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Choose Your Destiny
Gregory Littlebear vs. Cody Galle
vs. Johnny Phoenix
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Johnny Phoenix #1
*Scene opens on Johnny Phoenix in
Jorge's Gym in Las Vegas. Johnny is ending a tune up match with one of
Jorge's younger trainees. He is just finishing his pre-match training for
today. As he steps out of the ring, Jorge stops Johnny as he's getting out
of the ring.*
Jorge: Johnny...can I see you in my office please?
Johnny: Sure Jorge, you got it.
*The camera follows Jorge and Johnny into the office.
Jorge sits behind his little wooden desk, while Johnny takes a seat in one
of the folding chairs across from it.*
Jorge: You're looking good kid..real good. How are ya
felling?
Johnny: Well, I am really feeling good, Jorge. I think I
am ready to face Ciege and Little Bear this week.
Jorge: You "think" you're ready? You can't
just "think" that you're ready Johnny. You have to know it. Know
it inside of you. Have you worked out like I instructed?
Johnny: Yes
Jorge: What about this "Choose Your Destiny"
Match? What do you know about it?
Johnny: Not much. I haven't seen anything like it
before, but all I know is that I have to prepare doubly hard for this 3
way match.
Jorge: Have you studied your opponents?
Johnny: Yes, Jorge. I have watched tapes of their
previous match-ups. I have broken them done. I know for a fact that I will
not be unprepared for this match. I have worked out everyday for the past
week and a half . I lift weights two hours a day, I run 5 miles a day, I
spar with Tommy and Mikey every day, and I watch video every night until
the early hours of the morning. I really do think that those fans out
there will really be able to see just what I can do. I am ready to
showcase my athletic ability. The entire PWA will take notice of Johnny
Phoenix.
Jorge: Good!! Thats what I want to hear Johnny. I
really do believe that you will be well prepared for your first challenge
here. Colleagues and fans alike will be impressed with your wrestling
ability, Johnny. You are the best student of wrestling I have seen in my
28 years of training. Well, let me let you get going, Johnny. Study up
tonight, alright?
Johnny: You got it coach! I will NOT let you down. You
have my word for it.
*Johnny gets up and walks out of the office. The camera
zooms in on Jorge sitting behind the desk. We can barely hear him whisper
to himself*
Jorge: I know you won't Johnny. Your fate won't allow
it.
Gregory Littlebear #1
Fade in.
Gregory is sitting at a diner. He’s wearing a leather jacket and a pair
of jeans, over a PWA t-shirt. His manager, Brian O’Kieth, is sitting
beside him. Gregory is eating a burger and drinking a beer. Brian is
nervously drinking a can of generic soda.
“So tell me,” Gregory says to Brian, who jumps the moment he speaks.
“What’s up with this ‘choose your destiny’ match?”
Brian opens his briefcase and pulls out some papers. Stapled to the top of
the papers are photographs of Johnny Phoenix, and Cody Galle. He clears
his throat and begins to read. “Aghem, yes…. Well, so far the only one
who’s issued a statement so far is Johnny Phoenix. He’s a high flyer
styled wrestler, six feet two inches, two hundred and forty five pounds.
He seems to be quite able, in terms of skill. Some of his moves include
the Backbreaker, Inverted DDT, Dragon Suplex, Flying Clothesline, Flying
Plancha, Hurracanrana, Insiguri Kick, Missle Dropkick—“
“Hey hey, wait a second there, hoss!” Gregory says, positioning his
hands in the “time out” symbol. “So he’s a flipper. Alright, I got
that. Now what about this other guy? Cody something?”
Brian nods, and moves to Cody’s papers. “Yes, here we are… Cody
Galle. Six feet, two hundred and twenty seven pounds. He’s a submission
wrestler, and apparently, has a tendency to cheat… I have a list of his
moves here, sir. Would you like to see them?”
“Lemme see, here…” Gregory says as he reaches for the papers. He
sifts through them. “…they just go on, like this.”
“Well, they are quite experienced.”
Gregory nods. “Yeah, y’know, I can tell I’m the underdog here… but
hey! No sweat!” He pats Brian on the back, and gives him a grin. Brian
begins to sputter as soda goes down his windpipe by mistake. “I can
handle these guys. After all, this is my big chance! I’ve been training,
round the clock… working on new moves… all I’m missing is my first
victory.”
