The scene opens backstage at The Firestone Fieldhouse in Malibu, California. Tom bursts through the curtains from the ring area looking disheveled. His button-down shirt is untucked and the jacket to his suit in hanging down off of his shoulder. Blood is splattered on his face and shirt. Tom looks furious as he appears to be looking for someone. He spots an SCW security team member leaning against a wall in the busy hallway and storms straight towards him.
Tom: What the hell was that? Some crazy fan comes out of nowhere and attacks me and you’re just standing back here doing nothing? Explain yourself!
The security guy is taken aback by Tom’s sudden appearance.
Security Guy: Umm… What are you talking about? I didn’t see any fans attack anybody.
This infuriates Tom even more. He becomes more animated as he becomes even more frustrated with the security guy.
Tom: That long haired freak that just attacked me during the match between Wyatt Peterson and Casey Williams! He just tackled me on the ramp and started pummeling me. Your job is to protect the talent from crazy people. I just got attacked and you’re just standing back here with your thumb up your ass.
The security guy attempts to explain himself but is cut off by Tom.
Tom: I don’t want to hear excuses. There is no excuse for you. You allowed this idiot to attack me and bleed all over me.
Tom pulls on his shirt where blood has splattered onto it.
Tom: He ruined my shirt! This shirt is worth more than you make in a year. You’re worthless as a security guard. Hell, you’re worthless as a burger flipper. I’m going to make sure Mr. Ward hears about you not doing your job. You will be fired by the end of the day. You don’t mess with Tom Dudely.
The security guard is just smiling as Tom continues to ramble on. From the ring area, the man who had attacked Tom, Aleksei Koji, comes through the curtain alongside Tom’s former protégé Wyatt Peterson. The two men are laughing together. They see Tom standing across the hallway glaring at them. Tom turns back to the security guy.
Tom: There he is! Do your job and get that son of a bitch out of my arena.
Wyatt says something inaudible to Koji. Koji nods in agreement and walks away down the hall opposite of Tom. Wyatt walks over to Tom with a big smile on his face.
Tom: You liked that, didn’t you? You liked seeing me get attacked from behind by one of your fans? I bet that you even paid off this crappy security guy to allow your buddy to get to me.
Wyatt starts laughing.
Wyatt: That’s preposterous! Ah don’t need tah pay anyone tah let Koji attack ya.
Tom: Koji? What kinda name is that? It sounds like something that a Canadian would name their kid.
Wyatt: Actually, ah think he’s Romanian.
Tom: I don’t care where he’s from. The fact still remains that he should be arrested for attacking me and this so-called security guy should be fired for allowing it to happen.
Wyatt laughs again.
Wyatt: Ya sure are somethin’ else, Tom. Ya know that Koji’s a ‘rassler here, right?
Tom: HE’S a wrestler? You’ve gotta be kidding me!
Wyatt: Nope, he’s actually perdy good too. He’s got a title match at an NWA event against Casey comin’ up.
Tom: Ugh! I’m tired of hearing about that NWA crap.
Wyatt: Ah just had an idea. Hold on.
Tom watches curiously as Wyatt pulls his cell phone out of his pocket and starts typing something out. After a few moments, Wyatt puts his phone back into his pocket and looks back up at Tom with a cocky smile on his face.
Tom: What? Why are you smiling like that? What the hell did you just do?
Wyatt: Ah just tweeted a little somethin’. Ya might wanna check it out. It has tah do with you.
Wyatt walks past Tom and disappears down the hall. Tom pulls out his own cell phone and brings up with Twitter app. The most recent tweet was from @BigCountrySCW. It reads.
"Wanted to break the news here. Next week, @SinCityDudely will be taking on that crazy SOB Aleksei Koji."
Tom: FUUUUUUUUUCK!!!
Tom takes a step down the hall before stopping and turning back to the security guy who is still just leaning against the wall. Tom sticks his index finger into the man’s face.
Tom: I’ve got my eye on you. Don’t fuck up again.
Tom, clearly frustrated at the events of the last twenty minutes, walks away down the hall as the scene fades.
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The scene opens inside of Tom Dudely’s home in Dudelyville, California. There appears to be a party going on in the house. It’s not your typical SCW party though. The party guests are all wearing business suits or dresses. Classical music is being played by a pianist in the corner of the main room. There are servers weaving through the guests trying not to drop trays of Champagne, quiche, and various other hors d'oeuvres. The host of the party, Tom Dudely, is talking to a redheaded man wearing a gray suit.
Tom: Honestly, I’m tired of hearing about all of this crap about gay marriage. If they want to get married, just let them. I just don’t want to have it crammed down my throat all the time. What about you, Steve?
Steve: Well, I do agree that it’s been overplayed, but as they say, the squeaky wheel gets the oil. If the gay marriage issue falls out of the headlines, it will never get legalized.
Tom: Either way, I could care less. It doesn’t affect me or my investments.
Steve: But wait, don’t you have stock in Chik-Fil-A? The president of that company came out against gay marriage and it will definitely hurt that company’s stock.
Tom laughs.
Tom: What do you take me for? I’m not an idiot. As soon as I saw that article on Yahoo I sold my shares. I didn’t make much off of them, but at least I didn’t take a hit.
Steve: Well done!
Tom: Thank you.
Tom takes a sip from his champagne flute as he observes the other guests in the party.
Tom: Now this is how a party should be. The uncouth beasts that I put up with at work are always going out and drinking until they get black out drunk only to wake up with random fat bimbos next to them in the morning.
Steve: Didn’t you used to do that?
Tom: Ugh! Don’t remind me. I had some very dark years in my past. I’d rather not have to relive them. It’s bad enough that I still have to be around people like that anymore.
