Post by Dave Rydell on Oct 24, 2014 22:56:47 GMT -5
TUESDAY NIGHT
As the sun has already gone down, Red is shown walking his date for the evening up the steps to her apartment. He gives her a nice long kiss goodnight and heads off down to his car. He hops in and starts to drive off. But as he is driving, his phone beeps with a text message. The number is private. The message reads:Meet me at the pub. -E.L.There is only one person that Red knows with those initials. So he obliges and heads to the bar. Once there, he walks in, as it is a slow night and Travis is almost immediate with his drink. Red sits at the bar and sips his rum, waiting. A few minutes go by and Ed walks in, looking a little concerned, anxious, uneasy, but still there. He walks over to the bar and waves off a drink from Travis.
Ed: I am sorry. I was worried and I didn’t want to be the one who had to watch you get destroyed and broken week after week.
Red goes to speak but Ed holds his hand up and tells him to wait.
Ed: I’m not done. Let me say my peace and then you speak. I want nothing but the absolute best for you. I want you to beat Klaus for the belt. I want you to fulfill your destiny. I want you to be the best in the world. But with the path you were headed down, I couldn’t watch. I wouldn’t watch. You wouldn’t listen to me, so I left. It was the only way. I don’t know if it was subconscious but something changed and you are focussed. You are a few days away from the big one. You are ready. You are focussed. And if you’ll have me, I want to be in your corner to watch you destroy that son of a bitch.
Red sips his rum and ponders for a moment. He gets up, finishes his drink, and hands Ed a note.
Ed: What’s this?
Red: Directions. Welcome back, old friend.
The two embrace as Red walks out and Ed looks at the note. Ed’s eyes widen up and then he laughs.
Ed: The bastard is really going to do it. Heh.
End scene.
WEDNESDAY NIGHT
Red’s pub is crowded and full of the usual young crowd. But why on a Wednesday? Red has decided he wanted to get more exposure. His bar makes enough money as it is to survive just by being open on a Friday night, but on this particular night, he has decided that every Wednesday is going to be cheap beer night. The menu, you ask? I’m glad you did. All pitchers, no matter the draft, $1.00. And regular size, not those pussy ass pitchers that chain bars give you for cheap beer. And no Natty Light. Horseshit in liquid form. Bottles? $0.25. Tall Draft? $0.50. This has got to be a great idea. And half price on the finger food menu! Anyway, the bar is buzzing. Regulars and travelers alike, coming and going enjoying some eats and beverages. Red walks in, sees all of the people, and is satisfied. Bill is in the back, drinking a pitcher of ice water, as he is on shift as the bouncer. Ed is sitting at the bar, conversing with the locals. Red walks in and sees a big man. A man of large stature, pushing 350 lbs, and about 6’3’’. He is a weekend warrior but only about twice a month. Red walks up and greets the man.
Red: Moose, how are we tonight?
Moose: Fine, what do you want?
Red: Well, seeing as you’re in my bar and you are just creeping out every hot single woman in this place, I’m going to have to ask you to tone it down a bit.
Moose: Whatever dude. They were just warming up to me.
Red: What, are you going to buy them a drink? On the cheapest night of the week? Hardly going to impress them. Besides, they would enjoy a man that can see his member when he looks down. Calm it down, or get the fuck out.
Moose: Or what?
Red: I’ll make you leave.
Moose: You and who?
Just as Moose asks who is help will be, Bill walks up and Moose sort of backs down, but only grows angrier.
Red: Any more questions?
Moose: Whatever. This place sucks anyway.
Red: That’s why you’ve been coming here for the last 4 years, right?
Moose just glares at Red and walks off. He orders another pitcher from Lacy and when she decides not to serve him, he starts to get mouthy. Red rolls his eyes.
Red: Bill, you mind?
Bill: No problem boss.
As Bill walks over and puts his hand on Moose’s shoulder, Moose turns around and shoves Bill. Bill goes crashing into the small table behind him on the bar. As Bill gets up, he shakes off the pieces of broken wood and has his back to Moose, trying to regain his footing. As Moose grabs Bill by the shoulder, Bill grabs Moose’s hand and twists it. Cracks are heard and Moose lets out a horrifying shriek. Red walks over and looks at Bill.
Red: Toss him.
Bill drags Moose to the door by the hand, and shoves him out onto the sidewalk. Moose gets up and shakes his hand, then charges at Bill, but Bill ducks under Moose’s right hook and hits him right in the stomach. As Bill does this, a cop rolls up and turns his lights on. He gets out of his cruiser and runs over, and Bill backs away from Moose. While Moose is doubles over, Red runs out and Bill is now being placed in handcuffs.
Officer: Sir, I need you to calm down.
Red: What’s the problem, officer…Stills?
Officer Stills: I just saw this man here, assault him.
As Officer Stills points at Moose, Red smirks.
Officer Stills: What’s so funny?
Red: Well, officer. This man in bracelets is my bouncer. Moose here wasn’t being the most pleasant of patrons. He caused some problems once he was cut off. He then attacked my bouncer, and all he did was defend himself. Point blank. You can ask anyone in this bar.
Officer Stills pauses for a moment and then decides to uncuff Bill.
Officer Stills: I’ve heard good things about security at this place. I trust your judgement. I’ll take care of this guy.
Red: Before you do, I need a word with the big fella.
Officer Stills stands there for a moment as Red walks over to the doubled over Moose.
Red: First things first, you’re banned from my bar. Second, you are just like every other no good low life scum bag. Everything is black and white in your world. I’m adding a bit of color to it. A little bit of red. And believe me, this message isn’t just for you.
Red backs away and signals for the cop to arrest him. Officer Stills takes Moose and cuffs him. Bill and Red walk back into the bar.
