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| We open with a shot of a scarecrow. The scarecrow is sitting in front of a house in Virginia as part of an elaborate Halloween display. Sharc is sitting on hay before the scarecrow, staring up at the crucified pieces of straw dressed like a farmer and with a straw hat on its head. It is twilight. Sharc sits their motionless for a solid minutes before turning around to the camera. SHARC: In this life, people are sacrificed for a greater good. About 2,000 years ago, a man known to many in the world as Jesus Christ had his hands and feet nailed to a cross, and was crucified. He did not want to be crucified and die, but he was nonetheless. Crying and pleading for help, he stayed up on that cross until he died. 2,000 years later, another sacrifice happened. To be specific, on Shockwave. 2,000 years ago a man who thought he was the epitome of good was sacrificed. Today, a man who thought he was the Epitome of Evil was sacrificed. You see, when I said before the show I planned on shocking the world, I meant it. And what did I do? I beat the hell into him. The hell that I feel every day of my life. I am hell. I am unstoppable when I want to be. And Tuesday, I was unstoppable yet again. Epitome of Evil, a man considered by many to be one of the best in wrestling today, was punked out by me single handedly. Pinned cleanly in the middle of the ring after a brutally one-sided contest. Sharc turns around and looks up at the scarecrow one more time. He stands up and mimics the scarecrow. He turns around. SHARC: That man who I destroyed, the only thing he was an epitome of, was losing. He was an example. The epitome of defeat. The epitome of destruction. The epitome of nothing. The epitome of a victim. You see, what you people better understand right now is that I am in league with Satan. I, am the Epitome of Evil. I have been waiting and waiting for the time to be right. During my time in TWW, I have proven that I can destroy anybody, regardless of their size. Epitome of Nothing, a man who everyone feared, has been destroyed. He felt blood in the water, and even he could not kick out. You know how he got destroyed? By his own so-called evil methods. It's called being smart though. Yeah, I jumped him from behind. Yeah, I hit him with a chair multiple times. I kicked the hell out of him on the floor. I leg sweeped him into the guardrail. And then I finished a job Suicide started. I was thinking, what is the most vulnerable part of EON right now? So I watched over the tape of him getting sprayed by that midget Suicide. A man who EON once destroyed in record time if I'm not mistaken. EON got a dose of his own medicine. Fire in the face. You like hell so much Mr. 666? Well I just gave you a preview my friend. I hope you've got a good pair of dark sunglasses picked out. I hope you can find a dog that will lead you without turning around and shredding your artery. SHIRLEY (who is the camerawoman): He has Eve for a dog. Don't worry. SHARC: Oh, that's right. I forgot. My mistake. You can just have that bitch leadyour big blind ass around. So, I hope you remember one thing EON. If you play with fire, I know it's a cliché, but one day you are going to get burned. You came out week after week and praised Satan. Shunning the one and only God. You may say you are not about Satan and devil worshipping, but how can a man who walks around talking about evil and 666 and not upset the very vengeful God? Simple answer EON. Oh wait. I was going to tell you to watch the tape. But, you're blind so you can't. My mistake. Well, maybe you can listen to the commentators shock as that fireball went right into your face. You see, when you play with things you don't understand, and the things you are playing with don't like it, you become a victim. That is the easiest explanation for you. As I promised, good overcame evil in that match. I defeated you at your, own game. Even though your game was rather tame compared to mine. So Epitome of Nothing. I hope you enjoyed your time here. Playing around in the title scene and failing. Because those are going to be the only good memories for the rest of your life. You won't get to see your wife's face ever again. You won't get to see your children's faces if you have any. You will see nothing. Which is why you are the Epitome of Nothing. At my hands. And at God's hands. Now you know what everyone I've faced has known. That I am the true force in TWW. Everyone who has been in the ring with me has tasted defeat or pain unlike what they have ever felt before in their life. You are just another dead body along the way. The path has become clearer. And now there are two more victims in my sight. Static We open with a shot of a green pool table with all the balls set up. A cue ball comes along and cracks the balls all over the table. The camera pans up to reveal Chelsea has