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(FADEIN/EXTERIOR SHOT: 420 AVENUE OF THE AMERICAS - the ESEN GLOBAL HEADQUARTERS.)
(The camera then CUTS to the interior lobby area of NEW FRONTIER WRESTLING, where the Crimson Star logo rests on the receptionists' area wall, behind silver boxed call letters to the company, overlooking a sterile white, hardwood and chrome waiting room setup that looks like it could be the marketplace for an IKEA, or an Apple Store if there was a tad more frosted glass. Behind the high brushed steel counter sits two gorgeous 20-something women, both wearing headset mics and trying to ignore the guest standing right in front of them as they try to type away at their 27" iMacs.
Standing in front of them is 'Just' MARK, wearing a brown corduroy blazer, jeans, button down white shirt and suede bucks, sporting a full beard, and his hands firmly gripping the reception counter, kind of doing push-offs from it. Also, MARK's nose is bandaged across the bridge making a taped-X as it looks like it's been broken and reset . . . and broken and reset again. As we examine the scene a bit longer, MARK is in the middle of an act of begging, not working out-though perhaps they're one in the same. Behind him is the cameraman who is filming this segment.)
MARK: (pushing up and down, his voice is a whiny whistle from his broken nose) "COME ONNnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnNNnnnnnn, girls! You know I meant what I said when I promised both of you cushy jobs with MarkingOut LLC, right? Velma, (Makes a blowfish face) SCARLETT? (puppy eyes) Come on, how can he really be paying you to sit there and organize his Xbox games?
VELMA (Ginger Bob cut, Molly Ringwald pout) "I'm sure Eddie pays us better than... (Looks at SCARLETT) the NOTHING you'd pay to help upload youtube clips."
SCARLETT: (Christina Hendrix Doppleganger) "Agreed. Plus, you smell like sardines, Icy Hot . . . and (sniffs the air, then winces) baby oil."
MARK: (Stands back, pursing his lips, and then sniffs an armpit) "The guy at the fold-out table told me this was 'Blue Ivy'. . . I mean, I can't really smell that good, I kinda took dude's word for it...
VELMA: "But you wanted a scent that smelled like Jay-Z's baby?"
MARK: ". . .Well- (thinks) DON'T PUT WORDS IN MY MOUTH! SO ANYWAY, listen, is Eddie going to see me or not? I have an exclusive interview with him - I'm here to BUST THIS WINDHAM STORY WIDE-OPEN! (Skeevily) And speaking of busting things wide open, I'm having a little 'Open House' at m--(Tinny buzz)
MAYFIELD: (On the intercom) "I HEARD EVERY WORD OF THAT." (The SECRETARIES barely hide the smirks on their faces as MARK cringes)
MARK: (Backpedalling, nose whistle) "Uh... Hey. HEY BOSS! EDDIE! President Mayfield! Velma, (waggles his hand at the intercom) Tell him how I think you need a raise! Heh Heh! Erm..."
MAYFIELD: "Tell him to bring his dumb ass back here to my office, and not to snot up the counter - we just got that cleaned"
(MARK recoils, and makes 'double pistols' at the SECRETARIES, who have already forgotten that he exists, and he stuffs his hands in his pockets and shoves off past them and down a long hallway, that has huge black and white framed post-pin celebration photos of "The THIRTEEN" NFW World Champions, from BLOODHUNT, all the way down the hall to current champion CASTOR STRIFE. MARK hangs a right and walks through a set of oak double doors, into PRESIDENT DENNIS EDWARD MAYFIELD'S office, the same as before, except it is immaculately clean, and there's no trace of any video game systems - not even an Xbox Kinect! All business, as MAYFIELD sits on the edge of his huge executive desk, wearing a charcoal pinstripe grey suit with a watermelon-colored tie, staring at a corkboard on a wall which looks like a detective shows 'investigation wall' that says 'WINDHAM CLAN' at the top, with hundreds of little articles, scraps of paper, newsclippings and color mugshots of WINDHAM CLAN ASSOCIATES, all with red yarn connecting them all together with pins. At the top of the food chain is an X-ed out TROY WINDHAM, and right below him is JJ DeVILLE, and then it branches down and spokes out from there. Z!, AUGUST De La ROSSI all the way down to PETER WINDHAM, who has the same red X over his face. MAYFIELD stares up at it, concentrating and dragging on a Camel Red as MARK crashes into the room)
MARK: "HEY EDDIE! 'SUP! UP HIGH! (Raises up for for the hi-5 but gets ignored! MARK just blinks, holding up his arm like an idiot)"
MAYFIELD: "Tell me what you see."
