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2 on 1 Handicap: Christopher Flair© and John McHenry vs Syn
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John stands outside the gym at the corner of Muncie and Grovner. A small place owned by a man that had been closer to John than his own father. He paced back and forth talking on his cellphone.
John McHenry: Bruce I’m telling you it’s all about an impact. These fans they kind of love me. I’m been in the business for fifteen years now and this is the first time I think they’ve ever been fully behind me…Yeah I know I’m a heel but like I said last week I’m done being branded. It’s not about what the writers want it’s about what I want and if I get in a ring and I want to win that match. Then it doesn’t matter what the writers want all that matters is my ability versus the other guy in the ring. I’ve been booked to lose far to much.
John unlocks the door, using his shoulder to position his cellphone next to his ear to listen to his brother Bruce. Fiddling with the keys he finally finds the right one.
John McHenry: Yeah I’m trying to get in the gym…I know which key it is. You know I’ve gotten the most air time out of any ACW talent. That’s right zero wins but I’m must see TV. I came back to show these younger guys that retirement ages isn’t thirty-two. Just because I’ve made money doing other things doesn’t mean I can’t continue to do what I love. This bullshit with me and Allen is over. No, no. I just have my sights… on a bigger prize. What do you mean, what do I mean. It’s not my fault I never liked the kid.
John walks through the musty old gym setting his bag down in the office.
John McHenry: You know the both of us come and work in this gym maybe a month or two out of the year. What do you think about actually fixing it up? Having someone run it? Why don’t you come help me train and we can discuss it.
John hangs up putting his cellphone away. He looks around the dusty old gym letting the memories flow over him in waves. The only thing knew in the building was a picture of his father Bonesaw on the wall above the ring. He could hear him if he closed his eyes. Bonesaw is readieeee. Johns phone begins to ring so he pulls it out answering it.
Phone: Have you been seeking a change. We have the change you need in your sex life. For only…
John hangs up looking at the time on his cellphone. Wondering how long it would take his brother Bruce to arrive.
John McHenry: Seriously only thirteen minutes. This is ridiculous.
John begins fidgeting with his phone. Scrolling through his contacts he sees Tonya. His finger hovers over the call button. The phone dials.
John McHenry: Shit… Tonya hey it’s John…John McHenry I know my number is in your phone you knew exactly who it was…Well actually I didn’t mean to call I think I pocket dialed you. I was wondering? How much do I owe you for dinner the other night. Yeah… Yeah when I just left you sitting there for no good reason that night… Yeah including the dress, I really will buy it for you. I told you I would. You deserve it you looked good in it… No I don’t know what I’m trying to do… I’ve been a dick lately and well .
John sees a pair of headlights pull up behind his car outside aman gets out looking towards John’s car before going to the corner and unlocking the door to the gym and stepping inside.
John McHenry: Hey I’m sorry I gotta cut this short my brother just pulled up… Yeah I hadn’t been such an asshole to someone maybe I wouldn’t have gotten attacked trying to get a massage, but I deserved every kick she gave me… So did they higher you or was that pro bono. Talk to you soon, bye.
John stands looking at Bruce.
Bruce McGraw: She’s not what she used to be, but she gets the job done.
John looks around a film of dust covering almost everything the ring in perfect condition though as if it had been dropped into the gym after the rest of the building had been untouched for years.
Bruce McGraw: So the whole dickhead thing isn’t an act?
John McHenry: Let’s just say I’m moody but I can be a dick.
Bruce McGraw: I always knew it wasn’t an act. But I could also tell you had redeemable qualities. So who were you on the phone with?
Both men turn their backs to each other as they get there ring gear on.
John McHenry: Tonya an ex that recently decided to step back into my life.
Bruce McGraw: That the girl who kicked your ass?
John turns looking at him quizzically.
Bruce McGraw: Billy told me.
John continues his quizzical look.
Bruce McGraw: The Janitor seriously he’s worked with you in FEW, CWA, RSC, PWA and a half dozen other promotions hell he’s probably been in more federations than we have combined.
Both men head toward the ring John climbs up holding the ropes for his brother. Both men get to the center of the ring.
Bruce McGraw: So what am I supposed to teach you that you don’t already know.
John McHenry: Bruce, I don’t know shit…I’m a blank slate.
Bruce McGraw: Poor kid he won't see it coming.
Bruce McGraw: Poor kid won’t know what hit him.
John McHenry: Bruce I’m telling you it’s all about an impact. These fans they kind of love me. I’m been in the business for fifteen years now and this is the first time I think they’ve ever been fully behind me…Yeah I know I’m a heel but like I said last week I’m done being branded. It’s not about what the writers want it’s about what I want and if I get in a ring and I want to win that match. Then it doesn’t matter what the writers want all that matters is my ability versus the other guy in the ring. I’ve been booked to lose far to much.
John unlocks the door, using his shoulder to position his cellphone next to his ear to listen to his brother Bruce. Fiddling with the keys he finally finds the right one.
John McHenry: Yeah I’m trying to get in the gym…I know which key it is. You know I’ve gotten the most air time out of any ACW talent. That’s right zero wins but I’m must see TV. I came back to show these younger guys that retirement ages isn’t thirty-two. Just because I’ve made money doing other things doesn’t mean I can’t continue to do what I love. This bullshit with me and Allen is over. No, no. I just have my sights… on a bigger prize. What do you mean, what do I mean. It’s not my fault I never liked the kid.
John walks through the musty old gym setting his bag down in the office.
John McHenry: You know the both of us come and work in this gym maybe a month or two out of the year. What do you think about actually fixing it up? Having someone run it? Why don’t you come help me train and we can discuss it.
John hangs up putting his cellphone away. He looks around the dusty old gym letting the memories flow over him in waves. The only thing knew in the building was a picture of his father Bonesaw on the wall above the ring. He could hear him if he closed his eyes. Bonesaw is readieeee. Johns phone begins to ring so he pulls it out answering it.
Phone: Have you been seeking a change. We have the change you need in your sex life. For only…
John hangs up looking at the time on his cellphone. Wondering how long it would take his brother Bruce to arrive.