just shot. No balls end up in any holes. CHELSEA: Damn it. I hate this game. The whole group is there. Cam is off in the corner talking to Sharc at a table. We move over there. CAM: So, I'm thinking of going home. SHARC: Hmm. Well man, I'm not going to force you to stay out here. I just thought this might be what you'd want. But if you need to be back there, you know I'll let you go. SHIRLEY: Hey, what's going on? SHARC: Cam is leaving us. SHIRLEY: Not him too. CAM: Why, who else is leaving? SHARC: Our jobbers are going. CAM: What? Tooth-Pac and MJ2? SHARC: Yeah. MJ2 said he got some email from a guy who offered him a spot flat out, no questions asked. He wants to be on TV, not just part of this group here. He wants to wrestle. So he's going to have some new gimmick and they're gonna be a tag team. SHIRLEY: What's the gimmick? SHARC: I think it was Mr. Wrestling 6 and Mr. Wrestling 9, and they're going to have some type of weird S&M gimmick. Who knows. But they're gone after Lightning. CAM: I'm really sorry. It's just really tough, all this traveling. SHARC: Hey, it's fine. So when are you heading home? CAM: Tomorrow morning. SHIRLEY: It's been really fun with you here Cam. I'll miss you. (She kisses him on the cheek.) CAM: You're better at that than I am. SHARC: You'll always be my favorite cameraman dude. CAM: No I won't. (He gets up and heads toward the door, his head hanging low. He takes one last look back at the group and heads out the bar.) SHIRLEY: So why is he really leaving? SHARC: Jenny. SHIRLEY: Jenny? SHARC: Long story. Basically, he's in love with her, but you know how she is. She's got a porno movie coming up in a few days she's going to be shooting in D.C. SHIRLEY: Does Jenny know he loves her. SHARC: No. SHIRLEY: I should tell her. SHARC: No. Just let him go. SHIRLEY: Why? (The camera turns toward the pool table, where Jenny is being helped by Victoria to line up a shot.) SHARC: Isn't is obvious? Look at Jenny. Then look at Cam. SHIRLEY: (The camera turns back to Sharc.) That's not nice to say. SHARC: I know it's not. But it's true. (He looks over Shirley and the camera.) Oh brother, what is this? The camera turns around to show Simon Marsh and a cameraman have just entered the bar. SHARC: Don't they yet understand. SIMON: Sharc! Good to see you. Long time no talk. Simon and his man walk over to the table and look down at Sharc and Shirley. SHIRLEY: What do you want Fatty McGee? SHARC: Fatty McGee, you're the fattest! Shirley makes wheezing noises. SIMON: Am I interrupting? SHARC: Hey, let me ask you something. Did you enjoy all those times Epitome of Nothing bothered you and made you look like a moron? SIMON: Er, not particularly. SHARC: Then I think you owe me thanks. SIMON: For what? Trying to blind the man! This is all in fun you know. SHARC: Wrestling, all in fun? Maybe for a simpleton like you. So, what, do you want to interview me? SIMON: Yes. Your promos are good and all, but I have some questions that need to be answered. SHARC: Fine. Shirley, go over and film the pool game. Winner gets to bang melater. SHIRLEY: You're bad. And Tooth-Pac is winning. SHARC: He, what? All right I waive that rule! Shirley laughs and that camera heads toward the pool table. We then cut to the TWW camera as the man takes a seat where Shirley was sitting. Simon pulls up a chair and sits down. SHARC: What's on your mind? SIMON: Well, first off, what is with the attitude change all of a sudden? Why did you attack EOE like you did? SHARC: Well, Simon, the reality is, this IS my attitude. If you look over all the broken bodies I've left behind me, you would notice a pattern. Let's take a look back. Tuesday, it was EON who was broken and pinned by Sharc. SIMON: With. SHARC: Don't interrupt. Mind Games, in the brutal pathway to hell match, I got MY hand raised and Andy Extreme got beaten unconscious at my hands. Before that, me and Andy destroyed the Brooklyn Beatdown. Before that, I think, was the show I sent Andy Extreme through burning tables wrapped in barbed wire. Before that, I got my ass punked out. That was when things started to change a bit for me. I realized that there is only one way to go in the ring. And that is to turn the violence up to maximum and never relent. To spill blood. To break bones. To injure and maim. But most importantly, to get the win. I mean, my promos for the last few weeks have mostly been comedy. It's been all about getting myself over as a personality. But in the ring, is where I'm at home. It is where I perform acts that all the other posers in the back can only talk about. Guys like Suicide and Graduate. They talk great games about nothing like I've been doing. But for this match, you know what I'm doing? I'm going to talk a serious game because I am dead set on one thing. That is breaking Corx's ass and getting the title I deserve. And in this big match I've got upcoming against two of the