A Surprise Visit . . .

[AWA CEO: Mr. Timothy Draven]

*The camera shows a huge mansion surrounded by a 15 foot high electric fence. On the gate is a large gold plated name plate that reads “Draven Inc.” Inside the mansion is a huge room. It is a familiar room to the fans of the AWA. This is Mr. Timothy Draven’s personal office. There is a huge fireplace with a roaring fire inside it. There are a couple of chairs made from the finest Italian leather. The entire office is decked out with the finest things. Just by looking at it, you can tell this room cost Mr. Draven hundreds of thousands of dollars to create. Sitting at a desk is Mr. Timothy Draven himself. His hair is pulled back in a ponytail. He is dressed in an expensive Armani suit as always. On his desk is a glass filled with some sort of liquor. As he sits at the table, looking at paperwork, he leans back, grabs his glass and pounds the rest of the drink. He leans forward and pushes a button.*


Mr. Draven: Kristin, my drink is empty and needs to be refilled.


*The door opens and in walks Kristin Draven, the wife of Timothy Draven . . . or so everyone thinks. Kristin is not dressed in the finest clothes and sparkling with the nicest diamonds. Instead, she is in a maid outfit and looks like a wreck. She walks in, grabs Timothy’s glass and walks over to the bar. She drops a couple of ice cubes in the glass and then pours some whiskey into it. She walks over and hands it to Timothy.*


Kristin: There you are. Sorry about that Ti- . . . uh, Mr. Draven.


Mr. Draven: If you let it happen again, you’ll find yourself out on the street. You’re lucky I didn’t toss your ass out of here when you tried to empty my bank account.


Kristin: Do you need anything else?


Mr. Draven: Yes, let the cooks know I will be having company for dinner.


Kristin: Company?


Mr. Draven: Yes, your former best friend is coming over.


Kristin: Desiree?


Mr. Draven: Yes, now get out. I have business to attend to.


*Kristin looks annoyed and walks out of the room.*


Mr. Draven: Stupid whore. She tries to take my money and run, and she still tries to make me feel like it’s my fault. She might be book smart, but she’s one of the biggest idiots I know.


*Mr. Draven’s cell phone rings.*


Mr. Draven: Hello?


Voice on the other end of the phone: Pops, I’ll be there in 5 minutes. I need to talk to you about something very important.


*It’s Mr. Draven’s son, Nicholas Jacob Draven.*


Mr. Draven: Ok, see you in a few. I’ll make your whore of an ex-step mother make you a drink.


Nicholas Jacob Draven: Ok, sounds good to me.


*Commercial.*


*The camera shows Nicholas Jacob Draven walking into his father’s office. Mr. Draven stands up and gives his son a hug and then pats him on the face.*


Mr. Draven: My boy . . . it is nice to see you . . . how was your Christmas with your fiancée?


Nicholas Jacob Draven: It was good.


Mr. Draven: Are you enjoying living on the West Coast?


Nicholas Jacob Draven: Eh, it’s nice, but there’s nothing better than a white Christmas in the Adirondacks.


Mr. Draven: Can’t argue you there my boy. It’s nice seeing you. I’ve missed having you around, but this is a surprise visit which means something is up . . . so, what is it?


Nicholas Jacob Draven: I’ve been getting phone calls.


Mr. Draven: Oh?


Nicholas Jacob Draven: Yes, from some of our former employees. Three have been getting ahold of me non-stop.


Mr. Draven: Who?


Nicholas Jacob Draven: Whitey Ford, Uncle Bill and Slam II.


*Mr. Draven rolls his eyes.*


Mr. Draven: Two has-beens and a drug addict. Don’t you get it Nicky? It’s not because they love the business, it’s because they’re broke. Bill needs to pay his child support and Krispy Kreme tab. Whitey and Slam II need another fix. I’m not supporting their horrible habits.


Nicholas Jacob Draven: No pops, I think this is different. Whitey has talked to Ryan Green. They want their match that never happened. Uncle Bill wants one last hardcore match and he wants it against James Lucas.


Mr. Draven: And what about Slam II?


Nicholas Jacob Draven: He wants an ultimate triple threat match to determine the greatest AWA World Heavyweight Champion . . . he wants a match, Slam II vs. Anthony Jordan . . . vs. . . . MJ Windsor!


*Mr. Draven nods his head . . . you can tell he is thinking about it . . . he takes a sip from his drink, leans forward and pushes the button on his desk.*


Mr. Draven: Kristin, my son needs a drink. Get in here . . . NOW!


