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| We open in the hotel lounge area. Chelsea is sitting in a white couch. In the background, we see people milling about, talking, pairs seated in other couches and moving about. Chelsea is not paying any attention to that though. She is staring down at the gray carpet. She is sipping from a plastic bottle of root beeer. Her hair is pulled back in a pony tail. She is wearing a black T-shirt and gray knee-length skirt. CAMERON: So, he's late. CHELSEA: Well, at least you're here so I know he didn't crash his taxi just to show Dysan how tough he is. CAM: Or pick a fight with a gang. CHELSEA: (She smiles and looks up at the camera.) Why does he do this stupid stuff? CAM: He used to do a lot worse. Well, maybe. He never cut himself, that was new. CHELSEA: How'd you guys meet? CAM: We went to college together. We took some writing classes together and hung out a lot. CHELSEA: So, why does he act like he's been abused all his life. CAM: He turned himself around in college. CHELSEA: Why? CAM: Well, two reasons. One, he became editor of the college paper. He was awesome. He wrote like five stories a paper. He was doing what he loved, writing. And through the paper, he started meeting more people. He grew up in a (beep) town. Everyone treated him like (beep). He told me once he had never been happier than in college. And near the end there, he started to go after this. He loved wrestling. His passion was writing and wrestling. And then the second reason he turned around, was another girl. CHELSEA: Oh? CAM: Yeah. CHELSEA: So was it, serious, or what? CAM: Hell yeah. He met her when she was like, engaged to somebody else. But she broke up with that guy and, well, they dated for a bit. She was really hot, but really dumb. CHELSEA: Well, like, what am I on a scale of 1 to 10, and what was she? CAM: For looks? Well, don't get pissed, but . . . I'd say you're like a 7. But that's only because. CHELSEA: I know I need to lose weight. I've lost 10 pounds since I started working out with Rich. You should come to the gym with us and get yourself in shape. CAM: I'm big boned, and damn proud of it. CHELSEA: And what was up with Andy Extreme saying Rich never works out? I could kick his ass he's such a (beep). CAM: No you couldn't. CHELSEA: I wish I could. CAM: He thought you were a prostitute. CHELSEA: Well, I guess he's experienced enough to pick 'em out. I would love to go see his wife. We should do the Andy Extreme Project. No, we'd call it the Scared Bitch Project or something like that. We could go search for the truth behind the mystery of Andy Extreme's existence. We got the camera. We should go to New Jersey, Cam. I bet THAT would piss him off. (She looks around the lounge.) I hope he gets here soon. CAM: But the other girl... CHELSEA: Yeah (she says looking back at him). CAM: She was like a 9. But Rich said she was perfect. I mean, I would have thrown it in her, but, he was all goofy about her. It was disgusting. He talked to her for hours on the phone. Then, it just ended. And that crushed him. CHELSEA: She broke up with him? CAM: Sort of. CHELSEA: What d'you mean. CAM: Well, it was over the summer, and I was all screwed up with a crappy work schedule. So, I didn't talk to him much. When I next saw him, he had grown a beard, and, basically became Sharc. He felt like she was another bullet shot at him by God or something. So he somehow ended up at an XWL show. CHELSEA: What's that? CAM: Xtreme Wrestling League. It's a New England based fed, but it has a TV deal with a cable channel most of the country doesn't have yet. This fed put ECW to shame. I mean, it was bloody, vulgar, violent and had nudity regularly. It was awesome. So they hired him, and he had a rough go for almost a year. He got on a show maybe like five times. Then, he was ready. But they didn't let him do his character at first. They started him off with a loser gimmick and had one of the top heel groups bully him to make him into a face. He hated it at first, so they gave him Bait. His hot valet, who, like that other girl. CHELSEA: What was her name Cam? CAM: Georgia. So, Bait becamelike his Georgia in XWL, but only she was acting. They weren't together. At some point, Sharc became abusive toward her, and he got over as a heel. So they made him darker. About a year after Columbine, he sat in a high school and talked about how he wished he had the balls to go into his high school and kill everyone who had tormented him. He also said he had predicted something bad like that would have happened in a high school. He only wished he had told that to a camera to prove he said it about two months before the slaughter. So, he was on his way, and then they stuck him with another chick, they named Heidi Kum, to basically redo his Bait thing. CHELSEA: Heidi Kum? Oh God. You're joking right? CAM: No. XWL was so deep, he couldn't get out of the TV Title scene. He main evented once, in a barbed wire board hanging over the ring ladder match. And then, it was over. He called me up and said he wanted me to come with him here. He's a real cool guy. I did the first wrestling move on him. I powerbombed him. He messed up the move and I almost paralyzed him. CHELSEA: Wow. Thanks for telling me all this. CAM: Here he comes. Sharc is seen looking around until he spots Chelsea waving to him. He walks over to them. He is wearing a Triple-H T-shirt, black jeans, brown hiking boots and fingerless gloves. Chelsea hugs him. SHARC: I talked to Louis like you asked. CHELSEA: What'd he say? SHARC: Well, he said TWW only has one show next week, so I'm lucky. I can take the whole week off. I guess they had a