(Jack walks into the bedroom of his apartment and throws himself on the bed covering his face with his hands as Potato raises his head from the pillow, gruffs, and rolls over going back to sleep but immediately...Pip the Papillion instantly bolts onto Jack’s chest, spinning in a circle and lying down as Alanah O’Connell walks out of the bathroom being flanked by her dog, Lady as she flops on the bed, her head next to Jack’s as they stare at the ceiling.)
Alanah O’Connell: Love, don’t take this the wrong way but...ya look like a lost little kid at an amusement park.
Jack Russow: It’s just so much...PRESSURE. All the texts, the calls, the congratulations and adulations...it was all great. But that was an opponent that didn’t have his heart into it. But THIS time? Chris Crippler, as best I can TELL, is just a cranky sonuvabitch that would rather break your bones than have a cuppa with you.
Alanah O’Connell: Awww you used “cuppa” right! I’m so proud of you! We’ll have you learning Gaelic next!
Jack Russow: ...and yet more pressure I did not need!
Alanah O’Connell: Sorry, mo chroi.
Jack Russow: It’s okay...it’s just...your BROTHER. I knew I’d have to square up with one or the other sooner than later but I was kinda hopin’ it was the one that KINDA approves of me instead of the one that has wanted nothing more than to tear my head off!
Alanah O’Connell: Love, it doesn’t matter if they accept you or not...I love you. And there’s nothing they can do about that.
Jack Russow: And you know you’re my entire world and I could never let go but...it’s this weird macho bullshit...like they don’t have to ACCEPT me but I need to know they RESPECT me.
Alanah O’Connell: Well think of what they just went through! They just RECENTLY had it out with each other to come to terms with the past...let them bond as brothers first befor-
Jack Russow: ...oh my God…
Alanah O’Connell: What? What’s wrong?
(Jack sits up and stares into the mirror and scowls at what he sees as Alanah sits up resting her head on his shoulder.)
Jack Russow: ...brothers.
Alanah O’Connell: Yeah?
Jack Russow: ...I...I feel like I gotta do something...and I’m gonna need a favor…
Alanah O’Connell: ...why do I feel an adventure coming on?
(Jack looks at the camera and winks as the scene changes)
-RUSSOW MANOR-
(The car pulls up and Jack steps out of the driver’s seat as Alanah gets out of the passenger seat...and their artists/seamstress extraordinaire Mattie Cormier steps out of the backseat bouncing happily almost giddy with anticipation...they start walking up the steps but before they can even get to the door it has FLOWN open as hard as it can and standing with her arm leaning against the frame with the back of her hand resting on her little forehead with her hips cocked to the side...stands Jack’s little sister Rosie...the dramatic actress of the pair of twins.)
Rosie Russow: UGH...well I’m HERE...how can I help yo-
Mattie Cormier: ROSIE!!!
(Rosie suddenly throws her back against the door frame and covers her mouth with both hands and lets out the weirdest shriek of happiness on an octave pitch normal human ears aren’t prepared to hear.)
Rosie Russow: OH. EM. JEEPERS!!! IT’S MATTIE CORMIER IN THE FLESH!!! Oh dahling it is simply RAVISHING to see you! Oh my stars! My Alanah is here too!? Is it my birthday!? Make sure the cake is gluten free...I’m not certain I have a problem with gluten but I will NOT outgrow my wardrobe!!!
Mattie Cormier: M’Lady I believe...I could be of some use with that!
(She looks over her shoulder and stands with the most sullen, broken expression on his face...stands Mack McKane...arms overloaded with rolls of fabric and a picnic basket of utensils. Rosie actually starts to tear up.)
Rosie Russow: You-...I-...OH YOU ANGEL!!!
(Rosie forgets her cadence for a moment and absolutely flings herself into Mattie’s arms as Alanah huffs playfully like she’s jealous as Rosie reaches over from Mattie’s arms and pulls them both into the biggest three way hug you’ve ever seen.)
Rosie Russow: God. has. Hand-picked. THE. BEST. role models. For me!!! LADIES...TO THE THEATRE!!!
(Rosie hops down grabbing both of their hands and absolutely powerhousing both of them into the house and up the stairs as Mack stands by Jack…)
Mack McKane: ...I hate you.
*From a Distance* Mattie Cormier: MR. MCKANE, WE REQUIRE OUR MATERIALS!!!
(Mack turns and grumbles under his breath stomping up the stairs as Jack smiles happily watching them all go bond...but his aim was on one person...and sure enough, he turns and looks into the den where Rosie’s twin brother Charlie sits with his face hiding behind a book. Charlie is IMMENSELY intelligent for his age...he’s immensely intelligent PERIOD. And that separates him from other kids his age. He has no interest in playing or sports or television...he just...reads. Jack walks over and read the outside of the book Charlie is working on.)
