PART 1
Clips from Lightning:
:::::"The Way I Am" begins playing." Out walks The Living Proof Shawn Chase and Arianna.
:::::"Dirty" begins playing. Sharc steps out from the back alone and walks straight to the ring.
::::: SIMON: What do you want?
SHARC: Well, I want Shawn to confess his sins.
CHASE: You what?
SHARC: I said, Shawn, I want you to confess your sins to me and the world. Because if you don't, I don't think you're going to like the way the rest of this show goes for you.
CHASE: You think you scare me?
SHARC: I'm not here to scare you Chase. I just want one thing. For you to confess your sins. Or to become another sacrifice.
:::::SHARC: You see Shawn, you lost that title a long time ago. You've gotten lazy. You flat out suck. Last Tuesday, I got rid of one of the obstacles in my path, Epitome of Evil. Tonight, I'm taking your ass out.
:::::KRIS: Syth is in and cracks Chase in the back of the head with the chair and Chase is down.
:::::AMANDA: Oh God, Syth has handcuffs. They're dragging Chase to the ropes.
::::: AMANDA: Syth winds up. Oh God, Chase is cracked with the chair! The chair just bent in half over Chase's skull!
:::::KRIS: Syth winds up again. Oh man, another brutal shot to the face. And Chase is busted wide open.
:::::SIMON: And Chase's face is covered in blood. And they hit him again! Good God, they're trying to end the man's career and may have just done it with those horrid chair shots.
:::::SHARC: Now. I hope you all understand what this means. It's very simple. There lies the broken body of a man who lied. There lies the broken body of a sinner. And there lies another victim. ::::: Me and Syth are taking over Tidal Wave Wrestling, whether you like it or not!
(Multiple chair shot replays. We fade out on a shot of a bloody Chase.)
:::::AMANDA: Sharc and Syth just hopped the rail. Syth picks up Papa Smurf and hits fusion on the floor!
KRIS: My God.
SIMON: Sharc is in the ring. Plant doesn't know it. Sharc grabs him. Oh God. Blood in the water. And Sharc slides out of the ring. Now Syth is in. He's got West's Singapore cane!
KRIS: This is payback for Mind Games.
SIMON: Syth blasts West right between the eyes. West goes down, but gets back up, and Syth cracks him again. And a third crack. The cane just split into pieces he hit him so hard. West falls backward onto Plant.
:::::HANNAH: John, this isn't easy for me to say to you. ::::::Look, I really like you, but I need to be honest with you.
JOHN: Okay.
HANNAH: I don't love you. And I never will. The only reason we have been together, is because I needed you to help get my Daddy back here.
JOHN: What?
HANNAH: John, I used you. I'm sorry. I never meant for you to fall in love with me. I just, needed your help. So, my Daddy's back. I'm honestly just no interested in you. So, we're through. ::::: I still want to be friends.
::::: John slowly walks down the hallway and leans against a wall. He slowly slides down to the floor and stares blankly straight ahead.
:::::AMANDA: Sharc is back in! From behind, he grabs Graduate. He's got him up! Blood in the water!
SIMON: Cover. 1, 2, 3! Sharc just pinned Graduate! :::::Syth goes right for Corx. Corx is blasted in the head with another sick chair shot by Syth. And he's got more handcuffs. Sharc and Syth toss him out to the floor. They're dragging him up the aisle.
AMANDA: What the hell is going on here? They've got Corx under the Tidaltron.
SIMON: They're cuffing him to the steel support beams. What the hell are they doing. Corx's arms are handcuffed. He's defenseless.
AMANDA: Corx has been crucified by Sharc and Syth. ::::: Corx has been crucified by Sharc and Syth.::::: Corx has been crucified by Sharc and Syth.
KRIS: They both have chairs now.
:::::AMANDA: Oh God! Sharc just blasted Corx again. And Syth blasts him.
