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<p align="right">Location: Inside Mr. Boswell's office

{Day after Mayhem in Morocco - Off Camera}

The moment Travis finished his match against Thaddeus Stone, he caught a red eye back to Las Vegas. Rumor has it, he was meeting up with his lawyer so they can discuss their point of attack with this pending lawsuit from Ryan Seacrest. Lucky for us, we got this shouting match on tape.

Travis: You are not listening to me. That stupid cunt face invited me onto his show.

Mr. Boswell: That doesn't matter Travis. You can't take over a television show.

Travis: It's not my fault Ryan sucks as a television host.

Mr. Boswell: Travis will you stop shouting. This is getting us nowhere.

Travis: Either you get me out of this or....

Mr. Boswell: Or what I'm fired like Don.

Travis: Don't fucking patronize me Boswell. Just get this lawsuit out of my life. Pay Ryan off. Send him a fucking care package. Have Gerald send him a damn sports car on my behalf. Just do something okay.

Mr. Boswell: Do you really want to bribe him Travis? Is that what we are trying to do here?

Travis: You are the lawyer Boswell. You can either find a legal way to get me out of this shit storm or we do things my way.

Mr. Boswell: I don't know Travis. You are in some pretty deep shit at this current point and time.

Travis: Well, you had better start somewhere because Don left on his own term. I have no problem firing you Boswell with no remorse.

Boswell and Travis are still screaming at each other when Shawna Jennings enters the room holding his cell phone in her hand.

Travis: What is it Shawna? Can't you see we are in the middle of something important.

Shawna: I am sorry Travis but I thought this was a little more important than some petty lawsuit from a frivolous man.

Travis: How can it be more important than this?

Shawna: It's about Climax Control and who you will be facing.

A curious Travis glances over at his lawyer before glancing back towards Shawna. He shrugs his shoulder before taking his cell phone and placing it to his ear. Instead of staying in the room, he walks out of it as Boswell plops down in his chair. Shawna follows her employer as he stands in the hallway.

<p align="right">Location: Hallway adjacent to Mr. Boswell's office

The current phone conversation doesn't seem to be a real pleasant one as Travis is close to blowing a gasket. Shawna is closeby to calm any storm that is about to show.

"This is how you reward me after my dominating victory at Mayhem in Morocco."

"....................................."

"What do I get out of this match huh? Tell me, will get close to a title shot?"

"....................................."

"I don't care about those in the main event or those who have proved they deserve to be in the title picture. I am the MUST SEE SUPERSTAR on the entire roster. I am the A List. I am the reason everyone tunes into Climax Control."

"......................................"

"What the hell is that supposed to mean? Are you really that stupid?"

"......................................"

"No, you listen bub. I don't share my spotlight with anyone. Why do you think Thaddeus Stone was no match for me? Why do you think this Dark Defender will suffer the same exact fate?"

"......................................."

"I will be there in Algeria but you had best believe the blood loss Dark Defender experiences will be on your hands."

"....................................."

Travis pulls his phone away from his ears as Shawna steps forward a little bit.

"Is everything okay boss?"

"Get Javier on the phone."

He tosses his cell phone toward Shawna while walking down the hallway towards the elevator.

"Why? What is going on boss?"

Travis reaches the elevator, presses the down button and looks back towards his personal assistant.

"I have to be in Algeria."

Without further discussion, Shawna speed dials Javier's number and tells him to get the plane ready. The elevator doors open as Travis is holding them open.

"Are you coming?"

Shawna hangs up after the quick call to Javier and runs toward the elevator. The elevator doors slowly close as Shawna is looking down at her clipboard while Travis doesn't seem to be happy.

<p align="right">Location: Inside Salle Omnisports Hacène Harcha in Algiers, Algeria

{5 days before Climax Control}

The Sin City Wrestling stagehands have been hard at work setting up the ring, the stage and everything that will make Algeria never forget SCW being inside their country. Travis Andrews is standing in the nosebleed section of the arena that Climax Control will be held.

"This is one small arena for Climax Control. I guess we will be looking to get at least 20, 000 fans in this place. Not that it matters to me. Everyone knows that The Phenomenon will give the best match they have ever seen. Dark Defender, what did I ever do to you? Did I fuck your girlfriend? Did I piss in your coffee? Look, saying that you don't like me will not scare me. In fact, I embrace it. I embrace hate from people because everyone thought Stone would beat me. However I dominated his ass.

I watched your match against and you barely beat him. Wow, Dark Defender, you really surprise me. You are so caught up with your own idea about me but you are so clueless. I know exactly what I want in my career. I want to surpass anything my family has ever done in this business. My bloodline is filled with great competitors who were the biggest egomaniacs across the planet. My own father was the most hated man in wrestling. Hell, he had a reputation for being a bastard.

