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| We open in a hotel bathroom. Sharc is kneeling beside a full tub of water. The floor tiles are bright white, as are the walls. On the edge of the tub is a kitchen knife with what appears to be a six-inch blade. Sharc stares at the water, then looks at the camera at his left. SHARC: Chelsea was asking me, how are you going to address Dysan. How are you going to beat him? How are you going to beat the greatest Extreme Champion TWW has ever had? She also told me, as great as I am, and as great as my finishing move is, the most devastating finisher in TWW needs a name. She said it has to be something catchy. That's why we're here. Water, it is how we survive. Without water, we as humans, would not exist. Sharc picks up the knife with his right hand and looks at the camera. SHARC: And then there is, blood. (He looks down at the blade.) When your blood stops flowing in your body, you're dead. And then there is me. Sharc. Utterly vicious. You see, in life, you are all swimming in an aquarium, an I am a hunter. You all are my prey. In a world of good and evil, I exist to shred you. I exist to attack you. To brutalize you. To make you bleed. It no longer makes any difference to me if you claim to be a sinner or a saint, because, there are no saints. We're all going to hell, whether you like it or not. I don't want to personally, but with the stuff I've done, I doubt God would pass up pulling the cloud out from under my feet. So, back to my point. Water is life. Blood is life. Sharc is death. That move, my finisher, the inverted brainbuster. It has a new name. Sharc rams the knife blade deep into his left hand and screams in pain. After the scream dies, he stares up at the ceiling. In the tub, blood rains down from the self-inflicted wound. Sharc lets out one last howl, which almost sounds orgasmic. He looks back down into the tub of bloody red water. SHARC: Oh yeah. Ohhhh. I haven't felt that in a while. That was good. (He looks at the camera.) So, from now on, my finisher, the move I will take everyone down with, will be referred to as blood in the water. Because once I see my opponent bloody, battered or staggering, I will move in for the kill. In the background, the hotel door thumps open and slams shut. CHELSEA: Rich, where are (she suddenly screams). What the hell happened to you! You're bleeding! (She runs into the bathroom and grabs his hand.) Shut that (beep) thing off Cameron. (She shoves him backward). Static 20 minutes later We open back up in the hotel room which is lit only by the flickering TV. Sharc is sitting against the headboard of one of the two beds in the room, motionless. His left hand is all bandaged up. Chelsea walks back into the room from the bathroom. CAMERON: They have maids. You didn't have to clean that up. They probably wouldn't say anything. CHELSEA: Can't you turn that off? SHARC: No. Come here. She walks to the bed and kneels on the bed beside him. CHELSEA: Rich, you scared the (beep) out of me. I didn't know you were doing a promo, and even if you were, that is so (beep) up. Don't mutilate yourself. My God, the hand is the most sensitive part of the human body. It's nothing but nerve endings! SHARC: You are so sweet, but so young. You are not like me. As great as you are, you still don't understand yet what I'm all about. I make points. I don't make threats and scream about how great I am. I don't act like a 16-year-old punk. I am willing to do ANYTHING to make a point. CHELSEA: Is this supposed to scare Dysan or Andy? SHARC: No. CHELSEA: What's the point? SHARC: When you watch the promo, you'll understand. I came up with a name for the brainbuster. Blood In the Water. It's very poetic. Very, Bible-ish. CHELSEA: You did that to name a move! Haven't you discussed Dysan yet? SHARC: I was about to when you interrupted. I wanted to wipe my blood all over my face to show Dysan what his parents looked like when they died in that plane crash, minus the burnt flesh of course. I wouldn't go that far in a non-title match. Chelsea inhales deeply and puts her hands to her face. She is crying quietly. CHELSEA: IT IS NOT WORTH IT. Sharc sits up and takes her hands away from her face. Tears are streaming down her face. SHARC: Hey, what's wrong here? Why are you crying? CHELSEA: You don't care about me, do you? All you care about is this (beep) place. Sharc wraps his arms around her and caresses her hair. She explodes into a crying fit. SHARC: I'm sorry. Static. 30 minutes later We open outside. We are on the roof of the hotel in Oklahoma where several TWW wrestlers are staying before Lightning. Sharc is standing beside a chain link fence which cages tennis courts. SHARC: So Andrew, Dysan, if you will. At last, alone, I can address you. I will, but since I've got personal problems right now, I have to wrap in two people here. Both of them named Andrew. One is Dysan, one is Extreme. Both of you are now in my sights. I'm just circling you right now Extreme. Soon, I will move in for the kill. I told management what it would take for me to get you in the ring. They said it was too violent for TV and pay-per-view. I told them they were liars. I told them at Mind Games, I would face Andy Extreme if two things came to pass. One, he must win the Extreme Title and put it on the line. So far, you have failed to live up to your name. And I had a special stipulation in mind. I wanted to shred your useless body in a no-rope, barbed wire match. They said a match like that can't be done, other than as a main event. And neither of us has the TWW Title. That belongs to Shawn Chase. A man who has gotten nothing but cheap victories week after week, and gotten worse since winning the title. Corx showed what a nothing Chase is. But, the other catch was, they wouldn't allow a TWW Title barbed wire match because we are trying to separate ourselves as an elite fed instead of a hardcore fed. You can bet your ass, my campaign for Extreme's destruction will not be stopped. I will convince this company to give me what I want, or I will unleash a plague onto this company. So Extreme, I saw your last promo. Call Chelsea a prostitute, it's all you're capable of. And you know what, you're right. You are not in my league. Because you couldn't get past the man I will destroy Friday, Andrew Dysan. SHARC: So Dysan, tell me something. How does it feel to know I am the reason you beat Andy Extreme? How does it feel to go home and lie to your wife about you earning that title? How does it feel to know you would have lost that title if not for me helping you out? That match could have gone Extreme's way. He just as easily could have jumped you from behind and taken that barbed wire to end your title reign. But he didn't. Because I've (beep) his head so much, his brain is covered in (beep). SHARC: And I've got a news flash for you Dysan. From the grave. Your parents, rotting in hell as we speak, are disgusted by your choice to become a wrestler. The real test in TWW for you begins Friday. Against me. And you will fail, just like you did in school. Just like when Mr. and Mrs. Dysan cried when their loser son was thrown out of school, they will weep in death again as I destroy you. Like I told Volunteer, that guy who hasn't shown his face since I gave him the key to his parents, size won't matter when I take your back, when I take your legs, and when I drop you for Blood in the Water. All it will take will be one second of weakness for me to move in for the kill, lift your big ass up, and spike your head and neck into the mat for the win over the "champion." Your parents will curse and cry at you from hell. Your wife will worry, Will you get up? Will you walk again? Will I still have his pay check if he can't wrestle? Where is my divorce lawye's number? (Sharc smiles.) SHARC: I beat Andy Extreme mentally. I destroyed Loki and Volunteer physically. The campaign of elimination is in full effect. I will dance on all the bodies I destroy along the way. Dysan, you are victim number four. Your size advantage doesn't matter. The fact that you are a champion only weakens you, because, like Chase, you have slipped. You're worried. All eyes are targeting you. So bring it all. Bring the DDT that ended Anarchist. Bring your $2 powerbomb. Hit them three or four times. Pray I don't kick out. I will enjoy every table you put me through. I will enjoy every punch and kick. I will scream in pleasure as you try to finish me off. And I will keep coming. Because you can't fight God. You can't fight nature. You can't fight fate. And you can't fight Sharc. Static |
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