Post by Anthony Jordan on Nov 30, 2010 20:43:46 GMT -4
*The scene opens up in the back of the AWA Arena. "The Role Model" leans against the wall and looks out to the loading ramp as the camera pans out. Dressed in his black suit with a white shirt and white tie, Jordan sighs as he looks outside.*
Voice: "So this is where you've been?"
*Jordan turns around and frowns at the sight of his ex-girlfriend, Chantelle.*
Jordan: "You got some nerve."
Chantelle: "I'm not here for a fight."
*Jordan glares at her.*
Jordan: "What do you want?"
Chanelle: "Checking in on you. You seem despondent. I worry when you grow detached."
*Shocked by what he hears, Jordan's jaw is agape until he gives one laugh.*
Jordan: "Really? You 'worry?' The woman who loved me so much she agreed to marry me the week after she slept with my archenemy is worried about me. Well, that just means the freaking world to me, Chantelle!"
*His comments hurt her. The look on her face conveys as much, but she knows she isn't going to get any pity.*
Chantelle: "It's been ten months, AJ..."
*Word words, lady. Jordan flashes a look of pure anger as he marches up to her and forces her to look into his eyes.*
Jordan: "Well, pardon me for not abiding by your imaginary timetable for how long it should take MY BROKEN HEART TO MEND!"
*Chantelle breaks free and looks away.*
Chantelle: "I'm sorry."
Jordan: "That does not fix anything."
Chantelle: "I don't expect it to. I know I can't fix what I did, and I am sorry for not telling you about Michael. I just want you to be happy."
Jordan: "Yet, you are here talking to me. That puts me as far away from happy as I can be."
*He goes back to the wall and leans as he shakes his head.*
Chantelle: "I know you've vilified me, and no one blames you for that. I don't expect you to think well of me, but I hope you would remember that I know you well. Better than anyone that's left here."
Jordan: "What of it?"
*Chantelle seems taken aback that "The Role Model" didn't even dispute the point. She brushes her red hair back behind her left ear as she takes a step toward them.*
Chantelle: "Michael's gone, and the Industry is now the establishment you fought against. I know you feel lost. That's why you've distanced yourself from wrestling."
Jordan: "What is your point?"
Chantelle: "My point is that you won't care as much, and you could get hurt. Hurt badly. I know you lied about your head injuries, but you have had problems in the past. Don't lose your focus if you're going to continue wrestling."
*Jordan snorts.*
Jordan: "Please. I can beat most of the roster on muscle memory alone."
*Chantelle walks up and grabs him by the arm.*
Chantelle: "No, you can't!"
*Jordan gives her a death glare, but she stands her ground.*
Chantelle: "I listened to all your wrestling lectures. In case you forget, I did really love you and did really pay attention. Sure, you have great physical skills, but so does everyone. Your excellence came from your studying and hard work. If you're heart's not in it, something bad could happen. Do whatever you want with your life, but if want to wrestle, put your heart into it!"
*Jordan breaks free.*
Jordan: "Things tend not to end well for me when I use that strategy."
Chantelle: "Would you quit fucking bitching about what happened? Yes, it hurt. Yes, it was horrible, but are you going to spend the rest of your life being controlled by it?"
*Jordan snaps around and is almost shaking with rage. He talks to her in a low growl.*
Jordan: "I lost my love, my 'brother,' and my sister in a month. I think I am allowed to be upset as I want to be."
*He reaches under his shirt and pulls out her engagement ring that's hung upon a necklace.*
Jordan: "I will never forget the pain. This reminds me of how ugly the world really is. The people I loved the most hated me for no good reason. Michael turned on me because I objected to him not turning down your advances. Angela disowned me because I could not find enough time for her when we were growing up. You could never fully commit to me. What did I do to the deserve that?"
*What answer can Chantelle really give?*
Jordan: "My world crumbled, and who was there for me? Everyone in the AWA was happy to let me suffer because it made money. I agonized so those pigs in the boardroom could have a little more money! I was denied basic human dignity..."
*He hangs his head.*
Jordan: "You are wondering about what I want? I want revenge for all of that! All I have left is this burning rage in my heart and emptiness in my soul."
