The scene opens in Tom Dudely’s suite at the top of the Stratosphere Hotel and Casino in Las Vegas, Nevada. Tom is sprawled across the king-sized bed wearing nothing more than a pair of fleece Beavis and Butthead pajamas. Tom has the remote control in his hand as he flips through the channels on the television. After about a minute of channel surfing, Tom tosses the remote onto the bed. He lies back onto the bed and sighs as he stares up at the ceiling.
Tom: Why do New Year’s parties have to start so late? I’m getting bored waiting.
Tom sits up and looks around the room, spotting his Ipad sitting on the dresser across the room. He covers the distance from the bed to the dresser with two strides and picks up his Ipad. Within a matter of seconds, Tom is logged into Twitter. He starts tapping rapidly on the screen until his latest tweet is complete.
@NXTSpikeStaggs is the only one in NXT that actually deserves to be in the main event with #TheSupremacy
Tom clicks the “Tweet” button to send his tweet to his millions of followers. A smirk meets Tom’s lips as he starts working on his follow-up tweet. Only about two minutes after the first one had been sent, Tom submits the second one.
He really doesn’t, but I feel bad for making out with his ex @SCWMisty at the company Christmas party last week.
Tom chuckles to himself as he re-reads the last tweet.
Tom: That should mess with Spike a little bit.
Within a minute of the second tweet, Spike’s ex-girlfriend, Misty, replies to it.
@SinCityDudely Excuse me? Just what were you smoking, because I wouldn’t be caught dead kissing you.
That doesn’t wipe the smile from Tom’s face.
Tom: We were all pretty drunk. Maybe she forgot. I’ll have to remind her.
Tom sits back on the bed and grabs his cell phone off of the nightstand. After a pushing a couple of buttons, Tom puts the phone to his ear.
Tom: Mark, it’s Tom.
It’s just about 1am New Year’s day in London, England and “Hot Stuff” Mark Ward sounds like he is in the middle of a party. He has to yell over the background noise to be heard.
HS: Happy New Year, mate!
Tom: Yeah, back at ya. Hey, do you have Misty’s number?
HS: I’m the boss. I have EVERYONE’S numbers.
Tom chuckles.
Tom: Can I get that from you? I need to talk to her about something.
HS: No problem, mate. I’ll text it to you.
Tom: Thanks.
They end the call. Tom walks into the bathroom. After a couple of moments, Tom walks back into the bedroom and finds that Hot Stuff has gotten him the number that he had requested. Tom dials the number and puts the phone back to his ear.
Misty: Hello?
The confusion can be heard in Misty’s voice as she answers the call from a number she doesn’t recognize. Her voice changed from one of confusion to one of disgust as she realizes who’s on the other end.
Tom: Hey there, sunshine. I see you’re in denial about our little game of tonsil hockey at the Christmas party.
The sound of Misty gagging can be heard.
Misty: You can’t be serious? You are such a vial, disgusting creep. I would never be caught dead with you. Even if it was just to get at Spike.
Tom chuckles.
Tom: Oh Misty, Misty, Misty. You were pretty wasted. I guess you’d had more to drink than I’d thought. Let me remind you…
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The Red Rock Casino Recreation Hall is filled with the staff and superstars of Sin City Wrestling. They are in the middle of an eloquently decorated Christmas Party that puts anything that the other wrestling companies do to shame. Christian Underwood and Mark Ward spared no expense to put on this fancy soiree. There is a clinking of a fork on glass as Mr. Underwood gathers everyone’s attention.
Christian: Ladies and Gentlemen, Mark and I would like to thank you all for all of the hard work that you have all put in to making Sin City Wrestling one of the most popular independent promotion in the United States. We have been able to thrive for over a year now and are still growing above and beyond our wildest dreams. Here’s to a great year and to many, many more to come.
Christian holds up his glass and most of the others in the crowd follow suit. Back in the corner of the room, Tom Dudely, wearing a dark blue Armani suit, walks over to SCW bombshell Misty who is knocking back a glass of champagne by herself in the back corner of the hall. Tom is prepared with a fresh glass as she finishes. He takes the empty one and places the new one in her hand.
Misty: Thank you, stud muffin.
Tom smirks.
Tom: Any chance of getting a kiss in exchange.
Without hesitating, Misty lunges at Tom. Their champagnes glasses shatter as they hit the floor. Things are getting pretty hot and heavy between the two of them when Tom feels a tug on his arm. Tom shakes off the disruption without his lips separating from Misty’s. “Stoner” Scott Oliver tugs on Tom’s arm again.
Stoner: Umm… Tom? Are you sure you know what you’re doing?
Tom shakes off The Stoner’s grasp again. His lips become free to respond.
Tom: Can’t you see that I’m making out with a hot chick? Go smoke a bowl or something.
“Stoner” Scott Oliver looks at Misty as if he’s about to be sick. He shakes his head in disgust.
Stoner: Whatever floats your boat. Just don’t say I didn’t warn you…
The Stoner disappears back into the crowd as Tom and Misty’s lips become entangled once more.
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As Tom finishes his recap to Misty, she bursts into laughter. Tom looks taken aback by the laughter.
Tom: I don’t see why you’re laughing. You should be worried about your drinking problem if you were drunk enough to forget that.
Misty continues to laugh as she answers Tom.
Misty: Is that really how you remember that night? Ha ha ha! Let me tell you how it really happened.