John McHenry: Seriously only thirteen minutes. This is ridiculous.
John begins fidgeting with his phone. Scrolling through his contacts he sees Tonya. His finger hovers over the call button. The phone dials.
John McHenry: Shit… Tonya hey it’s John…John McHenry I know my number is in your phone you knew exactly who it was…Well actually I didn’t mean to call I think I pocket dialed you. I was wondering? How much do I owe you for dinner the other night. Yeah… Yeah when I just left you sitting there for no good reason that night… Yeah including the dress, I really will buy it for you. I told you I would. You deserve it you looked good in it… No I don’t know what I’m trying to do… I’ve been a dick lately and well .
John sees a pair of headlights pull up behind his car outside aman gets out looking towards John’s car before going to the corner and unlocking the door to the gym and stepping inside.
John McHenry: Hey I’m sorry I gotta cut this short my brother just pulled up… Yeah I hadn’t been such an asshole to someone maybe I wouldn’t have gotten attacked trying to get a massage, but I deserved every kick she gave me… So did they higher you or was that pro bono. Talk to you soon, bye.
John stands looking at Bruce.
Bruce McGraw: She’s not what she used to be, but she gets the job done.
John looks around a film of dust covering almost everything the ring in perfect condition though as if it had been dropped into the gym after the rest of the building had been untouched for years.
Bruce McGraw: So the whole dickhead thing isn’t an act?
John McHenry: Let’s just say I’m moody but I can be a dick.
Bruce McGraw: I always knew it wasn’t an act. But I could also tell you had redeemable qualities. So who were you on the phone with?
Both men turn their backs to each other as they get there ring gear on.
John McHenry: Tonya an ex that recently decided to step back into my life.
Bruce McGraw: That the girl who kicked your ass?
John turns looking at him quizzically.
Bruce McGraw: Billy told me.
John continues his quizzical look.
Bruce McGraw: The Janitor seriously he’s worked with you in FEW, CWA, RSC, PWA and a half dozen other promotions hell he’s probably been in more federations than we have combined.
Both men head toward the ring John climbs up holding the ropes for his brother. Both men get to the center of the ring.
Bruce McGraw: So what am I supposed to teach you that you don’t already know.
John McHenry: Bruce, I don’t know shit…I’m a blank slate.
Bruce McGraw: Poor kid he won't see it coming.
Bruce McGraw: Poor kid won’t know what hit him.
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Scene opens at the Charlotte, North Carolina, at the villa of our first ever ACW Heavyweight Champion Christopher Flair. Our camerman with Lisa Courier walk into the villa. Today, it's a big day in the world of wrestling. There are hundreds of reporters in the villa. We are about to see Christopher Flair put the ACW Heavyweight Title in the room of achivements down at the villa. Reporters are waiting at the hall when Christopher Flair appears with two ACW Championship Belts over his shoulders. One of them being a replica. Flair claps his hands to calm down the reporters. After that, he steps up on a little stage set for him. Flair corrects the microphone and he begins to speak.
Christopher Flair: Ladies and gentlemen. First of all I'd like to welcome you at my villa. You all know why we are here. Today, it's one of the most historical moments in the business of professional wrestling. Today we celebrate my 10th World Title. I tis well documented that my father is one of the best wrestlers ever. He won over 30 World Titles. I'm walking in his foot steps. I'm wrestling for quite short time and I already achieved something people that are in the business for decades couldn't achieve. Today, we celebrate the greatness of Christopher Flair.
When I first stepped in a wrestling ring I knew that one time I will be standing here as THE TEN TIME WORLD CHAMPION. I worked my entire life for this moment and it feels damn good that all those endless nights in the gym really made me who I am, the ten time world heavyweight champion. Now, it's time for you questions ladies and gentlemen.
Flair points his finger at a random reporter in the crowd.
Reporter: Mr. Flair, how does it feel to be knows as the youngest man in the history of Professional wrestling who was able to win 10 different world titles.
Christopher Flair: I feel like a Flair. I can't describe it any different way. When I say a name Flair the things that come into the heads of people are success, popularity and fame. So yes, I feel like a Flair.
Reporter laughes and sits down.
Flair points at another reporter who is barely able stand up. Tipycal little geek-looking reporter.
Reporter: Mr. Flair, lots of people were saying that the way you won your Title was cheap. We all saw John McHenry come down to the ring, perform his finishing move on Syn and he made sure you won. Comments?
Flair stares at the reporter before he reacts.
Christopher Flair: Well, I didn't see that. Therefor it doesn't count.
Reporter: Only a coward man would say that.
Christopher Flair: Did I hear a word coward? What gives you the right to call ME a coward? Aren't you just a little reporter with no talent, no money, no fame, no looks, no luck and absolutelly no brain? There is only one man on this planet that has got the right to call me a coward and he's not here today. That man in non other than Ric Flair himself. If my father calls me a coward, then I am a coward. When a reporter calls me a coward he gets carried out of the building.
Guards catch the reporter and they carry him out of Flair's house.
Christopher Flair: Any other questions?
One reporter in the crowd jumps up and screams“HERE!“
Christopher Flair: Alright, shoot fella.
Reporter: Mr. Flair, sooner or later you'll have to defend you ACW Heavyweight Championship against the number one contender Syn . The question is, are you going to be normaly competing every week or are you going to wrestle only on iPPVs? As the champ you have a right to choose between these two conditions.
Christopher Flair: Look, I'm a wrestler who loves his job more than anything so I'll be still wrestling as I was before I became the world champ. If Phoenix books my title match against Syn next week than I'll wrestle him for the world title next week, if she books me to fight ***** on an iPPV than I'll wrestle him there. Who knows, maybe I'll go on a tour where I'll be defending this title in other companies. I'm not scared of a competetion, everytime I'm offered to wrestle somebody I'm intrested in then without any contract signings I'll just wrestle him and give wrestling fans what they want to see. Show me some impresive guy who wants a shot at this title and I'll wrestle him right tomorrow because that's how a good champ acts and I'm a good champ. I'm the first man to ever win the title I'm holding on my shoulder and who knows, maybe I'll carry it until this company doesn't close its doors.
