Rebuke, Renounce, and Remember My Name
SCENE BEGINS
(From black, we fade into a cozy interior location that breathes of warmth and fragrances. We are inside a coffee shop in Peoria, Illinois. The time and place is irrelevant. Behind the counter, one man works by himself during the evening hours on this Thursday afternoon, spreading a pair of whipped cream caps onto a dual set of coffee cups with cardboard hand-protectors, so your fingers don't get burned. He takes both brews into either hand, turns, and sets them on the counter next to the register. He looks off camera.)
Coffee Shop Employee
Two mochas?
(Into the frame steps a familiar sight. The woman is young, perhaps in her mid to upper 20s. She is of decent shape and fair skinned, with eyes and hair the color of chesnut. She is dressed in a long black winter coat, bundled up during the cold season. She greets the man behind the counter with a smile.)
Caitlyn Daymon
Yep, that's us.
Coffee Shop Employee
You want any cinnamon on that?
Caitlyn Daymon
Yes, please. Thank you.
(With an equally warming smile, the man, perhaps a college student working this part time job, grabs the cinnamon shaker and gives both toppings of cream a satisfactory serving of spice. Setting the cinnamon aside, he punches a few keys into the register.)
Coffee Shop Employee
That'll be $5.50.
(Her two pale hands reach into her pocket and extract a ten. The young man takes it, punching the register drawer open with a glorious cha-ching, and returning four ones and two quarters with the same friendly smile.)
Coffee Shop Employee
$4.50 is your change. You two have a Merry Christmas.
Caitlyn Daymon
Thanks. You too.
(She drops the change into the tip basket nearby on the counter. Taking both cups, she turns and approaches a table near the window, the camera panning left to keep her centered, and tracking in as she moves away from the counter. It's snowing outside. The rest of the coffee shop is empty, save for the man sitting at the table she goes to. He sits with his legs, clad in denim and work boots, crossed, and a newspaper pulled up in front of him to hide his face.)
(Caitlyn Daymon, the Matriarch, approaches her partner. She sees his face behind the newspaper, and her right eyebrow perks up in curiosity.)
Caitlyn Daymon
Why so upset, hon?
(The newspaper is lowered, and we the face. It's a face many people have nearly forgotten... some of whom have never seen before. But for those who do remember, it's almost a relief... to see that he is still human, even after a year of dormancy. Rochester Vincent Daymon, Rocko to the general public, makes his face known to the viewing world once again. Even after a disasterous beating from his sworn enemy, Clapper, he is still the one people remember.)
(With the newspaper out of the way, the audience gets a shot of Rocko's upper body, which sports a green sweater. His leather jacket has been slung over the back of his chair. His hair is noticably longer, suggesting he's sporting a new look. On his face is a visible scowl.)
(He doesn't respond right away. Caitlyn, removing her own coat to reveal the black blouse and slacks underneath, inquires again.)
Caitlyn Daymon
Honey, are you okay?
(He breaks out of his trance and looks up to his wife, whose caring eyes search for answers. Then he looks back to his newspaper and shakes his head.)
Rocko Daymon
Just what some people say, you know?
Caitlyn Daymon
Who... Christian Sands?
Rocko Daymon
Nah... Michael Moore.
(A half smile crosses his face as he looks to his wife again, noting her response. He holds up the paper and points to the article he had been reading for confirmation.)
Rocko Daymon
Not a week after Saddam Hussein gets captured, and he's already moaning on about President Bush. All of this about... America making a Frankenstein's Monster, how we at one point actually SUPPORTED Hussein...
And you know, I never really supported this war... and if I new about what was going on in the 80's, maybe I would have done something--that is, if I had the power to do anything. I just get the feeling that most people today complain about George W. because they have nothing else to complain ABOUT.
Moore is convicting Bush of making a scapegoat out of Hussein... yet he fails to see that he himself is making a scapegoat out of Bush. It's like, for every problem America has, the President is at fault. You'd think people would just lighten up, right?
(He shakes his head again, looking down at the paper in fascination.)
Rocko Daymon
I get the feeling leftists like Moore complain about Bush just because they have nothing to complain about. If we had a time machine, I'm sure we could just zip back to 1980-whatever and prevent some of our mistakes...
What is there to complain about? Hussein has been captured. We have proof that this war is gradually coming to an end. Isn't that something we should ALL be happy about?
(Caitlyn shrugs.)
Caitlyn Daymon
Yeah, but leftists like Moore feel there was no reason to go to Iraq in the first place...
(Rocko rolls his eyes.)
Rocko Daymon
Last I checked, Michael Moore isn't a part of our government. He's a filmmaker. I think I'd rather trust the politicians, who have the money, intelligence, and reconnaisance to tell us exactly what the hell is going down in Iraq, as opposed to the opinions of a fatty who has nothing better to do than bug the hell out of Charlton Heston.
How can you really know from your own research? I don't doubt that the guy checks his facts, but I don't think the government is stupid enough not to do the exact same thing...
(He shakes his head, giving up.)
