“Cult of Personality” by Living Colour can be heard as the scene comes into view. A bed is in the center of the dim room. A pair of bare legs are sticking out from the bottom of the blanket. The music is coming from a cell phone that is lit up on the bedside table. There is some stirring from the bed before an arm shoots out to grab the phone. It disappears back under almost as quickly as it had emerged. The groggy voice of Tom Dudely answers the phone.
Tom: Yeah?
A panicked “Hot Stuff” Mark Ward is heard on the other end of the phone.
HS: There you are, mate. It’s about fucking time I was able to get through to you. Have you seen the news yet?
Tom: No. I’ve been sleeping off last night. I had a hell of a dream, too. I dreamed that Matthew Kennedy actually beat me.
HS: Tom.
Tom: There’s no way in hell that would ever happen. I mean…
HS: Tom.
Tom: …he’s not even in my league. Not that anyone is.
HS: TOM!
Tom stops talking.
Tom: What the hell, man?
HS: There’s something out there much bigger than a little nightmare that’ll never actually happen.
Tom: What? What’s going on?
HS: Tom, the dead. They’re coming back to life.
Tom laughs.
Tom: Ha ha. Very funny. Zombies are roaming the streets and we’re all going to die. Who came up with this gem? Sounds like something from Jordan’s twisted mind.
HS: I’m dead serious, mate.
There is a loud crash on the other end of the phone.
HS: Fuck!
Tom shoots up in the bed. The blanket falls to his lap.
Tom: What the hell was that noise?
The sound of running can be heard along with the occasional swear word from Hot Stuff.
Tom: What the hell is going on, Mark?
After a few more moments of feet hitting the pavement, Hot Stuff gets back on the line.
HS: Just turn on the fucking telly. AAAAARRRGH!!!
Hot Stuff lets out a scream of extreme pain followed by the sound of chewing. Tom pulls his phone away from his ear and stares at it confused.
Tom: What kind of shit did that guy take last night? That asshole should have shared.
Tom tosses his phone back onto the table and gets up out of bed. The blanket falls away as Tom stands up, revealing his smiley face boxers. The words “DON’T WORRY BE HAPPY” are written across the butt. Tom walks over to the curtains and throws them open with both hands to reveal the Las Vegas skyline. Tom takes in the view of the late morning sun glaring off of some of the world’s most famous casinos.
Tom: Nothing quite like the view from the top of the Stratusphere.
Tom watches as people are running around on the strip several stories below. He wasn’t sure if he was seeing things, or if people were actually chasing each other down below. Tom attempts to shake the thought from his head.
Tom: Damn Mark. He’s trying to get into my head. It’s not going to work.
Tom walks away from the window, grabbing the television remote from off of the bedside table. He pushes the power button before tossing the remote back onto the bed. The television flickers to life as Tom walks into the bathroom. The steady tinkling of… well… tinkle can be heard coming from the bathroom. The toilet flushes and Tom walks back into the main room. He glances at the television as he enters the room. He had fallen asleep watching a late night rerun of Jerry Springer, but that channel was now showing video of people who were bloody and dirty. Their clothes were shredded to the point that they were barely staying on their bodies.
Tom: I’m so sick of people asking for money.
Tom grabs the remote and changes the channel. This channel has a news anchor staring into the camera.
Anchor: Though no one official is prepared to comment, religious groups are calling it Judgment Day. There's...
Tom flips to the next channel where a music video is playing. It’s “Panic” by The Smiths.
Morrissey: … panic on the streets of London…
Tom changes the channel back to the previous one.
Anchor: …as an increasing number of reports of…
Tom changes the channel to a football game.
Commentator: … serious attacks on…
Tom flips back to the news once more.
Anchor: … people, who are literally being…
Tom changes it again, this time to a nature documentary showing a gazelle being eaten by a lioness.
Narrator: … eaten alive.
Tom turns back to the news channel once more, this time leaving it there.
Anchor: In case you are just tuning in, we have been receiving reports from around the globe of the dead coming back to life and attacking the living. You are encouraged to stay indoors. Do not attempt to get to loved ones. If…
The news anchor stops midsentence and puts his hand to his ear. After a moment, he straightens up and looks into the camera.
Anchor: We are now receiving word that the only way to stop the dead is to stop the brain. They do not appear to respond to damage to any other part of the body.
The anchor shakes his head in disbelief.
