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| We open in a hotel room. Shirley and Victoria are laying in a bed, Jenny is on the floor, and Tooth-Pac and Masked Jobber 2 are sitting on the other bed. They are all drinking beer of other alcoholic beverages and having a laugh at whatever is on the screen. There is a knock at the door. Jenny gets up and looks quickly in the mirror before walking to the door. She looks in the peep hole, unlocks the door and opens it. Outside is Sharc. JENNY: Hey. SHARC: It's over. JENNY: Sorry? What's over. SHARC: Life. SHIRLEY: (She has walked over the door.) What's wrong? SHARC: (He stares blankly at them.) Somewhere along the way here, I lost my way. (He is silent for several seconds.) I know why. And I'm looking at all the reasons right in this room. JENNY: Hey, what is wrong? SHARC: Life is complete (beep). That is what is wrong. (He starts to walk away.) SHIRLEY: Hey. He doesn't come back. Static A hallway. We stop at room 344. Shirley knocks on the door. She is alone. The door opens. Sharc stands there. SHIRLEY: Talk to me. SHARC: I don't feel like talking. SHIRLEY: Where's Chelsea? SHARC: (He smiles.) As I said, I don't feel like talking. SHIRLEY: (She pushes her way in and shuts the door. She walks inside and stops at the bed. Everything appears neat and in order.) What is wrong? SHARC: What isn't wrong Shirley? My life sucks. I go up and down, up and down, up and down. It's like I'm getting raped every day of my life. I'm sick of it. I can't play a good guy. I can't be a good guy. SHIRLEY: You didn't have a problem since you met Chelsea. SHARC: Leave the camera. SHIRLEY: What? SHARC: I need to do this. You watch it later, I don't care. Send it in, don't, whatever. (He grabs the camera.) SHIRLEY: I don't want to leave you alone right now. SHARC: Oh hell. Why not? SHIRLEY: I'm just not. I'm not letting you go through hell alone. We grew up in this business together. You're like my brother. I'm not going to let you suffer alone here. SHARC: Fine. This is how it goes then. I sit on the bed. You pull up a chair, keep quiet and keep the camera on me. She does as instructed. Sharc pulls out a bottle of JD from a brown bag and sits down on the bed. He takes a long gulp and puts the bottle down between his feet. SHARC: Since I've been in TWW, I've gone from being a complete piece of human waste to a guy who did everything he could to get accepted. I went from being a whiny, abused person to being someone who makes fun of other people. Through it all, I have not changed. I still hate everybody on this planet, but the only place I feel happy is in the ring, putting on a show. It's where I belong. Everything about TWW made me happy. It gave me the chance to meet up with people like you, Victoria, and the rest of you. It gave me the chance to show everybody that I am suicidal, I can wrestle when I need to, and all the rest. I got a chance to do some unique promos about cool subjects. But all of that pales in comparison to the one thing that TWW gave me. If not for TWW, I would not have been in one hotel bar on one night with one woman who I fell in love with almost at first sight. I mean, as important as angles and the show are, they pale compared to her. Now, as everyone has seen, we've been down recently. There is a knock at the door. SHARC: (Beep). (He gets up and walks over to the door. He opens the door. Georgia. He stares at her.) Georgia. Why are you here. GEORGIA: (She wraps her arms around him and kisses him on the cheek.) That's all you have to say to me? SHARC: Yeah. What are you doing here? GEORGIA: (She steps back and looks at him.) Oh, I remember those eyes. What's wrong. Trouble with that Chelsea girl. SHARC: Yeah actually (he sighs out). GEORGIA: You know, I'm feeling rather underwhelmed by you. Do you know how much I've gone through to be here right now? SHARC: No, and honestly I don't care. What the (beep) do you want me to do? Kiss you? (Beep) you? GEORGIA: No. SHARC: Then what? You know, you are a lot like Chelsea. The both of you (beep) go away when I need you most. You leave me like garbage. The (beep) you want? You piece of (beep), you (beep). GEORIGA: Rich! Stop it. Calm down. SHARC: You know what, yeah, I loved you. But where the hell were you? What, did you go find some piece of crap at a bar, (beep) him and fall in love for five seconds, get engaged, then see me on TV and go, gee, I bet he has some money now, I bet he GEORGIA: No, you want to know why I'm here? I'm here because you still need me. SHARC: The hell I need you! You stupid bitch, I don't need you for anything. I'm in love with Chelsea, not you. GEORGIA: Oh you are? So where exactly is Chelsea? Right now. I don't see her in there. You know what I've been seeing. Yeah, you've had some fun with her. Rich, it's time for you to grow up now. It's