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Climax Control Archives / Winning pays the bills, revenge satisfies

« on: June 28, 2012, 03:39:21 PM »

 The first scene opens showing the inside of what looks to be Lucas Darby's bedroom in The Sons' clubhouse. Currently with the camera aimed at the American flag hanging on the wall. In the background, you faintly hear sounds of something beating against what sounds like a bag. The camera turns to the right to show Lucas working with a big red punching bag. Lucas is shirtless, wearing only jeans and his long blonde hair is flowing freely. He looks to be angered, as sweat drips down his face and body. Lucas starts hitting the bag harder and harder, quickly landing solid punch after punch into it with force. Finally punching until his anger gets the better of him and he reaches over, grabbing a near by picture off the bed, then throwing it against the wall and smashing the glass in the frame. His breathing reaches a pace that would send most men into a heart attack as you see the anger in his eyes, while he glares into the camera.

Lucas: Two matches in a row.... TWO DAMN MATCHES! I've won only to be attacked after the bell rang. I'm tired of this shit! I'm tired of these cowards not having the balls to face me and attempt to kick my ass like a man. If you have a problem with me, if you simply hate my guts, say it to my face! Say it while you look into my eyes instead of attacking me like a little bitch! I thought when I signed with SCW, I was going to be fighting men, NOT LITTLE BOYS!! And all you've punks been nothing but little boys trying to attack me from behind. I don't care if you hate what I say, hate the way I dress or hate that I haven't earned my way into this business like some of you. But that doesn't give any of you the right to take me out and end the only way I know of making a living! Matt Barnes, Sean Williams, Brooklyn Carter... If any of you, ANY OF YOU! Ever decide to man up and take on a man face to face, instead of inside that ring. You know where to find me. I'm not going to hide, I'm not going to back down from a fight and I'm damn sure not going to let any other of The Sons step in. I'm here, come and get me if you want a real fight instead of that pro wrestling bullshit. Because I've had enough! I've had more than my fill of you losers trying to bring me down. One day you're all going to learn, you can't bring down a member of The Sons. No matter what you say, no matter what you do and no matter what you bring to the fight. We are simply untouchable and it's time you people at SCW learn that before one of you get seriously hurt. Although, it might be too late for you Sean and Brooklyn. Because you two, you two committed the worst possible mistake of your lives.

Lucas walks over and picks up the picture he threw across the room earlier. Lifting it and brushing the broken glass out the frame onto the floor, leaving it in one pile. He takes the picture frame and walks over to the bed, sitting on the edge of it looking to be lost in his own thoughts. Lucas lowers the picture a bit, revealing it to be a picture of Lucas and Presley together, in which the couple looks to be in their late teens. Lucas' emotions range from angered to happy and anything in between as he stares down at the picture.

Lucas: Every time I look at this picture, I remember what I've been through. I think of all the good and the bad times. The moments where I was so happy, I almost cried and then the moments where I've been so pissed off, I felt like killing someone. But through it all, she's been there with me and never let me down when it counted. She's the smartest, bravest, best woman I've ever known in my life and she could be the perfect example for all of the women all over the world. Presley and I have been dating twelve years now. I've always seen her as my rock, the woman that keeps me level headed in the worst of times. Without her, I'd be in prison or dead by now. I've told her that more times than I can count, all because it's the truth. Then two weeks ago at Into The Void... I put her in danger. It was MY fault she almost got hurt out there. If I would've been ready, if I could've seen Sean and Brooklyn coming down to the ring, I might have been able to protect her. I might have been able to fight them off and kept Presley safe. But I didn't. It was all my fault that they took me down and she knew no one was coming to save me like the time before. There was no one like Lucian Frost coming to save my ass from the beating Sean and Brooklyn were about to put on me. Presley brought it upon herself to try to save me and that's when she could have been seriously hurt by those two. Brooklyn even laid hands on her and NO ONE puts their hands on my woman! I don't care who you are or what your damn reason is, you don't touch my woman! So I'm glad about my match this week. I'm happy to see this six person tag team match put up on the match list for Climax Control. This weekend, I have my chance to show the entire SCW what happens when you piss me off. It never ends well.

Lucas puts the picture on a nearby table and leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. He stares into the camera once again, as if he's talking directly to his opponents this week.

Lucas: The only victims in this entire match is the two other bombshells on each team. I'm of course talking about Sean and Brooklyn's tag partner, Bombshell Roulette Champion Kittie. Then Presley and my tag partner, Trish Newborn. These two were sucked into this entire thing without warning and I have nothing against either one of them to be straight up about it. Kittie, you're a champion for a reason, I'm sure. I've never personally met you face to face and to be honest, I have no reason to talk to you. I do my own thing and you do yours. That's life, that's how it goes for everyone. The only bad thing for you is, you're teamed with Sean and Brooklyn. So for this week only, you become the enemy. You become another person standing in my way of getting my hands around Sean's throat. I'll give you a little friendly advice going into the weekend... When that bell rings, don't get in my way. Stand in the corner, do a little dance, go join the announce team, beat the hell out Trish outside the ring, I couldn't give a damn what you actually do. Just don't get in my way when I get my chance to get my hands on Sean. Because if you do get in my way, if you do intend on screwing up my plans for Climax Control, you won't have a good night either. That's all I can really say to you or about you. Now as for MY partner in this match, the woman teaming with Presley and myself... Trish Newborn, I can't say I've met you either. But I have heard good things about you for your ability inside the ring. As for outside the ring, I've heard you're the biggest bitch around. Do I care? No. Long as you hold up your end of the team and you don't cost me this match, I don't care how you act. You carry your own weight, stay out my way when I'm trying to get my hands on Sean and we'll be fine. Okay? Okay... Good deal.

Lucas smiles at the camera, giving off a attitude of brushing the other bombshells off. He seems to have his mind on Sean and Brooklyn and what they done to him and Presley.

Lucas: Now that that's settled, it becomes pretty easy from here till this weekend. This six person tag team match isn't going to be about six very talented people showing off their abilities to entertain the masses. It IS going to be about pay back, revenge and beating the hell out of someone that has wronged you. Everyone knows it. Presley is going out there in her first match ever, looking to get her chance to knock out Brooklyn for ever touching her. Trish Newborn plans on beating Kittie's ass for whatever their problem is, all I heard was they don't exactly like each other. Then finally, I'll be after Sean and you can damn well bet I'll be giving him the beating he deserves for what he done to be at Into The Void. So you can all bet on one thing... This match isn't about winning or looking like a star inside the ring. It's all about beating the shit out of the person you can't stand! It's about getting revenge and giving everyone something to think about before they ever decide to mess with you again. This match to me, is my best chance to prove I don't care about winning! I don't care about gold and all the fame you could possibly gain in this business. I care about showing Sean, Brooklyn and the rest of SCW that underneath this nice guy, behind this hard working man trying to survive day to day... Is a fighter that isn't going to be pushed around by anyone. I'm not going to be shoved to the ground and laughed at just because someone wants to make a big return. You push me to the ground and I get up throwing punches. I've been that way my entire life and I'm damn sure not going to change now, no matter who likes it or who doesn't. Sean has pushed the wrong man and now, now he has to pay for it.

Lucas stands up and walks past the camera. The camera turns to follow Lucas as he casually walks around the small room, looking at small time boxing trophies hes won. Finally he stops as he is standing over the broken glass from the picture frame. Lucas stares down at it, with almost no visible emotion shown in his face.

Lucas: My entire life was like walking through broken glass day after day and year after year. Every single day, something new went wrong and after a long time of that, you start to expect it. You might even start to accept it and laugh at it. Simply because it's going to happen either way. No matter how hard you fight it, no matter how much you hate it, it's going to happen. You might as well get used to it and begin to prepare for it. That's what I've done. But when someone like Sean Williams comes after me, attacks me and tries to make me look like a punk in front of thousands watching... I don't accept that as part of a broken glass covered path. I see it as an attack on my life. Simply put, Sean didn't attack me to make an impactful return. He didn't even do it to prove a point to anyone watching in the back. He done it because he seen a chance to take out a threat. A threat that is rising faster in SCW than he ever could. Sean dreams of becoming something more, in his own mind he's all that matters in this business and then he sees a man like myself. A man that is taking down giants and going on a winning streak, winning over the bosses and gaining more attention than Sean ever had. So did Sean attempt to end my career? Maybe. Does Sean planning on making an example out of me? I'm sure he does. Does Sean stand a chance of making me lose my composure and costing myself a match?... No. Because he dragged Presley into this. When Sean and Brooklyn put their hands on her, he didn't steal away my focus. He never took away the drive I have to win. All Sean done was give me tunnel vision. Because now, my eyes are set on going forward. No championship gold or money is going to distract me as I go at Sean Williams and Brooklyn Carter. I have a line of sight aimed at them and no one or anything is going to stop me now. You two have brought out the inner beast in me and this beast will walk through any amount of broken glass in my path to grab you around your throats, crushing them until all life inside you... Is nothing but a barely breathing sack of meat.

Lucas walks over to the bed slowly and lays in it, attempting to relax his mind as well as his body for the first time today. That relaxation doesn't last long as it's interrupted by the sound of a ringing cell phone echoing through the small room. Lucas sits up and reaches over to around where his pillows are, grabbing his cell phone. He quickly answers it after looking to see who it is.

Lucas: Hello?

The voice that comes over the speaker is a old friend of Lucas, a man named EJ. An follow member of The Sons and almost Sin City Wrestling wrestler at one time.

EJ: Hey man. You alright? I watched that Into The Void show.

Lucas: Yeah...

Lucas rubs his face with his left hand and brushes back his long blonde hair out of his face.

Lucas: Yeah, I'm fine. No permanent damage done.

