Scene: One
Date: Wednesday, September 20
Time: 2:42 PM
Location: Thomas' backyard
Fade in.
"Ow! Pinche vieja!" The screams of Jay Dumas boomed across the elaborate backward of the Thomas' home. Jay was bent over with his ass protruding from the back of his pants. There were several lines of blood dribbling down his cheeks as he groaned in pain. Ten feet behind him stood Seth holding a rifle. Next to Seth stood Orphan. He looked to be in a considerable amount of pain as he held an ice pack to his buttocks.
"That's number five. Two more and you're in the lead." Jay bit onto his knuckles as Seth took aim. He pulled the trigger once more and profanities fled from Jay's mouth. At this point the four female members of Wicked Intentions, along with Nolan, emerged from the sliding glass door leading into the kitchen. They stopped on the edge of the patio and observed what was going on. "Alright, this is for the lead…" Jay closed his eyes and tucked his head towards his chest. With his brother-in-law not looking, Seth crept forward a couple of steps then fired. More high-pitched screams filled the air and Kendra quickly covered Nolan's ears.
"What the hell are you doing?" All three men jumped and turned towards the sound of Jalie's voice, not aware they were being watched. "We're debating." Seth answered with a beaming smile. Looking among each other, the girls rolled their eyes. "Over what?" Cyprus spoke up as she stepped up beside Jalie. "Who gets the last Corona in the fridge." Orphan shouted while being careful not to move his ice pack around too much. "Couldn't somebody go to the store and get more?" Kendra tried to reason. "Conventional reasoning doesn't work with men." Brandi piped up.
"Alright Jay, you want to stop there or do you think you can handle another one?" Seth asked while raising the rifle again. I" don't think you can handle more then seven." Jay challenged as he pulled up his pants. Taking an ice pack from a nearby cooler he placed it against his ass just as Orphan was doing. "Babe, you don't even…" Jalie stopped short of what she was saying when Seth pushed his index finger against his lips.
"Alright, Sethy-boy, your turn." Orphan held out his hand to accept the rifle from Seth, but it wasn't offered. Instead Seth pulled a bottle of Molson Canadian from underneath the ice packs in the cooler.
"Sorry guys, don't drink Corona." Seth said with a grin. Both Orphan and Jay looked to each other. "This was your fucking idea!" Orphan bellowed. Seth tapped the top of the bottle to his head and made off towards the house. He handed Jalie the rifle and she took it without question. "There's plenty left." He commented as he made his way into the house. Jalie grinned from ear to ear as she made eye contact with Orphan and Jay. "Oh shit!" Jay exclaimed as both men realized what was happening. They broke into a hobbled run in the opposite direction as Jalie took aim.
Fade Out.
Scene: Two
Date: Saturday, September 23
Time: 11:23 PM
Location: Eugene, Oregon
Fade in.
The rain beat down on the empty road just outside a small convenience store . A Cadillac escalade was the only vehicle parked in sight. The camera moved closer to the front door and was momentarily staring at the sign on the front door advertising a deal on Marlboro cigarettes until Seth came bursting through holding two plain white styrofoam cups. "Fucking Jihad on you, too!" Seth kicked the door shut behind him, although it didn't need it. He continued mumbling something about free creamer until he reached the driver side door. Setting one of the cups on the hood, he opened the door. "Remind me why we put up with you guys all the time?" He was referring to the cameraman climbing into the passenger seat. Seth handed him one of the cups then got in.
After a little bit of fidgeting the Escalade fired up and pulled away from the shabby-looking store. The windshield wipers swayed frantically from side to side, batting away the heavy rain fall. "You think they'd be able to predict the weather a little better." The camera panned left and rested on Seth. "When I left yesterday it said sunshine for days on end all the way up. As soon as I crossed into Oregon it's been pissing on me, well, us ever since." Seth reached down and grabbed his cup of coffee. After blowing on the coffee long enough he was finally able to take a sip. Resting the cup on his thigh, he continued to drive on with one hand.
"It's not very often you get moments like this. Sure, you film us going on about our business but when you're on a two day road trip there's a lot of time for self reflection. You can usually find out things you wouldn't in other situations, sometimes about yourself." He took another sip of his coffee. "I did a lot of driving when I first started out. Aside from the fact of not being able to afford the luxury of flying everywhere, I enjoyed it because it gave the chance for everything to sink in. A lot happened to me in my first year of professional wrestling. I won my first match along with my first championship in the same night. That makes a hell of a first impression."