Steve: Why don’t you just quit then? You’re doing really well for yourself. Your returns on investments are through the roof. Maybe it’s time to just walk away from the wrestling world.
Tom shakes his head.
Tom: I’ve thought about it. Hell, I tried to retire for a bit, but there’s something about the energy you feel when performing in front of a life crowd that can’t be matched by anything else.
Steve: Have you tried cocaine? It gives you a pretty good feeling, too.
Tom shoots Steve a disapproving look.
Tom: You know that I don’t mess around with drugs. I’ve always lived a fairly clean life and I don’t plan on changing that now.
Steve: Hey man, that’s cool. I’m just throwing out suggestions.
Tom: That wasn’t a very good suggestion. Anyway, it’s not just the crowd that keeps me wrestling. I feel like the sport has become corrupted by young people that don’t respect everything that I’ve worked for. I’m the only one who is willing and able to restore the sport to it’s glory. This week, I’m going to start by making an example of the party animal Aleksei Koji. Once I’m done with him, I will shift my focus to the inbred southerner Wyatt Peterson. I haven’t decided who I will make an example of after that, but you can guarantee that I won’t quit until Sin City Wrestling returns to what wrestling should be: real wrestlers, no more crappy gimmicks, and respect for the men, such as myself, who built the business.
Steve: Good luck with that. If anyone can do it, it will be a man with intelligence, integrity, and talent such as yourself. I need to excuse myself though. The brunette over by the piano has been giving me the eye for a while.
Tom looks towards the piano.
Tom: The one that looks like a librarian?
Steve: That’s the one. I’m gonna go talk to her.
Steve finishes off the remaining champagne from his flute and sets it on the tray of a passing server. He pats Tom on the shoulder.
Steve: Wish me luck.
Tom: Good luck.
Steve disappears into the crowd in the direction of the piano as the scene fades.
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The scene opens again backstage at the War Memorial Gymnasium in San Francisco, California. Tom Dudely has just arrived and is walking around searching for the locker room to drop off his duffel bag. Tom is wearing dark blue slacks and a matching vest that is covering a light blue long sleeved dress shirt. His eyes are hidden behind some dark sunglasses.
Stoner: Hey Tom, wait up!
Tom stops in his tracks and looks up at the ceiling in annoyance. He drops his duffel bag to the floor and spins around to find “Stoner” Scott Oliver hurrying down the hallway towards him with a cameraman in tow. Tom plasters on a half-hearted smile.
Tom: To what do I owe this honor?
Stoner: I wanted to get your thoughts going into your match with Aleksei Koji.
Tom lets out a heavy sign before replying.
Tom: To be completely honest, I don’t feel that this rookie is worth my time. He’s just another kid that doesn’t respect the business. He’s been going around talking to teddy bears, teaming up with guys that looks better suited for a comic book than a wrestling ring, and getting drunk with his…
Tom holds up two fingers on each hand to form quotation marks.
Tom: … party horde.
Tom drops his hands back to his side.
Tom: He’s been taking up way too much of my TV time with this so-called hoard. He doesn’t even know what a hoard is. I’ve been a part of a real hoard. Back when I left wrestling to act, I was in the major straight to DVD film “Zombie Hoard 4: The Aztec Curse”. A party cannot be a hoard, only zombies come in hoards.
Stoner: It seemed that last week, you didn’t even know that Aleksei Koji was an SCW wrestler. Did you spend the week scouting him?
Tom laughs.
Tom: No. No. No. No. No. This guy isn’t even worth my time. I don’t know what Wyatt was thinking by putting me up against him. I’ve had more experience in the ring than Romania as a whole. This guy will come in, make a couple of mistakes, and end up beating himself. I just have to show up and enjoy the show.
Stoner: I don’t know about that. Aleksei has had quite a bit of success so far in SCW. He’s very unorthodox in the ring and the fans are fully behind him.
Tom: What do I care about the fans being behind him? They aren’t the ones in the ring that feel the torque of a Dudely Crossface. They don’t get knocked unconscious by a Dudely DDT or an Axe Kick. They just want to see people get their ass kicked. That’s exactly what they’ll get tonight when I beat their beloved Koji in the middle of the ring.
Stoner: There’s been talk about the match being contested under Roulette Rules. The rumor is that the higher ups feel that the spontaneity of Roulette Rules favor Aleksei’s style and that’s why they scheduled your match as such.
Tom: That just shows that even the higher ups know that this guy is a joke. They knew that under a normal match he wouldn’t last two minutes in the match with me. I still hold an incredible advantage even under these rules. I’ve been in so many match types. I’m one of the most hardcore adept wrestlers in this company. The only way he’d have a chance of beating me is if we end up in a mud pit match. The only reason he’d beat me there is because I’m not going to embarrass myself just so the fans can get a laugh.
Stoner: Dude, you in a mud pit match would be hilarious.
Tom: Yeah, too bad you weren’t there when I was rolling around in the mud with your mom.
The Stoner’s smile turns to a frown.
Stoner: Not cool dude.
Tom smiles at upsetting The Stoner.
Tom: She didn’t complain. Next time, maybe I’ll take that Odette chick out for a roll in the mud.
Stoner: You son of a bitch.
The Stoner lunges towards Tom, but Tom’s reflexes are too good as he jumps back out of The Stoner’s reach. Tom starts laughing as he leaves The Stoner fuming in the middle of the hallway.
Stoner: That guy’s become a total asshole.
From down the hall, Tom calls back towards The Stoner.
Tom: When you’re done standing there, looking like an idiot, bring my bag to the locker room.
The Stoner looks down at Tom’s duffel back still sitting on the floor. He swings his leg back and gives the bag a hefty kick that sends it sliding across the floor, bumping into the wall.
Stoner: Asshole.
The Stoner and the cameraman walk the opposite direction as Tom down the hall as the scene fades.
