Post by "Rajun Cajun" Beau Thibodeaux on Apr 30, 2008 21:23:30 GMT -6
(Weeks have passed since the last time "The Rajun Cajun" Beau Thibodeaux last stepped in a wrestling ring. He was looking through the latest wrestling observer and saw that Razorback Championship Wrestling was looking for new talent to expand their regional promotion into a national powerhouse. He looks at that ad for a few days. Examining it and deciding whether or not it would be the best move at this point in his career. A few days after reading the ad, he misplaced his magazine, and in turn, the ad for RCW. He figures that it was a sign that it wasn't the right move for him. Then, one lazy Sunday afternoon, after a workout and a hot shower, he lays down on his couch to watch some TV. That's when he saw it. He gets up, and there, under the TV, barely sticking out, is his Wrestling Observer. He pulls it out and there was the ad for RCW again. So he picked up the phone, and made some calls. After booking a motel in Fayetteville, and making an appointment with the RCW Staff, Beau gets packed up.
He makes sure that he has everything, including a car charger for his cell, as he packs everything in his car. He looks back at his mother's house, and his mother is standing on the porch. A tear comes to his eye as he walks over to her.)
"Beau Thibodeaux" - Mom, I know in my heart, that this is the right move for me.
"Mom" - I know, baby boy. If you get in trouble up there, you come on home to momma, and i make you some of that crawfish gumbo you like so much.
"Beau Thibodeaux" - OK, momma, you got it.
(He hugs his mother and walks over to his car. He gets in and drives slowly down the driveway, watching his mother and his home disappear into the rearview. He slowly pulls onto the highway and heads north towards Arkansas. He drives for an hour or so and stops to use the restroom and get some bottled waters. As he is getting back in his car, his cell rings.)
"Beau Thibodeaux" - Who dat?
"Cassie" - Beau, it's me, babydoll.
"Beau Thibodeaux" - Hey baby girl. How ya'll are?
"Cassie" - I am good. Your momma just called me, crying. She says you are heading to Arkansas to wrestle. Were you not going to tell me?
"Beau Thibodeaux" - It's not a done deal, baby girl. I have to go talk to these boys and see what they got for the old Rajun Cajun.
"Cassie" - I want to come up there if you get a deal with this Arkansas group.
"Beau Thibodeaux" - How bout, dis. I will call you when I find something out, and we can make plans then.
"Cassie" - That sounds fair. By the way, go up there and kick ass, honey. Show them that the Rajun Cajun means business.
"Beau Thibodeaux" - You know how I do it, baby girl. The Rajun Cajun always comes to play!
"Cassie" - Be safe and call me when you get there.
"Beau Thibodeaux" - Fo True, girl. Fo True.
"Cassie" - Bye.
(They both hand up and Beau cruises on down the road listening to various radio stations from town to town as his mind wanders to thoughts of his career so far. Winning the Southern Wrestling Leagues Championship a record 5 times. Winning the Florida Wrestling Association's US Championship twice. Being tag team champion in several federations. But none of them really gave the sweet satisfaction that Beau really wanted inside. Nothing will ever fill that void in his soul, or so he thinks. He snaps out of it as he is pulling into Fayetteville. He uses his Tom Tom Navigation device to locate his motel. He checks in and goes into his room. He makes a couple of trips to make sure he gets everything out of his car. He sits down on the end of the bed, thinking of all the perfect things to say to get the job with RCW. He decides that an audition tape is just what he needs to take with him. He rummages through his bags until he finds his camcorder. He pops open a new tape and then puts it in. He turns the camcorder on and sets it up on the TV in the hotel room. He positions it where he can stand and put this together right there in the room. He paces for a few minutes, psyching himself up, before he turns to the camera.)
"Beau Thibodeaux" - How ya'll are? This is Beau Thibodeaux, the Rajun Cajun! And you people at Razorback Championship Wrestling want to know why you should give me a chance. Well the be perfectly honest, I don't have a good enough reason without bringing up my past successes. The past is the past, and now is now. Now, I am just a wrestler looking for a contract and a home. I am the hardest working son of a gun you could ever hope to sign to your federation. I hear all of these other new guys talking about "Saving the RCW". I am not here to save this company. The bottom line is, this company is here to save me. Save me from moving onto another company that might not be as good. Save me from making any more mistakes in my career that will only lead to a downward spiral. A spiral I am just not ready to take.
I know you people are looking for the best, and I am just that. The best. Outside the ring, I am just your normal, every day guy. When I set foot in that ring, I am a machine that doesn't quit until my opponent is bloody and beaten to within an inch of their life. Why should you hire me? My answer. Why the hell not? The Rajun Cajun is here to stay boys. Fo True! Fo True!