*Kristin hurries in and greets her former step-son with a smile.*


Nicholas Jacob Draven: What are you smiling at? Do you really think I want to be friendly with someone who tried to destroy my family? You’re lucky my father is as generous as he is. If you were my ex-wife and you had tried to screw me over like that, I would have made sure you ended up missing . . . and trust me . . . NO ONE would have found your skanky body!


*Kristin pours Nicholas a drink and hands it to him. She turns and walks away. The camera focuses on Mr. Draven again.*


Mr. Draven: Well said. You make me proud!


Nicholas Jacob Draven: Thanks!


Mr. Draven: So the boys want one more show huh? I’m sure we could take the chains off the doors . . . clean up the inside . . . promote the shit out of this show . . . and I’ll make A LOT of money.


Nicholas Jacob Draven: You mean WE’LL make A LOT of money.


*Mr. Draven grins.*


Mr. Draven: Have I mentioned how proud I am of you?


Nicholas Jacob Draven: I learned from the best. You and grandpa. Speaking of The Ringmaster, where has he been? I’ve been trying to call him but can’t get ahold of him.


Mr. Draven: He’s been overseas checking out some new talent. He was thinking about buying the AWA arena off of me and starting up a new training facility like he used to have in Britain. He’ll always be one of the greatest managers in the world.


Nicholas Jacob Draven: Very true. He doesn’t mind putting on the wrestling trunks and grappling with the best of them. I give him credit. He’s not as young as he used to be, but he’s still no pushover.


Mr. Draven: Neither am I. Do you realize that I COULD still wrestle if I wanted to. You’re 23yrs old now. I’m only 41. There are a lot of guys still wrestling at my age.


Nicholas Jacob Draven: You ever think about coming out of retirement?


Mr. Draven: Thought about it many times, but let’s be honest. I own more businesses than I know what to do with. I’m so busy that I barely get any free time. Plus, the last back injury I had was bad enough to scare the shit out of me. I have to think about your little sister. Maybe I’ll have another child at some point. I want to watch them grow up . . . and I don’t want to do it from a hospital bed or a wheel chair.


Nicholas Jacob Draven: Very true.


Mr. Draven: How about you? You ARE the youngest AWA World Heavyweight Champion of all time . . . only beating me by a couple months. You ever think about getting back into it. I could make a couple calls. I’m sure Vince would give you a contract.


Nicholas Jacob Draven: Nah, I’m too busy running these family businesses with you. That’s why I moved out to the West Coast in the first place.


Mr. Draven: I know.


*Suddenly, over the intercom, the butler (Bernard) makes an announcement.*


Bernard the Butler: Mr. Draven, someone is here to see you.


Mr. Draven: Ok. I’m in my office.


Bernard the Butler: Ok.


*The door opens. Mr. Draven is expecting to see his dinner date. However, it’s not her . . . it’s someone else . . . *


*Take it away if you’d like.*

["Your Legend" Justin Voss]

The camera leaves both of the Draven's looking surprised and pans over to the door way where none other than Justin Voss stands. Clad in a pair of dark blue jeans and a plain black t-shirt, Voss slowly walks forward.

Justin Voss:
"Tim... Nick..."

Timothy Draven motions toward an empty chair, not taking his eyes off Voss.

Justin Voss:
"No thanks, I'll stand..."

Voss posts up against the wall in Draven's office and runs his hands over his buzz cut hair.

Justin Voss:
"I don't mean to drop by uninvited, but you and I haven't exactly spoken in some time."

Timothy Draven:
"...Do you remember that stunt you pulled with Kyle Heaven a few years back? That almost got the plug pulled in the AWA and lost me a... lot... of money."

Voss nods solemly.

Justin Voss:
"That's actually why I'm here, Tim. As much as I have run from the past, my past... it's unfinished here. I spent the best years of my life as THE face of the CWA. I captured the World title a record three times, holding it for over 3 months each time. That's something that no one else can claim."

Nicholas Draven looks on skeptical and unimpressed, but Tim continued to listen.

Justin Voss:
"Then came the issues with Kyle Heaven, I disappeared for years after that. I couldn't handle who I had become. I lost everything I had worked for in my career, I lost the support of the fans. When I had finally turned my life around I came back to the AWA and was genuinely excited for the first time in years. New faces like James Lucas, Slam II, and Jake Andrews. Legends of the past in Anthony Jordan and MJ Windsor."

You can see the sparkle in Voss' eyes as he relives the greatest times in his life.

