amy down. She’s already gonna be mad enough that ah’m steppin’ away as is. You saw what she said in the letter.
Tom nods.
Tom: Well, why don’t we go grab a few beers before we leave town. An extra day here won’t kill us. The beach babes will just have to wait a little longer for me.
Wyatt gives a bit of a smile at Tom’s attempt to cheer him up.
Wyatt: Ah guess a couple of drinks wouldn’t be a bad thing. Lemme jus’ git cleaned up first.
Wyatt gets up off of the bed and wipes the tears from his face before going into the bathroom. The scene fades.
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Three hours later
Monkey Bar
Kemah, Texas
We rejoin “Big Country” Wyatt Peterson and Tom Dudely as they are shooting some pool after several shots of whiskey and a few beers. Both men are quite drunk. Wyatt leans over the pool table and lines up his shot. He pulls back the stick and attempts to hit the cue ball but misses it completely. Both men burst into laughter. Wyatt walks over to Tom and slaps him on the back of the shoulder.
Wyatt: Thanks fer bringin’ me out here, buddy. Ah needed to let loose a lil bit after the last couple o’ weeks.
Tom: No probl… no problem man.
Tom is way more drunk than Wyatt and is having trouble getting words out.
Tom: I’m just glad to be able to…
Tom’s sentence trails off as Wyatt stares at him intently while leaning against his upright pool stick to stay upright.
Wyatt: Ah don’ think ya finished that there sentence.
Tom furrows his brows in deep thought for a moment before shrugging his shoulders.
Tom: My turn!
Tom stumbles his way to line up his shot. He takes several moments lining up the shot, overcorrecting his aim several inches in either direction. Wyatt seems amused as he watched. Tom finally takes his shot, actually connecting with the cue ball, but is unable to sink any of his balls in the pocket. Tom puts his pool stick in an upright position to use as a leaning post just as Wyatt was.
Tom: So, you’re really leav… leav… leeeeeeavvvviiiiiinnngggg SCW in a couple of weeks?
Tom had to really enunciate to get that word out. Wyatt bobs his head in confirmation.
Wyatt: Yup. If it weren’t few that Josh fellow and his pardner Jessie comin’ out tah interrupt me yesterday, ah’d probably be gone already.
Tom wobbles back and forth as he attempts to stabilize himself using the pool stick.
Tom: Yuuuuuppppp… they bit off more than they can chew.
Wyatt takes a swig from a bottle of Budweiser and places it back on the side of the pool table before lining up his next shot.
Wyatt: Yeah, it seems that they like writin’ checks that their asses can’t cash. Ah guess ah’m just gonna hafta take ‘em to the bank.
Wyatt takes his shot, connecting this time and sinking the eleven ball in the corner pocket.
Wyatt: Ah will admit though, the idea of a street fight on a cruise ship sounds pretty fun. Ah’ve been thinkin’ of all types o’ things ah’m hopin’ tah get tah do. Ah’ll be a bit disappointed if we don’t end up in a swimmin’ pool somehow though.
Tom starts laughing but stops all of a sudden and puts his hand over his mouth with a panicked look in his eyes. Wyatt, knowing what’s coming, points across the room.
Wyatt: Ya best get yer ass to the bathroom.
Tom turns and takes two steps in the direction of the bathroom before projectile vomiting onto a passing blonde. Wyatt’s face is one of complete shock, as is the blonde’s who stops for a moment before letting out a horrific shriek and running to the ladies room horrified that she just got puked on. Tom’s mouth is agape as he too looks horrified at what just happened. He turns back to Wyatt.
Tom: I’ve gotta go… now!
Wyatt smirks in amusement before dropping his pool stick onto the table.
Wyatt: Let’s go buddy. Ya can clean up back at the hotel.
The two men stumble out of the bar as the scene fades.