(He steps forward and turns the tape off. He rewinds it and then pulls it out of the camcorder. He grabs a pen and marks the tape and puts it in the case. He then takes a long hot shower, trying to calm his nerves and loosen his muscles before a good night's sleep. He lays down in the cold sheets and turns the lights out. The scene fades as he drifts off to sleep, thinking of his impending tryout with Razorback Championship Wrestling.)
He makes sure that he has everything, including a car charger for his cell, as he packs everything in his car. He looks back at his mother's house, and his mother is standing on the porch. A tear comes to his eye as he walks over to her.)
"Beau Thibodeaux" - Mom, I know in my heart, that this is the right move for me.
"Mom" - I know, baby boy. If you get in trouble up there, you come on home to momma, and i make you some of that crawfish gumbo you like so much.
"Beau Thibodeaux" - OK, momma, you got it.
(He hugs his mother and walks over to his car. He gets in and drives slowly down the driveway, watching his mother and his home disappear into the rearview. He slowly pulls onto the highway and heads north towards Arkansas. He drives for an hour or so and stops to use the restroom and get some bottled waters. As he is getting back in his car, his cell rings.)
"Beau Thibodeaux" - Who dat?
"Cassie" - Beau, it's me, babydoll.
"Beau Thibodeaux" - Hey baby girl. How ya'll are?
"Cassie" - I am good. Your momma just called me, crying. She says you are heading to Arkansas to wrestle. Were you not going to tell me?
"Beau Thibodeaux" - It's not a done deal, baby girl. I have to go talk to these boys and see what they got for the old Rajun Cajun.
"Cassie" - I want to come up there if you get a deal with this Arkansas group.
"Beau Thibodeaux" - How bout, dis. I will call you when I find something out, and we can make plans then.
"Cassie" - That sounds fair. By the way, go up there and kick ass, honey. Show them that the Rajun Cajun means business.
"Beau Thibodeaux" - You know how I do it, baby girl. The Rajun Cajun always comes to play!
"Cassie" - Be safe and call me when you get there.
"Beau Thibodeaux" - Fo True, girl. Fo True.
"Cassie" - Bye.
(They both hand up and Beau cruises on down the road listening to various radio stations from town to town as his mind wanders to thoughts of his career so far. Winning the Southern Wrestling Leagues Championship a record 5 times. Winning the Florida Wrestling Association's US Championship twice. Being tag team champion in several federations. But none of them really gave the sweet satisfaction that Beau really wanted inside. Nothing will ever fill that void in his soul, or so he thinks. He snaps out of it as he is pulling into Fayetteville. He uses his Tom Tom Navigation device to locate his motel. He checks in and goes into his room. He makes a couple of trips to make sure he gets everything out of his car. He sits down on the end of the bed, thinking of all the perfect things to say to get the job with RCW. He decides that an audition tape is just what he needs to take with him. He rummages through his bags until he finds his camcorder. He pops open a new tape and then puts it in. He turns the camcorder on and sets it up on the TV in the hotel room. He positions it where he can stand and put this together right there in the room. He paces for a few minutes, psyching himself up, before he turns to the camera.)
"Beau Thibodeaux" - How ya'll are? This is Beau Thibodeaux, the Rajun Cajun! And you people at Razorback Championship Wrestling want to know why you should give me a chance. Well the be perfectly honest, I don't have a good enough reason without bringing up my past successes. The past is the past, and now is now. Now, I am just a wrestler looking for a contract and a home. I am the hardest working son of a gun you could ever hope to sign to your federation. I hear all of these other new guys talking about "Saving the RCW". I am not here to save this company. The bottom line is, this company is here to save me. Save me from moving onto another company that might not be as good. Save me from making any more mistakes in my career that will only lead to a downward spiral. A spiral I am just not ready to take.
I know you people are looking for the best, and I am just that. The best. Outside the ring, I am just your normal, every day guy. When I set foot in that ring, I am a machine that doesn't quit until my opponent is bloody and beaten to within an inch of their life. Why should you hire me? My answer. Why the hell not? The Rajun Cajun is here to stay boys. Fo True! Fo True!
(He steps forward and turns the tape off. He rewinds it and then pulls it out of the camcorder. He grabs a pen and marks the tape and puts it in the case. He then takes a long hot shower, trying to calm his nerves and loosen his muscles before a good night's sleep. He lays down in the cold sheets and turns the lights out. The scene fades as he drifts off to sleep, thinking of his impending tryout with Razorback Championship Wrestling.)
