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RING! RING! RING!
The light from Tom Dudely’s cell phone is the only thing that can be seen in the pitch black room. After a moment, a hand picks up the phone and brings it to his face to see who is calling. The light shines upon Tom’s face for a moment before he pushes a button and puts it to his ear.
Tom (groggily): Hello?
A familiar voice enters Tom’s ear.
Wyatt: Howdy, Tom!
Tom sits up a little in the bed.
Tom: Shit, Wyatt. What time is it?
Wyatt: Ah don’t know about over there in Amsterdam, but out here in Texas it’s a little after eight in the mornin’.
Tom turns this information over is his head, trying to convert it to the time in Amsterdam. As soon as he figures it out, he shoots up into an upright position.
Tom: Fuck! I’m gonna miss my flight.
Wyatt: Don’ tell me you were still sleepin’? It’s gotta be the middle of the afternoon over there right now.
Tom: A little after three if I’m not mistaken. Guess I celebrated a little too hard last night.
Tom gets to his feet and starts feeling around for his duffel bag in the dark.
Wyatt: Well, ya had every right to celebrate. Ya got back into the ring fer the first time in three years and beat the biggest that SCW has tah offer.
Tom pulls out a pair of pants and slips them on over the boxers that he had been sleeping in.
Tom: It felt really good to get the win after all of those years away. Afterwards, Mark took me out for some drinks among other things. The last thing I remember was Mark ordering a bottle of Absinth. I don’t remember if we did anything after that. Hell, I don’t even remember getting back to my room.
Wyatt lets out a guffaw of a laugh. Tom pulls a t-shirt over his head.
Tom: It was definitely the hardest I’ve partied in a long time. I don’t think I’ll be doing it again for a while.
Wyatt: Don’t hold back. You’re in Europe. Ya gotta do everything that ya can’t do over here. What’s yer next stop?
Tom: I’m supposed to catch a plane to Paris pretty soon. It’s supposed to leave at four thirty.
Wyatt: Well then, ya better git yer ass outta there or you’ll miss yer plane.
Tom: I’m tryin’. Wyatt, I’m gonna let you go. Can I call you back later?
Wyatt: O’ course! You jus’ go catch yer plane.
Tom: Thanks buddy. I’ll talk to you later.
Wyatt: Bye.
Tom shuts off his phone and starts feeling around on the wall for the light switch. After a few moments, he finds it and flips it to the “on” position. He turns around to look at hotel room. The first thing he notices are two women sleeping naked on his bed, cuddling with each other in the spoon position. The brunette is holding the blonde from behind with her hand lightly cupping one of the blonde’s small, perky breasts. Tom shakes his head in disbelief as a smile spreads across his face.
Tom: I guess I really did celebrate hard. I’m gonna have to send Mark a “thank you” card.
Tom starts towards the women, but stops himself. He scolds himself for even considering getting back into the bed.
Tom: No! No! You have to get to Paris. There will be plenty of women there.
Tom picks up his duffel bag and turns towards the door. He opens the door and takes one last glance at the bed. He shakes his head and smiles once more as he turns off the light, closing the door behind him. The scene fades.
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PA: Vol soixante neuf à Berlin est aujourd'hui l'embarquement. Flight sixty-nine to Berlin is now boarding.
Monday evening at Charles de Gaulle Airport in Paris isn’t their busiest day. Most of the tourists arrived on Saturday and most business men did their travel earlier in the day. There are only about fifty people in the terminal, or le terminal as it’s called in France. From out of one of the gates, SCW superstar Tom Dudely emerges wearing blue jeans and a generic SCW logo t-shirt. There are only about fifteen other people that emerge from the gate. Mostly they are business men returning home for the night but there are also a few tourists who took a Monday flight to save money. You can tell which ones are tourists by their look of awe on their faces as they stare out the windows at the city lights. The group basically stays together as they head towards the baggage claim area where their luggage has just started to arrive at the carrousel. After a couple of minutes watching other people’s bags go by, Tom spots his duffel bag, grabbing it off of the carrousel when it gets to him. Tom tosses his bag over his shoulder and turns around, bumping into an SCW cameraman. Tom reaches out to catch him so he doesn’t fall.