SIMON: The TWW champ has been devastated by Sharc and Syth. The TWW champ has been devastated by Sharc and Syth. The TWW champ has been devastated by Sharc and Syth. The TWW champ has been devastated by Sharc and Syth. The TWW champ has been devastated by Sharc and Syth. The TWW champ has been devastated by Sharc and Syth. The TWW champ has been devastated by Sharc and Syth. The TWW champ has been devastated by Sharc and Syth. The TWW champ has been devastated by Sharc and Syth. These two men are on a mission.
KRIS: To destroy Corx! To destroy Corx! To destroy Corx! To destroy Corx! To destroy Corx! To destroy Corx! To destroy Corx! To destroy Corx!
End clips
We open in the dark. Suddenly, lights are flipped on, and we see Sharc staring at a large monitor in a small TV production studio. He is with Simon Marsh. Simon spins around in his chair to look up at Sharc.
SHARC: Very nice. I especially liked the words, The TWW champ has been devastated by Sharc and Syth and To destroy Corx. Beautiful. Just beautiful.
SIMON: Well, since Shirley and you are here, why don't we do this thing.
SHARC: Fine, let's go outside though. It smells like stale cigarettes and body odor in here. Who smokes?
SIMON: Most of the engineers.
Static
We open up on a dark blue carpeted staircase. Sharc is sitting on a landing between flights, underneath a large photo of a menacing looking Epitome of Evil doing one of his "evil" poses. Sharc is against that wall, and looks up at the photo and laughs.
SHARC: Above me hangs a blind man. A washed up nothing. A man whose career I ended. A legend. Now made a nothing. Epitome of Nothing. Because the Epitome of Evil Sharc and the Living Proof Syth, have proven that WE are the only power that means a damn thing in this company. We didn't just blabber on and on about it for months, promising to take out this guy and take out that guy, and failing miserably. We did it. We shocked the world. Twice. At least. EON was our first victim. And then as we just watched moments ago, Shawn Chase, a man who once represented this company as the best, a sinner,a liar, another nothing, was shown to be nothing. Now Shawn Chase is in a wheelchair somewhere, pissing himself, trying to remember his name.
SIMON: What were the sins you spoke about? What did Shawn Chase do?
SHARC: Chase existed. Chase was an obstacle. So we destroyed him. What Chase has done is best left unsaid because it would bring nothing but controversy to this company. That man, needless to say, had many, many, many problems. He had sinned so much, he was blind to it. But enough about the past. Why don't we talk about what the future holds.
SIMON: Before we get to that, what about the Jake West Bad Poppa Justin Plantmatch?
SHARC: As I said last time we spoke. I warned everyone not to take my name or Syth's name in vain, or there would be hell to pay. It was just convenient those two guys happened to be wrestling. Syth wanted to punk out that washed up hack Jake West for what happened at Mind Games. But then, Jake has to just keep pushing the issue. He mentioned Syth's name. And for that, he paid a heavy price. He was destroyed by his own methods. But with West, I think we're going to have to make him suffer slowly. But enough about Jake West. He is nothing to me right now. As is that 'roid monster Plant. I've said it before. If you take my name or Syth's name in vain, hell will be unleashed upon you. Both men opened their mouths, and both men paid the price. I don't care if it's Suicide, Graduate, Green Diamond, Last Resort or Martin Swift, you take our name in vain, you will feel our vengeance. Now, onto the future.
SIMON: What about John Leary and Hannah Swift.
SHARC: As I had warned John, he was betrayed. I knew Hannah was nothing but a whore. Nothing but a piece of crap. Hell, look at her father and brother. (Beep) doesn't travel far from the sewer.
SIMON: And then, you got the biggest win of your career, as you were only the second man ever to pin Graduate.
SHARC: Yeah, that was a big moment. That was a hell of a match. And we will meet again Tuesday. A tag team war. Syth and Sharc, the biggest names in this company at the moment. Against, Graduate and Corx. Now, I don't know if those two will get along, but I want everybody out there to realize just one thing. Sharc and Syth will get along. We will get along just like we've gotten along for the last two shows. And during these last two shows, we have left broken bodies behind. First EON. Then Chase. And we've started to tear Corx apart. To reveal what Corx is. Empty. He has claimed to be a god of some sort. So you know what happened to him? He got crucified. He was sacrificed. He was left a bloody, unconscious pulp at our hands. That was just the start of what we have planned for him. Because Syth and Sharc together, we deliver pain. We leave you a bloody mess in the ring. And we end careers. Because there is only one way to get on top in TWW, and that is to destroy anyone in our path.