Bill: Thanks man.
Red: No problem.
Bill: What did you say to him anyway?
Red: Just a message. It applies to him. And someone else.
Bill: Who else?
Red: You know who.
Bill: Ah, zee German.
Red: Bingo. Now, I have a hot ass bartender to see about a beer.
The two walk off and Red heads over to Lacy to get a beer as Bill starts his rounds through the bar again.
THURSDAY NIGHT
The camera fades in on Red Fusion and Ed Leonard, sporting their "Down with vonBorre" t-shirts. A podium is set up on the tiny stage at the local town hall. It must be a small town, because it isn't a very big area for a major city town hall. There are a bunch of seats set up in rows. There are approximately 16 women, older looking, sitting in the seats. Some plump ones, some wrinkly ones. There are even a few cougars and milfs out there.
Red: Ok, it's almost time. Just give it about five more minutes before we start this thing.
Ed: No problem boss. Where are you going?
Red: I have to go outside for a quick minute.
Red heads off of the tiny stage and towards the exit, before he leaves, a short plump woman, with striking grey hair approaches him.
Woman: Mr. Red! I am so glad you have decided to help us...mothers out. I can't think of the right word for what we are, but we surely are grateful for your help. That German fellow sure is a horrible representation of what my favorite wrestler would be. I don't even watch the dang show to know what he even talks about.
Red: If you don't watch ma'am, how did you find out about this?
Woman: My son, Moose, came home last night and told me some fella gave him a pretty good hurtin' and told me everything he said. Something about being colorful in the black and white world. Now, I don't know about you, but that certainly screams a bit of homosexual tendencies. They are a very vibrant and colorful people.
Red: Well, Mrs. Moose, I assure you the man your son ran into was not a homosexual. He was making a statement to the man we are here to discuss tonight. Now, if you'll excuse me.
Before Red can walk away, Mrs. Moose grabs his arm and stops him.
Mrs. Moose: Before you go, I see there are going to be some drinks. You wouldn't happen to have any sweet tea would you?
Red: Ma'am, I do need to step out but Mr. Leonard over there, the gentleman with the glasses, would be more than willing to answer any questions for you.
Mrs. Moose: Bless your heart. Thank you.
Mrs. Moose waddles down toward the stage to talk to Ed. Red finally gets away and heads outside to his car. He gets in and drives off to the corner store a few blocks away. Red hops out of his car and enters the store. He walks in and heads to the refrigerator wall that houses the tasty beverages of the carbonated variety. He opens the door and grabs himself a Blu Pomegranate Xyience. As he walks toward the cashier, he passes by the magazines. Something catches his eye, but it wasn't the TMZ papers that claimed to have "real nude photos of Eden Morgan" or the Inquirer that had the secret sex tape of Harley Addams. No, he reaches down and sees a Maxim, with a topless, yet covered, Katy Perry on the front. But it was a headline that stood out to him. Apparently someone did a piece on Red that intrigued him, and surprised him. Red picks up the magazine and flips to the page noted for the article. It has a picture of him at the top of the page, and the headline reads Red Fusion: Delusional Talent or Lack Thereof... Red reads on, seemingly and utterly disgusted by the comments made in the article. He sees that they are written by a man called Glasses. Red puts the magazine on the rack again and pays for his drink. He gets in his car and calls Ed.
Red: Ed…..yeah, no shut up. This is going to be quick. Get me a sit down with the man called Glasses…….no, I’ve never met him. But he works for the PMN……I don’t care how you do it. Just do it………No, Eden won’t hurt you……call somebody for fucks sake………You are such a bitch. I’ll call around……no…..you just……Ed shut the fuck up!…….you just call and find out a meeting place…..I’ll find Glasses……
Red hangs up his phone and pulls out of the parking lot. He heads back to the auditorium where he was at before. He walks in and sees Bill at the door.
Red: Hey brother. Did you get it?
Bill: I sure did. It wasn’t easy. But it’s here. Now, do you have the disc?
Red: Of course. This is going to be legendary. Hey, you don’t happen to read the tabloids do you?
Bill: No why?
Red: Ever heard a man called Glasses?
Bill: Yeah, last I heard he was working for the PMN.
Red: Same here. I’m trying to track him down and get ahold of him. I want to find out why he wrote what he wrote.
Red looks at his watch real quick, and pats Bill on the shoulder.
Red: Ok, I got to run. It’s time to kick this thing off. I’ll see you after.
Red runs from the entrance to the podium and gets behind it. He reaches for Ed, and Ed hands him a stack of note cards. Red clicks on the microphone and is ready to begin.
Red: Good evening, ladies, wrestling fans, mothers. We are here for one reason, and one reason only. To display and discuss our disdain for the man they call, KvK. Now, I know what you’re all thinking. He isn’t my favorite wrestler, but the problem is, no one has ever attempted to prove otherwise. So as far as the world is concerned, KvK is everyone’s mom’s favorite wrestler. Now, let’s begin, by getting to know one another. I am Red Fusion. I am the current number one contender for the Cross Hemisphere Championship, which I am going to win this coming Monday against KvK in a Tables Ladders and Chairs match. I just want you all to know, that I am aware of your struggles, and I understand how you all truly feel. Just have a little bit of faith and we can all get through this sad time. Once I am finished with him, you won’t have to worry about Klaus vonKnorre anymore. Moving on to our next bit of business…….