EJ: I hope you don't plan on taking that shit laying down, bro.

Lucas: Oh trust me, I'm not. I got a match against Sean, his little friend and another bombshell this week. Six person tag team match... Presley and another girl is going to be my partners.

EJ: Sounds like the perfect chance to pound that little bastard's face in. Shocked to hear Presley is going to wrestle though... Hell, I couldn't get the job there. So I never expected her to try it out and actually get hired.

Lucas: You know how hard headed she is. Once she sets her mind to something, she's going to do it. Even if it kills her.

Lucas smiles as he looks at the picture of Presley and him again.

EJ: Yep, sounds like her. You think she can beat that Brooklyn girl?

Lucas: I know she can. Presley has beat bigger and better behind the bar on a drunken Friday night. So of course she'll handle that little ghetto queen.


EJ: You guys got it then. I doubt you'll even need who ever your other partner is.

Lucas: Trish Newborn... Yeah, I've heard she's a bitch. But I've dealt with bitches my entire life and another added to the list isn't going to be a problem. I'm trusting her to get the job done when it counts and even if she doesn't, she better get out my way when I go after Sean.

EJ: I wouldn't wait till the match if I were you. I'd find the asshole walking on the street and teach him a little street justice, Sons style.

Lucas: Not my style here, man. You know I'd rather stare them straight in the eyes and knock their lights out in front of a big crowd. Nothing makes a bigger impression than waking up in the middle of the right, looking up at the roof and wondering what the hell just happened to them.

Lucas smirks, knowing he's given many of his opponents that same feeling throughout the last almost two months.

EJ: Or the fact that you beat a giant and a well known SCW star in a few minutes... That shit was impressive. I thought Alexis Marin was going to be ready for you this time and instead you beat him faster than you did the first time. If it weren't that Sean guy, you would've been the most talked about person of the night. Sean ruined it all.

Lucas: I honestly don't care about that match. I went out, I won, simple as that. I'm not going to brag or want anyone to brag about me for it. But you're right about one thing, Sean did ruin my night and I can promise you that he is going to pay for that. I've had two people attack me after matches and I'm tired of it. I let Matt Barnes go with a warning and let Frost take care of him. This time, I'm taking care of it myself and I'm not teaching just Sean a lesson, I'm teaching it to the SCW as a whole.

EJ: You need to, man. But hey, I called you for another reason... Daisy and I were planning to host the fourth of July party for The Sons at my place. I wanted to call and invite you personally.

Lucas: Yeah, I'll be there... Why didn't you just have Daisy ask Presley last Tuesday?

EJ: She was working all Tuesday.

Lucas: No, she wasn't. Your days are thrown off. Presley said her and Daisy went shopping that day.

EJ: Sounds like it's you with the messed up days, bro. She was working.

Lucas looks confused, as he gets up and walks around the room more.

Lucas: Hmm... Well, that's odd. Why would Daisy lie about something like that?

EJ: You think Daisy lied? No... I dropped her off and I picked her up. She even told me what scene she was filming. I hate to break it to you, man. But Presley is the one lying to you.

Lucas: No way... She wouldn't do that to me. She tells me everything. She stays busy on Tuesday's because she always has something to do. Last Tuesday she told me she was shopping with Daisy and the week before that she was out of town looking at a house for her and me.

EJ: I don't know. Sounds pretty fishy to me... That''s between you two though. I was only calling to check in on you and inviting you to the party. So you and Presley coming or not?

Lucas: Yeah, we'll be there.

EJ: Alright, see you then. Tell Presley I said hey.

Lucas: I'll do that. Bye.

EJ: Later.

Lucas hangs up the phone and pushes it into his back pocket. He reaches over to his right and grabs a black shirt off the top of the dresser. He slides it over his head and puts it on as he stands there still looking confused about what he and EJ just spoke about. Then the ideas of what could be going on starting flooding into his mind and his temper seems to get the best of him again. He glares at the camera, more importantly the cameraman behind it.

Lucas: Get out. I got a few phone calls to make... OUT I SAID!!

The cameraman quickly leaves the room as the scene fades to blackness.

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Supercard Archives / When life goes to hell, I go to Jack Daniels

« on: June 15, 2012, 09:35:30 PM »

 The first scene opens showing the outside of what looks to be a hotel hallway. The cameras are following Sin City Wrestling interviewer, Ms. Rocky Mountains. Ms. Rocky is walking around with a microphone in her right hand, gathering interviews only days before the big show known as Into The Void. As she turns the corner, she sees a man walking down the hall, only looking to walk past her. The man is SCW wrestler, Lucas Darby. Lucas is wearing his black vest and long blue jean pants, his hair looks a mess and he has a almost empty bottle of Jack Daniels Whiskey in his right hand. He takes another sip from it and looks to be close to wasted drunk as possible. Ms. Rocky glares at him, trying to figure out if it truly is Lucas Darby or not. Finally, she stops him with a quick question.

Ms. Rocky: Excuse me. Are you... Lucas Darby?

Lucas stares at her, looking very out of it and very confused as well.

Lucas: Yeah. Who's asking?

Ms. Rocky: I'm with SCW as a interviewer, my name is Ms. Rocky Mountains. Do you mind if I could get a moment of your time today?

Lucas: Uhh... Sure. Yeah... Why the hell not?

Lucas slurs his words a bit as he speaks, showing the affects of the bottle in his hand. Ms. Rocky does her best to ignore it, figuring it couldn't bother the interview that much.

Ms. Rocky: Okay, great!

Ms. Rocky turns toward the camera with a big smile on her face and cheaply made microphone in hand. She nods as she begins the official first interview with Lucas.

Ms. Rocky: Ms. Rocky Mountains here again with another interview before Into The Void! Today I'm standing here with "The Reaper" Lucas Darby, a man that has overcome the odds in all his matches so far. Lucas, how are you feeling going into your first big match?

Lucas: Honestly I'm bruised, I'm tired and I'm mentally out of it for this match... But hey, that's every day life for the average man on the street and I'm no better than any of them. They go to work, pay bills and take care of whatever business needs to be taken care of. Just like I'm going to do on Sunday night. I have some business with these guys and my pay check depends on how I perform out there. If I get my ass kicked, I'm not going to be making much that week. If I win, bragging rights and a bigger pay check for that match. That's about simple as it gets now days, so I'm not going to beat around the bush. I'm going out there planning to beat the shit out of those guys and I'm going to do exactly that.

Ms. Rocky: You sound confident yet you look... Is that a bottle of alcohol in your hand?

Lucas raises his hand with the bottle in it, looking at it and taking the last drink of it. Then dropping it on the hallway floor. He smirks a little, then answering the question.

Lucas: Nope. Nothing in my hands...

Ms. Rocky: Right... Uh, let's get back on track here... This is your second match against the giant, Alexis Marin. Is there anything you plan on doing differently than the last time you faced him? Any weaknesses you discovered the first time?

Lucas: He's a big ass guy with a foot big as my head and fist bigger than my shoulders. His punches feel like bricks being slammed against you and he kicks like a shotgun... So I'll have to knock his ass out even sooner, basically. I did it before and I'll be happy to do it again. It's not like he's ready for me since last time. No training, weight lifting or video watching can protect you from a hard uppercut to the jaw. That's what done him in last time and if it comes down to it, I'll do it again just to prove I can... Personally, I got nothin against the big ape. But I'm going to do what I gotta do to take him out again and I know exactly what it takes. I came in unprepared in my first match and this time, I'm ready to take down the tallest freak in SCW.

Ms. Rocky: Freak? Did you really just call him a freak?

Lucas: You heard it, didn't you?

Ms. Rocky: Yes, I just...

Ms. Rocky pauses, not knowing what to say to the drunk loose lipped Lucas Darby.

Lucas: You just what?

Ms. Rocky: Nothing, nevermind. What about your other opponent, Bruce Evans? Bruce was a top contender for the World Championship two weeks ago and barely missed his chance to face Nick Jones. Does that concern you or possibly motivate you?

Lucas: Why would his failure concern me? I feel like laughing at him, if anything. He had a chance most guys would kill for and he let it go, like it didn't mean crap to him. He wants his country to look the best, feel the best and have him as their shining star? He better go back to the gym and learn a few new ways to not fail when it matters. I'm not saying he's always a failure, but he sounds like the biggest choke artist in Vegas right about now. Odds are, he's going to choke again at Into The Void.

Ms. Rocky: Speaking of the odds, most people see you as a shocker inside the ring. No one in SCW expected you to come in and do as well as you are. Yet you've proven people wrong twice now and you might pull it off a third time this weekend. With neither of your opponents having said anything about you, how do you think they'll do?

Lucas: They won't do a damn thing... Look, I respect my co-workers and I know these guys are out for the pay check like every other guy putting his ass on the line weekly. But facts are, they haven't said a word about me or each other. I'm a proud guy, I speak my thoughts any chance I get and I'm not going to hold back when I have a camera in my face. These two though, are starting to look like a pair of pussys.

Ms. Rocky quickly cuts him off, motioning to the camera to stop recording. But the camera guy doesn't listen to Ms. Rocky, seeing a chance to catch a real moment on film.

Ms. Rocky: Woah, woah. Okay, thank you but we're done here. You're far too gone to be on television. We'll cut this interview out and not air it, for your own sake.

Lucas: For my sake? Lady, I'm fine.

Ms. Rocky: You're drunk, Lucas. I've never even met you and I can tell that. You need to go sleep it off and call me when you're ready for a real interview.

Lucas phone begins to ring before he can respond to her.

Lucas: Hold on, I have to take this.

Lucas reaches into his vest pocket and pulls out his cell phone, looking at who the person is calling him. Only to see it's his girlfriend, Presley.