Kemah Boardwalk Inn
Kemah, Texas
The scene opens inside of a hotel room at the Kemah Boardwalk Inn near the site of last night’s Climax Control. “Big Country” Wyatt Peterson is folding his clothes and packing them into a duffle bag as he prepares to leave the town this evening. Such is the life of a professional wrestler, traveling from city to city to entertain the masses. Wyatt appears to be lost in thought as he folds a pair of worn out blue jeans. He snaps out of his daze as there is a knock at the hotel room door.
Wyatt: Jus’ a minute!
Wyatt finishes folding his jeans and stuffs them into his bag before walking over and opening the door. He finds his best friend and manager, Tom Dudely standing there with a duffle bag tosses over his shoulder.
Tom: You just about ready to go? Rush hour traffic is about done and I want to get on the road. We’ve got a long drive ahead of us, but I want to get there and spend a few days on the beach before the cruise takes off.
Wyatt chuckles.
Wyatt: Ya know that the cruise ain’t leavin’ fer a week, right? It’s only gonna take a couple days tah get there.
Tom: Dude! You know I need as much time as possible to pick up the beach babes.
Wyatt laughs and waves Tom inside.
Wyatt: Come on in. It’s hotter than the underside of the devil’s ball sack out there an’ ah’ve got the air on.
Wyatt turns and walks back into the room. Tom steps inside, closing the door behind him. Tom tosses his duffle bag onto the floor and plops down onto a chair in the corner of the room. Wyatt grabs another pair of jeans from dresser and starts folding them.
Tom: We haven’t really talked much since you decided to blindside everyone by stepping away from SCW. What’s going on?
Wyatt remains silent as he just shakes his head to indicate that he doesn’t want to talk about it.
Tom: Look, if you don’t want to talk about it, that’s your choice. I just know that the line of crap you fed the crowd last night was total bullshit. You’re not the type of guy who’s just gonna walk away after losing a match. What’s really going on?
Tom knows Wyatt better than anyone else and Wyatt knows it. He bites his lip as he considers pouring his heart out to Tom.
Tom: Now I know there’s something going on. You’re biting your lip. You should know by now that you can tell me anything.
Wyatt turns to face his friend.
Wyatt: Alright, fine. Ah’ll tell ya. It happened a few weeks ago…
***FLASHBACK SEQUENCE***
Mrs. Peterson: Wyatt, did ya pack enough underwear? Ah know how ya are ‘bout washin’ your chonies when you’re on the road.
We find ourselves in Wyatt’s bedroom in his childhood home in Amarillo, Texas. Wyatt is packing the duffle bag that he is currently packing again in Kemah. His mother walks into his room carrying a laundry basket filled with folded clothes.
Wyatt: Yes, Maw, ah’ve got plenty of underwear.
Mrs. Peterson puts the basket on the bed next to the duffle back and grabs a few pairs of folded boxers off of the top, stuffing them into the bag.
Mrs. Peterson: Take a few more. Ya never know when someone will see your undies an’ ya wanna make sure you’re wearin’ clean ones.
Wyatt: Thanks, Maw, but ah’m perdy sure ah told ya that ah didn’t need ya tah do mah laundry.
Mrs. Peterson waves her hand in dismissal.
Mrs. Peterson: Well, ya know…
Wyatt watches his mother as she starts unloading the laundry basket and putting the clothes in his dresser. The last couple of years have been rough on her. The farm was not doing well and she struggled to keep things afloat while Wyatt chased his dreams of becoming a professional wrestler. Today though, she looked different. Her eyes seemed more sunken in and Wyatt noticed that she had lost quite a bit of weight in recent months.
Wyatt: Are ya doin’ alright, Maw? You ain’t lookin’ too good.
Mrs. Peterson: Oh, you know how it is. Just staying busy keeping things moving around here.
Wyatt cocks an eyebrow.
Wyatt: Are ya sure? Ah worry ‘bout ya. Have ya gone tah see Doctor Pepper lately?
Mrs. Peterson: Yeah, ah had a checkup a few weeks ago. He had a few concerns and had me do some blood work. Don’t worry yerself ‘bout me though. You’ve got big things happenin’ with that Amy gal at work. How’s that goin’? Am ah gonna get grandkids soon?
