Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2012 5:27:33 GMT -5
Having retained the WCF Television Title at Slam, Eric Price is heading into Revenge with all the momentum in his favor. At Slam, it was decided that Eric Price would defend his title in a rematch against Jeff Purse at Revenge but not in any ordinary match, it would be a ladder match with the title hanging high above the ring and one man will have to climb up a ladder to retrieve said belt. In Price’s mind, it will no doubt be he who will retain but an interesting stipulation was thrown into the mix, if Price wins, then he gets a kiss from Jeff Purse’s girlfriend Kari Kendall on the Slam following Revenge. His professional life is on the upswing.
On the personal side of things, it seems that he still has to settle the matter of the strip club from two weeks prior as some incriminating footage is still out there. He has infected the carrier of said footage, Firenze, with a deadly virus that will terminate her within a month if he does not get what he wants. He has not stated what the virus is but has made it abundantly clear that he is the only one with the cure and he will stoop to any low to get what he wants.
Day I: Wednesday 8/22 – 5 PM – The Mirage in Las Vegas, NV
Scene I: Out with the old and in with the new
*Eric Price is currently in Las Vegas relaxing and getting ready for WCF Revenge but he is aware he has to get back to Los Angeles to take care of some personal business so he is staying in nearby Las Vegas to take a quick plane down to LAX in the morning. He is staying at the Mirage in Las Vegas under a pseudo name of Eustice Harmon unbeknownst to the hotel staff that he is really Eric Price. He is currently standing at a small balcony outside his room with a beautiful view of the Las Vegas Strip. He is looking away from the camera wearing a burgundy sport coat, black pants and black shirt with a black tie.*
Eric: People will never listen to common sense. People will never listen when they are being told the truth. When Adolf Hitler wrote Mein Kampf, no one listened and all were shocked by the atrocities he had frankly foretold he would do in his book. Obviously I am not condoning that man’s actions as he was a sick, evil, psychotic piece of shit that did not deserve to live. But I am pointing out a simple fact that people never seem to listen when they are being told important information or being given signs. Take for instance, Tek, didn’t I tell you I was going to beat you? What happened, you ran your mouth; you talked and talked so confidently that I was so much less than you, that I was so much weaker than you but you really should have listened to your mask or more accurately, to your own delusions that told you that I am not only better than you but that I would beat you because ultimately, that’s what I did. Not only did I beat you, I humiliated you and made you pass out because you are such a weakling, you simply could not withstand the pain any longer. I proved a point when I did that Tek and you should finally accept and realize the fact that you will never hold a singles title here in WCF because you simply can’t cut it. I beat you convincingly and decisively and there is no doubt that I am your better.
*Eric turns around toward the camera and walks into the luxury suite. He takes a seat in a large leather chair behind a glass table to relax. He looks right at the camera intently in this monologue*
But you know what Tek, I’m done talking about you, in fact, I’m done with you period! I am so sick of dealing with such a piece of trash like you. Let’s move on to another piece of trash, my opponent this Sunday by the name of Jeff Purse. Now Purse, it seems you simply couldn’t accept the beating I gave you two weeks that you decided to stick your nose in my celebration festivities. I was giving my fans what they wanted and showing them that their hero Mr. Eric Price is the greatest wrestler alive today! I was in the middle of what should have been my moment but you like the parasite that you are decided to come in and ruin it to hog the spotlight all for yourself and you decided to demand a rematch out of me.
I must admit Purse, you surprised me a bit last Sunday because I did not expect that you would accept my terms. Frankly, I proposed them because I do not believe that you deserve a rematch for what is now my Television Championship. I am simply so much better than you that you are not worth my time so I decided to throw a wrench into the proceedings. You had set out to ruin my moment so I was going to ruin your idea, I proposed the rematch on one condition, that I would grant your rematch if your little girlfriend Kari Kendall would come down to the ring and give me a kiss on the cheek. I wasn’t demanding much but I knew you wouldn’t allow it. But I never thought she would propose that if I beat you, she would then give me the kiss of a lifetime on the Slam following Revenge. She must really love you and really see the desperation in you that she decided to accept those terms. I must admit though, it does show how little confidence she has in you because she obviously wants to get together with me, especially after the little kiss we had in the backstage area on the night I beat you for the title to begin with.
Oh what a grand night that was, she gave me good luck kiss and I went on to pummel you. This Sunday, it will be no different. I will beat you and humiliate you showing you that you are not in my league. Let’s go back to this past Sunday, what happened? Pantheon lost as usual and who was the one that got pinned in that match? Hmm…let me think, oh that’s right, it was you Purse. You got pinned proving that you are indeed the weakest link in Pantheon although let’s be honest with ourselves, Pantheon are a bunch of whiny weakling crybabies anyway. You proved without a doubt that you are a loser because you simply can’t get it done in the ring. The irony is you were always billed as “The Future”. I have news for you Purse, your title just got usurped because now, I am both the present and the future of this company and you will be nothing more than a stepping-stone in my meteoric rise to the top.