You say I didn't live up to that bloodline. Well, it's obvious that I got you eating out of the palm of my hand. You have fell for the trap and trust me that trap will shut on you. It will cut the blood flow to any portion of your body. I have charisma in fact I have so much of it that you had to mention it. It's nice to know that Dark Defender is acting like everyone else who face me. All they can do is follow the leader.

Tell me Dark Defender, what is your ultimate goal? Is it too sound like some video game voiceover dude who is reading off some undeveloped script? Maybe I should ruin your little plan at eradicating me and turn it around on you. Dark Defender, can you even go toe to toe with someone like me? You nearly got your ass handed to you against Thaddeus Stone. You haven't really been in a top rated match since then. You defeat Steve Ramone but that wasn't really entertaining. I am kind of glad this is the opening contest because everyone will get the must see superstar and the boring Roman Gladiator wanna be.

That is what you are Dark Defender, you are a wanna be gladiator who probably hasn't gotten laid in quite some time. Tell me Dark, how can a man with your physique not have women flinging themselves onto you? Wait, I know why because the moment you open that mouth they scatter. It has to really blow your fucking mind that a guy like me can make you look really stupid."

During that little speech, Travis was walking down the stairs. He reaches the bottom of the arena as he hops over the steel guardrail.

"Dark Defender, I am not going to lie to you. I hate anyone who tries to take my spotlight. I hate someone who tries to turn my history against me. Do you really want to know my history? My older sister doesn't like me because I decided to continue my father's legacy. My own mother has been supportive of me. She has been there for me up until she died from lung cancer. Before you go spewing hot shit about one man's family. Maybe you should know more details. Oh wait, that would require you to use both sides of your brain.

In all honesty Defender, I will really enjoy knocking every single one of your teeth down your throat. I will follow that up with sticking my boot so far up your ass that you'll be barfing up leather for days. You can talk big all you fucking want Defender but can you truly back it up. Each match that you have been in, you just barely won it. Can you be lucky for a third time? or Will your luck finally run out? No matter what fucking happens Defender. Just know that you tangled with The Phenomenon and failed miserably.

The spotlight will belong to me by the end of our match and if you don't like it Defender. Well, DEAL WITH IT.

See you at Climax Control, you motherfucking cum bucket."

"I'm Back" strikes up over the sound system as the sound techs are testing the system. Travis places his signature sunglasses on his face as the scene fades.  

 


[REC *]

Travis is pacing back and forth inside some room that is very well lit. He doesn't seem all that thrilled about his upcoming match for Climax Control 110. Could it be the location or the match itself? The only person who can answer that is him.

"This week, I must step foot inside the most disgusting country in Europe. There is a reason this place was a forgotten Communist country during the Soviet Union. Out of all the worthless countries, we have to come here. What did I do to deserve this kind of peasant treatment? I demand penthouse suites. I would like the chance to visit a gentlemen's club for some much needed stress relief but not here. I wouldn't get within a hundred paces of any female in this place. They sleep with swine. What kind of person wants to sleep with bacon?"

Travis continues pacing inside the room.

"Why couldn't Mark or Christian waited a week to book this match? Is it worth it placing a man of wealth in a dingy pile of shit? This fucking place is the main reason why I don't wrestle in Europe that much. I find it totally beneath me. This place is really beginning to piss me the fuck off and that doesn't bode well for the teddy bear fucking Desparye and his flavor of the week Roxi Johnson."

Travis stops pacing immediately and looks directly into the camera.

"Why do I get myself in these kind of situations? When will everyone realize that I hate sharing my spotlight. They really want to watch their resident child get completely fucked up by the man with no remorse. You see Despayre, I could careless if you are SCW's best tag team wrestler. I wonder if you can really handle someone like me. I am no rookie. I have seen every case out there and your case doesn't even phase me one fucking bit.

I will admit you are entertaining but being entertaining doesn't always equal a win. Jennifer Aniston is entertaining but she never wins an award for it. Just because you are a tag team specialist means absolutely shit to me. It just proves that wanting the spotlight isn't even on your radar. I really don't want to be the man who ruins your childish brain. Then again, I don't give a rat's fuck. I don't even need a tag partner.

Melody Grace didn't even do anything when we moved in the first round match against Ramone and Delia. I feel like that is what will happen this week. I will carry this stupid bitch on my shoulders and make her regret stealing my spotlight. You can be a tag team man all you want but this week that will not matter.

The Phenomenon is coming to make Climax Control 110 a better place for himself."

Travis lets out a chuckle.

"This week, Mr. TNA will make the best of the horrible situation he has been put in. I don't care who has a problem with me because in the end they will just have to DEAL WITH IT.

Catch you all on Climax Control."