Justin Voss:
"I realized that I had unfinished business, but it was too little, too late as the AWA had closed its doors. But what happens three days ago as while I was leaving the gym? My phone goes off, it's a call from Whitey Ford. He tells me that the guys could be getting back together for one last show. One last time where we could clean up the old arena, dust off the wrestling trunks, and make magic in that ring. One more time to relive greatness, to settle feuds, to have that rush course through our veins as the fans scream our names..."

Voss walked closed to Draven, leaning over across the desk and looking into both of their eyes.

Justin Voss:
"Now I know that you guys don't have that same passion anymore, money will do that to you... but me and the guys, we need this. We need some closure.

Nicholas clenches his jaw at the slight Voss offered up. Timothy, however, doesn't mind as all he can see is dollar signs.

Justin Voss:
"I'm asking you Draven, one last show. One more night, a night of infamy that will live on forever. I know you remember the feeling it gave you Tim, I need that. I don't care who I have to fight... Sheldon Reese, Croc or Kyle Heaven himself..."

Timothy pauses thinking of the possibilities those matches could bring. He's unsure. Years ago, those fights would be blockbusters, the talk of the town... but these days, he'd be risking a lot of money on guys that are older and not exactly the model of consistency. He's a business man, sure, but Draven wasn't about to thrown away money either.

(Keep it rolling Timbo)

[AWA CEO: Mr. Timothy Draven]

*Mr. Timothy Draven grabs his glass and pounds the rest of his drink.*


Mr. Draven: There are a few things you need to think about. One: This is not the NAW Justin, this is the AWA. I run things ALONE. Got it?


*Mr. Draven is speaking of the federation that he once owned with his (at the time) best friend Justin Voss. Voss just glares at his former business partner and best friend.*


Mr. Draven: Two: I have been talking to my son about this. This is why he is here right now. If I am going to do this, it is going to take A LOT of money. I’ll need to promote the shit out of this PPV. I will have to try to fill those arena seats. I will have to pay everyone a one month contract. Do you have any idea how much that will cost me?


*Justin Voss hasn’t taken his eyes off of Mr. Draven yet.*


Mr. Draven: When the NBA has it’s lockout, some players were offered contracts by basketball teams overseas. Some of these players were offered millions for one month contracts. What if someone gets hurt? I’d then be dealing with their medical bills. Don’t you think that if I put some of these heated rivals inside a wrestling ring together, they’re going to give it 110%? These guys will be putting forth more than ever before . . . they’ll be putting forth the effort they should have been at the end of our last run.


*Draven walks over to the bar himself. He pours a drink.*


Mr. Draven: Would you like a drink Justin?


Justin Voss: I’ll pass.


*Mr. Draven puts the top on his bottle, grabs his glass and walks back to his desk.*


Mr. Draven: Justin, you know a few things about the business. Do you realize why I closed the doors last summer?


Justin Voss: No.


Mr. Draven: You talked about having heart. Justin, I’ve made a lot of friends and a lot of enemies in this business. It’s the nature of the business. You’ll never keep everyone happy all the time. One thing that NO ONE will EVER question about Timothy Draven is the amount of heart that he has for this business. Justin, I’ve invested hundreds of millions of dollars into this business. I’ve bled for this business, and I’ve done it more times than you can count. No one questions my heart. However, the employees that I had . . . they’re the ones who stopped putting forth the effort. Do you realize I only had a couple of people who actually gave a fuck about this business when I closed the doors? People love to complain about how I closed up the doors, but it’s really hard to keep a business above water when you’ve got a lot of dead weight on board.


*Oddly enough, Justin Voss nods in agreement. These two might not see eye to eye right now, but at one point they were closer than brothers and made damn good business partners.*


Mr. Draven: I’ll tell you what Justin, I’ll go to the AWA arena. I’ll open the doors . . . but I’m not making the phone calls. I’m not going to offer people contracts. They’re going to come to me . . . and I’m not paying them up front.


Justin Voss: What? There’s no way th-


*Mr. Draven puts his right hand up, motioning for Justin to hang on.*


Mr. Draven: Trust me, they’ll get paid, but they’ll get paid based on their heart. If they come in here and don’t do much, they won’t get paid much. If they come in here and bust their asses, they’ll get a very nice check to start off their new year. That sound like a good plan to you Nicky?


Nicholas Jacob Draven: I love the idea.


Mr. Draven: So Justin, the ball will be in the employee’s hands. If they want this, they’re going to have to make it work. I’ll head to the AWA arena tomorrow. I’ll open the doors. I’ll start making some phone calls to promoters and to other investors. We’ll see what happens.


*Mr. Draven takes a sip from his drink.*