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"I have the God of DEATH by my side."
(MULTIPLE BURSTS OF STATIC interlaced w/ the NFW logo, before ZOMBIES power through the static bursts and begin to devour the star of the NFW logo.
CUTTO: JACK HARMEN, standing under a single spotlight in an abandoned warehouse. He's shirtless, the Heavyweight title tossed over his shoulders. From the OVERHEAD ANGLE, his head and body are all we see, although we make out a dark tinted pants. Harmen tosses his arms out in a cross like position.)
JACK HARMEN: And I am the God of GLORY.
(Harmen laughs, cackling as he falls to his knees.)
JACK HARMEN: I'm sorry, it's hard to say that when Eddie Mayfield's giving me the stink eye. I mean-
(JACK holds up the World Championship to the camera)
JACK HARMEN: -doesn't it look like his eyes follow you wherever you go?
(Harmen sways the championship from side to side. He tosses it over his shoulder.)
JACK HARMEN: Everyone thinks I'm going to address Castor, and the open contract. But I have more IMMEDIATE and PRESSING concern at the moment... Because I can't know what Cancer will decide at this moment. If he wants to brawl, SO BE IT. But until then, I have to focus on what's directly in front of me. Specifically, BRAWL 74, which REMINDS me, of my lifelong relationship with my GOOD FRIEND Legion.
(MULTIPLE BURSTS OF STATIC. Suddenly, the ABANDONED warehouse has been turned into a colorful set out of something like PEE WEE'S PLAYHOUSE. JACK HARMEN stands there, with the widest smile one can imagine, waving like a freak.)
JACK HARMEN: Hiya buddy! Remember me? Supercrash III? You totally blew up my spot Leg'. But I get it. You saw my endgame before anyone else did, but you kept to your word and your mouth SHUT. I respect that. And I know we both have the same endgame in mind, so before we get any further down this potential adversarial daisy chain, let me say, I RESPECT you.
(Harmen takes the World title off his shoulder and raises it. The playful set behind him is dissolved into the abandoned warehouse, slightly illuminated so the cold metal steel bars can be seen.)
JACK HARMEN: But what will they say if one of your WORKER ANTS can take this championship from me before YOU get your hands on it?
(HARMEN laughs, tossing the title back over his shoulder.)
JACK HARMEN: I shouldn't have brought that up. I keep hearing about it on ESEN radio though, and it's crossed my mind since the booking of me and Devastation Man.
(HARMEN smacks his hand against the title plate of the NFW title, effectively slapping a golden Eddie Mayfield.)
JACK HARMEN: Now, Devastator, you may have seen me in the past 20 years of my career. You seem like a hungry, motivated competitor. You've hitched your rope upon the trickster God of chaos, and I LOVE YOU for that. I know we're cut from the same cloth, whatever we are, we are KIN. So at Brawl 74, regardless of whether you want to go to Chuckie Cheese's after and push little kids into the ball pits, know that I am a FRIEND. A friendship that we will build out of BLOODSHED and the color RED. I want you to bring me a FIGHT. I want to feel ALIVE again!
(HARMEN begins to pace, the weight of the title heavy on his shoulders.)
JACK HARMEN: I have been a dead man walking since I secured my hands around Eddie Mayfield's fugly fugface, the most GLORIOUS and ILLUSTRIOUS prize in ALL of wrestling, with that smug grinning somnabitcka of a face plastered all over it... Because I know my time in the spotlight is finite. One day, there will be a NEW World Heavyweight Champion. I know it. You know it. Everyone does. I know that, one day, Eddie Mayfield's eyes will NO LONGER follow me WHEREVER I go, but on that day? I want to go out in a BLAZE of glory.
(MULTIPLE BURSTS OF STATIC. CUTTO: Extreme Close up on JACK HARMEN, as he is now only illuminated by the single spotlight hanging above him.)
JACK HARMEN: Please. Do what no one else has been able to do. Devastator, turn my world into Devastation.
(HARMEN falls to his knees.)
JACK HARMEN: Please, end me. Before I take this too far. Before I destroy New Frontier.
(FADE OUT.)
JACK HARMEN(V.O.): Because I WON'T. STOP.