The recording stops as Travis exits the room.

 

Real Wrestle Talk with Bobby Williams

A multitude of people begins to file inside the Warner Brothers Sound Stage 31 as Bobby Williams is standing off to the side the make up artist is doing final prep work before the initial taping of his award winning talk show. His floor director places the ear cover portion of his headset to the side as he is telling Bobby that it's getting close to show time. Meanwhile, Travis Nathaniel Andrews is still inside his personal dressing room with his own make up artist, hair stylist and personal stylist. On the outside, Bobby is grinning from ear to ear for finally getting Travis to appear on his show. However, he is like everyone else who has come in contact with Mr. TNA himself, Bobby is highly dreading this interview.

"This guy really gets on my nerves," says Bobby to his floor director who is busy placing his lapel microphone on his shirt.

"I know but you did beg our producers to get him on the show. So suck it up and just go with it," retorts the floor director.

The floor director finishes putting on Bobby's microphone as he runs quickly to the backstage area. He isn't to thrilled about walking into the private dressing room of Travis Nathaniel Andrews. He reaches the door and starts taking a couple of deep breaths. He reopens his eyes and knocks firmly on the door. Travis Nathaniel Andrews is sitting inside the room and screams nearly at the top of his lungs.

"What do you want?" he screams as the floor director shakes his head while rolling his eyes.

"We have 15 minutes till showtime and I need to get your microphone on. Are you somewhat decent?" the floor director cautiously asks Travis while disguising his displeasure with the situation.

"Okay, fine. Let him in Ralph," orders Travis as the floor director raises one eyebrow after Travis said Ralph.

The door opens just slightly as a man with a dark bushy beard is standing on the other side. Travis is seen with his back turn while still sitting in his chair. The floor director walks into the room while the door shuts behind him. About 40 seconds later, the director is caught leaving the dressing room with his headset nearly lopsided on his head while his clothes are clearly out of place. He quickly ducks inside the nearest rest room and fixes himself. Meanwhile Bobby has been keeping the live crowd entertained by showing clips of his wrestling days.

10 minutes later

The floor director comes back out onto the main set and motions toward Bobby that is about time. Bobby nods his head while standing on the left side of the set.

"Places Everyone!" shouts the floor director as all the crew members rush to get back into their original positions.

"Quiet on Set," he shouts again as the audience is requested to go silent.

"In 5

4

3

2,"

The floor director stops before announcing one and points toward Bobby. Like clockwork, Bobby Williams walks out in front of the cameras and begins his monologue.

"What a live crowd we got right here in Memphis, Tennessee? For those watching at home for the first time, welcome to Real Wrestle Talk. I am your host for this week. On today's episode we will show extra footage on the most recent Violent Wrestling League live show. Also on today's show we will have a much anticipated sit down interview with Las Vegas native and the new Sin City Wrestling hire, ladies and gentlemen we will have the self proclaimed "Phenomenon", Mister Total Nonstop Attitude himself, Travis Nathaniel Andrews. We got lots more so come on back,"

The show quickly cuts to a commercial break as Travis Nathaniel Andrews finally makes his appearance on the set while being flanked by more people. The floor director tries to tell him where exactly he is supposed to enter in from but Travis just glares at the director. He walks over to the off stage area as Bobby finally locks eyes with his special guest. The live studio audience don't seem to thrilled to see him on the show either but that makes Travis smirk even more.

The floor director motions toward Bobby to let him know to resume the taping.

"After all those Violent Wrestling League highlights, I kind of want to see more from that incredible promotion. Now it's time for the moment we all have waited for, the first interview after this man had just signed with Sin City Wrestling. He is a former Violent Wrestling League icon and a man who has an ego bigger than Texas. It is my pleasure to welcome to Real Wrestle Talk, "Mister TNA" Travis Nathaniel Andrews."

"Las Vegas" plays in the background as Travis walks onto the set wearing his trademark sunshades on his face. Bobby looks at the floor director begrudgingly before returning his glance to Travis.

"Thank you for spending sometime with us here in the US before flying over across the pond for Climax Control," says a half-hearted Bobby while holding a hand out for a handshake with Travis.

"It is your pleasure for having me on this pukefest of a show. If it wasn't for my agent giving me this advice about doing an interview now then I would already be in that swank country of Scotland. Now what is it you want to know about me Bobby? You should know if I don't like you then I will never shake your hand," responds Travis while keeping his rather cocky smirk on his face.

"I am surprised Christian Underwood actually went out of his way to sign you. I wonder if he knows just how arrogant you really are. I heard through the grapevine that you will be making your in ring debut on Climax Control. How nervous are you?"

"Nervous? Really Bobby? Really."

Travis leans forward, removes his sunglasses and stares right into Bobby's eyes.

