My first match in NWR is about to commence, and if you want, you could call me psyched. You may even say I’m a little anxious at the thought of once again stepping into the ring. To wander between those ropes once again as my theme music blares. To look around at the sold out crowd, with them either cheering or jeering me. What I rush it will be. What a damn adrenaline rush. I should be soaking it all up, and enjoying the impact, but alas; ugliness from my past always seem to rear their heads whenever I’m in the spotlight. This time, it’s from a past friend; a past confidant and dare I say, a past love. You Drusilla were that love. You actually once made me forget the wife and child I lost so many years ago. You helped me heal those deep seeded wounds that I never thought could be healed. But here you are now back in my life. Not as a love, or a friend, or even a mutual acquaintance. Here you stand before me a rival. Someone who once thought of me as her better half wants nothing more then to use me as her stepping stone to greatness. I have a question for you at this time Drusilla...
Apology? APOLOGY? Are you FUCKING kidding me Dru? You think I want an apology from you? I knew you were egotistical, and naïve, and even a little blind to society, but I never really seen your sheer ignorance until now. You know as well as I do Drusilla, that if I wanted an apology from you, I would have beaten it from you time and time again inside and out of that ring.
Drusilla, let me lay it out for you, so even your feeble little mind can comprehend it. At this point in time, I would rather stab myself in the eyes with a white hot pleasure wand then have to once again assert my dominance over you yet again, but you, you of all people, decided to answer my open challenge. Are you foolish? Perhaps. Of anything, it’s the ignorance that outshines anything you have said to date, and probably will ever say or do again.
There was a time Dru, that I trusted you. A time when someone hurt you, in even the slightest context, I’d be the first by your side with a worried look on my face, and immense hatred for the one that harmed you. Now, the look of worry has faded to nothing more then distain and resentment. Now, you would be lucky if you could catch me not cracking a smile and enjoy a heartening laugh at the sight of you in pain and agony. Hell, you will be lucky if it isn’t caused by yours truly. I’m sure I will take great pride and pleasure in what I’m about to do to you in that ring.
You are right about a couple things my dear. I WAS the one that taught you damn near everything you know in that ring. If it wasn’t for me, no one outside the clinic would know your name, let alone give a damn about you. You’ve come to trick those who seem to give a damn about you and your well-being into thinking that you actually matter. You know well enough that this “phase” where everyone looks up to you and admires you for their own twisted reasons will someday soon dwindle away when someone else comes along that they like more. What will be of you then Drusilla? Will you throw a tantrum like a child? Nah, that’s not your style. You, you Drusilla, will do what I know will happen. You will do what Winter knows will happen. You will do exactly what everyone who truly knows you will happen. You will vanish, like you have time and time again. Just this time Drusilla, unlike before when you had someone who cared and loved you, no one will care. Why? Because when it comes down to it Drusilla, when it really comes down to the long of the short of it, you mean exactly nothing. You have no role in life, and you have no direction. You, my poor little psychotic bitch, are worth less then the dime I carry in my pants pocket.
Drusilla, you speak to me like you know who I am. You speak to me like there is still a piece in my heart that echoes with your name. Deep down, no matter how much you deny it, you still hold a torch for what once was, and yet you try to fool everyone into thinking you are cold and shallow. Truth be told, you are nothing more then a withered child crying for help. Unfortunately for you and the many Drusilla’s you hold deep within, this pity bank is empty.
They say that you can measure the wealth of a man by the size of his heart. If this is true Dru, then when it comes to you, I’m as poor as they come. When the smoke clears come Wrestlewire Drusilla, this time, whether you like it or not, size DOES and WILL matter!
As the scene fades in, a cool crisp breeze blows in along the trees of Miami, Florida. The main city drag is lined with cars, all shapes and sizes; from the blue and white Nissan Versa’s to the custom built American muscle cars; each jamming to their own genre of music. The breeze moves swiftly across the townscape, chilling Miami with a slight unease.
Outside of the Mandarin Oriental Hotel, a familiar pair emerges from a nearby alleyway from across the road. Darion Steel and Pete both step to the curb and watch the cars as they pass.
Pete: Y’know, this would probably be easier to cross at the light.
Darion: Ya, but when do we ever do anything easy?
Pete: Touché.
