The screen comes to life at a beach somewhere along the California coast. The sky is overcast and the wind is strong enough that the microphone on the camera is picking it up. The beach is fairly empty except for one person in the distance who appears to be walking towards the camera. The waves from the Pacific Ocean crash only the empty beach, leaving only smoothed out moist sand in its place as the water recedes back into the ocean. As the person walking on the beach gets closer to the camera, we’re able to start making out certain details. First, we can see that it’s a male… or maybe a flat chested butch female going topless. He’s wearing green, knee-lengthed board shorts. Pretty soon, we’re able to see his face and realize that it’s SCW Superstar Tom Dudely. With every step, he leaves a footprint in the sand. His footprints extend as far down the beach as we can see. Tom walks up to the camera and turns his back to it, staring out into the ocean as he addresses the camera.
Tom: This is the kind of weather I love at the ocean. The sun is great and all, but the overcast sky, coupled with the wind, is absolutely amazing.
Tom pauses for a moment as he takes in the view.
Tom: I haven’t been able to get out here lately. I used to come out here all of the time to reflect on my life. I’d think about everything from my family to my career.
Tom shrugs.
Tom: As far as I’m concerned, my family can fuck off. They haven’t been supportive of me in about a year now. They weren’t happy with my heel turn. They couldn’t understand that I did it for myself and no one else. They always have been a bunch of people pleasers. Giving the people what they wanted to see and not what would make them successful. I’m out here today because I needed to reflect a bit on my career. Where is it going? How much longer can I put my body through this? Do I still have it?
Tom takes a deep breath of the ocean air before continuing.
Tom: These last few months have been tough for me. I haven’t had a win in a while. During my suspension I took a match in ACW where I lost to some nobody. More recently, and probably the freshest in everyone’s mind, is my loss to Nick Jones at Hostile Takeover.
Tom pauses.
Tom: I tapped out.
Tom hangs down his head as he shakes it in disappointment at himself.
Tom: It never feels good to tap out. It’s much different from being pinned. Being pinned means that you were beat. You gave it your all but ended up not being good enough to pull it out. Tapping out though means that you gave up like a little bitch.
The word “bitch” comes out with such anger.
Tom: That won’t happen again.
Tom turns to face the camera. His eyes look to have something in them. They look to have something that had been missing for a while.
Tom: This week, Jordan Williams will be the one to tap out.
His eyes have a fire.
Tom: It’s true, Jordan should be the one pissed off at me for turning on him and the rest of Supremacy. He should be the one wanting to beat me into a bloody pulp this week, and he probably will want to, but I’m the one with something to prove. Supremacy always treated me as if I was less than them. They said as much on Twitter. This is my time. Jordan, you’re the SCW Heavyweight Champion. You’ve proven that you can still do it in the ring. This is my chance to do the same. At Climax Control, I will beat you in the middle of that ring, earning myself something I have never gotten, a shot at the SCW Championship. Then, the next time we’ll meet, I’ll take that strap from you. Jordan, I’m going to haunt your dreams like I’ve haunted so many other wrestlers before you.
Tom smirks.
Tom: I’m going to be your boogieman… and I’m gonna get ya.
Tom turns away from the camera and starts walking down towards the water. He gets about ankle deep before continuing to walk down the beach away from the camera. The camera follows him until he is so far down the beach that he’s nothing more than a speck in the distance. The scene fades.