Lucas: Hello?

Lucky for you fans, you can hear both sides of the conversation between Lucas and Presley.

Presley: Hey babe.

Lucas: Hey sexy.

Presley: Sexy?... Okay. How is the hotel room looking? Decent bed?

Lucas: Hell yeah, looks awesome. I was rolling around in it earlier.

Presley: Rolling around in it? Lucas... Are you drunk?

Lucas: No, I'm not drunk.

Ms. Rocky puts in her opinion, loud enough for Presley to hear over the phone.

Ms. Rocky: He's drunk.

Lucas: Ignore her, that's some SCW interviewer or whatever.

Lucas walks off quickly, leaving Ms. Rocky standing there. The camera quietly follows Lucas through the hall and back to Lucas' hotel room for the weekend. Lucas attempts to shut the door, but the camera man stops it with his foot and listens in on Lucas' phone call, trying to catch everything going on.

Presley: I don't care who it was, Lucas. You're drunk and you only have two days before your match. What the hell were you thinking?

Lucas: I was having a good time. What's wrong with that?

Presley: Nothing, if that's the real reason you're drinking. I know you, Lucas. I've known you for twenty years. You drink but you never get this drunk unless somethings wrong. What happened?

Lucas: Nothing happened. I celebrated a bit and decided to buy a bottle of Jack.

Presley: You're serious? A full bottle to yourself? You've gone insane or there's something big on your mind. Is it your match? Are you worried about losing?

Lucas: Yeah, right. I'd never be worried about losing to those guys. I got this in the bag and you know it. Hell, they know it too and don't want to admit it.

Presley: Stop it! Stop with that macho bullshit ego stuff. This isn't you talking, it's that damn Jack Daniels. So quit it and be honest with me. What's bothering you so much?

Lucas: The fame, the fortune, the spotlight.

Presley: Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit. Lucas, enough of the lies. None of that gets to you and I know it. Is it what my dad talk to you about? You know, about your mom?

Lucas picks up a pillow from the bed and throws it against the wall, knocking off a picture frame. The anger in him explodes in just seconds.

Lucas: HERE WE GO AGAIN! No, no Presley. I'm not going to talk about that shit... My mother was NEVER a real mother. She was a killer and she murdered my father. I have nothing for her and I never will. That bitch could get shanked tomorrow and I'll drink to her death.

Presley: Stop lying to yourself like that. You loved her and you miss her. You just have too much ego to go see her and that's what causes you to drink. Anytime you start to think about her, you drink until you do something stupid and you're doing it again. You're messing up your life and a damn good chance of something good in SCW because you can't control yourself.

Lucas: I can control myself just fucking fine, thank you very much. If you don't like how I'm acting, you don't have to be with me. You know where the door is to the exit of this relationship is, don't be scared to grab it and get the hell out.

Presley: No, because I love you. I've loved you since I was fifteen years old and you're the only man I could ever want. But I hate watching you torture yourself like this. Your parents loved you just as much as I do and they wouldn't want to see you go through this either. So please, please stop the drinking and get ready for your match.

Lucas: My match? Oh my match, of course! The thing that makes money for us. The thing that without me having, WE would have nothing. Right? Cause I pull in EVERYTHING, Presley! That's why you care so much about SCW. It isn't about my future or my chance at anything, it's all about the money!

Presley: YOU KNOW THAT ISN'T TRUE! Don't you ever say that! I'm beside you with every step because I'm your woman! I'm the person that's going to support you through thick and thin, rich or poor, sickness and health. All that shit, I'm willing to go through to be with you! For me, it isn't that "Ride or die" crap, it's ride beside your man and do whatever he needs of you.

Lucas: Yeah I bet... I bet you'd really do anything. Right? That's why you really give a shit.

Presley: God damn it, Lucas! Enough! Don't say things like that when you know you don't mean it.

Lucas: How do you know I don't mean it? Huh?

Presley: Because I know YOU. I know everything about you... And this isn't you. This is never you. The real Lucas Darby wouldn't let a bottle of anything control him.

Lucas goes silent as those words seem to hit home for him. He walks over and sits down on the bed, brushing back his long hair with his left hand.

Lucas: You're right... You're completely right... I'm sorry.

Presley: It's okay, I know what that shit does to you. So please don't ever drink that much again.

Lucas: I won't...

Presley: Thank you. Look, I'll be there in a few minutes to check on you. Alright?

Lucas: Alright... Presley?

Presley: Yeah, babe?

Lucas: I love you...

Presley: I love you too.

Lucas hangs up his phone and puts it back into his pocket. He leans back on the bed and looks to be almost passed out as the scene fades to blackness.

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Supercard Archives / The Reaper Has No Fear

« on: June 09, 2012, 07:03:26 PM »

 The first scene opens showing the inside the local bar in Las Vegas, Nevada. That bar belonging to the local motorcycle club, The Sons. The camera pans around as normal, showing the windows are open and sunlight is beaming in brightly, quickly lighting the dark bar up. There are a few guys sitting around the bar area, some look to be members of The Sons and others seem to be casual drinkers there for a beer on their lunch break. Then you see the normal, almost there every single day member of The Sons... Lucas Darby. Lucas has a drink in his right hand and a lit cigerette in the near by ash tray. Lucas stares into the mirror behind the bar, almost ignoring the SCW camera crew standing there.

Lucas: Two weeks later after defeating a millionaire like Matt Barnes... Here I sit, feeling no better than I did before my last match. Not scared, not nervous or even worried. I only feel like nothing has changed for myself, maybe it'll never change. I don't know what to expect from anyone or what they think of me. I've only heard the opinions of a select few, a couple of guys that came to shake my hand after they watched my matches. People have been telling me "Congratulations" and "Good job" for my first two matches, treating me like I've done something important for myself. They even try to say I might be starting to line myself up for an championship match in a couple of weeks. Yet I don't feel so special, and I don't feel like I've earned anything other than a little respect from the men I've beaten.  I don't understand it, personally... I don't know if I should feel proud of myself, my own ability or maybe my luck. All I know is I'm surviving and making it, day by day and week by week. The only thing I've ever done, honestly. Working my ass off to get to the next day and I thank SCW for that chance. I thank my bosses for the matches I get, the pay day they say I earn and the fact that without them, I wouldn't be able to afford the drink in my hand. They're good men... And maybe too good to me in some people's opinions. Maybe they've pushed me harder than I've ever been pushed by anyone before. Trust me, I've had men that were like my father push me toward a goal and help me obtain it. But the guys at SCW, offer no help. They don't extend their hand or give me access to any special gym. They only say "Here is your match, win and progress or lose and fall behind". I respect that about them and I look forward to the challenge that Mark and Christian have given me I look forward to showing them that their money is well spent and their fans will be entertained by the end of the night. But this next match... Might be a little tougher than I ever expected it to be and I like that. So a salute to the guys running SCW and the men I'll be seeing eye to eye at Into The Void.

Lucas raises his beer to the camera and tipping his head forward, sending out a clear message to the men he mentioned. He lowers his glass and takes a big sip of his drink, wetting his dried throat. Lucas turns toward the camera crew and looks into the camera aimed at him, now looking to address one certain person with the words flowing smoothly out his mouth.

Lucas: That's how a real man goes into a match. He doesn't curse his opponents, insult their life or pull every dirty secret they ever had. You don't hire some private detective to find out nothing but bullshit about people to get in their head. Instead, you siimply give them a warning that you're coming at them with all you got, no pulled punches and you treat them like a man, not a little homeless man on the street begging for change. I've never disrespected a man I was about to face and I'm not going to start now just because some little known millionaire named Matt Barnes doesn't know when to shut his damn mouth. But you see, Matt. that's the difference between you and I that makes me a man and you just another asshole on the street. I'm not going to brag and tell everyone how I beat the amazing Matt Barnes. There's no reason for all that talk and we both know it. You call it luck, I call it a win and I move onto my next match. You can't do that, though. You can't ever forget it and walk away like it was just another match. You felt the need to attack me after the match didn't go your way and you felt as though that was right. You really believed you had every right to do it... That's what's sad about it, really. It wasn't that you lost and it wasn't about all the talk you ran your mouth off with, it was simply that you couldn't handle losing one little match. So everything I needed to say about you and the fact that you're the biggest coward I've ever met, was already proven by your own actions. You took it upon yourself to be a pathetic man and you paid for it. Not by my hands, but by the hands of Lucian Frost. Now I couldn't tell you why he done it, never met the guy or asked him for anything. Frost came out on his own and he showed you that money isn't going to be always there to protect your every stupid move you make. You made a stupid move and you paid for it when Frost fired back. So to Frost, if you're watching me some where today... Thanks man, I owe you one. Come by the bar sometime and I'll buy you a beer for your trouble.

Lucas smiles, sending out a welcoming message to a man that may never respond or even take him up on his offer. Lucas knows how it goes around SCW when it comes to guys like Frost, the silent yet helpful that expect nothing in return. You see them every day in the streets and to see them in a company like SCW, might be the rarest case of them all. Yet Lucas ignores that fact and continues of putting his thoughts into words for the cameras inside the bar.