When the traffic lightens a bit, both men dart across the road, dodging what lingers of the oncoming traffic. They adjust their coats as they walk into the hotel and look around.
Pete: Tell me again why you had to pick this place out of all the others here in town.
Darion: I just wanted to finally treat myself to something. I hear they have really great massages here.
Pete: And it wouldn’t have anything at all to do with the fact that that accountant chick from the plane is staying here as well eh?
Darion just looks down at Pete and continues to walk to the front desk.
Pete: That’s what I thought.
Both men reach the front desk. No one is around. Pete sees the bell on the desk and rings it, then again, and again, and once more. No one responds, so he quickly starts to make his own song beat out of the ringing. Finally the concierge steps up to the desk and takes the bell from Pete. Pete just looks up at him with a glare.
Concierge: May I help you?
Darion: I signed in here earlier. I was just wondering if I had any phone calls for me.
Concierge: Name?
Darion: Darion Steel.
He begins to fumble through papers on the desk.
Concierge: It doesn’t seem like it sir. If anything comes through for you, shall I send it through?
Darion: It would be appreciated.
Concierge: Yes sir.
Darion turns and walks away. As the concierge walks away, Pete starts ringing the bell once again. The man behind the desk darts back, taking the bell off the counter and placing it out of reach. Pete only grumbles and follows after Darion. He mumbles slightly incoherently under his breath.
Pete: Asshole...
Darion only chuckles as he gets into the elevator, followed by Pete. As the doors start to close, a hand grabs it and pushes it open. There stands the concierge once again, getting that infamous glare once again from Pete.
Concierge: Sorry sir. I missed this. This was dropped off for you earlier today.
Darion is handed a package. He looks at it with his eyebrow slightly cocked.
Darion: What the hell is this?
Concierge: I’m not sure sir. I was just told to make sure you received it when you got back. Here I am and here it is.
He lets go of the door. The elevator starts upwards as Darion looks over the small package. He opens it up to discover a DVD with no label on it. He looks in the envelope and sees no note or anything.
Darion: What the hell?
Pete: Porn?
Darion: Maybe, but who the hell would have sent this?
Pete: Porn fairy?
The doors open to the elevator. They walk out and down the hallway. Darion continues to look at the DVD as Pete opens the room with the keycard. They walk in. Darion tosses his jacket on the bed and immediately walks towards the television.
Pete: That’s ok Darion. I don’t mind. I’ll get the lights.
Pete turns the lights on without acknowledgement from Darion. He turns the television and DVD player on. He opens it up and places the DVD inside. Pete buggers off to the kitchen in search of liquids and munchies as Darion sits on the bed and grabs the remote. He presses play in wonderment. His jaw suddenly drops as he gazes at the television in silence.
Pete returns from the kitchen with an unopened Coke bottle in one hand and a bowl of chips in the other. He looks over at Darion and notices his face.
Pete: Big man, what is it?
There is no response from Darion. Pete hears giggling and laughing coming from the television. He wanders over next to Darion, sitting down the bowl of chips and pop on the floor. He looks at the television, and stares.
Pete: Is this what I think it is?
Darion: Mmmhmm.
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On the television, there sits Darion and Drusilla on the beach together watching the waves and the children play as she sits in his arms.
Darion: Oh my god Pete put that camera away. You have been following us with it all day.
Pete: But big man, I just bought this thing. I gotta try and work it in.
Darion: But with us?
Pete: Who else am I gonna follow?
Drusilla: How about other people on the beach? Hey, I’m sure there are some hotties around here somewhere that would just love to be filmed.
Pete: That’s funny Dru. How about you model that tight bikini off for me?
Darion: HEY!
Drusilla: It’s ok Darion. I got this.
Drusilla stands up in the sands of the beach, showing off her tight abs and tiny hourglass curves bound into a small black single piece bikini. She playfully does a runway walk across the beach and back, throwing her hips out as she moves. Pete starts laughing off camera as does Darion. Darion gets up and tackles Drusilla to the sand.
Drusilla: NOOO! I’M PRETTY! LEAVE ME ALONE! I’M PRETTY DAMMIT!
They both roll around and wrestle, shooting sand all over Pete.
Pete: Asshats! Be careful, you will get sand in this thing. It cost me way too much to have you guys fuck it up on me.
