Several hours after Havoc has taken place, the furore surrounding the closing moments has only just started to die down. The fans have long since spilled out of the arena and most of the talent have begun their trips home or back to their Chicago accommodation.
Sean Parker is still in the United Center. He’s back in his street clothes, pacing back and forth, his cell phone against his ear. Michelle Learner is still with him, sat one of the couches on whilst on her own cell phone.
(Sean): No, I told you! For the thousandth time, Miller! Matt Miller! Em Eh Tee Tee, Matt! No, I’m Scottish, ya bawbag….No I’m Scottish, he’s Irish…. No, that doesn’t mean we’re related! Look, ya big walloper, can you or can you not tell me what’s going on with my friend….you’re kidding me….tomorrow?! Can I see him? Hello?
Sean peels the cell phone away from his face and looks at his screen to see that he’s been hung up on. He rolls his eyes and throws his cell phone on the couch next to Michelle.
(Sean): F**kin’ guy was as useful as a chocolate kettle…
He looks over and sees Michelle on the phone.
(Michelle): Yes, I’m just looking for an update on Sarah Callahan? I’m with the Hardcore Wrestling Alliance… yes, ma’am, I deal with talent relations, Mr and Mrs Parker need to know the status of her condition for insurance purposes…. Yes….I see…. Thank you…and where are visiting times? Thank you, we’ll have someone come and check on her.
Sean somehow manages a small smile at Michelle’s telephony tactics.
(Sean): So you work in Talent Relations now?
Michelle smiles and shrugs, putting her cell phone away.
(Michelle): It was only a white lie and I knew they wouldn’t give me the information because I’m not a family member. You don’t think Butch or Wisdom will mind?
(Sean): Please. After everything that happened tonight, you phoning the hospital to check on Sarah is the least of their problems.
Michelle smiles at Sean’s attempt to put her mind at ease.
(Michelle): Did you find anything about Matt?
Sean rolls his eyes.
(Sean): Shower of useless bawbags. He’s apparently being processed and won’t be released until tomorrow morning at the earliest if someone posts bail.
Sean leans back against the wall, his head tilting back and touching it too and he closes his eyes, bringing his hands up to his face. Michelle can see how upset and frustrated Sean is. They were still figuring out exactly what the two of them were at this stage but she could already get a sense for his emotions and vibes from him. Like his uncle, a typical Parker, Sean was very easy to read. She wasn’t sure exactly how to play this. She gets to her feet and walks over to him and gently pulls his hands down and strokes the backs of his hands with her thumb.
(Sean): Tonight was such a mess, Michelle… I’ve never seen Matt like that before, he looked like he wanted to kill Maniac and then what he pulled with his bus. You’re lucky to be alive! If Matt hadn’t acted like Spider-Man, Lord knows what would’ve happened to you and Sarah…
(Michelle): But we’re fine, Sean. Sarah’s got a bump to the head and she’ll be allowed to be discharged tomorrow, Jeremy’s being kept in for observation.
(Sean): I can’t believe that prick-sorry, that idiot, Bryan Deas! Sneak-attacking Jeremy like that! If Sensei hadn’t put me on lockdown, I could’ve helped him! And Fallen and Legion, wait till I get my hands on them, after what they pulled…
Michelle looks confused.
(Michelle): What did they do exactly?
Sean stops short of telling Michelle exactly what The Darqsiders had said about her but he can see their faces in his mind, repeating their disgusting words.
(Fallen): You haven’t got into that Michelle pie yet, have you son? You see, what that little holy girl needs is a man of experience. I’ll make her scream “God” more times than she can count.
(Legion): Hell naw, me first. I like them pretty little blonde things, with them sweet, innocent lips. You wanna watch? You wanna watch Parker boy?… You must wanna go back to that chair my old man put you in?
(Michelle): Sean…Sean, hey!
Sean snaps out of his stupor.
(Sean): Sorry…
(Michelle): So what did they do?
(Sean): Um….they just said some very…unsavoury things…about…you….that I’m not even going to repeat…and I’m trying very hard with every fibre in my being not to curse and kick a hole in this wall…
(Michelle): You’re very sweet, Sean, you know that?
Michelle reaches up and gives him a gentle kiss on the cheek.
(Michelle): Do me a favor and try to get some rest. I’m going to visit Michelle and check in on Jeremy too.
(Sean): I’ll try…
Michelle gives him another smile before squeezing his hand and she turns around leaves the dressing room. Sean exhales deeply, resuming his back-and-head-against the-wall-stance.
(Sean): I’m gonna f**king break those pricks faces…
Sean grabs his duffel bag filled with his ring gear. As he steps outside the locker room a camera crew are about five feet in front of him. He’s slightly taken aback but quickly regains his bearings.
(Sean): Well that was eventful night, wasn’t it? Three of my closest friends almost got killed by a psychopath, Jeremy got attacked by a has-been wannabe legend, and I got screwed in my first televised match in eight years…speaking of which…Michelle if you’re watching this later, please switch over…Fallen and Legion…
Sean stops and the camera stops with him. He dumps his duffel on the ground and points at the camera.
(Sean): You two sick f***king pricks made two huge mistakes tonight… you decided to stick your backwater, inbred noses into my business just because my uncle kicked you out of the arena…and you spoke ill of Michelle… she is the sweetest, nicest girl you’ll ever meet and make no mistake, I will not abide that. Where you come from, it might be common practice to shag your own sister and have family get togethers where your aunties and your sisters are one and the same, but where I come from, the way I was raised, we treat women with respect…and guess what? I’m not the naive sixteen year-old rookie that got in his over his head all those years ago…
Sean feels his blood boiling now.
(Sean): I’m Sean f**king Parker. I made the PWI 500 Top 20 despite not wrestling on TV since 2015, I fought back from being a paraplegic to be one of the most exciting pro wrestlers in the world, I earned my black belt in Shotokan Karate under Sensei Matthew… I am the first-ever second generation superstar in this company’s history… not only did you disrespect a girl that means a great deal to me but you also robbed me of the most important night of my career and if you think I’m just going to let that either of those incidents slide, you have another thing coming. You think you have your hands full with The World Powers? You haven’t seen anything yet. You’ve opened Pandora’s Box, lads and you’re not gonna like what it’s inside. Watch your backs!
Sean gives the camera one long, menacing stare before grabbing his duffel and walking off-camera as the scene fades to black.
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