Lucas: And my next match, which is at Into The Void... Yeah, a big match for me. Hell, it's a big match for a guy like Alexis Marin too. The man that I faced in my first match in SCW and felt sore for three weeks after it. That giant can punch further and kick harder than any man I've ever seen in my entie life. All he needed to do was connect one solid punch and he would've knocked me out cold right there. But he couldn't do that and I ended up defeating a giant that night. Something no one thought I could do. I'm not going to say it was easy, because it wasn't. Alexis was well trained, experinced and overall should've been the better man in that match. He wrestled all over the world, faced some of the best other countries have to offer and won championships. I've never done any of that. I've never stepped foot out the United States, I only fought in a couple of local boxing tournaments and the only gold I've ever worn was on my fingers. My first night in SCW, I didn't just over come the odds or get lucky. I simply done what most would call the impossible  I seem to do that a lot now days, over coming the impossible and coming out the winner. Can I do it again while standing in the ring with a giant for the second time? Maybe I can, maybe I can't. I'm not going to sit here and attempt to predict my own future. All I can say is I'm going out there to give it my best and I'm going to fight harder than any other man or woman you'll see that night. My mind is set on one thing, surviving. Surviving facing a giant, surviving a match harder than I've ever had in my life and surviving the sport that can destroy a man's life. Winning just happen to be the biggest benefit to surviving inside that ring. I'm not here to win championships, friends, or get a date.  I already have a woman by my side, so I don't need a date. I've never been a big fan of gold and I have all the friends I could ever need. So why am I here? Why am I facing giants and attempting the so called impossible? Easy, I'm here to make a living out of what I do best and that's it. Alexis learned that in our first match and I'll be sure to jog his memory the next time I see him in the ring.

Lucas takes another drink of his beer, finishing it off slowly and placing it back down on the table. He smiles a bit, knowing the other guy in this triple threat match is a real piece of work and not knowing exactly what to say about him that wouldn't offend an entire country.

Lucas: And of course, the other man I'm facing is Bruce Evans. The man with more Canadian pride than the entire Canadian army. More pride than I've ever seen a man place in anything. Don't get me wrong, I'm proud of my womam, I'm proud of The Sons and I'm proud of my career. The biggest difference is, I'm aware of when to shut up. You don't seem to be that aware about how much you run your mouth about your country and your ability. The only problem with that is pretty simple... Pride is one of the seven deadly sins for a reason. Now, I'm no preacher nor do I claim to speak the word of God. I only speak of what I know and what I know is pride can be the biggest down fall for a single man like Bruce. Pride in your country, pride in your ability, and pride in your own self can be the one weakness that destroys everything. Because when you believe no one is better, you think you are the greatest of the great and then you get crushed, you're mind is broken. You're entire body quickly becomes confused and you start to wonder... Was my pride misplaced? Was my one hundred percent postiveness indeed false? If that can be false, what else am I wrong about? Am I wrong to believe in myself? What about my ability to win matches?... And that drains a man of everything he has. It places doubts in yourself, your country and the ability you believed you once had. So my advice to you, Bruce, is stop and think before you speak. Place yourself in a "What if?" position before you open your mouth and start saying things you're going to live to regret later on. Because you once bragged that you were going to become number one contender to the World Championship and you failed at that. Now if you are to believe you can take down a giant like Alexis Marin and a "Simple biker" man like myself, then you fail. What's next for you to fail, Bruce? What's next to come crashing down around you? Your career? Your friendships? Your life? Maybe your country? Who knows? All I know is... Becareful what you say and how you say it. Because you might be eating those words in a week from now.

A door in the background opens and a tall gray haired man walks into the bar with a big smile on his face. The man looks to be a high ranking member of "The Sons", with his dark black shaded leather jacket. He looks over at Lucas and walks his way quietly, coming up behind him. He places his right hand on Lucas' shoulder and grabs it tight, shaking him with a big greeting. Lucas turns to see who it is as the older man speaks to him.

Titus: Hey Luke, how is it going, kid?

Lucas: Good, old man.

Lucas laughs as he reaches out and hugs the older guy, who is now revealed to be Lucas' adopted step father and father of Lucas' girlfriend Presley. His name is Titus.

Titus: So I've heard. Presley says you're making quite the impact in that wrestling company.

Lucas: Yeah... Yeah, I've done alright for myself. Beat a giant then a loud mouthed millionaire. I guess not many people can claim they've done that within a month's time of each other.

Titus: I'd have to agree with you there, boy. I told you that you could do it. Even when you started boxing, you had that look about you. People look over you, think you're average, laugh you off. Then when you get in that ring...

Titus extends his arm and jokingly punches Lucas in the jaw.

Titus: Boom. You knock them out harder than their daddy ever could. That's been your advantage since day one.

Lucas: I know.... Just gets hard out there sometimes. Looking around and seeing all those giants, all those trained fighters that have had matches all over the world against every style you could dream of. Then you have me... I'm not a big guy, obiousvly. I'm not trained like they are.

Titus: Bullshit. I trained you every day of your life. Maybe it wasn't in this martial arts shit and it damn sure wasn't in that high flying bull crap you see on tv now days. But you were trained... You were trained to survive on the streets and to fight hard as you need to, to make it to the next day. Without your father, without me, without The Sons, you'd have no training. With us though, kid, you learned more in a week than some of those guys learned in a life time. You understand what I'm saying?

Lucas: Of course I do. I've said that myself, life is surviving. But surviving isn't a fighting style... Those guys are the best of the best and every week, I step in the ring not knowing what to expect from them.

Titus: And how many of those trained bad asses have beaten you so far?

Lucas: None.

Titus: NONE! Imagine that, they're trained and all better than you, but none of them have beaten you yet... Don't you think that's proof alone, boy? You've beaten every guy that got in your face and you've stepped up like no other man has. The rest need to use dirty tactics, cheat and maybe even pay off a few guys for a win. Yet you go out there, fight fairly and win. The era of a true man never ends, it only gets stronger the more you believe in yourself.

Lucas: Okay, okay. I got you're point... You're right. I'm not worried about them beating me. I'm only worried about making us look bad.

Titus: Us? Kid, there is no "Us" when you go out there. There's only you and the colors of The Sons flying proudly on your back. Long as you fight like a man and do your best to win, there is no making "Us" look bad. You've earned more respect from The Sons doing this than you could ever imagine. We heard even EJ was looking into joining up.

Lucas nods his head, assuring Titus that he's correct.

Lucas: Yeah, I told him all about it and he has a closed door try out on Monday.

Titus: See, you boys are making us proud of you every day you do what you need to do and we'll be here supporting you the entire way.

Lucas: Thanks. That really does mean a lot to me. You know you guys are like my family...

Titus shakes his head, inturrupting Lucas.

Titus: We ARE your family. You don't need my blood running through your veins to be my child and I didn't need to get in the bed with your momma for you to be one of The Sons. There is a reason we're called The Sons. It's because we're family and we're all sons of the same thoughts, lives and all breath the same air. Your father and I were closer than I was with my own brother... That means more than you could imagine. But when it comes to real blood, you can't just forget them either.

Lucas: Don't... Don't even start with that. I know where you're going with it already.

Titus: Then you know you need to go see your momma. I don't care what she done or how much you hate her. You need to talk to her and listen to her side of the story.

Lucas: You're starting to sound like Presley.

Titus: What can I say? She knows what family is. I've taught her that since the day she was born and I drilled that deep into her head. You're daddy tried to get it in your's too, but he ran out of time.

Lucas: And that's where you picked up and actually done it right. I don't need my mother long as I have you, Presley and the rest of The Sons. So forget it, I'm not going to see her.

Titus: She gave birth to you, boy. You can't forget that at will and move on like it never happened just because you're pissed off. She IS your momma, you gotta face that fact and talk to her... I realize she's the reason we don't have your daddy here today. But shit happens and mistakes are made. She's spent eighteen years in prison and you haven't went to see her one day.

Lucas: So why should I do it now? Tell me that. Why now? I owe her nothing.

Lucas reaches over and picks up his cigerette, taking a long puff of it, attempting to calm his nervs down.

Titus: I never said you owed her anything. I only said that you need to go see her at least one time... Look around you, kid. You're finally starting to get your act together. You and Presley are stronger than ever. You have a job making damn good money and slowly going up the rankings. The rest of The Sons are starting to talk, saying maybe you should get a promotion inside the group and if you keep saving up that cash, you'll be moving out this club house soon. You're becoming a real man... But no real man could ever forget his real momma.

Lucas: I'm really getting tired of talking about this. Can we drop it?

Titus: You're only tired of hearing the truth... Trust me, I know what you're going through. I've been your age, I've been in your shoes and it never helps to hold a grudge against anyone.

Lucas: No, I'm tired of hearing this crap. Presley pushes me about it, now you and next will be the rest of the group. I love you like you're my father and I respect you, but what goes on between my mother and I is none of your damn business.

Lucas stands up and grabs his leather jacket off the bar stool next to him. He quickly puts it on and leaves the bar looking more pissed off than ever before. The scene fades out as Lucas gets on his motorcycle, starts it and peels out the parking lot like a mad man.

5

Climax Control Archives / This Isn't A Game, Matt

« on: May 24, 2012, 07:51:15 PM »

 The first scene opens showing the inside of The Sons club house, with almost no one around. It looks to be mid day and not very busy. The camera pans to the left to show Lucas Darby sitting there, with his right hand holding a cigerette and his right hand rubbing his ribs, appearing to be in a little pain. He also looks to be lost in his own thoughts along with the silence as he's thinking about his first match against Alexis Marin two weeks ago and about his next match this weekend. Suddenly the silence is broken as Presley walks up behind him and speaks.

Presley: You okay?

Lucas snaps out of it and looks around to see Presley standing behind him. He nods his head and tries to smile at her.

Lucas: Huh?... Yeah, yeah I'm fine. Still a little sore from facing Alexis but I'll survive. I guess it's impossible to fight off a giant without getting beat down a little.

Presley: Right... Are you sure you're okay enough for your match against Barnes?

Lucas: Yes, I'm fine. I can't let that asshole talk about me like that and walk away without getting the beating of his life. I don't care if I walk in there with five broken ribs or if I'm better than one hundred percent, I'm still going to teach that boy a lesson about keeping his mouth shut. He has no reason to talk about me or my past like that. If he was a real man, he'd say it to my face and not into some damn camera in a public place.

