The Trilogy
There is no such thing as a bad cliffhanger, as a what if scenario. There is no such thing as an incomplete story, especially when so much needs to be told.
FADE IN...
[Adrian Willard is in a golf cart on the Kiawah Island Ocean Course in Charleston, South Carolina, wearing a long sleeve black shirt, golfers hat, khaki jeans. The cart begins to leave the last hole Adrian was on which seems to be the sixth.]
Every great saga always has a trilogy. It always starts with a story, that story develops, finally the climax and great ending closes it. Leaving the viewer or the reader satisfied and full. Allowing them to leave the saga closed knowing the hero has overcome all odds, the villain slayed, and the lands returned to normal.
From Lord of the Rings to Star Wars, most, if not the majority of trilogies have left us happy.
[The cart stops as Adrian steps off. Camera following him.]
And here we are, another trilogy, this one of battle, of war, of destiny.
A man, the villain, so self absorbed in his own vision and the great force, the hero, that wishes to end the reign of tyranny.
Cameron Cruise, your villain. Adrian Willard, your hero.
From Aggression Sixty where I pinned Cameron Cruise.
To the fall out of that victory, from him calling it a fluke, to him saying he is better than I.
Then, to the ring at Aggression Sixty-One, the ring where all things are settled, where champions are dethroned and power given to the rightful and deserving.
[He takes a knee and sets up his tee and ball. ]
Not to some liar.
A CHEAT.
A man with no morals.
A THIEF.
Yes, Cameron, I speak of you. Your removing of the turnbuckle, your cheating nature because when the beating was put on you by me you had no other option than to take that turnbuckle padding off to gain an advantage.
[The caddy hands him a driver. ]
It wasn't your wrestling, your skill, or any level of experience that gave you an upper hand. It was a cheap, snake move. A move that could have gave you a win, but it didn't. I over came it, and for the second week in a row Cameron, you came up short.
You didn't win the match simple as that. You didn't beat me, all you did was simply retain the belt. You barely held on. It was a draw, a push.
You're a sports fan Cameron, let me put this in focus for you. Aggression Sixty-One was the 2002 All-Star Game, it ended in a controversial tie.
[A short pause as Adrian gauges range and tees off on the ball getting a great drive and landing on the fairway.]
Damn, that's a good shot.
[Adrian nods slightly proud of himself.]
But as I have said the last three weeks, Cameron, your talents are squandered. You can't go toe to toe, you can't wrestle a match that requires athleticism.
What you are doing, Cameron, what you have been doing here in Empire Pro is easy living. Taking the easy matches, the quick harvest. Forgetting your reap what you sow.
And you planted nothing but a false image that has been proven false two weeks in a row.
[He begins to walk down the fair way to his ball, lighting a cigarette as he does so.]
You couldn't beat me at Aggression Sixty, you couldn't beat me at Aggression Sixty-One.
Now we sit coming into Aggression Sixty-Two and like the relentless Pitbull I still have a solid grip on to you. Ready to maul you once you are down.
You put on one hell of a fight at Aggression Sixty-One, you pushed as hard as you could and milked the match out till the time limit was drawn.
[Adrian takes in a long drag of the cigarette as he grows closer to where his ball landed.]
And even then, when I asked you for 110% effort, I was still standing. Still fighting you. Punch for punch.
You cheated, made me injure myself by means of an exposed turnbuckle, I even partially fractured a rib Cameron, and even after that I was able to gather the strength and will to combat you.
I didn't have to cheat or gain an unfair advantage to out-wrestle you, Cameron, I did it on my own. I did it because I can. I love the battle, I love the fight.
I will always fight you, Cameron, until I get what is rightfully mine, which should have been mine at Aggression Sixty, Aggression Sixty-One, and what will be mine this week in Charleston, South Carolina.
It doesn't matter at this point what you say, what you do, who you train with or if you decide to wake up from your dream world of fifteen years of DEDICATED wrestling.
[Adrian rolls his eyes slightly]
The point is, I can scrap with you.
And not only that, Cameron.
[He smiles wide]
I do it better, far better.
The reason as to why is simple, Cameron.
[Adrian points at the camera.]
You are washed up.
A hack.
A fraud.
The sad part about it, Cameron, is the harder you try to hide it the MORE everyone sees it.
Last week I told you that title was coming home where it belongs, around an honest waist. I would have got it done if there was no time limits. But rules are rules and should have, could have, would have don't put that title around my waist.
[He comes up on his ball as does the caddy. ]
Whooping your ass bad enough that it ends in fifteen minutes does.
Aggression Sixty-Two, Cameron, it all is going to end on that stage.
This false life of being a worthy champion, it's all going to end on that stage.
It's been envisioned.
FADEOUT