SIMON: Where does this all stop? You can't take out everyone in this company.
SHARC: It's a funny thought, isn't it? Who do we destroy after we've destroyed everybody. You're right Simon. Maybe me and Syth should let up just a bit. Maybe we should torment everybody in this company. You see, yeah, you're right. It's kind of like how murder is a cheap way out. It's not really revenge. I mean, where is the fun of sticking a gun in somebody's mouth and pulling the trigger? All you get is splattered brains on the wall and the guy dropping a load in his shorts. You know what I find fun? Long term torture. Good call Simon.
SIMON: I.
SHARC: You'd make a great heel manager.
SIMON: But.
SHARC: I'm not finished. Okay, so, for now, EON and Shawn Chase will be the only people we "murder" for lack of a better term. Both men are dead to TWW. At our hands. So from now on, everyone in TWW listen up. TWW is now hell for you poor souls who want to keep collecting a pay check. Satan had twins, Sharc and Syth. We are going to bring nothing but torment to anybody who wants to test us. You break our laws, we'll bring nothing but suffering to your already miserable lives. You'll wish for death. You'll wish for a career-ending injury. Hell, we might drive you to quit. But that'll just show everybody what a pussy you are. You see, a long term plan of utter torment is just the ticket. Because that way, everyday when you wake up, your first thought will be, Oh God, I have to wrestle Sharc. Oh God, will Syth knock me unconscious with a chair tonight. It's very simple. Keep your mouths shut. And we'll let you wallow in your own misery. But instigate us. Piss us off. You will learn what misery really is. We'll break your body. We'll break your spirit. And then we'll break your damn will to live.
SIMON: Does that go for Corx and Graduate?
SHARC: Yes. Corx. Graduate. The two of you probably don't get along. Hell, from what I hear, every time the name Graduate is mentioned, Corx makes fun of him because Corx has always beaten Graduate. And that is why the Graduate bad mouths Corx behind his back.
SIMON: He does?
SHARC: Oh yeah. You should hear what Just Moe told me. Graduate envies Corx. He wants to be considered the best in this business. But Corx goes around bragging about being the best in the business. Just because he says it doesn't mean it's true. That's like how Simon walks around saying he's got the world's biggest penis. It's not true, but if you say it enough, people remember it and it kind of just becomes less hard to believe.
SIMON: When did.
SHARC: Shut up. So Corx, Simon doesn't have the world's largest penis, and you are not the best in the business. You are a man who is just like Chase.
SIMON: That's low.
SHARC: Yeah. All right, Corx, you are not THAT bad. After all, you beat Chase. You are the TWW Champion. But now, you're in my cross hairs. Because Tuesday, we meet. And this time, I'm not going to pin Graduate. This time, I'm coming to pin you. To show you who is the false prophet, and who is the lord.
SIMON: And do you have anything to say about Graduate?
SHARC: Well, I saw he wasn't a big fan of me choking Georgia. Well, Jay, you may not be a fan of mine, but I don't need you to approve of my methods. Because all I know is, my methods work. I've dropped the comedy because while it is amusing, champions cannot be jokes. I'm talking, TWW Champions. It's not about how many catch phrases you can rip off. It's not about one liners. It's not about any of the crap that you talk about. Yeah, your promos make me laugh. Yeah, you're a funny guy, I'm not going to lie. But you know what all that means IN the wrestling ring? Not a damn thing.
