WRESTLEVERSE III - 'Barb' On A Pole Match - Omega vs. Frankie Scott
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*** Cameras film in the darkness of Frankie Scott’s workout building next to his home. They reach the area of his wrestling ring. The lights are dim all around. They soon focus in one corner of the ring where BARB is fastened to a pole. As they get closer, Frankie Scott comes into view. ***<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com
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“It’s all come down to this final moment. No more he said, he said. No more pranks. No more chasing each other down. Wrestleverse III is the be all and end all of the good guy… that’s me… stealing the poor bad guy’s…that’s you… steel chair that he is madly in love with. I will bring BARB down next to me one last time. I will lift her in my hands one last time and then I will beat the living hell out of you one last time, Omega. Albeit, it’s a sensation that you have felt before. It will be that same sensation you will feel again until I render you bloody and senseless.”<o></o>
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***Frankie steps into the ring and touches BARB. Acting in a loving manner... then swinging the chair back and forth as it is still connected to the pole***<o></o>
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“Society perceives who you are. When you show them a deranged lunatic… they are going to figure out that is exactly what you are or they will push it until they make you that way. You wonder why is it that they get to decide that. Because, they are the consumer. They are the ones that make those kinds of decisions. They are the ones who are begged to make the decisions. They put the money in your pockets. It is the consumer who makes or breaks your career. The fans own the right for the perception. “<o></o>
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“Once you join that television show, that sports team, a marketing group, make that major blockbuster movie and date that college girl that’s half your age and so on and so on… You automatically get that X on your head and you become a mark for those people to judge you. “<o></o>
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“You aren’t hated unless you have done something to discourage that group in society that loves you. Right now you think that you are the lowest common denominator for not only this business but for the whole world. Society doesn’t hate you. You are the one that they want to know all about.” “Your past, the juicy gossip of a man thought to have killed his family. The same man that licks his own blood off his hands…the one that hears voices that could easily be the family coming back to haunt him for what he has done. He has fallen so far off his rocker that talking to his special steel chair has become normal for him.”<o></o>
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***Frankie leans back onto the turnbuckles staying close to BARB… keeping “her” in the view of the camera. ***<o></o>
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“Don’t you see, Omega? You are the star of the moment. You should be on Oprah, Maury, and Jerry Springer… even TMZ or Nancy Grace. That mug shot of yours should grace the covers of The Examiner, Star, Us Weekly AND the Enquirer. You are that star. But, once that star burns out… that’s it my friend. You can either go back to your nice padded room in <?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-comffice:smarttags" /><st1:State><st1lace>Missouri</st1lace></st1:State> or you can headline high schools and armories with that special “Former EPW Superstar” before your name. You might even be able to show your skills as part of carnies and freak shows from here to <st1:City><st1lace>Kalamazoo</st1lace></st1:City>.”<o></o>
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“I’m in the same kind of predicament, maybe not as harsh as yours. But, all the same, none the less. Society has me on the other end of the spectrum. I am the David to your Goliath. I am the underdog almost every time I walk to the ring to face you. You are supposed to beat me. That’s what the people want to see. They want you to beat me bloody and beyond recognition. The larger man is always the leader… the warrior… the figure head of a company. When society sees the smaller man they automatically think less powerful and acknowledge the loss he will endure. And they lust over seeing the larger man crush the smaller one.”<o></o>
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“Then that so called one in a million chance happens!! BAM! The unthinkable happens! The underdog pulls off the upset! The sure thing isn’t the sure thing anymore. The USA Hockey team upsets the Russians… the North Carolina St. Wolfpack upsets <st1:City><st1lace>Houston</st1lace></st1:City> in the NCAA Basketball tournament… the Arizona Diamondbacks and the Florida Marlins both win World Series over the highly touted and much superior <st1:State><st1lace>New York</st1lace></st1:State> Yankees… King David beating the mighty Goliath with one smooth stone to the temple. And then, Frankie Scott and a pair of brass knuckles to the forehead of EPW’s newest and meanest giant! The shot heard around the world… The blast of Epic proportions!”<o></o>
