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05/13/14
Corpus Christi, Texas
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* We open the scene with a clear view of open wilderness a few miles outside of Corpus Christi, Texas. The birds are heard singing in various spots throughout the vast landscape, the wind is heard moving through the branches of the trees while crickets and other insects try their best to be a functioning part of the massive habitat. A few seconds later, we recognize the unmistakable hum of a pickup truck approaching from the distance. We cut to a close up of a squirrel touching noses with a rabbit just a few seconds before they are crushed to death underneath the rubber of a moving tire. Several more trucks speed through the frame, pumping country music on their stereos while waving the Confederate flag. The drivers and passengers appear to be uneducated, unkempt and a product of Southern racism judging from their various bumper stickers endorsing the Ku Klux Klan. We follow the trucks towards a landing in the woods where a large wooden crucifix is set up. There are several other men surrounding the area who are all dressed in white robes and pointed cloaks to help mask their identities. We roll past a large banner attached to two wooden posts that reads ‘Welcome White Knights of Corpus Christi’ and move closer to the center of the clearing where all of the men have gathered in a large circle. A man that is clearly out of shape, so much that he is forced to walk with a cane, appears to be the brains of the operation. His robe is the only one that is colored red. He removes the cover on his hood and reveals his hideous mug, looking like a cross between a Duck Dynasty reject and something out of a horror movie *
Klan Wizard: Alright ya’ll, are we ready to get started are what? Where the hell are Robbie Joe and Jimmy Jack? Are they still dragging ass?
Klansman #1: Last I heard and they had to stop and gets some gas. They’ll be here any minute now.
Klan Wizard: Damn sure better be or we’re startin’ without ‘em.
* The cameras cut to another part of the wilderness where a pickup truck is parked in the shade. As we move closer we can hear the sound of duct tape being stretched mixed with the indistinct muffle of someone trying to speak from underneath a gag. Directly behind the trucks we discover two out of shape rednecks; lying on the ground in their boxers. Their hands and wrists are tied with rope and their mouths are concealed with tape. They both appear to be slightly injured judging from the blood rushing from their nostrils. Suddenly, cameras capture the backside of a large man step into frame directly in front of the two rednecks. The much fatter one begins to scream bloody murder as the unidentified man leans down and grinds the lit end of a Cuban cigar into his forehead *
Klan Wizard: Did ya’ll just hear something?
Klansman #1: What do you mean, boss? We’s in the woods so we’re gonna hear lots of stuff, you know? Like the wind. And the birds...
Klan Wizard: I ain’t talking ‘bout no damn birds you dum sumb###h! It sounded like a scream.
Klansman #1: I didn’t hear nothin’ like that. You sure you ain’t been drinkin’ today?
Klan Wizard: Hell no, I ain’t been drinkin’. I’m stone sober right now.
* The sound of a pickup is heard approaching in the distance *
Klansman #2: There’s them boys right now.
* A few seconds later the same pickup truck we saw parked in the shade slowly drives into the frame. The driver side door open and a large man steps out wearing the same outfit as everyone else. The Klan Wizard approaches the man in the robe and cocks his head to the side, expressing his confusion *
Klan Wizard: Well I’ll a dead dog’s dick on the fourth of damn July. What the hell took you so long, JJ? And where’s the hell’s your boyfriend?
Jimmy Jack: Who?
Klan Wizard: Well, just who the hell do you think I’m talking about, boy? You and Robbie Joe might as well share the same brain since the two of you ain’t got a lick of sense between ya.
Jimmy Jack: Oh. Robbie. Right. He got the shits from drinking too much moonshine. He said he’ll be coming by later.
Klan Wizard: I thought you said he was allergic to moonshine.
Jimmy Jack: He is. Why do you think it gave him the shits?
* The wizard laughs out loud *
Klan Wizard: #### it, we’ll go ahead and get started. There ain’t no sense in waitin’ on him since it’s nothin’ he hasn’t seen before.
Jimmy Jack: You’re probably right about that.
* A few of the klansmen stop and direct their attention towards Jimmy Jack *
Jimmy Jack: I mean, damn right! Dumb sumb###h shoulda’ checked his diaper before we left the trailer.