"Despite what many like to admit, it's not easy being in the spotlight all the time. With a lot of success comes a lot of pressure, especially when you're just starting out. Whether it be from your success inside the ring to the affairs outside of it, there's always somebody looking to get the 'inside story'. There was a lot that the media liked to stick their nose into. More than I would've liked. I guess after having cameras shoved in your face for so long you kind of get used to it. We're in the age of reality television. People who haven't been seen for ten years suddenly pop out of the woodwork with their own reality show because they think for some reason people are interested in watching the hired help raise their children while they act like spoiled bitches. Most people abuse the media. Very few use it to send a positive message anymore. Everybody gets so caught up in their own shit that they feel if they can't find their forty dollar lip gloss that it's the end of the world." Seth shook his head. "I told you it's not very often you get moments like this…"
With a smirk Seth raised the cup to his mouth once again. He tilted his head slightly while staring out the windshield. "I've gone from briefly discussing my rookie year to clear-heeled reality show stars. It can be interesting what sorts of things bother me that I don't even realize. Perhaps that's why I'm such an asshole. I never used to be like this. Jalie and I went through some pretty rough times shortly after we met. I know that ignorant bastard brought up some personal shit a little over a week ago trying to get a rise out of me. It's not so much what happened that bothered me, it was the fact that somebody who wasn't there, didn't see things first hand, thinks he knows enough to go around talking about it on television. Once one person yaps about distilled facts and rumours then everybody is going to take a bit of the story and twist it around. Even the supermarket tabloids get involved from time to time because we all know how they love to spread the truth. There was once a tabloid that published an article where they swore up and down that it was I who left Jalie and began an illustrious relationship with our former co-worker Shawn Walsh. I guess if you tell a lie big enough and long enough then people will begin to believe it."
Without warning Seth slammed on the brakes. The camera fell between the feet of the cameraman and amongst the fumbling to pick it up the horn was blaring in the background. By the time the view returned to normal Seth was half-heartedly cursing, knowing that the person who just cut him off couldn't hear him but it made him feel better none the less. "The courtesy of mankind is something to admire…" Seth grabbed a few napkins from the dashboard and wiped what he could of the coffee off his leg. Not amused in the slightest, he tossed the napkins behind his seat and focused on driving. "You mind putting that thing down for a while…?" Seth requested.
Fade out.
Scene: Three
Date: Sunday, September 24
Time: 8:47 PM
Location: Seattle, Washington (in vehicle)
Fade in.
Haemorrhage by Fuel was playing on the radio as Seth slowly moved his head back in forth in tune with the music. He mumbled along with the song, not knowing most of the words to it until the chorus kicked in. "Don't fall away… And leave me to myself… Don't fall away… And leave love bleeding in my hands, in my hands again… Leave love bleeding in my hands, in my hands…. Love lies bleeding…" He reached over and turned the radio off then gave the camera a bit of a smirk. "I'm sure that's something everybody would've wanted to hear." Checking his rear view mirror he slowly drifted over to the next lane on the freeway. "Then again I suppose if they weren't interested in it then they wouldn't be watching me."
For the next few minutes Seth kept looking out the side window every so often. It was hard to tell if he was just interested in the cars passing by or if he was trying to find something to say. "I'm sure you didn't just come along to hear me rant and ramble on about nothing for two days. I know you guys are interested and all about getting me and my brother on camera but I already told you that wasn't going to happen. It's going to be hard enough to get him to talk to me without you guys breathing down our necks. So that leaves me with the assumption that the only reason people are viewing at this point is to hear me talk about my upcoming match." Seth stroked his chin for a moment while looking back and forth between the two windows. With a deep breath he stopped stroking his chin and placed his hand on the wheel."
"I have a lot of shit on my mind lately and to be honest, Simon hasn't been my top priority. I've accepted the fact that a lot of people are going to see more with my life than I normally would like them to but that's what happens when you live your life in front of a camera. All this shit with my brother and my family should've been left behind closed doors but it's out in the open now and there's not much I can do about it. By now it's common knowledge that I was blamed for the death of my parents. The rest of my family knew there were a lot of things going on at that point and were very suspicious of me when I was the only one who escaped that night. Even when I lived with my brother for the next six years I knew deep down that he didn't believe me. And what choice did I have in the matter? There was nobody else around that could say otherwise. Well, until I met Denise that is. I know it seems far fetched that she was fooling around with my stepfather then somehow wound up on the other side of the country ten years later and met my brother. I remember everything about that night as though it happened yesterday and I don't think I could have mistaken her for somebody else. What's the big deal you might say? Why not just keep it to myself and allow my brother to be happy with his future wife? If he's still happy to be with her and all after this I honestly couldn't care. For ten years I've lived with this guilt. For ten years I've hand my own family resent me for something they believed I did. I'm doing this for me. This is my chance to prove that everything I said was true and finally relieve myself of this burden. Perhaps this is why I'm such an asshole, because everywhere I turn this is in the back of my mind. We'll see how things go when this is over with." There was a few moments of silence. Seth shook his head with a bit of a grin.