"You of all people should know that Travis Nathaniel Andrews never gets nervous. As for your comment about me signing with Sin City Wrestling, they needed some serious talent and of course I would take their offer. Instead of facing some lame duck, I added my name into their Blast from the Past 3 tournament. Now do you have something smart to say about that."

"Since you brought it up, it appears you have been paired with Melody Grace to take on the Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Champion Delia Darling and "The Fearless One" Steve Ramone. What are your thoughts on them? They have already shared their thoughts about you."

"So what? Let those little people jack their jaws about me. They can assume that I have no idea what is going on in the world of SCW but that would be a rookie mistake. You see prior to me signing with them, I took the chance to catch a few episodes of Climax Control and I must say. My opponents are anything but impressive. First off, they have already shown their distrust with each other. Not to mention, this Delia person is clearly letting her lack of education shine brightly.

For example what in the hell is Masic? Is that supposed to mean something Delia? I swear you fashion rejects get dumber and dumber each time you open your mouths. Like, I have been called a lot of things but masic is the first. If I can be brutally honest, then I am more of a fashion icon then those eye sores. Delia Darling, you may be the female champion and the leader of a group using a copyrighted name. However that doesn't mean a thing to me. Because, I do not plan to ruin my career by smacking a man looking woman around.

It's going to be the the headlining story in your world, the "masic" does the unthinkable and sends the wanna be Mean Girl back to her Wal Mart fashion closet. As for your tag team partner, it appears that you are someone who is hard to get along with. Kind of like me when you think about it. I hate sharing the spotlight with anyone but I am willing to put that aside until Melody and I go all the way to the end. Now as for you "Mister Fearless One," you will be finding more people to blame for your failures. Maybe you can blame the sound guy in the back for screwing you over or maybe you can blame the ring announcer for calling the wrong name out."

Travis pauses to catch his breath when Bobby finally is able to speak again.

"Do you think you are getting a little over confident? I mean Steve will be looking to bounce back from his loss at Inception. How are you going to combat his in ring prowess?"

"Will you shut up already? If you actually cleaned your ears out then you will know that Steve's quest on redemption will hit a huge snag. That snag being me. I don't care how pissed off this little man is. I don't care who Steve thinks he is because in the end. Steve will still get his head knocked off thanks to me."

"What about his tag partner Delia?"

"I thought she was already talked about but since she decided to call me some random name like Trenton. Maybe just maybe Delia will find out just how "masic" I am when I will be the one walking out of Scotland with my first win."

Travis takes a quick breath before continuing.

"Melody, darling, you seem to a real sweet girl and all. However don't think for a second that I view this partnership anything more than a business transaction. Throughout my entire career, I have been known as the man who doesn't play well with others. In other words, I hate sharing my spotlight. Did you hear me Melody? My spotlight. Not your spotlight. Not Delia's spotlight. Certainly not Steve Ramone's spotlight. I am the Phenomenon that everyone pays to see but never gets. I am the marvelous one. I am the Icon you all strive to become but can never achieve.

If you think Christian Underwood will just handout my contact information willy nilly then you obviously are mistaken. I have told him that I will not divulge any type information unless my lawyer is present. You know just to cover my bases. Now Melody, on paper we are the underdogs but in reality our opponents hate each other. Delia has already said she will not trust Steve to fight his way out of a paper bag. Steve feels Delia hides behind her Mean Girl pals too much. So if we want to pull a victory out of our asses then we better use their own problems to our advantage.

Just know Melody that at the end of the day, it won't be because of you. It will be because of Mister Total Nonstop Attitude. Just do you and me a favor and stay out of my way. As for Steve and Delia, your loss will simply be PHENOMENAL. For I am Travis Nathaniel Andrews and I am a PHENOMENON.

Travis finally shuts up as the floor director signals for Bobby to wrap it up.

"Well that is all the time we for this episode. Come back tomorrow for another body slamming episode until then I am Bobby Williams saying have a slobber knocker of a day."

The scene slowly starts to fade out as Travis walks off the set.

 

It all begins

"If That Ain't Country" strikes up as Wallace Jordan comes walking down the ramp while holding a bottle of Samuel Adams. He is greeting the fans sitting at ringside while keeping a smile on his face. He is wearing a trucker cap, jeans jacket with a t-shirt underneath it and mud covered blue jeans with boots. He hops up onto the ring apron and stays there for a few minutes. The loud crowd is going absolutely crazy when Wallace enters the ring. He walks right over to Justin Decent and respectfully is handed the microphone. He stands in the center of the ring while wiping the side of his mouth with his jacket sleeve.

