Unforgivable

[Chad]

(HORNET is in the back of a limo. Several cuts on his forehead are still oozing blood, along with a busted lip. He keeps putting a hand to the top of his head, where a gash keeps trickling, staining his hand. His eyes are slightly out of focus.)

Let me be...

Let me...

(He grabs a bottle of water from the sidebar, takes a slow sip, then clears his throat.)

Let me be very clear.

I've been called conceited, arrogant and a conspiracy theorist because I've told you over and over again what the NFW is about, and about how Miles will go to any lengths to screw me.

But this is something totally different.

It's not about Deacon. It's not about Eddy Love. It's not about a slew of UWA has-beens that tape collectors mark out over.

It's about Craig Miles.

It's about him putting lives at risk, and using us as pawns in his own personal sideshow. At first, I thought it was all about money. But now I realize it's all about pride.

Working a deal with the devil to raid the CSWA's talent pool and force me to come over here wasn't enough. As you watched wrestler after wrestler walk out of here, you got desperate, didn't you, Craig?

No.... I'm not talking about Deacon or Love.

You talk about codes of honor. About the ULTRATITLE and its history. But you don't care about either.

You let a ****ING BOMB GO OFF ON US!

It wasn't enough to coach your commentators on how to run us down. It wasn't enough to televise a meeting where only you were allowed to speak so that you could spit in our faces. It wasn't enough to set the rules, then change them, then change them week by week and match by match.

No...you let a BOMB go off in the ring. And then you let an army full of goons come down and beat us with what was left of the cage? Just so you could play your own 'invasion?' Just so you and Prosser could rewrite history and come out on top?

You've lost your mind, Craig.

**** your divisions.

**** your "grudge matches."

**** your tournament.

And most importantly...

**** you.

(Hornet turns away from the camera and hits a button near the glass partition.)

Driver. The airport. Now.

(fadeout)

 

[jediPREZ]

I also shot Kennedy...and raped the Virgin Mary.

(FADEIN: 'Cocky' Craig Miles sitting up in a hospital bed, his ribs wrapped in medical tape. His face is bruised and a cigarette dangles from his lips...)

MILES: "This coming from the guy that tried to turn Mike Randalls into a fried omelet when he was the good guy..."

(MILES' eyes close slowly, he takes a deep breath - the cherry of his cigarette lighting ominously before a waft of smoke rises out of his mouth.)

MILES: "You know what Hornet..."

(MILES' eyes open, their glazed over...)

MILES: "You believe what you want to believe, I'm tired of playing this game with you. Apparently, no matter what will happen under the acronym EN-EFF-W, I shall always be the evil genius orchestrating it...I'm sure if I got myself killed in all this, it'd be my fault too. But hey, y'know what? I don't want anyone to tell you otherwise and hopefully anyone else that thinks like you...won't find their way back from the airport when Week 9 rolls around."

(MILES flicks his cigarette away)

MILES: "I'm ****ed already, if you haven't noticed. This league is ****ed. The Ultratitle is ****ed. It was all part of the MASTER CRAIG MILES PLAN. So really, if you don't mind...I don't need another dick tryin' to crawl up my ass at the moment. But thanks for the kind words and (MILES quotes the air) shoot interviews...I've missed them."

(BLACK)

 

[QueenOfTheRing]

Cut the grade school sh*t

Fade-in: A tired, weary, and emotion-driven Lindsay Troy sitting on a couch in her dressing room, fingers steepled against her mouth. Damage control that included calming down a raging Texan who nearly had his knee blown out certainly wasn't on her agenda for the night.

And who knows where Melton was. His things were gone, and Troy can only hope that he went back to the hotel, alone, with a decision not yet made.

Of course, nothing that went down over All-Star Week had been on her agenda. Something unfathomable happened, and whether Troy likes it or not, she's been thrown right into the thick of things.

Her patience is wearing thin, but someone has to be the voice of reason, right?

Look Hornet, I don't think you're a bad guy, really. From the little I've talked with you, there are worse people I've known in my life. At least you and I were somewhat on the same page for that tag match in week 7.

Personally, I think you can be somewhat likened to a saint for having the patience to put up with Joey Melton for all these years.

But for once, can you just get off your "Craig Miles stole my lunch money" kick for one f*cking minute.

This isn't about you. This isn't about what you think Miles has or hasn't done to you, because I'm sure he could have done a whole lot about Prosser and Riddick and Stratton while he's laid up in a hospital bed.

What happened out there is bigger than all of us. Bigger than whatever spats you and Miles have had over the years. So while you're heading out to whatever destination your plane ticket says, remember your place in the grand scheme of things for once, and pull your **** together.

And Craig... (pause) ...needless to say you and I haven't seen eye to eye on a lot of things, but I sure as hell don't want to see the Ultratitle get melted down by a guy and his crew who've got a grudge dating back to the 90s.

All this that went down is just starting to sink in, and I don't like it in the slightest.

Fade...