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Date Posted: 20:41:27 03/11/03 Tue
Author: "The Sentinel" Gabriel Blade
Subject: Back at the Hotel (IM)

(Scene opens with a shot of the interior of the LWS Superfans’ hotel room. “The Sentinel” Gabriel Blade is sitting on the bed to the right wearing a baggy gray T-shirt with the sleeves cut off and blue jeans and looking wholly and totally exhausted. In his hand is a remote control, and the sound of the television set can be heard. Blade doesn’t appear to be pleased with what he sees, as he sits shaking his head, an angered looking flowing into his features. The door to the room swings open, and in walk fellow Superfans David Deigan and Michael MacFee.)

Mick- Ok, we talked to the people at the front desk, they said they’ve registered the complaint about the water and they’ll do their best to take care of it as soon as humanly possible.

Dave- Yeah, so in other words, we might get a hot shower sometime before we leave, if we’re lucky.

Mick- Pretty much, yeah. So anyway, I’ve been thinking about dinner. What do you want to do tonight, room service or go out to eat? There’s this place a couple of blocks over that I’d like to try if we go out… Hey, Gabe, you listening?

(Gabe doesn’t seem to hear his friends, or be aware of their presence for that matter. He just looks on at the TV, ever more anger showing on his face as the other Superfans realize that he hasn’t heard a word they’ve said.)

Mick- Gabe? Hello, Gabe?

Dave- Earth to Gabe.

(Still not getting any response they follow Gabe’s eyes to the TV where they see the conclusion of a recently released UWS Iron Man promo. As the promo comes to an end Gabe growls and throws the remote at the TV. It clatters against the screen, the panel covering the batteries coming off and flying in another direction. His friends, obviously concerned, move in to see to Blade.)

Mick- Wow, Gabe, come on!

Dave- Jesus, man, get a grip.

(Blade finally becomes aware of the presence of Mick and Dave, and their concerned expression. When he does, some of the anger eases out of his face.)

Gabe- What?

Mick- Gabe, we’ve been talking to you for five minutes, and you’ve completely ignored us. You just kept staring at the TV, and then you threw the damn remote at it. Guy, you’ve got to be careful, dealing with no hot water in this place is bad enough, we don’t want them bitching about us breaking things.

Dave- Yeah, man, what was up with you? Are you all right?

Gabe- I’m sorry about that, I was just watching some of the latest promos, I guess I just got a little bit worked up.

Mick- A little worked up? I’d say that’s a bit of an understatement.

Gabe- Yeah, you’re right. It’s just (Standing up and moving past them so he has room to pace, once again becoming agitated.) Those guys get me so mad.

Dave- Which guys?

Gabe- The entire top of the tournament. Lee Todd, Thorn, Tumbler, they’re… infuriating, I can’t stand listening to the crap they put out.

Mick- Well, I know they throw their share of insults, but you should be able to handle that…

Gabe- No, it’s not just the insults, it’s everything. Every single thing the lot of them does, every word, every promo, every action. It’s disgusting! Not a one of them has any respect for anyone besides themselves, not a one of them shows even a hint of Honor. It’s, it’s, it’s ridiculous! (sarcastically) My illustrious competition, the cream of the crop, the best of the best of the UWS, and look at how they conduct themselves! Look at Tumbler. He’s in fourth place in the tournament, he’s one of only four man with a possibility of winning it all, he’s one half of the tag team champions, he prides himself on being the Greatest High Flyer in the World, and how does he act, how does he conduct himself? He runs around like a buffoon, making a fool of himself. My God, they make fun of me for being young, if I had to judge by his actions I’d swear Tumbler was no older than 12! How has he prepared for this tournament? How has he chosen to present himself to the UWS and the world? He goes off and plays hero just so he can demand sex of some poor woman that had the misfortune of being saved by the joke known as the Chosen One, and then has the audacity to be outraged when she rightfully shuts him down! He runs around pretending to be a monk in a farce of a search for enlightenment, making a mockery of those who truly seek the greatest of knowledges and the awakening of the soul in the process. He trots around Las Vegas representing himself as an idiot, and representing the entire UWS as such in the process. He acts like an imbecile; he attempts to pay a woman for sex! He destroys whatever reputation he may have had, and in the process takes away from the UWS, from the Iron Man tournament, and from all that the rest of us have worked so hard to create just so he can parade around getting his kicks. This, this is how the fourth ranked competitor in the ultimate of tournaments shows himself to the world!

(Gabe and Mick each start to say something, but seeing the intensity in their friend’s face as he seethes with barely controlled fury and paces the floor, they decide against. For now, they reason, it would be best to just let Blade vent and get this off his chest.)

