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| We open with an exterior shot of yet another hospital, a very familiar sight as of late for the hundreds, all right, handful of Sharc fans in the world. Hell, let's be honest, take away the lesbians and you have, Sharc. A man alone. Just like he was a man alone on a deadly mission Friday at Shockwave. The cameras cut inside to a small conference room of sorts. The walls are white and made out of some sort of strange material. The carpet is a dull red, and in the middle of the room sits a small round table and three chairs. Chelsea is sitting in a chair facing a small television set, flanked by Shirley and Victoria. Jenny is staring out the dirty window. It appears to be sometime in the early morning as the sun is bright on the walls. In walk two short doctors. Chelsea stands up, then quickly sits down as she realizes it is just Tooth-Pac and Masked Jobber 2 dressed up in hospital gear. VICTORIA: Where'd you steal that from? MJ2: It was just sitting in some bin down the hall. SHIRLEY: Oh God, that was probably the dirty laundry cart. TOOTH-PAC: No worries. Now in walks a real doctor. MJ2: Doctor! TOOTH-PAC: Doctor! DOCTOR: Who are you two? MJ2: Doctor! TOOTH-PAC: Dentist. CHELSEA: (She angrily shoves MJ2 head first into the wall and kicks Tooth-Pac in the nuts.) You two are really starting to get on my nerves. I mean, you're funny and all, but this is not a time to be doing comedy. Grow the hell up. TOOTH-PAC: Sorry (he squeaks out). CHELSEA: How is he? DOCTOR: Well, he seems fine amazingly. He suffered some very minor burns to his back, but I guess he had a couple of shirts on during the fall. CHELSEA: Yeah, he was well prepared. It was the landing bit I was scared about. I thought he might be paralyzed. DOCTOR: Amazingly, he seems fine. He's got feeling in his legs, he's having no trouble walking around or talking now. The only thing, he doesn't remember what happened. SHIRLEY: He what? DOCTOR: Well, I asked him a bunch of questions. Mother's name. Where he was born. Birthday. That type of basic stuff. Then I asked him why he's here. He stared at my blankly and said he didn't remember. VICTORIA: How could he not remember falling from 20 feet up through burning tables wrapped in barbed wire and crashing to the steel stage? CHELSEA: Could the blow have given him short term memory loss? DOCTOR: It's possible. Tell me, what sort of state was he in before the accident. SHIRLEY: Accident! CHELSEA: (She mouths something at Shirley and turns back to the doctor.) Nothing out of the usual I don't think. VICTORIA: Chelsea. CHELSEA: I said nothing. He was fine. DOCTOR: Okay. Then I would suspect that landing must have done it. CHELSEA: Can I go see him? DOCTOR: Sure. Static We open up in Sharc's hospital room. He is zipping up his black hooded sweatshirt and drags his bag up onto the bed. A plate full of food is splattered on the floor straight across from his bed. Chelsea slowly walks toward him. CHELSEA: Rich? SHARC: (He turns around and looks at her for a second.) Hey. CHELSEA: Are you okay? SHARC: Yeah. Nothing I can complain about. CHELSEA: (She walks closer to him.) You don't have to hide anything from me. If you hurt, you should let me know. SHARC: No, really, I can't complain. I feel kind of like I just had that, what do they call it, you know, when they stick pins in your back for therapy? Acupuncture. My back is tingling. I haven't felt this good in a while. I'll be fine after a massage back at the hotel. CHELSEA: You don't remember why you're here? SHARC: No. (It almost looks like he starts to smile, but Sharc starts coughing.) You ready to go Chelsea? CHELSEA: There's something we need to get straight first. Or else, I don't know. He sits on the edge of his bed. The other room in the bed is empty. She sits on the edge of that bed and looks down at her hands for a few seconds before talking. CHELSEA: Remember how after. I mean, at the hotel. I mean. All I've seen here in TWW is marriages breaking up. I mean, I know we're not married, but, I really love you Rich. And what happened Friday really scared me. And what