Mrs. Peterson’s attempt to change the subject worked as Wyatt is taken aback by the question.
Wyatt: Maw! Miss Amy is a married woman! Me an’ her are jus’ friends. Yer gonna hafta wait a few more years few grandkids from me.
Mrs. Peterson: Oh…
She looks saddened by this news.
Mrs. Peterson: Look at the time! You’ve gotta get on the road if yer gonna make it tah Dollywood in time for yer show.
Mrs. Peterson grabs a stack of flannel shirt and stuff them into the bag before zipping it up and handing it to her son. Wyatt tosses it over his shoulder.
Wyatt: Yer sure everythin’ is alright?
Mrs. Peterson: Yes! Now get yer butt out the door. I’ll see you in a few weeks. Go kick some butt.
Wyatt smiles at her.
Wyatt: Thanks, Maw.
Wyatt kisses his mother on the cheek and walks out the door and heads down the stairs. Mrs. Peterson stands at the top of the stairs watching her son as a tear starts rolling down her cheek.
***END FLASHBACK SEQUENCE***
We return to the current time where Wyatt is continuing to pack as he tells Tom the story.
Wyatt: She lied tah me.
Tom: What?! What do you mean she lied to you?
Wyatt reaches into his duffle bag and pulls out a folded piece of yellow lined paper. He reaches it out to Tom who grabs it and unfolds it.
Wyatt: When ah unpacked mah bag, ah found that note in there.
Tom starts reading it.
My dearest Wyatt,
I wanted to start by telling you how proud of you I am. You’ve grown into such a strong young gentleman and will make some lady very happy someday. I have enjoyed watching you grow up. From the moment I got to hold you the first time to when you were six years old and starting to play Pee Wee League football all the way to now getting to see you follow your dream of becoming a professional wrestler. I couldn’t be happier to be called your Maw.
The last few months have been really difficult around the farm. The cattle money hasn’t been what it used to be and I have been doing everything I can to make ends meet. The stress of it all was causing me to feel a bit under the weather so I went and saw the doctor about it. He seemed genuinely concerned and did some tests on me. There’s no easy way to say this, but when the results came back, he told me that I’ve got a very advanced stage of cancer. There’s nothing they can do but try to keep me as comfortable as possible until I pass. The doctor says that I’ve got less than a year.
I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you in person. I just couldn’t stand the thought of seeing this break you the way it did me. In fact, I’m sure you can tell from the runny ink spots that I’m crying as I write this to you. I’m so sorry to tell you this way. Please stay strong. I want you to continue chasing your dreams. I will be really mad if I hear that you quit wrestling because of me. I will see you when you finish your tour. Hopefully I will be ready to talk to you face to face by then. I love you, Wyatt.
Love,
Maw
Tom looks up from the letter with tears welling up in his eyes. Wyatt had stopped packing and was now sitting on the end of the bed with his hands over his face as he can’t control his tears anymore and starts bawling. Tom looks down at the letter and back up to his friend as he takes it all in. After several moments, Tom gets up and goes over to his broken friend and sits down on the bed next to him. He puts his arm around Wyatt’s shoulders in a bit of a half hug. The two of them sit there without saying a word for several more minutes. The only sound is that of sobbing and irregular gasps for air between the sobs. Wyatt finally lifts his head from his hands and wipes away the tears. He takes a couple of deep breaths before finally speaking.
Wyatt: Ah dunno what ah’m gonna do, but ah do know that ah need tah be there fer mah maw. Ah didn’t want this tah git out, but ah’m sure it will eventually.
Tom shakes his head.
Tom: It’s something that we will deal with if and when it happens. I’m here to help you through this though. If you want to go home now, I understand. I can talk to Christian and Mark for you.
Wyatt shakes his head back and forth vigorously.
