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Date Posted: 22:54:41 09/30/00 Sat
Author: Deacon Riggz
Subject: It's Time For a Change! (Battle Royal Participants)

Portland, OR
September 30th, 2000 (7:12 pm)


[When the scene opens, a close-up of hubcap can be seen. The camera zooms out to reveal, Uncle Kurt climbing out of his black, mustang and rushing up towards the old fanshion, large house. Within a few seconds, Kurt is standing on the porch, ringing the doorbell. The door opens and an older women, stands there. She wears a blue dress and small black shoes. She smiles when he sees Kurt and gives him a quick hug. She whispers something to him, then they proceed into the house.]

[After a little while of walking, they arrive in a living room. An elderly gentlemen, sits in a leather Lazy Boy, watching a news program. Kurt walks over to the man, and offers him his hand. The man glances at him, then snickers and turns back to the TV. Kurt, walks away, back towards the old women.]

woman: I'm sorry, Kurt. He says you're the one that led Deacon into this hardcore fighting thing. Says, in his day wrestling was wrestling. Now it's nothing more then two men, cheating andexploiting women. Says it's a waste of money now!

Kurt: It's OK, sis. I don't let him get to me! So where is he?

woman: Upstairs in his room, he's very quiet, hasn't spoken a word to either one of since since coming home. I don't know what's wrong with him, but he trusts you! He talks to you, that's why I called!

Kurt: Yeah, Deek's a good kid. Just hasn't had a lot a positive male rolemodels in his life. I guess he's just showing us that, now...

[With that the scene slowly fades to black. When the scene reopens, Kurt sits in a wooden chair by the door. Over on the wall, there's a huge window. The sun is shinning brightly through, and a man sits infront of the window. Because of the sunlight, we can only see a black figure, no details can be made out. But we know it's Deacon Riggz.]

Kurt: Deacon what's wrong?

[Deacon says nothing, but instead continues to stare out of the window, breathing lightly.]

Kurt: Deacon... You haven't showed up for work in weeks. You don't even go to the arenas, anymore! Deacon, when you were six years old you know what you wanted to be!? A wrestling superstar, like your father and like your uncle! Well Deacon, I gave you your shot! I got you into this sport, I trained you! I taught you everything I knew about hardcore fighting. You're father taught you everything he knew about technision wrestling! Deacon, you have the skills, the oppertunity because of us, and this is how you repay us!? By just sitting around and missing work!? You're entered in a Battle Royal come Wednesday! And do you know what happens if you loose? Do you!? You're out! It's as simple as that, in this Battle Royal, whoever wins gets to keep his contract! Deacon, you have to focuse!

Deacon: For so long, I've sat by and watched as people have risen to the top! I've watched 'em all! Chris Damm, Griff Truxell, Celia and Skylar Thomas. And I've sat by patiently waiting for my time. You know? I mean, I watched them rise to the top knowing, that I too would be pushed to the top of the ladder, and I knew it wouldn't be right away! I mean, I was only 17 years old! But damnit Kurt, it's been two years! I'm nineteen years old, I'll be twenty in a few months! And I'm still fighting no named jobbers, who couldn't get a win if their opponet died in the middle of the ring! This Battle Royal proves it! Winner gets to keep his contract! So what!? What does that do for me!? OK, let's say I do win this Battle Royal, and get to keep my contract, for what!? I'm still going to be wrestling no talent, has-beens and never-willbes! I'm sick of it! There's no point in even trying anymore... Let them have their superstars! Let then ride Trace, Chris and Skylar! I don't care anymore! Because when those chumps get old and slow, Deacon Riggz will still be here and he'll still be kickin' ass!

Kurt: Kickin' ass, huh? Where!? Deek, you wont be kickin' anyone's ass if you don't go in for work!

Deacon: Why would I go to work!? So I can sit in the back and watch the same ol' match between Damm and Blaze. Or so I can watch Trace and Vixxxen make retards outta themselves. Or so maybe my name will be called and I can fight, Marlon "The Wonder Dwarf"? Thanks, but no thanks!

Kurt: Deacon, you can be a star. You can! You can be bigger than Damm, bigger then Trace, bigger than even the whole Thomas family! But you gotta stick with it! You gotta pay your dues! When the times right, you'll be called on. And when you are, you'll walk down that ring, step through those ropes. And win some gold! You think I became World Champion over night!? NO, I wrestled for five years before I won my first World Title! You gotta pay your dues!

Deacon: Save me the after school special please! I got things to worry about, things bigger than some Battle Royal!

[Kurt stands up, and kicks the chair over. He grabs Deacon from behind and turns him around, he pins him against the wall and glares into his eyes. For the first time in a long time, we can see Deacon's face. There are heavy bags under his eyes, his eyes are bloodshot. It looks like he hasn't slept in days. For a second Kurt looks shocked and concerned, but only for a second.]

Kurt: Listen up kid! There's is nothing, more important then your career! You understand me!? Any of that sh*t you're doing right now, don't mean a thing! The one and only thing you have to worry about, no wait, the only two things you have to worry about are, 1) Winning that match on Wednesday and making something out of your god**a life and 2) Not having me kick your ass right here, where you stand!

[Deacon glares at Kurt. He doesn't say a word, just stares into Kurt's eyes. Not showing an ounce of fear, worry or any emotion at all. Kurt kind of laughs and lets go of Deacon.]

Kurt: Get your things together, we only got a few days to get you to the show and get you back into tip top shape!

Deacon: On one condition, this time... ...we do it, my way!

Kurt: We'll see...

[Deacon shakes his head and has a serious expression on his face.]

Deacon: No, we do it my way! Or no way at all!

Kurt: Maybe!

[Kurt steps up, and there's an intense stare down between Deacon and Kurt Riggz. Then the scene fades to black.]

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