happened even before the match when you threw me away. I know you love wrestling. But I need to know, I guess, that you still love me. SHARC: (He is silent for a few seconds, staring at Chelsea.) This is a very tough profession, especially for women in our lives. I know that. That's why I bring you with me. I don't want you being bored to death back at home, having some weak ass long distance relationship with me. What you saw Wednesday I guess, was me. Me at my lowest point. Me focused like I have never been focused before in my life. That match for me Friday was the Stanley Cup. The Super Bowl. I guess I didn't win, but I'll tell you what, there is nobody who watched that show and will forget what happened. CHELSEA: So you do remember. SHARC: Remember what? CHELSEA: What happened. What you did to Andy. SHARC: Okay. I'll have to see the videotape. CHELSEA: Wait a second. SHARC: I'm not lying to you. If I did what I planned to do, then I am halfway to my goal. Halfway to destroying Andy Extreme. Do I hurt right now? Yeah, I'm sore as hell. But I'll get over it. Wounds heal. But what happened Friday was not meant to just be a physical wound. That was meant to be a mental wound. He made a statement. I answered. He knocked me out with chairs. I sent his ass to hell. And yeah, I'm sure I didn't finish the job. I'm sure Andy is still breathing. That's good. Because at Mind Games, we finish this thing once and for all. We settle up and see who is the bigger man. Not who has the bigger mouth or the bigger ego. The man who does what he says and doesn't say what he will do. You see Andy. CHELSEA: Rich. We're not doing a promo on Andy right now. SHARC: Oh, sorry, habit and all. Where were we? CHELSEA: I need to know if you still love me and if you still want me. Because if not, I'll go. As much as it will hurt me, I will go. SHARC: Is this because I lost? CHELSEA: What? No. It's because you hit blood in the water through three stacked burning tables wrapped in barbed wire from the top of the Tidaltron! SHARC: Ah yes. Plans did go through. Sweet. CHELSEA: Rich. You were knocked out. Andy was knocked out. I never knew if I'd ever get to see you alive again, and the last memory I would have of you would be you sticking up a middle finger in my face and telling me to (beep) off. SHARC: I never told you to (beep) off. CHELSEA: No, you didn't say it. Sorry. (She is crying now.) You never SAY anything right. You just do stuff. You don't care what happens to you or me. SHARC: You're damn wrong there. (He gets up and sits beside her on the bed.) Chelsea, there is nobody in this world more important to me than you. CHELSEA: Bull. SHARC: Honestly. Look, when I go out to the ring, whether I'm trying to get the fans to love me or hate me, I'm giving everything in my body I have so when those fans leave, they can say that was the best show I've ever been too. And the next thought. Man, I can't believe what Sharc did tonight. That move will be in every highlight package this company puts out. That match will be a match of the year candidate. Maybe not for pure wrestling, but for pure intensity. And look at me. I'm banged up, yeah. My head hurts. My back hurts a little. I'm a little toasty. But I'm alive, and my body can take the abuse. As a matter of fact, I feel more alive right now than I have in a while. Maybe I didn't win the match. But so what? Winning is really just a bonus right now. Right now I'm showing everyone in this company that I am willing to do anything to win. They want me to get extreme, I'll get more extreme than a guy who has extreme in his name. They want me to mat wrestle, I'll fight the best. They want me in tag matches, I'll do that. I am willing to do anything, I'm willing to lose and I'm willing to put on the best damn show I can. That is one thing you have to get straight. You have to separate yourself from me at times. Because cute little comedy skits might work, but they might not work. Damn serious promos may work, they may not. I never know. I don't know what the bookers really want from me because it seems to change every week. So you know what, I'm going to be