Wyatt: Nu uh! Ah promised Ms. Amy that ah’d be by her side at Summer XXXtreme in a couple of weeks. As much as ah wanna be at home with Maw, she’d kill me if ah let Ms. Amy down. She’s already gonna be mad enough that ah’m steppin’ away as is. You saw what she said in the letter.
Tom nods.
Tom: Well, why don’t we go grab a few beers before we leave town. An extra day here won’t kill us. The beach babes will just have to wait a little longer for me.
Wyatt gives a bit of a smile at Tom’s attempt to cheer him up.
Wyatt: Ah guess a couple of drinks wouldn’t be a bad thing. Lemme jus’ git cleaned up first.
Wyatt gets up off of the bed and wipes the tears from his face before going into the bathroom. The scene fades.
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Three hours later
Monkey Bar
Kemah, Texas
We rejoin “Big Country” Wyatt Peterson and Tom Dudely as they are shooting some pool after several shots of whiskey and a few beers. Both men are quite drunk. Wyatt leans over the pool table and lines up his shot. He pulls back the stick and attempts to hit the cue ball but misses it completely. Both men burst into laughter. Wyatt walks over to Tom and slaps him on the back of the shoulder.
Wyatt: Thanks fer bringin’ me out here, buddy. Ah needed to let loose a lil bit after the last couple o’ weeks.
Tom: No probl… no problem man.
Tom is way more drunk than Wyatt and is having trouble getting words out.
Tom: I’m just glad to be able to…
Tom’s sentence trails off as Wyatt stares at him intently while leaning against his upright pool stick to stay upright.
Wyatt: Ah don’ think ya finished that there sentence.
Tom furrows his brows in deep thought for a moment before shrugging his shoulders.
Tom: My turn!
Tom stumbles his way to line up his shot. He takes several moments lining up the shot, overcorrecting his aim several inches in either direction. Wyatt seems amused as he watched. Tom finally takes his shot, actually connecting with the cue ball, but is unable to sink any of his balls in the pocket. Tom puts his pool stick in an upright position to use as a leaning post just as Wyatt was.
Tom: So, you’re really leav… leav… leeeeeeavvvviiiiiinnngggg SCW in a couple of weeks?
Tom had to really enunciate to get that word out. Wyatt bobs his head in confirmation.
Wyatt: Yup. If it weren’t few that Josh fellow and his pardner Jessie comin’ out tah interrupt me yesterday, ah’d probably be gone already.
Tom wobbles back and forth as he attempts to stabilize himself using the pool stick.
Tom: Yuuuuuppppp… they bit off more than they can chew.
Wyatt takes a swig from a bottle of Budweiser and places it back on the side of the pool table before lining up his next shot.
Wyatt: Yeah, it seems that they like writin’ checks that their asses can’t cash. Ah guess ah’m just gonna hafta take ‘em to the bank.
Wyatt takes his shot, connecting this time and sinking the eleven ball in the corner pocket.
Wyatt: Ah will admit though, the idea of a street fight on a cruise ship sounds pretty fun. Ah’ve been thinkin’ of all types o’ things ah’m hopin’ tah get tah do. Ah’ll be a bit disappointed if we don’t end up in a swimmin’ pool somehow though.
Tom starts laughing but stops all of a sudden and puts his hand over his mouth with a panicked look in his eyes. Wyatt, knowing what’s coming, points across the room.
Wyatt: Ya best get yer ass to the bathroom.
Tom turns and takes two steps in the direction of the bathroom before projectile vomiting onto a passing blonde. Wyatt’s face is one of complete shock, as is the blonde’s who stops for a moment before letting out a horrific shriek and running to the ladies room horrified that she just got puked on. Tom’s mouth is agape as he too looks horrified at what just happened. He turns back to Wyatt.
Tom: I’ve gotta go… now!
Wyatt smirks in amusement before dropping his pool stick onto the table.
Wyatt: Let’s go buddy. Ya can clean up back at the hotel.
The two men stumble out of the bar as the scene fades.