* The klansmen laugh at Jimmy Jack’s comment about Robbie Joe and they follow the wizard towards the other men. They all find different spots in the circle as the overweight man makes his way to a spot a few inches away from the bottom of the large cross. He motions for the men to sit down and they all take a moment to get comfortable *
Klan Wizard: Alright ya’ll. Before we get started with tonight’s cookout I wanna do something different for a change.
Klansman #2: What do you mean ‘different’? It ain’t nothing gay, is it?
Klansman #1: Why? You gettin’ yer hopes up, homo?
* A few of the men laugh at the insult directed towards klansman # 2 *
Klan Wizard: If ya’ll just shut your ####in’ mouths for half a second I’ll tell ya.
Klansman #2: Okay then, damn. You ain’t gotta get your balls in a twist.
Klan Wizard: Tonight I wanna go ‘round the circle and give everyone a chance to share a little something about how their lives have changed since joining the brotherhood. It don’t gotta be a damn book...Clyde...
* All of the klansmen focus their sight towards one individual man sitting on the far end of the circle *
Clyde: What? I didn’t say nothing.
* He says while shrugging his shoulders *
Klansman #3: Yea, let’s keep it that way, damnit.
Klan Wizard: But it does have to be something personal about your relationship with the klan. Let’s start with Junior here and move all the way around ‘till we make a full circle. Alright boy, you got the floor. Let’s hear it.
Junior: What am I supposed to say?
Klan Wizard: Well shit fire, Junior! Didn’t you hear a word I just said?
Junior: I wasn’t really listenin’.
Klan Wizard: See, this is another reason why you never made it past the third grade, boy. I put a lot of damn effort into that speech and I ain’t gonna repeat myself just because you can’t pull your head out of your ass for two seconds--
* Jimmy Jack speaks up *
Jimmy Jack: Do ya’ll mind if I take the wheel on this one?
Klan Wizard: Be my guest, Jimmy Jack. Speak on, brother.
Jimmy Jack: Right. Well, the first thing I gotta say is I love being a racist. I wake up every day at the crack of dawn in my double wide trailer to my toothless cousin of a wife. And you know something? I have the klan to thank for that. If it wasn’t for the brotherhood there’s no telling where I would be right now. Sure, holding a normal job and striving to be a constant success was great and all but it ain’t nothin’ compared to what I do now. Every month I get a check in the mail and instead of using the money for bills and child support; I spend it on beer, crystal meth and porn. I have the klan to thank for that. Before I joined the brotherhood I had no idea what I was going to do with my life. I was lost and ya’ll showed me the way. Before I learned the way of the white knights, I was destined for failure.
Klansman #1: Amen, brother!
Jimmy Jack: And even though there are times when I have to defend the traditional name of the klan against close minded traitors like Willy Draconis, I’m still willing to do whatever I have to do to prove my loyalty to the brotherhood.
Klansman #3: Wait a second. Go back.
Jimmy Jack: Go back where?
Klansman #3: To the part about the Willy guy.
Jimmy Jack: Draconis?
Klansman #3: Yea. Him. I know I’ve heard that name before.
Klansman #2: Wasn’t he the Mexican fella on American idol?
Klan Wizard: No, he damn sure wasn’t. William Draconis is a race trading piece of shit that turned his back on the white knights. He was originally from Corpus Christi before he decided to spit in the face of his own heritage. He was brought into the brotherhood but we never gave him membership because he kept showing the signs of a traitor. The last I heard he was gonna try to be a pro wrestler but that was a long time ago. He’s probably homeless by now.
Jimmy Jack: He ain’t homeless.
Klansman #2: How do you know?
Jimmy Jack: “Cause I know. That’s how.
Klansman #3: I saw him on TV a few weeks ago. He wasn’t wrestling but he was driving the General Lee like they had in Dukes of Hazzard. I bet that thing has a four fifty big block with mud flappers in the back—
* The wizard grows an expression of sudden realization on his face as he interrupts klansman #3 *
Klan Wizard: Did you say he had the General Lee?
Klansman #3: He could have been renting out a replica but yea, boss. It looks just like the real thing.
Klan Wizard: GOD-DAMMIT!!! That ####ing dog dick SUMb###h!
* The wizard angrily springs to his feet and throws down his hood into the dirt. He continues to scream vulgarities while showing his obvious frustration *
Klan Wizard: That car ain’t no god damn replica! It’s the same one he stole from my brother’s sister’s cousin’s great aunt’s custom body shop. That little bastard made it a point to disappear in a damn hurry and now I know why he was so eager to get out of town. SON OF A b###h!