Anchor: I don’t really know what to say, folks. In all of my years of doing the news I have NEVER seen anything quite like this. Please be careful out there.
Tom turns off the television and lies back on the bed.
Tom: There’s no way this is possible. It sounds like something out of a bad horror movie.
Tom lies there staring at the ceiling for a moment
Tom: MARK!
Tom scrambles to grab his phone. After a couple of buttons, he puts the phone to his ear.
Tom: Fuck! It’s busy.
Tom tries to get through to Hot Stuff a few more times with the same result. He throws the phone to the bed before yelling in frustration.
Tom: FUCK!
As if on cue, a thumping starts on the door to the hotel room. Tom’s head whips around to look at the door. The thumping continues at a steady, almost rhythmic pace. Tom slowing gets to his feet and slowly makes his way towards the door. As he gets closer, he calls out in a shaky voice.
Tom: He-hello?
The thumping stops. Tom gets to the door and puts his ear against it to listen for any sounds. None come, so Tom reaches out and puts his hand on the door knob. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.
Tom: Calm down, Tom. There’s nothing out there. It’s all in your head.
Tom slowly turns the door knob. As soon he does, the door is pushed open from the other side. Tom stumbles and falls to the floor with a smaller man on top of him. This man, a short, middle-aged Asian man wearing nothing but tighty-whitey underpants, has a chunk taken out of his arm. His eyes look like they have a white film over them. Tom gets a forearm into the other man’s chest to try to keep some space between them as the Asian man is chomping ravenously towards Tom’s face. Drool drips from the man’s mouth, landing on Tom’s forehead.
Tom: What the fuck, dude!
The commotion appears to have drawn some attention as another man stumbles in through the open door.
Tom: Shit!
The sound of footsteps running down the hall can be heard. They stop at Tom’s door. The zombie at the door is suddenly stops moving and crumples to the ground with a thud. Where the zombie was standing is a man who looks like Arnold Schwarzenegger from his physical appearance to the clothes he is wearing. A machete is in his hand, dripping with blood. He steps into the room and uses his foot to roll the Asian zombie off of Tom. He mounts the Asian zombie and plunges the machete straight through its eye. The Asian zombie stops moving immediately. Arnold slowly gets to his feet. He turns back to Tom who is staring at the man in horror. Arnold reaches out his hand and addresses Tom in an Austrian accent.
Arnold: Come with me if you want to live.
Tom looks up with a questioning look.
Tom: Arnold Schwarzenegger?
Arnold clears his throat before answering. His voice is dramatically different, this time speaking in a nasally, whiney voice.
Arnold: Actually, my name is Eugene. I’m an Arnold impersonator.
Tom: You’re pretty good.
Eugene: Thank you.
Tom takes Eugene’s extended hand and pulls himself back to his feet. Tom looks at the two lifeless corpses on the floor of his hotel room.
Tom: So this is really happening?
Eugene’s eyes light up as he smiles.
Eugene: Yeah, it is.
Tom runs his hand across his shaved head as he attempts to take in the fact that this is, in fact, a reality. All of those bad, late night movies on the SyFy channel have come to light. The dead have come to life and were feasting on the living. Tom walks over to the window again to look out onto the streets of Las Vegas. Eugene pushes one of the corpses out of the doorway so he can close the door. He walks across the room to stand behind Tom.
Tom: How is it down there?
Eugene looks at the floor as he shakes his head.
Eugene: It’s bad. It’s really bad. Those things are all over the place once you get outside. Most of them are on the south end of the strip though. We need to get out of here now if we stand a chance of surviving.
Tom spins around to face Eugene with an incredulous look on his face.
Tom: Are you fucking kidding? You just said yourself that those things are all over out there. There’s no way in hell I’m going out there. I’m much safer in here.
Tom follows Eugene’s gaze towards the two corpses on the floor.
Eugene: It looks like you’ve been staying safe so far in here.
Tom: Look, sarcasm aside, I didn’t realize what was out there when I opened the door. Now that I know, I’m not opening that door for anyone.
Eugene: Fine, stay here. But, what are you going to do about food?
Tom walks over to his duffle back and pulls out a box of Twinkies and a bag of beef jerky. He holds them up for Eugene to see.
Eugene: Twinkies? Beef jerky? How long do you expect that to last you?
Tom looks at the food in his hands and shrugs.