time to stop playing games with girls. It's time to stop going around with your silly little group trying to get accepted. You only need one person in your life, and that is ME. I am the only one who ever gave you any success in your life. SHARC: YOU? I did everything on my own. GEORGIA: You were a lazy (beep) until I came along. Then I came along and you all of a sudden got this amazing ability to write and write and write. Why? To impress me. SHARC: Oh please. GEORGIA: You know, I was hoping I'd come here, you'd say, Georgia, it's great to see you. You look fantastic. How is everything. Then we'd talk like adults. SHARC: (He laughs.) You expect me. (He grabs her by the hair and pulls her into the room.) GEORGIA: OWW. Let go. (The door clicks shut.) SHARC: You know, bitch. For a year, all I thought about was you every (beep) night. You disappear with no (beep) explanation. You never (beep) call. And you expect me to give a (beep) about you? I'd rather throw you out the (beep) window than hear what you have to say. GEORGIA: Rich, I'm sorry. You know, it really hurt me to have to go away from you. I'm sorry. SHARC: So what's your explanation? GEORGIA: I don't have one. I'm sorry. SHARC: (He picks up the bottle of JD. Georgia pulls it away from him.) WTF? GEORGIA: Weakness. Chelsea doesn't matter anymore. I am here. SHARC: What? You know nothing about what I've gone through in the last two years. You know nothing about wrestling. And I don't think you ever knew a damn thing about me. So take your (beep) dumb ass out of here and go back to wherever the hell you've been for the last two years. GEORGIA: It's funny listening to you. I saw that look in your eyes whenever my name came up. SHARC: Bull. GEORGIA: Truth, you still want me. You want me more than you ever wanted Chelsea. You still want me right now, which is why you're so pissed off. I got so deep in your head you can't get me out. Well guess what, I'm back. You're staring at me. The last two years, yeah, that wasn't right on my part, but no excuse will give us back that time. That chance at going to the top. That's why you broke up. SHARC: Who said we broke up? GEORGIA: You didn't break up? SHARC: No. GEORGIA: So where is she right now? SHARC: Out. GEORGIA: Just out? What was that fight I saw? SHARC: Are you spying on me too? What is your problem? GEORGIA: The way she stormed off, it looked like the end to me. Someone like that doesn't deserve you. SHARC: You have no idea how much I want to put your head on the ground and crush your skull. You bitch. GEORGIA: (She laughs. She then walks right up to him and stares up at him.) Look at me. And you tell me you love her. You tell me SHE will lead you to the top. She is happy if you lose as long as you aren't seriously hurt. She's a moron. She's not a winner. SHARC: This coming from a woman who waitressed her whole life. GEORGIA: (She laughs again.) Look. Do you want a girl who is afraid of her own shadow, or a woman who will lead you to the top here. This tramp and the rest can't get you wins. They're just distractions. SHIRLEY: Excuse me? GEORGIA: You have a pathway to hell match against Andy Extreme at Mind Games. (She throws the bottle at the wall.) She wants you to stay in mediocrity. I'm not coming here with any intention of being your woman. It's obvious you still are attracted to me, but you despise me right now, I understand that. One day soon I'll make you see the light. That you need a real woman. You need a strong woman behind you. Not a little wishy washy nothing. Not a girl who has no concept of the seriousness you have for whatever you try to do. You are a man destined to greatness. And it has to start now, or you're gonna stall out forever. You're gonna be a nothing. You have to beat Andy Extreme. SHARC: No kidding. GEORGIA: I see you got her here. What were you going to do? SHARC: Something personal. GEORGIA: What, apologize to her? SHARC: I don't know anymore. SHIRLEY: Rich, you came back and said it's over. What the hell did you mean? SHARC: (He looks down at Georgia.) You know what is over? The talking. Do you know what Chelsea said to me tonight? She said to me, Rich, do whatever you think you have to do to win the match. So you know what? I was going to tear into Andy Extreme like I've never torn into anybody else while I've been here. But then you showed up. I almost despise you as much as I despise Andy Extreme. If I didn't have such a big match Friday, hell, I'd beat the living hell out of you as an example of what I do to people I hate. I was trying to create something, but you had to come and spoil it. So thank you bitch. For ruining my life again. GEORGIA: You may not believe me right now, but you will. Very slowly, you are going to understand why I'm back. And Rich, I work for TWW now. So we're going to be seeing a lot of each other, whether