* The wizard leans down and picks up his hood. He starts wiping the dirt off as he moves away from the circle *
Klansman #1: He’s pretty mad, huh?
Jimmy Jack: I would say so. I don’t think he has a very high opinion of Draconis right now.
Klansman #3: You’re kinda talking funny, Jimmy Jack. Usually, we can’t understand nothin’ you say but tonight it’s the other way around.
Jimmy Jack: What do you mean?
Klansman #3: You’re talking with words you ain’t never said before.
Jimmy Jack: Which words are you referring to?
Klansman #3: See! He’s doing it again!
Klansman #1: I don’t know about the rest of you brothers but I smell me some bullshit.
* Klansman #2 begins sniffing the air *
Klansman #2: Nah, that’s just the fertiziler they gotta lay down when they cut the grass--
* Klansman #1 winds up his hand and smacks Klansman #2 upside his head *
Klansman #1: It was a metafur, you ####in’ dipshit! Damn, Momma must have been smoking crack when she was pregnant with you....HEY! Where you going, JJ?
* Jimmy Jack is seen walking away from the group. He turns around and faces the other Klansmen *
Jimmy Jack: I gotta take a piss.
* He turns away from the ground and walks towards the back of the large crucifix. He notices a fuse near the very bottom and begins removing a lighter from his pocket. Jimmy Jack purposely drops the lighter on the ground and then leans over to pick it up. He grabs hold of the lighter and ignites the flame, takes a few steps forward and inches the flame towards the fuse *
Klansman #1: Wait a god damn second, ya’ll. It looks like JJ is trying get his damn self killed.
Klansman #2: You know you ain’t supposed to be doing that, JJ!
Klan Wizard: Jimmy Jack! What the #### do you think you’re doing, boy! Get away from that damn cross right now! We ain’t even started the ceremony yet!
Jimmy Jack: First of all, asshole. My name isn’t Jimmy, Jack, Ray, Cletus or anything related to southern inbreeding. Secondly, I’m not your ####ing boy.
* Jimmy Jack removes the hood and tosses it aside, revealing his identity as *
Clyde: It’s Michael James! The H Dubya A World Heavyweight Champ!
* Michael James cocks his head to the side, glaring at the Klansman with an expression of surprised astonishment *
Michael James: I can’t believe that inbred just stole my ####ing line.
Klan Wizard: Hey Clyde. Can I speak to you for a second over here?
* The Klan Wizard pulls Clyde aside away from everyone else *
Clyde: I messed up again, huh?
Klan Wizard: You see what happens when you decide to speak? You make us look like we don’t know what we’re doing.
Michael James: I hate to break it to you, douche bag, but you do that well enough on your own. And as for the white knights of Corpus Christi, you assholes can consider this meeting adjourned.
* James lights the fuse and steps away from the cross. The fire ignites from the bottom and begins to quickly work its way up the crucifix, catching to the massive amounts gasoline and kerosene. James lunges at the cross with an Osaka Spike Kick, smashing out the back support keeping the cross standing upright. *
Klansman #2: That’s not good.
* The burning cross begins to gradually fall forward as several of the klansmen run for cover *
Klan Wizard: Everybody get the #### out the way!!! MOVE! She’s coming down!
* Clyde stands directly below the falling crucifix showing no sign of panic *
Clyde: See, now that’s a purty fire, I tell you what.
* The Klan Wizard pulls Clyde out of the way just as the flaming crucifix crashes to the ground, directly on top of several klansmen who failed to move out of the way in time. Clyde and the Klan Wizard begin pulling men from underneath the blazing crucifix as James watches from afar, laughing to himself as he brings a Cuban cigar to his mouth *
Michael James: I guess that’s jenga.
* He turns away from the wreckage as several of the klansmen are seen tossing their burnt robes to the ground. Other men who suffered burn damage are found rolling around on the grass while Clyde pours beer on top of their wounds *
Clyde: You gotta stop, drop and roll, boy. Stop, drop and roll!
Klansman #3: Shut the hell up, Clyde!
Klansman #2: Shut the hell up, Clyde!
Klan Wizard: Shut the hell up, Clyde!