MARK: (silence. All we hear is a low whistle of his nose, and MAYFIELD looks over after a beat)
MAYFIELD: "The fuck is that noise? What's your problem?"
MARK: (Absent-mindedly pointing at his face) "My nose. My nose? Remember? I got attacked by Fr-"
MAYFIELD: "I don't give a s[BLEEP!]. Look at this. (Points to the board and takes a deep pull off of his cigarette, wincing) there's still work to be done here. Pete Windham was the low-hanging fruit, but those new goons JJ brought in will have to be dealt with too."
MARK: "Ok, now that Troy Windham lost that match against Mike Randalls, I guess... Eddie - come on, is he REALLY gone?"
MAYFIELD: "I like comic books as much as the next guy, but Troy didn't just get buried in a pile of rubble and we can't find his body, setting up a shocking reveal later where he's gonna hold manhattan hostage by levitating it over the Hudson river, Mark - Troy is FINISHED. You saw it, just like I did. Took long enough, but Mike Randalls did what I brought him in to do - now I get to take out the rest of the Windham trash. (Plucks PETE WINDHAMS photo off the board) I gotta say, I'm ecstatic, and the best part is that we get to move on and focus on more important things, like Castor and that belt that has my face on it - the NFW World Championship."
MARK: "I gotta say though, boss - you don't seem that happy about this- I mean I see you have this hard-on for what’s left of the Windham Clan, the way you tuned up Bobby Jack Windham during the last BRAWL, I figured you'd be Hot Stuff Strutting around in here over that, but you KINDA have a new problem, doncha think? Speaking of comic books! I mean, isn’t the Hellfire Club the new big fish to fry?"
MAYFIELD: "Yeah, you'd think that, Mark, but . . . things have changed. I learned some important things about myself during the Windham Occupation, and one of those things was that I had to GROW UP a little bit, and understand that there's BUSINESS to take care of - in the boardroom, and in that ring. When I reinstated myself back into the fold and took a roster slot, I did it because I NEEDED to be back in that ring, and I needed to prove it to myself and to that locker room that Eddie Mayfield isn't all (looks down at his Camel as he ashes it) Smoke and mirrors - just talk and office bravado - that I can come out here and make a mountain by chopping it down with my hands. That I can STILL go, and that I'm gonna GO all over the corpses of the Windham Clan on my path to a final Meet & Greet with JJ DeVille. When Cajones, Akita and I opened up the sky on Bobby Jack, it wasn’t just for laughs, and it wasn’t because I’m ignoring this new Hellfire Club. It was a little... warning shot out there to those who don’t think I’m equipped to deal with what’s coming ahead. Bobby Jack got a little WAKE UP CALL at my hands, but since he likes to BAPTIZE people, I gave him a NFW Contract to take home and think about – and maybe he’ll come back as a wrestler that has something new to prove rather than chasing his Sweetwater tail and get down to doing some damage of his own out there. BJW could be the future of this industry, if he got his head out of his holy ass, but he's young and needs to get his knuckles rapped with the ruler first. We'll see what happens with him, but he needs to get straightened out. Troy's gone, and this may sound counter-intuitive, but, I see a little of myself in Bobby Jack! I'm just an old softie, Mark. I can still tapdance all over your neck and buy you a drink afterwards."