SHARC: I could go in the ring and walk up to you at the start of the match and go, Jay, your momma's like a shot gun, one cock and she blows. Or I could say, your momma's like the Pillsbury Dough Boy. Everybody gets a poke. But that would only make you want to kick my ass harder. You know what, that's how I feel every time I watch your promos. I watch them, I laugh my ass off, and say, damn, I want to go kick the hell out of him. And that is just wanted happened Tuesday. I watched you make fun of Suicide. I didn't see you make fun of me, which was REALLY smart. But you mentioned me. Which is bad enough in my eyes. You questioned me. You see, I don't like people who make fun of me. So I just dare you to try. Hell, I've made fun of myself. Did you see my "Scream" parody? I dressed up like a shark and ate Jenny in one of the most bizarre and outrageous promos of all time. You could NEVER even think of something like that. Hell, I was a funnier face than you were. And now when people look at you, they laugh, but not as hard as they used to, because I raised comedy to a level you will never be able to reach. That is because I have more talent than you out of the ring, and I have more talent than you IN the ring. I have the record to prove it. Tuesday, Sharc goes up 2-0 on you and Corx. Because you can't fight nature. You can't fight fate. You can't fight God. And you can't fight Sharc.
Static
We open up in a lounge type area on the third floor of a hotel. Sharc is sitting in a blue chair with Chelsea on his lap, her head against his chest. In the background, we see Jenny and Victoria walk out from the elevators. They walk down to Sharc.
CHELSEA: Hey guys.
JENNY: Sharc, John is not looking good.
SHARC: He's staying here?
VICTORIA: Yeah. We rode up with him in the elevator. He seemed really distant. I asked him what was wrong. I didn't even think. He just sighed loudly and stared down at the floor. He wouldn't talk to us.
SHIRLEY: What floor is he staying on?
VICTORIA: He's on 14 I think.
SHIRLEY: I'll go talk to him.
SHARC: Will you? That's great. I couldn't do a thing for him.
VICTORIA: When will you be back?
SHIRLEY: I don't know. I may be with him all night.
VICTORIA: What? What the hell is going on with us Shirley? I thought we were together. I barely see you anymore, and I see you throwing yourself at John all the time now.
SHIRLEY: I can't deal with this now.
Static
PART 2
We open up in a hotel room. John Leary is sitting on the bed, wearing black sweat pants and a black Real F'n Deal Chris Matthews T-shirt. He scratches his forehead and looks over at the camera.
SHIRLEY: Are you still cool with this?
JOHN: I guess.
SHIRLEY: Look. We have a lot of new guys here. I think it might do them some good to hear what you have to say. Just talk. Be you.
JOHN: All right. This is no promo. This is no angle. This is me, John Leary, talking to everyone who is listening. The vice president of TWW. I could think of no other way to do this, so here we go. You got your Sharc promo. But now it's time to get down to facts. Discount anything hereafter, don't hurt Sharc's chances at the match because I need to talk.
SHIRLEY: Don't worry about it.
JOHN: I don't want to ruin Sharc's chances. Sharc wanted this all out in the open, I know. And this is my only means to do it. He said if I ever needed anything, he'd be there for me. This is it. I need to use this right now. Sharc has been busting his ass.
SHIRLEY: You have been busting your ass. Talk about you. C'mon John. Just doit.
JOHN: Okay. Let's start at the beginning. In August. One day I was surfing around on the Internet. At the time, I was thinking about doing a wrestling column for some Web site, God knows why. Most wrestling sites suck. But somehow, I ended up at this site where I saw a whole bunch of ads for feds in need of help. Tons of hardcore feds. At this time, I was still leading my own fed, the XWL, which if you've followed Sharc, you probably remember a bit about. But at some point, hardcore all the time for the sake of hardcore, just gets boring. I mean, how many times can you top spot after spot. I mean, eventually it comes to a point where you have to kill a guy because it's the only thing left. I was getting bored with hardcore wrestling. Then, I saw Tidal Wave Wrestling for the first time. I applied. Swift hired me. I thought, hey, maybe I'll book one show a week, have a little fun, no big deal. Then. It's funny how things just get higher and higher and higher. Booking one show became booking two shows and doing just about all the angles. Back when we started in August, Swift told me we would one day get a solid group of about 20 wrestlers and 2 to 3 card writers. I'm still waiting for that. My God, I recently watched our first show. Do you people even understand the bullshit. Do you know how many people from that first show are still here? Any guesses? Jake West, High Class, Corx, Suicide and Snake Eyes. The rest of them? Gone. Do we have a good roster now? Hell yeah. I'd say we have one of the best locker rooms. I don't have one complaint against anybody backstage. I get along with everybody I talk to.