For months, I have had people ask me why Wallace? Why would you return to the ring? Why put your family through the agony of watching you get defeated? Do you have a sick pleasure of being everyone's welcome mat? Sometimes, I even ask myself the same questions but there is something within side me that keeps screaming out. That thing is my passion and love for this business. That this is teaching all of those loud mouth bigots earn their stripes instead of talking a good game.

I can see my opponent this week as a problem with us working class types. What? You don't appreciate those who bust their asses to keep your high dollar house something you can live in. I mean we cook, clean, wash and do everything else while you are telling all of your friends how much sweat you give to keep the place looking spotless. No one sees us blue collar types doing your dirty work. Look, mister fancy pants if you don't like facing me then take it up with the management but until then get your head of your ass.

The promo of Wallace's opponent starts to play on the screen as he looks intently. Wallace's eyebrow curls up as his opponent starts questioning his personal life.

You want to question everything that I do huh Sephiroth then let me oblige you with some answers. How do I sleep at night? I sleep like a damn baby. I didn't dream of becoming a 'stepping stone' to anyone but what more do I really want to do with my career. I find people talking about their accomplishments to be nothing but past livers trying to project what they have done into the present. I, on the other hand, don't give two shits about what you have done in your career. All I care about is what you can do right now.

Wow, white trash, what are you back in high school? Listen mister fancy pants, I don't let anyone step all over me. I make sure they earn every thing they get in the end. If it means you win big deal. I don't really care about wins and losses because it's not really about that is it. I have watched Sin City Wrestling and I've noticed that they reward those who give their hearts out for them. They reward those who bust their ass to perfect their in ring abilities. However for me, I can careless how wrestling ability you have in your body. All that matters to me is if you can do one thing. I mean it's so simple that only four words are needed to describe it. What? Are you clueless Sephiroth? Are you surprised that this country boy can actually rip your ass apart.

You can call yourself a god all you want but here in the real world. You are no god. You are just a rich bastard trying to claim yourself to be better. I mean you have done nothing yet for Sin City Wrestling and after Climax Control. You will be sitting back in your high dollar mansion wondering what the hell just happened. Have you figured out those four words yet? Let me educate you Sephiroth. I want to see if you can SHUT UP AND FIGHT. Those four words are all I need to live by. I do want to apologize before hand. I want to apologize for kicking your sorry rich bastard ass all over this ring. I want to apologize for breaking that crow like beak of yours. I want to apologize for being the man who gives you the first loss in your SCW career. Oh, I almost forgot.....SORRY BOUT YOUR DAMN LUCK.

Wallace climbs the turnbuckle while still holding the microphone in his hand.

THE WILD MAN is about to GET FUCKING WILD.

"If That Ain't Country" strikes back up as the scene slowly begins to fade away.

 

Cameras fade inside a dark room as a ring of fire provides it's only light source. A man wearing somewhat of a nice suit steps into the shot as soft red lights flicker on. The camera starts at the shoes then slowly tilts up to show Horace Jackson standing there with no smile on his face.

"What in the fucking hell is wrong with you people? You are so caught up with me still being Darth Vader that you seem to miss a very key point. That I haven't used Darth Vader since I came back from that bogus suspension earlier this year. Since that point in time, I have slowly grown tired of the total lack of respect that someone of my caliber has been shown. I have 16 years of experience in this business but I am still getting treated like some god damn rookie. Geno Jr, got fucking lucky last week but this week luck for everyone runs the fuck out."

Horace reaches up and slowly removes his sunshades. His expression still doesn't change as three individuals are kneeling in front of him. Bridgette Jackson walks into the room carrying a twin bladed sword. She gives Horace a kiss on his lips as she turns her head toward the camera.

"You people will be the blame for the total annihilation of your precious Bosom Buddies. I mean those two half wits couldn't fight there way out of a brown paper bag. Let alone fight themselves off a Military base like Ft. Benning. This will mark the beginning of a new era here in Sin City Wrestling. That era will be the dawning of The Underworld reigning supreme. Blaque Heart and my husband will take out the teddy bear talking phony and the dumb one. I mean who in their right mind still thinks my husband is Darth Vader. He hasn't been Darth Vader in months. That goes to show you how much you respect him. You didn't respect him when he was Darth Vader so why did we expect this time to be any different. This week Respect gets beaten into your precious heroes."

"Climax Control 96 will be the night The Empire finally gives out the final salute of friendship. Because after tonight, the only thing The Empire gives out will be beatings. No one will be safe from the terror that will be The Empire. Bruce Evans spoke the truth and I will continue to fight the good fight. My fight is about respect. I demand respect since I am an in ring veteran. With how I have been treated around here, it's doesn't seem like that. Bun B is so retarded that he needs his cousin Nick to do all the talking for him. Makes me wonder if Bun B even has a functioning brain in between his ears. He thinks he is the biggest monster in this match. I guess he hasn't seen me in that ring. I am nearly 7 feet tall and weigh over 300 pounds. Your partner is a complete loon who talks to a fucking teddy bear.