* All three men yell in unison while pointing their negative energy at Clyde. A few seconds later a static feed interrupts the footage *
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05/14/14
Dallas, Texas
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* The scene cuts to an aerial view above downtown Dallas. A short montage begins to roll featuring footage of Big Tex, former president John F Kennedy, the Dallas Cowboys and the famous Sportatorium Arena; a building once used to host World Class Championship Wrestling. The image uses a crossfade transition to show the current state of the building. What once stood as a famous landmark amongst wrestling fans throughout the world, now stood as a rotting heap of garbage that no one wanted to claim. The roof had been falling apart since the building was condemned by the city in the early 90’s. The floors and walls of the arena were cracking away on a regular basis, making it a safety hazard for anyone wishing to visit the historic site. A black stretch limousine rolls into the parking lot and stops directly in front of the dilapidated wreckage. The back door swings open and a few seconds later viewers gain sight of Michael James stepping out of the vehicle. He has the HWA World Championship draped over his shoulder and his trademark sunglasses covering his eyes. James faces the remains of the building’s demolition and grows a smile on his face *
Michael James: Hello there beautiful. Did you miss Daddy?
* James shuffles forward and grows a smile on his face as he notices a sign that reads ‘Private Property – Future Home of Black Eye Entertainment Production Studio’. He looks away from the sign and moves closer to the wreckage, dragging his feet along a few shards of broken glass. He turns away from the mess and faces the camera *
Michael James: Once upon a time there was a magical place where people could go to witness the progression and development of the wrestling business. Back in those days, people didn’t care if what they were watching was a question of being real or fake because they were getting what they paid for. Every Saturday night the fans would drop whatever they were doing so they could rush to the Sportatorium and find a seat before they ran out of chairs. The National Wrestling Alliance found a gem in the city of Dallas, Texas and decided to see how far the promotion was willing to go. Soon enough, the WCCW had become more than just a hometown promotion. It became a home to men like the Von Erichs, Michael Hayes and the Freebirds, Iceman King Parsons, Bruiser Brody, Chris Adams, One Man Gang and miscellaneous others that helped make the business what it is today. If it hadn’t been for World Class Championship Wrestling, there’s no telling what things would be like. That company provided the type of influence that turned natural born losers into world champions. It provided an experience that people would remember and share with everyone they knew. These days it’s damn near impossible to find anything remotely close to the rush people felt at those shows. As far as I’m concerned the business has lost its sense of style. The worst part is I’m the only one that appears to give a shit and that puts a lot of unnecessary weight on my shoulders.
* He returns the limousine and leans back against the vehicle. He reaches inside of his jacket and removes his cellular phone from his pocket. He uses the camera to take a photograph of the wreckage *
Michael James: And don’t get me wrong. I have no problems when it comes to carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders. I’ve been doing it since the moment I signed with the HWA and took the All Star Championship from Judas Mercury. I knew I was on my own and had no choice but to consistently watch my back no matter who or what they decided to throw in front of me. That wasn’t a problem. If it was I wouldn’t be setting records or changing the course of history. More importantly, I wouldn’t be the undefeated World Champion. I would be someone like William Draconis or Steve Angel. Luckily, I don’t have the tainted blood of a million hillbillies and inbreds rushing through my veins. Instead, I was blessed with the blood of a champion and that’s why I have no problems being the very best in the business. William Draconis will never know what that’s like because he doesn’t have the ability to make things happen. That’s why he will never know what it’s like to be a champion no matter how much shit he spits from his mouth. Steve Angel did the exact same thing and everyone saw what happened there. He decided to have a war of wits with the Personification of Perfection. He wanted to see exactly how much he could piss me off before I decided to break him. Luckily, he didn’t make it very far. I told him how much of an idiot he was and he had no choice but to accept the truth. It’s like I’ve said before. I’m a realist. Unlike you Draconis, I see things clearly because I’m not out here making promises I can’t keep. I told everyone I was going to be the next HWA World Champion and none of you wanted to accept it. Senester was the only one who believed in me because unlike the rest of you spineless assholes he has the ability to recognize natural talent and flawless perfection.