best in the business, Suicide and Graduate, well, I need a dead serious attitude. This is where I break through the glass ceiling, or where my ladder is knocked over and I crash back down to earth. I don't want to take that fall. I am willing to go to new extremes in this match, to do whatever I need to, to ensure that the name announced as the winner is Sharc. SIMON: So, you are more focused now more than at any point in your career. SHARC: That's right. These two men have done it all. I respect what they've done. But I know I can do what they do better. You see, we have different styles, the three of us. Suicide likes to fly around the ring and cheat his ass off when he can get away with it. He also likes his figure-four leglock. But this is how it is going to go between me and Suicide. He may run all over that ring, hit me with dropkicks, huraconranas, moonsaults, and whatever else he has in his bag of tricks, but sooner, than later, that bag of tricks is going to be empty. He'll be spent. He'll be tired. After all the hell my body is endured during my feud with Andy Extreme, there is nothing that little man can do to me in a wrestling ring that will hurt. I am so desensitized to simple wrestling moves right now, it's funny. Meanwhile, Suicide is hurting after five minutes of wrestling. He gets hurt from every suplex. He gets hurt from every slam. Every clothesline. These actually hurt him and wind him. Not me. Every suplex wakes me up and makes me smile. Every slam, just another wake up call. You see, I let my opponents throw me around a little bit because it gets my juices flowing and makes me more violent. And Suicide, I love to feel pain. My body IS pain. SIMON: Suicide is a man who has fought for the TWW Title. SHARC: So? He failed every time he had the opportunity for greatness. You see why Suicide failed is because he is a bigger legend in his own mind than reality will allow. I am not a legend. I don't pretend to be. All I am, is a man who wants nothing more than to be at the top of this company, not for my ego, but just to prove that I am the best. When I grew up, I saw guys like Hogan and Flair leading this sport. They had the fans in the palms of their hands no matter what side of the fence they were on. That's what I want. I want to be the man. I want to be champion. Not because I THINK I deserve it, but because I actually DO deserve it. Suicide needed a politician to book him to the top. He needs to hide behind America's Most Wanted. Right now, I'm a man standing alone. SIMON: Are you? What about Syth? SHARC: What about Syth? Oh, do you think the two of us are working together or something? SIMON: That's what I want to know? SHARC: Well, even if we are working together, well, I don't need to hide behind Syth. And Syth doesn't need my help. You see, Sharc and Syth are two names in this company that are always excluded and frowned down upon. Right now, he has the Nations Title. That was no fluke. Syth is very talented. Would I work with him? Absolutely. Hell, the two of us could team up and face High Class and beat them for the tag titles if we wanted. That just shows how weak this company is when a team like High Class has the tag titles. Put either one of them into this spot, they'd be nothing more than James Edwards. Tons of talent, but no results. SIMON: Are you and Syth aligned? SHARC: Tune in Friday. Maybe your answers will be questioned. SIMON: My, what? SHARC: John Leary wanted me to do destroy Syth. Because John does not like Syth. Well, I like John Leary. And I've come to respect Syth. He is a worthy champion. I am doing what is best for Sharc though. Maybe it is time that this company saw what true power is. That true power is not having someone hand you opportunities on a silver platter. That you have to earn them. I am now at a great spot in TWW. I'm in the almost main event level now. And you know how I know I am an important person in this company now? Because people are trying to get a rub by taking his name in vain. But I don't respond to cheap insults from inferior wrestlers. So very simple, if anyone takes my name or Syth's name in vain, we will unleash hell upon you. Hell, we'll destroy you if you look at us the wrong way. SIMON: So, you are working together? A man runs over to the table. He is wearing a TWW shirt. TWW MAN: Hey Sharc. Here are those tickets like you wanted. SHARC: Well, it's about time. SIMON: (He grabs the tickets.) What the hell is this? You're wrestling on the show, why do you need tickets to be in the crowd? Who are these tickets for? SHARC: Well, it gets boring backstage. I miss the fun of being out in the crowd.So, (he looks at the TWW Man.) you may leave now. You don't get no tip. It's called doing your job. (The man leaves.) TWW likes to leave front row seats open for important people. I just happen to fall into that category for the show. I'm going to have a special