Rocko Daymon
Damnit, I'm rambling... there's two things I hate more than anything else, and Liberals are one of them.
Caitlyn Daymon
What's the other?
Rocko Daymon
Those damn Conservatives...
(Another half-smile. Caitlyn snickers in light of the irony. Finally, Rocko folds up his newspaper and sets it aside. He takes his cup of coffee and sniffs it. Caitlyn has already taken a few snips.)
Caitlyn Daymon
So... what do you think of this place?
Rocko Daymon
Well, it's not Bruno's, but...
(He takes a sip of his coffee.)
Rocko Daymon
Damn fine mocha.
(He takes another sip, and the two quietly drink together, looking out the window, watching the snowflakes cover the city.)
Caitlyn Daymon
It's kind of romantic, isn't it? Inspiring.
Rocko Daymon
Yeah... reminds me of what it was like as a kid here in this part of America.
(The two shift their gazes from the window to each other, across the table.)
Rocko Daymon
Williamsburg isn't too far from Peoria. I remember the winters being snowy like this, as a kid. The Pacific Northwest is great, but...
(He looks out the window again.)
Rocko Daymon
You just get a homely feeling being here in the Midwest, you know? Bah, I don't know... maybe it's just me.
Caitlyn Daymon
No, I know what you mean. I feel it too.
Rocko Daymon
Oh...
Good then. For a minute, I thought I was still attached to this place.
(He smiles, warmly, stretching back in his chair.)
Rocko Daymon
Good times... but dead times. But still, I get just a little bit nostalgiac every time I pass through Illinois.
(He looks down at his cup of coffee, not bothering to take a sip. A moment of silence follows.)
Cailtyn Daymon
I know I haven't asked much lately, but how has your mother been holding up?
Rocko Daymon
Ehh... not bad. She's got Roy and his family to keep her company. I kind of feel bad, being out on the road, when I should be back home for support, now that Dad's gone. But then, she told me to go on and follow my dream...
(He shrugs, but Caitlyn, almost understanding where Susan DeLion is coming from, nods in agreement.)
Cailtyn Daymon
It's a sense of duty... we women understand that in you.
(She takes a sip of her coffee, grinning lovingly across the table to her husband. Daymon smiles, scratches the back of his head, and continues after a second of silence.)
Rocko Daymon
If we have time, we'll stop by Williamsburg after we finish up business here. Chances are, when we leave for Europe, we'll be flying in the same plane as my opponent in GXW.
(Daymon smiles at this thought.)
Rocko Daymon
Drink up while you can, babe... we are living in an existence of jet lag. It's going to be back and forth from North America to Europe for the next month or so. Heh... it's going to be a living hell.
(In spite of the reality, the Daymon's smile. After a moment, Rocko turns himself in his seat and looks into the camera. This is the first time his eyes come in contact with the viewers in a long time. Suddenly, he doesn't seem so cozy or warming. Even so, nothing is very threatening in his look. It's that dark stare of Rocko Daymon... his captivating eyes seem to speak of power and experience.)
Rocko Daymon
The weeks tick down to Battleground Britain, and it seems as though we're all still reeling in the wake of Global Warfare. What a great time for me to be coming into Global X-Treme Wrestling? I see a lot of familiar faces, and a lot of new ones... but no matter whose eyes I see, I plan to see them all grow wide when I prove myself to the talents, the fans, and the owners of this federation.
I've been out for a while, as many know... but I'm ready to explode, better than ever.
In many ways, I regret not making my TRUE return here in GXW. As it turns out, I stepped back into the ring for the first time in a year a couple weeks ago on Ballistic, which is Major Championship's Wrestling show. Yeah, I'm two-timing... may be too much for a guy coming back into the industry like me, but no challenge is too much for me to handle, in my opinion.
Nevertheless, I feel this returning match, coming into GXW for the first time in my career, will have phenomenal impact, enough to match that of my redebut at Ballistic when I fought Karl Brown. Maybe even more...
(Pauses a beat as he takes another sip of his coffee. Caitlyn listens while she watches the snow accumulate on the street, thinking of other things.)
Rocko Daymon
But you know one thing I've noticed about Battleground Britain so far? You hear all the hype on TV, and read about it in the magazines. We hear all about the legends and champions coming from all over just to help GXW build one of the greatest Pay Per Views ever. WFW has a World Champion competing at Battleground Britain... A1E Wrestling has a World Champion... and so on and so forth...
But in all of the names and feds I've heard spoken around, one name and one federation have seem to have been all but forgotten. People seem to look over the other federation I'm involved in Major Championship Wrestling, perhaps because of its inexperience. It's a shame, because for being only a few months old, MCW is one of the best feds I've ever seen, right up to par with SCW and GXW. With time, it will be legendary...
But now, I suppose, isn't that time. MCW is unspoken of, and neither is its champion. Yes, few of you know this... but my opponent in this upcoming match, "Yours Truly" Adam Benjamin, is the World Champion of Major Championship Wrestling. So while everybody else gets all the attention coming into Battleground Britian, I'll be keeping my eyes on the only World Champion I'm familiar with, having seen him in action in MCW. I'll give props to the guy who juggles both federations at the same time... not just arriving for a one-time visit. I'll give props to the guy who has established himself in both MCW and GXW as a talented professional wrestler, instead of guys who some may see as strangers...