MARK: (Blinking) "Sooooo, yeah, what about the Hellfire Club? Blaine Anderson, Dorchester Stratton, Rumsfeld AND DeVille? That's a pretty tall order, Eddie - but we all know you could just fight JJ DeVille at the next RELOADED if you wanted him so bad, right? What was the point of stomping Bobby Jack into a nice Merlot then?"
MAYFIELD: "Well, right now, I gotta say, I raised an eyebrow - YES just one, when I watched The Hellfire Club and all of that stuff unfold at the end of the night of RELOADED 13 - Can't say it wasn't impressive - these guys did some smooth moves to put themselves in a great place, but now that Troy's gone, JJ and his Running Buddies are going to position NFW to do its' bidding - a NEW reign of terror, and that actually sounds a little exciting - I mean, how cool is that? (Sarcastic) I'm pretty impressed. They DID do a number on Mikey Randalls, and I gotta say I’m not impressed with THAT. You can drop Troy on his head until the sun comes up, but to attack one of the SONS OF LIBERTY? Well that’s treason against the NFW and I won’t stand for that... (Smiles and takes a drag of his camel) and I’m sure at some point in the future, you guys won’t stand AT ALL, but that’s for another time."
MARK: "BUT... (Trying to keep up) so are you DOWN with the Hellfire Club at all? I mean they seem like a group of guys we... (catches a glance from EDDIE) I mean, YOU? Uh... PEOPLE LIKE YOU would get behind! But didn't you just say you wanted JJ in the ring? You beat down Bobby Jack but then offered him a contract? Who’s side are you on here?"
MAYFIELD: "Mark, you don’t get it do you? My side, is NEW FRONTIER WRESTLING, alignments aside. Do I want to see JJ DeVille pay for his sins against this company? (nods) Oh, yes, very much so. Do I want to finish giving out Windham Receipts? YES. But understand on top of ALL of this, I'm the President of the largest wrestling company on the planet and I'm not stupid. Hellfire Club? Good for business. Bobby Jack Windham? Future Star. But that omelette doesn't get cooked without broken eggs. The Windham Threat has been neutered - SNIP - balls cut off, but I still have some work to do first. There's the matter of one August De La Rossi who WILL get in that ring with me, and face the consequences of Standing with the Windham Clan. Then MORE Windham Clan scraps. On and on, until there's nothing left. THEN, JJ DeVille and I have a date. The Hellfire Club WILL be dealt with, and I'm sure at some point in the future, it will be DEVASTATING (Smiles) But until then, let me say one thing -"
MARK: (Whistling) “The floor is yours, boss! (Kool-aid-smile)”
MAYFIELD: (Pulling on his cigarette again, with a Bruce Willis wince) “Let’s get one thing straight. The NFW has become even MORE complicated than it’s been in the last few years. There is NO power vaccuum – YOU’RE LOOKING AT THE POWER IN NFW RIGHT NOW (points to his face). If you want to huff and puff and blow down MY house? Be it the Hellfire Club? Windham Farts? Some do-nothing from one of those millions of Words With Friends leagues out there? Hell, EVEN THE WORLD ITSELF? Then buddy, listen to this, Bonnie Mayfield said to her only son once, (And Mark, stop me if you’ve heard this) She said, “Eddie, Don’t ever be afraid to punch a bitch in the mouth if she gets out of line – because secretly they all want to get called on their shit once in a while” and anyone who stands in the face of this company? (Smiles and blows smoke out of his nose like an angry dragon, as the camera closes in on his eyes) congratulations – you and I are now in a committed relationship, and I HIT BITCHES WHO DON’T KNOW THEIR PLACE.”
(MARK blinks, wheezing through his nose!)
MAYFIELD: “Get out of my fu[BLEEEEEEEEEP!] office, Mark.”
