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.