Listen Despy, your run as tag team champions come to a fucking end as Bruce and myself will take them off you. I don't know how simple I can make it just so you can understand it. Both of you guys are the reason why, this business is slowly going down the fucking drain. Back in the day, brains actually mattered but I guess that is just to much to ask for these days. The Empire will rise through the fire and burn you boys to the fucking ground. The Underworld will gladly welcome to lost sheep into the very burning pits.

Bun B you will be the reason why your team finally loses those tag belts. Just know boys, THE EMPIRE SALUTES YOU."

Horace walks out of the shot as three bodies are left inside the ring of fire. The scene slowly fades to black.

 

|| Scene 1 ||

Horace is sitting on his couch inside his home while holding the TV remote in his hands. His wife and sister are having themselves a grand ole time with an all girls day. Horace is using this time alone to flip through the channels. He continues while shaking his head at some of the shows on TV. He stops briefly when Veronica Taylor, one of the Mean Girls, is on the television speaking. Horace places the remote down on the table while cocking his head to the side. He digs his finger into one ear trying to clean it out. Then does the same motion to his other ear.

Is this chick even speaking English? I mean what in the blue hell does masic even mean.

Horace continues to watch the promo while still looking really confused. He sits back and throws his arms high into the air.

What is it with these failed experiments to the modeling world? They are always talking more and more out of their ass instead of actually using their brains. I guess that's what you have to expect from people who steal their name from a movie title. The Mean Girls, I have to say this is my first ever interaction with them and I already want to rip their voice boxes out. Well, I want to remove their pea size brains and replace them with actual working ones. I mean, who in the hell is this Veronica Taylor? Where does she get off calling me a "masic"?

Horace continues to listen but instead of being confused. He is steadily being annoyed at the utter like of respect from Veronica but more important her total debauchery of the English language. He stands to his feet while hitting pause on the TV.

I have heard enough from that walking debauchery. Veronica, what are you looking to accomplish with this dribble you keep spewing? If you are looking for sympathy votes for your brain transplant then you are going to need more help. If you think your the measuring stick for what beauty looks like then you are clearly delusional beyond repair. My wife is ten times sexier than you could ever hope to reach. I don't find you attractive one bit. In fact, I know most guys like me wouldn't touch a street hooker like yourself even if Bridgette left me. The constant debauchery of the English language is the biggest reason why I think you need some serious help.

You may have a guy but that's probably because he's a bought and paid for slave. No guy in his right mind would want a fashion reject from some modeling company to be his girlfriend. I mean just look at you. You're not that flattering. Even your wrestling ability is questionable. Actually, I don't think you are that talented in a wrestling ring. I just think people toss you sympathy votes because of your poor self esteem. Veronica, I don't know if you have slipped on a banana peel somewhere in your life but you beating me is the best joke I have heard all week. Let me give you a small insight on who you are facing this week Veronica and maybe just maybe you will realize that your barking up the wrong tree.

You can't destroy my dreams when the only thing you can destroy are the retinas in our eyes. Why are you acting like Electra and I are going to fail? I mean you lost last week to Misty fair and square. Now you and this man wanna be are going to fail for a third week in a row. The Mean Girls are slowly falling apart and soon you will have no one to come to your aid. You are so afraid of a freakshow but this freakshow as direct ties to the Underworld. Not to mention, The Darth Knight will always seek to deliver his own brand of justice.

Horace is about to say another word but gets cut off by the front door opening up.

|| Scene 2 ||

Horace walks into the foyer and sees his good friend Mack standing in the doorway. Horace smiles as Mack brings him in for a bro hug. Horace pulls himself away as Mack walks toward the kitchen.

:: Horace ::
What are you doing here Mack?

:: Mack ::
I was in the neighborhood and wanted to come hang with a good friend. Also I was wondering if Vivian was here.

:: Horace ::
How did I guess that? I'm glad you stopped by man. Maybe you can give me your impression on something.

:: Mack ::
Like what? Is this another test to see if I am right for Vivian?

:: Horace ::
Would I do that?

:: Mack ::
Yes

Horace and Mack bust out lighting as they move from the kitchen into the living room. Horace scoops up the remote, rewinds the television and presses play. The moment Veronica Taylor speaks Mack's eyebrows go up into a confused state. A female voice rings out which catches both men off guard.

:: Vivian ::
Why is that stupid bitch on our television?

:: Horace ::
I am facing her and some woman wannabe this week.

:: Mack ::
What is masic supposed to fucking mean? This bitch sounds like she has sniffed too much paint in her lifetime.