Tom: I figure that with the half-eaten pizza from last night under my bed, this stuff should last me two to three days. The army should have this under control by then.
Now it’s Eugene’s turn to look at Tom with an incredulous expression.
Eugene: The army? Haven’t you ever watched a zombie movie? The army is useless. This is something that you can’t just sit around waiting for rescue from. You need to find something to use as a weapon, something that can bash in a human skull or cut through to the brain. Then we need to get out of Las Vegas. With how overran this place is, the government, assuming it’s still functioning, would more likely nuke it than try to salvage it.
Tom: Okay. Okay. I guess you make a good point. As far as a weapon…
Tom starts scanning the room. Not finding any acceptable weapons, he turns to Eugene.
Tom: Where’d you get that?
Tom points at Eugene’s machete. Eugene holds up the bloody machete.
Eugene: This? I took it from the wall of the restaurant downstairs. It was part of the décor.
Tom: Are there anymore? Can we get me one of them?
Eugene laughs to himself.
Eugene: Sure, there are more, but I locked about twenty zombies in the restaurant. It’s up to you if you want to try to fight your way through them to get one.
Tom shakes his head.
Tom: Fuck that!
Tom continues to look around the room as Eugene helps with the search for a weapon. Eugene checks the corpses for anything of use.
Eugene: Hey! I’ve got something you can use.
Tom turns to face Eugene who has his back to Tom. He is bent over the second zombie. Eugene stands back to his feet and turns around with a revolver in his hand.
Eugene: Do you know how to handle one of these?
Tom walks across the room and takes the gun from Eugene.
Tom: I’ve been to the shooting range a few times.
Tom inspects the gun. He opens the wheel, counts the bullets and closes it back up with a flick of his wrist.
Tom: Only six bullets. I’m gonna have to make them count.
Eugene: We’ll get you a melee weapon as soon as possible. Until then, try to conserve the ammo.
Tom nods.
Tom: How come you seem to know how to handle this situation?
Eugene: I didn’t have much of a social life growing up. I spent most of my time working out and watching horror movies. Zombies were my favorite.
Tom shakes his head.
Tom: Nerd.
Eugene: What was that?
Tom: Huh? Oh, nothing. Let’s get moving. Gotta stay ahead of the crowd.
Eugene nods in agreement. The two men step over the corpses as they make their way to the door. Eugene places his hand on the knob.
Eugene: Once we open this, be ready for anything.
Tom nods.
Eugene: Also, since we’re gonna be working together to try to survive, I should probably know your name.
Tom: The name’s Tom.
Eugene: Alright Tom. Let’s say hasta la vista to Las Vegas.
Eugene turns the knob and flings the door open. Eugene exits the room first. Tom is right behind him with the gun pointed straight out in front of him. The hallway looks like it would on any other day. Ugly carpet and bad wallpaper line it in both directions. The two men go to the right from Tom’s room. Eugene stops suddenly at an intersection with another hallway. Tom runs into him and falls backwards¸ landing on his butt.
Tom: Ow! What the fuck, dude?
Eugene: Shhhh!
Eugene pokes his head around the corner and finds himself nose to nose with a zombie.
Eugene: Shit!
Eugene jumps back as the zombie lunges towards him. The zombie falls to the ground. Tom sits on the ground, frozen in place, as Eugene places a foot between the zombie’s shoulder blades and drives his machete into the base of its skull with a sickening squishing sound. Tom takes one look at the dark red liquid dripping off of the machete and starts violently vomiting onto the floor. Eugene chuckles.
Eugene: It’s pretty gruesome, but you’ll get used to it. Let’s go.
Tom pulls himself to his feet and wipes his mouth with his shirt. The two men take off around the corner. Tom has to jog to keep up with Eugene’s long, fast strides. They reach the elevator and Eugene pushes the “down” arrow. After a couple of moments, the doors open to reveal a headless body on the floor. Gore is splattered along the back wall of the elevator.
Tom: What the hell?
Eugene shrugs.
Eugene: He followed me onto the elevator. I took care of him.
Eugene walks into the elevator. Tom hesitates.
Eugene: Look, I’m not going to let you drag me down. Do you want to come with me or would you rather fend for yourself?