Jack Russow: “Sea Turtles: A Complete Guide to Their Biology, Behavior, and Conservation.” by James Spotila...uhh...good read there, Chuck?
Charlie Russow: ...my name is Charlie, brother. I would hope you of all interactors in this family would care to remember that but I suppose I’m repressed once more.
Jack Russow: Hey man, c’mon...it was just a joke.
Charlie Russow: Yes, infantile exacerbations mining for guttural advances of joy seem to be a prominent theme in this family. I’m afraid I don’t share the genome.
Jack Russow: Hey...dude, just put down the book for a minute.
(Charlie sighs and closes his book sitting it off to the side, turning and looking at Jack...Jack had never noticed that his eyes were a striking green but the left one had a glimmer of gold running through the upper part of the iris.)
Jack Russow: Woah dude! I never noticed your eyes before!
Charlie Russow: ...there’s much you and dare I say, many of them have not noticed. It’s a minor genetic flaw, nothing mo-
Jack Russow: Don’t do that.
Charlie Russow: I...I’m sorry?
Jack Russow: Don’t ever call yourself a “flaw”...it’s a characteristic. It’s special. And trust me, you ARE somethin’ special. What grade level are you reading at now?
Charlie Russow: “Officially” I’m not allowed to surpass the 10th grade reading level...simpletons.
Jack Russow: ...and unofficially?
Charlie Russow: I’ve delved into popular territories and dabbled in the macabre and followed the trail to the informative so...I’d say...actually, now that I think about it...I don’t know HOW to classify it. I’ve read everything from Sun Tzu to Descartes to Faulkner to Bukowski...I’ve traversed with The Alchemist and I’ve hunted Moby Dick. I do enjoy the classics…
Jack Russow: ...but sea turtles, huh?
Charlie Russow:Chelonia mydas. I find them fascinating...their genetics, their diet, how they coalesce with violent predators all around them.
Jack Russow: ...c’mon...get your coat.
Charlie Russow: Wh-
Jack Russow: Trust me.
(Charlie looks at him confused and reluctantly...before going to his room and collecting his coat and following Jack out the door.)
-LITTLE WONDERS-
“Our lives are made…
Of these small hours.
These little wonders…
These twists and turns of fate…
Time falls away.
But THESE small hours…
THESE small hours…
...still remain.”
(We open to see the interior of the Sand Shark, Rays, and Turtles exhibit at the New York Aquarium. Jack walks with his hands in his pockets behind a, for once, actually engaged and active Charlie darting back and forth classifying every creature he sees.)
Charlie Russow: AND THAT ONE THERE! THE ODONTASPIDIDAE!!! LOOK at it! Just LOOK! It swims with it’s mouth open! Their teeth are long and needlelike to impale fish and keep them from escaping! I’ll BET that’s Axl!
(And all of a sudden Charlie lets out a massive gasp as a MASSIVE turtle swims into his line of sight as he leans forward touching the glass as she approaches near him.)
Charlie Russow: *in a whispering voice* ...LUCY.
Jack Russow: Uhhh...Lucy?
Charlie Russow: She’s a hawksbill sea turtle weighing around 200 pounds of pure battering ram power! See her beak? It’s razor sharp and there have been MULTIPLE stories about her taking chunks out of the coral decor and even a couple trainers! She is MAGNIFICENT!!!
Jack Russow: O...kay…
Charlie Russow: LOOK OVER THERE!!! IT’S YELLOW!!!
Jack Russow: ...there’s a turtle named Yellow?
Charlie Russow: He’s a MASSIVE 340 pound Loggerhead! Y’know most people believe that sea turtles are just slow and lazy...I blame Pixar...but they can POWER through the water and LOOK! LOOK LOOK LOOK!
(A massive roughtail stingray swims overhead with a significantly stumpier tail as Charlie follows it with his finger.)
Charlie Russow: THAT’S RAY CHARLES!!! LOOK BROTHER, YOU CAN TELL BY THE TAIL!!! They said they believe Yellow got sick of poor Ray swimming in his way too many times and he kept biting his tail so they had to amputate! WOW!!!
(Jack walks over and puts a hand on Charlie’s shoulder. And he leads him over and sits him down. Charlie suddenly gets a curious look on his face.)
Charlie Russow: ...you know nothing of these creatures...do you brother?
Jack Russow: I...don’t have a CLUE.
Charlie Russow: ...wh-...why would you waste your day...in an obviously uninteresting location to you?
Jack Russow: Charlie I want you to listen to me. This day...THESE days...CAN never, and WILL never be a waste to me.