As Red continues his speech to the women of the town, outside of the building, a car drives by down the street. The car stops, reverses and pulls up to the parking lot. It pulls in and drives straight towards Red’s car. The car parks, and out steps Lacy. She sees Red’s vehicle and walks up to it. She walks up to the window of the first set of doors and sees Bill right inside, standing guard, but still somewhat paying attention to the speech. She then sees him, Red Fusion, the man himself, in front of a group of women, talking about God knows what. But for some reason, there is a look of disgust on her face. She pulls open the door and walks in. As Bill goes to stop her, he gets a hand in the face. She walks about halfway down the aisle and just waits. As Red continues talking, he notices her. He stops dead in his tracks.
Red: Ed, take over. Just read the cards.
Red steps off the stage and jogs up to Lacy. Ed steps up and continues talking to the women. He starts a Q&A session with them. Red grabs Lacy by the hand and walks her outside.
Red: What are you doing here babe?
Lacy: Do you mind telling me the same thing?
Red: I told you I was working tonight.
Lacy: Standing in front of a bunch of old women, talking about who knows what? I highly doubt that’s working.
Red: Remember the other night, I told you I had a big thing coming up for work?
Lacy: Yeah…what about it?
Red: Well this has to do with it. I have a Championship match against my current rival in a few days. I need to be in tip top shape for it. And one thing that helps is getting inside your opponents head. Trust me, I didn’t lie to you. This is all work. And you are more than welcome to stay if you like.
Lacy: I will stay for a few minutes, but then I have to be at the bar. My shift starts at 9.
Red: Of course babe. Please, come on in.
The two walk in, hand in hand. Lacy breaks off and grabs a chair at the back of the auditorium. She sits and watches. Red rushes back up to the stage. He hops up and grabs the microphone.
Red: Bill, if you would, the projector please. It’s time.
Bill wheels the projector in and sets everything up. The lights dim down.
Red: I know some of you don’t know exactly who I am, but I am officially starting my campaign to be your favorite wrestler. I will right the wrongs, stop the nonsense and the bullshit. I will actually earn the privilege to be called, your mom’s favorite wrestler, when I walk out to that ring. You will love me and I will earn your respect. But before I go, I have one final thing. And before I share that, are there any questions?
Two women raise their hands. One of them is Lacy. Red points to an older women in the front row.
Old Woman: I’m not even sure why I am here… I forgot my medicine, and next thing I know, I’m here at this speech thing.
Red: Well, ma’am, we will get you taken care of in just a minute. Ed, please help her out. And yes, you in the back young woman.
Lacy stands up and moves forward.
Lacy: What makes you think you can beat him? I did some research while I waited, you have yet to pin him and you’ve been in the same ring numerous times.
Red: Can I beat him? I don’t think, I know I can. Klaus has always underestimated myself, and my abilities. He has always just written me off like old news, but I know I am better than him.
Random Woman: How do you know that? How can you convince us?
Red: Bill, kill the lights and start it up.
The lights shut off completely and the projector lights up the wall directly behind Red.
Red: You see, Klaus underestimates me. Why, I will never know. But I have proven one thing to him, I will not quit! I will take on Klaus whenever and wherever. For instance...I will fight, Klaus vonKnorre on a boat…
Or Klaus vonKnorre, with a goat!
Klaus vonKnorre when the score is tied…
Or Klaus vonKnorre as a blushing bride!
I will fight Klaus vonKnorre while he is taking a quiz…
Or Klaus vonKnorre as the total jackass that he is!
You see ladies, I will fight Klaus anytime. And I will prove, that the Cross Hemisphere Championship, truly is mine!
The lights come back on, the projector shuts off and all of the women stand up and applaud for Red. He takes a bow and heads straight off the stage and right up to Lacy. He grabs her, gives her a big kiss and the two walk out. Bill and Ed begin taking things down and cleaning up as the scene ends.
LATER ON THURSDAY NIGHT, AT O’MALLEY’S…
The bar is slightly more crowded than before. Red is sitting at the bar with Bill, sharing a round of the usual beverages. Ed walks in with a smile on his face. Lacy grabs a Blue Moon from the ice box and hands it right to him.
Ed: Good news, I got you the interview with Glasses tomorrow. The guys seems really friggin’ weird though.
Red: That’s what I’ve been hearing. But he is a huge fan of the business, so maybe I’ll get a decent interview for a change.
Bill: You sure this isn’t some kind of a set up? I know he works for the PMN, but they have been on a tear lately, just taking everyone out.
Red: It’ll be fine.
Red sips his rum, and as Lacy walks around the bar, Red pats her on the ass. She looks back and shoots him a sexy, seductive smile.
Bill: You bastard. You fucked her!
Red: No.
Bill: Bullshit.
Red: I swear.
Bill: You did something.
Red: We had dinner the other night. We’ve kissed a few times. Nothing crazy.
Bill: I told you you couldn’t stay away. Business my ass.
Red: Her ass is great business.
Bill: Fair enough.
Ed: What did I miss?
Bill: A whole lot man, a whole lot.
Ed: Someone want to fill me in?
Bill: Yeah, on the plane ride on Saturday.
Red and Bill chuckle for a moment at the sarcastic comment.
Red: Great to have you back Ed.
Ed: Good to be back, boss.
Bill: Good seeing you brother.
Bill and Red laugh and Ed just shakes his head. The three men clink their drinks and each take a sip. End scene.
FRIDAY AFTERNOON
The camera fades in on two studio chairs, already set up. The man called Glasses is already sitting on one, mic’d up and ready to go. Red is standing next to the other one, trying to fix his lapel mic so it isn’t muffle by his shirt. He is getting more and more frustrated. He finally stops, and just swings it around the back of his neck and it hangs on the other side.
Glasses: How are we doing today, Mr. Fusion?
Red Fusion: We? Do you have a mouse in your pocket or something?
Glasses: Nevermind. Shall we begin the interview?
Red Fusion: Before we start, I’ve got a question. What the fuck is up with your article on me in the tabloids?