MARK: “Going!” (FADEOUT on MAYFIELD who turns back to his corkboard and rubs his chin)
(The camera then CUTS to the interior lobby area of NEW FRONTIER WRESTLING, where the Crimson Star logo rests on the receptionists' area wall, behind silver boxed call letters to the company, overlooking a sterile white, hardwood and chrome waiting room setup that looks like it could be the marketplace for an IKEA, or an Apple Store if there was a tad more frosted glass. Behind the high brushed steel counter sits two gorgeous 20-something women, both wearing headset mics and trying to ignore the guest standing right in front of them as they try to type away at their 27" iMacs.
Standing in front of them is 'Just' MARK, wearing a brown corduroy blazer, jeans, button down white shirt and suede bucks, sporting a full beard, and his hands firmly gripping the reception counter, kind of doing push-offs from it. Also, MARK's nose is bandaged across the bridge making a taped-X as it looks like it's been broken and reset . . . and broken and reset again. As we examine the scene a bit longer, MARK is in the middle of an act of begging, not working out-though perhaps they're one in the same. Behind him is the cameraman who is filming this segment.)
MARK: (pushing up and down, his voice is a whiny whistle from his broken nose) "COME ONNnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnNNnnnnnn, girls! You know I meant what I said when I promised both of you cushy jobs with MarkingOut LLC, right? Velma, (Makes a blowfish face) SCARLETT? (puppy eyes) Come on, how can he really be paying you to sit there and organize his Xbox games?
VELMA (Ginger Bob cut, Molly Ringwald pout) "I'm sure Eddie pays us better than... (Looks at SCARLETT) the NOTHING you'd pay to help upload youtube clips."
SCARLETT: (Christina Hendrix Doppleganger) "Agreed. Plus, you smell like sardines, Icy Hot . . . and (sniffs the air, then winces) baby oil."
MARK: (Stands back, pursing his lips, and then sniffs an armpit) "The guy at the fold-out table told me this was 'Blue Ivy'. . . I mean, I can't really smell that good, I kinda took dude's word for it...
VELMA: "But you wanted a scent that smelled like Jay-Z's baby?"
MARK: ". . .Well- (thinks) DON'T PUT WORDS IN MY MOUTH! SO ANYWAY, listen, is Eddie going to see me or not? I have an exclusive interview with him - I'm here to BUST THIS WINDHAM STORY WIDE-OPEN! (Skeevily) And speaking of busting things wide open, I'm having a little 'Open House' at m--(Tinny buzz)
MAYFIELD: (On the intercom) "I HEARD EVERY WORD OF THAT." (The SECRETARIES barely hide the smirks on their faces as MARK cringes)
MARK: (Backpedalling, nose whistle) "Uh... Hey. HEY BOSS! EDDIE! President Mayfield! Velma, (waggles his hand at the intercom) Tell him how I think you need a raise! Heh Heh! Erm..."
MAYFIELD: "Tell him to bring his dumb ass back here to my office, and not to snot up the counter - we just got that cleaned"
(MARK recoils, and makes 'double pistols' at the SECRETARIES, who have already forgotten that he exists, and he stuffs his hands in his pockets and shoves off past them and down a long hallway, that has huge black and white framed post-pin celebration photos of "The THIRTEEN" NFW World Champions, from BLOODHUNT, all the way down the hall to current champion CASTOR STRIFE. MARK hangs a right and walks through a set of oak double doors, into PRESIDENT DENNIS EDWARD MAYFIELD'S office, the same as before, except it is immaculately clean, and there's no trace of any video game systems - not even an Xbox Kinect! All business, as MAYFIELD sits on the edge of his huge executive desk, wearing a charcoal pinstripe grey suit with a watermelon-colored tie, staring at a corkboard on a wall which looks like a detective shows 'investigation wall' that says 'WINDHAM CLAN' at the top, with hundreds of little articles, scraps of paper, newsclippings and color mugshots of WINDHAM CLAN ASSOCIATES, all with red yarn connecting them all together with pins. At the top of the food chain is an X-ed out TROY WINDHAM, and right below him is JJ DeVILLE, and then it branches down and spokes out from there. Z!, AUGUST De La ROSSI all the way down to PETER WINDHAM, who has the same red X over his face. MAYFIELD stares up at it, concentrating and dragging on a Camel Red as MARK crashes into the room)
MARK: "HEY EDDIE! 'SUP! UP HIGH! (Raises up for for the hi-5 but gets ignored! MARK just blinks, holding up his arm like an idiot)"
MAYFIELD: "Tell me what you see."
