My First Match

The scene opens up as we see a young, white, thin 18 year old Larkyn Matthew standing in street clothes at a Taco Bell counter. He leans over the counter talking to a man of Hispanic decent, wearing his Taco Bell uniform. While Larkyn's hair is poofy and curled, the Taco Bell employee's hair is raised and short. This is Larkyn Matthew of course and his friend and co-worker, Declan. We open in the middle of their conversation.

Larkyn: "I am so happy to team with Anthony Pagano. At first I wasn't but then my trainer was telling me that I need to just roll with it. I don't know the guy but I have been reading up on him and me and him are both newcomers so hopefully we will make waves, you know?"

Declan: "So what happens if I end up getting to come there? Are you going to tag with this guy forever?"

Larkyn: "D, I don't know man. We can be a tag team in the future but if you wanted to be a tag team you should have joined Canadian X Pro."

Declan: "Or you could've come with me."

Larkyn: "Hey buddy I will come watch you wrestle but I need your support now! I have never been to Canada and I am so excited and nervous. This is my first wrestling match eeeeeeee--e-e-e-e-everrrr as Y2J says bro."

Declan: "Man I know you will kill em. Good luck man I have to get back to work."

They slap hands and Declan heads to the back to make some more tacos. Larkyn flags down the manager.

Larkyn: "Hey Mark."

Mark: "Sup Larkyn?"

Larkyn: "Can I get my paycheck, puhleease?"

Mark: "Oh, yeah of course!"

Mark heads over to the lock-box and opens it up. He sorts through the paychecks and grabs Larkyn's and locks the box up before bringing it back to him and handing it to him over the counter.

Mark: "Here ya go!"

Larkyn: "Thanks bossman!"

Mark: "Not a problem."

Mark heads back to the office as Larkyn heads for the door. He walks out and opens the envelope with his check inside and gets a depressed look on his face.



He leans up against his black, rusted, beat-up Honda Civic, and sighs.

Larkyn: "What a shit check. Oh well, at least my parents got me covered. But fuck, I can't live off them forever. Hopefully this contract with Canadian X Pro is going to make me RICH!"

He smiles and opens the car door, hopping in. After a couple attempts, the door finally shuts and locks into place. Larkyn sighs.

Larkyn: "Fuck, when are they gonna get me a new whip? This shit is fucked up. We're fucking rich for fucks sake."

His phone rings. It's Tyga's "Molly". The word "molly" is repeated about a hundred times, or so it'd seem, while Larkyn looks at his phone and contemplates answering.

Larkyn: "Hey, Dad."

He puts the phone on SPEAKER and puts it on his car's dash while he sits there. He grabs the crank on the door and rolls the window down. Yes, he rolls the window down. This car is old.

Dad: "What are you up to? Going to be home in time for dinner tonight?"

Larkyn: "Yeah, dude, chill."

Dad: "I'm not DUDE. I'm dad. Get that right."

Larkyn: "Sorry, dad. I told you though I have to get right to bed though and wake up early. You still gonna take me to LAX tomorrow?"

Dad: "No problem there. You ready for your big debut for CXP?"

Larkyn: "Ready? I don't know. I'm not sure what to expect. I have a partner that I barely know, and he won't reply to my tweets."

Dad: "I saw that."

Larkyn: "Don't stalk my Twitter."

Dad: "I wouldn't call it stalking. I just happen to see this stuff. How about your opponents?"

Larkyn: "Um, like, What about them?"

Dad: "Who are they? What's their deal?"

Larkyn: "Du- uh, dad, I don't know. I know one of them is John Pariee, Pariah, something like that."

Dad: "Oh, Pariah."

Larkyn: "Yeah, you know him?"

Dad: "Yeah, I sure do. He's a beast in the ring."

Larkyn: "Oh fucking great."

Dad: "Watch it your mouth."

Larkyn: "Sorry. Shawn Cage is the other guy."

Dad: "I'm not familiar with him."

Larkyn: "I'm not either. I haven't really had the time to research..."

Larkyn sighs.

Dad: "You know tha - .. * ... nt, right?"

Larkyn: "What? You broke up a little there."

Larkyn grabs his phone and checks for how many bars are on his phone.

Dad: "I said you know that you should do your research and that's very important, right?"

Larkyn: "Yeahhhhh.. I know. I did see Shawn Cage cut a promo. Said something about me not being dedicated. I don't agree with that one bit, though. I'm not in this for no games. I'm dedicated, dad."

Dad: "I am sure you are, son. But you've got to put a little more work into it. There's more to this than just going to the gym or going to work in the ring. You've got to do your research on these guys. What else did he have to say?"

Larkyn: "I don't know.."

Dad: "Nothing, at all?"

Larkyn: "Dad, I don't know."

Dad: "..."

Larkyn: "Dad?"

Dad: "You really need to take this seriously, Larkyn. If you're going to succeed, you need to take this seriously."

Larkyn: "Dad, I AM! I am taking this seriously. I just haven't had time, okay?"

Dad: "If you want to be a part-timer and a weekend warrior, then that's all you ever will be. I want you to succeed and make a name for yourself. I want you to carry on the legacy of the Matthew name. Do you want the same thing?"

Larkyn: "Ugh, dad, of course. But you must understand how nervous I am. I spent two hours yesterday trying to get my damn passport in fucking 100 degree heat."

Dad: "Language."

Larkyn: "Sorry."

Dad: "Stop making excuses. This is a full-time job. This could get you out of Taco Bell and out of that old beater you're driving for good."

Larkyn: "Why can't you or mom just buy me one? Come on."

Dad: "Larkyn."

Larkyn: "Okay, okay."

Dad: "Now, hurry up. We're making dinner. It's going to get cold if you don't get here on time."

Larkyn: "All right, I'm coming home. See you soon, Dad."

Dad: "Bye."

The call ends and Larkyn sighs. He starts up the car and puts the phone back in his pocket. He looks at himself in the rearview mirror and starts to pysch himself up.

Larkyn: "All right, Larkyn. You've got the second match on the card. You still have time to do more research. You can still work with your partner and make this happen. Cage and Pariah can't escape with the win. This is your first match ever. You must make this something special. You can do it. I can do it."

He nods, and looks out the back window, before starting to back out of the parking spot. He heads on out of the parking lot of Taco Bell as the scene fades to black.