me. This is who I am right now. You are a huge part of that. And I know I treated you horribly this week, and I am sorrier than you can even imagine. But sometimes, my true nature, my hateful personality, my callous personality, it comes out. Especially when I'm abused. That's what happened in that tag match. So guess what took over. My survival instinct. My pay back. I can tell I hurt you pretty bad. But you have to know how I feel. CHELSEA: (She stands up and slowly walks toward the door.) You know what I just heard? SHARC: What? CHELSEA: Neither do I. (She walks out of the room.) SHARC: (He gets up and runs out after her. The camera follows and Sharc grabs her arm in the hallway.) What do you want? I'm not perfect. But all I know is I can't do this without you. CHELSEA: Yes you can. All you have to do is let yourself go. All you have to do is go into your own little psychotic world which is where you seem like you want to go. You seem to forget the scene I remember most, the day we flew out to the show. We came to collect you. Food thrown everywhere. All the furniture tossed over. Broken glass. Trash everywhere. Vomit. It was disgusting. And somehow you thought that was going to make you win? SHARC: That match was not about winning. After losing that match with Dysan against Syth and Andy, that really hurt. That hurt like hell. But what did you want me to do. Come back all smiles, and say, I'll get them next time. That ain't me. I'm a competitor. I'm sorry you got your feelings hurt. I'm sorry I can't be perfect like the Graduate or Dysan. They have natural talent. I need to work like a bastard to do what they do with ease. CHELSEA: Let go of me. SHARC: What? CHELSEA: You don't hear yourself. Do you? Excuses, excuses, excuses. It's never your (beep) fault. It's me, or Andy, or somebody. I'm sorry I'm dragging you down so much Rich. Let me just get out of your life. SHARC: No. CHELSEA: Excuse me? SHARC: No. He stares at her. She stares at him. They say nothing. He lets go of her arm. CHELSEA: What? Sharc shakes his head and turns from her. CHELSEA: Rich? SHARC: Chelsea, I don't know what else to say. I'm sorry. (He turns around.) I just thought very quickly. You know what? I'm not doing this if you're leaving. CHELSEA: Rich. SHARC: Seriously. I'll quit TWW. I'll quit it all. I don't need this company. I cannot picture life without you there to be part of it. Yeah, maybe it'll be scary at times, maybe it'll be more fun than you think is possible at times, maybe it'll be boring at times, but at least we'll be together all the way. Do I still love you? More than anything. Am I an asshole. At times, yes. Should I treat you like crap, no. I know all the answers. I just don't know. CHELSEA: God, why is this so confusing? SHARC: I don't know. Static We open with an exterior shot of Tidal Wave Wrestling Entertainment headquarters. Ah yes, the building nicknamed evil central. What an architect. Nothing but glass and that evil TWW logo. Cameras cut inside the building. The camera heads up an empty hallway. We move past several closed doors and eventually end up in the games room. We see Sharc sitting at a table with Just Moe playing some cards. SHARC: He really said that? MOE: Yeah. The nerve, huh? SHARC: Jeez. I will never look at Chris Matthews the same way again. MOE: Hell, you should have heard what EOE told me about Syth. SHARC: Oh? MOE: Very funny stuff. Hey, what's with the camera? SHARC: (He turns.) Oh hey Cam. CAM: Who is he? MOE: Moe. CAM: Moe who? MOE: Just, Moe. SHARC: Jeez, pay-per-view names, gimmick infringement, what's next? Are we going to start rumors about buying ITR or something? MOE: ITR? SHARC: Yeah. Haven't you heard of that? MOE: Well, I heard TWW might buy WCW. SHARC: No kidding. MOE: Yeah. Unless the WWF thing works out of course. But you know how I see it. McMahon ran every promoter out of business in the 80s, except one. A company then called the NWA. The NWA, which now, is WCW. McMahon advances to go and collects millions. WWF Monopoly. I don't like it. CAM: Uh, Sharc, John needs to talk to you. SHARC: Okay. Let's finish this dude. MOE: (He looks