Next question please.
Reporter: Here Mr. Flair!
Flair pays attention to the reporter.
Reporter: Saying that maybe you are going to be the last ACW Champion is a tough one. What gives you the right to think that way?
Christopher Flair: When I listen to you, it's obvious that you don't know the history of my title reigns. My 6th World Title reign lasted 2 years. Yea, I'm wrestling just a little time but I've been albe to have a 2 year world title reign. Keep that in mind, I can bring it and keep bringing it for 2 years or more. Yeah, even more because if the company where I held my 6th world title didn't close its doors I would be still holding that title. Don't get my wrong, I'm not saying that ACW is closing, ACW has a very bright future, I'm just saying what I'm capable of. Next question please.
A lots of reporters stand up and wave to get to ask a question. Flair picks a good looking female reporter.
Reporter: Mr. Flair, we've seen Syn say a lot of things about you. Toughts?
Flair smirks.
Christopher Flair: Yea, I heard a bit of it. You know, Syn's problem is that he doesn't know me. He never had a chance to know what I can do in the ring because I didn't bring my A game yet. I am one of the best wrestlers ever and sooner or later I'm going to proove it when I'll be facing him. He thinks he can dismantle me but the truth is I already dismantled him. He will always expact someone to jump him from behind and make sure I win. His mind is set like that, now the only thing I have to do as finally start wrestling. You know, I can be a nice guy inside and outside the ring but in a blink of an eye, I can become the most dangerous and tough son of a bitch you ever met in your life. All I have to do to defeat Syn is that I have to show other my other personality to the whole ACW locker room. All those motherfuckers think that they can just step in the ring with me, keep their eyes on McHenry but then POOF. They turned around and I send their teeth on a trip down their throats, just like I'm going send Syn's teeth when I meet him in the ring, eye to eye, man to a face-painted wannabe of man with the real man being me, not Syn.
Reporter sits down on his chair. Flair drinks a glass of water that has been right next to the microphone.
Christopher Flair: Ladies and gentelemen, let me take a brake and after it, I will do what you are waiting me to do.
Flair exits the little stage, walks through the curtain and he ends up in the“ backstage“. He sits down and lights up a cigar as he always does. One of his girlfriends sits on his knees, whispers something into his ear and they stand up. When they are about to disappear, Michael McAdams shows up.
Michael McAdams: Hey, isn't this the champ?
Flair turns around, smiles and gives McAdams a hug.
Christopher Flair: Wooooo, welcome my friend! As you said, the champ is here. Why are you here, man? Need some help or something?
Michael McAdams: Nope, I just wanted to see the brand new ACW World Championa so as everybody around the world.
Christopher Flair: You mad? This is not the first time you see me since I won this beauty right here.
McAdams catches his head.
Michael McAdams: Yea but I quite don't remember what went on at that party.
Christopher Flair: Which one?
Michael McAdams: Where we celebrated you victory. It seems like you don't remember more than me, do ya? Hahaha....
Christopher Flair: You know, I celebrate my victory every night. When I end up celebrating my victory, I will celebrate me reign. There are so many beatiful things that I can celebrate in my life so I guess, I won't stop celebrating until I celebrate them all.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have a job to do.
Flair walks through the curtain and enters the stage.
Christopher Flair: Ladies and gentlemen, let's go down to the bowels of this house to put the ACW Championship Title to my Room of Glory or however you'd like to call it.
Flair once again leaves the stage and he leads the way to his Room of Glory. Reporters follow Flair through the dark corridors of the villa. After 10 long minutes of walking they finally reach to place. Last time ACW cameras saw that room, we had to go through a regular door but now, there are huge platinum doors that look like a big safe. Flair steps in front of it, enters a code and it opens. Every single reporter almost suffers a heart attack like our ACW cameraman when he last time entered. Everybody takes a couple of pictures. Flair is in so asi s his servant Dean. Dean hands a microphone over to Christopher.
Christopher Flair: Ladies and gentlemen, as you know I'm here to personaly show you this place. As you can see, all the titles my and my father won are here, almost every single ring attire that we wrestled some of the most historical wrestling matches are here as well. This is the Room of Glory. This is why I am so proud of who I am. At this part of the room, there are over 30 World Titles that my father won when on the other side there are 9 World Titles that I won and I'm ready to put my when I pinned Syn 1.2.3 and won the ACW World Championship. Now it's time to put the Championship Title inside.
Flair presses a button next to the showcase and the showcase opens. It opens slowly and with light effects. Nobody knows how the effects are made. The atmosphere in the room is undescribable. Reporters are looking with their mouths open. The ACW Championship Title replica is already in the showcase. Showcase closes.
Christopher Flair: That's it. Ladies and gentlemen, I'd like to congratulate you on being one of very few people that have seen this Room of Glory. This room will get closed and it will be opened once again when I win my 20th World Title and trust me, that moment will come sooner you can imagine. Now if you'll excuse me, I'd like to stay here for without all of those cameras and microphones. These gentlemen will show you the way out of this place.
Chris does a clap and when reporters turn around two servants are waiting for them. Everybody leaves. Flair stays in the Room of Glory. He is just standing there, looking at all of those Championship Titles. He smirks, turn around and leaves.
----END OF THE SCENE----
Another scene opens with Christopher Flair entering the gym. Christopher has his Championship Title placed on his shoulder. He enters and he gets a warm welcome from his friends who pull out a big pransparent that says“WELCOME, CHAMP!“ Flair takes down his sunglasses and he looks at the pransparent with a wonderstruck look on his face. He salutes, and continues on his way to the locker room. He opens the door and he gets a cold shower with reporters standing in front of him. Every single of them wants to ask him something.
Christopher Flair: Ho,ho,ho, calm down fellas. What the hell are you doing here? This is my personal locker room, you have nothing to do here.
Reporters ignore his arguments.
Reporter: Mr. Flair...
Flair raises his hand like he is going to punch the reporter. Reporter automaticly covers his face.
Christopher Flair: Get out of my face before I punch you! Get out of here, now!
Reporters are still standing there.