Gabe- And then there’s Thorn! (grimacing) Brian Thorn. This man is an insult to every other human being walking the Earth, and he is a disgrace to the UWS. (with a sneer) The Ultimate Model of Perfection in a mortal man. The man tied for second place after all but one of the Iron Man tournament events. So cocky, so arrogant, so sure of himself and his abilities. So sure he’s going to walk right over me and claim the Unified championship and the Iron Man title. He believes himself to have the greatest intellect the world has ever known, and yet he is so completely incapable of realizing the simple truth about himself, that he is far from perfect. That instead of being the epitome of humanity he is really a pathetic delusional fool who doesn’t realize that the whole world’s laughing at him, or does realize and thinks that they are the fools. God, this… man erks me. How a person could possibly be so vain and so out of touch with reality escapes me completely. But forgetting about his false perfection, his ego, his skewed perspective, putting all of that to the side, his actions speak even louder than his words, and they are just as grotesque as his claims of perfection. This man who, despite his inflation of them, has brilliant skill in our profession, this man who has better genes, better education, and more money than most people ever dream of, and how does he use it all? How does he make benefit of all that is at his disposal? He breaks into his own girlfriend’s apartment building and gases her to force her to talk to him. He uses the fear that same woman has over being Stalked by the psychotic Sin as a trick to pull her away from doing her part to help her community because he can’t stand to be around old people. He uses his fame, looks, and charisma to seduce every beautiful woman who comes his way, using them and tossing them to the side, cheating on the “steady girl” he claims to love again and again and again. He uses his wealth to buy gadgets and toys so he can play secret agent and break into the UWS headquarters in the hopes of getting an edge over the rest of us. He spends $7,000 on and then destroys a work of art that someone put his or her soul into and then destroyed that art that meant so much to someone just so he could throw darts at a picture of me. Brian Thorn is a menace. He’s a glutton and cheat. He doesn’t deserve one tenth of what he’s been given, and not only do others suffer because those that deserve are deprived of what he has, but he does everything in his power to increase their suffering for his own sick entertainment and to soothe his gargantuan ego. I don’t at all accept or condone the actions of the demented monster Sin, but I can more than understand why he has chosen Brian Thorn as the recipient of his vengeance. Brian Thorn is a sinner if ever the world has seen one, and to see him represent the UWS as our Iron Man and our Unified champion would be an injury I could not and will not tolerate. (slight pause) But despite all that, despite everything that Thorn’s done, he’s not the worst of the lot. His crimes are easily overshadowed.

(Mick and Dave know what’s coming now. One man has dominated the mind of their dear friend for months now, and only that one man could rank higher in his mind as villain.)

Gabe- No, the worst of them all is the other man tied for second place, just two small points behind me in the tournament, Lee F’n’ Todd.

(His face contorts with anger as he says the name. In deed, flowing off his lips it seems not to be a name, but the greatest of obscenities.)

Gabe- Lee Todd, the LWA divisional champion. Lee Todd, the UWS tag team champion. Lee Todd, the biggest snake contaminating the Garden of Eden. The fact that this man represents my LWA as its Champion while I am forced to compete under the banner of the OWF is an intolerable crime. To see him as the representative and Champion of the entire UWS would be comparable to making a pact with the Devil himself. Oh, God, this man infuriates me more than I ever thought possible. I never realized how far anger could go until he walked into my life. I love this business so much, it means more to me than virtually anything else in the universe. Wrestling is my life. Nothing could be more serious, nothing could be more sacred. And Lee Todd is one of its greats, and yet this man who does what I love and does it so well, does he respect the sport through which we make our livelihoods? Does he show the same love and devotion for the craft that I do? No way, not be a long shot. He takes this sport that I love so much and he makes it into a pathetic joke. He’s a mockery of a wrestler, a mockery of a champion. Nothing matters to him, nothing is protected, everything is just fodder for more cheap jokes. What does this man do with his time on the air with the UWS? He plays Hungry Hungry Hippos with his opening round opponent and his little brother! And then he goes on to have the most ridiculous, idiotic waste of time diatribe with Price that I have ever seen. He goes and plays private eye, persecuting the poor kid who was his student, making himself and the entire wrestling world out to be a bunch of brain dead oafs. He rattles on about his farcical feud with his friend and partner over tea and cold showers. He takes us along for a ride while he goes out to buy cigarettes and has a stimulating conversation with the shop keep about cream corn. I pour my heart out, I give of my blood, my body, and my soul, I give all that I am to this business fighting to be the best that I can, and he cuts a promo calling me boring, repetitive, a waste.

(His anger and frustration, great throughout his entire speech, grows by leaps and bounds as he continues on about Lee F’n’ Todd. His agitation, his pacing, and the flow of his words go ever faster as he races towards the end. As he does, his friends grow more and more concerned, for their friend is seemingly losing control.)