over his cards. He puts them down.) Three queens and two jacks baby. SHARC: WTF? How can you have three queens? (He throws down the exact same hand, a queen of diamonds, clubs and spades and a jack of diamonds and clubs.) Your cheating you bastard. MOE: I'm cheating? Hey, I'm not the one who's been losing recently. SHARC: That's low, Moe. MOE: I know. SHARC: I have to go. MOE: Hey, you owe. SHARC: I know. MOE: Not so fast, you can't go. SHARC: Okay, I'll go slow (he says walking in slow motion). MOE: Damn. Static Sharc exits the elevator on the executive floor. We see a beautiful young brunette sitting behind a desk straight ahead. Sharc, wearing a multi-colored flannel shirt, blue jeans and brown hiking boots, walks right up to her. SHARC: Hello. John is expecting me. SECRETARY: I'll buzz him. (She picks up the phone and hits a quick call button.) Sharc and friend to see you. I'll let him know. Have a seat, Mr. Leary will be right with you. SHARC: Thanks darlin'. Sharc heads left and jumps into a purple couch. He puts his feet up on a glass coffee table and bangs away on the cushions to some song in his head. The only sound is of the secretary typing away on her keyboard. The phone rings and she picks it up and begins chatting away with someone. Sharc looks around at the lobby. A bunch of those silly little office plants in every corner. Plush purple rug. Purple walls, the same material almost as what was in the hospital earlier, this stuff looks a little rougher. Sharc picks at what looks like a pebble on the wall. It falls off, leaving a white spot. He flicks the piece away. We hear a door open down the hallway. In a few seconds, we see the lovely Hannah Swift walk out. Sharc stands up. SHARC: Well hello there. HANNAH: Hi. SHARC: What's up? How's your Dad. HANNAH: He's getting better. He'll be back here soon. I hope. Did you hear what Louis did? He had my Dad sign a paper that gives him full control over the company if he can't get back within 60 days. SHARC: Yeah, that's total bull man. Louis is a retard. HANNAH: I know. How's Chelsea? SHARC: Good. Things are a little confusing right now for both of us. I'm hoping we'll get through it though. HANNAH: I'm sure you will. You guys are so cute together. SHARC: Yeah. HANNAH: Well, I have some work to do. Good to see you. SHARC: Yeah. Later. The phone rings again. SECRETARY: Sharc, Mr. Leary will see you now. SHARC: Thanks. Let's go Cam. Why the hell is a Motley Crue song in my head. Damn that's annoying. They head down the hall to an open doorway. Inside, sitting in a black leather chair behind a desk is John Leary. He's typing away on a computer. There is some sort of noise and Leary looks at the screen. He laughs. He types three keys on the board. He looks up and sees Sharc. He types three more keys and then clicks the mouse to hit something on the screen. JOHN: Damn AIM. SHARC: Huh? JOHN: Instant messenger. Never mind. SHARC: (He crosses the room and shakes John's hand. Sharc looks around at the office. Sharc spots a dartboard with Kris Cole's face on it.) What the hell is that? JOHN: Kris has been nothing but trouble lately. He's been pressuring us to get Amanda as a full-time TWW employee. The censors are pissed off at me because of all the comments she makes. SHARC: So, what's up? JOHN: Have a seat. Sharc does and puts his feet on John's desk. JOHN: I'm a little concerned about you. I mean, I saw the show obviously. Why did you do that to Andy? SHARC: I hate the bastard. I can't stand his face. I can't stand his mouth. I can't stand his ego. I can't stand his voice. I can't stand anything about him. You know me. I think I'm better than him, but I'm not going to cry about it too much. I mean, I think my promo for that match was the greatest since I've been in TWW and I got jobbed out. Fine. I'll take the loss. It's just weird. I shot all over Syth and Andy and you and it got me in hot water apparently. But fine. I was just trying to have some fun and see where it would get me. Just me. No posse. No creativity. And it got me a loss. So I turned up the intensity. And Andy was my target and my victim. And when Mind