you like it or not. The door opens. Chelsea is back. Oh man. CHELSEA: Who is this? SHIRLEY: This is Georgia. CHELSEA: Oh it is? (She drops her black shoulder bag and confidently walks right up to Georgia.) You know something Georgia? GEORGIA: What? CHELSEA: Rich hates your guts. You are like the female equivalent of Andy Extreme. You have way too high of an opinion of yourself. You think you're like 10 times better than you are when it's obvious you don't have the brains I do, and you sure as hell don't have anything that anybody cares about. GEORGIA: Excuse me? You are nothing. You are a pair of (beep) and a cute face with the personality of a loser. CHELSEA: I bet you wanted to beat the (beep) out of her, didn't you? SHARC: Yeah. CHELSEA: But he's too much of a man to beat on a woman. Plus, he's got a match and can't get arrested. But guess what? I'm not. SHARC: Chelsea! Chelsea decks Georgia with a stiff right to the cheek. Georgia falls into Sharc, who lets her fall to the floor. Chelsea looks at her fist and shakes it. But she goes right back after her. She pulls Georgia up by the hair and rams her face into the dresser. CHELSEA: Now you ain't (beep) without your looks, are you bitch? She rams Georgia's head into the dresser again. She drags Georgia up to her feet and whips her hard into the closet door mirror which shatters. Georgia cries out in pain. GEORGIA: (She gets on her hands and knees. Her hair is in her face, and she is crying.) Please stop. SHARC: Hey Andy, this is kind of fun, isn't it? I know you like women getting beat up. Hell, you did it to Jenny, I remember that. But the reason I'm letting this continue right now is very simple. I'm not low enough to beat up chicks. You are. So I get tough bitches by my side to take care of (beep) like Georgia. You see Andy, you are a whore just like Georgia. Chelsea picks Georgia up by the hair and drags her into the bathroom. Chelsea shoves Georgia's face in the toilet and puts a foot on the back of her head. SHARC: You see how she's beating the piss out of that jobber? That wannabe tough bitch? That's how I'm gonna beat the piss out of you. We set her up for an ass kicking. We flushed her out just so I could get back at her and make her feel all the pain she made me feel. Just imagine what I will do to you. Chelsea picks up a soaking wet Georgia and slams the back of her head into the bathtub. Chelsea slaps Georgia. CHELSEA: Heartless bitch. How do you like it you whore? You nothing. You loser. You are the loser bitch. Not me. SHARC: You see Andy, simple words, saying her name flushed her out from obscurity. The power of TV made her come to me. She actually thought I cared about her. I don't care about anybody. Chelsea hits a knee to Georgia's nose. CHELSEA: (Beep.) SHARC: It all started really simple. Cam mentioned her name. He played it up beautifully. Don't get me wrong, I loved her once. I may or may not still feel something for her. CHELSEA: You what? Oh hell. (She throws Georgia into the sink. Georgia collapses on her stomach, a quivering, bloody mess.) SHARC: On second thought, no, I don't feel anything for her. So here's the whole story simple, since I know you have a short attention span Andy. Cam spoke her name to get it out there. We planned that hoping by some chance if she didn't see it that someone she knew would and point it out. You see, I never brought her up before I came here. Because I've never been in a company as good as this one. It took me a while, but I finally got my revenge on her. Didn't I honey? Georgia moans and whimpers. SHARC: So, we played it up like Georgia still might be something to me. Even recruiting Victoria to further plant the idea that I still had a thing for Greek women. Greek women are sluts. CHELSEA: No kidding. (Chelsea looks around the room. She pulls the towel rack of the wall and jabs Georgia in the ass.) That's how the Greek like it, don't they. Up the ass. SHIRLEY: Sharc, are you calling my girlfriend a slut? SHARC: Uh, no. Sorry, let me reword. This Greek woman is a slut bag ho. Cam conveniently forgot to give me your phone number. Which I will gladly put up on the TWW Web site if anybody wants it. Because everybody knows if you're looking for a good time, there's only one name that should be on your lips. Georgia. So, back to the story. Cam "forgot" to tell me you called. Chelsea pretended like you were some threat to her. It seemed like you were a lost love I was still pining over. But guess what? Anybody who crosses me gets their ass handed to them, one way or another. When you left me with no explanation, you crossed me. And Andy, our story is very similar to that of this bitch's. CHELSEA: (She drags Georgia back into the main part of the room. She sits her in a chair. Georgia rolls up into a ball and is shivering and crying quietly.) Stay there