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“I provided the fans in this wrestling society with an opportunity to root for the good guy with feeling and knowledge that he has a true shot to not only win the match but to win the damn war!”<o></o>
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***Frankie moves from leaning on the turnbuckles to sitting on top the top of them. ***<o></o>
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“Now do you understand where this is going? It’s not about this damn chair, Omega! I guess you could say that this chair is just icing on the cake.”<o></o>
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“Maybe… the perception that you think that society has on you… is in fact the other way around. It’s the reverse action. You have been wallowing in a big bowl of sour grapes for months now. I have been one up on you from the moment we met. You haven’t been number one in anything. Other than staying faithful to one single steel chair you have such love for.”<o></o>
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“Past that… you are a zero. A master of nothing. Anger consumes you. What you feel inside drives you to prove everyone wrong. You aren’t the cold callous person that you want everyone to believe that you are. You use the voices in your head as the family that you miss. You use an inanimate object like a steel chair as the special girl in your life. Nothing real… because you would be proven wrong… wouldn’t you?”<o></o>
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***Frankie turns around on the turnbuckle to get a grasp on BARB and pull her down from the pole she was attached to.***<o></o>
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“Well… you did have a steel chair for a girlfriend… but we know how that is playing out aren’t we?”<o></o>
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“I do give you credit though. During this process of keeping BARB away from you and being able to change a part of your world. You helped me find an even tougher part of myself and I was able to multi-task and give Damien Stone his pink slip and sent him back to the minors.”<o></o>
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“Omega… BARB and I have been talking. She wants to have the option to leave with me. She’s not up for hanging around a bloody psychotic loser as you would become. She has enjoyed the nightly rubdowns. She enjoys the shine that she has now. It was pretty tacky to leave all that spray paint, crusty blood build up and chunks of skin on her. She feels that she deserves better. So, when I do defeat you at Wrestleverse III… I leave with her. No questions asked. Don’t get all upset, all emotional and all butt-hurt. It’s better that way. You know that she will be well taken care of.”<o></o>
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***Frankie hugs the chair and laughs as the camera fades to black.***<o></o>
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></o>“It’s all come down to this final moment. No more he said, he said. No more pranks. No more chasing each other down. Wrestleverse III is the be all and end all of the good guy… that’s me… stealing the poor bad guy’s…that’s you… steel chair that he is madly in love with. I will bring BARB down next to me one last time. I will lift her in my hands one last time and then I will beat the living hell out of you one last time, Omega. Albeit, it’s a sensation that you have felt before. It will be that same sensation you will feel again until I render you bloody and senseless.”<o
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></o>***Frankie steps into the ring and touches BARB. Acting in a loving manner... then swinging the chair back and forth as it is still connected to the pole***<o
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></o>“Society perceives who you are. When you show them a deranged lunatic… they are going to figure out that is exactly what you are or they will push it until they make you that way. You wonder why is it that they get to decide that. Because, they are the consumer. They are the ones that make those kinds of decisions. They are the ones who are begged to make the decisions. They put the money in your pockets. It is the consumer who makes or breaks your career. The fans own the right for the perception. “<o
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></o>“Once you join that television show, that sports team, a marketing group, make that major blockbuster movie and date that college girl that’s half your age and so on and so on… You automatically get that X on your head and you become a mark for those people to judge you. “<o
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></o>“You aren’t hated unless you have done something to discourage that group in society that loves you. Right now you think that you are the lowest common denominator for not only this business but for the whole world. Society doesn’t hate you. You are the one that they want to know all about.” “Your past, the juicy gossip of a man thought to have killed his family. The same man that licks his own blood off his hands…the one that hears voices that could easily be the family coming back to haunt him for what he has done. He has fallen so far off his rocker that talking to his special steel chair has become normal for him.”<o