Games comes, I'll finish the job. I want a pathway to hell match. You have to make it happen. JOHN: Sure. If it will end this insanity, you've got it. SHARC: Good. Look, I am just in this for the fun now. I'm not going to say I was screwed anymore. That has never been me. I'm going to take my wins and losses, and keep going. Maybe I was a bit immature with some comments I've made about TWW, you, Syth, and others, but hey. I like that type of stuff and so do you. JOHN: Yeah. SHARC: So. Whatever. Past is past, I'm looking to the here and now. What's up? JOHN: Well, you have a match with Andy Tuesday. SHARC: Really? What, just a regular match? To hype up the gimmick match or something. JOHN: Yeah, or something. Well, it's actually a tag match. SHARC: Oh hell, not another one. Now who am I stuck with? JOHN: Andy. SHARC: (He smiles and shakes his head. He sits forward in the chair and puts a finger in his ears.) What did you just say? JOHN: Well, you have a tag match with Andy Extreme against Da Brooklyn Beatdown. SHARC: Why? Oh God, don't tell me it's one of those gay, you can't attack your partner of you lose your pay-per-view match stips. JOHN: Yeah. Sorry. SHARC: You moron. I'm getting screwed! JOHN: Hey! SHARC: (He laughs.) Just kidding man. Relax. But you're serious, Andy is my partner. JOHN: Yeah? SHARC: Is he out of the hospital? JOHN: I haven't heard either way. SHARC: Well, I can't count on Andy for anything. So I guess I'm in a handicap match as far as I'm concerned. That's cool man. No prob. JOHN: Wow. I thought you'd be pissed at me. SHARC: Why? I have Andy Friday. The thought of beating him unconscious makes me smile. The thought of cracking his skull Friday will get me through this silly little match. Static We're back in the TWW game room. Sharc is sitting at a table looking over a couple of pieces of paper. In the background we hear somebody say "I'm sick of getting screwed." Someone else says, "Screw you." The first voice says, "No, screw you, no more screwing, screw!" The second voice says "No, you screw. You're so screwed!" A door slams. Another door slams. SHARC: Man, this place is screwed up right now. We got people saying they're screwed left and right. Not me. Screw jobs are all around me. People crying foul. People whining. You see, I have more important things to do than bitch. I put this company first. Putting on the best show I can. Because when it's show time, I am the man who shows up ready for anything. Which leads me to Shockwave. The big show before the big Mind Games show. I have to take on Mr. Showtime and a man I once referred to as Joke Matthews. Ah, the good old days. You see, I am Mr. Showtime. I may not be 6-10, 300 pounds, but I've faced some big men in my time here in TWW. I may not have won them all, but I know that I can inflict some serious pain. Ask Dysan who his toughest opponent was. I shocked the world when I beat the Volunteer, another big man. And he hasn't been seen since. He felt blood in the water. And he was about your size Showtime. So size, not an issue. At least not for me. You may have a size and weight advantage, but I have a pure skill and viciousness advantage. I've uncorked a side of myself I had bottled up. But a side of me I need to keep kicking ass here. Showtime, you saw what I did to Andy at Lightning. Don't think I wouldn't do something like that to you. You see, I enjoyed the feeling. Maybe I didn't win that time, I was a little careless. But I won't be Tuesday. Now that I know I can do incredible destruction, I fear no man. I faced death. I faced fire. I faced barbed wire. And I walked away. Here I am. Still in one piece. Every bit of pain I go through just makes me stronger. And that is a fact. You are impressive, but you have only shown slight ability in your time here. It seems like you two are only capable of winning if your opponents, shall we say, take a night off. Or aren't at their best. Otherwise, despite your power and size, it's meaningless. As will be the case Tuesday. And Jake. We've tangled before. I'm sure you remember that match. It didn't go the way you wanted. But that was the night you formed this Brooklyn Beatdown. You guys have looked impressive. You have some talent. 