Chantelle: "It'll consume you, you know."
Jordan: "I know. It would be smart to let it go, but I am too afraid to."
Chantelle: "Why?"
Jordan: "I have no idea what would happen to me. I have no idea if I would go back to the man I used to be. I doubt I can."
Chantelle: "Just last month you seemed more normal. You weren't the maniac that you were last spring."
Jordan: "It was all an act. Don and I knew I had to act that way to lull everyone into believing that I was going to betray him. I have to act to be that man. I have to put on the 'Anthony Jordan' mask."
*All of a sudden, a man runs up and snaps a picture of the former couple.*
Man: "What a scoop!"
*Jordan pulls Chantelle close to him as she's completely shocked. He gives his goofy grin.*
Jordan: "You better believe it!"
*The man snaps a few pictures. Jordan lets Chantelle go and extends his right hand.*
Jordan: "Hey, can I get a couple of those?"
*The man shakes Jordan's hand.*
Man: "Yes, sir. Boy, I needed this. Hard times, you know. Was about to lose my house."
Jordan: "Sounds rough, man. A mortgage bill on top of a large hospital bill."
Man: "What do you mea..."
*He's cut off as Jordan knees him in the stomach. Chantelle watches in horror as Jordan rips the man's camera away and smashes it against his face. The man crumples to the ground as Jordan reaches into his back pocket and pulls out his wallet. He takes out all the cash and puts the wallet up.*
Jordan: "How much is my humiliation worth? Will this cover it?"
*Jordan drops to his knees. He puts the money on top of his right fist and punches the barely conscious man in the face. The money falls to the ground and soon blood trickles on top of it. Chantelle pulls Jordan away. She grabs him by the face.*
Chantelle: "Please, don't be this man. This isn't you."
*"The Role Model" pulls her hands away.*
Jordan: "What you just saw has as much of a claim to my name than that mask I wore."
*Jordan walks away with an emotionless look on his face. From the opposite direction, a puff of smoke appears and soon Donzig walks onto the scene.*
Donzig: "My dear, you are a miracle worker."
*Chantelle turns to Donzig.*
Chantelle: "What are you talking about?"
Donzig: "There's nothing I could do in a million years to turn AJ into the man he needs to be, but you did it in five minutes. You've impressed me."
Chantelle: "You're sick."
Donzig: "That's an accurate description, but you should be nicer to me. After all who allowed you to get those close to him?"
Chantelle: "You knew he'd do this?"
Donzig: "No, but I was damn sure hoping he would!"
*Donzig removes his cigar and smirks.*
Donzig: "Now before you storm off, listen to an offer I have for you."
Chantelle: "You have nothing I want, you sick freak!"
*She starts to storm away.*
Donzig: "Walk away, and you'll never be allowed at any AWA event."
*She stops and glares at "The American Destroyer."*
Donzig: "Good girl. So here's what I see from where I'm standing: we're in a tug of war for AJ's soul. I bet you believe you can save him and make him the man he was. I'm hoping that you'll continue to make him dangerous and violent. That said, I'll permit you to freely come and go from any AWA event and even offer you my protection to ensure none of the foes of the Industry can target you."
Chantelle: "And?"
*Donzig tsks.*
Donzig: "'And' nothing. Like I said it's a tug of war. I know I'm right, so as you try in vain to 'fix' AJ you will actually be a pro bono employee of the Industry who takes care of my monster. You game?"
*Chantelle frowns.*
Chantelle: "He's so supposed to be your friend."
Donzig: "He is. Friends want the best for each other. AJ needs to be ruthless to achieve his goals and stay focused. I'm doing what I can to help him."
Chantelle: "You're just using him."
Donzig: "I didn't come here to play some game of semantics bullshit. You taking the deal or not?"
Chantelle: "AJ's a great guy who got hurt. He's wounded and needs to be healed. If his 'friend' won't help him, then I will."
*Donzig grins.*
Donzig: "Excellent."
*Chantelle walks away as Donzig pulls out a wad of cash and tosses it down at the man who's now regaining consciousness.*
Donzig: "This isn't going to court."