JOHN: But I just want you to understand what we're talking about here. Six guys have been here for the entire two plus months of TWW. That scares the hell out of me. In my time here, I have seen guys with great promise come in, show up for two shows, and quit. Have we gotten some great guys out of the, what, 50 guys who came in and wasted our time? Yes. Dysan is one. Graduate wasn't on the first show, but he is quality. Syth is another. Andy Extreme is good. GTA, Last Resort. We've recently signed a bunch of new guys. Will they be here in a month? I am seriously starting to wonder.
JOHN: You see, TWW opened a brand new world for me. As stupid as this sounds, the way I've been trying to explain it, it's like all the wrestlers here are like my family. I take great pride in them when they do a killer promo, a great interview or whatever. Even if they don't win. Winning and losing doesn't mean a damn thing. Because this is supposed to be about putting on a great show, not bitching and moaning. Guys are gonna lose, and most of the time they've understood that. Hell, we fired a main eventer a month ago for disobeying orders and thinking he was bigger than TWW. And you know what, at that time, I think that made TWW even stronger. But then, strangely enough, one month later, we're in the same situation, but for a different reason. We have a main eventer, a guy who was picked to represent this company. And how does he repay us? He steals. He makes TWW his personal toilet and pisses all over us. After putting in hours of thought into making him into the top star in this company, he pisses on it. He pisses on all my hours of work. He pisses on every angle. He pisses on every match. He pisses on me. Period. And he has the balls to question us. Well, Corey, my friend, I like you as a person, but as a wrestler, you suck. You are nothing. Back when we first started, you were truly the best in the company. Now, I don't even know if anything you've ever done is really yours. Maybe you stole all your ideas back then too. But at least back then you stole your ideas from somebody decent. So, Mr. Game. You lose. You're gone. Thanks for treating everyone who cared about you like shit.
John gets up and turns away from the camera. He puts a hand up to his face. He stands there motionless for a minute or so. Shirley puts down the camera and walks over to him.
JOHN: Please not yet. I have to get through this. And I know I'll fall apart if you.
SHIRLEY: Okay. We can stop.
JOHN: No.
Shirley goes back to the camera and John takes a seat again.
JOHN: Two other big things have happened. You see, when I was researching TWW, I've never told anybody this. I was watching over a bunch of promos. You know what made me come here? Out of all the others, why I chose TWW? (John pulls on his Matthews T-shirt). Chris Matthews. I had never met the man. And honestly, still to this day, I don't know him as well as I'd like to. But there was something very special about him. He had the aura of greatness. When I was new here, I didn't know a damn thing about anybody. Swift told me Matthews might be good for the Extreme division. Me, not knowing a damn thing, agreed. He blew away the competition. He was funny and vicious. Matthews, even now, I still think doesn't understand how good he is. But as everybody knows, Chris is having his own struggles right now. All angles aside, Chris quit. Maybe it was right, maybe it was wrong, it's not up to me to decide. I'm not going to trash him like I trashed that other guy. Because Chris is a great guy. I have more respect for him than anybody else in the locker room. I don't know why. In a few minutes, I'll get into the last thing I talked to him about. Because that is ultimately the reason I'm here today. But, Chris Matthews. I saw he had major talent. So we put him into competition for the Nations Title. Then things started to go down hill for him a bit. If not for this happening when it did, I seriously wonder where he would be right now. I think Chris Matthews would still be here kicking ass, and HE would have dethroned Chase weeks ago. Then none of this shit would have happened, and I wouldn't be here doing this right now. But it did, so here we are. But, just to finish up. I always enjoyed Chris Matthews work the most. I think him and Corx are my two favorites in TWW. Which is why I think Thursday night was one of the worst nights of my life in recent memory. I was forced to step back and realize what the hell has been going around me for the last few weeks.
