You Hate Me....
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Location: Atlanta, Georgia….May 16th, 2012]
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Fade In: Famous Pub and Sports Palace. More specifically, the inside of the bar on a normal Wednesday evening, shortly after happy hour. A popular meeting place for the city of Atlanta regulars, featuring various sporting events on the televisions that hang from each wall throughout the establishment. Panning around the bar, there are a variety of events taking place, yet the camera sets its sights upon one man who is sitting at the bar, partaking in a beer. As the camera slowly zooms in, the man is none other than Kendall Codine. Fresh battle wounds from the ring are evident upon the visible areas of his body, as he takes an evening to transition into the next round of the tournament. Codine regularly returns to his home city of Atlanta to focus before moving on to the next city in what is a grueling schedule for the life of a professional wrestler.]
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Codine’s cell phone rings, as he reaches into his pocket to check who is on the delivering end of the phone call. A smile stretches across his face, one that is uncharacteristic to those who know him, as he is typically sullen in expression.]
Codine: Hello son….how are things going in EPW?
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For this particular segment, the phone call is one sided, as the person on the other end of the phone call cannot be heard. That person being presumably Kendall Codine’s son.]
Codine: Give it time. It took me time to settle in the ring as well. You’re a natural and I have every bit of confidence that you’ll succeed.
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Codine is silent, as he listens to the other end of the conversation.]
Codine: Dan Ryan….he and I have had our battles, but he’s recognizes talent. Give him the chance and he’ll push you as far as the ladder will allow you.
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Codine is silent once again, as he is on the receiving end of the conversation.]
Codine: Me? I’m hanging in there, this old body still has a few miles left on it. It doesn’t appear that any round in this tournament is going to be easy.
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Codine listens once again, this time sharing a bout of laughter with the caller before responding.]
Codine: I know, I know, I saw it. First he pulls his life story straight from the big screen and now he’s begging for cameos from unproven NFL rookies. You would think that for a guy that has claimed to be in this business for so long, he would be able to do this on his own. Then again, he’s never really been able to be successful on his own. It always seems to be someone else coming along and playing the hero in his life to save him.
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Codine listens one last time, before offering his final remarks to the caller.]
Codine: Good luck to you son. Stay focused and I’ll see you in a few weeks….
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Codine hangs up his cell phone and places it back in his pocket. He proceeds to finish his beer before setting it down upon the bar. As the bar tender approaches, Codine waves him off, as he has decided to call it a night. As those who surround continue to bustle about in conversation, Codine addresses the camera that has been set upon him since the onset of his phone conversation.]
Codine: Troy Franklin….that was a valid attempt to downplay your opponent. Your ignorance is evident, but surely, you are competent enough to visit “GOOGLE” and type in the words Kendall Codine. Perhaps Dean or Brien could visit the local internet café in Washington D.C. and help you out.
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Codine pauses as he stands from his seat at the bar and proceeds to walk through the crowd towards the exit. As he makes his way through the crowd, he addresses the camera once again.]
Codine: You see Troy, I did my homework. I’m beyond the party stages that were the twilight of my career. My celebrity star that once shined high above the likes of CSWA, SCW, HEW, and GXW has fallen. The more I think about it, I’m the exact opposite of you. But you see Troy, that’s what makes me so dangerous….
I DON’T CARE….
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Codine refrains from talking once again, as he exits the bar and finds himself on North Druid Hills Road. He proceeds to walk towards the side alley of the bar, as he continues addressing Troy Franklin.]
Codine: A man with nothing to lose is the most dangerous kind of all in the squared circle. As I see it, you’re simply another rung upon the ladder towards my last goal in this business. So, as you focus upon movie deals, training professional athletes, and addressing your “peeps”….I’ll be focusing on the only thing that matters at this point….
ADVANCING….
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Codine gradually approaches the front of his apartment complex, where he currently resides in his home city of Atlanta. He stands tall, starring into the eye of the camera before offering his final address.]
Codine: Troy, keep enjoying the life that has brought you so much fame. I’ve been there once before and it is indeed a glorious time. I no longer have a desire for such things, as my goal is to enter that ring and emerge victorious. At this point, there’s not a single attempt of the broken English language that you can bring my way that will hurt my feelings. In fact, I dare you to bring something my way that isn’t already common knowledge….
….my fall from wrestling fame.
….my over-the-hill attempt at a comeback this late in my life.
….my career losses to Dan Ryan, Eli Flair, and Sean Stevens.
….my attempt to salvage a relationship with my once estranged son.
….or the fact that I barely squeaked by a rookie in the first round.
Tell the
WORLD something about me they don’t already know.
I DARE YOU….
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Codine turns his back to the camera and proceeds up the steps towards the door. As he enters through the door, he makes one lasting remark.]
Codine: It’s time for originality Troy and unfortunately for you, I am an original in this business. Come this weekend, you’ll see exactly what I mean, when you step face-to-face with a man that has nothing left to lose….
THE END IS NEAR….
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The scene slowly fades to black, as Codine’s infamous entrance music echoes in the background.]