MARK: (silence. All we hear is a low whistle of his nose, and MAYFIELD looks over after a beat)
MAYFIELD: "The fuck is that noise? What's your problem?"
MARK: (Absent-mindedly pointing at his face) "My nose. My nose? Remember? I got attacked by Fr-"
MAYFIELD: "I don't give a s[BLEEP!]. Look at this. (Points to the board and takes a deep pull off of his cigarette, wincing) there's still work to be done here. Pete Windham was the low-hanging fruit, but those new goons JJ brought in will have to be dealt with too."
MARK: "Ok, now that Troy Windham lost that match against Mike Randalls, I guess... Eddie - come on, is he REALLY gone?"
MAYFIELD: "I like comic books as much as the next guy, but Troy didn't just get buried in a pile of rubble and we can't find his body, setting up a shocking reveal later where he's gonna hold manhattan hostage by levitating it over the Hudson river, Mark - Troy is FINISHED. You saw it, just like I did. Took long enough, but Mike Randalls did what I brought him in to do - now I get to take out the rest of the Windham trash. (Plucks PETE WINDHAMS photo off the board) I gotta say, I'm ecstatic, and the best part is that we get to move on and focus on more important things, like Castor and that belt that has my face on it - the NFW World Championship."
MARK: "I gotta say though, boss - you don't seem that happy about this- I mean I see you have this hard-on for what’s left of the Windham Clan, the way you tuned up Bobby Jack Windham during the last BRAWL, I figured you'd be Hot Stuff Strutting around in here over that, but you KINDA have a new problem, doncha think? Speaking of comic books! I mean, isn’t the Hellfire Club the new big fish to fry?"
MAYFIELD: "Yeah, you'd think that, Mark, but . . . things have changed. I learned some important things about myself during the Windham Occupation, and one of those things was that I had to GROW UP a little bit, and understand that there's BUSINESS to take care of - in the boardroom, and in that ring. When I reinstated myself back into the fold and took a roster slot, I did it because I NEEDED to be back in that ring, and I needed to prove it to myself and to that locker room that Eddie Mayfield isn't all (looks down at his Camel as he ashes it) Smoke and mirrors - just talk and office bravado - that I can come out here and make a mountain by chopping it down with my hands. That I can STILL go, and that I'm gonna GO all over the corpses of the Windham Clan on my path to a final Meet & Greet with JJ DeVille. When Cajones, Akita and I opened up the sky on Bobby Jack, it wasn’t just for laughs, and it wasn’t because I’m ignoring this new Hellfire Club. It was a little... warning shot out there to those who don’t think I’m equipped to deal with what’s coming ahead. Bobby Jack got a little WAKE UP CALL at my hands, but since he likes to BAPTIZE people, I gave him a NFW Contract to take home and think about – and maybe he’ll come back as a wrestler that has something new to prove rather than chasing his Sweetwater tail and get down to doing some damage of his own out there. BJW could be the future of this industry, if he got his head out of his holy ass, but he's young and needs to get his knuckles rapped with the ruler first. We'll see what happens with him, but he needs to get straightened out. Troy's gone, and this may sound counter-intuitive, but, I see a little of myself in Bobby Jack! I'm just an old softie, Mark. I can still tapdance all over your neck and buy you a drink afterwards."