little section. Syth, I've got a ticket for you buddy. You want it? You know how to get in contact with me. So, if Syth shows up, it will be me, Syth, Shirley, Victoria and Jenny just having a good old time at the show. And maybe, just maybe, we'll have some extra fun. SIMON: What are you planning? SHARC: What do you mean? Planning? SIMON: Why do you need front row seats? SHARC: (He smiles.) Do you question the Lord's methods? SIMON: Fine. Keep your secrets. Now, you have to also discuss the Graduate. SHARC: Do I? I suppose so. Well, Graduate, what can I say about you? You've been a Nations Champion. You sacrificed your title just so you could help that punk Shawn Chase hang onto that title for a couple more days. You now must realize how dumb that was and you must be kicking yourself. You bet all your gold on Chase, and now, you're bankrupt. You've got no title. Your best friend has no title. And worst of all, now you have to face me. You have to face a man who no longer is interested in doing the types of promos you have been doing for the longest time, laughing yourself to the top of the company. You don't have the killer instinct that I do. You may be good, but you are not the best. You see, you can put out another funny promo. You can make everybody laugh. You can amuse me, Simon, and every fan of TWW with your latest antics. But just realize one thing as you're doing that. You are making me angry. And when we meet, I will unleash all the anger on you. So I hope you make your funniest promo ever. Because as I'm laughing, I'm going to be picturing smashing your face with my fists. Kicking you so hard your ribs break and puncture your lungs. I'm going to be picturing picking your funny ass up, dropping you down on your neck with blood in the water and pinning your funny ass 1, 2, 3. SHARC: Because in that ring, the joking ends. We separate the serious contenders from the jokes. Your hot streak, your great record, it means nothing to me. It just gives me more motivation to plan harder, to train harder, and study film harder. To find all your weaknesses. And you have plenty of them. SHARC: Let's review a little history. The past may hold a key to your fate. A couple of weeks ago, you had a match with Syth. You were about to be defeated by the man, but Dysan came in and ruined the match. If not for Dysan saving your ass, Syth would have beat you. Syth, the man who now holds your title. Syth, a man I once defeated in the middle of the ring. You know, this actually reminds me of another thing. Epitome of Nothing pinned Suicide in the middle of the ring. So do you know what this all means? I have defeated EON, a man who defeated Suicide, and Syth, a man who WOULD have defeated Graduate. It all goes back to barnyard terminology, something you will understand Mr. Gavin. Smart guy. Even you can't deny this one. If chicken A pecks chicken B and chicken B pecks chicken C, then chicken C automatically is inferior to chicken A. SIMON: Huh? SHARC: I'm being intellectual to counter Jay Gavin's scary genius level. You see, in this theory, I am chicken A. I am already superior to Suicide and Graduate just be virtue of defeating men who defeated them. There is almost no point of me going into this match because now it should be obvious to everyone who is the favorite in this match. Graduate has already defeated Suicide on several occasions, hell, Suicide is just about as proficient in the ring as that guy he always blabbers on and on about, what's his name, Scorpio? Suicide, Tooth-Pac and Masked Jobber 2 are leaving, I guess that leaves a spot open for you in my group. You can be Masked Jobber 3 if you like. I've got no problem with that. Hell, you're about the same size as him. And Graduate. You will provide me some more competition, but not enough. I have my eyes set on one thing now. TWW gold. Neither of you have it, so I have to plow through you two to get up top. To get to a man who claims to be a god. A man who claims to be the best in the business. A man who fears me because he knows I am the true power. That I am the only Lord of this federation. So New God. False God. Nothing. Know one thing. When I get finished with these two obstacles, I'm coming for your lying, pathetic ass. I'm going to show the world who is the Lord. I'll prove it to Suicide and Graduate first. I'm not even going to shoot at you yet because I want to make sure I concentrate everything on Graduate and Suicide. Graduate, Suicide, the both of you are in for a new lesson Friday. Graduate, Suicide, you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon you. I will have no mercy. I will not stop if you bleed and cry out in pain. I will not stop until I pin one of you and prove to the world that you can't fight nature. You can't fight fate. You can't fight God. And neither of you can fight Sharc. Fade out. |
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