“I DO NOT CONSENT TO THIS!!!”“TOO BAD!!!”(The scene opens outside of stately Russow Manor as we see Alanah O’Connell essentially DRAGGING her boyfriend Jack Russow by the collar of his pants up the stairs. Though the show is in Las Vegas...when you have access to private transportation, sometimes you just need to go back to the beginning and re-root yourself.)
Jack Russow: YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT IT”S LIKE FOR A BOY!!!
Alanah O’Connell: LOOK!!! This was the ONLY thing I could think of and YOUR great lump of an ass was just gonna roll over and forfeit!
Jack Russow: But THIS...the HORROR...the...HORROR.
(She drags him up the stairs and opens the door. Jack’s withdrawn yet almost genius brother Charlie was in his usual spot in the corner reading a book far beyond his years. Emma suddenly floats out from the kitchen and up to Alanah giving her a big hug and a kiss before wrapping Jack in a hug and pulling back to hold his face.)
Emma Russow: My boy...how have you been? Losses still weighing on your mind?
Jack Russow: I don’t care about the losses anymore…
Emma Russow: Ahhh...it’s Mack.
Jack Russow: I promised him I’d have his back...I SWORE blood brothers against the wind with him that we would find her together! And I know I should be honored...SCW entrusted me with a championship reign at the expense of MAYBE the greatest in-ring competitor they’ve ever hosted. But every time I try to focus…
Alanah O’Connell: ...I still hear her screaming...the nightmare’s are too real…
(Emma turns and consoles Alanah again as Jack starts to slink towards the door…)
Jack Russow: WEEEEEEELL I guess Dad’s uhh...probably in the gym so I’m uhh…
(Alanah suddenly snaps back to reality like OP there goes Rabbit and she’s suddenly giving him a VERY stern look. Emma is confused.)
Emma Russow: Well yes, your father is in the gym but whyyyy am I picking up miscommunication vibes between you two?
Alanah O’Connell: Because that’s NOT who he’s here t’see!
(Jack literally hits his knees grabbing at the hem of Alanah’s sundress burying his face into it.)
Jack Russow: I beg of you...I IMPLORE you...PLEASE...RECONSIDER THIS!!
(Emma suddenly gets a known look on her face…)
Emma Russow: Ahhhh…
*ahem* ROOOOOOOOOSIEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
(There is a cup of water on the table...we see it ripple with a thud like in Jurassic Park...Jack looks at it and gulps deeply as a tiny voice calls out from the distance…)
“I AM PRACTICING MY MONOLOGUE, MOTHER...WHATEVER COULD BE SO IMPORTANT!?!?”(Jack frantically looks at Emma and literally squeaks like a mouse…)
Jack Russow: ...please mommy...no…
(Emma feigns sympathy for her son before screaming out…)
Emma Russow: VISITORS!!!
(We hear a three octave Mariah Carey-esque shriek as suddenly there’s the quick pitter-patter of little feet rushing down the second flight of stairs but suddenly stopping at the top of the bottom set of stairs. We hear a little throat clear as suddenly we see the reigning Diva herself...Jack Russow’s 9 year old little sister...Charlie’s COMPLETELY opposite twin...comes eloquently sliding her arms down the bannister as she floats about in what looks to be a formal evening gown. As soon as she sees Alanah they both shriek and lunge for each other as Alanah picks her up swinging her around.)
Rosie Russow: OH MY DEAREST ALANAH it is just DARLING to see you again!!!
Alanah O’Connell: The honor is MINE, my dearest! How are you!?
Rosie Russow: I am....admittedly...dismayed.
Alanah O’Connell: A
www...what troubles my beloved Rosie?
(She sets Rosie down and Rosie rubs her arm looking at the ground as tears begin to form in her eyes and she looks at Jack.)
Rosie Russow: ...why haven’t you found Mattie yet?
(That hit Jack like a ton of bricks and he starts to stammer over his words as he backs into a seat...Alanah’s face suddenly becomes flushed with concern as she kneels besides the young hostess and fixes her dress.)
Alanah O’Connell: Now Ms. Rosie...you have my EVERY guarantee we are trying our best to find your Mattie. And we will! She’ll be right back here adorning you in every beautiful color you could imagine. I ADORE this dress...did she make it for you?
Rosie Russow: She DID! Oh she was so divine! Far better than I could have ever DREAMED!!! But I’m curious...why did you two come all this way just to see...me?
Alanah O’Connell: *Gasps* As if I’d need a REASON to see my Rosie! But you are correct...there is one thing I could use your...expertise on.
Rosie Russow: Oh darling you flatter me! Do go on!
