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| We open in the lobby of a hotel in Houston, Texas, not too far from where Lightning will take place. Sharc is seated on a red leather couch at a small round table. The couch is against a marble style wall, and assorted plants on top of the wall. He is wearing an Aerosmith T-shirt, black jeans and brown hiking boots. He is sipping from a bottle of beer on the table. People are rushing around in the lobby, checking in, going for cabs, coming, going, talking, lugging luggage. None pay any attention to Sharc or the man filming him. Voice: Hey, wasn't that Andy Extreme? Sharc: Oh yeah. The guy who basically copied my first promo? The one who said he wasn't here to bitch and moan about his childhood like a lot of wrestlers do these days. And then for the next hour, he proceeded to to just that? And taking the camera man on a tour of his miserable past? Gee, Andy, where'd you get that idea. Hell, this is a guy so stupid, he doesn't even realize he has a match booked for Friday. I'll deal in time with that unoriginal piece of (beep). Gee, he's not with a chick, I'm shocked. He sounded so cool. I can't believe he is married. Slut. What a hypocrite. He goes and whines about his childhood, yet right before that, he said he wasn't going to whine about his childhood. Do I whine? Voice: No. Sharc: Shut up you moron! I told you, when I start, shut the hell up. Voice: Sorry. I didn't know this was it. Sharc: The answer is no, I don't whine. I just tell you facts. All I did in my first promo was introduce myself. I am walking hate. I despise all that is alive. And that is why. All my life people have trampled on me. Abused me. Stolen from me. Just like Andy. Nobody in this federation is at my level. I haven't even started yet. And once I hit my peak, nobody, not Andy, not Graduate, not Dysan, not Spawn, not Snake Eyes, Matthews, Chase or Vendetta will be able to compete with me. All they are are bullies. And I've got to prove myself. I'm still a rookie. Whatever. None of them can bully me or hold me down. They're in for a rough time. Someone calls Sharc's name. The camera swings to see Simon Marsh and a cameraman walking toward their table. Simon: You have a cameraman? Sharc: So do you. Simon: No, I mean, does he work for you? Sharc: Does he (he says pointing at Simon's man) work for you? Simon: No, he works for Martin, er, Louis Miranda, the president. Sharc: Whatever. What do you want. Simon: To ask you a couple of questions. You know the deal, you've been watching TWW haven't you. Sharc: Fine. Pull up a chair. And you, inferior camera man, you TWW employee, you joke, you take this man's chair (Sharc says pointing at his own camera man). (Sharc turns to his camera man) Why don't you go call for a couple of escorts. And make a beer run. I'll meet you up at our room after this bull. The first camera goes black and we cut to the TWW camera. The camera man takes the seat across from Sharc. Sharc stares at the camera, then Simon. We see the backside of a man holding a camera, walking away toward the front desk. Sharc: First of all, maybe me and Loki should have our match here. All these mirrors make the lobby look bigger. Maybe it would do something for Loki's multiple size problems. Simon: First of all, we got that interview you called "Somebody." We felt it didn't really do much. We couldn't see your face, or anything. It was in darkness. If people see that, they'll flip right by. Sharc: So? Do you understand what making a point is all about. Simon: I- Sharc: Don't interrupt. When I'm done, I'll tell you I'm done. (Sharc suddenly turns around in his seat and stares at a beautiful blonde wearing a white blouse, black mini-skirt and high heels.) Damn. As soon as I get to be a star, that whore will be mine like that (he says snapping his fingers). Simon: Whore? Sharc: Yeah, whore. All women are whores. Your wife, her, all of 'em. They all care about their faces and their bodies. They all want guys to buy them (beep). The only way you get to (beep) 'em is to compliment them and buy them (beep). Me, me, me. All of . . .well, most of 'em. Anyway, what was the question? Oh right. The point of "Somebody" was the storm, not me. I'm not about hiring actresses to play someone's wife and then acting like I kill them. I'm not about faking airplane crashes, getting arrested, or whatever, just to have a chance to share my thoughts. I do it whenever I want. Life is art. A point is in everything we do. Everything we see is a lesson. It's not my fault everyone who saw that was too dumb to understand symbolism, like you. For example, that whore (he says turning to look at the blonde again), she's got bigger breasts than