“I’m sure you’ll do well, sir. One quick question, though?”
“What’s that?” Gregory says as he bites down on his burger.
“…don’t you think it’s a little strange that you enter with a song
sung in German?”
“Why? I like Rammstein. That’s my favorite song!”
Brian nods. “Well, sure sure, I understand that, but… y’know… you
do wear Native American styled clothing, and well, I think it would be…
you know, a bit of a continuity error on our part if you went out to a
song sung in German.”
Gregory puts down his burger. “What? Like I’m supposed to go out to
tribal drums? Am I supposed to do a rain dance and shake my feathers
around? I only wear the Native stuff because it looks awesome on me! I
mean, check these bad boys out!” He flexes his bicep. “I’m a tall
tan ass kicking man! I look good in feathers. Doesn’t mean I can’t
listen to Rammstein.”
“Well put, sir.”
“Right. Now, back to the matter at hand. I’m going to need some
performance enhancement drugs.”
“… Oh! You’re joking again.”
“Addaboy, Brian! Now you’re catching on!”
Brian chuckles nervously, and shuffles through his papers as we fade to
black.
Cody Galle #1
Cody Galle sat bolt upright on a stool at a bar not too
far away from the PWA Dome in St. Louis. Despite what some thought, he was
not sitting like that to perfect his posture. No…he was shocked.
On the television, held up precariously by a shaky plank of wood, was the
dim image of a television broadcast. It was a local news channel that, as
far as Galle could tell from the black and white image, was hyping a large
event that was set to happen in just seven days time.
Genesis…
That was not the surprising part. Galle, having recently become a member
of that federation, had already heard of the event and had been told he
was welcome backstage to watch. However…
…something had changed.
On the screen the news reporters had been taken out and promotions for
each match aired on-screen. First there was a big hype video for Raizzor
vs. Erik Draven. Then, a video for the PWA Tag Championship match. A few
more hype videos for various feuds and bam, there it was. Right in front
of him, the screen read:
Choose Your Destiny Match
Gregory Littlebear vs. Johnny Phoenix vs. Cody Galle
Galle could scarcely believe it himself but there it was, in plain black
and white, complete with a photo of him posing. Galle couldn’t decide
which to worry about first…the fact he had a match with huge
implications on his future in PWA, or the fact that he had never posed for
a camera in PWA before, and yet they still had a picture of him.
Creepy.
Galle ordered another beer from the bartender, who hadn’t paid much
attention to the television and as such, didn’t recognize him. The only
other people in the bar were two men, who looked to be about forty,
playing pool. This gave Galle some time to think without being assaulted
by a wave of three whole fans.
Hey, barkeep…I’ve got a question for you, man.
The bartender nodded, his long black beard wagging with his head. He was
old, around fifty-five, but he was in good shape and had thrown out more
than his fair share of drunks in his lifetime.
“If I told you I was a wrestler…would you believe me?”
“Listen, son, that’s the worst pick-up line I’ve ever heard, and
I’m sorry to disappoint you b-“
Galle laughed and cut the bartender off. “No, man, I mean…do I look
like the real deal to you?”
The bartender decided against thinking Galle was coming on to him again
and looked him up and down. He let out a long sigh, shaking his head.
“No kid, I wouldn’t.”
Galle nodded, and although usually his temper would have gotten the better
of him, he was slightly drunk. Which meant he was slightly happy. Usually.
“I thought so…and I agree. I don’t look like a professional…I
hardly look better than some worthless drunk…especially not right now.”
Galle put the beer down and continued. “I’ll show you though, man.
I’m going to prove to the entire world that I’m the next big
star…just, trust me, okay?”
The bartender nodded, dealing with Galle like he would any drunk. He would
be glad once Galle had left.
Galle turned to leave, before pausing and plunking down a few twenties.
“A couple for the road.”
Galle showed up at the arena fifteen minutes later. It was usually a
five-minute trip but Galle had stopped (in the middle of the road, much to
the people behind him’s dismay) to observe a bright neon sign that had
depicted a cowboy dancing. He smiled and waved at it, but it wouldn’t
return his gesture, and so he left.
He stumbled into the arena through the front doors, using a key he was
given as per request. He wanted it in case he wanted any late night
training sessions…but in reality, he actually just needed a place to
sleep that wouldn’t cost him any money.