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The Red Rock Casino Recreation Hall is filled with the staff and superstars of Sin City Wrestling. It’s a fairly fancy looking occasion, but not nearly as fancy as Tom had made it out to be. Christian has just finished his speech and Tom walks up to Misty, who is in the middle of a conversation with Ruby, with a fresh glass of champagne as she finishes her current one. He holds it out to her.
Tom: More champagne, gorgeous?
Misty and Ruby stop and glare at the source of their interruption. Tom starts to look uneasy as they don’t say anything to him. His uneasiness soon turns to surprise though as Misty reaches out and hits the champagne into his face. Tom is frozen in shock as the champagne pours from his chin. Misty laughs as her and Ruby walk away into the crowd. Someone reaches out a towel and Tom takes it, wiping off the liquid. He looks up at the person handing him the towel and a smirk crosses his face.
Tom: Hey there, good lookin’. Wanna make out?
The camera zooms out to reveal that he is talking to Hope Heelcum, SCW’s resident gender-bender.
Hope: That sounds fabulous, Big Boy!
Hope grabs Tom by his shirt, pulling him in for a kiss. The two make out until Tom feels a tug on his arm which he shakes off. He feels another tug, this one accompanied by the voice of “Stoner” Scott Oliver.
Stoner: Umm… Tom? Are you sure you know what you’re doing?
Tom shakes off The Stoner’s grasp again. His lips become free to respond.
Tom: Can’t you see that I’m making out with a hot chick? Go smoke a bowl or something.
“Stoner” Scott Oliver looks at Hope Heelcum as if he’s about to be sick. He shakes his head in disgust.
Stoner: Whatever floats your boat. Just don’t say I didn’t warn you…
The Stoner disappears back into the crowd as Tom and Hope’s lips become entangled once more. Off to the side, Narly and Radical watch on in disgust. They are keeping the party “classy” in their board shorts and tuxedo t-shirts.
Radical: Narly…
Narly: What?
Radical: No, I meant that that’s narly.
Narly: I thought I was Narly.
Radical thinks about it for a second.
Radical: Dude, you totally are!
The Surf Boys laugh in the way that only they can do as the scene fades.
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Tom’s face is twisted into one of disgust and disbelief.
Tom: No way that is what happened? I would never…
Misty: Oh, but you did.
Misty bursts into laughter as she hangs up. Tom appears to be in shock as he seizes to move. After about a minute of no movement from Tom, the scene just fades out.
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The last few weeks of 2012 have been a bit down for Tom Dudely. He got suspended from Sin City Wrestling when Christian Underwood decided to make an example of him. The following week, Christian Underwood made a match putting all of Tom’s enemies into a match against The Supremacy and Goth. Then, to finish off the year, Wyatt Peterson, Tom’s former protégé, joined NXT and Christian Underwood once again got the better of Tom. Oh, and to top it all off, Tom found out that he had had a drunken make out session with Hope Heelcum. This year, Tom is determined to turn things around quickly. The first opportunity he is going to have will be at New Year Rising when The Supremacy teams with Goth to face NXT teaming with Matthew Kennedy. Talk about starting 2013 with a bang. This match has Match of the Year written all over it. On January 2nd, Tom made a video and posted it on YouTube for the world to see.
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Tom is sitting in front of the camera. It is apparent that the video was made using a webcam. On the desk around him is a can of Red Bull and a box of tissues.
Tom: This message is for all of you pitiful drones out there who are unable to think for yourselves. Anyone with half a brain can see that The Supremacy is the best thing that can happen to Sin City Wrestling. Mark Ward has seen that Sin City Wrestling was in dire need of someone to get rid of the trash that is NXT. We are not the bad guys. I repeat, we are NOT the bad guys. The bad guys are the guys who spit on the business that guys like TSSA, Austin Parker, and the members of The Supremacy have built up for years. You’d think that Christian Underwood would have seen what was happening and helped us instead of helping the scum in NXT. Now, Christian has started a war, a war that The Supremacy will squash at New Year Rising when we destroy NXT in the Stable Wars.
Tom stops to take a drink from the Red Bull can before continuing.
Tom: Unfortunately, there need to be some third-party casualties in a war. In this case, Matthew Kennedy is in the way of us stifling the NXT scumbags. Kennedy is not even worth the time of NXT though so Mark Ward has recruited Goth to dispose to him. Also, I just want to say, just because Goth is on our side in this war, that doesn’t mean that I would hesitate to throw him to the wolves if it’s for the greater good.
Tom grabs a tissue and blows his nose. He tosses the tissue onto the floor.
Tom: What did you think the tissues were there for? You sick fucks.
Tom chuckles.
Tom: Spike, you think that you can surround yourself with mid-card talents to make yourself look better? It’s not working. Guys like Casey Williams, Aleksei Koji, and…
Tom sneers.
Tom: … Wyatt Peterson…
Tom shakes his head as if to clear it of his former protégé.
Tom: Those kinds of guys are doing nothing but holding you down. I haven’t talked to the other guys yet, but I want you to consider the power that someone like you would have by joining The Supremacy. The money…. the influence… the women. You could stop slumming it with the likes of Vixen. Get rid of the dead weight and join the winning side. Help us clean out the trash in this business. Help us return Sin City Wrestling to the glory that it was before all of the disrespectful brats joined.
Tom sits back in his chair.
Tom: I’m not expecting an answer right away, Spike. I’ll see you at New Year Rising. If you decide not to take me up on my offer, then you can expect to take an ass whoopin’ with the rest of your stable.
Tom reaches towards the camera and the scene cuts to black.