:: Vivian ::
Try, sniffing too much perfume. Those Mean Girls are nothing but a sorry excuses for the female gender. I am even hotter than those bitches. The funny thing is I am all natural where those bimbos are fake plastic sluts. I am not talking about the good kind of plastic.

:: Mack ::
Who is this Holly Wood person?

:: Horace ::
He, I mean she is a fucking drag green.

Vivian and Mack are shocked by the vulgarity from Horace's mouth. He just shakes his head while walking out of the room. He walks through the corridor between the living room and the kitchen while heading for his wrestling room.

|| Scene 3 ||

Horace flips on the red and black lamps and walks toward the center of the room. He removes his suit jacket while revealing a black button shirt underneath a red vest and blood style necktie. He slowly unbuttons the sleeves on the shirt.

This week, the Underworld is in an uproar. The uproar is over their leader having to face two undeserving wenches. I mean one is a wench and the other is a disgrace to the male population. Holly Wood are you sure you can read me like a library book? I didn't think you had the brain power to read anything except the words on the backdoor.

Guys who want to be women make me sick. It has nothing with me not respecting you. I would respect you if it was just a damn job in order to make ends meet. However that isn't the case is it Holly. No, you dress in drag because you want to be fucking cool. This week is going to be my worst week ever. Not because I'm not booked but because I am not facing anyone who has actual talent. I mean Holly you are trained in wrestling but you don't even use it. I haven't seen you inside the ring. In fact, I believe this is going to be one of those matches that make me question where the brass is placing me.

He removes his shirt to reveal a tattooed covered torso. He places the shirt on some desk as he continues.

At least Electra and I are going to be on the same page. We are wanting to shutdown the pathetic Mean Girls. The Dark Empire is still coming and I will be the one who brings it to light. Mean Girls, tonight will be the last night you ever act like bitches. The "freakshows" are going to show you just how freaky we can fucking be. Veronica that mouth is going to be your downfall and Holly, you are going to lose your wig. The Soulless One is coming to claim your souls for the Underworld.

He slips on a T-shirt and takes one last look at the camera.

The Empire Salutes You

Horace finally walks out of the room as the scene begins to face.

 ~ Conversation with Vivian ~

It's been at least 72 hours since the end of Into the Void as Horace Jackson is busy cleaning out of his dressing room. He opens the door that leads to the hallway as Vivian Langley, his bubbly little sister, is standing there with a grin on her face.

"What in the hell are you doing Horace?" she asks.

"What does it look like Viv?" he replies.

"It looks like you are cleaning out your dressing room. Why are you cleaning it out?" she responds.

"Because it needs a good cleaning out. Why does it matter what I am doing? What are you doing here anyway?" he retorts.

Vivian walks past Horace as he throws his arms high into the air. Since they were little, Vivian and Horace always seemed to annoy each other. Horace knows his sister means well but realizes that he is the only father figure she's known.

"Just come on in why don't ya Vivian. Don't bother asking," he says annoyingly.  

"Don't be such a turd Horace. I just came from Tony's office and thought I should tell you in person," she replies.

Horace looks at his sister while trying to seem anxious.

"Do you want to know the news?" asks Vivian.

"What are you talking about Viv? What news? Tony hasn't told me anything," he answers.

Vivian shakes her head playfully before plopping down on the couch. She begins to twirl her hair with her finger while crossing her legs.

"You've got a match Horace," she responds

"A Match? Are you serious?" he replies.

"Yes, I am dead serious and you can thank Erik Staggs the next time you see him. If it wasn't for him busting his ass then you would still be pushing up daises right now," she retorts.

"I will thank him but who am I facing?" he asks.

"You are facing Equinox and it's for the SCW Roulette Championship," she answers with a grin on her face.

Horace smirks as Vivian can tell that something is up with her big brother.

"Where are you going?" she asks him while leaning against the arm of the couch.

"That is for me to know and for you to find out," he answers while heading for the locker room door.

"Are you forgetting something?" she responds while pointing to the Darth Vader gear lying on the table.

"I'm not using that right now," he proclaims while opening the door.

Vivian is left with a stunned look on her face while Horace walks out into the hallway.

~ Horace runs into Pussy Willow ~

Horace is still walking down the hallway. He is heading toward the ring when Pussy Willow comes running from the catering area. She accidentally bumps into Horace and nearly falls to the ground. Horace manages to catch her and stand her straight up. Pussy's cheeks a flush with red as Horace is laughing.

"Where's the fire?" he asks.

"Oh, I was just getting away from the food fight that Rocky started. I am sorry for stopping you this abruptly," she answers.

"It's okay. I don't mind it when you stop me in my tracks. I was just about to go explain to Equinox what is going to happen on Climax Control," he replies.