*Not even waiting for a reply, Donzig turns and leaves as the scene ends.*
Voice: "So this is where you've been?"
*Jordan turns around and frowns at the sight of his ex-girlfriend, Chantelle.*
Jordan: "You got some nerve."
Chantelle: "I'm not here for a fight."
*Jordan glares at her.*
Jordan: "What do you want?"
Chanelle: "Checking in on you. You seem despondent. I worry when you grow detached."
*Shocked by what he hears, Jordan's jaw is agape until he gives one laugh.*
Jordan: "Really? You 'worry?' The woman who loved me so much she agreed to marry me the week after she slept with my archenemy is worried about me. Well, that just means the freaking world to me, Chantelle!"
*His comments hurt her. The look on her face conveys as much, but she knows she isn't going to get any pity.*
Chantelle: "It's been ten months, AJ..."
*Word words, lady. Jordan flashes a look of pure anger as he marches up to her and forces her to look into his eyes.*
Jordan: "Well, pardon me for not abiding by your imaginary timetable for how long it should take MY BROKEN HEART TO MEND!"
*Chantelle breaks free and looks away.*
Chantelle: "I'm sorry."
Jordan: "That does not fix anything."
Chantelle: "I don't expect it to. I know I can't fix what I did, and I am sorry for not telling you about Michael. I just want you to be happy."
Jordan: "Yet, you are here talking to me. That puts me as far away from happy as I can be."
*He goes back to the wall and leans as he shakes his head.*
Chantelle: "I know you've vilified me, and no one blames you for that. I don't expect you to think well of me, but I hope you would remember that I know you well. Better than anyone that's left here."
Jordan: "What of it?"
*Chantelle seems taken aback that "The Role Model" didn't even dispute the point. She brushes her red hair back behind her left ear as she takes a step toward them.*
Chantelle: "Michael's gone, and the Industry is now the establishment you fought against. I know you feel lost. That's why you've distanced yourself from wrestling."
Jordan: "What is your point?"
Chantelle: "My point is that you won't care as much, and you could get hurt. Hurt badly. I know you lied about your head injuries, but you have had problems in the past. Don't lose your focus if you're going to continue wrestling."
*Jordan snorts.*
Jordan: "Please. I can beat most of the roster on muscle memory alone."
*Chantelle walks up and grabs him by the arm.*
Chantelle: "No, you can't!"
*Jordan gives her a death glare, but she stands her ground.*
Chantelle: "I listened to all your wrestling lectures. In case you forget, I did really love you and did really pay attention. Sure, you have great physical skills, but so does everyone. Your excellence came from your studying and hard work. If you're heart's not in it, something bad could happen. Do whatever you want with your life, but if want to wrestle, put your heart into it!"
*Jordan breaks free.*
Jordan: "Things tend not to end well for me when I use that strategy."
Chantelle: "Would you quit fucking bitching about what happened? Yes, it hurt. Yes, it was horrible, but are you going to spend the rest of your life being controlled by it?"
*Jordan snaps around and is almost shaking with rage. He talks to her in a low growl.*
Jordan: "I lost my love, my 'brother,' and my sister in a month. I think I am allowed to be upset as I want to be."
*He reaches under his shirt and pulls out her engagement ring that's hung upon a necklace.*
Jordan: "I will never forget the pain. This reminds me of how ugly the world really is. The people I loved the most hated me for no good reason. Michael turned on me because I objected to him not turning down your advances. Angela disowned me because I could not find enough time for her when we were growing up. You could never fully commit to me. What did I do to the deserve that?"
*What answer can Chantelle really give?*
Jordan: "My world crumbled, and who was there for me? Everyone in the AWA was happy to let me suffer because it made money. I agonized so those pigs in the boardroom could have a little more money! I was denied basic human dignity..."
*He hangs his head.*
Jordan: "You are wondering about what I want? I want revenge for all of that! All I have left is this burning rage in my heart and emptiness in my soul."
Chantelle: "It'll consume you, you know."