Presley walks up and wraps her arms around Lucas, resting her head on his shoulder.

Presley: Don't let him get to you like that. He's another bully looking to get off on making fun of people. So what if we lived together since you were thirteen years old? So what if my father treated you like you were his own? That's family and you don't need to be blood to be family. You of all people should know that best.

Lucas: I do. I've heard that all my life and yet what Matt said, rings in my ears like a bell I can't shut off... I know what family means. It's about helping each other through the good and bad, it's about having someone there for you when a higher power isn't. You've been that for me and so has the rest of the group. That's why I'm apart of The Sons. Not for power, money or for back up. I'm here for family.

Presley: I know that, babe. Everyone of us knows that. If dad or any other of the guys where here instead of that patch over party, they would tell you that too. We support each other and no one can shake that. Not even that guy, Matt Barnes. He's only talking about the crap he paid to find out.

Lucas: His money is about to be the death of him! He had no reason digging into my past and talking about my mother. NO ONE talks about my mother!

Presley hugs him tighter, feeling Lucas ready to lash out at anyone or anything around him. She simply lightly tries to shush him.

Presley: Shh, shhh... Lucas, calm down. You don't even talk to your mother. You haven't in ten years. So forget about that, right now. Ignore it... You need to focus on one thing and one thing only, winning. I know how much he pissed you off but that was his goal. He was trying to pysch you out.

Lucas: All he did was make his ass beating worse... There is nothing that can save him now. I look at SCW like a job I have to do, just to support us and save up to buy us a home one day. I don't do it to hurt people and I would never do it to end other men's careers. I'm not that kind of person. But now... Now Barnes has opened something he can't shut and that's going to be his downfall. I don't care what he done in his debut, because that wasn't me. I'm an entirely different kind of beast.

Presley: I know, baby. I know. You can't go out there like this though. If you do, you're only falling into his trap and turning yourself into the wrong kind of person. Don't think about him insulting your family... Think about us, me and you. You started there for us and that needs to always be your ultimate goal. Okay?

Lucas: Okay....

Presley lets go and goes behind the bar, grabbing a cold beer from the fridge. She opens it and places it on the bar beside Lucas.

Presley: Drink that and calm yourself down some.

Lucas: Fine.... It's just, guys like him at the worst kind of asshole. They don't give a damn about anyone but theirself and what they want. He doesn't give a damn about what anyone else thinks or needs... How could people ever become like that? How do you stop caring about other people?

Lucas takes a drink from the bottle and puts it back down.

Presley: I don't know, Lucas. I guess after you gain so much money, the money starts to matter more than people do. I wouldn't know,.. All I know is he's a insult to the human race. People like him, Donald Trump, all the rich guys like him are the kind of people that stop caring about real people.

Lucas: And those are the kind of people I'm tired of. They are the people that I want to beat the hell out of... A lot of people in this world look up to them, the amount of money they have and they think "I want to be like him". Then they fight, claw and even kill to get the money they have. That's what I can't stand about people like that. They don't inspire greatness, they inspire greed and lust of power.

Presley: Lucas, you need to relax. You keep putting the world's problems on your shoulders. You aren't the president, you can't change anything. All you can do is what's best for me and you. So let's go do something to forget all this... How about a party? You, me and a bunch of The Sons hanging out?

Lucas: Sure... If you think that'll help.

Presley: I know it will.

Lucas: Okay, then let's go.

Presley: Okay hold on a few minutes. I'm going to make a call to EJ and see where the patch over party is, then we'll go. Stay in here and vent a little if you have too. Alright?

Lucas: Okay... Hey, thanks.

Presley smiles and nods at him, not verbally saying "You're welcome" but it's a bond between the couple that says it for her. Presley reaches into her bag and pulls out her cell phone as she leaves out the club house for a few minutes. Lucas drinks down the rest of the beer and slams it back down on the table. He seems to be staring at the empty bottle, picturing Matt Barnes and his words bouncing around inside his head. He speaks in a calm tone of voice, yet seeming to mean every word he says.



Lucas: Matt Barnes... The Bad Boy of Wrestling. A bad boy? Is that really what he's going to call himself going into this? Just because he's rich and spends his money on worthless things to pass the time, doesn't make him a bad boy. No matter how much money he throws away on booze, women, nice homes and cars, he will never be a true bad boy. Because real bad boys... They don't brag about being it. They simply live life the way they want to do it and don't give a shit about what anyway else thinks. They beat the living hell out of anyone that denies them or stands in their way. They might even break a few bones to get their way and they couldn't care less who else gets hurt in the process. Is that you, Matt? Is that what you REALLY are in the world of wrestling? Of course it isn't. You only talk the talk in front of the cameras to make yourself look good as your hired speech writer hands you a few notes from off screen. Everything you do, every single thing you say or even think, is scripted. Scripted by your agents, writers and public reps. You're simply a puppet controlled by your own money and you still see a bad boy of wrestling in that mirror every day? I don't and I never will. Because you're nothing but greed and money, a human shark eating away at the last of the good we actually have in this world. You have NO idea how many people are corrupted by greed, money and self loving every single day. I've seen the best of men, kill another man over a couple of dollars. I've witnessed fights, deaths, and complete hell for the last of a man's money in his wallet. And why? Why does this happen? People like you, Matt. People like you, that think it's all worth it when you're driving in your fancy car and living in your big home, laughing at the people that used to be exactly like you. That doesn't make you a bad boy... It makes you a pathetic little man, Matt. A sad excuse of what human life has become over the last couple of years. Because I don't care what you say about me or my family. You can talk shit about me all you want, but you can't walk around here doing the things you do every week and act like it's okay. No matter what you think or what you attempt to do. You're a weak little man trying to push around everyone else, nothing more.

Lucas looks up and looks into the camera, attempting to send a message directly to Matt Barnes. Showing him there is no fear in Lucas' eyes or his heart. There is only a will to fight and to win, against any means.

Lucas: And how do you show off your pathetic, buffed up self to the masses? You come into a sport full of real men, fighting to survive day after day and you attempt to steal that spotlight away from them. Yet you've already admitted that you didn't come here to make a living out of it. You don't need this job to pay your bills day after day and week after week, like some of us do. Like I, personally do. Instead, you look down on men like me and thinks of me as dirt on the bottom of your five hundred dollar pair of shoes. You see me as just another poor idiot, fighting to put food on the table for myself. Maybe you've never said that about me, he didn't have to. I know how people like you are, Matt. You do this for fun, entertainment and something to waste time on while all the men you've hired run the business' to make you more money in a hour than I do in an entire week. I know that because I know how people like you are. You don't think about anything but money. You think about how much you have and how you can get even more. That's what makes people like you, worthless. You take the one thing that every person in America could use to feed their family and help each other, to turn it into your boats. Your homes. Your things that you see as "Proof of being a man". If you were a real man, you wouldn't need all that money to be happy. You wouldn't need to horde every little dollar back, to show yourself you've done good in life. Instead of using it for a way to survive, you've turned it into one big trophy that you think you've earned.. Then you sit back in your chair and laugh at me... You laugh at all of us "Poor people" as we struggle. We fight to eat a damn meal, Matt. We almost kill each other just to make a name for our self here. Do you think we do it for the fame? The glory? The championship gold that we could win if we work our asses off? No, no it isn't about any of those things. It's about the money to support our families, money to eat, money to simply live. Do you know what that's like, Matt? Fighting to survive... FIGHTING TO REMAIN ON THIS EARTH FOR ONE MORE DAY!! You don't know that feeling, you could NEVER understand that feeling, Matt. But I do and thousands, no, millions of others on this planet know exactly what that's like. The people that have to fight to make it month to month. Getting barely money to eat, forced to survive on barely enough food stamps, forcing yourself to pawn items to eat and have lights. I know that feeling all too well...

Lucas raises his left hand and quickly slams it on the bar table, letting his anger flow through him. The thoughts of hard times and difficult moments flood back to him. Remembering his past, his struggles and never forgetting the people that have helped him to get to this point in his life. Lucas flexes his left hand, feeling the pain from hitting the bar as he speaks again.

Lucas: Because I've lived that life. I've been there were you depend on family to get to where you need to be, day after day. That's the only thing that's kept me going all these damn years. Family. Not money, not the ability to step on the weak and stand tall over the men I've crushed. It's been my family to help me survive to this point in my life. They don't need to be blood kin to me to be family. Family is simply a person loving you enough to do anything for you. People willing to give up a loaf of bread, an hour of their time to help you go some where when your vehicle is down or when you have no other way. The old saying goes, it takes a village to raise a child. Do you have any idea how old that saying is? Thousands of years old, they still knew what it took to survive. It wasn't green paper to buy love, sex or the items you get just because you want them. It was about family and surviving the harshness surrounding you. In those days, you feared lions, tigers and sharks. Today we fear other men, walking around us, looking to survive the same way you are. It becomes dog eat dog and kill or be killed to just make it to the next day, when it doesn't need to be that way. It never needed to become that way, until people like you, Matt, took over and started creating what this world has become... You're greed, you're envy, you're lust for everything in this world, has turned you into a heartless scared snake willing to strike at anyone or anything. The only difference is, you strike at me and I'll cut your damn head off. Because I've been out there in that concrete jungle, I've survived out here for years and I've fought the biggest, the baddest, the smartest, to make it to the next day. I guess you could say this match is more than rich versus poor or biker versus the suit. It's about one man's life lessons against another and at Climax Control, we find out who the real survivor is. I can tell you one thing though, Matt. It's going to be me. Cause I'm fighting for a bigger cause than you could ever imagine.