Tom: Sorry about that. I didn’t see you there.
Cameraman: It’s okay. I should have let you know I was there.
Tom gets a look of confusion on his face.
Tom: What ARE you doing here anyway? I was unaware of any interview or promo that I was supposed to cut right now.
Cameraman: Oh, did you not get the message from Mr. Underwood?
Tom reaches into his pocket and pulls out his cell phone. He pushes the power button without a response from the phone.
Tom: Hmm… it must have died. What’s going on?
Cameraman: From what I’ve been told, Mr. Underwood’s email has been flooded with people talking about your return to the ring. You’re bigger now than you ever were back in GXW.
Tom: That’s awesome! But… I still don’t know why you’re here.
Cameraman: Yes, I was getting to that. Mr. Underwood is considering putting together a DVD of your return. I’m not sure what all it will entail, but I’ve been told to follow you around until London Brawling and get all of the footage I can of you.
Tom turns it over in his head.
Tom: So you’ll be following me everywhere? My morning jogs, promotional work¸ even my bathroom stuff?
The cameraman puts up his hand and shakes his head.
Cameraman: Oh no! I won’t be following you into the bathroom. Mr. Underwood said that audio will be more than enough for that.
Tom looks put out by that. The cameraman starts laughing.
Cameraman: I’m just kidding. You’ll still get your privacy. A lot of people want to see your comeback. I’m just going to get the important stuff. You’ll still have privacy when you shower, sleep, and shi… I mean, go to the bathroom.
Tom: Well, Alright. If that’s what Christian wants I guess I’ve gotta do it.
Tom starts walking down the terminal towards the exit. The cameraman follows after him.
Tom: I guess if we’re gonna be spending a lot of time together, I should probably know your name.
Cameraman: Pete. My name is Pete.
Tom: Well, Pete, I’m going to head to my hotel now. I’m staying at Hotel Le Bristol. Meet me there at six in the morning if you want to go with me on my morning jog. I’m planning on hitting up the Eiffel Tower. Have you ever been there?
Pete: No, this is my first time in Europe.
Tom walks out of the terminal where the street has very little activity. A taxi cab is parked at the curb just outside of the terminal.
Tom: I’ve never been to the tower neither, but I’ve seen it from afar. I’m hoping to beat the crowd by getting there so early.
Tom walks over to the cab and knocks on the window. He motions for the cab driver to open the trunk. The trunk pops open and Tom puts his duffel bag inside. Tom closes the trunk and moves over to the rear passenger side door, opening it up.
Tom: Get my number from Mark or Christian in case you need to find me. I’ll work with you the best I can. Otherwise, I’ll see you at six.
Tom gets into the cab and closes the door.
Tom: Hotel Le Bristol.
The cab takes off down the road as the scene fades.
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Men and women are packed into the club. Some are sitting around socializing while the dance floor is packed with people dancing to the latest hit from the German band Oomph!. The club is decorated with a mix of metal and gothic décor. Most of the people packed in are wearing dark clothing and dark makeup, even the men. The door opens and Tom Dudely walks into the club with the cameraman, Pete, in tow. Tom starts scanning the club for someone. When he spots who he’s looking for, Tom yells something to Pete but it is drowned out by the loud music. Pete looks at Tom questioningly so he gets right next to Pete’s ear and repeats what he had said. Pete nods in agreement and the two men start to make their way around the club along the walls. In one of the corners is a roped off room with a sign that says “Reserved”. Tom looks inside of the room and sees fellow SCW superstar Spike Staggs at the bar along with Giani DiLuca. The rest of the room is filled with all women of all different looks and builds. Tom attempts to go into the room only to be stopped by a bouncer who just puts his hand out and shakes his head. Tom tries to say something, but it is once again drowned out by the music. The bouncer points at his own ear and shakes his head. Tom gives up trying to talk over the music and points past the bouncer at Spike. The bouncer looks at Spike and back at Tom with a look of uncertainty. Tom motions towards Spike as if to tell the bouncer to go ask. The bouncer gives Tom and Pete one last glance before turning around and walking to where Spike and Giani are having in the middle of