MARK: (Blinking) "Sooooo, yeah, what about the Hellfire Club? Blaine Anderson, Dorchester Stratton, Rumsfeld AND DeVille? That's a pretty tall order, Eddie - but we all know you could just fight JJ DeVille at the next RELOADED if you wanted him so bad, right? What was the point of stomping Bobby Jack into a nice Merlot then?"
MAYFIELD: "Well, right now, I gotta say, I raised an eyebrow - YES just one, when I watched The Hellfire Club and all of that stuff unfold at the end of the night of RELOADED 13 - Can't say it wasn't impressive - these guys did some smooth moves to put themselves in a great place, but now that Troy's gone, JJ and his Running Buddies are going to position NFW to do its' bidding - a NEW reign of terror, and that actually sounds a little exciting - I mean, how cool is that? (Sarcastic) I'm pretty impressed. They DID do a number on Mikey Randalls, and I gotta say I’m not impressed with THAT. You can drop Troy on his head until the sun comes up, but to attack one of the SONS OF LIBERTY? Well that’s treason against the NFW and I won’t stand for that... (Smiles and takes a drag of his camel) and I’m sure at some point in the future, you guys won’t stand AT ALL, but that’s for another time."
MARK: "BUT... (Trying to keep up) so are you DOWN with the Hellfire Club at all? I mean they seem like a group of guys we... (catches a glance from EDDIE) I mean, YOU? Uh... PEOPLE LIKE YOU would get behind! But didn't you just say you wanted JJ in the ring? You beat down Bobby Jack but then offered him a contract? Who’s side are you on here?"
MAYFIELD: "Mark, you don’t get it do you? My side, is NEW FRONTIER WRESTLING, alignments aside. Do I want to see JJ DeVille pay for his sins against this company? (nods) Oh, yes, very much so. Do I want to finish giving out Windham Receipts? YES. But understand on top of ALL of this, I'm the President of the largest wrestling company on the planet and I'm not stupid. Hellfire Club? Good for business. Bobby Jack Windham? Future Star. But that omelette doesn't get cooked without broken eggs. The Windham Threat has been neutered - SNIP - balls cut off, but I still have some work to do first. There's the matter of one August De La Rossi who WILL get in that ring with me, and face the consequences of Standing with the Windham Clan. Then MORE Windham Clan scraps. On and on, until there's nothing left. THEN, JJ DeVille and I have a date. The Hellfire Club WILL be dealt with, and I'm sure at some point in the future, it will be DEVASTATING (Smiles) But until then, let me say one thing -"
MARK: (Whistling) “The floor is yours, boss! (Kool-aid-smile)”
MAYFIELD: (Pulling on his cigarette again, with a Bruce Willis wince) “Let’s get one thing straight. The NFW has become even MORE complicated than it’s been in the last few years. There is NO power vaccuum – YOU’RE LOOKING AT THE POWER IN NFW RIGHT NOW (points to his face). If you want to huff and puff and blow down MY house? Be it the Hellfire Club? Windham Farts? Some do-nothing from one of those millions of Words With Friends leagues out there? Hell, EVEN THE WORLD ITSELF? Then buddy, listen to this, Bonnie Mayfield said to her only son once, (And Mark, stop me if you’ve heard this) She said, “Eddie, Don’t ever be afraid to punch a bitch in the mouth if she gets out of line – because secretly they all want to get called on their shit once in a while” and anyone who stands in the face of this company? (Smiles and blows smoke out of his nose like an angry dragon, as the camera closes in on his eyes) congratulations – you and I are now in a committed relationship, and I HIT BITCHES WHO DON’T KNOW THEIR PLACE.”
(MARK blinks, wheezing through his nose!)
MAYFIELD: “Get out of my fu[BLEEEEEEEEEP!] office, Mark.”
MARK: “Going!” (FADEOUT on MAYFIELD who turns back to his corkboard and rubs his chin)