JOHN: You see, Thursday is the day I found out Corey was getting fired, and the night I found out Matthews was quitting. It didn't sink in at first. It never does. It made me sick that I hadn't seen all the clues about Corey. But the Matthews thing just caught me off guard. I had but one reaction. It was one of "South Park." This is totally fucked up right here. I mean, I had a show to sort out. Two main eventers are gone just like that. Two guys who represented TWW. Two former champions. Two guys who got TWW in part, to where it is right now. Two members of the family. And now they're gone. The Corey thing really didn't hurt too much. But Chris Matthews, that caught be totally off guard. And I will tell all you people pretty much what I remember telling him. I told Chris, flat out, that I wanted him to come back here when he gets his stuff all straightened out. And I told him. (He pauses and looks down at the bed.) That if he wasn't coming back, that I seriously didn't know if I could keep doing this. Because, I honestly don't know if this is fun for me anymore. (He pauses again and looks down at the bed. He wipes away tears from his eyes.) I don't need this shit. I don't need to devote all this time and energy if everyone is going to leave. If nobody is going to give a shit about TWW. I know Chris cared more about TWW than he should have. And I totally respect his decision. You know, I hear it from everybody, but in his resignation, he mentioned me. He said I was the best card writer he had ever worked with. He said, don't ever quit TWW until we become the number one fed. He said FWO and TW and all the rest, they claim to be the best, but everyone here knows I am. (He loses it. John puts his face in his hands and is crying now. Shirley puts down the camera and goes over to him. She hugs him and he buries his face against her. After about a minute, he gets control of himself.)
JOHN: I'm sorry. It still fucking hurts. I never came here expecting to get so attached to these guys. But whether I know them or not, I care about everybody here more than they will ever understand. They are like brothers, or like children, or whatever. Chris was one of my favorites, which, is why this is so hard to get through. (He pauses.) You see, with Chris leaving, it's like a piece of me has died. It's like, I know it probably sounds stupid. But you see me here. I'm an emotional wreck right now. Chris Matthews drew me here. He is one of the reasons I worked my ass of so hard. He is one of the reasons why TWW is so fucking great. When I came here, I wanted to make TWW number one. It was my only goal. But somewhere along the way, this thing became a part of me. I love TWW. And I love every guy who has busted his ass since day one to keep TWW great, and I love every guy who has came in and been great since. The reason I'm so fucking confused right now is because I just don't know if it's fun anymore.
JOHN: I'm doing more and more shit every day. And I'm getting further and further away from the fun element of this whole thing. I'm about writing and entertaining. When Chris left, it kind of made me realize just how much I've put into this company. It made me wonder, why do I even fucking bother trying to come up with great angles and great matches and great anything if everybody I care about is gonna leave me in the end. He's a lot smarter than he gives himself credit for. I know he wants me to keep this thing going. But just like I told him I respected his decision, he understood when I told him I had serious thoughts about just saying, fuck it. When Swift said Chris was gone, it was "Fuck him." That ain't me. Chris said to me in wisdom well beyond his years, that if I had to, he, and everybody, would understand. Because only I can make the call. Nobody can make it for me. (He pauses again to wipe away more tears.) He told me I have to do what's best for me. And for that, I have nothing but respect for him. Chris, I don't need a shrink. I don't need advice. I just needed someone to tell me what I already knew. When Chris first said he was thinking of leaving, one of Swift's responses was, if you're thinking of leaving, you don't want to be here. Martin, I hate to tell you, but life ain't that fucking simple. I am TWW. I love TWW. Which is why this hurts so much right now. All the time I've invested. All the late nights. All the wrestlers who have come through here. All the bullshit. All the whining. All the fun. All the good times. All the jokes. All the shows. All the rps. Everything. It's all right here (he says pounding on his chest.) The good and bad becomes one. It's like love. It's so fucked up you can't even understand it.