Charlie Russow: ...I’m afraid I don’t calculate.
Jack Russow: Yeah this is all cool, I like sharks and stuff but that’s not...why I brought you here. Charlie, I brought you here very selfishly, I must admit.
Charlie Russow: ...still not following.
Jack Russow: I wanted...I NEEDED to see you in a real world environment at LEAST once. Vibrant! Excited! Alive! Charlie I brought YOU here...to remind you that there is a world...beyond your books. I know you feel more comfortable with them since...the test.
Charlie Russow: You mean since they found out I’m on the spectrum and have been walking on eggshells around me as to not upset me or get their feelings hurt because I put things bluntly?
Jack Russow: Exactly. I...don’t EVER wanna see you hide yourself from the world. To Hell with the spectrum, to Hell with the labels. You are...MAYBE the most spectacular kid I’ve ever met...don’t you dare hide yourself from the world. If they can’t adjust, that’s THEIR problem. YOU be Charlie Russow. YOU choose your path. And I just wanted you to know...I’m gonna be there EVERY step of the way. We all will.
Charlie Russow: ...but father-
Jack Russow: Y’know you and dad are actually INCREDIBLY similar in a lot of ways.
Charlie Russow: ...we are?
Jack Russow: You both speak what’s on your mind...you don’t feel comfortable IN large crowds but you thrive in FRONT of large crowds, if you’re passionate about something you study EVERYTHING you can get your hands on about it…
Charlie Russow: What does father study?
Jack Russow: Honestly he studies pro wrestling. It used to be what he ate, slept, and breathed. I can’t COUNT the number of hours we spent watching old tapes from the 70’s and 80’s...the old school promo cutters and the roughneck fighters. It consumed him...there were a lot of times I thought he forgot about me too. But then...something happened.
Charlie Russow: ...what?
Jack Russow: You and Rosie were born...and you were fine. You were a GREAT baby...but Rosie...and don’t you ever tell her this...Rosie almost didn’t make it. She was in an incubator for awhile and that was the first time...I saw dad drop professional wrestling. He cancelled all his appearances...he even quit a few companies. The two of you sparked something in him...and along the way, he faltered a time or two…
Charlie Russow: ...he put you in the hospital until mother beat the tar out of him.
Jack Russow: Well...yes that DID happen but…*sigh* Alanah’s brothers...have been at each others throats for almost, maybe a little over a year...because one thought the other abandoned him. And I just...I never, ever, EVER...want you to feel abandoned.
(Charlie tears up a bit...and to Jack’s surprise he throws himself forward wrapping his arms around Jack’s neck as Jack hugs him tightly back.)
Charlie Russow: I...I never know how to say it but I...I DO love you, brother!!!
Jack Russow: I love you too, Little Man. You are gonna be JUST. FINE.
(Jack wipes a tear away as well as he puts both hands on Charlie’s shoulders smiling at him.)
Charlie Russow: Now...what’s Rule #1?
Jack & Charlie: Mom is always right, never listen to Dad.
(Jack wraps his arm around his brother as they watch the aquatic wildlife swim around as the scene fades.)
-I SEE FIRE-
“Oh misty eye of the mountain below…
Keep careful watch o’er my brothers’ soul.
And should the sky be filled with...fire and smoke…
Keep watching over Durin’s sons.”
(The scene opens to a barebones locker room...nobody has shown up yet, there isn’t any sort of hustle or bustle and the clock in the corner says 3:00 P.M...Four hours before showtime. We hear the door click open. And walking into frame, by himself, stands Jack Russow dropping his bag in one of the lockers and removing his coat hanging it up nicely before he walks over carrying a simple black foldable chair with him...and he sets it in the middle of the room. He takes a seat, leans forward, and runs both hands across his face and back through his hair as he leans back...his right hand points fidgetly towards the camera as his legs start shaking.)
Jack Russow: See I had...this BIG and GRAND production planned. I was gonna go ALL OUT for this one because it’s not only my second match in the company that I feel...I haven’t made a big enough impression in yet. But there are SO MANY things to celebrate! My dad’s birthday is Sunday...Malachi is STILL on good terms with Lachlan...Lachlan seems to be coming around...Malachi is waging war on a dog instead of being focused on the ONE MAN...WHO HAS HAD HIM IN HIS CROSSHAIRS...SINCE THE DAY THEY “MET” ON TWITTER.
FUCKING. TWITTER.
(Jack starts bobbing his head drumming on his knees obviously bothered by everything that’s been going on as his facial expressions alternate between cringe, disgust, and smiling.)