Jordan: "I know. It would be smart to let it go, but I am too afraid to."
Chantelle: "Why?"
Jordan: "I have no idea what would happen to me. I have no idea if I would go back to the man I used to be. I doubt I can."
Chantelle: "Just last month you seemed more normal. You weren't the maniac that you were last spring."
Jordan: "It was all an act. Don and I knew I had to act that way to lull everyone into believing that I was going to betray him. I have to act to be that man. I have to put on the 'Anthony Jordan' mask."
*All of a sudden, a man runs up and snaps a picture of the former couple.*
Man: "What a scoop!"
*Jordan pulls Chantelle close to him as she's completely shocked. He gives his goofy grin.*
Jordan: "You better believe it!"
*The man snaps a few pictures. Jordan lets Chantelle go and extends his right hand.*
Jordan: "Hey, can I get a couple of those?"
*The man shakes Jordan's hand.*
Man: "Yes, sir. Boy, I needed this. Hard times, you know. Was about to lose my house."
Jordan: "Sounds rough, man. A mortgage bill on top of a large hospital bill."
Man: "What do you mea..."
*He's cut off as Jordan knees him in the stomach. Chantelle watches in horror as Jordan rips the man's camera away and smashes it against his face. The man crumples to the ground as Jordan reaches into his back pocket and pulls out his wallet. He takes out all the cash and puts the wallet up.*
Jordan: "How much is my humiliation worth? Will this cover it?"
*Jordan drops to his knees. He puts the money on top of his right fist and punches the barely conscious man in the face. The money falls to the ground and soon blood trickles on top of it. Chantelle pulls Jordan away. She grabs him by the face.*
Chantelle: "Please, don't be this man. This isn't you."
*"The Role Model" pulls her hands away.*
Jordan: "What you just saw has as much of a claim to my name than that mask I wore."
*Jordan walks away with an emotionless look on his face. From the opposite direction, a puff of smoke appears and soon Donzig walks onto the scene.*
Donzig: "My dear, you are a miracle worker."
*Chantelle turns to Donzig.*
Chantelle: "What are you talking about?"
Donzig: "There's nothing I could do in a million years to turn AJ into the man he needs to be, but you did it in five minutes. You've impressed me."
Chantelle: "You're sick."
Donzig: "That's an accurate description, but you should be nicer to me. After all who allowed you to get those close to him?"
Chantelle: "You knew he'd do this?"
Donzig: "No, but I was damn sure hoping he would!"
*Donzig removes his cigar and smirks.*
Donzig: "Now before you storm off, listen to an offer I have for you."
Chantelle: "You have nothing I want, you sick freak!"
*She starts to storm away.*
Donzig: "Walk away, and you'll never be allowed at any AWA event."
*She stops and glares at "The American Destroyer."*
Donzig: "Good girl. So here's what I see from where I'm standing: we're in a tug of war for AJ's soul. I bet you believe you can save him and make him the man he was. I'm hoping that you'll continue to make him dangerous and violent. That said, I'll permit you to freely come and go from any AWA event and even offer you my protection to ensure none of the foes of the Industry can target you."
Chantelle: "And?"
*Donzig tsks.*
Donzig: "'And' nothing. Like I said it's a tug of war. I know I'm right, so as you try in vain to 'fix' AJ you will actually be a pro bono employee of the Industry who takes care of my monster. You game?"
*Chantelle frowns.*
Chantelle: "He's so supposed to be your friend."
Donzig: "He is. Friends want the best for each other. AJ needs to be ruthless to achieve his goals and stay focused. I'm doing what I can to help him."
Chantelle: "You're just using him."
Donzig: "I didn't come here to play some game of semantics bullshit. You taking the deal or not?"
Chantelle: "AJ's a great guy who got hurt. He's wounded and needs to be healed. If his 'friend' won't help him, then I will."
*Donzig grins.*
Donzig: "Excellent."
*Chantelle walks away as Donzig pulls out a wad of cash and tosses it down at the man who's now regaining consciousness.*
Donzig: "This isn't going to court."
*Not even waiting for a reply, Donzig turns and leaves as the scene ends.*