Tom takes another look at the body on the floor before stepping into the elevator. Tom stands as far from the body as possible. Eugene pushes the button for the ground floor. The doors close and lounge music starts playing as the elevator starts to descend. As the elevator goes down, both Tom and Eugene start swaying with the elevator music. They both notice the other doing it and they laugh nervously.
Eugene: Hold onto that feeling. It’ll keep you sane when the shit hits the fan.
Tom: You mean that the shit hasn’t hit the fan yet?
Eugene shakes his head.
Eugene: You haven’t seen anything yet.
The elevator reaches the ground floor and stops.
Eugene: Get ready.
Tom lifts his gun as the elevator dings and the doors slide open into the main casino. The usually busy casino looks to be abandoned. The only sound is the music coming from the slot machines.
Tom: It looks like no one is here.
Tom starts to step off of the elevator, but is stopped by Eugene’s extended arm. From around the closest row of slot machines, a zombie stumbles towards the elevator.
Tom: One zombie? That’s not such a big deal.
This zombie is only the first of many as right behind him several more spill into view. Tom stands frozen as he watches in disbelief at the hoard heading towards them, his mouth moves as he tries to form words to no avail.
Eugene: Come on!
Eugene grabs Tom’s arm and yanks him out of the elevator in the opposite direction of the seemingly unending hoard of the blood thirty undead. The two men run along the wall with Eugene basically dragging Tom behind him.
Eugene: The exit is right up here. Just a little bit further.
They turn a corner right into another horde of zombies. Both men come to a screeching halt and turn around to go back the way they came. Unfortunately for them, the way they came is now blocked by more of the undead coming from around another row of slot machines.
Tom: Shit!
Eugene: Come on!
Eugene grabs Tom’s arm to pull him in a direction that appears to be clear. Tom, not expecting the sudden pull from Eugene, falls to the ground. He watches in panic as the hordes on either side of him start to close in. Eugene grabs Tom’s arm and starts to pull him up to his feet. As Tom is on his knees, one of the zombies grabs Eugene’s arm, but before it can get a good grip, Eugene hits it with the handle of his machete causing it to let go. Eugene swings his machete at another zombie who is getting close, severing it at the base of its skull. Tom hurriedly crawls away as Eugene fends of the advancing hordes. Eugene steps backwards in Tom’s direction as he continues to swing his machete. Tom, realizing that the zombies have forgotten all about him, gets to his feet to watch Eugene fight them off. Eugene continues to fight off the twenty or so zombies, moving closer to Tom with every swing. Eugene finally gets out from between the two hordes. As he does so, he stumbles and does a summersault before coming to a stop at Tom’s feet. Tom helps him quickly get back to his feet.
Tom: Let’s get out of here.
Eugene takes one step away from the now-combined horde before crumpling back to the floor. His face is twisted in agonizing pain.
Tom: What’s wrong?
Eugene lifts the leg of his pants. His ankle has already swollen to the size of a softball.
Eugene: I think I sprained it.
Tom takes one glance at the zombie horde, which is growing in number by the second, before bending down next to Eugene.
Tom: Put your arm around my neck.
The larger man puts his arm around Tom. Tom pulls the man to an upright position.
Tom: Use me for leverage. We need to move.
They start walking away from the zombies. The horde follows right behind them. The weight of Eugene is too much for Tom as the zombies are closing in. Tom looks over his shoulder to see that the zombies in the front of the horde are almost within reach of the two men. Tom looks at Eugene who is struggling with each step. Tom reaches out his free hand.
Tom: Give me the machete.
Eugene does as instructed, placing the machete in Tom’s free hand. As soon as he has it, Tom releases his hold on Eugene.
Eugene: What are you doing? I can’t walk without the support.
Tom turns towards Eugene and sweeps his legs out from under him. Eugene falls onto his back and the zombies are quickly on top of him. Eugene lets out a horrific scream as more and more zombies fall on top of him while Tom just watches. The sound of chomping teeth and tearing flesh takes over as the screams stop. Tom stares at the carnage with no emotion on his face.
Tom: Hasta la vista, baby.
Tom notices a couple of zombies starts to stray towards him. He swings his newly acquired machete at the one closest to him. Its head hits the floor with a thud and rolls a few feet. Tom doesn’t wait around to watch where it stops though. He breaks away at full speed to get away from the horde. Tom weaves through the rows of slot machines, staying towards the outside of the main room as he searches for the exit. The part of the casino that Tom is in is fairly empty as most of the undead have been drawn towards the commotion caused by Eugene’s demise. Over the tops of the slot machines, Tom sees a green “EXIT” sign. Tom throws caution to the wind as he breaks full speed towards the sign. Tom’s momentum is stopped suddenly as he finds himself falling through the air. The wind escapes his lungs as he lands hard on the casino floor.