JOHN: So, I just don't know. Last time we lost a main eventer, we got better. In the last week, we've lost three main eventers. And honestly, I don't know what the future of TWW is. The level of the guys we got here I think is unmatched anywhere. But I don't know if they have the heart. I don't know if they give a shit about TWW. I don't know if they're going to stick it out or say fuck it and leave like so many others. If so, I honestly don't know if I want to fucking deal with it anymore. Maybe I care too much, I don't know. Every time a guy I spend so much time with, so much time enjoying their work, to lose that, hurts worse than anything. Maybe a lot of you are too young to understand even what I'm talking about, I don't know. Being in the position I am is tough as hell to keep going. One guy often refers to me as a machine. Well, this machine is starting to break down. And you've seen it right here. I've cried in front of all you people. I am going through hell right now trying to figure out if it's worth is anymore. Do I need this shit? No. Do I love this shit. Yes. More than anything. Or, I should say, I did. With this . . . I'm shocked Lightning came out at all. I could barely get through the fucking thing. That was the hardest show I've ever had to write. And honestly, I didn't want to finish the thing, because I thought it would be the last thing I ever wrote if I did.
JOHN: So, that's it. All this, this is not part of some angle. This is me, John Leary. A confused man. I don't know what the fuck I'm doing. This is total shoot right here. These are real tears. This is real pain. I couldn't fake these words. I wish you could feel what I feel. I had to let everyone know what's going on here. This is the only way I would do it. Anyone who knows me knows why. It's good for your guys to have a little reality once in a while. To know that the guy at the other end of the screen is a real person with feelings. A guy who doesn't want to have his work shitted all over. A guy who doesn't want to be bitched at. A guy who just wants to have fun with his second family because his first sucks. I don't give a shit about anyone's petty bullshit problems. Wins and losses don't mean shit. Fuck, I guess at times, nothing means shit. Life is a waste of time. Misery follows me everywhere. I guess this place shouldn't be any different. I just never realized it until now.
JOHN: So Chris, there's your answer I guess. It took me forever to figure it out, but there you go. I don't think you or anybody can help me. So, I'm going away this week. Maybe I can figure out what the fuck I really want. Because right now, I have no fucking clue. This place has provided with me with great happiness, but now we're at the opposite end. Misery. And I just don't know if this misery will go away, or if it'll just continue. TWW is at a crucial point in its history right now. And I have a feeling whatever my decision is, will have a huge impact on the fate of this company. And I hate to have that hanging over my head. But if I decide to step down, I do it not out of hatred for anybody here. I do it for me. I do it not to prove any points. I do it because I have to. I mean, I'd gladly stay on as a consultant or whatever, but I just don't know if I can take the grind anymore. The emotional swings that go with it. And my own life. I've gotten Sharc to the top, but I will leave. It's that simple. Curse me. Call me a bitch, a piece of shit, whatever. But you all better know one thing. I busted my ass for you people. Whether you care or not, I cared. I have heard nothing but compliments, and I am grateful for every one of them. They have meant more than words can explain. (He breaks down again.) And if I leave, it will hurt me worse than anyone of you.
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PART 3
We open back at the TV studio.
SIMON: Why did you stop it there.
SHARC: The rest is not for anyone else's eyes.
CHELSEA: What did he say?
SHARC: Hannah.
CHELSEA: Oh (beep), he's been through hell on all sides.
SHARC: I know. We have to go talk to him.
Static
We open in John's hotel room. He is sitting on the floor, chin resting on his knees which are drawn to his chest.
SHARC: Well, John, you've had a day to think about things.
JOHN: A day? You expect me to know anything now?
CHELSEA: We saw what you said about Hannah?
JOHN: I don't even remember talking about her. Hell, I don't remember last night.
SHIRLEY: You don't need to remember it. You've got to purge yourself and move on.
SHARC: (He sits down with Chelsea in front of John.) Look, I know you better than anybody else. I can see you're going through hell. I think everyone should know it, whether they want to hear it or not. I want you to understand something. When I said I would be here for you, I meant it.
JOHN: I know man.
SHARC: I warned you you would be betrayed.
JOHN: I know you did.
SHARC: And that little bitch (beep) you over.
JOHN: Look, I don't.
SHARC: We have to move on. I'm not letting you give up just yet. We have onething left to do.