Despite being slightly impaired, Galle was still able to find the ring
fine. He took out the small video camera he always kept in his pocket,
just in case he was in dire need of recording…something. He couldn’t
exactly remember. The alcohol in his body was starting to take its toll.
He found a stool to prop it on and stood it in the middle of the ring. He
directed it towards the bottom ropes in the center of the ring, where he
currently sat. He had his arms draped behind the ropes and was bouncing
slightly back and forth. The camera cut into picture.
“Genesis…man, what a cool name that is, huh?”
Not the start he envisioned.
“Let’s be honest here. No one knows who the hell I am. No one knows
what it’s like, to be the saaaaad maaaaaan…”
Maybe this wasn’t such a good time for Galle to be speaking…
Galle chuckled and continued.
“So I’ve got this match, see? Only, I’ve just found out about it,
and I
‘m not really prepared as such…but I do know who I’m facing!”
Boy, was he excited to know who he was facing.
“It’s…it’s uh…Johnny Gregory and Littlebear Phoenix! Haha…ah.
I told you guys I knew. Anyways, see, I’m looking forward to this match.
Why? ‘Cause I’m gonna win it. I’m not sure I remember exactly what
it’s for, but I think it’s something good. Something I
want…something like…another beer. ‘Cept, better than another beer,
if that’s possible. Are you following me on this? It might be
complicated some, I’m a real thinking man tonight for some reason.”
He wasn’t going to like this when he found out about it tomorrow.
“You know what guys? I’m gonna show you how it’s done this coming
Sunday at…Genesis. That’s such a cool name, by the way. Genesis…Oh,
right. I’m going to show you exactly what it’s like to get a sixteen
in blackjack…or a seven and a two in poker. I’m going to win this
match, and as for you guys…you’re gonna crap…uh…crap…out!
That’s it.”
Galle slowly got himself up and wagged his finger at the camera before
shutting it off. He stumbled off to leave it in the Chairman’s office,
so he’d see it in the morning. Once he had done that, he crawled under
the ring and fell asleep rather uncomfortable, sandwiched between a chair
and a garbage can.
I’m going to hate myself when I get up, aren’t I? He sighed,
and drifted off into sleep…
Johnny Phoenix #2
*Shot opens on Johnny talking with Tommy Knight, one of
Jorge Limon's proteges, in the locker room at Jorge's Gym. Finished with
their workouts, they are preparing to leave for the night.*
Tommy: Great workout today, don't ya think Johnny?
Johnny: No doubt, bro. That was the hardest I've gone after it in a long
damn time. I'm just so focused right now on making a good showing in the
WWL.
Tommy: Yeah, I know what you mean.
Johnny: Thats why I'm training so hard. I have to face Little Bear and
Galle. This will be a true test of my ability and my stamina, but more
importantly, it will be a test of my mental toughness. I have to find out
everything that I can about each of my opponents.
Tommy: Man, that sounds like it will be a long night for you Johnny. Are
you sure you'll be ready?
Johnny: Tommy, my friend, there is NO doubt in my mind that I will be
prepared. Training with you and Mikey is like facing some of these guys
that are in the WWL. You and your brother are really progressing quickly.
Jorge and I are very proud of the two of you.
Tommy: Well thanks very much Johnny. That really means a lot to me. I
mean, Mikey and I kinda look up to you. We try to work as hard as
possible, not only to help you prepare for your matches, but also to get
ourselves into condition to step into the big time.
Johnny: Well, from what I've been seeing from you guys, that shouldn't
take too long. In my opinion, you're almost there. You just need to fine
tune a few things, and you'll be ready. I've got a few contacts in the
wrestling world, and I'd be more than happy to set up some tryouts for you
and Mikey. I can have some talent scouts from a few different federations
come by next week to take a look. What do you think?
Tommy: Johnny, you don't have to do anything like that for us, man. We're
here to help you prepare for your matches this week. We can worry about
ourselves after you've been totally prepared.
Johnny: I insist Tommy. Its really no bother, and its my way of saying
thanks to you and your brother....for everything you've helped me
accomplish.
Tommy: Wow, Johnny. This is really excellent. We've dreamed that a day
like this would come since we were kids. How can we thank you? Anything
Johnny, anything you want, just ask.
Johnny: There is ONE thing you can do for me Tommy.