Tom: What the hell?
Tom’s confusion turns to horror as he feels something grab his foot. Tom’s heart starts racing as he frantically starts kicking his legs until his foot connects with something solid. Tom’s foot comes free and his scoots away from whatever grabbed him. Tom sits up and sees the top half of what used to be a woman crawling towards him. A red trail covers the floor behind her, disappearing down one of the rows of video poker machines. Tom scrambles to his feet and continues to run towards the “EXIT” sign, this time being more aware of his surroundings. Tom reaches the door, an emergency exit, and stops. He puts his ear to the door to listen for any noises. Being satisfied with the silence, Tom pushed the door open and steps outside into the bright blue Las Vegas sky. The door closes behind him with a click and Tom finds himself in an alleyway. Tom leans against the wall to catch his bearing. He puts his hands on his knees and takes a deep breath.
Tom: Where the fuck do I go now? Maybe I should go find Nick or Jordan or…
Tom falls to the ground as something falls on top of him. Tom hears teeth gnashing together as he struggles for position, finally getting onto his back. Tom grabs the zombie that is pinning him down by the neck, pushing its flesh seeking teeth as far away from his face as possible. As the zombie’s face comes into view, Tom recognizes it.
Tom: Mark?
The reanimated corpse of “Hot Stuff” Mark Ward is covered in blood from head to toe. A large amount of blood is concentrated around his mouth. It appears that his arm is half gone with strips of flesh hanging where his elbow once was. Tom is so shocked at the sight of his old friend trying to eat him that he stops fighting and his arms just give way under the weight of the once great wrestler. Zombie Mark’s bodyweight falls onto Tom he sinks his teeth into Tom’s shoulder with a sick squishing sound. Zombie Mark pulls away from Tom’s body with flesh hanging from his mouth. Tom stares off into the sky. All fight has left his eyes as he bleeds out onto the pavement. Zombie Mark continues working on the flesh between his lips as Tom takes his last breath. Several minutes later, Tom’s body starts to move again. This time, it’s must more of an animatronic movement. Tom has joined the ranks of the living dead. Zombie Tom gets to his feet, as does Zombie Mark. They stumble together out of the alley onto the Vegas Strip. At the end of the alley, they are joined by Jordan Williams and Nick Jones, also in zombie form. The four zombies shuffle down the middle of the street. Their silhouettes are all that can be seen against the setting desert sun. Coming down a side street, a 16-wheeler big rig smashes into the four undead SCW Superstars. Their bodies go flying in all directions. As the truck drives away, you can see that the back door is decorated with a picture of a pink flamingo.
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Tom shoots up into a sitting position in his bed. His breath is coming at a quick pace and his body is covered in a cold sweat. Tom’s phone is ringing on the bedside table. He grabs his phone and looks at it. He shakes his head in disbelief as he answers the call.
Tom: Hello?
The voice of “Hot Stuff” Mark Ward is heard on the other end of the line.
HS: There you are, mate. It’s about fucking time I was able to get through to you. Have you seen the news yet?
Tom: Fuck. Not again.
HS: What are you going on about?
Tom: Um… nothing. What’s on the news?
Time feels like it’s going slow as Tom awaits Mark’s reply.
HS: Looks like some drunk had the police chasing him down the strip this morning. I just hope it wasn’t Nick.
Tom lets out a laugh of relief at the news.
Tom: I was afraid you were gonna tell me that the dead were coming back to life.
Hot Stuff pauses for a moment before bursting into laughter.
HS: Zombies? Why the hell would that be on the news?
Tom: It was just a bad dream. Felt real though. I’ll tell you all about it later.
HS: That’s the last time I give you Absinthe at a Halloween party. Get your arse out of bed. You’ve got some promo stuff to do for High Stakes.
Tom laughs.
Tom: Yeah, yeah. I’ll be there. Don’t worry about it.
A knock can be heard from Hot Stuff’s end of the line.
HS: You’d better be. My entertainment just got here though. See you later, mate.
Tom clicks off his phone and lies back onto the bed. He laughs to himself.