Glasses: Well, do you enjoy the truth Mr. Fusion? Or do you enjoy being lied to and told nothing but bullshit?
Red Fusion: But it isn’t true. Almost all of what you said was a lie.
Glasses: Regardless. The article I wrote isn’t the reason I agreed to this interview. I have a few questions I need to ask you before you head into your match at Battle Ground. If you want to address the article again in the future, make an appointment with my office.
Red just shakes his head, frustrated at the obvious run around he is getting. Glasses pulls out a stack of note cards and rummages through them for a moment. He stops and pulls one up.
Glasses: Alright, here we go. Mr. Fusion, What do you see as the outcome of this match?
Red Fusion: I see me finally doing what I’ve set out to do. I will finally silence the critics. Prove to the world I am not washed up, delusional, or a has been. I still have it. I can still wrestle. And I can go with the very best this company has to offer. I will fight hard, he will fight hard. We will batter and destroy each other. We will leave each other laying in pools of our own blood. We will fight until there is absolutely nothing left. But only one man can climb that ladder to success. And that man will be me. I’m sick of all the negativity, and I will change that. Battle Ground, this company will crown a new, and the ONLY 4 time Cross Hemisphere Champion in history, me.
Glasses: Will your strategy be any different in this match as opposed to the others you've had with each other?
Red Fusion: Of course it will be different.
Glasses: Why is that?
Red Fusion: New rules.
Glasses: New rules?
Red Fusion: Every time I’ve face him, it’s been under certain rules. Tag team, fatal four way, one on one standard. This time, new rules. Tables, Ladders, and Chairs. No Disqualification, no count out, only way to win is to pull the belt down. New rules, new plan. This is the match that determines the winner of a war.
Red takes a moment, taking a sip of water while Glasses looks for another question.
Glasses: Thank you for your explanation. Do you see this match as finally concluding the KvK vs Red Fusion saga?
Red Fusion: Honestly? No.
Glasses: What do you mean no?
Red Fusion: Think about it. Klaus worked his ass off to get that belt. I have been up in his face since I came back some months ago. When I win, he isn’t going to just walk away from it. He can’t allow me to take his title and that’s it. He will want his rematch. And I won’t ever back down from a challenge. So we will go back and forth. He will get his rematch, and probably won’t stop until he beats me for the title. The way I see it, if I lose, I walk away and move on to something else. But that isn’t going to happen. I know Klaus. He won’t stop until he gets revenge. He’s a vengeful person. This won’t be over after Battle Ground.
Glasses: Mr. Fusion, when you made your return, would you have chased after Klaus even if he didn’t have the Cross Hemisphere Title?
Red Fusion: No, I wouldn’t have.
Glasses: Why not?
Red Fusion: I don’t know if you remember, but when I came back, it was a bit before his match against Alan Wallace. When I made my comeback, Wallace was still the Champ. I made my challenge against him. It just so happened that Klaus won that night, so I got a match with him instead.
Glasses: What if Klaus lost his title to Ezekial Pax a few weeks ago, would you still want to fight him now?
Red Fusion: Absolutely.
Glasses: Please, explain.
Red Fusion: I told you before, Klaus made it personal. So regardless of the outcome of his match with Pax, I would go after him at this pay per view. And after I beat him, I would go for Pax and the Cross Hemisphere Title.
Glasses: Do you agree with the statement that Mr. Pax made, that you two are involved in a feud?
Red Fusion: Not in the least. Sure, I can’t stand the fucking guy, but who can? That doesn’t mean we are engaged in some sort of rivalry. I will say, he certainly isn’t on the list of people I trust.
Glasses: Who is on that list, Mr. Fusion?
Red Fusion: You know most of them, Bill, Ed, James, Holden.
Glasses: That seems like an awfully short list of friends. One of them is no longer competing, the other is booked in a huge main event match, and the other two are just valets. Do you really think, if things get harry, you will have the proper back up?
Red Fusion: Things will be fine out there. I trust Bill, Ed, and the friends I left off the list.
Glasses: Secrets don’t make friends, Mr. Fusion.
Red Fusion: I have plenty of friends, Spectacles.
Glasses: Mr. Fusion, will your head be entirely focussed on the match at hand?
Red Fusion: Why wouldn’t it?
Glasses: It seems that in the last week, you have been focussed on a devilishly good looking women, that seemed to have popped up out of nowhere. Mr. Leonard is now back in the picture, and you are a bit all over the place with your actions outside of the ring.
Red Fusion: Listen here, you little shit. I am focussed. I haven’t been this focussed in years. I am ready to kick this stupid German’s sorry ass all over San Jose. KvK is one tough son of a bitch, but I assure you, Coke Bottles, that I will do whatever needs to be done to be declared the winner. There are no rules in this match. No prisoners will be taken. Two things will prevail in this match, Solo Cup.
Glasses: What might those things be?
Red Fusion: Maximum Carnage, and me.
Glasses: One final question, Mr. Fusion. You blew everything on this one match, this one shot, and the question everyone wants answered: are you having second thoughts?
Red Fusion: Second thoughts? What kind of stupid ass question is that? Of course not! I wouldn’t just throw $6 million out to piss it away. Passion my friend, it’s what a lot of people think I lack. But they clearly haven’t been watching me. I think I will get the “most annoying character” award at the awards show. Why? Because I’m persistent as fuck. I won’t let this go until it’s settled, in my eyes. And in my eyes, after Battle Ground, it will be over. Now, if you have anything else, oh well. I’m done with this interview. Good day.
Glasses: Thank you, Mr. Fusi——
Red Fusion: I SAID GOOD DAY!
Red gets up, pulls his lapel mic from his neck and throws it to the ground. He walks off the set as Glasses just sits there, shaking his head. End.