Loki's body. I bet she could do some back flips and land her (beep) on my (beep). Oh, imagine the orgasm. I'd spray her so hard it'd be coming out her nose. I sure as hell would rather wrestler her (beep) than Loki on Lightning. But I will, 'cause I'm getting paid. Simon: Why the small jokes. Sharc: (Turning back toward Simon) Why not? I don't have much else on him. He's a guy who was washed up and quit the business, but for some reason came back to TWW. And his record speaks more loudly about him than I ever could. He's got nothing. He loses. He's what I used to be. A loser. People bigger, smaller, fatter and skinnier than me used to make fun of me. Well, guess what. It didn't kill me. It made me stronger. Loki, you little bastard, I don't know a damn thing about you, but I don't need to. You look like the Joker, but the joke will be on you, again, as I lift you up high and drop you for the inverted brainbuster. If I take away your legs, you can't run. If I take away your neck, you can't move. And if I break your fingers, you can't choke me out. So deal with it. Friday, you've got hell to pay, and I'm Satan. Loki, you ain't got a chance against me. Dream on. Go to bed. It's the only place you'll find some peace. Next question. Simon: I Sharc: By the way, midget wrestling gets popular every four or five years. That's the only reason guys like Loki, Snake Eyes and that Walsh guy have jobs right now. Simon: Man, you are just making friends now, aren't you? Sharc: I don't need any leeches. I stand alone. Soon, so soon, after I prove how worthless Loki is, and after I show everyone I belong in the elite of this federation, I will begin my campaign of elimination. Hell, maybe Loki will be my first victim. War is coming TWW. I am a one man army. Simon: Aren't you overlooking Loki? Sharc: Hell no. He's great. But he can't win. That's a fact. Great wrestler, great jobber. Is she still over there? Simon: (Looks) Yeah. Sharc: Okay. Are we done yet? Simon: You have no chance with her. Sharc: Oh, I know. Simon: You know? Sharc: I don't want to bang her. Any more questions? Simon: You wouldn't want to... Sharc: No. She reminds me of a bitch I used to know. Simon: Well, we haven't heard much from Loki about you. Any thoughts as to why. Sharc: Hmm. How about this. Loki is a non-factor. He has not spoken my name because he fears me. He knows the incredible force that is Sharc. He knows that I can destroy him. I am a destructive force of nature. He is a victim. And Friday, he will be my victim. I don't care if he's been in a hospital, I don't care if he's a burglar, I don't care. Loki seems to be good at avoiding confrontation. I'm calling you out bitch. If you got the balls, quit hiding in the darkness. I'm not a hard man to find. Show up Friday. Do something you haven't done. Prove me wrong. If I don't hear from you this week, I'll know you fear me. I'll know that you really just don't have the heart to compete in that ring any more. I have the heart. I only have one goal, and that is to succeed and rub my success in everybody's face. If I have to go through jobber after jobber, I will. I'll destroy them all one by one until there are dead bodies everywhere. I wish nothing but death on everyone in this federation. I wish nothing but death on Loki. You can die too Marsh, more air for me. I hate Loki just for being alive. Just for being like everybody else. Any breathing human sucks. Loki, if by some fluke you actually show up Friday, prepare to be taken to hell. Because now that I think about it, you ignoring me is really pissing me off. And you're going to pay. If I don't snap your neck, or your legs, or your fingers, I'll do something perhaps even worse by beating you, I'll break your will to live. Break your will to compete. Then you can go back to that (beep) gym of yours and stare at all the men's sweaty bodies all day long. Bet you'd like that. Because then you'll be out of the public spotlight. Then you'll be a loser, but everyone just won't know it. Well, I've got to go. Interview over. He gets up and walks over to the blonde-haired woman. As Sharc begins talking to her, she looks puzzled at first. Sharc points at all parts of her body and continues talking. Her lower lip begins trembling. She turns away from him, but he gets right in her face. She winds up for a right handed slap, but is too slow. Sharc catches her arm and he slaps her to the floor with a hard slap. She puts her face in her hands as Sharc looks down at her. A few people are staring at the incident. Sharc smiles and walks toward the exit. A doorman opens a door, and Sharc leaves. The camera fades out on the crying woman. |
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