Darion: We wouldn’t want that now would we?
Darion climbs off a now dirty Drusilla. She stands up, covered in sand crystals. She looks at Pete and Darion with a poorly half assed frown on her face.
Drusilla: Now I have to clean up.
Darion: You know where the lake is. Jump in.
Drusilla: Fine mister. I will!
With a huff and a laugh, she turns and runs towards the lake. Darion sits down on the towel in the sand as Pete sits down with his video camera on a rock close by.
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Pete: How the hell did she get this video man?
Darion: I don’t know. I honestly thought you destroyed it years ago when she split on us.
Pete: So did I man. She must have had another copy. Where the hell...?
Darion: I can’t believe this.
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Drusilla jumps in the lake, diving under the waves.
Pete: You caught a hot one man. How did you pull this one off?
Darion: I don’t have a clue. Luck I guess. Haven’t seen or been with a girl like her in so many years. She’s something else isn’t she?
Pete: You can say that again.
Drusilla pops up from under the water, her hair dancing in water across her face. Pete zooms in as best as he can with the cam on her. She stands in the water wiping the sand from her body as the small waves of water crash into her back. She dunks herself and comes back up, slicking her hair back. She then just starts swimming around in the lake.
Darion: What are you doing Pete?
Pete: Honestly, watching your woman swim. Damn what a body.
Darion: Quit staring at my woman.
Both men laugh as Pete brings the focus back and pans in on Darion.
Darion: Get that thing off me.
Pete: For shits and giggles big man. Tell me how you see yourself in five years.
Darion: Fuck off.
Pete: Oh come on. Like anyone will ever see this other then us.
Darion: Fine. I see Dru and I living somewhere exotic; maybe in Tahiti somewhere. A couple kids of course and a nice house up in the hills.
Pete: Seriously?
Darion: Ya man. I think it’s time I got out of the wrestling business and settled down. I’ve been doing this for way too long.
Pete: Ya you are getting up there old man.
Darion: Shut your face!
Drusilla walks back into the picture soaked and glistening in the sun from the water. Her hair drips and hangs in front of her face. Pete tosses her a towel.
Drusilla: What are you boys talking about over here without me?
Darion: Nothing important.
Drusilla: Bitching about me weren’t you?
Pete: Of course. He was telling me how he thought my ass was tighter then yours is. What do you have to say to that one?
Drusilla: Id have to say…. He already knows how firm and tight my ass is. Are you next Pete?
Pete: I...uhm..... I...hmmmm.
Drusilla and Darion crack up as Pete stumbles for words. Darion gets up and grabs his black pants from the basket behind him. He pulls them on.
Drusilla: And where do you think you are going?
Darion: I’ll be back. I’m just gonna run over and grab us some ice cream.
Darion leans down and kisses Drusilla lightly on the lips. He turns and walks off barefoot and shirtless in the sand. Pete turns his attention to Drusilla who is drying herself off with the towel.
Pete: Now that he is gone, anything you wanna say to the camera?
Drusilla: Do I have to?
Pete: Yes, you don’t have a choice in this. I AM MASTER! I RULE ALL!
Drusilla stands for a second and ponders. She smiles at the camera and Pete. She puts on a cute face.
Drusilla: Oh Darion! I have a secret for you. I asked Pete earlier if we could borrow this video camera later so we could make our own little movie. He has agreed as long as he gets a copy. I will see you later tonight big man.
Drusilla grabs the lens of the video camera and kisses it, leaving a wet lip mark on the lens.
Drusilla: Love you!
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Darion stands from the bed tossing the remote across the room. He ejects the DVD from the player and holds it in his hand.
Darion: I can’t take anymore of this. Fucking BITCH!
Pete: Woah man! Chill!
Darion: If she wants a war, she just found the fucking red button.
With that, Darion crushes the DVD in his hand, shattering it into many small jagged pieces. He throws them to the floor and storms off. He grabs his coat from the bed and throws it around himself.
Pete: Where are you going?
Darion doesn’t answer as he opens the door of the hotel room and slams it behind him. Pete sits on the bed in front of his bowl of chips bottle of Coke. He looks over at the door for a few moments, then reaches down and grabs his pop. He opens it, takes a long swig and looks back at the door.
Pete: Uh oh!
Fade to black!