Alanah O’Connell: See your brother has to defend his Roulette Championship for SCW-
Rosie Russow: UGH! Barbaric fisticuffs run deep in this family, I’ll have NONE of it!
Alanah O’Connell: Well he’s facing a man who’s a little…”dramatic”.
(This peaks Rosie’s attention...someone more dramatic than her? Bitch is goin’ down...err...you know.)
Rosie Russow: Dramatic...how?
Alanah O’Connell: Well as best we can tell he thinks he’s some sort of...warlock.
Rosie Russow: ...like a boy wizard?
Alanah O’Connell: Kinda.
Rosie Russow: ...like Harry Potter with guyliner?
Alanah O’Connell: EXACTLY.
(Rosie thinks for a moment...staring at her brother in extremely deep thought...before she claps her little hands twice and saunters back towards the stairs.)
Rosie Russow: I AM READY...BRING THE CHILD.
Jack Russow: ...I am literally a decade older than you.
Rosie Russow: And yet you seek MY help...is this the hill on which you wish to be buried?
(From the other room, behind his book...in a rare outcry of notoriety we hear young Charlie Russow proclaim…)
Charlie Russow: WELL SAID, SISTER!
(Rosie flips her hair and winks at Alanah who grabs Jack by the arm and leads him up the stairs to “The Theatre”...once the door closes...and three minutes have passed...we suddenly hear a blood-curdling shriek that obviously belongs to Jack Russow. Emma Russow looks at Charlie who has looked up from his novel as they both shake their heads at each other concluding this part of the thing…)
HEY SEGUES ARE WEIRD, RIGHT!?-I Am Jack’s Punch-Drunk Delusion-“‘Cause I'm about to BREAK down!Searching for a WAY out!I’m a liar! I’m a cheater! I’m a non-believer!I’m a POPULAR! POPULAR! MONSTER!”(We see the under-dwelling of what appears to be a stone-masoned castle dungeon. Where are we? We can only speculate. As the world burns outside and the voices cry for justice it seems the only place one can find a moment’s concentration to attend to the business at hand is to go subterranean. We see a faint light shine down from the stone spiral staircase in a dark blue until the camera pans back and we see a decent sized cauldron boiling over a roaring fire. We hear a harsh, almost Batman like tone begin to speak…)
“In the end as you fade into the night...who will tell the story of your life?”(Suddenly we see a very dark Jack Russow clad in all black leather ALMOST like The Crow if the Crow had better hair and didn’t have solid white contacts in his eyes.)
Jack Russow: Kedron Williams. You have fought...bled...for your one chance at glory. To match me fate for fate in that hallowed ground. That squared circle. And I admit you intrigue me to an extent but do not let my curiosity blind you to the DANGERS...you now FACE. See if you were smart you’d have paid attention to everything I’ve said thus far. You’d KNOW my pedigree...you’d know my track record...you’d know I’m banging Lachlan Kane and Malachi’s sister on the regs-
“JACK!!!”Jack Russow: SORRY! That one slipped...also...just really love reminding them of that. BUT ALAS!!! The time has come for your end of days, Kedron! You hapless jabroni! LOOK! LOOK into your crystal ball or your Ouija Board or your...Miss Cleo hotline! LOOK and ACKNOWLEDGE!...ACCEPT your defeat!
(Jack suddenly slinks towards the camera taking a moment to cough and sputter as the smoke from the fire blows up in his face before he suddenly snaps back into...iunno what we call this, “Weird Mode”? He slithers up to the camera making sure you can see his super cool all white contact lenses that he got from Lens Crafters who totally didn’t pay us to shout them out.)
Jack Russow: Kedron Williams you WILL know pain unlike you’ve ever know! Because I WILL COME ON YOU LIKE NO MAN HAS COME ON YOU BEFORE!!!
“...really?...you wanna take that one again?”(Jack pauses and thinks for a second...his eyes squint so hard that one of the contact lenses folds in half and he dances around digging at his eye.)
Jack Russow: Owowowowowowowowowfuckinow GODDAMMIT WHY DO I HAVE TO WEAR THESE BULLSHIT GIMMICKS!?
“Rosie thought it would add to the drama!”Jack Russow: ROSIE’S FUCKIN’ NINE!!!
“Don’t you yell at me ya thick dolt!”Jack Russow: I’m SORRY babe I just...GAHHHHH!!! THAT’S IT! FUCK IT! HIT THE LIGHTS!!!
(Suddenly we hear a bell ring as lights turn on and we see that it was a pre-built set as Jack walks over to the vanity mirror and scratches at his face as Alanah O’Connell calms him and calmly takes the contact lenses out of his eyes holding his face to look at him as she kisses him quickly.)
Alanah O’Connell: That’s much better anyway!