*The shot widens to show the TV Title sitting on a table next to his chair.*
Because the TV Title, that title sitting right there is staying where it belongs, it is staying with a winner in yours truly Mr. Eric Price. Hey Kari, let me address you directly, you’d best get your lips ready to pucker up because one week after Revenge, Slam live in that ring, you and I have date and believe me, it will be night neither of you will ever forget! But let’s focus on this Sunday for the time being, Purse, to make it short and sweet, I will climb the ladder and retrieve my title cementing my legacy as a great Television Champion, the greatest of all time in WCF history. I will prove that I am superior to you again and that you were nothing more than hype. You ran your mouth against me for months and even as of late, you claim you will beat me and humiliate me at Revenge. Have fun with your little pipe dreams because when the dust clears and everything is said and done, Mr. Eric Price will still be the WCF Television Champion and you, you Jeff Purse will be nothing more than an afterthought that simply never was.
*Eric gives an evil grin into the camera as the doorbell for his suite rings.*
Just a second.
*Eric walks over to the door and opens it. He sees what appears to be one of the hotel doormen standing there who hands him a note.*
Doorman: A note for you sir.
*Eric looks at the note and quickly reads it. He then looks at the supposed doorman*
Eric: Who sent this?
Doorman: I don’t know sir. It was left on the desk earlier today with your name on the note.
*Eric looks at the note suspiciously.*
Eric: I haven’t seen you before.
Doorman: Well, I’m new.
Eric: Then how did you now I’m staying here?
Doorman: Well, it’s in the Hotel Directory.
*Eric looks at the doorman extremely suspiciously as he did not tell anyone about his stay there and his name is not in the directory as he used a pseudo name for his time there.*
Eric: Won’t you come in for a second, let’s get this straightened out.
Doorman: Certainly.
*As the doorman is about to come in, Eric tries to go for a weapon behind the door but the doorman quickly pulls out a needle with some liquid in it and quickly pokes Eric’s arm and injects him with the serum.*
Eric: What the hell? What the hell is this? What did you do to me?
*The doorman gives an evil smile toward Eric as Eric starts fading, his pupils getting bigger. As he is fading, he notices another body coming into the room. He looks at the woman a bit confused.*
Eric: Who? F … Firenze? What the … ?
Firenze: What am I doing here? Oh I figured you would try to be close by but I didn’t think you’d be so predictable. I injected you with a mix of a few hallucinogenic drugs, oh some LSD, Speed, and a few others, not a high dosage but enough to give you a nice ride. When we have that meeting tomorrow, I’m sure you’ll see things my way.
Eric: Bitch, how dare …
*Eric starts falling toward the ground as the world seems to fade away from him as and his eyes shut off.*
Firenze: Bye bye Price, enjoy your ride. Let’s head back to Malibu for a fun meeting tomorrow. Let’s bring the guys.
*Firenze and the suspicious doorman step out of the room locking the door on their way out as Eric is shown on the floor with his mouth starting to foam a bit as the scene fades to black.*
Scene II: Vegas is a Trip!
*The scene opens up about 25 minutes later with Eric regaining consciousness albeit not being completely Lucid. He slowly gets up and notices the world around him is somewhat strange. The floor seems to be falling out from under him in some spots, there appears to be a stockbroker standing where the refrigerator was previously wearing a suit with a hat and a cigar in his mouth, two of the walls appear fluid, and for some reason, a psychiatrist is sitting where the lamp used to be wearing a sweater, he appears to be an older balding man with glasses. He walks up to the stock broker who appears to want to talk to him.*
Eric: Hey buddy, how’s it going?
Stock Broker: Hey hey hey yourself. Just trying to get these numbers figured out, life ain’t easy you know.
Eric: Tell me about it.
*Eric’s speech appears to sound somewhat slurred due to the effect of the drugs although he is standing somewhat, eyes a bit bloodshot.*
Stock Broker: You invested in Enron?
Eric: But Enron died out about 15 years ago.
Stock Broker: What are you talking about 15 years ago? Enron is still alive and well.
Eric: But it’s 2012, they’ve been gone…
Stock Broker: 2012? Buddy, how much have you had to drink? It’s still 1997 man. 2012 is so far away, who knows, with Y2K looming, we might not even make it.
Eric: 1997? What are you …
Stock Broker: Take a look at today’s newspaper!
*Eric picks up this copy of what appears to be the LA Times and he looks at the date.*
Eric: July 10th, 1997. 1997?! Really? Let’s see here, go to the business section. Hey, the Microsoft Deal with Apple is front page news. Guess you might be right, although I can’t help but wonder what you’re doing with a Blackberry now in your hand in 1997.
Stock Broker: Oh this?
*The stock broker points at the device with the Blackberry logo that now morphs into a Palm logo*
Eric: Oh, a Palm Pilot? Guess that makes more sense.