JOHN: You want the TWW Title.
SHARC: More than anything.
JOHN: You want to face Corx.
SHARC: I want to beat Corx. If he's got the balls to face me.
JOHN: It's not up to Corx.
SHARC: You're right. It's not up to Corx. I've beaten every other contender. I've beat Suicide. I've beat Graduate. There is nobody else left to prove I am the number one contender is there.
JOHN: What do you think Swift is going to think about what I had to say?
CHELSEA: I bet he's gonna piss all over you. I bet he's going to say (beep) you, I don't need you.
SHARC: You know why he'll say that? Because he's a punk. If he says that, he'sa punk.
JOHN: Would he say that?
SHARC: Wouldn't he? He pissed on Chris Matthews.
JOHN: He did.
SHARC: Swift's (beep) daughter pissed on you.
JOHN: She did!
SHARC: You, were pissed on by Shawn Chase.
JOHN: I was (beep)!
SHARC: Chase is gone. But you know who is left. Hannah is left. Marty boy is left. The two guys who have (beep) you over most. The two guys still here who you can make (beep) miserable. And I know how.
JOHN: By leaving?
CHELSEA: (She laughs.) We're all going on a little trip soon.
JOHN: Yeah. I know, you're leaving Wednesday.
SHARC: Come with us. Remember how you said, if you had to, we'd shock the world? It's show time.
CHELSEA: One phone call, and we take care of everything.
SHARC: One phone call.
CHELSEA: It may not make you feel any better right now. But Tuesday, and all of next week it will. As you make the people who made you suffer, you can think. You can think if you want to go back to TWW. You can think if you still want to be there when Sharc gets his hand raised as he stands over a broken body called Corpse.
SHARC: Chelsea, I don't know. I've been thinking too. If John leaves, why should I stay?
CHELSEA: If you win the TWW Title, you can go to anywhere you want. You'll be all set.
JOHN: I don't want to ruin your career.
SHARC: I won't have a career. Swift will job me out as long as I'm here and devalue me into nothing.
CHELSEA: My God. (She stands up.) You would walk away from this sport for John.
SHARC: I would walk away from TWW for John. And I would go with him wherever he goes.
JOHN: What if I go nowhere?
SHARC: (Beep). I don't know. Forget all the ifs for now. I'll make up my mind when you make up yours. My only question for you is if you want me to make that phone call or not.
JOHN: What do you have planned?
SHARC: The biggest angle anyone has ever seen.
JOHN: Angle?
SHARC: Yeah. It's all an angle. Nobody gets in any trouble. Nobody but TWW employees are involved. It's beautiful.
JOHN: How are you gonna pull it off?
SHARC: Just like I pull off all my matches. 1, 2, 3.
JOHN: And I'll (beep) them over.
SHARC: Completely.
CHELSEA: Sharc will not let you down.
SHARC: My word is the word.
JOHN: Make the call.
Sharc gets up and walks over to the hotel phone beside the bed. Shirley sits down beside John and puts an arm around him and then the camera looks in Sharc's direction.
SHARC: Syth? Hey man. It's on. John is one of us. It took him a while to come around, but it's about damn time. So, after we destroy Graduate and Corx again, we strike. We shock the world. And we (beep) over this company for (beep) over John. Yeah. No, no, no, you don't need to come with us. It'll be better if you stay here. If you stay on the road with TWW, well, it'll add a bit of confusion to the whole equation I think. They won't know where to come looking for us. And they won't know if she's right under their noses. But remember, it's all an angle. Which means it's all legal. Later. (Sharc turns around and looks at the camera. He walks over and gets down on his hands and knees and gets up close.) Swiftyboy. Are you ready for us? We're coming for you. And when we're through with you Tuesday, you're gonna wish Hannah was never born. You're gonna wish you never created TWW. You're gonna wish you never hired John or me. You're gonna wish you had an ounce of talent in your own head for this business. Ye shall seek me, and shall not find me: and where I am, thither ye cannot come. John 7:34.
JOHN: 7:34.
SHARC: 7:34.
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