"I can just picture Simon now. He'll go off on a tirade about how my not being focused on the match will ultimately 'lead to my demise'. Or, a combination of that and the amount of respect that he's steadily lost over time. Because, you know, that makes a difference. He's been talking about how much respect for me he's lost over the last few weeks like everybody actually cares about it. We get it, he doesn’t respect me anymore. There is no need to bring it up every time he opens his fucking mouth. Yada yada, Orphan was the referee. Yada yada, there was a second referee. He needs to drop it. I had no more of an advantage in that match than he did. He just can’t accept the fact that I beat him at him own game. Everything's fine when he's on the winning side of things but the minute somebody gets the better of him there was always some sort of foul play. Rather than playing everything off like I need to cheat to win, perhaps he should look at it like he's not willing to do enough to win. I have nothing to prove to him inside that ring. I wrestle the way I do because I choose to. From what he's shown me wrestling the way he does would do nothing but turn me into a snivelling little bitch. And nobody likes a snivelling little bitch. Have I emphasized snivelling little bitch enough?" Seth turns off the next exit. Not a word was spoken as they drove to the next rest stop. The engine was silenced after they pulled up in front of a donut shop. "You coming in?" Seth asked as he opened his door.
Fade out.
Scene: Four
Date: Sunday September 24
Time: 10:11 PM
Location: Seattle, Washington (in vehicle)
Fade in.
Little dots speckled sky through the windshield. The Escalade was now back on the freeway with Everclear's A.M. Radio barely audible in the background. The camera panned to show Seth munching on a donut while he drove. For a while Seth paid no attention to the camera; as though he were collecting his own thoughts. He had a lot on his mind and it was difficult at times to sort things out. When finished with his donut Seth reached down for his coffee. "Let's see if I can keep this one off my lap." He said as he went to take a sip. Resting it on his thigh like he usually did he continued to drive with one hand on the wheel.
"Darwinism is an interesting concept. Simon made reference to it in his promo talking about how he was the 'strong link' and I was the 'weak and feeble' one between the two of us. I imagine he wanted to use some fancy wording in there somewhere to try and impress people when, in fact, he only made himself look stupid. The whole concept of 'only the strong survive' does not limit itself to the noble and honourable. In nature there are no boundaries. While Simon might like to think that because I resort to tactfulness and resourcefulness rather than just brute strength that I'm less of a competitor than he is. Where he is stuck in his ways of doing 'the right thing', I adapt to my environment and use it to my advantage. That is why I have gotten to where I am and that is why I will 'survive' longer than he will at this.
"There are many ways that him and I differ. I couldn't help but get a sense that Simon might enjoy this concept a little too much, which leads me to believe he might have a few suppressed emotions he doesn't want people to know about. Quite possibly a bit of an S&M fetish with a little homosexual tendencies on the side. But hey, who am I to judge?" Seth gave a bit of a shrug with a little scoff. "My point being, Simon puts too much emphasis on a single match rather than looking at the big picture. What good will it do him to risk not only his career, but his health as well just to keep that twenty-five pounds of gold? He likes to call it heart and courage, where I call it stupidity and selfishness. He's supposed to have a fiancée or wife along with a kid, isn't he? What would he tell his daughter when she asks him why he'll never walk again? Would it be worth keeping that belt which apparently means so much to him? He doesn't think things through, case and point, he doesn't think period. He goes out there and lets his emotions control him rather than his head. He's willing to put his body on the line to inflict the most pain he can on me. You know what I'm willing to do? Find ways that don't require serious injury to myself that inflict the same amount of punishment on him, then walk to wrestle another day. It's takes a little intelligence to use something other than your body as some sort of projectile. People like him are in it for the moment of glory, where I'm in it for the long run." Seth lets out a loud sigh and takes a drink of his coffee. "I'm getting a little too worked up here. The last thing I need to do is get in an accident. Give it a rest for the night." Seth glanced over to the camera. He sipped his coffee again as the view fell to the feet of the cameraman.
Fade out.