Lucas lifts his right hand and takes a quick puff from his cigerette, quickly letting the smoke out. If nothing else, it's to calm him down and set his mind back on the right track.

Lucas: I fight for the support of all the fighters. All the people that have seen what I've seen and been through what I've been through... I fight for those who are becoming too weak to fight for themselves. The ones ready to give up and call quits on this life. Because that's what being poor can force you into. You get tired of fighting and you get tired of not knowing what's to come tomorrow. You wake up in fear, wondering what you'll lose today. Will it be the lights? Maybe your phone? Or it might even be your children, because the government thinks you're too poor to support your own children. The people that won't help you, won't care about you and won't give you a single penny are the people that then pass judgement on YOU for not doing enough. They say you are the reason you can't afford to feed yourself or your child. The point the blame right in your face, telling you that your children are better off without you being the man to fight for them. Do you know what that does to a person, Matt? Do you know what that kind of torture inflicts on someone after a life of that? That pushes a man into a dark place. A place that some never come out of and the next place you see them, is under six feet of dirt with a funeral no one can afford to pay for... Those people are who run through my mind every time I see you, Matt. Those people that you fire or disrespect, without even a single glimpse of emotion. You figure if it doesn't effect you, it doesn't matter. But you're wrong. You couldn't be more wrong... It effects everyone. It effects generations for years to come and I've been one of those generations. So let me thank you, Matt. Thank you for signing with SCW instead of some big company like you could have. Thank you for giving a guy like myself, the chance to beat the living shit out of you in front of all the fans that HATE your guts! Thank you for letting me be the man to teach you the biggest lesson of your entire little pathetic meaningless life! And trust me... I'm going to do exactly that. I'm going to teach you that money might be power, but it can't stop a fist from knocking every tooth out your big mouth!

Lucas reaches over and puts out his cigerette. He stands up and starts walking out the club house doors as the scene fades out for the first time today.



SCENE TWO



The scene opens outside what looks to be another bar in the state of Nevada. Many black motorcycles are parked outside all over the place and some have men standing beside them in conversation. One black motorcycle comes riding down the road, with a man driving and a female behind him. it pulls it then parks in the nearest spot to the door. The man riding takes off his helmet, revealing himself to be Lucas Darby as the woman takes off her helmet, revealing herself to be Lucas' girlfriend Presley. The couple gets off the bike and Presley waves at someone, walking toward them as Lucas walks into the club with the camera following him in. Lucas smiles as he sees other members of The Sons inside, but quickly walks over to another member with a long beard and long hair. Lucas gives him a big hug, treating him like very close family. They break the hug and begin talking to each other.

Lucas: Hey man! How have you been, brother?

EJ: I've been good. How bout you? Don't see you around much

Lucas: Aw man, you know how it is. Busy with life and business. Surviving... Been away too damn long though. I had to take some time to come see you guys and the new patch ins.

EJ: Well its good to see you. I am sure Jenna will be glad to see you too. So what you doing to keep you away this long?

Lucas: Working... Presley being Presley, seen that I had a "Real job offer" for once and decided for me that I'd take it. It hasn't been all bad though. It's just a wrestling gig in some company based in Vegas. You may have heard of them once or twice, Sin City Wrestling.

EJ: Yea Jenna watches that crap. She thinks I should get into it but I'm all outlaw, you know? Plus I've heard all that stuff is fake as can be. Guys punching the air and the other making a noise to sound like he was hit. I couldn't do that. I'd have to haul off and knock the hell out of someone I didn't like.

Lucas: Trust me, you'd have fun with it and it isn't fake. I thought the samething until I got in there and the guy's first knee to my gut knocked every bit of air out my entire body. So let me buy us a beer and I'll tell you all about the seven foot giant I faced in my first match...

Lucas walks over to the bartender and pulls out his wallet, but before he can the bartender waves him off. Lucas smiles and puts his wallet away, raising two fingers on his left hand. The bartender quickly fixes two beers and gives them over to Lucas. He grabs them and walks over to the table with his buddy EJ following him. Lucas sits and slides one of the beers over to EJ.

EJ grabs ahold of it open with a smile and takes a swig.

EJ: So tell me about this giant in SCW and all that shit you're doing there.

Lucas: Right, the seven foot giant... His name was Alexis Marin. I know, a guy named Alexis sounds pretty fruity. But when you get in there and your eye level with his chest, it isn't so funny anymore. It took me awhile to find his weak spot and he was beating the crap out of me most of the match. Finally got in a few punches and the finishing blow... Won it. Got a nice cash bonus for winning too.

EJ: Well congrats on that. I'm sure it wasn't easy taking out a big footed giant like that for your first match. So whats your next challenge there?

Lucas takes a big sip of his beer and smirks, almost laughing at the thought of calling Matt Barnes a challenge.

Lucas: He calls himself "The Bad Boy of Wrestling", names Matt Barnes. Prick of a rich guy that thinks he can hang in the ring because he done some sports in high school and his body looks like he'd pumped more than iron if you get my point... He's the kind of guy you just want to lay out quick. His mouth runs fifty miles an hour and ninety percent of it is bullshit about how he's better because he has money.

EJ: I hate pricks like that. They always feel like they deserve everything when they haven't earned shit.

Lucas: Me and you both. People like us fight to make a dollar to feed ourselves and guys like Barnes at throwing it away on anything that shines. That's one reason why I'm glad I signed with SCW. It's the only place that I could beat the living hell out of a rich snob and not walk away in cuffs. Even if I'm one of the smallest guys there, I do what I need to do to win and get that paycheck at the end of the night.

EJ: Yeah I know how that is. It's hard to come by quick cash or hell, any cash now days. They want these college graduated kids to do the simpliest stuff. You don't need a peice of paper to work a fork lift, but they think you do... It's getting harder by the day just to make it. Even with Jenna pulling in extra hours with her job. I need to start finding another way to earn.

Lucas smiles a little, seeing a chance of expanding the talent list in Sin City Wrestling.

Lucas: Really? Well you're a big guy and I've seen you handle yourself in a couple of fights... You think you could make it in SCW?

EJ: I could if they are into the ultimate fight style of fighting. I don't want to be held back by anyone once I start throwing punches and kicking the crap out of them.

Lucas: There is no certain style, man. You go out there and you fight. You fight untill you can pin the other guy for three seconds and you make a payday. Either you win or you lose, there is no middle ground there. You can't be a pussy and still expect to earn in SCW.

EJ: Don't even try calling me a pussy. The only pussy I see around me is Jenna and Presley.

EJ smirked trying to get under his friends skin a little

Lucas: I don't know about that. You're acting pretty scared. Even Presley was willing to get in there if I wasn't, that's how much she wanted this. She thinks my boxing background was enough to get me through and it did in my first match. Maybe in my second too. Who knows? I might even be wearing a nice gold belt one day... And you'll be sitting back on your ass, wishing you weren't so scared to do it.

EJ: I ain't scared of shit Lucas. You of all people know that. Nothing in this world scares me.

Lucas: Then do it, bro. Give it a try out and see if you get signed. I'll put in a good word for you and get the ball rolling... If you don't do it to prove you aren't scared. Do it for Jenna. You know she's been working hard to support you guys and the more you win in SCW, the more you make. Maybe if you win enough, Jenna can finally quit that shit and do better for herself too.

EJ smirks as he watches his old lady and presley talking.

EJ: I guess it couldn't hurt I mean I do want Jenna to stop carpet munchin.

Lucas: Exactly. So I say you do it. What do you have to lose?... Except maybe some ego if you get your ass kicked.

Lucas smiles a bit and takes another drink from his beer.

EJ: Me? Get my ass kicked? No. That'll never happen. You give those boys over at SCW a call. I'll try it out for a match or two and we'll see how it goes from there.

Lucas: I like the sound of that... Can I give you a warning first, though?

EJ: Avoid the giant?

Lucas: No, not match advice. If you go into Christian Underwood's office... Don't let him convince you to take off your shirt. Not even for "Medical reasons".

EJ stares back at Lucas with a strange confused look.

EJ: Why?

Lucas: Oh no reason, man. None at all... Let's go see how the girls are around here.

EJ: Wait, tell me about this Underwood guy.

Lucas stands up and starts walking off, some what trailing off his words.

Lucas: Nothing to tell about him.

Lucas walks off as EJ follows him, beer in hand. With EJ still trying to get answers out of Lucas.

EJ: What the hell, Lucas? Tell me.

The guys walk off with the sound of Lucas laughing as he walks up to his girlfriend Presley and EJ's girlfriend Jenna standing in the corner talking. The scene fades out.

6

Climax Control Archives / Let Sleeping Giants Lie? Never.

« on: May 09, 2012, 12:13:19 AM »

 The first scene opens showing the inside of a smoke filled bar. Men are sitting around, drinking and all have one big thing in common, the black leather vest on their back. They all clearly read "The Sons" and have a logo of the Grim Reaper underneath that. The camera seems to be ignored as it pans around the room, looking for some rhyme or reason to be there. Finally it spots a couple sitting at the bar, looking to be talking back and fourth. The man is wearing the same black leather vest as others in the bar and the woman beside him looks to be the only one that isn't. The camera zooms in closer, as you hear a noise come from the woman's pocket. She reaches in and pulls out her cell phone, reading it for a few seconds. She nudges the man next to her with her left elbow to get his attention.

Presley: Hey Lucas, just got a text from SCW about your debut... You got a match this week and from the sound of it, it isn't going to be easy.

Lucas rolls his eyes, not seeming to care one bit about that text.

Lucas: Yeah, and did you expect it to be easy? They have to put on a show and throw me to the lions. That's how these companies work.

Presley: I understand throwing someone to the lions, but from the way this reads... They're throwing you to the bears that come equipped with shotguns.