As the sun has already gone down, Red is shown walking his date for the evening up the steps to her apartment. He gives her a nice long kiss goodnight and heads off down to his car. He hops in and starts to drive off. But as he is driving, his phone beeps with a text message. The number is private. The message reads:Meet me at the pub. -E.L.There is only one person that Red knows with those initials. So he obliges and heads to the bar. Once there, he walks in, as it is a slow night and Travis is almost immediate with his drink. Red sits at the bar and sips his rum, waiting. A few minutes go by and Ed walks in, looking a little concerned, anxious, uneasy, but still there. He walks over to the bar and waves off a drink from Travis.
Ed: I am sorry. I was worried and I didn’t want to be the one who had to watch you get destroyed and broken week after week.
Red goes to speak but Ed holds his hand up and tells him to wait.
Ed: I’m not done. Let me say my peace and then you speak. I want nothing but the absolute best for you. I want you to beat Klaus for the belt. I want you to fulfill your destiny. I want you to be the best in the world. But with the path you were headed down, I couldn’t watch. I wouldn’t watch. You wouldn’t listen to me, so I left. It was the only way. I don’t know if it was subconscious but something changed and you are focussed. You are a few days away from the big one. You are ready. You are focussed. And if you’ll have me, I want to be in your corner to watch you destroy that son of a bitch.
Red sips his rum and ponders for a moment. He gets up, finishes his drink, and hands Ed a note.
Ed: What’s this?
Red: Directions. Welcome back, old friend.
The two embrace as Red walks out and Ed looks at the note. Ed’s eyes widen up and then he laughs.
Ed: The bastard is really going to do it. Heh.
End scene.
WEDNESDAY NIGHT
Red’s pub is crowded and full of the usual young crowd. But why on a Wednesday? Red has decided he wanted to get more exposure. His bar makes enough money as it is to survive just by being open on a Friday night, but on this particular night, he has decided that every Wednesday is going to be cheap beer night. The menu, you ask? I’m glad you did. All pitchers, no matter the draft, $1.00. And regular size, not those pussy ass pitchers that chain bars give you for cheap beer. And no Natty Light. Horseshit in liquid form. Bottles? $0.25. Tall Draft? $0.50. This has got to be a great idea. And half price on the finger food menu! Anyway, the bar is buzzing. Regulars and travelers alike, coming and going enjoying some eats and beverages. Red walks in, sees all of the people, and is satisfied. Bill is in the back, drinking a pitcher of ice water, as he is on shift as the bouncer. Ed is sitting at the bar, conversing with the locals. Red walks in and sees a big man. A man of large stature, pushing 350 lbs, and about 6’3’’. He is a weekend warrior but only about twice a month. Red walks up and greets the man.
Red: Moose, how are we tonight?
Moose: Fine, what do you want?
Red: Well, seeing as you’re in my bar and you are just creeping out every hot single woman in this place, I’m going to have to ask you to tone it down a bit.
Moose: Whatever dude. They were just warming up to me.
Red: What, are you going to buy them a drink? On the cheapest night of the week? Hardly going to impress them. Besides, they would enjoy a man that can see his member when he looks down. Calm it down, or get the fuck out.
Moose: Or what?
Red: I’ll make you leave.
Moose: You and who?
Just as Moose asks who is help will be, Bill walks up and Moose sort of backs down, but only grows angrier.
Red: Any more questions?
Moose: Whatever. This place sucks anyway.
Red: That’s why you’ve been coming here for the last 4 years, right?
Moose just glares at Red and walks off. He orders another pitcher from Lacy and when she decides not to serve him, he starts to get mouthy. Red rolls his eyes.
Red: Bill, you mind?
Bill: No problem boss.
As Bill walks over and puts his hand on Moose’s shoulder, Moose turns around and shoves Bill. Bill goes crashing into the small table behind him on the bar. As Bill gets up, he shakes off the pieces of broken wood and has his back to Moose, trying to regain his footing. As Moose grabs Bill by the shoulder, Bill grabs Moose’s hand and twists it. Cracks are heard and Moose lets out a horrifying shriek. Red walks over and looks at Bill.
Red: Toss him.
Bill drags Moose to the door by the hand, and shoves him out onto the sidewalk. Moose gets up and shakes his hand, then charges at Bill, but Bill ducks under Moose’s right hook and hits him right in the stomach. As Bill does this, a cop rolls up and turns his lights on. He gets out of his cruiser and runs over, and Bill backs away from Moose. While Moose is doubles over, Red runs out and Bill is now being placed in handcuffs.
Officer: Sir, I need you to calm down.
Red: What’s the problem, officer…Stills?
Officer Stills: I just saw this man here, assault him.
As Officer Stills points at Moose, Red smirks.
Officer Stills: What’s so funny?
Red: Well, officer. This man in bracelets is my bouncer. Moose here wasn’t being the most pleasant of patrons. He caused some problems once he was cut off. He then attacked my bouncer, and all he did was defend himself. Point blank. You can ask anyone in this bar.
Officer Stills pauses for a moment and then decides to uncuff Bill.
Officer Stills: I’ve heard good things about security at this place. I trust your judgement. I’ll take care of this guy.
Red: Before you do, I need a word with the big fella.
Officer Stills stands there for a moment as Red walks over to the doubled over Moose.
Red: First things first, you’re banned from my bar. Second, you are just like every other no good low life scum bag. Everything is black and white in your world. I’m adding a bit of color to it. A little bit of red. And believe me, this message isn’t just for you.
Red backs away and signals for the cop to arrest him. Officer Stills takes Moose and cuffs him. Bill and Red walk back into the bar.
Bill: Thanks man.