Christopher Flair: Did you hear me? LEAVE! NOW!.... EVERYBODY!
Reporters finally leave but before Flair is able to calm down, somebody walks in.
Christopher Flair: Who the fuck you think you...
Flair turns around and he gets shocked. His trainer and his little son Cody are standing in his locker room.
Trainer: Hello Mr. Flair.
Christopher Flair: Hello Mr. Trainer! What the fuck you want? How dare you? Walking to my locker room without knocking on the door?
Trainer opens his mouth like he wants to say something.
Christopher Flair: Don't even think about opening your mouth! I know why you're here, you want me to talk to your little son, right?
Flair bends over to look into the eyes of Cody.
Christopher Flair: I heard you want to be a wrestler. Let me tell you something. If you, a son of a trainer once become a wrestler, than I'm going to sell everything that belongs to me and become homeless! Now I want you to do me a favour, turn around and leave.my.freakin.locker room!!!!!!
Flair is angry. He stood up and throwed his bag right into a wall. His phone rings. Flair picks it up and speaks. We can still hear an anger in his voice.
Christopher Flair: Hello, who's there?
Other side: It's me, Phoenix.
Christopher Flair: What do you want?
Phoenix: In first of all, calm down Christopher. I want you to visit my office. You've get 10 minutes to get here, champ.
Flair ends the call, screams and throws his phone into a wall, so as he has throwen his bag. Flair exits the gym, jumps to his car and he heads to Phoenix's office.
-----AFTER 8 MINUTES----
Flair has arrived to ACW headquarters. He jumps out of the car and he runs right into to building. He gets to Phoenix's office and knocks on the door.
Phoenix: Come in!
Flair corrects his suit before walking in.
Christopher Flair: Why did you want me to come here?
Phoenix: I invited you to tell you something about your match with Syn.
Christopher Flair: Ho,ho,ho...I didn't decide yet. I don't know if it'll take plave at the iPPV or a tone of the weekly shows.
Phoenix begins to laugh.
Phoenix: You actually believed that I'm gonna let you to pick when you're going to defend you title? I have some news. Your match with Syn is going to be on next week!
Christopher Flair: What? You can't do that!
Phoenix: Fortunately, I can! But you know what? Since I'm a good boss, I'll make it a handicap match!
Flair wants to say something but is not allowed to.
Phoenix: You and McHenry, versus Syn! I hear about your little gameplan so I decided to cut it off. Like this, Syn gets to kick both of your asses and everybody will be happy. Now get out of my face!
Flair is angry but he leaves the Office in peace.
----END---
Christopher Flair: Ladies and gentlemen. First of all I'd like to welcome you at my villa. You all know why we are here. Today, it's one of the most historical moments in the business of professional wrestling. Today we celebrate my 10th World Title. I tis well documented that my father is one of the best wrestlers ever. He won over 30 World Titles. I'm walking in his foot steps. I'm wrestling for quite short time and I already achieved something people that are in the business for decades couldn't achieve. Today, we celebrate the greatness of Christopher Flair.
When I first stepped in a wrestling ring I knew that one time I will be standing here as THE TEN TIME WORLD CHAMPION. I worked my entire life for this moment and it feels damn good that all those endless nights in the gym really made me who I am, the ten time world heavyweight champion. Now, it's time for you questions ladies and gentlemen.
Flair points his finger at a random reporter in the crowd.
Reporter: Mr. Flair, how does it feel to be knows as the youngest man in the history of Professional wrestling who was able to win 10 different world titles.
Christopher Flair: I feel like a Flair. I can't describe it any different way. When I say a name Flair the things that come into the heads of people are success, popularity and fame. So yes, I feel like a Flair.
Reporter laughes and sits down.
Flair points at another reporter who is barely able stand up. Tipycal little geek-looking reporter.
Reporter: Mr. Flair, lots of people were saying that the way you won your Title was cheap. We all saw John McHenry come down to the ring, perform his finishing move on Syn and he made sure you won. Comments?
Flair stares at the reporter before he reacts.
Christopher Flair: Well, I didn't see that. Therefor it doesn't count.
Reporter: Only a coward man would say that.
Christopher Flair: Did I hear a word coward? What gives you the right to call ME a coward? Aren't you just a little reporter with no talent, no money, no fame, no looks, no luck and absolutelly no brain? There is only one man on this planet that has got the right to call me a coward and he's not here today. That man in non other than Ric Flair himself. If my father calls me a coward, then I am a coward. When a reporter calls me a coward he gets carried out of the building.
Guards catch the reporter and they carry him out of Flair's house.
Christopher Flair: Any other questions?
One reporter in the crowd jumps up and screams“HERE!“
Christopher Flair: Alright, shoot fella.
Reporter: Mr. Flair, sooner or later you'll have to defend you ACW Heavyweight Championship against the number one contender Syn . The question is, are you going to be normaly competing every week or are you going to wrestle only on iPPVs? As the champ you have a right to choose between these two conditions.
Christopher Flair: Look, I'm a wrestler who loves his job more than anything so I'll be still wrestling as I was before I became the world champ. If Phoenix books my title match against Syn next week than I'll wrestle him for the world title next week, if she books me to fight ***** on an iPPV than I'll wrestle him there. Who knows, maybe I'll go on a tour where I'll be defending this title in other companies. I'm not scared of a competetion, everytime I'm offered to wrestle somebody I'm intrested in then without any contract signings I'll just wrestle him and give wrestling fans what they want to see. Show me some impresive guy who wants a shot at this title and I'll wrestle him right tomorrow because that's how a good champ acts and I'm a good champ. I'm the first man to ever win the title I'm holding on my shoulder and who knows, maybe I'll carry it until this company doesn't close its doors.
Next question please.
Reporter: Here Mr. Flair!
Flair pays attention to the reporter.
Reporter: Saying that maybe you are going to be the last ACW Champion is a tough one. What gives you the right to think that way?
Christopher Flair: When I listen to you, it's obvious that you don't know the history of my title reigns. My 6th World Title reign lasted 2 years. Yea, I'm wrestling just a little time but I've been albe to have a 2 year world title reign. Keep that in mind, I can bring it and keep bringing it for 2 years or more. Yeah, even more because if the company where I held my 6th world title didn't close its doors I would be still holding that title. Don't get my wrong, I'm not saying that ACW is closing, ACW has a very bright future, I'm just saying what I'm capable of. Next question please.