Lucas smirks a little, almost laughing at Presley's sad attempt at humor.

Lucas: It can't be that bad... What's it say?

Presley lifts up her cell phone and reads it word for word to Lucas, trying to drive in the importance of this match.

Presley: Official card says "Lucas Darby versus Alex Marin. There is new blood in the men's division and these two gladiators will be tossed into the six-sided ring to do battle with one another as the giant Alexis Marin takes on the cruiserweight Lucas Darby. This will be a true David vs Goliath battle so to make things interesting, this match will be contested under Roulette division rules! Anything could happen!".

Lucas: You know, I'm more offended by the fact they called me a cruiserweight than anything else. Yeah, I'm alittle skinny. So bite me.

Lucas takes another sip from his beer.

Lucas: And besides, his name is "Alexis". Girls name... That's all I need to say about that guy. His life has been torture enough already.

Presley: Names don't mean anything. He's almost a foot taller than you and one hundred pounds heavier. They done this because they seen you weren't serious about it. They knew you were taking it all as a joke and laughing at all the test they put you through before signing you. Now they want to crush you for ever doubting their business.

Lucas: And you know what I want?

Presley: To prove them all wrong?

Lucas: Nope... Another beer.

Presley: You aren't taking this seriously at all... Are you?

Lucas: Not one bit...

Lucas stares off, not caring at all. Presley rolls her eyes and starts to look really annoyed, which Lucas catches quickly.

Lucas: Look, it's "Pro wrestling". Everyone pretty much knows it's fake, so chill out.

Presley: Chill? You're facing a seven foot tall, three hundred pound freak of a monster and you want me to chill out because you think it's fake?... No, no Lucas. You don't understand, this is real. This is real as it gets and we both know it. Alexis Marin is big enough to crush you with one hand and you're sitting back laughing at him while drinking a beer. Either you're drunk or crazy.

Lucas: Beer five... Little bit of both.

Lucas raises the bottle to finish it off and Presley snatches it out his hand before he can, quickly pissing off Lucas.

Lucas: What the hell, Presley?

Presley: Enough! No more drinking until you sober up enough to understand this isn't a dream or a joke. You're facing Alexis Marin this weekend in a REAL match that you can end up REALLY hurt in. Does any of that make sense to you?

Lucas: Of course it does, but look... I don't know if that wrestling thing is for me or not. Have you seen the sizes of those guys? I'll look like a joke standing beside them in that ring.

Presley: And what's the one thing you always told me before your boxing matches when your opponent kept smiling at you?

Lucas: Aw come on, does it matter?

Presley: Say it!

Lucas takes a deep breath and sighs, looking defeated. Looking unwilling be forced to say it.

Lucas: It's going to be hard to keep smiling when I knock his teeth out...

Presley: You've told me that since day one when you started boxing. I was scared you were going to get hurt and every time I seen the other guy smiling, I got worried. I was worried he knew something you didn't and you were going to end up getting carried out that ring.

Lucas: And I never did... I was undefeated for months, wasn't I? The only reason I quit was because it started getting boring.

Presley starts shaking her head side to side, disagreeing with Lucas.

Presley: No, you quit because my father asked you to throw a match that everyone knew you could win. The club needed some cash so they all bet on your opponent and you took the dive for them... I remember that clear as day, because I remember the look in your eyes that night. You gave up, you looked like part of your life was dead and you never fought again after that.

Lucas: It doesn't matter why. Okay?... I just quit. Simple as that. Can we change the subject now? I'm already tired of this SCW crap.

Presley: No, we are not changing the subject. This matters... It matters because my father promised me that he would never ask you to do that ever again. He said soon as you signed your name on that SCW contract, he'd never ask you to throw another match. All because he seen what it done to you years ago and he doesn't want to see you go through that again.

Lucas: Really?... He said that?

Presley: Yes, Lucas. He said that to my face and I have no reason to doubt my father's word. So are you going to take this match and this chance seriously or not? Because if you aren't, you're letting down more than yourself and the SCW. You'll be letting down me, The Sons and most of all your family.

That sends a raging fire into Lucas, lighting him up quick. He looks at Presley, deeply looking angered and hurt at the same time.

Lucas: Do not... Ever, bring my family into this. You know that's where I draw the line.

Presley: Then don't let them down... You've started things again and again. You didn't finish high school, you quit on your boxing career, you never went back to get your GED, the only thing you never quit on was winning my heart. Now I'm asking you, begging you, don't quit on this too. You need this to prove something to yourself and The Sons. You aren't another bum that lives in the club's bar, you're a future champion.

That looks to give Lucas the slap in the face that he needed.

Lucas: You want me to beat his big ass? Alright, you got it. I'll beat him worse than his momma or daddy ever did. I'll make him regret ever signing with SCW. Nevada belongs to The Sons and only The Sons! He's walking into my backyard where he doesn't belong and he isn't welcomed. There's only one way we handle those kind of people where I'm from.

Presley: Oh yeah? And hows that?

Presley moves around, putting her back toward the camera filming this entire thing. Letting SCW fans, wrestlers and staff get a first hand view of what the real Lucas Darby is like.

Lucas: We beat the living shit out of them! Anytime someone unwelcomed steps into your yard, you have to shoot'em and show'em who the boss is! I don't care who or what they are, anyone or anything will always attempt to take what belongs to you. The only way you stop them is pure brute force and strength, or else they'll walk all over you and I NEVER let anyone walk on me! So good, I'm glad I'm facing this big ass giant that's hell bent on destruction! I'm glad he wants to hurt me to set any example to everyone! Because in that same moment, I'm damn sure looking to knock him out!

Presley: Good! Now next, we need to handle some more personal business for you. I'll tell you outside away from the camera crew.

Lucas: Alright, it better not be anything stupid.

Presley: It won't be, don't worry... Just go on out there, I'll be a minute gathering my stuff.

Lucas gets up and walks out the club's bar door, leaving Presley alone with a few other group members still. The camera is aimed at Presley as she smirks at the camera, almost sending a message out to the rest of Sin City Wrestling.

Presley: And that... Is why you don't piss of Lucas Darby. The Reaper is coming, rather you're ready or not.

Presley then follows in Lucas; foot steps, as the scene fades out to blackness for a few seconds.



SCENE TWO



The second scene today opens showing what looks to be an local graveyard in the middle of the day. The sun is shining bright, the birds are flying around and the sky is a perfect light blue. Even a nice breeze is blowing through the quiet area. Well, quiet until you hear the road of a motorcycle engine in the background. It flares a bit, scaring off a bird or two. The camera turns to the left, to catch the view of the black motorcycle coming to a stop only five to ten feet away from where the camera is currently located. There is a man on the bike, wearing a black leather vest and a white t-shirt underneath that, long blue jeans cover his legs with black boots on his feet. Behind him on the bike is what looks to be the figure of a woman, but the helmet blocks the view of her face. The man on the bike takes off his helmet, releasing his longish blonde hair from underneath and he sets the helmet on the motorcycle's handlebar. He gets off the bike and makes his way closer to the grave, where you can finally see the man is Sin City Wrestling star, Lucas Darby. Still wearing black shades to cover his eyes from the ride. Lucas walks up to the grave standing over it, looking down with a quite serous look on his face. He lighly speaks in what begins as an awkward tone, as the camera is able to read the grave stone. "Liam Thomas Darby" - Lucas' father.</color>

Lucas: Um, I don't exactly know what to say here. I guess I'll just say whatever comes into my mind. So... Hey dad... I haven't been out here in a few years, sorry about that. Just been busy with everything going on around me. I'm sure you know how that can be. You were always busy when I was a kid and I think that's what bothered mom the most. It was never what you done to pay the bills, it was always how long you were gone. Knowing that any day at any time, she could get the call that you were never coming home again. It was almost like being the wife to a man in the military, but I think it was harder than that for her. Because she knew you were out doing whatever it took but you couldn't tell her. You could never look her in the eyes and tell her what you done for the last few days, weeks, months or maybe even years. She cried every night, I know because I sat back and I watched her. I watched her heart being ripped out, her mind being tortured and her sanity finally slipping away. I hated you for years, seeing everything you done to her and never did I understand why you done it. I could never wrap my mind around how you could tell someone you love them one moment and the next, you're the reason she's crying like she was being tortured. Not only did I hate you for it, she hated you more. She loved you, but she hated you more than she loved you... I know, that doesn't make any sense. Trust me, it sounds odd to me as it does to you or anyone else. But you had to be in her mind to understand what I meant. She loved you with her soul, just like you loved her. But years of lies, no replies and not being at home, that love turned to hate. Then that night... You pushed each other too far. You went to each others breaking points. For the longest time, I blamed you for it and I kept telling myself you deserved it. But as I got older, as I lived with Titus and got to know the rest of The Sons, I got it. I finally got why you were the man you were... It was because you loved her and never wanted to see her go through the same pain you go through to make sure she had everything she wanted.</color>

Lucas lifts his right hand, running it through his hair and attempting to hold back many emotions. Emotions that he's fought back for the last fifteen years, feeling hate and love for the people that raised him into the man he is now. Lucas stares back down at the grave, or at least appears that way. It's hard to tell with the black shades covering his eyes.</color>

