The scene opens inside of the Newark Pavilion in Newark, California. The building is packed as the last show of the year for Big Time Wrestling is in full swing. One half of the BTW Tag Team Champions, Jason Styles, is in the ring cutting a promo.
Styles: This year has had its ups and downs. I lost the BTW World Heavyweight Championship to my best friend, Ryan Von Kool. Then I bounced right back and picked up the BTW tag titles with Shane Kody.
The crowd cheers at the mention of some of their favorite BTW stars.
Styles: Tonight is the last show of the year though and I am out here to officially announce that 2013 is going to be the year of Jason Styles. I am the best that BTW has to offer and nobody in the back can beat me if I don’t want them to.
“Indestructible” by Disturbed starts to blare from the speakers. The crowd is confused as this music is unfamiliar to them. Their confusion is quick to turn to boos as Sin City Wrestling’s own Tom Dudely appears at the entrance. He is dressed in a dark blue Armani suit accented with a dark gray handkerchief and matching neck tie. He has a microphone in his hand as he slowly walks towards the ring.
Tom: Is this really where you’ve been spending all of your time, Jason?
A smile spreads on Jason’s face as he addresses Tom.
Styles: Tom, I didn’t know you were here tonight. Let me give you a proper introduction.
Styles turns towards the crowd.
Styles: Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome Tom Dudely!
The crowd boos loudly at the introduction. Tom takes in the booing with a smile. He reaches the ring and climbs the steps before climbing between the ropes into the ring. Tom and Styles stand face to face in the center of the ring, neither man appears to be rattled by the other. Tom is the first to turn away as he brings his microphone back to his lips.
Tom: I don’t know how you could possibly stand being in a place like Newark, California all of the time, Jason. This place smells worse than the port-o-potties at the state fair.
The crowds boos start back up.
Tom: I mean, me and you started our careers around the same time. Hell, we even had a couple of matches with each other. You had a lot of talent. What could have possibly relegated you to a dump like Big Time Wrestling?
Styles holds up his hand as if to stop Tom.
Styles: Whoa, Tom! BTW is one of the biggest promotions in the country. I have been able to pass my knowledge onto the next generation of the business.
Tom cuts in.
Tom: Like who? Ryan Von Kool? That guy is more of a joke than Casey Williams.
Styles: Who is Casey Williams?
Tom taps his finger to his nose.
Tom: Exactly.
Styles: Look, I don’t know why you’re here…
Tom: Oh, you want to know why I’m here? That’s simple. I’m here to collect a paycheck. You see, we can both admit that we’re no spring chickens anymore.
Jason Styles nods in agreement.
Tom: So that leaves me with two options. I can either go (Finger quotes) wrestle (End quotes) for the big company. A place where someone with as much talent as myself will just get relegated to opening matches and dark matches while someone with no talent what-so-ever is in the main event. Or, I can stick to the indy circuit where people are able to see my talents truly displayed.
Styles: I still don’t understand why you’re out here, in this ring, with me right now.
Tom: Well, your promoter understands that you guys who are here for every show can’t draw much of a crowd. You guys are the cake. You hold together the company. But me… I’m the icing. People see me and they want a taste. I’m what draws them in, you’re what fills their stomach.
Styles: So you admit that I’m a better wrestler than you?
Tom laughs.
Tom: Oh no, no, no, no, no, no, no. What I’m saying is that you still have to toil away to make your meager living while guys like me just have to show their face to get a check that is more than four times larger than yours.
This appears to have struck a bit of a nerve with Jason Styles, but his quickly returns to a calm demeanor.
Styles: Why don’t you actually earn your money tonight? I’m up for a match. I wouldn’t mind getting back into the ring with a (Finger quotes) legend (end quotes) such as yourself.
The crowd bursts into cheers. A smirk meets the corner of Tom’s face.
Tom: You really want to end your year with a legendary ass whooping?
Styles: Come on, Tom. Show me who my Dudely is.
Tom slowly takes off his jacket and hangs it over the top rope. The crowd is in hysterics as Tom loosens his tie. Styles throws down his microphone and puts up his fists. Tom brings his microphone back to his lips.
Tom: That isn’t going to happen.
Tom smiles mockingly at Jason who just looks away into the now booing crowd. Jason smiles back as he swings with a right hand that connects with Tom’s jaw. Tom hits the mat and the crowd bursts into cheers once more. Tom gets back to his feet only to be knocked back down with another right hand from a fired up Styles. When Tom rebounds this time, he swings wildly at Styles who easily ducks the right hand. Styles spins Tom around and hits his with a picture perfect standing dropkick. Tom falls to the mat and rolls out of the ring. Jason’s music starts and he works the crowd as Tom walks up the ramp looking dejected. Tom yells out at the crowd as he walks up the ramp.
Tom: Go ahead and cheer for your sucker-punching hero. He wouldn’t stand a chance against me in a fair fight.
A fan grabs Tom’s arm. Tom yanks it away and starts berating the fan.
Tom: You’re the kind of trash that keeps me away from this place. Go back to your f*cking McJob and boss around some teenagers.
Tom turns to face Jason Styles who is still in the ring watching Tom retreat.
Tom: You’re a nobody. You’ve always been a nobody. You’ll always be a nobody.
Styles just smiles as Tom reaches the curtain at the top of the ramp and disappears backstage as the scene fades.