Jack Russow: What am I doing? The leather, the fire, the...ALL of it...it just…
Alanah O’Connell: It isn’t you. I see that now. I just thought since you were drifting we might try something a little different is all!
Jack Russow: Can’t I just...wear MY clothes...somethin’ that doesn’t have a chokehold on our kiddie makers...come out to MY kinda scene and just...go OFF on this Hawthorne Heights lookin’ motherfucker?
(Alanah kisses Jack on the forehead)
Alanah O’Connell: That’s my boy. Now GIT! We’re burnin’ daylight!
HAHAHA OMG SEGUES AGAIN AMIRITE!?(Next thing we know we hear…)
“KEEP YOUR HOPES UP HIGH!AND YOUR HEAD DOWN LOW!”(The door swings open to an outside bonfire where a few of his closest people are having a good time. They’ve backed trucks up to the fire and are sitting on the tailgate, there’s a keg, there’s punks...thugs...preps...literally people from every walk of life. And out of the door bounds Jack Russow in his ratty jeans...his ratty band shirt...his ratty Chuck Taylors...his goofy shades...and the SCW Roulette Championship slung over his shoulder.)
Jack Russow: I’m not the kinda kid that is known...to REALLY discriminate against anyone based on sexual orientation, color, creed, anything...in fact, MY crew...is called the Island of Misfit Toys. And for good reason! You an outcast? Are you a liberal that grew up in the South? You a thug from the suburbs? You just never…”fit in” anywhere? You got a spot with ME. I SEE you. I ACCEPT you. I LOVE you. And in this current climate and situation? I think we need all of that we can get...don’t you?
(Jack screams towards the crew and they raise a bottle or a glass to him in return as he adjusts the title on his shoulder.)
Jack Russow: Kedron I don’t know the first thing about you...and that’s cool! ‘Cause you don’t know the first thing about ME, either! Now...if I were a dick...I’d come out here and I’d say you look like the poster child of Marilyn Manson’s mom having a three day crack binge while she was pregnant with you! I could say “cheer up kid, your makeup’s running!” I COULD say...that Dungeons & Dragons is NOT a viable way to pattern your life but Kedron...I don’t wanna do that. Y’see…
(Jack walks down and hops up on a tail bed next to Alanah who lays her head on his shoulder.)
Jack Russow: D’you wanna know why I was the RIGHT person at the RIGHT time to end Griffin Hawkins’ epic run with this championship? It’s because I went into it knowing I was outclassed, outmanned, and outgunned...but I showed up with all the class I could. I showed Griffin Hawkins every ounce of respect he deserved and then when that was well documented I showed him...EXACTLY...what being the “Real Wild Child” is all about! Now you and I are gonna have...one HELLUVA fight for this title...come Hell or high water. Who KNOWS what this destiny is gonna hold for us. But I want you to know this is nothing PERSONAL for me! If you win? I’ll be the same cat after as I was right now. I will personally get up, hand you this title, and shake your hand. But I gotta tell you something and I NEED you to hear it…
(Jack and Alanah share a knowing look at each other as they both nod in solidarity...Jack turns back to the camera.)
Jack Russow: I took my turn...to look Into The Void...I didn’t see all of time and space like The Doctor...I didn’t hear the drums like The Master. What I saw...was my destiny. And that was me toppling you to RETAIN this title and go on to continue cementing my legacy in SCW.
...that was scenario...one…Jack Russow: ...and then it changed. I saw my best friend Mack...getting slashed down by a maniacal preacher and his sadist father trying to save the ONE chance at love he ever had in his life...and when I looked...I didn’t see me anywhere near it. And that? I won’t lie to ya...that bothered me. That fueled me. THAT. ANGERED. ME. Because I have felt torn between two destinies...two worlds...for far too long so HERE...is what I’M going to DO.
(Jack slides off the tailgate and wanders right up to the fire holding his hand out over it as close as he can get it as the pain starts to show on his face in the form of undeniable rage.)
Jack Russow: “On a gathering storm comes a tall handsome man...but hidden in his coat is a red right hand.” And I’m gonna TAKE...that red right hand...and I’m gonna try my damndest to punch through your SOUL. As FAST as I can. Because the faster I put you down...the quicker I can get back to looking for Mattie Cormier so no...I don’t want you to think I’m OVERLOOKING you. No no...I’m red dot sighted, x-ray vision THROUGH you. After it’s all said and done? If you can get up on your own power? I invite you to come join us! Have a beer and socialize...you look like you could use it. But until that party...from bell to bell?
...kid...I’m gonna kick your chick pant wearin’ ass.(Jack winks at the camera and turns back to the party as we fade to black.)