Lucas: I know that feeling now, I understand it because I have someone I want to make my wife one day and no disrespect to you, but I'll never do what you done to mom. I'm not going to hide anything, because hiding it is only masking yourself. It's only holding back everything you are, it's withdrawing from the real world and pretending everything is perfect the way it is. Nothing is perfect, dad. Nothing ever was and never will be perfect. All you can do is try your best to keep yourself happy and those people you care about, even happier. I didn't learn that from you and I damn sure didn't learn that from mom. I learned that from the man that took me in and welcomed me into his life. He treated me as his son, one of his own and he showed me what life in the real world is. It isn't flowers, hippie music and bright colors that make everyone smile. It has nothing to do with a child's smile brightening the world better than any sunlight. But that wasn't all he taught me. Because he showed me, where there is dark and there is evil, only looking to crush you and take away everything you've ever dreamed of... There is also light. There is good, loving people that will do the best they can to help out anyone in need. Titus taught me to live some where between the lines of light and dark, doing whatever it takes to come out on top but never hurting the people you love to do it. That man was more to me as a father than you ever could've been, but I don't blame you for that. I'm never going to stand here and blame you for all my problems, I couldn't if I wanted too. You died over fifteen years ago, people and things have changed. I've changed, The Sons have changed and my life is changing along with it.</color>

Lucas smiles a bit, remembering what life is now compared to what it was. Thinking to himself, that all the heart ache and heart break is in his past, where love and faithfulness is in his future. Something that some men go to the grave, never having felt in their entire life.</color>

Lucas: In fact, the last time I spoke to you, I started dating Titus' daughter Presley and I was only a prospect that was about to be patched in. I was here to rub it in your face, I wanted you to see I've become better than you ever were and I wanted you to hate me, even from the after life. But I've grown since then, I've become a better man, an better Son and an overall better person. I'm not saying that to convince myself, I'm saying it because it's how I've improved myself over the years through hard work. The Sons promoted me a bit, I've become the Sergeant-at-Arm... You're old job. I guess they wanted blood to replace blood in a role that matters the most to them and I was the next in line. Maybe I should credit Titus for giving over to the boy he considered a real child of his or maybe he thought I was ready for it. Either way, here I am and here is what I've become. That's not all I'm here to tell you though, dad. I wanted to tell you, I got a job... I know, I know. You're thinking "About time, young punk". But no dad, this isn't some normal job like working at a gas station or something. This is a job that Presley talked me into taking and I'm looking forward to it, I really am. I took a job as a professional wrestler and I'm going to have my first ever match this weekend. Again, knowing you, you'd make fun of me for it. Hell, even a couple of The Sons were joking that "If you quit at boxing, you're going to quit at wrestling too". This is different though, I ended my boxing career because The Sons asked me to throw a match and I done it. After that, I lost all motivation. I never wanted to box again because I felt like I screwed up, I ruined my own reputation and I didn't deserve to be in a boxing ring ever again. But I already spoke to Titus about it and he personally promised me that The Sons wouldn't ask me to do that again. He told me go out there and give it my all, beat the living shit out of anyone that stood in my way and bring some respect to who The Sons are. So here I go, dad. I'm going on another adventure through life and once again, you aren't going to be with me. I want to change that though...</color>

Lucas walks closer to the grave stone, touching it with his left hand slowly, feeling the cold cement. He turns and leaps up onto the stone, taking a seat on top as he stares down at where the casket would be. Some might consider this disrespect... But Lucas sees it as being closer to his father than he's been in over fifteen years.</color>



Lucas: I want you to be with me in spirit, I want you to support me and give me faith in myself. Maybe I don't need it, maybe I don't deserve it and hell, I might not even know if I'll have it or not. But I'm at a point in my life where I need you more than ever. I need you to support my choices and my relationship with Presley. Even though you only knew her when she was a child, she's grown up. She's become a real tough girl that doesn't take crap from anyone and I gotta say, I love that about her. She's even convinced me I can beat the guy I'm facing in my debut... Even though this guy is almost a full foot taller and near one hundred pounds heavier. It's being promoted as the modern day David versus Goliath and it truly is when you look at the stats. I'm at the biggest size difference I've ever been in, in my entire life. Not only that, he's trained all over the world and won championships. He's beaten the best in different countries and walks in with years of experience that I simply don't have, yet Presley keeps telling me I can and will win. She's supporting me through anything and she wants to see me at my best. Both mentally and physically. That's another reason why I came here today, I wanted to put old issues behind me and know only the best is ahead of me. I want to forget the bad, forgive the unforgiven and move forward feeling like I'm prepared for anything. When I step into the ring with that giant known as Alexis Marin, I have to be ready for anything. I have to expect the unexpected and have my body as well my mind prepared... All while going in knowing I need to win. It has nothing to do with ego or impressing the bosses. I NEED to win to prove something to myself, the fans and even the other guys in SCW. I have to prove that no size difference, no experience difference and not even attitude difference is going to be my downfall. I'm walking in like a warrior expecting to kill to walk out without broken bones or being killed. Anything it takes in any kind of match, the only way I'll ever walk out in one piece.</color>

Lucas takes off his shades and slowly puts them away into his leather vest. He looks around the graveyard, looking back at the woman still sitting on his motorcycle and smiling at her. But something snaps him back into his thoughts of his matches, something facing an giant in only your debut can easily do.</color>

Lucas: That's the one thing I can't forget, no matter how hard I try too. It's going to be held under "Roulette division rules"... Meaning anything can and will happen. When Presley told me that earlier, it changed everything that I expected this match to be. I was one hundred percent convinced that I was going to walk in, knock someone out cold and walk to the back a couple of hundred bucks richer. But I never expected my fate to be determined by a spin of a wheel. It could be become anything between hardcore rules, a cage match, or something far worse than my mind can't even dream of. Imagine being caged in with a seven foot tall monster. That's how you end an normal man's life on any given day. Except, I'm no normal man. That's what Presley kept reminding me of before I even signed with SCW. I'm a Darby, born and raised. I'm part of The Sons, one of the toughest groups to have ever formed. I've fought my entire life, day after day to survive to get this far. I'm not going to back down from a challenge now. I've worked too hard to get my chance and I'm not going to let it slip away now. Alexis Marin might be bigger, stronger, more experienced and the match selected from the wheel might even benefit him more. None of that is going to matter once the bell rings and I start landing punch after punch to his big ugly face. He has no idea what's going to hit him at Climax Control and that's where my advantage comes in. I'm the unknown, the unexpected and the man that could quite possibly change this company quicker than anyone else. I admit, I'm one of the smallest guys in the company, I'm one of the most unknown guys in wrestling since I've never had a pro wrestling match in my life and I'll even admit that I have no idea what I'm stepping into. But I'll also admit, I can throw a punch hard enough to knock out a giant and I gurantee I'm going to do that this weekend. No matter how I need to do it, it will be done.</color>

He places his hands together and cracks his knuckles hard, looking to mentally prepare himself to go into a all familiar feeling of "Fight or be killed". He then remembers it's a little too early to be getting in that mind set right now. So Lucas jumps off the grave stone and stands up, looking off into the distance with his back facing his father's grave.</color>

Lucas: That's part of being a Darby and part of being a member of The Sons, you try and try again until you finally do it. If you have to smash someone in the face over and over, loosening a few of their teeth in the process, it'll be more than worth it. Marin is coming in thinking his size will do it all for him. He reminds me of a school yard bully, using his size to intimidate and attempt to overwhelm everyone in front of him. But no one can overwhelm everything, all the time. Sooner or later, you run into a road block. That road block might be bigger or on the rare occasion, smaller. That smaller road block can be the one thing that ends you and for Marin, I'm going to become that... You know what? Screw it. Screw the little speeches, screw trying to convince myself or anyone else of anything. I'm done, I'm finally done giving a shit about any of these people or this company. I'm going to set my eyes on one goal and one goal only for this week, WIN! That's all that matters anyway, winning. If you don't win, you might as well go the hell home and hang up your career. Because I'm honestly at the point where his size doesn't matter, his past experiences don't matter and anything he might say just won't matter. I'm in the right mind set to beat anyone this week. You could put me up against the World Champion Nick Jonas and I'd still be the biggest threat he's ever had here. It's do or die time in my life, I'm at the age where I have to step up or shut up and I'm going to do exactly that on Saturday night. Alexis Marin, you're done before you even begin. No matter what your life has been before now, no matter what plans you had coming up and no matter what you do or say, it's the past the point of changing anything. I know one thing for a fact, that Titus Spencer told me every single time that something didn't go the way I wanted it to go. Life changes every single day and people can either make real progress or they can sit in the darkest ally with a needle in their arm. I' prefer to make life worth living and that's what the other Sons have helped me do. Life is changing for me, for the better. I didn't come to this graveyard brag to camera or make myself look tough. I came to pay respects to my father, to show my father I've become a better man. I came to thank you, dad... Thank you for showing me one side of life that I would've never known about. Thank you for everything you've ever given me,, thank you for making me one of the most hard headed men you'll ever meet! Thanks dad... I love you.</color>

Lucas once again tries to hold back his emotions, knowing the SCW is recording this as part of their rookie series. But he can't seem to hold back and a few tears begin to fall. Some would call this man a wuss or a little bitch, yet real men know what it is to love and respect the man that helped you come into this world. Lucas loved his father and lost him all too soon... Knowing this, Presley Spencer - the woman that arrived with Lucas on the motorcycle - comes over and tightly hugs Lucas around the neck, attempting to comfort him. She looks into his eyes, quietly checking on his mental well being.</color>

Presley: You okay, babe?</color>

Lucas: Yeah... Yeah, I'm fine.</color>



Presley: You needed this moment to get you to the next happy one. I wanted you to do this because I love you.</color>

Lucas: I love you, too... Look, let's start heading to Laughlin. It's going to be a two or three hour ride and I'm ready to get the hell out of here.</color>

Presley: Okay. To the place of your first win, we go.</color>

Lucas and Presley share a kiss, then walking back toward the motorcycle again. The scene fades out, only leaving you to wonder if Alexis Marin has the best of luck, facing a man with emotional burdens or possibly the worst luck, facing a man that doesn't know when to give up.</color>

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