Jack Russow: WHAT ELSE do we have to celebrate!? Huh!? How ‘bout the fact that I’m going to take that ragged old piece of shit Chris Crippler and I’m gonna do just that. I’m gonna cripple him, and I know...I know...each and every person he’s ever faced has probably promised that and HELL he probably turned the TABLES on them! But Chris...may I call you Chris? I’m respectful...we’ll go with Mr. Cripple. See Mr. Cripple what YOU don’t understand...is YOU have been invited into the middle of a World War that has been broiling in my chest for SO LONG now that...when I think about this opportunity...to FINALLY get my hands on Malachi...I can’t sleep! I’m TOO EXCITED! Hell, I’M so happy that I might use YOUR decrepit ass to bash THAT over-cocky ass! I WILL BEAT A MOTHERFUCKER WITH AN OLDER MOTHERFUCKER!!!
(Jack tousled his hair in anger again as he edges to the end of the seat holding his hand out and his pointer finger and thumb are touching like he’s pointing now.)
Jack Russow: See I told you, I told you, I TOLD YOU...at the END of my last video...I gave you ALL the recap of the century. Did you all do the required reading? Hmm? Study your homework? I know...I KNOW I’m supposed to be the “good guy” that plays by the rules and keeps a smile on his face and fetches and steps for everyone’s amusement while they play me off-stage like it’s the 18-FUCKING-90’S. And that’s just it isn’t it…
(Jack has a sudden look of realization on his face.)
Jack Russow: Look...Mal, I’m SORRY you lost your Pa. But from what Alanah has told me not only did he seem like a great guy...she said he’d LIKE me! Hell, your Ma LOVES me! And I’d do anything for my girls. Yeah...that’s right, I said it *MY* GIRLS. Tell me with as amazing, beautiful, charming, and sweet as Alanah is...how did YOU fall so far from the tree? You got a mishapen head like one of those stupid Aliens in the Indiana Jones and the Crystal Skull movie, you glare like an Oompa Loompa, you DO smack talk like a motherfucker I’ll give you that...and I will DEFINITELY give you all the props in the world...for what you can do in that ring. But this ain’t your song...and this ain’t your dance…
...brother...this ain’t even your club.
(Jack suddenly calms himself and the trademark side grin cracks across his face again.)
Jack Russow: MY father? My father has faked my death...staged my kidnapping...beaten me with a leather strap on live TV...sent me to the emergency room...my father has put me and Bella through every kind of nightmare you could never imagine in your wildest dreams but I STILL. LOVE HIM. Call it Stockholm Syndrome, call it whatever you will. “I just can’t LEAVE, Karen, my CDs are in his car” or some abusive relationship like that. When he has his head on straight? My father is also the greatest professional wrestler IN. THE. WORLD. And he passed that gift on! D’you know who he passed that knowledge...that gift on to!?
...LITERALLY...EVERYONE...BUT ME.
Jack Russow: And trust me, this isn’t sour grapes, I understand why he did it...he didn’t WANT this life for me. See before all this? I...was a MUSICIAN! And we were GOOD...SO good in fact that we had started touring! And I tried...and I tried...to line those tour dates up with days...I could see your sister. And then I met Mack. I don’t know who trained him, Hell the way he works in the ring I don’t even know if he IS trained. But I learned...then every city we played, I paid a visit to their best school and for two or three days...I learned. I learned every style I could. But I wasn’t...GOOD...at any of them. And I’d wondered why, WHY I was having such trouble, WHY my dad wouldn’t just suck it up and train me RIGHT.
...it was because of my name.
Jack Russow: We keep bringing it back to that Goddamned name, beating that horse to death time and time again but the fact is it’s the truth! It’s MY truth! I had to set out...I had to become a journeyman...I had to go to shows and LIVE the life of 25 dollars and a handshake or a slice of pizza. Did I have the financial stability to make that still work? I won’t lie to you, yes I did. See I’m EVERYTHING you think I am Mal. I’m an entitled, over-pampered, stuck up trust fund baby. But I’m trying...I am TRYING to distance myself from that because I am TRYING...to be my OWN FUCKING MAN. So you keep throwing your quips...and your threats...and your jokes...and Chris Crippler can keep maintaining radio silence all he wants...it’s PROBABLY in his best interest at this point. I mean...dude...c’mon...you are...LITERALLY twice our age, you CAN’T break Malachi’s catch-as-catch can style or holds...you CAN’T catch my aerial maneuvers OR my cat-like chain wrestling combos into violent submissions like...ONE way or another...IF you step into this beatdown between Malachi and I? You’re gonna get hurt. Bad. ON purpose you skeevy old bastard. And as for YOU Malachi? We’re just running in circles at this point...so anything I have left to say to YOU?
...is gonna smash you right in the face.
(Jack gets up out of the chair and walks over turning the camera off.)