Red: No problem.
Bill: What did you say to him anyway?
Red: Just a message. It applies to him. And someone else.
Bill: Who else?
Red: You know who.
Bill: Ah, zee German.
Red: Bingo. Now, I have a hot ass bartender to see about a beer.
The two walk off and Red heads over to Lacy to get a beer as Bill starts his rounds through the bar again.
THURSDAY NIGHT
The camera fades in on Red Fusion and Ed Leonard, sporting their "Down with vonBorre" t-shirts. A podium is set up on the tiny stage at the local town hall. It must be a small town, because it isn't a very big area for a major city town hall. There are a bunch of seats set up in rows. There are approximately 16 women, older looking, sitting in the seats. Some plump ones, some wrinkly ones. There are even a few cougars and milfs out there.
Red: Ok, it's almost time. Just give it about five more minutes before we start this thing.
Ed: No problem boss. Where are you going?
Red: I have to go outside for a quick minute.
Red heads off of the tiny stage and towards the exit, before he leaves, a short plump woman, with striking grey hair approaches him.
Woman: Mr. Red! I am so glad you have decided to help us...mothers out. I can't think of the right word for what we are, but we surely are grateful for your help. That German fellow sure is a horrible representation of what my favorite wrestler would be. I don't even watch the dang show to know what he even talks about.
Red: If you don't watch ma'am, how did you find out about this?
Woman: My son, Moose, came home last night and told me some fella gave him a pretty good hurtin' and told me everything he said. Something about being colorful in the black and white world. Now, I don't know about you, but that certainly screams a bit of homosexual tendencies. They are a very vibrant and colorful people.
Red: Well, Mrs. Moose, I assure you the man your son ran into was not a homosexual. He was making a statement to the man we are here to discuss tonight. Now, if you'll excuse me.
Before Red can walk away, Mrs. Moose grabs his arm and stops him.
Mrs. Moose: Before you go, I see there are going to be some drinks. You wouldn't happen to have any sweet tea would you?
Red: Ma'am, I do need to step out but Mr. Leonard over there, the gentleman with the glasses, would be more than willing to answer any questions for you.
Mrs. Moose: Bless your heart. Thank you.
Mrs. Moose waddles down toward the stage to talk to Ed. Red finally gets away and heads outside to his car. He gets in and drives off to the corner store a few blocks away. Red hops out of his car and enters the store. He walks in and heads to the refrigerator wall that houses the tasty beverages of the carbonated variety. He opens the door and grabs himself a Blu Pomegranate Xyience. As he walks toward the cashier, he passes by the magazines. Something catches his eye, but it wasn't the TMZ papers that claimed to have "real nude photos of Eden Morgan" or the Inquirer that had the secret sex tape of Harley Addams. No, he reaches down and sees a Maxim, with a topless, yet covered, Katy Perry on the front. But it was a headline that stood out to him. Apparently someone did a piece on Red that intrigued him, and surprised him. Red picks up the magazine and flips to the page noted for the article. It has a picture of him at the top of the page, and the headline reads Red Fusion: Delusional Talent or Lack Thereof... Red reads on, seemingly and utterly disgusted by the comments made in the article. He sees that they are written by a man called Glasses. Red puts the magazine on the rack again and pays for his drink. He gets in his car and calls Ed.
Red: Ed…..yeah, no shut up. This is going to be quick. Get me a sit down with the man called Glasses…….no, I’ve never met him. But he works for the PMN……I don’t care how you do it. Just do it………No, Eden won’t hurt you……call somebody for fucks sake………You are such a bitch. I’ll call around……no…..you just……Ed shut the fuck up!…….you just call and find out a meeting place…..I’ll find Glasses……
Red hangs up his phone and pulls out of the parking lot. He heads back to the auditorium where he was at before. He walks in and sees Bill at the door.
Red: Hey brother. Did you get it?
Bill: I sure did. It wasn’t easy. But it’s here. Now, do you have the disc?
Red: Of course. This is going to be legendary. Hey, you don’t happen to read the tabloids do you?
Bill: No why?
Red: Ever heard a man called Glasses?
Bill: Yeah, last I heard he was working for the PMN.
Red: Same here. I’m trying to track him down and get ahold of him. I want to find out why he wrote what he wrote.
Red looks at his watch real quick, and pats Bill on the shoulder.
Red: Ok, I got to run. It’s time to kick this thing off. I’ll see you after.
Red runs from the entrance to the podium and gets behind it. He reaches for Ed, and Ed hands him a stack of note cards. Red clicks on the microphone and is ready to begin.
Red: Good evening, ladies, wrestling fans, mothers. We are here for one reason, and one reason only. To display and discuss our disdain for the man they call, KvK. Now, I know what you’re all thinking. He isn’t my favorite wrestler, but the problem is, no one has ever attempted to prove otherwise. So as far as the world is concerned, KvK is everyone’s mom’s favorite wrestler. Now, let’s begin, by getting to know one another. I am Red Fusion. I am the current number one contender for the Cross Hemisphere Championship, which I am going to win this coming Monday against KvK in a Tables Ladders and Chairs match. I just want you all to know, that I am aware of your struggles, and I understand how you all truly feel. Just have a little bit of faith and we can all get through this sad time. Once I am finished with him, you won’t have to worry about Klaus vonKnorre anymore. Moving on to our next bit of business…….
As Red continues his speech to the women of the town, outside of the building, a car drives by down the street. The car stops, reverses and pulls up to the parking lot. It pulls in and drives straight towards Red’s car. The car parks, and out steps Lacy. She sees Red’s vehicle and walks up to it. She walks up to the window of the first set of doors and sees Bill right inside, standing guard, but still somewhat paying attention to the speech. She then sees him, Red Fusion, the man himself, in front of a group of women, talking about God knows what. But for some reason, there is a look of disgust on her face. She pulls open the door and walks in. As Bill goes to stop her, he gets a hand in the face. She walks about halfway down the aisle and just waits. As Red continues talking, he notices her. He stops dead in his tracks.
