Post by Deleted on Jun 23, 2016 0:09:30 GMT
FADE IN:
EXT. THE ARENA PARKING LOT – SAN FRANCISCO, CALIFORNIA – JUNE 10TH, 2016
The parking lot is nearly empty, besides JACK’S black Camaro, parked across two parking spots. He leans up against his driver-side door, puffing on a cancer stick. In the background, behind him sits the Arena, home to the future of Ready. Set. Wrestle! There is a huge banner with the words “Returning June 30th, 2016” written in big bold black letters.
A black limo pulls into the parking lot and drives straight up to JACK’S black Camaro. It parks, and the driver-side door opens as a chauffeur steps out, walks to the back door of the limo, and opens it up.
SHAWN DELISE steps out.
SHAWN DELISE
“OWYNS! Glad to see you have finally
made it, even though you are a
day late.”
“OWYNS! Glad to see you have finally
made it, even though you are a
day late.”
DELISE walks over to where JACK stands, holding his hand out. The Villain looks at the hand and doesn’t make an attempt to shake it, but instead blows a cloud of smoke in the direction of SHAWN.
JACK OWYNS
I had to make a fuckin’ stop, close
out some fuckin’ unfinished business.”
I had to make a fuckin’ stop, close
out some fuckin’ unfinished business.”
A noise comes from the trunk of JACK’S black Camaro. SHAWN looked to the trunk.
SHAWN DELISE
“Is somebody in there?”
JACK smirked, smacking the roof of his car.
JACK OWYNS
“An old fuckin’ friend, you could say.”
“An old fuckin’ friend, you could say.”
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EXT. ABANDON HOUSE—UNKNOWN LOCATION—JUNE 8, 2016
Screams and cries escaped from the walls of the abandoned house.
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INT. ABANDON HOUSE—UNKNOWN LOCATION—MOMENTS LATER
JACK OWYNS slams ODDBALL’s bloody face into the floor, where a pool of blood has formed.
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EXT. THE ARENA PARKING LOT—SAN FRANCISCO, CALIFORNIA—JUNE 10, 2016
JACK OWYNS
“An old friend that fuckin’ double
crossed me.”
“An old friend that fuckin’ double
crossed me.”
SHAWN couldn’t take his focus off the trunk of the car.
SHAWN DELISE
“Are you going to fucking kill him?”
“Are you going to fucking kill him?”
JACK OWYNS
“Unsure at this point. That fucker
deserves to die.”
“Unsure at this point. That fucker
deserves to die.”
A muffled voice comes from the trunk, but the words cannot be made out.
SHAWN DELISE
“Right. Well, I’m not a man to pry
or anything, so shall we get to
fucking business?”
“Right. Well, I’m not a man to pry
or anything, so shall we get to
fucking business?”
JACK OWYNS
“So, what, you want to fuckin’ sign
me. Get me into the ring?”
“So, what, you want to fuckin’ sign
me. Get me into the ring?”
SHAWN nodded his head.
SHAWN DELISE
“Not exactly, Owyns. See I want to
sign you but not for the ring I
want you on the staff; better yet,
I want you to be the RSW new
commissioner.”
“Not exactly, Owyns. See I want to
sign you but not for the ring I
want you on the staff; better yet,
I want you to be the RSW new
commissioner.”
JACK OWYNS
“Me as a fuckin’ commissioner, HA!”
SHAWN DELISE
“No jokes, man. I’m being serious.
You are the type of person that
suits the vision I have for RSW.
Nobody wants the same old thing.
It’s been done to death. Everyplace
you see, it’s the same old shit,
but with you Jack, you bring
something different to the table.”
“No jokes, man. I’m being serious.
You are the type of person that
suits the vision I have for RSW.
Nobody wants the same old thing.
It’s been done to death. Everyplace
you see, it’s the same old shit,
but with you Jack, you bring
something different to the table.”
SHAWN points and waves his finger towards JACK.
SHAWN DELISE (CONT’D)
“Uncertainty, violence and entertainment.
The recipe for fucking a best seller.”
“Uncertainty, violence and entertainment.
The recipe for fucking a best seller.”
JACK finishes his cigarette and flicks it away.
SHAWN DELISE
"So, what do you think?”
"So, what do you think?”
JACK OWYNS
“What do I think? Tell me, kid,
what the fuck is in it for me,
you know.”
“What do I think? Tell me, kid,
what the fuck is in it for me,
you know.”
SHAWN smirks.
SHAWN DELISE
“Whatever you want, man. Money
is no issue.”
“Whatever you want, man. Money
is no issue.”
JACK pushes himself away from the driver-side door with his elbows and walks to the back of his car.
JACK OWYNS
“I want fuckin’ money, but most of
fuckin’ all, I want Mondae Chaos,
Arianny Blake, and Dallas Blake.”
“I want fuckin’ money, but most of
fuckin’ all, I want Mondae Chaos,
Arianny Blake, and Dallas Blake.”
SHAWN DELISE
“Who?”
JACK OWYNS
“I want you to sign them.”
SHAWN DELISE
“Why?”
“Who?”
JACK OWYNS
“I want you to sign them.”
SHAWN DELISE
“Why?”
JACK OWYNS
“Because I want my fuckin’ revenge,
and I want to fuckin’ torture them,
humiliate them, and break them
fuckin’ down and erase them from
this fuckin’ shit society.”
SHAWN smirked at his request as he watched JACK, who was now standing behind his black Camaro. JACK popped the trunk.
SHAWN DELISE
“Sounds like a good fucking time, and
good for ratings. Commissioner with
a vengeance. I love the sound of
that. Consider it a deal.”
“Sounds like a good fucking time, and
good for ratings. Commissioner with
a vengeance. I love the sound of
that. Consider it a deal.”
SHAWN talked as he walked over and looked into the trunk. SHAWN threw up his lunch on the asphalt of the parking lot.
A man – ODDBALL – could barely be identified as his face was a mushy mess. Jaw broken, teeth missing, nose broken, both eye swollen shut and overall face just extremely swollen.
JACK slammed the trunk shut as ODDBALL tried to sit up.
JACK OWYNS
“In case you need a fuckin’ reminder.”
“In case you need a fuckin’ reminder.”
JACK walked back to the driver's side.
JACK OWYNS
“Don’t ever fuck me over.”
“Don’t ever fuck me over.”
SHAWN wiped his mouth as he watched JACK open the car door and get in.
JACK OWYNS
“Head to fuckin’ Chattanooga. You’ll
find three soon to be dead fuckin’
cunts.”
“Head to fuckin’ Chattanooga. You’ll
find three soon to be dead fuckin’
cunts.”
JACK slammed the car door shut.
FADE TO BLACK.