Tommy: Name it Johnny, and you 've got it.
Johnny: When those scouts are here.....show them what Jorge and I have
been seeing for the past two years. Just go out there, and perform to the
best of your abilities. Thats the only thing I ask for in return.
Tommy: Definately! Thats something I can promise you. Rest assured, we've
worked hard to get to this point, we're not gonna stop now.
Johnny: Lets go get some food, man. I'm starving.
Tommy: How about you come over to our place? Mikey's girlfriend, Stacey,
is making dinner for me and Tanya, I'm sure there will be enough for you.
Plus, Tanya's sister is visiting from Arizona.
Johnny: Somehow I smell a set up.
Tommy: She's really nice dude. I promise you'll have a good time.
Johnny: Well, if she looks anything like her sister, I'll be there.
Tommy: Hey! Take it easy, bro. Thats my girlfriend you're talking about.
Johnny: Whoa, whoa, whoa. You should take that as a compiment, slim. But
really, does she look like Tanya?
Tommy: I know, I just messin with ya. They could be twins, but Ashley is a
few years older.
Johnny: I'll be there. Absolutely will be there.
Tommy: OK, I'm outta here. You remember how to get to the house?
Johnny: Yeah, I got it. I'll see you in a few, I'm just gonna go home and
freshen up a bit. Gotta look good for the ladies, ya know?
Tommy: Alright Don Juan....whatever you say.
*We see Tommy leave the locker room. As Johnny is putting the last couple
of things into his travel bag, Jorge come in and sits on the bench infront
of the lockers*
Jorge: So what do ya think, Johnny?
Johnny: I think that joining the JWF was the best decision I have made in
a long time.
Jorge: To tell you the truth Johnny....I think you're right. What about
Tommy and Mikey?
Johnny: I told Tommy that they were coming along very nicely, and that I
would have some scouts come in and check them out later this week.
Jorge: You know those boys look up to you don't you? You're like an older
brother to them.
Johnny: And I think of them as family, too. Thats why I want to help them
out anyway I can. Those guys and you are about the only family I have
left.
Jorge: Well, we're here for you Johnny. Whenever you need us. What are
your plans for the rest of the day?
Johnny: Well, Tommy invited me over for dinner tonight. Apparently Tanya's
sister is in town.
Jorge: Smells like a set up to me.
Johnny: Hahaha. Thats exactly what I said. Well, I'm outta here. I'll see
you tomorrow, Jorge.
Jorge: Sounds good, Johnny. You be careful out there.
*Scene fades to black as we see Johnny walking out the door of the Gym*
Gregory Littlebear #2
Fade in.
Gregory is in a locker room, covered in sweat. He's shirtless, with a pair
of jeans, and is putting on a Polo shirt. Brian stands nearby, holding out
his clothes as he puts them on. Brian clears his throat.
"Achem... sir?"
"Yeah, Bri-bri?"
Brian looks uncomfortable. "Right, well, your opponents have issued
statements. About your fight."
"Really?" Gregory takes a seat on a bench, and begins to tie his
shoes. "Whadid they have to say?"
"Actually, they were a little cryptic," Brain says, putting away
Gregory's sweaty clothes with a look of disgust. "Phoenix was talking
about women, and Galle spoke of how he was drunk? I was confused by them
both, really. It was almost as if they didn't care to speak about your
match."
Gregory nods, deep in thought. "Well, that's interesting... usually
in feds like this, everyone trash-talks eachother. Like that dark voice
guy that keeps showing up, or that Brymstone fellow. They're always
talking smack about their opponents."
"Would you like to do the same, sir? I'm sure you've got the
opportunity."
Gregory nods again. "Sure. Phoenix, Galle, I'm going to win. That's
right," he faces the camera. "I'm going to win, because I'm
good. I'm very very good. I used to be an accountant, which means I'm good
at counting, and I can count a large number of guys just like you who's
asses I've kicked for the fun of it. So I'm just going to issue this
statement, saying how much I'm going to kick your asses. I suppose I could
use an example. Hm..."
He looks around, and lays eyes on Brian. Brian looks at him fearfully.
"...sir?"
"Come here, Brian."
Brian reluctantly walks to Gregory, and closes his eyes.
"You see this guy?" He points to Brian, and puts an arm around
him. "What this guy could do to a worm, is what I'm going to do to
you."