No disrespect to those other World Champions, or anything... but I've seen Adam Benjamin, and I haven't seen the likes of Cross or "The Phenom" Shawn Heart. I judge only what I've seen, and from what I HAVE seen, Adam Benjamin is a formidable opponent... definitely someone who will peak at Battleground Britain, in his home country, among his own fans.
(Sports the typical Rocko Daymon grin.)
Rocko Daymon
It's truly going to be his night, huh? I'd feel worried just as an American about getting a decent pop from the fans. He, on the other hand... he's going to steal the show.
I don't blame him... as long as he's on American soil, he'll be hated by all the fans, so it's an even trade off. The thing is, as much as I know it will be quite a night for him... I don't intend to let it be his entirely. I won't let him fight John Miller at Battleground Britain, in London, England, for the GXW Unified World Title. Rather, I'd secure that position for myself.
(A confident nod. Kaboom. It's that sort of gesture that seals the deal, and tells you he's serious. It's a nail in a coffin, that nod. It's something many fans associate with him.)
Rocko Daymon
I'm mixed on Adam Benjamin. He's talented, yes... he's got a great upbringing, true... he's a master technical wrestlers, alright... but what else does he have other than that? You can make a machine that can do all of that, but it doesn't come with a soul. Soul, heart, and determination is what I have. And while Benjamin would surely love to see himself fighting for that title in his home country... personally, I don't care. I have my own motives.
I've been sidelined for a year. I've had that entire year to look back on my career and think of how far I've come. Looking back... I see I've hardly made ANY great accomplishments, at least nothing that can be compared to many here in GXW. I may be a former SCW champion, but that time was hardly my shining moment. I'm back in professional wrestling to FIND that shining moment I'm speaking of. And this tournament? Yeah, that's a great opportunity for me to take...
I come back into professional wrestling, exploding with power and energy. In little time, I sweep through the competition... I meet John Miller face to face. And from there?
(Slight grin crosses his face.)
Rocko Daymon
Well, let's not jump the gun just yet...
First head on the chopping block is Adam Benjamin. Talent yes... but not enough heart compared to mine. Not so much respectability either. I've never seen the man cheat, but it wouldn't kill him to show the American people a little respect. GXW, I'm sure you've heard him go on about the American way of life... and I don't know about the rest of you, but it slightly offends me everytime we're referred to as "Ameriscums."
But hey... I'm not going to tell Adam Benjamin what he can or cannot love and hate. A man is entitled to his own passions. Mine lie in the ring, and his lie with his heritage. But the second he assumes my nationality as a factor in this match, he makes a mistake. American, British, Canadian, Mexican, Japanese, European, Asian, African, Australian... it truly doesn't matter where the HELL you're from, as long as you've got skills to back up your name...
And I've got plenty of skills... I assure you of that.
Yeah, Benjamin may be a technical mastermind... but I've spunk and street smarts under my belt. What's more, I've heart and motivation. I have a goal to succeed. I have an opportunity to take...
Cause while Adam Benjamin has set his name in the history books of professional wrestling as MCW's first World Champion, I have yet to make such a title for myself. Benjamin has his World Title... and he doesn't need another one. I, on the other hand... this is my time to become a legend. This is my time, and I'm going to make it mine.
(He pauses for a moment... unsure of how to go on. He glances down to his coffee, still a little left. He downs the rest, swallows, takes a moment to let it sink in, then turns back to the camera.)
Rocko Daymon
Good luck, Adam Benjamin... it will be quite a match when you and I go head to head, but I intend to do anything I can to win. You exploded into the scene quite recently, and earned your MCW World Title within a matter of weeks, and you earned it every step of the way. But I've been in this industry for several years, punishing my body and pushing myself to ever limit possible to get the sort of recognition you have now.
And now, GXW has presented me with a new opportunity... another chance to make it, to become a legend... my one chance...
I'll be damned if I let you stand in my way, Adam Benjamin. See you in the ring.
(With that final confident nod--that flip of the switch, the slice of the guillotine--Daymon addresses the camera for the final time. He turns back to the table. His wife, hanging on ever word, meets his gaze as he finishes. His expression changes. Business has been dealt with, for now. He smiles to his wife.)
Rocko Daymon
You ready to get out of here?
(Caitlyn looks into the camera for a moment. The look in her eye is something similar to her husbands, only something more feral and defensive lies behind the dark brown of her iris. Though she says little, her role has yet to make itself known. Without a word, she looks back to her husband.)
Caitlyn Daymon
Yeah, we better head back before the roads get any worse.
(With a smile and a nod, Rocko comes to his feet and puts on his leather coat. Caitlyn stands as well, putting on her own coat. Rocko goes to the door and holds it open as his wife exits the coffee shop. Without looking back, Rocko Daymon follows, and from there, we go to black.)
SCENE ENDS