or I'll get really nasty. SHARC: (He kisses Chelsea on the lips.) You are so sweet. CHELSEA: I love you. But I have to go shower now. I got her blood all over me. And she peed on my sneaker. So gross. I'd expect so much more from someone with such a big mouth. Just can't back up those words with actions, can you Whoregia. SHARC: Ooh, I like that. Whoregia. CHELSEA: So, I'll be SHARC: Okay. Chelsea goes into the bathroom and shuts the door. Sharc walks over to the chair and pulls up a second chair beside Georgia. SHARC: Here sits a broken bitch who fell into my trap. Just like you did Andy. During my first couple of weeks here, I made mention of a promo you did, and accused you of ripping me off. (He smiles.) And you took the bait. Now it's too late for you. Over the next few weeks, our words were replaced with physical acts. You blamed me for a loss to Dysan. You said I wasn't in your league. You always have made the claim that you were the most extreme man walking this earth. But who is the man who picked you up from the Tidaltron and hit Blood In The Water through burning tables wrapped in barbed wire? Yeah, you did some minor damage to me with a chair and your foot on occasion, but that was all just petty crap in a war you were too blind to see you were losing. You are short-sighted. Your temper is your downfall. When you're angry and screaming, you're not thinking. You just blabber on and on, not listening to yourself and making boasts that, if you're lucky, you lived up to half the time. The fact is, every time you are faced with talent, you put your tail in between your legs like an abused dog and get broke. Nobody in the back wants to deal with me anymore because they're afraid I'll try to end their career if I'm in a bad enough mood. (He looks at Georgia.) You see Andy, everything that happened, I calculated. I knew at some point you would do something to piss me off. And when you handcuffed me, knocked me unconscious, gave me a concussion, and had your fun, you may have won that battle, but you lost the war. You see, now you have to deal with the consequences. You thought that ride to hell was fun? Burning tables and barbed wire from the Tidaltron? Well, we get to go to hell again. And it's a path paved in cold steel. A pathway to hell match. Chairs everywhere. One of your favorite toys. And hanging over the ring is handcuffs and a billie club. One man has to climb up there and get them, cuff his opponent, and win by knock out. (He looks at Georgia again and smiles.) What more fitting way to end this. The only difference between you and her right now, is that I'm going to put you out of your misery and give you the concussion. I am the one who will be standing supreme in Hell. While you will be left limp in the middle of the ring, a bloody, broken, quivering mess. You see Andy, anybody who does evil to me, I don't like that. You've hit the extreme dream on me. You've caused me losses, tried to cause me losses, you've hit Jenny with the lo-down (he laughs), oh, sorry, the sky high, I get D-Lo Brown's moves confused sometimes. Since he sucks so much. That move is like nothing. That move is like a cold shower in the morning. It wakes me up. The extreme dream? Nice move and all, but I have a plan for you. Just like I always have a huge plan. You see, I'm not going to reveal everything before the match. I like to keep you guessing. You see, last time I said I had a surprise for you, I took you to hell. I've got another surprise for you at Mind Games. And after I'm through with you, you will know that I am the most extreme man in that match. On that night. Because I don't want to be known as the most extreme man on the planet. I mean, it's fun and all playing with you down here in the mid-card, but I'm looking up. You are a race car I have to make crash on the last lap so I can get the win. You are a quarterback I've got to crush to knock out of the game so I win. You are a goalie I have to charge so the net is open so I can score. You are an obstacle I must destroy so I can win. Simple as that. You can keep being extreme, I know you won't change. Me? I want to grow. I want to be at the top of the mountain. So I'm pulling out your rope Friday and letting you drop. SHARC: Every time I pissed you off back when this was just starting between us, I said I was doing it just because it was fun to piss you off. You and everyone else believed it. Nobody could figure out why I devoted promos to you when we were not even wrestling each other. Why did I create Bad Promo Theater 2000? To piss you off. To get you off your game. Whether you admit it now or not, it worked. Because now I've got you trapped. No way out. You have to face me at Mind Games in a match I have been through once and won. A match I am introducing TWW to Friday. Pathway To Hell. Chairs covering the