Brian exhales, relieved, and shakes his head. "Oh, right..."
Gregory grins and nods. "See, that's how it's done. Now, what girl
was that Phoenix guy talking about? Maybe I should get a girl to escort
me. Lots of wrestlers do that, right?"
"Well, it's usually their girlfriend, sir," Brian explains.
"Do you have a girlfriend?"
Gregory thinks for a moment. "Um.... no. No, I don't. Think I should
get one?"
"Well... are you interested in anyone?"
"Not really. Could you find one for me?"
Brian raises an eyebrow. "Well, what kind of girls do you like?"
Gregory opens his mouth to answer, but stops short. "Y'know, I'm not
really sure! Huh... well, hmm... I--, no... Oh! No... hmm..."
"Sir?"
"Yeah?"
Brian braces himself. "Are you gay?"
Gregory looks confused. "...I don't think so...... why? Do I look
gay?"
"Well... you should really know for yourself, sir. It might matter in
the long run."
"How so?"
"Some of the other men might be uncomfortable in the ring with you,
if you are."
"Right, right..." Gregory says, nodding. "Well, I guess
I'll have to find out. I could use a beer after that work-out, anyway.
Brian, take me to the gayest bar in town!"
Brian looks down, defeated. "Right... sure....."
Fade.
Johnny Phoenix #3
* As the scene opens, we see Johnny standing on the deck
behind his house in Las Vegas. He is wearing a pair of black board shorts
with flames rising up the sides. With a bottle of beer in each hand, he
walks down to the pool. We see a woman laying next to the pool on a
chaise, sunning herself. She doesn't hear Johnny coming up from behind
her. He reaches down with one hand and drags the beer from the small of
her back up to her shoulders*
Ashely: Holy crap, Johnny! You scared the living daylights outta me!
* She makes a lame attempt to smack him, which he easily dodges*
Johnny: I'm sorry, kiddo. You just looked so hot from the sun, I thought
you'd like to cool off.
Ashley: Well, thank you for the beer, but you shouldn't sneak up on
someone like that. You could get hurt. And who are you calling
"kiddo"? I am like four months younger than you.
Johnny: Well, that makes you a kid. Ya see, the way I look at it is
younger than me = kiddo.
Ashley: I may be younger than you in age, but that little joke there
confirms that I am more mature than you. But thats not saying much, huh?
Johnny: You're gonna get it little girl. You have no idea what is in store
for you if we hang out more often. You have not even seen just how
juvenile I can be. You may be surprised.
*Johnny reaches behind himself to pull a water gun from his waistband,
whips it out and begins to squirt Ashley*
Ashley: Ohmigod, its so cold, Johnny!!! Stop!! I mean it you better cut it
out, or else!!
Johnny: Or else what? What can you do? I am about three times your size.
*Suddenly Ashley lunges for Johnny. She hits him with such force she
knocks him flat on his back. She quickly jumps on him and pins his hands
to the ground*
Ashley: Didn't think I was strong enough to take you down did ya? My
sister and I grew up in a family of five boys, we learned quickly how to
fight back.
Johnny: Oh yeah?? Well, how do you know I didn't just want you to knock me
down? I kinda like it when the woman is on top.
Ashley: Ughh, you are such a pig.
Johnny: Yeah, but I'm the Blue Ribbon State Fair Winner! You've never seen
a pig thats as good as me!
*They begin to wrestle and roll around in the grass of Johnny's backyard.
They are too distracted to see Tommy and Mikey Knight walk into the pool
area. *
Tommy: Get him, Ashley. Kick his ass. Come on, he's a big wussy, you can
take him.
*Johnny is startled by the voice, but when he sees who it is, he gets up
from the ground. Ashley gets up, too, and heads back to her chair*
Johnny: Whats up, guys? What are you doing here?
Mikey: Well, we were just stopping by to see how it went with Ashley last
night. Looks like it went just fine.
Johnny: Come on. You guys know me better than that. I wouldn't just try to
take advantage of a girl. We went to the bar last night, and after a few
drinks, Ashley was in no shape to drive home, so we came here. She slept
in the guest bedroom, and we went to get her car this morning. As we were
saying goodbye, I asked if she would want to go swimming today. She went
home, did her girl stuff, and came back here.
Tommy: We know, we know. Tanya told us all about it.
Johnny: How would she know?
