Post by Travis Beckham on Jul 15, 2008 22:15:11 GMT -5
The scene opens in the lobby of a large hotel in Anaheim, California. It is Tuesday night, the night before AWG Authenticity where the Tag Team titles will be on the line in the main event. Many people crowd the lobby as a large man busts through the front door of the hotel, pushing his way past a couple dressed to go out for the night. Upon closer inspection, the man is identified as Travis Beckham. He continues to push past hotel patrons and employees, eventually nearly knocking over a small employee as he pushes his way toward the main elevator.
Hotel Employee: Excuse me sir, you…
Beckham: Not now man, just stay out of my way.
Travis interrupts the man as he begins to frantically press the “up” button. After a few moments of awkward silence the doors open and Travis steps into the elevator, quickly pressing the button for the top floor. All the remaining people take a step back, opting to wait for the next one, leaving Travis alone. The doors close and he begins his ascent.
Beckham: That a**hole better be here.
Travis impatiently taps his hand on his side as the elevator slowly climbs. The terrible music only adds to his frustration. Finally, after what seems like hours, the elevator stops and the doors open. Travis quickly exit’s the elevator, making his way down the long hallway. Finally he makes it to a large door at the end of the hallway and frantically begins pounding on the door.
Beckham: Nas! Nas, you there!? Open up!
Travis continues to knock, but there is no immediate answer.
Beckham: Nas!
Travis stops knocking and presses his ear to the door. After listening to silence for a moment, he angrily kicks the door. All of the noise has prompted one man to step out into the hallway to see what is going on.
Man: What the hell is going on!?
Travis stakes a few steps toward the much smaller man, who instantly begins to step back into his room.
Beckham: None of your damn business!
The man quickly steps beck inside and shuts his door. Travis shakes his head and pulls out his cell phone. He begins to frantically pace back and forth in the hallway as he dials the numbers and presses the phone to his ear. After a few rings, the other end is picked up and a familiar voice is heard on the other end.
Voice: Hello?
Beckham: Jag! Listen, I can’t find Nas anywhere. He was supposed to meet me this morning and never showed, and I haven’t seen or heard from him since!
Travis waits for a response from Jagger, but only a women’s playful laugh can be heard coming from the other end.
Beckham: Jag! Are you listening!?
Jagger returns to the conversation.
Jagger: Yeah….yeah, something about breakfast in the morning.
Beckham: Wait…what!?!
Beckham quickly gets even more irritated as the women’s laugh can be heard again.
Beckham: Listen Jag, tell your bitch to hang on a minute…
That comment grabs Jagger’s attention and snaps him into the conversation.
Beckham: …I have no idea where Nasdaq is. He’s been missing all day. He’s not answering his cell and he’s not in his room.
Jagger: Wait…Nas is missing?
Beckham: Yes…that’s what I’ve been trying to tell you. I have no idea where he is, and we have our title shot tomorrow night!
Jagger: Alright, where are you now?
Beckham: In the hallway on Nas’ floor.
Jagger: Alright, head down to you room and I’ll meet you there. This isn’t like him to go missing like this.
Beckham: Thanks man.
Travis shuts his phone and makes his way back to the elevator. He presses the button and instantly the door opens. He steps inside and presses a button. The scene fades as the doors shut and Travis disappears behind them.
Hotel Employee: Excuse me sir, you…
Beckham: Not now man, just stay out of my way.
Travis interrupts the man as he begins to frantically press the “up” button. After a few moments of awkward silence the doors open and Travis steps into the elevator, quickly pressing the button for the top floor. All the remaining people take a step back, opting to wait for the next one, leaving Travis alone. The doors close and he begins his ascent.
Beckham: That a**hole better be here.
Travis impatiently taps his hand on his side as the elevator slowly climbs. The terrible music only adds to his frustration. Finally, after what seems like hours, the elevator stops and the doors open. Travis quickly exit’s the elevator, making his way down the long hallway. Finally he makes it to a large door at the end of the hallway and frantically begins pounding on the door.
Beckham: Nas! Nas, you there!? Open up!
Travis continues to knock, but there is no immediate answer.
Beckham: Nas!
Travis stops knocking and presses his ear to the door. After listening to silence for a moment, he angrily kicks the door. All of the noise has prompted one man to step out into the hallway to see what is going on.
Man: What the hell is going on!?
Travis stakes a few steps toward the much smaller man, who instantly begins to step back into his room.
Beckham: None of your damn business!
The man quickly steps beck inside and shuts his door. Travis shakes his head and pulls out his cell phone. He begins to frantically pace back and forth in the hallway as he dials the numbers and presses the phone to his ear. After a few rings, the other end is picked up and a familiar voice is heard on the other end.
Voice: Hello?
Beckham: Jag! Listen, I can’t find Nas anywhere. He was supposed to meet me this morning and never showed, and I haven’t seen or heard from him since!
Travis waits for a response from Jagger, but only a women’s playful laugh can be heard coming from the other end.
Beckham: Jag! Are you listening!?
Jagger returns to the conversation.
Jagger: Yeah….yeah, something about breakfast in the morning.
Beckham: Wait…what!?!
Beckham quickly gets even more irritated as the women’s laugh can be heard again.
Beckham: Listen Jag, tell your bitch to hang on a minute…
That comment grabs Jagger’s attention and snaps him into the conversation.
Beckham: …I have no idea where Nasdaq is. He’s been missing all day. He’s not answering his cell and he’s not in his room.
Jagger: Wait…Nas is missing?
Beckham: Yes…that’s what I’ve been trying to tell you. I have no idea where he is, and we have our title shot tomorrow night!
Jagger: Alright, where are you now?
Beckham: In the hallway on Nas’ floor.
Jagger: Alright, head down to you room and I’ll meet you there. This isn’t like him to go missing like this.
Beckham: Thanks man.
Travis shuts his phone and makes his way back to the elevator. He presses the button and instantly the door opens. He steps inside and presses a button. The scene fades as the doors shut and Travis disappears behind them.