A lots of reporters stand up and wave to get to ask a question. Flair picks a good looking female reporter.
Reporter: Mr. Flair, we've seen Syn say a lot of things about you. Toughts?
Flair smirks.
Christopher Flair: Yea, I heard a bit of it. You know, Syn's problem is that he doesn't know me. He never had a chance to know what I can do in the ring because I didn't bring my A game yet. I am one of the best wrestlers ever and sooner or later I'm going to proove it when I'll be facing him. He thinks he can dismantle me but the truth is I already dismantled him. He will always expact someone to jump him from behind and make sure I win. His mind is set like that, now the only thing I have to do as finally start wrestling. You know, I can be a nice guy inside and outside the ring but in a blink of an eye, I can become the most dangerous and tough son of a bitch you ever met in your life. All I have to do to defeat Syn is that I have to show other my other personality to the whole ACW locker room. All those motherfuckers think that they can just step in the ring with me, keep their eyes on McHenry but then POOF. They turned around and I send their teeth on a trip down their throats, just like I'm going send Syn's teeth when I meet him in the ring, eye to eye, man to a face-painted wannabe of man with the real man being me, not Syn.
Reporter sits down on his chair. Flair drinks a glass of water that has been right next to the microphone.
Christopher Flair: Ladies and gentelemen, let me take a brake and after it, I will do what you are waiting me to do.
Flair exits the little stage, walks through the curtain and he ends up in the“ backstage“. He sits down and lights up a cigar as he always does. One of his girlfriends sits on his knees, whispers something into his ear and they stand up. When they are about to disappear, Michael McAdams shows up.
Michael McAdams: Hey, isn't this the champ?
Flair turns around, smiles and gives McAdams a hug.
Christopher Flair: Wooooo, welcome my friend! As you said, the champ is here. Why are you here, man? Need some help or something?
Michael McAdams: Nope, I just wanted to see the brand new ACW World Championa so as everybody around the world.
Christopher Flair: You mad? This is not the first time you see me since I won this beauty right here.
McAdams catches his head.
Michael McAdams: Yea but I quite don't remember what went on at that party.
Christopher Flair: Which one?
Michael McAdams: Where we celebrated you victory. It seems like you don't remember more than me, do ya? Hahaha....
Christopher Flair: You know, I celebrate my victory every night. When I end up celebrating my victory, I will celebrate me reign. There are so many beatiful things that I can celebrate in my life so I guess, I won't stop celebrating until I celebrate them all.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have a job to do.
Flair walks through the curtain and enters the stage.
Christopher Flair: Ladies and gentlemen, let's go down to the bowels of this house to put the ACW Championship Title to my Room of Glory or however you'd like to call it.
Flair once again leaves the stage and he leads the way to his Room of Glory. Reporters follow Flair through the dark corridors of the villa. After 10 long minutes of walking they finally reach to place. Last time ACW cameras saw that room, we had to go through a regular door but now, there are huge platinum doors that look like a big safe. Flair steps in front of it, enters a code and it opens. Every single reporter almost suffers a heart attack like our ACW cameraman when he last time entered. Everybody takes a couple of pictures. Flair is in so asi s his servant Dean. Dean hands a microphone over to Christopher.
Christopher Flair: Ladies and gentlemen, as you know I'm here to personaly show you this place. As you can see, all the titles my and my father won are here, almost every single ring attire that we wrestled some of the most historical wrestling matches are here as well. This is the Room of Glory. This is why I am so proud of who I am. At this part of the room, there are over 30 World Titles that my father won when on the other side there are 9 World Titles that I won and I'm ready to put my when I pinned Syn 1.2.3 and won the ACW World Championship. Now it's time to put the Championship Title inside.
Flair presses a button next to the showcase and the showcase opens. It opens slowly and with light effects. Nobody knows how the effects are made. The atmosphere in the room is undescribable. Reporters are looking with their mouths open. The ACW Championship Title replica is already in the showcase. Showcase closes.
Christopher Flair: That's it. Ladies and gentlemen, I'd like to congratulate you on being one of very few people that have seen this Room of Glory. This room will get closed and it will be opened once again when I win my 20th World Title and trust me, that moment will come sooner you can imagine. Now if you'll excuse me, I'd like to stay here for without all of those cameras and microphones. These gentlemen will show you the way out of this place.
Chris does a clap and when reporters turn around two servants are waiting for them. Everybody leaves. Flair stays in the Room of Glory. He is just standing there, looking at all of those Championship Titles. He smirks, turn around and leaves.
----END OF THE SCENE----
Another scene opens with Christopher Flair entering the gym. Christopher has his Championship Title placed on his shoulder. He enters and he gets a warm welcome from his friends who pull out a big pransparent that says“WELCOME, CHAMP!“ Flair takes down his sunglasses and he looks at the pransparent with a wonderstruck look on his face. He salutes, and continues on his way to the locker room. He opens the door and he gets a cold shower with reporters standing in front of him. Every single of them wants to ask him something.
Christopher Flair: Ho,ho,ho, calm down fellas. What the hell are you doing here? This is my personal locker room, you have nothing to do here.
Reporters ignore his arguments.
Reporter: Mr. Flair...
Flair raises his hand like he is going to punch the reporter. Reporter automaticly covers his face.
Christopher Flair: Get out of my face before I punch you! Get out of here, now!
Reporters are still standing there.
Christopher Flair: Did you hear me? LEAVE! NOW!.... EVERYBODY!
Reporters finally leave but before Flair is able to calm down, somebody walks in.
Christopher Flair: Who the fuck you think you...
Flair turns around and he gets shocked. His trainer and his little son Cody are standing in his locker room.
Trainer: Hello Mr. Flair.
Christopher Flair: Hello Mr. Trainer! What the fuck you want? How dare you? Walking to my locker room without knocking on the door?
Trainer opens his mouth like he wants to say something.