Mikey: Come on Johnny. They are sisters, you gotta know that they talk.
Johnny: Yeah, yeah. Of course. Hey, you guys want a drink?
Tommy: Sure why not. I'm a little parched.
Johnny: Alright, lets go inside. Hey Ashley, we're going inside for a few,
you gonna be okay out here?
Ashley: I think so, could you bring me another drink when you come back?
Johnny: You got it, kiddo.
Ashley: Quit calling me that, pig.
Mikey: Wow, thats aggressive. Whats that about?
*They begin to walk toward the house*
Johnny: Oh nothing, just a little inside joke.
Mikey: Ahhh, gotcha.
Tommy: So, it went well last night?
Johnny: Yeah, bro. It went very good. I think we really hit it off.
* They walk inside of Johnny's house, and head right for the Game Room.
The room is decorated with a bunch of wrestling memorabilia, from
autographed pictures, to boots and costumes various wrestlers have worn.
There is a pool table in the middle of the room with black felt and an
orange phoenix right in the middle. As the camera pans left, we see the
most important part of the room, the full service bar. Johnny steps behind
the counter, and the boys pull up a barstool.*
Johnny: So what can I get you fellas today?
Tommy: Well, I'll have a scotch on the rocks, and he'll have a......
Mikey: I'll take a shot of Jack, thanks.
Johnny: Starting out strong, eh boys?
Mikey: Well, you know how the saying goes..."Beer before liquor,
never been sicker. Liquor before beer, you're in the clear.
Tommy: Exactly.
Johnny: Well, I think I'll join you with that shot anyway. I'll take my
chances.
*Johnny pours the drinks. Johnny and Mikey slam the shots while Tommy sips
the Scotch.*
Johnny: So, what else did Ashley tell Tanya?
Tommy: Look at little mister gossip over here.
Mikey: Well, I heard that Ashley wants to meet you under the bleachers
after third period.
Johnny: Ha Ha. Very funny. But seriously, did she say anything about me?
Mikey: Well, from what I could tell, she had a great time last night.
Tommy: Yeah, she sounded really excited on the phone.
Mikey: Why are you so concerned about this Johnny?
Johnny: I want you guys to keep this on the QT, but I don't know about
this one, man. I think we really dig each other, at least I know that I am
feeling differently than I usually do about the girls I meet.
Tommy: Well, man, I really hope it works out for you two. But on to the
real reason we came here.
Mikey: Oh yeah, I almost forgot.
*Mikey reaches into his coat pocket and brings out a large envelope and
hands it to Johnny*
Johnny: Whats this?
Tommy: Jorge asked us to bring this to you. Its a complete breakdown of
your opponents. It should be all the information you need to prepare.
Johnny: That Jorge, he never ceases to amaze me.
*Johnny opens the envelope and pulls out the papers. On the front of the
top page is a Post-It note. "Johnny, Study these men. Don't take
anything for granted. You will Succeed. -Jorge"*
Mikey: Who are you facing again?
Johnny: Well, I have to fight Littlebear and Galle in a Choose Your
Destiny Match. I am really excited about this match. I know this
information will be the catalyst that puts me over the top.
Tommy: Well, Johnny, after seeing how hard you've worked to prepare for
this match, I couldn't imagine you won't be the best man out there.
Mikey: No doubt, bro. You've got this on lock down.
Johnny: Well, thanks for the vote of confidence boys. I really do
appreciate it. Now, I don't mean to sound like an ungrateful host, but
there is a beautiful woman in a bikini in my backyard, so I'm gonna hafta
ask you fellas to leave.
Tommy: Don't worry about it man, I'd kick you out of my house if it were
me too.
Mikey: Absolutely. You guys have fun, and we'll see you at the gym
tomorrow. Enjoy your day off, Johnny, because we aren't going to take it
easy on you.
Johnny: I wouldn't have it any other way.
*As Tommy and Mikey leave, Johnny grabs a beer for Ashley. He puts his
dark sunglasses on as he walks out into the hot Las Vegas sun. He spots
Ashley sitting up in her chair putting some lotion on. Johnny walks over
to her and puts the beer down on the table. He takes Ashley's hand and
pulls her up until she is standing in front of him. He pulls her toward
him*
Johnny: Come here, kiddo, I have something to tell you.
*Scene fades to black as Ashley leans toward Johnny*
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