"Oh yeah, speaking of Climax Control. Congrats on getting back in the ring and sticking it to Mark Ward. It's about time someone got his head out of his own ass," she responds as Horace gives a small chuckle.

"It was a group effort. It started with me proving that I don't back down from anybody. Next it was my wife and sister continuing the battle. I can't thank Erik Staggs enough for his help and my lawyer for doing what he does best. However I must thank Harvey for finally being the voice of reason. Now Equinox must defend his title against the man who hasn't competed in about 2 months," he says with a smile on his face.

"I hope you can come away with a win. That would be a great way to cap off your comeback. I guess you should get going," she said.

Without saying another word, Horace Jackson nods his head and walks past Pussy. He continues to walk down the corridor as he comes to the music man.

~ The Shoot ~

"The High Life" sounds as Horace Jackson walks through the curtain and stands on the stage. The sold out Las Vegas crowd is going crazy as Horace starts walking down the ramp.

"Ladies and gentlemen please welcome HORACE JACKSON," announces Justin Decent.

Horace high fives the fans in the front row. He reaches the ring and pulls himself up onto the ring apron. He swings one leg over the top rope followed by the other. He looks at Justin Decent and takes the microphone out of his hands.

"What up Las Vegas? I know Climax Control is going to be taking place in Santa Rosa and I know I am facing the ever so eccentric Equinox. Equinox, I really hope you are 100% percent in this match because that is the only way you stand a chance. The reason I say that is because if you are favoring any slight of injury then I will have no problem with exploiting it. You can talk all you want about you being this great Roulette Champion but let's be honest. You got lucky against Andrew Garcia.

Tell me Equinox, why do you want everyone to call you a damn joker? Do you have a sick fetish for being a court jester? Everyone is expecting to see this enigmatic individual coming out on top but I already know the ending before it begins. You see Equinox, unlike Andrew Garcia, I don't intimidate easily. In fact, I find your Joker persona to be your ultimate downfall. I have no problem with exposing you as the fraud that you are inside this ring.

For two months, I have had to sit on the motherfucking sidelines while watching you make a mockery of this great sport. Equinox, these fans still love me no matter if I am in The Darth Vader costume or not. I will always have the fans support because of who I am. I have endure so much throughout my career. First starting in the Marine Corps followed by a 16 year career in a wrestling ring. Now I am back and I will gain the SCW Roulette Championship. You see Equinox, I bet you wanted to face The King of The Dark Side but instead you are getting the Lord of The Underworld.

Yes, The Soulless One will be making his debut on this upcoming edition of Climax Control. The Empire warned the world that if The Dark Side didn't return by Into the Void 3 then Souls will be sacrificed for the greater good. You can call me the source of all evil if you want but it won't stop the onslaught that awaits you Equinox. The violence is just about to pick up and the amount of blood that will be shed will make the Red Sea just a tad bit jealous.

Since we are still in Las Vegas, let me break this down into something you can comprehend."



The 10 of Clubs playing card pops up on the large screen.

"Let me start with the 10 of clubs. That is amount of clubs that will be used on top of your back, head, legs, torso, arms and any other bottom part that I can get my hands on. Not only will I use ten clubs to beat you Equinox. I will use 10 clubs to leave you in a pool of your own blood. 10 clubs will be all that is needed to stop you dead in your fucking tracks."



The Jack of Diamonds pops up on the large screen.

"They say diamonds are a girls best friend but that only works if you can get one. However that is not why I choose diamonds Equinox. Before diamonds are smooth they start out as a jagged shiny rock that is man made. Which means, I will use those jagged edges to cut you open. I will use those jagged edge to make you the perfect image for the new chucky doll.

Next we have the Queen of Clubs. Yes, you will suffer more clubs to the back of your head after I cut you with the diamond. It will be a club fest and I will be the ring leader. Even court jesters must bow down to the queen well in this case the Lord of the Underworld.

Do you finally understand what is about to happen Equinox? Do you finally realize that you stand no royal or joking chance in hell against a man like me? You may have lucked your way against Andrew but your luck will be running out. It's going to be a soulless outing. Equinox, I am not after your soul this time around. I will be walking out the new SCW Roulette Champion. There is nothing you can do to stop it.

Equinox, this match will be bloody. This match will be brutal. This match will be the ending of your career. It's time we beat you. Behind my eyes your life will end. The Underworld will welcome you with open arms while the Empire will be sending you out in a body bag. The only question I have for you is, are you ready? Well if you are ready for the blood bath that awaits you then let me be the first to WELCOME YOU TO THE HIGH LIFE. See you at Climax Control.

"The High Life" strikes back up as Horace Jackson lifts his arms high into the air then dropping them down causing the four corners to spark up. The scene begins to fade as Horace exits the ring.