Christopher Flair: Don't even think about opening your mouth! I know why you're here, you want me to talk to your little son, right?
Flair bends over to look into the eyes of Cody.
Christopher Flair: I heard you want to be a wrestler. Let me tell you something. If you, a son of a trainer once become a wrestler, than I'm going to sell everything that belongs to me and become homeless! Now I want you to do me a favour, turn around and leave.my.freakin.locker room!!!!!!
Flair is angry. He stood up and throwed his bag right into a wall. His phone rings. Flair picks it up and speaks. We can still hear an anger in his voice.
Christopher Flair: Hello, who's there?
Other side: It's me, Phoenix.
Christopher Flair: What do you want?
Phoenix: In first of all, calm down Christopher. I want you to visit my office. You've get 10 minutes to get here, champ.
Flair ends the call, screams and throws his phone into a wall, so as he has throwen his bag. Flair exits the gym, jumps to his car and he heads to Phoenix's office.
-----AFTER 8 MINUTES----
Flair has arrived to ACW headquarters. He jumps out of the car and he runs right into to building. He gets to Phoenix's office and knocks on the door.
Phoenix: Come in!
Flair corrects his suit before walking in.
Christopher Flair: Why did you want me to come here?
Phoenix: I invited you to tell you something about your match with Syn.
Christopher Flair: Ho,ho,ho...I didn't decide yet. I don't know if it'll take plave at the iPPV or a tone of the weekly shows.
Phoenix begins to laugh.
Phoenix: You actually believed that I'm gonna let you to pick when you're going to defend you title? I have some news. Your match with Syn is going to be on next week!
Christopher Flair: What? You can't do that!
Phoenix: Fortunately, I can! But you know what? Since I'm a good boss, I'll make it a handicap match!
Flair wants to say something but is not allowed to.
Phoenix: You and McHenry, versus Syn! I hear about your little gameplan so I decided to cut it off. Like this, Syn gets to kick both of your asses and everybody will be happy. Now get out of my face!
Flair is angry but he leaves the Office in peace.
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The scene opens up inside of the Gambino’s Ink, a tattoo parlor just on the outer limits of Miami, Florida. Jimmy Gambino, the owner, was bored out of his mind as he watched while his two clients, Bull Connor and Ape Simmons, played a card game in the back storage room. Ever since he, Bull, and Ape had been released from the Wrestling Kings Federation, he had nothing to do really other than a few tats a day and even that got boring after a while. They had tried their hand in a few indie feds here and there, but it got to be a bit hectic after a while. He sighs and goes back to watching as Bull won another hand, when the bell on the door rang, signifying that somebody has just entered the parlor. Whoever it was had decided to walk up to his desk and tap his buzzer to get his attention. They tapped it a few more times, irritating all three men.
Bull: JIMMY! GO SEE WHO IT IS!
Jimmy glares at Bull in annoyance
Jimmy: Why the fuck should I get it!?!
Bull: Because it’s your damn tattoo parlor, and you ain’t doin’ jack right now other than watchin’ us play cards. What if it was a customer man?
Jimmy muttered something under his breath, then gets up from his seat and walks out of the storage room. Jimmy walked through the short hallway and up to his desk, but to his annoyance, no one was there in the parlor. He looked around for a moment, even going up to the door and looking out of it, and still saw no one. He sighed in annoyance, before slamming the door shut and walking back to the storage room, where Bull had apparently won another hand.
Bull: So, who was it?
Jimmy: Nobody. Just some punk who was playin’ ding dong ditch I guess. Lucky I didn’t catch him or else I’d-
Ape snorted and cut Jimmy off as he picked up his cards from the table
Ape: You’d what? Run around screamin’, and then call us to take care of it like always?
Bull started laughing at the insult, while Jimmy glared at Ape. Before he could respond however, he was cut off once again, this time by a different voice.
????: (In a very dry, deadpanned manner) Ah ha ha ha ha, hahaha, ha, ha, ha, oh, a-hee-hee, ha ha, oh, hee ha, ahaha.
All three men turned towards the door, Bull and Ape both standing up in case things got violent, but then froze when they saw who the voice belonged to. It was Syn, accompanied by his protégé, Alisyn, and his brother, Kai, all standing in the doorway. Syn, who had most of his face covered by the black and grey hoodie he was wearing (Something Syn has done seemingly every time he’s out in public, Jimmy noticed), gave a very blank look as he stared at them.
Syn: And I thought that my dear brother had a very dull sense of humor.
Ape glared at Syn and starts shaking in anger at being mocked, before he starts to walk very menacingly towards him. Jimmy stepped forward and placed a hand on his shoulder to stop him.
Jimmy: Yo, calm down man! We’re all friends here, right?
Syn raised a brow in amusement at the word “Friend”, while Ape had calmed down. Syn and his companions waited a few moments, before Ape finally came around.
Ape: Yeah man, I guess you’re right. (Ape turns back to Syn) Sorry about that, I got a bit carried away there.
Syn waved off the apology
Syn: It’s not a problem. You wouldn’t be the first person to, uh, threaten me with bodily harm in recent times.
Ape chuckled at that, while Jimmy turned his attention back to Syn with a questioning look
Jimmy: So, Syn, what brings you here bro? You want another free tattoo or somethin’?
Syn smirks and clasps his hands together while Alisyn and Kai both take a seat. Syn and jimmy had an odd “arrangement” that spawned while Syn and bull had worked in a wrestling promotion together. Bull and jimmy had done several “Dirty Deeds” for Syn, and Syn repaid them in full. While it was in no way a friendship (Syn himself doubted if he even knew the meaning of the word anymore), it worked out well for both sides.
Syn: If it’s not too much for me to ask of you, Jimmy. My adorable little protégé (Syn places a hand on Alisyn’s shoulder, getting a small smile from the young woman) has met all of my standards I the ring, as well as out. As a token of her, uh, graduation, I told her she could have a congratulatory gift of her choosing; (Syn walked over to one of the shelves, looking over the various equipment with a curious gaze) and she chose to get a tattoo.
Jimmy nods in satisfaction at the answer and gives Alisyn a small smile, before gesturing towards the main part of the building.
