Writing New Stories

The cold open fades in from black to a back hallway entrance of the MGM Grand Garden Arena in Las Vegas, Nevada. The camera shifts to a set of double doors, which open outward as Nova and his crew enter the arena. Nova stops, and two men in suits move past him.

Nova: Benj…Dickie…

The two men turn back to look at him. He holds out a hand and massages his forehead with the other.

Nova: Don’t…fuckin’…don’t…touch anything. And don’t talk to Troy. Just please wait for me backstage and we can go from there, okay?

They nod and head off down the hallway. Nova takes a few more steps forward and then pauses, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. When he opens them, his eyes catch on a large framed poster on the wall.

PRIME Presents
Tropical Turmoil
August 28, 2005
#1 Contender’s Match for the Universal Championship
Brandon Youngblood vs. Vangelus Olsig vs. Angelo Deville vs. Aimz vs. Nova vs. Ellis Easton

Nova turns and gestures to the last member of his entourage, a young man with striking hazel eyes clad in a black and neon blue PRIME hoodie.

Nova: David, come over here.

David walks over to the promotional poster. Nova looks the poster up and down, shaking his head as he stares at the images of the faces scattered around the edges of the poster frame.

Nova: God, we were young then. 

Nova turns his eyes back towards the double doors they entered moments ago. David turns his head back as well, eyes darting between the empty hallway and Nova’s face. 

Nova: (wiping a tear out of his eye) Time to write some new stories.

Nova gently pounds a fist against the poster, turns, and claps a hand on David’s shoulder, an impish grin forming on his face.

Nova: Let’s get to work.