Red: Ed, take over. Just read the cards.
Red steps off the stage and jogs up to Lacy. Ed steps up and continues talking to the women. He starts a Q&A session with them. Red grabs Lacy by the hand and walks her outside.
Red: What are you doing here babe?
Lacy: Do you mind telling me the same thing?
Red: I told you I was working tonight.
Lacy: Standing in front of a bunch of old women, talking about who knows what? I highly doubt that’s working.
Red: Remember the other night, I told you I had a big thing coming up for work?
Lacy: Yeah…what about it?
Red: Well this has to do with it. I have a Championship match against my current rival in a few days. I need to be in tip top shape for it. And one thing that helps is getting inside your opponents head. Trust me, I didn’t lie to you. This is all work. And you are more than welcome to stay if you like.
Lacy: I will stay for a few minutes, but then I have to be at the bar. My shift starts at 9.
Red: Of course babe. Please, come on in.
The two walk in, hand in hand. Lacy breaks off and grabs a chair at the back of the auditorium. She sits and watches. Red rushes back up to the stage. He hops up and grabs the microphone.
Red: Bill, if you would, the projector please. It’s time.
Bill wheels the projector in and sets everything up. The lights dim down.
Red: I know some of you don’t know exactly who I am, but I am officially starting my campaign to be your favorite wrestler. I will right the wrongs, stop the nonsense and the bullshit. I will actually earn the privilege to be called, your mom’s favorite wrestler, when I walk out to that ring. You will love me and I will earn your respect. But before I go, I have one final thing. And before I share that, are there any questions?
Two women raise their hands. One of them is Lacy. Red points to an older women in the front row.
Old Woman: I’m not even sure why I am here… I forgot my medicine, and next thing I know, I’m here at this speech thing.
Red: Well, ma’am, we will get you taken care of in just a minute. Ed, please help her out. And yes, you in the back young woman.
Lacy stands up and moves forward.
Lacy: What makes you think you can beat him? I did some research while I waited, you have yet to pin him and you’ve been in the same ring numerous times.
Red: Can I beat him? I don’t think, I know I can. Klaus has always underestimated myself, and my abilities. He has always just written me off like old news, but I know I am better than him.
Random Woman: How do you know that? How can you convince us?
Red: Bill, kill the lights and start it up.
The lights shut off completely and the projector lights up the wall directly behind Red.
Red: You see, Klaus underestimates me. Why, I will never know. But I have proven one thing to him, I will not quit! I will take on Klaus whenever and wherever. For instance...I will fight, Klaus vonKnorre on a boat…
Or Klaus vonKnorre, with a goat!
Klaus vonKnorre when the score is tied…
Or Klaus vonKnorre as a blushing bride!
I will fight Klaus vonKnorre while he is taking a quiz…
Or Klaus vonKnorre as the total jackass that he is!
You see ladies, I will fight Klaus anytime. And I will prove, that the Cross Hemisphere Championship, truly is mine!
The lights come back on, the projector shuts off and all of the women stand up and applaud for Red. He takes a bow and heads straight off the stage and right up to Lacy. He grabs her, gives her a big kiss and the two walk out. Bill and Ed begin taking things down and cleaning up as the scene ends.
LATER ON THURSDAY NIGHT, AT O’MALLEY’S…
The bar is slightly more crowded than before. Red is sitting at the bar with Bill, sharing a round of the usual beverages. Ed walks in with a smile on his face. Lacy grabs a Blue Moon from the ice box and hands it right to him.
Ed: Good news, I got you the interview with Glasses tomorrow. The guys seems really friggin’ weird though.
Red: That’s what I’ve been hearing. But he is a huge fan of the business, so maybe I’ll get a decent interview for a change.
Bill: You sure this isn’t some kind of a set up? I know he works for the PMN, but they have been on a tear lately, just taking everyone out.
Red: It’ll be fine.
Red sips his rum, and as Lacy walks around the bar, Red pats her on the ass. She looks back and shoots him a sexy, seductive smile.
Bill: You bastard. You fucked her!
Red: No.
Bill: Bullshit.
Red: I swear.
Bill: You did something.
Red: We had dinner the other night. We’ve kissed a few times. Nothing crazy.
Bill: I told you you couldn’t stay away. Business my ass.
Red: Her ass is great business.
Bill: Fair enough.
Ed: What did I miss?
Bill: A whole lot man, a whole lot.
Ed: Someone want to fill me in?
Bill: Yeah, on the plane ride on Saturday.
Red and Bill chuckle for a moment at the sarcastic comment.
Red: Great to have you back Ed.
Ed: Good to be back, boss.
Bill: Good seeing you brother.
Bill and Red laugh and Ed just shakes his head. The three men clink their drinks and each take a sip. End scene.
FRIDAY AFTERNOON
The camera fades in on two studio chairs, already set up. The man called Glasses is already sitting on one, mic’d up and ready to go. Red is standing next to the other one, trying to fix his lapel mic so it isn’t muffle by his shirt. He is getting more and more frustrated. He finally stops, and just swings it around the back of his neck and it hangs on the other side.
Glasses: How are we doing today, Mr. Fusion?
Red Fusion: We? Do you have a mouse in your pocket or something?
Glasses: Nevermind. Shall we begin the interview?
Red Fusion: Before we start, I’ve got a question. What the fuck is up with your article on me in the tabloids?
