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| We open with an exterior shot of a hospital somewhere in Florida. We cut inside to a waiting room. We see Chelsea pacing, Masked Jobber 2 sleeping sitting up in a chair, Tooth-Pac sipping from a bottle of water, and Shirley and Victoria sitting together, looking concerned. It was just a short time ago Sharc was brought to this hospital by ambulance after a brutal in-ring assault by Syth and Andy Extreme on Shockwave. Static We open in a hallway. We see Sharc walking down the hall from behind. CHELSEA: Rich, where are you going? You need help! SHARC: (He stops and turns around, face still covered in dried blood.) No. I don't need any help. Andy Extreme needs serious help. Syth needs serious help. Me, I just got a grade 1 concussion, my doctor says. I have never had a concussion in my life, and this ain't anything I'm worried about. So I'll make this simple for you. You are driving me wherever the hell I want to go, or you can go the hell home. That's your choices. CHELSEA: Okay. If you say you're okay, I believe you. Don't try to hurt ME though. SHARC: Whatever. Let's go. Cam. It's time. And you know what I mean. Static We open back in a hotel room. Victoria has the camera now as we see Cam lugging in a very large duffel bag. He drops the bag on the only bed in the room. SHARC: (He comes out of the bathroom, now cleaned up, wearing black sweatpants and a Death T-shirt.) Dump it. Cam unzips the bag. He pulls out an Aiwa stereo. He then pulls out a pair of big headphones in a plastic bag. He takes out the headphones and unwraps the cord. Cam gets down on his hands and knees and unplugs the light beside the bed and plugs in the stereo, which lights up with some sort of flashing game on the control panel. Sharc sets up the stereo on the table, picks up the lamp and throws it at the wall, with a crash, as the light bulb shatters and the lamp falls in pieces behind a chair in the corner. Sharc plugs in the headphones, hits a button and a CD shelf opens. Cam is back at the bag. He dumps out the rest of the contents. A pile of CDs falls onto the bed. CHELSEA: What the hell. Shirley walks over to the bed. She picks up some of the CDs and shows them to the camera. Cancer "To The Gory End"; Brutal Truth "Extreme Conditions Demand Extreme Responses"; Deicide "Once Upon The Cross"; Obituary "World Demise"; Sepultura "Beneath The Remains"; Slayer "Reign In Blood"; Death "Scream Bloody Gore"; Cryptopsy "Whisper Supremacy"; Morbid Angel "Altars of Madness"; Napalm Death "Utopia Banished"; Possessed "Seven Churches"; Venom "Welcome To Hell"; Mayhem "De Mysterius Dom Sathanas"; Entombed "Left Hand Path"; Cannibal Corpse "Eaten Back To Life" and Grave "Soulless." But there are up to a hundred more on the bed which she doesn't even bother showing up. SHIRLEY: My God. SHARC: What? SHIRLEY: These are all your CDs. SHARC: Yes. SHIRLEY: Why do you have them out. SHARC: Think a second. I have CDs. I have a CD player. I have headphones. Do I have to spell everything out for everybody in this company? And in my own group? I plan on having myself a little one man listening party for the next couple of days. I plan on doing nothing but listening to the most soulless music in the world, picturing Andy Extreme dead, and then, going through with it Friday. And yeah Cam, I heard what you said. I know I have to face three other people in the match. But I'm telling you something Andy. I'm not coming for them. I don't give a (beep) about winning the match. I don't care about Dysan. I don't care about Syth right now. I don't care who the mystery guy is. I got one target. You. You see, Andy, it's a proven medical fact, that people who listen to death metal for long periods of time have violent tendencies, more so than usual. They also have less of a conscious. And since I've been in TWW, I haven't needed to resort to this yet. But thanks to you, I'm doing it now. I'm drowning my soul. I'm drowning my conscious. And I'm thinking of nothing but tearing you apart. So when we meet again Friday, I'm not going to wrestle you. I'm not going to hit wrestling moves on you. I'm going to bludgeon you with chairs. I'm going to put you through tables. I'm going to shred you with barbed wire. I'm going to use nails, fire, tacks, glass, whatever I can get my hands on. And I've got something very special in mind for you. But I'm going to surprise you Friday. You see, after taking you to hell in this world, I'm going to try and send you there for real. Because you're going to hell. I'm going to hell. And when we're in hell, I'll kick your ass there too. So if you have a God, pray to him. I'm shutting my God out right now. Because Friday, bitch, I'm your God. And I'm sentencing you to an eternity of suffering. And if you survive what I have for you, at Mind Games, I'll finish the job. And I got a special little challenge for you. You like chairs, don't you? I'm challenging you to a match that no company has had the balls to do. A match that so far has been too extreme for any fed. You like getting extreme don't you? How about this then. There is this match I like to call the pathway to hell match. Here's how it works. The two of us start