problem with a location or Fox, he wasn't clear. So, what's up? CHELSEA: I'm just glad to see you. SHARC: Okay. (He caresses her cheek with the back of his fingers.) You worry too much. So, I've got a promo to do I guess, just because I got some time to kill. CHELSEA: What are you gonna do? SHARC: So, I was walking home, staring at the road. I'm thinking, wouldn't it be cool to go out into the middle and lay down on the yellow stripe? CHELSEA: Oh God (she groans out). SHARC: See, that would be poetic. There would be a yellow stripe running down my back, yet, I would be doing the ballsiest thing you can, lay down as morons with cell phones, drunks and old farts drive around in the dark at 30 or 40 miles per hour. And I can talk about my match with Dysan while I'm doing it to show him I don't fear anything. Not him. Not becoming roadkill. Not death. Chelsea puts her left hand over her eyes and turns away from Sharc. SHARC: What's wrong? CHELSEA: I don't want you to do these insane promos anymore. I love you. SHARC: Darlin'. You've known me for, what, a week? CHELSEA: Don't you feel anything speical here? I feel like we're soulmates. SHARC: How am I supposed to make a point if I don't do this promo? CHELSEA: Your words mean more than your actions. You did one of your greatest promos in a bar! Talking about suicide. SHARC: But I showed a scar. This game is show AND tell. CHELSEA: Be like the Rock. All he does is talk and he's huge! SHARC: I am nowhere near as good as the Rock first. Second, I'm a heel. I have to do bad things. CHELSEA: Then be you. Be the real you, the good you. Be Rich. Change. Be a good guy. Don't do this dark, sadistic (beep) SHARC: I don't know how to be a face! CHELSEA: I can help you. SHARC: No way, I saw what the Graduate went through. No way. That's already been done. You ain't Carlos, and I ain't no face. Just this once, I will talk to Dysan. But this is twice. I don't know if I'll win doing a straight promo. CAM: Hey, why don't you call Dysan a bunch of sticks. SHARC: You want me to call him a faggot? Are you insane! I'll lose my job if I insult another guy like that, won't I? CAM: This IS TWW after all. CHELSEA: Am I missing something? SHARC: Sorry, inside joke. I'll explain it later. So, you won't let me lay down in a busy street. I bet you wouldn't let me fall down a flight of stairs then. CHELSEA: How many? SHARC: How big is this hotel? How many floors? CHELSEA: (Beep) no! SHARC: I need to do something extreme though. I need to show everyone that I enjoy pain. I need to risk being hurt by a car to prove that I don't fear a little powerbomb. Hell, Cam does a nastier powerbomb than Dysan ever could, ain't that right Cam? CAM: Damn skippy! SHARC: I need to throw myself down a flight of stairs or 20 flights of stairs, to show that tall bastard no tables, no DDT will break my neck. I need to show him I'm the most extreme man in this company, not him! And if you don't let me do anything, you're really hurting my chances of winning. CHELSEA: THAT'S IT. You're brilliant! SHARC: What? CHELSEA: You love pain, right? SHARC: Yeah (he says like he's saying DUH!). CHELSEA: Then I am going to hurt you. I'm not letting you do anything but talk. SHARC: No! Bu, what, da,, fa, daaahhh. CHELSEA: Let's go. Static We open in a poorly lit stairway. The walls are gray. The stairs are gray. The rail is gray. Everything is gray. Sharc is sitting on the stairs, looking down. SHARC: There is blood on these stairs. It should be my blood Chelsea! CHELSEA: (From behind the camera). Talk to Dysan. Not me, bad ass boy. SHARC: (Screams in frustration). Dysan, words cannot describe the sickness I feel built up in my chest. I want to rip your damn head off. Don't blame me when i take out all my frustration on you. Blame Chelsea. I can't get the pain out until tomorrow. Can you imagine the pain I will inflict on you, just because I couldn't inflict any on myself? (Another frustrated scream). Oh, Dysan, you are like, you are like a guy who is about to be hit by an 18-wheeler. You're just walking down the sidewalk, minding your own business. Then you hear this loud noise behind you. You turn around but it's too late, splat. That will be me. The driver of my 18-wheeler has lost control. (He sighs.) God, I am so mad! It's not personal Dysan. Instead of tons of a vehicle splattering you, it will be me. 6-foot-2, 235 pounds. CAM: Four percent body fat. SHARC: Stop that cute (beep). I AM A HEEL! CHELSEA: We're changing yoour character. Sharc screams in frustration again. SHARC: Oh Dysan, you are so dead. I'm gonna take my heel and bust your face. And if I'm lucky, I'll put you out like you put out Anarchist. Then all the fans will despise me because they love you so (beep) much. AAARRRGH. I can't wait until Friday. All of my frustration, I'll let it out on you Dysan. Prepare to feel PURE HELL. I will unleash every ounce of pain within my body, and make you feel my pain. And hopefully, you'll share your pain with me. Because I need a good beating after all this (beep). Kick my ass good Dysan. I'm gonna love it. But you won't beat me. Oh no, you'll just be giving me pleasure and strength to make you hurt worse than me. And nothing will hurt you worse than pinning you clean in the middle. A fallen, shampion. A pathetic husband. A future Andy Extreme vicitim, hahahahahahaha (he laughs maniacally). I need a (beep). CHELSEA: Hope you want it from me. SHARC: Oh do I. You've tonight, in these few minutes, have done worse to me than Dysan EVER will. I love you. Dysan, I'd tell you to get ready, but why bother. You won't be ready for this. Static |
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