Jimmy: Well now, let’s find out what design suits you best, doll.
Alisyn looks to Syn for an answer, and gets a nod of approval to go with Jimmy, before leaving the room. Jimmy went to follow after her, but is suddenly grabbed by the shoulder by Syn, who has a very dark look on his face. Jimmy flinches at the look as Syn leans next to his ear and begins to speak.
Syn: Jimmy, before you “Help” Alisyn, let me remind you that not only is she someone whom I have under my guidence, but she is still a young woman, 19 if my memory is correct. (Syn’s grip tightens, causing Jimmy to yelp out in pain) So, with that in mind, I would do my absolute best to avoid any of your more…undesirable traits, while in her presence. Am I clear?
Jimmy nods frantically, earning snickers from both Bull and Ape, as well as a small smirk from Kai, before Syn lets him go and he scurries out of the room. Bull can no longer hold it in and begins laughing uncontrollably, banging his hand on the small table as he does so. Syn shakes his head in amusement as he takes the seat nearest to the door, watching the game unfold as Bull wins another hand.
Bull: So, Syn (Syn turns his head slightly, looking straight at Bull) I hear that you went and joined some indie fed ran by some chick. Is it true?
Syn turns back to the table, his eyes focused on the deck of cards in the middle.
Syn: While I wouldn’t classify the promotion as being entirely “Independent”, you’ve heard right. Although I question how the company is ran at times, but that’s a complaint in progress that I’ve more than brought to Phoenix’s attention. (Syn steeples his fingers as he contemplates for a moment) Hmm, now that I think about it, Phoenix and I never did finish our little…argument.
Ape curses as Bull manages to win another hand, before bull turns his attention back to Syn.
Bull: So, what’s been happenin’? Any blood on your hands yet?
Syn chuckles darkly at the question, then answers.
Syn: No no, not at the moment Bull. It would be so (Syn pauses, thinking of the right word to use in this instance) non-impactful if I were to just go on a genocidal rampage this early. (Syn smirks) That, and it would be too easy for my at this point and time. I’ve had a hand in ending no less than 5 careers in the last 11 months, so I’ve more than proven myself in that regard. I want to end something more precious than a career. Something that’s beautiful and seemingly everlasting in this organization, which means an immeasurable amount in value, sentimental or otherwise, to someone. (Syn leans forward slightly, a sinister grin on his face as he has Bull and Ape’s undivided attention) I want to destroy a legacy.
Ape lets out a low whistle and Ape gives Syn an appreciative glance, while Kai remains stoic about his older brother’s desire, not showing the slightest change in emotion since arriving. Ape broke the momentary silence as Bull dealt out the cards.
Ape: That’s all well and good man, but how the hell do you plan on doin’ that?
Syn swiped a card from the deck that Bull and Ape and began playing with it, the smile never leaving his face.
Syn: By beating the bearer of our industry’s most well known legacy: Christopher Flair. (Syn continues playing with the card, a frown forming on his face) While I don’t particularly care about becoming the World Heavyweight Champion, I cannot and will not allow that tainted lie that he accepts to be a victory over me to stand, and it would be an offense in the highest degree if I even entertained the notion. It’s not out of hatred that I want to do this, mind you, but I want to see the look of absolute devastation and loss in his eyes once I take everything he works for, everything he stands for, and everything that he cherishes, and light it ablaze right before his very eyes.
By now, Bull and Ape had abandoned their card game after Syn had begun speaking, and were left speechless after he was done. There was an uncomfortable stretch of silence that followed, before Alisyn and Jimmy re-entered the room, Alisyn with her arm bandaged, and Jimmy looking immensely proud of himself.
Jimmy: Well, its finished! I gotta tell ya Syn, your girl has an eye for design and – (Jimmy notices the silence in the room) – did I miss somethin’?
Syn stands up, the card still in hand, before speaking.
Syn: Nothing, Jimmy. Just some interest on my future plans.
Jimmy nods in understanding, chalking this up to Syn’s eccentric behavior. Syn lays the card back down on the table and motions for Alisyn and Kai, gives Jimmy a brief farewell, and the three take their leave. Curious as to why Syn held on to the card for so long, Jimmy picked it up and looked at it, before he chuckles in amusement.
Jimmy: (Still chuckling)Typical Syn.
Jimmy tosses the card back onto the table, and it lands face up: It was a Joker card. The camera fades to black as it zooms in on the single card laying on the table.
Bull: JIMMY! GO SEE WHO IT IS!
Jimmy glares at Bull in annoyance
Jimmy: Why the fuck should I get it!?!
Bull: Because it’s your damn tattoo parlor, and you ain’t doin’ jack right now other than watchin’ us play cards. What if it was a customer man?
Jimmy muttered something under his breath, then gets up from his seat and walks out of the storage room. Jimmy walked through the short hallway and up to his desk, but to his annoyance, no one was there in the parlor. He looked around for a moment, even going up to the door and looking out of it, and still saw no one. He sighed in annoyance, before slamming the door shut and walking back to the storage room, where Bull had apparently won another hand.
Bull: So, who was it?
Jimmy: Nobody. Just some punk who was playin’ ding dong ditch I guess. Lucky I didn’t catch him or else I’d-
Ape snorted and cut Jimmy off as he picked up his cards from the table
Ape: You’d what? Run around screamin’, and then call us to take care of it like always?
Bull started laughing at the insult, while Jimmy glared at Ape. Before he could respond however, he was cut off once again, this time by a different voice.
????: (In a very dry, deadpanned manner) Ah ha ha ha ha, hahaha, ha, ha, ha, oh, a-hee-hee, ha ha, oh, hee ha, ahaha.
All three men turned towards the door, Bull and Ape both standing up in case things got violent, but then froze when they saw who the voice belonged to. It was Syn, accompanied by his protégé, Alisyn, and his brother, Kai, all standing in the doorway. Syn, who had most of his face covered by the black and grey hoodie he was wearing (Something Syn has done seemingly every time he’s out in public, Jimmy noticed), gave a very blank look as he stared at them.
Syn: And I thought that my dear brother had a very dull sense of humor.