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The scene opens inside of Tom Dudely’s home away from home, his suite at the top of the Stratosphere Hotel and Casino on the Las Vegas strip. The room is empty, but the sound of running water can be heard emanating from the bathroom. There is a knock at the door. The water continues to run as Tom appears from the bathroom wearing blue jeans without a shirt. A green toothbrush protrudes from his mouth. Tom walks across the room and opens the door to find one of Sin City Wrestling’s cameramen waiting on the opposite side. Tom gives him a disgusted look before taking the toothbrush out of his mouth.
Tom: Yes?
Cameraman: Umm… Mr. Dudely, I have been sent here by Mr. Koji to find out what your New Year’s resolution is.
Tom looks confused.
Tom: Koji? Do you mean that Russian guy that’s getting his ass kicked by me at the supercard?
Cameraman: Umm… I believe he’s actually from Romania.
Tom: They both have disgusting food and ugly women. What’s the difference?
The cameraman stammers as he can’t figure out how to reply.
Tom: Koji wants to know what my New Year’s resolution is? I’ll tell you. My resolution is to eliminate the poison from Sin City Wrestling. My resolution is to save this company from the poison that is NXT.
Tom smirks.
Tom: To sum it up, my resolution is to kick Aleksei Koji’s ass.
Cameraman: Thank you, Mr. Dudely. I’ll make sure that this gets right to Mr. Koji.
The cameraman starts to turn away, but Tom grabs the camera and points it back at himself.
Tom: Since you’re already here, how about we knock out my promo?
The cameraman ponders for a moment before shrugging his shoulders and nodding. Tom runs his hand across his head before beginning.
Tom: You know, I’ve been watching these lame promos by Matthew Kennedy and NXT. They all have been pretty much saying the same thing. Kennedy, Williams, and Koji are all claiming that The Supremacy somehow screwed them out of titles or just screwed them in general. The truth is that in this business there is no such thing as getting screwed out of a title. A true champion will find a way to persevere against any odds. You all have been handed unearned title shots and you all have squandered them. I can’t say the same for Spike. He’s actually taken the opportunities handed to him and done something with them.
Tom turns and walks back into his suite.
Cameraman: Was that it?
Tom rapidly spins back to face the cameraman.
Tom: Of course that’s not it! I just needed a drink. Bring your sorry ass in here. Close the door behind you.
The cameraman walks in and closes the door. Tom grabs a bottle of beer from the mini bar before flopping down into an armchair.
Tom: Matthew Kennedy is such a joke. I mean, heard him talking but it’s always about what he’s going to do in the future. He talks about how I’ve done nothing recently in Sin City Wrestling. I can admit that I haven’t made a huge impact since I’ve returned to the ring, but that will all change in the near future. I’ve only been back for a few month and haven’t so much as seen a title match. Kennedy on the other hand has been in SCW since pretty much the beginning and has had multiple title matches. I vaguely remember Bo Dreamwolf throwing a Roulette title match against him in order to get a Heavyweight title match, but other than that, Kennedy has done nothing but lose. Someone should really cancel him.
Tom laughs at his own joke.
Tom: And Koji. Wow. I don’t even know where to start with this drunk Russian guy.
Cameraman: Romanian.
Tom ignores the interruption.
Tom: He calls me a little man. He says that I’m the weak link in The Supremacy. Saying that I’m the weak link in this super group is like saying that I’m the dumbest person in MENSA. It’s meant as a insult, but… well… you can’t be too bad about being called the worst of the best. He probably forgot about our match a few months back where I beat him to within inches of his life. He was probably drunk. He’ll want to start drinking early to numb himself of the beating he’s going to receive at New Year Rising.
Tom takes a drink from his beer.
Tom: Casey. Casey, Casey, Casey.
Tom smiles as he shakes his head.
Tom: He had it right. I had a hand it making his 2012 miserable. Whether it was when I was managing Wyatt to kick his ass, or when me and the rest of The Supremacy were stopping his terror reign. The thing he was wrong about was that 2013 would be any different. Casey Williams is the kind of guy who looks big and bad, but in reality has no skill. He only beats easy opponents or he teams up with someone like Jordan who is good enough to carry his gigantic ass.
Geez. Tom is zinging them today.
Tom: Spike. The leader of the New X-Tremes. The only one of my opponents at New Year Rising with talent. I still believe that you should leave those losers behind and join The Supremacy. It would be your safest bet. You know as well as I do that The Supremacy will succeed in their mission of ridding SCW of the trash that is polluting the company. I know that you have history with every member of the Supremacy, some good, some bad. You’re a smart man though, and I know that everyone can put their differences aside for the greater good of saving the company. This is my last time making this offer, though. How does the saying go? You can lead a horse to water but you can’t make him drink? The same can be said for asses like you, Spike.
Tom absentmindedly scratches his cheek.
Tom: You guys brought back Wyatt Peterson.
Tom smiles.
Tom: That’s just another example of Spike taking someone else’s sloppy seconds and making them out to be the next big thing. I don’t care if he’s there just as an enforcer or if he actually gets involved. There’s a reason that I dropped him like a bad habit. He’s still a nobody. Hell, he’s even more of a nobody now that he’s in NXT. This Sunday, at New Year Rising¸ The Supremacy will take their biggest step to date in ridding SCW of the poison that infects it. Once we’re done, we promise that NXT will be broken.
Tom stares directly into the camera with a sinister smile on his face as the scene fades.