laughing at something. The bouncer says something into Spike’s ear and points at Tom. Spike smiles and nods saying something back to the bouncer. The bouncer walks back to Tom and Pete and, without saying a word, unhooks the red rope allowing Tom and Pete to enter the room. Tom walks straight to Spike and reaches out to shake his hand but instead is met with a mystery shot. Tom looks at the mystery liquid and raises a questioning eyebrow at Spike who takes a shot from a non-existent glass and points at Tom. Tom shrugs, tilts his head back, and dumps the liquid into the back of his throat. Tom’s face scrunches up in a look of disgust. Spike and Giani laugh as they hand him another shot filled with a different liquid. Tom doesn’t even question it this time. He just tilts his head back and dumps it into his mouth. Tom swallows this time and his face scrunches up again. Before he can even recover from the last shot, Giani hands Tom another one. Tom shakes his head and waves over the bartender. Tom points to a glass bottle of Pepsi that is in refrigerator behind the counter. The bartender nods in understanding and pulls it out of the refrigerator. He pops off the cap and places it on the counter in front of Tom. Tom reaches for his wallet but the bartender waves him off and points at Spike. Spike smiles and tips his shot at Tom before pouring it down his throat. Tom grabs the Pepsi and takes a drink before downing another shot. Pete continues to roll at Tom is fed shot after shot of various types of liquor, much to the delight of Spike and Giani. Tom is quickly drunk off his ass. At one point, he pulls out his cell phone and posts a couple of messages on Twitter talking about how drunk he was. After only a couple of hours, Tom passes out at the bar while Spike and Giani are still going strong. The scene fades.
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Tom’s cell phone starts to ring on Tom’s bedside table in his hotel room. From under the covers, Tom’s arm slowly creeps out, grabbing the phone, and throws it across the room. A moan emits from Tom as the phone continues to ring. Tom pulls the pillow over his head to try to block out the noise. After about thirty seconds, the phone stops ringing. Another moan escapes from under the blanket as Tom starts to stir. First, his feet slide out from underneath the blanket, dangling off of the side of the bed. The rest of his body slowly follows until Tom is in a kneeling position next to his bed with only his head remaining underneath the blanket. Tom grabs the blanket and pulls it off of his head. The afternoon sun causes Tom to cover his eyes with the crook of his elbow.
Tom: I thought the other night was bad. I haven’t had a hangover like this in years.
Continuing to block out the sun, Tom crawls his way to the bathroom and pulls himself to a standing position at the sink. He turns on some cold water and splashes it onto his face. Tom rubs his eyes and looks at himself in the mirror.
Tom: What the hell was I thinking? I can’t drink like that anymore. I’m way out of practice. I’ve got a shot at gold coming up in two days. There’s no way in hell I’m getting any training in for it today.
Tom furrows his eyebrows in confusion.
Tom: Once again, how the hell did I get to my room?
Tom puts his head down and massages his temples as he lets out another groan.
Tom: I’ve been in a lot of matches, but this one is different. I’m going up against one of the Seven Deadly Sins in Rage. Rage isn’t as green as Casey was. I won’t be able to take advantage of his mistakes. I’m going to need to be on top of my game if I hope to advance in this tournament and get a shot at Nick Jones’ SCW Championship.
Tom grabs a bottle of Ibuprofen off of the counter next to the sink. After a bit of a struggle, Tom is able to open the bottle. He pours three of the oval shaped tablets into his palm before popping them into his mouth. Tom then uses his hand to scoop water from the faucet into his mouth. Tom swallows the pills and turns off the water.
Tom: Today may be a wasted day, but tomorrow and Sunday I’m gonna have to bust my ass if I hope to have any chance of winning my match. For now though, I’m going back to bed.
Tom picks up his phone along the way back to the bed. He looks at his missed call and realizes that Pete was trying to call him.
Tom: I’ll deal with him later.
Tom turns his phone off and puts it back onto the night stand. He climbs back into bed and pulls the covers over his head. After a few minutes, Tom’s snores become the only sound that can be heard. The scene fades.