Tom: Zombies. What a kick.
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The scene opens at Gold’s Gym off of the strip in Las Vegas. Tom Dudely is sitting at a bicep curling machine. He is wearing a white wife-beater style shirt with a towel hanging around his neck. Tom doesn’t appear to have broken a sweat as he takes a drink from his water bottle. He puts the bottle onto the floor and looks into the camera.
Tom: So, here I am. The Sin City Dudely himself. I know you’ve all missed me out there. You don’t have to hide it. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. I figured I’d do one of these promos from the gym since they seem to be so popular. I don’t really need to be here. You know who does though? That scrawny looking guy, Matthew Kennedy.
Tom gets up from the machine, grabbing his water bottle. His black spandex shorts are more than flattering.
Tom: I’ve been loosely watching Sin City Wrestling lately. Mostly watching Spike Staggs whining about everything and newbies beating established SCW guys like Rage. What was that guy’s name? Something fishy.
Tom rubs his chin as he tries to remember. He waves his hand in the air as if it’ll get rid of the thought.
Tom: Oh well. It doesn’t matter because that guy was just a flash in the pan. He’s gone now. I guess he got upset about not getting a title shot.
Tom snorts.
Tom: What a chick! At least he’s gone now though. That must be why Rage is finally coming out of hiding. That fish guy must have really scared the crap outta him.
Tom starts leisurely strolling through the gym.
Tom: Now, I guess I’ve got a match with Rage at High Stakes. I’m not sure why. Maybe he requested it? He got lucky once against me, maybe he thought he could get lucky again. Who knows? All I know is that he doesn’t stand a chance against me this time around. He has shown how weak he truly is. No more luck, no more flukes, no more wins for little ol’ angry pants.
From off screen, the voice of “Stoner” Scott Oliver can be heard calling out.
Stoner: Hey Tom!
Tom looks in the direction of the Stoner who comes jogging over to Tom.
Stoner: Sorry I’m late. I got held up in traffic. I waited fifteen minutes for a stop sign to turn green.
Tom pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration.
Tom: You do realize that stop signs don’t change color, don’t you?
The Stoner chuckles.
Stoner: Yeah right! Next you’ll try to convince me that Kevin Bacon was in Footloose.
Tom looks confused.
Tom: Kevin Bacon WAS in Footloose.
Stoner: You’re funny.
The Stoner laughs as he looks around the gym.
Stoner: What is this place anyway?
Tom: Umm… It’s a gym.
The Stoner bobs his head as he takes in the gym.
Stoner: Nice. Nice. What happens here?
Tom looks at all of the people who are working out in the gym before turning back to face The Stoner.
Tom: You’re kidding, right?
The Stoner’s face breaks into a big smile as he starts laughing again.
Stoner: Totally. What are we doing here?
Tom: Well, I was just talking about my match with Rage at High Stakes before you showed up.
Stoner: Sweet! Did you get to Matthew Kennedy yet?
Tom: Why would I talk about him?
Stoner: Dude, he’s in the match, too!
The Stoner pulls a copy of the High Stakes card out of his pocket. Tom grabs it out of his hands.
Tom: Let me see that.
Tom looks over the card for a moment.
Tom: What the hell? When did he get added?
Stoner: Umm… when the card was made?
The Stoner laughs at his own joke as Tom starts to fume.
Tom: Whatever, Stonehenge. Rage, Matthew Kennedy, hell, I don’t care if they had the Pink Flamingo himself in this match. There’s only one result, and that’s a Tom Dudely victory. No scrawny Brit or angry scaredy-cat are going to get in my way of being at the Tom. Me and the rest of Tom’s Troops will be the best stable in wrestling history. We’re going to be bigger than the NWO, D-Generation X, or even The Corporation from back in SCW.
Stoner: Tom’s Troops? Is that the name of your group? I’ve heard it called a couple of other things.
Tom waves off the Stoner’s question.
Tom: It doesn’t matter what anyone says. Without me, there is no stable, so I have naming rights. Now get out of my way. This interview is over.
Stoner: What about a statement for High Stakes?
Tom: The only statement you need is that I’m going to beat Rage and Kennedy at High Stakes. Tom Dudely has been reborn and these guys are going to be another example of what he’s capable of.
Tom walks away from the Stoner, disappearing into the locker room to change as the scene fades.