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></o>***Frankie leans back onto the turnbuckles staying close to BARB… keeping “her” in the view of the camera. ***<o
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></o>“Don’t you see, Omega? You are the star of the moment. You should be on Oprah, Maury, and Jerry Springer… even TMZ or Nancy Grace. That mug shot of yours should grace the covers of The Examiner, Star, Us Weekly AND the Enquirer. You are that star. But, once that star burns out… that’s it my friend. You can either go back to your nice padded room in <?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com
ffice:smarttags" /><st1:State><st1lace>Missouri</st1lace></st1:State> or you can headline high schools and armories with that special “Former EPW Superstar” before your name. You might even be able to show your skills as part of carnies and freak shows from here to <st1:City><st1lace>Kalamazoo</st1lace></st1:City>.”<o></o><o
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></o>“I’m in the same kind of predicament, maybe not as harsh as yours. But, all the same, none the less. Society has me on the other end of the spectrum. I am the David to your Goliath. I am the underdog almost every time I walk to the ring to face you. You are supposed to beat me. That’s what the people want to see. They want you to beat me bloody and beyond recognition. The larger man is always the leader… the warrior… the figure head of a company. When society sees the smaller man they automatically think less powerful and acknowledge the loss he will endure. And they lust over seeing the larger man crush the smaller one.”<o
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></o>“Then that so called one in a million chance happens!! BAM! The unthinkable happens! The underdog pulls off the upset! The sure thing isn’t the sure thing anymore. The USA Hockey team upsets the Russians… the North Carolina St. Wolfpack upsets <st1:City><st1
lace>Houston</st1lace></st1:City> in the NCAA Basketball tournament… the Arizona Diamondbacks and the Florida Marlins both win World Series over the highly touted and much superior <st1:State><st1lace>New York</st1lace></st1:State> Yankees… King David beating the mighty Goliath with one smooth stone to the temple. And then, Frankie Scott and a pair of brass knuckles to the forehead of EPW’s newest and meanest giant! The shot heard around the world… The blast of Epic proportions!”<o></o><o
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></o>“I provided the fans in this wrestling society with an opportunity to root for the good guy with feeling and knowledge that he has a true shot to not only win the match but to win the damn war!”<o
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></o>***Frankie moves from leaning on the turnbuckles to sitting on top the top of them. ***<o
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></o>“Now do you understand where this is going? It’s not about this damn chair, Omega! I guess you could say that this chair is just icing on the cake.”<o
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></o>“Maybe… the perception that you think that society has on you… is in fact the other way around. It’s the reverse action. You have been wallowing in a big bowl of sour grapes for months now. I have been one up on you from the moment we met. You haven’t been number one in anything. Other than staying faithful to one single steel chair you have such love for.”<o
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></o>“Past that… you are a zero. A master of nothing. Anger consumes you. What you feel inside drives you to prove everyone wrong. You aren’t the cold callous person that you want everyone to believe that you are. You use the voices in your head as the family that you miss. You use an inanimate object like a steel chair as the special girl in your life. Nothing real… because you would be proven wrong… wouldn’t you?”<o
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></o>***Frankie turns around on the turnbuckle to get a grasp on BARB and pull her down from the pole she was attached to.***<o
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></o>“Well… you did have a steel chair for a girlfriend… but we know how that is playing out aren’t we?”<o
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></o>“I do give you credit though. During this process of keeping BARB away from you and being able to change a part of your world. You helped me find an even tougher part of myself and I was able to multi-task and give Damien Stone his pink slip and sent him back to the minors.”<o
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></o>“Omega… BARB and I have been talking. She wants to have the option to leave with me. She’s not up for hanging around a bloody psychotic loser as you would become. She has enjoyed the nightly rubdowns. She enjoys the shine that she has now. It was pretty tacky to leave all that spray paint, crusty blood build up and chunks of skin on her. She feels that she deserves better. So, when I do defeat you at Wrestleverse III… I leave with her. No questions asked. Don’t get all upset, all emotional and all butt-hurt. It’s better that way. You know that she will be well taken care of.”<o
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></o>***Frankie hugs the chair and laughs as the camera fades to black.***<o
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