ring. Chairs covering the aisle. Chairs covering the floor around the ring. Ladder. Handcuffs. Billie club. Win by knock out. You see, I will once again prove that you are all talk. I will prove that as extreme as you claim to be, I show it. Hitting me with chairs and kicks, that isn't truly extreme. Any idiot can swing a chair and do some damage if he's lucky. Anybody can handcuff somebody and be a big man. But you are going to face me head up for real this time. No bull. No nothing. The build up is just about over. I'm sure you have plenty of thoughts about this match, so let me bend over and fart all over your ramblings. I've felt your worst. And your worst ain't much. You see, I'm going to be drinking JD. Once I get enough of that in me, I don't feel anything. Hell, it may be the sloppiest match I ever wrestle, but so what? I'm not going into Mind Games to put on a pretty show. I'm going in there to absorb a hell of a lot of punishment and survive. I'm not going to go into my psychotic world because now that world is just part of me again. The evil is flowing in me. I'm still high on adrenaline. You see, it's kind of like there's a door inside of my mind I had locked. Last week, I blasted that door open with the music. You may laugh at a statement like that and go, how can music have any relevance to a wrestling match? You see, it doesn't matter if you think it's irrelevant. Because I think it matters. Listening to insane music makes me want to get insane. Listening to extreme music makes me want to get extreme. It makes me want to destroy anything that comes near me. That door is still wide open. Music is still bouncing around in my head, giving me sick ideas to do to you. Not the words, oh no. Just the music itself. (He smiles.) SHARC: So, just to finish up our history. After we talked some trash back and forth. I showed my face during one of your matches. That was another calculated move. Then next time out, I did more. I brought out with me barbed wire during your match with Dysan. Instead of being smart and using it, just the sight of me made you lose your focus and come after me, giving Dysan the chance to beat you. So then, you tried to come back. During my match with Dysan, you gave me the extreme dream. And what's the next sight? Me tapping out to you, blood streaming down my face in a locker room. Again, another trap. I really don't belong down here with you, but when you stuck your nose in my business again, attacking me and Jenny, well, the path to your own destruction began. Then I baited you into a match. Just a regular match. I wanted something more than just a regular match. I had full intention of demanding a stipulation, because, as you know, I am good friends with the top booker of this fed. You dumb ass. I've played you like a fiddle. You are my puppet. Over the last month, I've made you dance for my entertainment. You've provided me with some humor, all your promos are quite funny. They always make me laugh. Extreme this, extreme that. They show me how pathetic you are. But you are looking at the puppet master. You are looking at the man who looked at who you are, figured you out perfectly, calculated a game plan, and now it's the big pay off. I don't think you have any idea what you're in for. I'm a chapter ahead of you and have been the whole way. So bring your best to Mind Games. I'm going to look forward to bleeding and making you bleed. But nothing will make me happier than to see you hanging on the ropes, a bloody, unconscious mess. Just like this bitch. He grabs Georgia by the hair, she screams. He pulls the hair away from her blood- and tear-stained face. SHARC: You don't think I'm serious? Just like Chelsea made this bitch her bitch, Andy, Friday, you will be my bitch. I will take you to hell. I will destroy your body with chair shots. I will throw you on the chairs. I will hit you with the ladder. I'll do things to you you can't even understand yet. All to teach you one simple lesson. Do not take my name in vain. Do not test me. Do not talk crap about me. Do not insult my crew. Do not attack my women. Do not (beep) with me unless you've got the talent to back it up. And when it's all done, I will climb up the ladder, take down retribution, and crack your ugly head open. We will fight a war worthy of Armageddon. And you will know my name is the lord, when I lay my vengeance upon you. Friday, I'm your God, and I'm sentencing you to an eternity of suffering in hell. And I'm going to take you there, personally. Andy, I love hating you. And I love pissing you off. It's a shame you just didn't have a say in anything we've been through in the last month. You don't buy me? Try me. Mind Games. Raleigh to Hell. Jesus may have mercy on your soul, but I'll have none on your body. Static |
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