Ape glared at Syn and starts shaking in anger at being mocked, before he starts to walk very menacingly towards him. Jimmy stepped forward and placed a hand on his shoulder to stop him.
Jimmy: Yo, calm down man! We’re all friends here, right?
Syn raised a brow in amusement at the word “Friend”, while Ape had calmed down. Syn and his companions waited a few moments, before Ape finally came around.
Ape: Yeah man, I guess you’re right. (Ape turns back to Syn) Sorry about that, I got a bit carried away there.
Syn waved off the apology
Syn: It’s not a problem. You wouldn’t be the first person to, uh, threaten me with bodily harm in recent times.
Ape chuckled at that, while Jimmy turned his attention back to Syn with a questioning look
Jimmy: So, Syn, what brings you here bro? You want another free tattoo or somethin’?
Syn smirks and clasps his hands together while Alisyn and Kai both take a seat. Syn and jimmy had an odd “arrangement” that spawned while Syn and bull had worked in a wrestling promotion together. Bull and jimmy had done several “Dirty Deeds” for Syn, and Syn repaid them in full. While it was in no way a friendship (Syn himself doubted if he even knew the meaning of the word anymore), it worked out well for both sides.
Syn: If it’s not too much for me to ask of you, Jimmy. My adorable little protégé (Syn places a hand on Alisyn’s shoulder, getting a small smile from the young woman) has met all of my standards I the ring, as well as out. As a token of her, uh, graduation, I told her she could have a congratulatory gift of her choosing; (Syn walked over to one of the shelves, looking over the various equipment with a curious gaze) and she chose to get a tattoo.
Jimmy nods in satisfaction at the answer and gives Alisyn a small smile, before gesturing towards the main part of the building.
Jimmy: Well now, let’s find out what design suits you best, doll.
Alisyn looks to Syn for an answer, and gets a nod of approval to go with Jimmy, before leaving the room. Jimmy went to follow after her, but is suddenly grabbed by the shoulder by Syn, who has a very dark look on his face. Jimmy flinches at the look as Syn leans next to his ear and begins to speak.
Syn: Jimmy, before you “Help” Alisyn, let me remind you that not only is she someone whom I have under my guidence, but she is still a young woman, 19 if my memory is correct. (Syn’s grip tightens, causing Jimmy to yelp out in pain) So, with that in mind, I would do my absolute best to avoid any of your more…undesirable traits, while in her presence. Am I clear?
Jimmy nods frantically, earning snickers from both Bull and Ape, as well as a small smirk from Kai, before Syn lets him go and he scurries out of the room. Bull can no longer hold it in and begins laughing uncontrollably, banging his hand on the small table as he does so. Syn shakes his head in amusement as he takes the seat nearest to the door, watching the game unfold as Bull wins another hand.
Bull: So, Syn (Syn turns his head slightly, looking straight at Bull) I hear that you went and joined some indie fed ran by some chick. Is it true?
Syn turns back to the table, his eyes focused on the deck of cards in the middle.
Syn: While I wouldn’t classify the promotion as being entirely “Independent”, you’ve heard right. Although I question how the company is ran at times, but that’s a complaint in progress that I’ve more than brought to Phoenix’s attention. (Syn steeples his fingers as he contemplates for a moment) Hmm, now that I think about it, Phoenix and I never did finish our little…argument.
Ape curses as Bull manages to win another hand, before bull turns his attention back to Syn.
Bull: So, what’s been happenin’? Any blood on your hands yet?
Syn chuckles darkly at the question, then answers.
Syn: No no, not at the moment Bull. It would be so (Syn pauses, thinking of the right word to use in this instance) non-impactful if I were to just go on a genocidal rampage this early. (Syn smirks) That, and it would be too easy for my at this point and time. I’ve had a hand in ending no less than 5 careers in the last 11 months, so I’ve more than proven myself in that regard. I want to end something more precious than a career. Something that’s beautiful and seemingly everlasting in this organization, which means an immeasurable amount in value, sentimental or otherwise, to someone. (Syn leans forward slightly, a sinister grin on his face as he has Bull and Ape’s undivided attention) I want to destroy a legacy.
Ape lets out a low whistle and Ape gives Syn an appreciative glance, while Kai remains stoic about his older brother’s desire, not showing the slightest change in emotion since arriving. Ape broke the momentary silence as Bull dealt out the cards.
Ape: That’s all well and good man, but how the hell do you plan on doin’ that?
Syn swiped a card from the deck that Bull and Ape and began playing with it, the smile never leaving his face.
Syn: By beating the bearer of our industry’s most well known legacy: Christopher Flair. (Syn continues playing with the card, a frown forming on his face) While I don’t particularly care about becoming the World Heavyweight Champion, I cannot and will not allow that tainted lie that he accepts to be a victory over me to stand, and it would be an offense in the highest degree if I even entertained the notion. It’s not out of hatred that I want to do this, mind you, but I want to see the look of absolute devastation and loss in his eyes once I take everything he works for, everything he stands for, and everything that he cherishes, and light it ablaze right before his very eyes.
By now, Bull and Ape had abandoned their card game after Syn had begun speaking, and were left speechless after he was done. There was an uncomfortable stretch of silence that followed, before Alisyn and Jimmy re-entered the room, Alisyn with her arm bandaged, and Jimmy looking immensely proud of himself.
Jimmy: Well, its finished! I gotta tell ya Syn, your girl has an eye for design and – (Jimmy notices the silence in the room) – did I miss somethin’?
Syn stands up, the card still in hand, before speaking.
Syn: Nothing, Jimmy. Just some interest on my future plans.
Jimmy nods in understanding, chalking this up to Syn’s eccentric behavior. Syn lays the card back down on the table and motions for Alisyn and Kai, gives Jimmy a brief farewell, and the three take their leave. Curious as to why Syn held on to the card for so long, Jimmy picked it up and looked at it, before he chuckles in amusement.
Jimmy: (Still chuckling)Typical Syn.
Jimmy tosses the card back onto the table, and it lands face up: It was a Joker card. The camera fades to black as it zooms in on the single card laying on the table.
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