fighting on the stage. The aisle is covered in chairs. The ringside area is covered in chairs. The ring is covered in chairs. And hanging above the ring is a pair of handcuffs and a night stick. Which means somebody has to climb up there with a 15-foot ladder and get them, handcuff their opponent, and knock them unconscious. I know you like doing that. I want nothing else than to do that to you at Mind Games. If you have the balls, accept the stipulation Mr. Extreme. Mr. I'll do anything to win. SHARC: And booking committee, my buddy John Leary. I think it's really funny how you pieces of (beep) tell me to change my character. You tell me not to swear. You tell me to get rid of my group. And what happens. Bull (beep)! Andy, you showed everyone just a few days ago how pathetic you have become. Two of the worst (beep) promos I have ever seen in my life! Leary, you want to test me? You want to see how far you can push me? Watch what I do to Andy Extreme. Watch as I break his neck one day soon and drive him out of this company! Everyone knows Dysan and I would have beaten you two little bitches if not for you beating the (beep) out of us with handcuffs and a chair. You two bitches have nothing on me. So Dysan, you know I'm a man of my word. You take care of Syth, I'll take care of Andy. And if that mystery guy wants to stick his nose in, we'll beat the hell into him when we get through shredding Syth and Andy. Andy, you know how you said those were the best promos of your life? Well I hope you enjoyed them that much. Because they'll be the last memories you have of this business. They both sucked, but hey, if you liked 'em, that's all that's important. You are very soon going to wish you did quit this company. And Syth, you are a waste of flesh. You do the same promo over and over and over. I can't believe you are considered a mid-carder. I guess that shows just how bad the booking in this company is. So crucify all my followers. Crucify all Dysan's followers you want. The truth is, you suck. Nobody cares what you have to say because we've all heard it a thousand times. So, be happy with your beating right now. You know why? Because I ain't close to broke yet boys. You may have knocked me out. But I look at it as you woke me the hell up. You didn't finish the job. You didn't injure me. You didn't run me out of this company. The fact is, you just pissed me off. You just made me get more vicious. What doesn't kill me makes me stronger. And Friday, you are going to feel my vengeance. And it is going to be something you will never forget. This company wants angles and character development. I give them both and they piss all over me. So screw that. I'm telling you how it's going. Don't expect me to follow any rules out there now. I despise Andy more than life. Look at these song titles. They'll spell it out for you. Every time the song "Blood Bath" blasts through my ears, it'll be your blood I visualize spilling. When I hear "Shredded Humans," I think of Andy and Syth. "Torn To Pieces," you. "Walking Corpse," Andy Extreme. SHARC: So I'm going into my own world for a while now. And when it's time, I'll come to the show Friday. There will be a look in my eyes that has only been seen in mass murderers. In serial killers. In killers, period. A blank look. As if their soul has left the body. Because I am casting my own soul out of my body to do what needs to be done to you two. And my soul ain't coming back until I'm through disposing of your bodies. How do you hurt a man who has no feeling left inside? How do you break a man who breaks himself? How do you defeat a man who is possessed by evil in league with Satan? The real question should be, how the hell are you going to survive against me? I will take every fusion. Every extreme dream. And every weapon you hit me with, I will take it and keep getting up. Because Friday, I will be a human zombie. You may rip my body to shreds, but it won't stop me on my quest for blood. Because I won't feel a damn thing except pleasure, whether it's inflicting pain on you, or having it inflicted on me. And I'll hit blood in the water on you Andy. And I'll hit it on you Syth. But I'm not going to pin you. Oh no. I'm going to keep beating you until the both of YOU are unconscious. I am going to beat you until your blood stains the wrestling ring. If Dysan wants, he can pin you. I could care less about that right now though. The only thing on my mind right now. Andy. Andy. (He picks up the headphones and puts them on his head.) Andy. Andy. (He picks up a CD and puts it in the tray.) Andy. Andy. (He puts a second CD in the tray and rotates the tray.) Andy. Andy. Andy. Andy. (He puts a third CD in the shelf and hits the play button.) Shut the lights out on your way out. Don't come back until I tell you to. Chelsea, this ain't no place for you tonight. We hear blistering metal riffs begin to blast over the headphones. Chelsea moves toward him, but Sharc sticks a middle finger up in her face and points atthe door. Her lower lip quivers, and she turns and runs out of the room. The rest of the group leaves. Sharc stares at the camera and points at the door. Static |
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