* James removes the HWA World Championship from his shoulder. He casually removes his jacket and places it on top of the hood of the limousine. He grows a devious smile on his face as he turns to face the camera, wearing a black t-shirt sporting the official Dark Horse emblem *
Michael James: I have always had a very high opinion of Senester. He runs a tight ship and puts up with a lot of crap that most promoters would refuse to tolerate. He knows his way around the ring and has no problems making things happen according to his own twisted design. Much like the Personification of Perfection, Senester is a man that relies on his brute intelligence to get the job done. He’s kept the HWA in business for over a decade and has no intentions of slowing down anytime soon. When I signed with the company he was the first man to extend his hand to me out of respect. When people like Butch Parker and Freddie Styles were trying to convince me I was nothing, Senester was encouraging me to make them suffer for their mistakes. He knew I wasn’t lying when I said I was a man of my word. He knew I was right when I said I was better than the rest of you. And now here we are, one year later, and I’m the undefeated World Heavyweight Champion. Tell me something Draconis, how many titles have you managed to win in the last year? If the answer is zero then I guess you really have no business being in the same ring as me. If you couldn’t make it past a mid card piece of delusional shit like Freddie Styles there’s no way in hell you’re going to be making it out of this match in one piece. I’m sorry Billy but that’s just the way things are meant to be. You might be well forget your high hopes and learn how to live with disappointment because that’s the only choice you have left right now. And yes, I’m well aware you’re going to try and disagree with everything I’m saying right now. Because you’re a ‘dragon’, right? Give me a ####ing break.
* James releases a loud scoff and follows it with a cynical laugh *
Michael James: I don’t see a dragon when I look at you, Billy. I see a weak b###h that would be nothing if it hadn’t been for Steve Angel. So you were one half of the HWA Tag Team Champions close to four years ago. Who the #### cares? Let me ask you the same question I asked Michael Dredge. What the hell have you done lately? My guess is you’re either going to tell me you haven’t done shit or you’re going to try and ignore the question. But that’s fine because I already know the answer and it’s not one that you want to hear. I’ll be completely honest with you, Draconis. I don’t like you. I think you’re a waste of time that fails to bring anything to the table. You want to be a dragon but all you can do is blow smoke out of your ass. The last time I checked dragons were supposed to be able to spit fire the way I’m doing right now. Do us both a favor, asshole. Go out and find yourself a moniker that fits your pathetic personality. Like a cockroach. Personally, I could care less what you want to call yourself because you’re still going to be the same piece of shit you’ve always been in the past. A name isn’t going to change the fact that you suck, Billy. If you had the strength of a dragon you wouldn’t be losing to insignificant douche bags like Freddie Styles. If you had the heart of a warrior you would have the All Star Championship strapped around your waist. But you don’t have the championship because you aren’t worthy of greatness. You’re still the same uneducated hick you were when you left Corpus Christi. You may have been able to surpass the ku klux klan but you aren’t going to make it past Michael James. I’m more than you can handle. I’m better than you could ever dream to be. I’m the undefeated World Heavyweight Champion, you stupid son of a b###h.
* James moves away from the limousine and approaches the camera. He begins pointing towards the faceplate of the HWA World Championship *
Michael James: This is the closest you will ever get to my championship, Billy. I don’t care what secret weapons you try to pull out your ass because I’ve seen it all before. Butch Parker tried to convince me I was nothing and now he’s wishing he never heard the name Michael James. What makes you think I won’t do the same to you? You aren’t special. You aren’t unique. And most of all, you aren’t championship material. The way I see it I could break both of your legs and the rest of us would be happy to see you go. You just need to understand something. I don’t have a reason to keep you around. I could care less what happens to you because your name holds no actual value to me or anyone else. No one cares about “The Cockroach King” William Draconis. They care about hearing from the face of the company and that’s me. Do you really think anyone would willingly pay good money with intentions of seeing you lose to Freddie Styles? Get real, shit head. I’m the one putting the asses in the seats so that means I’m the one they’re paying to see. Not you. I’m the one that arrived out of nowhere and turned the company upside down. Not you. Despite what anyone says the HWA hasn’t been the same since I took control. They aren’t used to having an asshole in charge. But at the same time there’s nothing they can do about it. Do you really think you’re going to be able to succeed where so many others have failed? If so, I wish you the best of luck.
* James moves to the back of the limo and the driver grabs hold of the handle. He opens the door and allows the HWA World Champion to step inside of the vehicle. After moving back to the front, the driver gets behind the wheel and closes the door. He places the limo in drive and pulls the vehicle out of the parking lot. The frame slowly fades to black *
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