6-4, 245, and one hell of a double team finisher which I just saw for the first time at Lightning. Jake, I know I can beat you again. I've done it before. Can I do it alone, one on two if I have to? Yes. Why do I think so? Simple. As good as you two are, you still are trying to find your spot. I took my spot. You do it by leaving broken bodies behind. You do it by getting your hand raised by any means necessary. Now, I may not have won my last match, but that is because I took myself out. I may not have won my last tag match with Dysan, but I sure as hell am not going to take you lightly. You don't have the skill of Syth and Andy, but you boys still could surprise me. So right now I'm going to focus on healing up and getting myself ready to get back on the path toward glory I was on. Andy, I despise you. If you don't show, fine. I'll deal with it. If you do show, it's really simple. We can't beat the living hell out of each other. You know the drill. We've got a job to do. I'm willing to beat the living hell out of Matthews and Showtime in record time, just so we can beat the living hell out of each other for a little while. What do you say, partner? The sooner we trash these two, the sooner we can destroy each other. Sound like a plan? So Brooklyn Beatdown, my team is very unsure right now, and I realize that. You may think you are going in to face two guys coming off losses. But me and Andy aren't going to be thinking about losses. Oh no. If I know Andy, even just a little, I know he hates me so much he would work with me just to beat you two to get some of me. So Brooklyn Beatdown. If you don't buy me. Try me. Oh wait. That's Andy's line. Hmm. Gee, sorry Andy. Guess that'll piss you off a bit. And I hope it does. Very simple, very simple formula: Win the match. Get me. Win the match. Get me. Get it? Win the match. Show up. Kick ass. Get pin. Get me. We fight. I know you want it. I know I want. Let's go to some extreme measures, buddy! Static We open at a local hotel. Chelsea is waiting in the lobby on a couch. Sharc walks over to her and sits down beside her. SHARC: So. CHELSEA: So. SHARC: Look. Chelsea. You mean more to me than anything else. I love you. I need you. I just hope you still love me. CHELSEA: I do. SHARC: You do? CHELSEA: Yeah. For some reason, it's like, I'm expecting a perfect ride for us. I can't expect you to hide your feelings around me. All I ask is that you don't shut me out. I know this probably sounds like a contradiction or something, but. SHARC: No. CHELSEA: I was talking to the girls, and they kind of pointed out how you got rid of me. Like, what you did, though it hurt me. SHARC: Yeah. (They smile.) Want to head upstairs? CHELSEA: Actually, I was hoping we could go grab some food. Then we can come back here and I can give you a good massage. And see what else might pop up. SHARC: Man. I can't. CHELSEA: What? SHARC: Nothing. Let's go. They get up. Sharc puts an arm around her and they head toward the front door. Static We open in the hotel bar. The camera is on the bar, aimed breast level at Jenny. Jenny bends down and looks in the lens. JENNY: You liar. WOMAN'S VOICE: Cam? CAM: Oh my God. What are you doing here? JENNY: Hi, I'm Jenny. WOMAN'S VOICE: Georgia. The camera turns around. A beautiful Greek woman. Beautiful long black hair. Tight as hell body. Wearing a white sleeveless belly shirt and white jeans. SHIRLEY: Holy (beep), you're Georgia? Oh my God. GEORGIA: Yeah, so you've heard about me. SHIRLEY: Uh, yeah. Damn, you are beautiful. GEORGIA: Thanks. So, is Rich around? SHIRLEY: No. He's out with Chelsea. GEORGIA: Oh yeah. Chelsea. I don't think she likes me, and we've never met. Damn. I was hoping to see him tonight. CAM: Why are you here? GEORGIA: Oh. I just got a job out here. CAM: You did? GEORGIA: Yeah. CAM: Not with TWW? GEORGIA: Actually, yeah. CAM: Hmm. Why? GEORGIA: Oh, I don't know. If you see Rich (she reaches into her purse and pulls out a key card) tell him anytime. Ciao. Static |
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