Glasses: Well, do you enjoy the truth Mr. Fusion? Or do you enjoy being lied to and told nothing but bullshit?
Red Fusion: But it isn’t true. Almost all of what you said was a lie.
Glasses: Regardless. The article I wrote isn’t the reason I agreed to this interview. I have a few questions I need to ask you before you head into your match at Battle Ground. If you want to address the article again in the future, make an appointment with my office.
Red just shakes his head, frustrated at the obvious run around he is getting. Glasses pulls out a stack of note cards and rummages through them for a moment. He stops and pulls one up.
Glasses: Alright, here we go. Mr. Fusion, What do you see as the outcome of this match?
Red Fusion: I see me finally doing what I’ve set out to do. I will finally silence the critics. Prove to the world I am not washed up, delusional, or a has been. I still have it. I can still wrestle. And I can go with the very best this company has to offer. I will fight hard, he will fight hard. We will batter and destroy each other. We will leave each other laying in pools of our own blood. We will fight until there is absolutely nothing left. But only one man can climb that ladder to success. And that man will be me. I’m sick of all the negativity, and I will change that. Battle Ground, this company will crown a new, and the ONLY 4 time Cross Hemisphere Champion in history, me.
Glasses: Will your strategy be any different in this match as opposed to the others you've had with each other?
Red Fusion: Of course it will be different.
Glasses: Why is that?
Red Fusion: New rules.
Glasses: New rules?
Red Fusion: Every time I’ve face him, it’s been under certain rules. Tag team, fatal four way, one on one standard. This time, new rules. Tables, Ladders, and Chairs. No Disqualification, no count out, only way to win is to pull the belt down. New rules, new plan. This is the match that determines the winner of a war.
Red takes a moment, taking a sip of water while Glasses looks for another question.
Glasses: Thank you for your explanation. Do you see this match as finally concluding the KvK vs Red Fusion saga?
Red Fusion: Honestly? No.
Glasses: What do you mean no?
Red Fusion: Think about it. Klaus worked his ass off to get that belt. I have been up in his face since I came back some months ago. When I win, he isn’t going to just walk away from it. He can’t allow me to take his title and that’s it. He will want his rematch. And I won’t ever back down from a challenge. So we will go back and forth. He will get his rematch, and probably won’t stop until he beats me for the title. The way I see it, if I lose, I walk away and move on to something else. But that isn’t going to happen. I know Klaus. He won’t stop until he gets revenge. He’s a vengeful person. This won’t be over after Battle Ground.
Glasses: Mr. Fusion, when you made your return, would you have chased after Klaus even if he didn’t have the Cross Hemisphere Title?
Red Fusion: No, I wouldn’t have.
Glasses: Why not?
Red Fusion: I don’t know if you remember, but when I came back, it was a bit before his match against Alan Wallace. When I made my comeback, Wallace was still the Champ. I made my challenge against him. It just so happened that Klaus won that night, so I got a match with him instead.
Glasses: What if Klaus lost his title to Ezekial Pax a few weeks ago, would you still want to fight him now?
Red Fusion: Absolutely.
Glasses: Please, explain.
Red Fusion: I told you before, Klaus made it personal. So regardless of the outcome of his match with Pax, I would go after him at this pay per view. And after I beat him, I would go for Pax and the Cross Hemisphere Title.
Glasses: Do you agree with the statement that Mr. Pax made, that you two are involved in a feud?
Red Fusion: Not in the least. Sure, I can’t stand the fucking guy, but who can? That doesn’t mean we are engaged in some sort of rivalry. I will say, he certainly isn’t on the list of people I trust.
Glasses: Who is on that list, Mr. Fusion?
Red Fusion: You know most of them, Bill, Ed, James, Holden.
Glasses: That seems like an awfully short list of friends. One of them is no longer competing, the other is booked in a huge main event match, and the other two are just valets. Do you really think, if things get harry, you will have the proper back up?
Red Fusion: Things will be fine out there. I trust Bill, Ed, and the friends I left off the list.
Glasses: Secrets don’t make friends, Mr. Fusion.
Red Fusion: I have plenty of friends, Spectacles.
Glasses: Mr. Fusion, will your head be entirely focussed on the match at hand?
Red Fusion: Why wouldn’t it?
Glasses: It seems that in the last week, you have been focussed on a devilishly good looking women, that seemed to have popped up out of nowhere. Mr. Leonard is now back in the picture, and you are a bit all over the place with your actions outside of the ring.
Red Fusion: Listen here, you little shit. I am focussed. I haven’t been this focussed in years. I am ready to kick this stupid German’s sorry ass all over San Jose. KvK is one tough son of a bitch, but I assure you, Coke Bottles, that I will do whatever needs to be done to be declared the winner. There are no rules in this match. No prisoners will be taken. Two things will prevail in this match, Solo Cup.
Glasses: What might those things be?
Red Fusion: Maximum Carnage, and me.
Glasses: One final question, Mr. Fusion. You blew everything on this one match, this one shot, and the question everyone wants answered: are you having second thoughts?
Red Fusion: Second thoughts? What kind of stupid ass question is that? Of course not! I wouldn’t just throw $6 million out to piss it away. Passion my friend, it’s what a lot of people think I lack. But they clearly haven’t been watching me. I think I will get the “most annoying character” award at the awards show. Why? Because I’m persistent as fuck. I won’t let this go until it’s settled, in my eyes. And in my eyes, after Battle Ground, it will be over. Now, if you have anything else, oh well. I’m done with this interview. Good day.
Glasses: Thank you, Mr. Fusi——
Red Fusion: I SAID GOOD DAY!
Red gets up, pulls his lapel mic from his neck and throws it to the ground. He walks off the set as Glasses just sits there, shaking his head. End.