Gabe- I fight every day to earn my spot at the top, I fight in the ring, I fight with my training, I fight with my words. I stand atop the Iron Man mountain along side Lee Todd because of everything I’ve done, every fight I’ve endured, ever minute I’ve trained, every word I’ve spoken. I’ve earned my place in the UWS, and all I ask for is his respect! I’ve proven time and time again, every time we’ve stepped into that ring that I am his equal, that I deserve to be where I am, I deserve consideration for all that I’ve done, but he refuses to give it to me! I stand up and I strike against the words he has leveled at me, and he takes what I’ve said and turns it into a joke, a farce, another to add to his long list of play things. He spits in my face, he spits in the face of everything that matters to me, he denies all that I have fought for! I HATE HIM!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!

(Blade finally stops pacing as he lets out a visceral scream, grabbing his head and shaking as he releases the anger that has built up inside of him. Mick and Dave rush over to him full of concern and fear. Dave puts his hands on Gabe’s shoulders and gently shakes him.)

Dave- Gabe, you’ve got to get a hold of yourself, you’ve got to pull yourself together. Why does he get to you so much? What about this man crawls inside of you and hurts you like this? Gabe, he’s not the end of the world, he’s just one man. He’s no more or less than you, no better, nothing greater. He’s just a wrestler like you, just a competitor trying to win this tournament. He doesn’t recognize you for the threat you pose, he doesn’t give you the respect you’ve earned, well so what? You don’t need him, and that’s his loss. He’ll be forced to realize his mistake when you beat him for the Iron Man title. You’ve got to take care of yourself, if you don’t get with it, this stress, this emotion is going to destroy you. My God, Tumbler, Thorn, Todd, they’re just men. They don’t deserve this kind of emotion; they don’t deserve this much of you. Forget about them until they step into the ring, then take them down, pin the fuckers, show them that it’s your ring, and throw them the fuck out of it. Then they’ll have to see you for what you are, and you won’t have to concern yourself with what they do or say any longer. Now, you got me?

(Gabe slowly comes down from the frantic state he’d worked himself into. Coming to his senses in a fashion, he breathes deeply and nods his head.)

Mick- You ok, man?

Gabe- Yeah, yeah, I’ll be fine.

(Dave is about to say more, but is interrupted by a knock at the door. The three Superfans are all surprised, as they can’t think of any reason anyone would have for knocking on their door. Mick walks over to the door and looks through the peephole. Looking even more confused, he opens the door. A handsome woman in her mid thirties wearing a nice business stands in front of their room.)

Woman- Hello, gentlemen. I’m Vanessa Jones; I’m a manager here.

Mick- Oh, were we being too loud? I’m sorry if there was a complaint…

Vanessa- Not at all, it’s I that owe the apology. I understand that you have gone without any hot water in your room for some time now?

Dave- Yeah, we called and let the desk known a couple of days ago.

Vanessa- And I am truly sorry for the delay in responding to your problem. It’s an unacceptable mistake on our part, and we’d like to do something to make it up to you.

Mick- What exactly do you have in mind?

Vanessa- We’re upgrading your reservations. For the rest of your stay you’ll each have your own adjoining rooms upstairs, where I assure you that the hot water is fully functional.

Mick-… What?

Vanessa- We only hope that our gesture will be sufficient. (handing Mick 3 electric card keys) These are the keys to your new rooms, and a bellboy will be up in just a moment to help you with your things. Please, if there’s anything else we can do for you, don’t hesitate to ask.

Mick- Thanks.

(As the manager excuses herself the three stand there looking dumbfounded.)

Dave- What brought that on?

(The scene cuts to a couple of floors up as the door to Gabe’s new room swings open. The room is roughly the same size as the Superfans’ old room, perhaps a little bit larger, but with only one bed, this one king sized. A table on the far side of the room has a fruit basket atop it. Comfortable looking padded chairs rest on each side of the room. A bellboy carries in Gabe’s things, placing them on the floor by the bed. The Superfans walk in after him.)

Dave- So let me get this straight, we each get a room like this at no additional cost?

Bellboy- That’s right, sir. Your rooms are adjacent to Mr. Blades.

Dave- Man, somebody upstairs likes us. Gabe, I know you’re getting famous, but are you this famous?

Gabe- I don’t think so, man. I don’t know why they’re doing this…

(The scene cuts downstairs to the hotel lobby. We see the handsome brown haired man who made a surprise appearance in the Sentinel’s locker room approaching the desk. He is wearing an equally impeccably tailored suit, this one coal gray with a black shirt and red tie. He rests his hands on the desk and addresses the attractive young woman manning it.)

Man- Has everything been taken care of?

Woman- Yes, sir, everything has been done as you asked. We promise you there won’t be any more problems.

Man- See to it that there aren’t.

Woman- And should any unfortunately arise, we will take care of them immediately and fully. From now on there will be total satisfaction.

Man- Excellent. Keep up the good work.

(The man turns, facing the camera, and looks up in the general direction of the Sentinel’s new room. He smiles the same strange smile we saw on Blackened and walks off out of our view.)

(Fade To Black.)

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