::SCENE 1::
[The scene opens to TheStorm's locker room where TheStorm has just ended his meeting with Lucente and the other competitors in the Invitation Xtreme Elimination Match. Mitch Keller is situating himself before his interview with TheStorm. The red light flicks on and the interview starts.]
Mitch Keller: I'm with TheStorm. He will be one of many competitors in Lucente's
first ever Invitation Xtreme Elimination match which will take place at Xtreme Mania V! How do you
feel about this match?
TheStorm: Hey Mitch. I want to make one thing very clear. TheStorm is here to
stay. I understand that Lucente wants to weed out any wanna-be's and hopefuls, but the era, MY era,
has begun. This match may be my first, but it will finally show the entire XWF that TheStorm is
going to be the biggest personality in this federation.
Mitch Keller: That's a pretty large boast. Don't get me wrong, but I've heard
the same thing before from other new rookies.
TheStorm: I'm sure you have. There's one large difference. None of them have been
able to keep up on their end. I will die trying if I have to. I will make damn well sure that
everyone hear knows my name and lives in fear of being matched against me. I know that I have no
experience in other federations, but I was trained to be a champion... a winner. There isn't a train
big enough that can stop me now. I've got my sights set on the top. Whether or not you believe me,
that's your choice. But just remember this day when I reach the top. You will eat every smart ass
comment that you threw my way.
Mitch Keller: Alright. Let's get back to this match though. It's going to be
huge. There are already 6 competitors booked for it and bound to be more. This match is also at the
biggest event of the year. Those other competitors know that they have one night to win at this
event.
TheStorm: And it will be my pleasure to destroy every single one of their hopes
and dreams. I hope there will be 50 or even 100 competitors. Bring 'em on. I will take them down to
nothing, one after another after another. It doesn't matter what they think. They can think that
because this is the greatest event of the year, that their going to be wrestling at their peak and
they can't possibly lose. Their best isn't even an iota of shit to me. I plan on making an example
out of every one of them. I hope they bring their best. It will make the victory so much sweeter for
me.
Mitch Keller: Okay. Sounds like you are ready for Xtreme Mania V. Going on.
Lucente called you and the others "Fresh Meat". I have to agree. New wrestlers usually jump in and
get the snot kicked out of them to show them that there is a lot of pain for the new guys. Do you
think that even after this match, Lucente may have a plan for you?
TheStorm: I don't care if he does. He may think I'm "Fresh Meat". Fine, whatever.
Call me a rotten piece of garbage. It won't make a bit of difference. He will soon see along with
the rest of the XWF what I'm here to do. I will lay waste to every competitor in that ring with me.
Either June 25th or any month afterwards. There are going to be a lot of battered and broken bodies
in my wake. I may even be one of them. Lucente will soon see that no matter how bad the odds are
against me, no matter what the injury, I will be back. I will still create complete havoc.
Mitch Keller: I hope for your sake, you can back that all up in the ring.
TheStorm: For someone who has never seen me in the ring, you make a lot of fast
assumptions. You better save your pity for each and every one of those competitors in the ring at
Xtreme Mania V. I may not win, but I gurantee that all of those competitors are going to leave that
ring bruised and beated to a pulp. It will be a great match, and I think this will be the beginning
of The Era of TheStorm.
Mitch Keller: I think this is going to be a great match, also. I look forward to
seeing you in the ring. [looks up at the camera] That's all for tonight.
We'll see you all at Xtreme Mania V!
[The scene fades out as Mitch lowers the microphone and begins to leave
TheStorm's locker room.]
::SCENE 2::
[The camera comes on in the middle of Durkin's Tavern on Diversey Parkway in Chicago.]
[The bar is relatively empty. There are several men watching the Chicago White Sox play the Rangers.
The Sox lead 2-1 in the 4th. The camera pans to the bar and TheStorm is seated near the middle.
There are only 2 other men at the bar and the bartender is reading the current newspaper. The bar is
relatively quiet except for the small buzz of conversation of the White Sox fans who talk about what
happened in the news lately or about the last play on TV.]
TheStorm: Bartend?
Bartender: [lowers his paper] Yeah. What can I get you?
TheStorm: Captain Coke if you would.
Bartender: Sure.
[The bartender places the paper down folded so he doesn't lose his page. He
grabs a glass and fills it with the mixture of Captain Morgan and Coca-Cola. He sets the glass on
the bar and TheStorm hands him a $5 bill. TheStorm takes a drink and sets it back down. He turns his
stool around and watches the Sox game as they pull a single to right. From down the bar, one of the
sharp dressed men stands up and brings his beer next to TheStorm.]
Unknown man: Hey there. How are you doing?
TheStorm: [turns his head with a confused look on his face
to an unknown man] Oh hi there. I do alright. Just trying to relax.
Unknown man: There's gotta be something on your mind to want to drink at 2 in
the afternoon.
TheStorm: I just have a big wrestling match coming up this month. The next couple
weeks are going to be intense working out to get ready. This may be my last easy day off.
Unknown man: Wrestling? Ohhh... are you part of that... I can't remember, XWF
or something?
TheStorm: Yeah. Kind of my second event I'm a part of.
Unknown man: I saw the commercials for that Xtreme Mania V. Sounds cool.
TheStorm: It's alright. Lots of preparation needed for it though. Anyways, why
are you in a bar at 2 in the afternoon?
Unknown man: It's kind of celebration and sorrow. I am an event coordinator and
I finished coordinating a big concert last night. The problem is, I don't have any more events
scheduled all year. I'm not getting the clients that I used to. Busy every week with one thing or
another. Now I can't beg to get anything... I'm sorry, my name is Paul Williamson. And you are...?
TheStorm: Greg Regan. Good to meet you. Look Paul. I'll do you a favor. I'm
horrible with schedules. I can hire you to be my manager. You just have to keep track of all the
behind the scenes stuff. Flights. Matches. Public Relations. Maybe and interview or two. I have
enough on my plate without it. If you feel up to it, the job is yours. The problem is, the job is a
lot of traveling. You also have to be at the events with me.
Paul Williamson: No shit! That's great. I'll take the position. There's nothing
for me in Chicago anymore. My girlfriend left me a year ago and I haven't dated anyone since. I just
want to get out and forget it all.
TheStorm: Sounds like we have a deal. Alright. Let's finish these drinks and we
can go back to my hotel and look over the next few weeks of work.
Paul Williamson: Sounds good.
[Both men drink the rest of their beverages. They both tip the bartender a few
bucks and walk out the door. The camera fades out and fades back in in front of the Sofitel Hotel.]
[A taxi pulls up and TheStorm and Paul Williamson step out.]
Paul Williamson: Nice place.
TheStorm: I thought I would indulge this week.
Paul Williamson: That's good.
[Both men walk through the doors and into the Sofitel Hotel. The camera fades
to black and flashes an advertisement for Xtreme Mania V.]