(MULTIPLE BURSTS OF STATIC interlaced w/ the NFW logo, before ZOMBIES power through the static bursts and begin to devour the star of the NFW logo.
CUTTO: JACK HARMEN, standing under a single spotlight in an abandoned warehouse. He's shirtless, the Heavyweight title tossed over his shoulders. From the OVERHEAD ANGLE, his head and body are all we see, although we make out a dark tinted pants. Harmen tosses his arms out in a cross like position.)
JACK HARMEN: And I am the God of GLORY.
(Harmen laughs, cackling as he falls to his knees.)
JACK HARMEN: I'm sorry, it's hard to say that when Eddie Mayfield's giving me the stink eye. I mean-
(JACK holds up the World Championship to the camera)
JACK HARMEN: -doesn't it look like his eyes follow you wherever you go?
(Harmen sways the championship from side to side. He tosses it over his shoulder.)
JACK HARMEN: Everyone thinks I'm going to address Castor, and the open contract. But I have more IMMEDIATE and PRESSING concern at the moment... Because I can't know what Cancer will decide at this moment. If he wants to brawl, SO BE IT. But until then, I have to focus on what's directly in front of me. Specifically, BRAWL 74, which REMINDS me, of my lifelong relationship with my GOOD FRIEND Legion.
(MULTIPLE BURSTS OF STATIC. Suddenly, the ABANDONED warehouse has been turned into a colorful set out of something like PEE WEE'S PLAYHOUSE. JACK HARMEN stands there, with the widest smile one can imagine, waving like a freak.)
JACK HARMEN: Hiya buddy! Remember me? Supercrash III? You totally blew up my spot Leg'. But I get it. You saw my endgame before anyone else did, but you kept to your word and your mouth SHUT. I respect that. And I know we both have the same endgame in mind, so before we get any further down this potential adversarial daisy chain, let me say, I RESPECT you.
(Harmen takes the World title off his shoulder and raises it. The playful set behind him is dissolved into the abandoned warehouse, slightly illuminated so the cold metal steel bars can be seen.)
JACK HARMEN: But what will they say if one of your WORKER ANTS can take this championship from me before YOU get your hands on it?
(HARMEN laughs, tossing the title back over his shoulder.)
JACK HARMEN: I shouldn't have brought that up. I keep hearing about it on ESEN radio though, and it's crossed my mind since the booking of me and Devastation Man.
(HARMEN smacks his hand against the title plate of the NFW title, effectively slapping a golden Eddie Mayfield.)
JACK HARMEN: Now, Devastator, you may have seen me in the past 20 years of my career. You seem like a hungry, motivated competitor. You've hitched your rope upon the trickster God of chaos, and I LOVE YOU for that. I know we're cut from the same cloth, whatever we are, we are KIN. So at Brawl 74, regardless of whether you want to go to Chuckie Cheese's after and push little kids into the ball pits, know that I am a FRIEND. A friendship that we will build out of BLOODSHED and the color RED. I want you to bring me a FIGHT. I want to feel ALIVE again!
(HARMEN begins to pace, the weight of the title heavy on his shoulders.)
JACK HARMEN: I have been a dead man walking since I secured my hands around Eddie Mayfield's fugly fugface, the most GLORIOUS and ILLUSTRIOUS prize in ALL of wrestling, with that smug grinning somnabitcka of a face plastered all over it... Because I know my time in the spotlight is finite. One day, there will be a NEW World Heavyweight Champion. I know it. You know it. Everyone does. I know that, one day, Eddie Mayfield's eyes will NO LONGER follow me WHEREVER I go, but on that day? I want to go out in a BLAZE of glory.
(MULTIPLE BURSTS OF STATIC. CUTTO: Extreme Close up on JACK HARMEN, as he is now only illuminated by the single spotlight hanging above him.)
JACK HARMEN: Please. Do what no one else has been able to do. Devastator, turn my world into Devastation.
(HARMEN falls to his knees.)
JACK HARMEN: Please, end me. Before I take this too far. Before I destroy New Frontier.
(FADE OUT.)
JACK HARMEN(V.O.): Because I WON'T. STOP.