*Eric all of a sudden hears a very familiar voice speaking loudly. He is the only one who can hear it.*
(Voice): Wake up! Get back to reality. It is 2012, all of this is an illusion. You can’t believe what’s happening here.
Eric: What the hell, who said that?
Stock Broker: Said what?
Eric: Didn’t you hear the voice?
Stock Broker: What voice? You must be hearing things.
Eric: I could swear…
*The phone in the kitchen appears to ring. He picks up the receiver.*
Eric: Hello?
(Voice on the phone): You can’t believe what you’re seeing and hearing. Your senses are deceiving you. In norse mythology, it is foretold that Hercules would come about and try to save you and that is simply a lie. A psychiatrist is the only one who can help you. You have to refocus and try to remember because the talking banana cannot help you.
*Eric hangs up the phone, as he cannot make sense of what the voice is trying to tell him. He then walks over to the psychiatrist who is sitting where the lamp used to be next to his large leather chair.*
Psychiatrist: Have a seat Mr. Wendell.
*Eric looks around but sees no one else*
Eric: But there’s no Mr. Wendell here, who are you talking to?
Psychiatrist: You of course, now come on Mr. Wendell and have a seat.
Eric: But I’m Mr. Eric Price.
Psychiatrist: Those darn delusions seem to be coming back now don’t they?
Eric: What do you mean? I know my name and my name is Mr. Eric Price.
Psychiatrist: Are you really going to try and fight me Mr. Wendell, you and I go way back. I am only trying to do what’s best for you now Mr. Wendell and try to cure you of this insane obsession that you are this figment of your imagination, this Mr. Eric Price.
Eric: But I am Mr. Eric Price!
Psychiatrist: Of course you are.
Eric: Don’t patronize me. I know who I am.
Psychiatrist: But who are you really? After all, I am a licensed doctor and I am only trying to help you here. If you really are Mr. Eric Price, why does your nametag say Mr. Wendell.
Eric: What nametag?
*Eric looks down at his shirt and notices that a nametag has been affixed to it that says “Hello, my name is Mr. Wendell” with the name written into the paper.*
Psychiatrist: You see?
Eric: But … I … so I’m Mr. Wendell?
Psychiatrist: Indeed you are and we need to work out your anger management issues. You were telling me that it all started when you were a kid.
Eric: Well, you seem to be an honest man only looking out for me. When I was a kid, all I wanted was my parents approval. I simply wanted them to accept me for who I was.
Psychiatrist: And who are you in your mind?
Eric: Well, you say I am Mr. Wendell and I guess I am but I guess when I am Mr. Eric Price, I feel more confident in my abilities, I feel sure of myself.
Psychiatrist: I suppose you could be Eric Wendell or Wendell Price to try and merge the best of both worlds.
Eric: Huh? That doesn’t make any sense.
Psychiatrist: It doesn’t have to, I’m a doctor and you’re not.
Eric: What’s your name?
Psychiatrist: Me, I’m Mr. Eric Price!
Eric: But I thought I was Mr. Eric Price.
Psychiatrist: No, you’re Mr. Wendell.
Eric: That really makes no sense.
Psychiatrist: Life doesn’t make sense. Don’t let it get you down.
Eric: Fuck you.
*Eric pushes the psychiatrist off the table firmly and sees his body shatter into a million pieces as he hears the shatter. He appears shocked.*
Eric: Oh my God, I’ve killed a man tonight. I’m so sorry, I thought I only pushed you.
*Eric starts touching the shattered remains of the body and notices they’re a bit sharp so he puts them down.*
Eric: I, I need to hide this body.
*Eric hears some water start running in the bathroom. He walks over to the bathroom and sees the water running. He notices a woman standing in the shower naked with the water starting to steam up. He smiles at this sight and starts walking toward her.*
Eric: Well well well, at least it isn’t all bad considering there’s a beauty like you here.
*The woman slowly turns around to look at Eric and he quickly notices the face is that of Kari Kendall.*
Eric: Kari? What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be Purse’s girlfriend.
Kari: Well, I know but the truth is, I’ve always longed for you. I’ve always wanted to be with you Eric, you turn me on in a way that no other man has ever been able to turn me on.
Eric: But how’d you get into my room?
Kari: I had one of the attendants let me in, told them what I was planning here and they knew a man who loves hot women so much couldn’t refuse. Now Eric, why don’t you let yourself in here into the shower and let’s have some fun.
*Eric gets a look of completely glee on his face and he starts to unbutton his shirt.*
Kari: No no, leave it on. When you wear a suit, it makes you so attractive, so … powerful.
*Eric smiles even more and runs over to the shower and lets himself in. He quickly embraces Kari’s naked body and turns her around. He begins to kiss her.*
Eric: Oh my Kari, I never realized lips could taste so, so interesting.
*The scene switches off showing the kiss while at the same time showing that Eric is actually kissing a shower hose. The scene then switches back to Eric’s view of the situation as the drugs are still affecting him.*
Kari: Oh Eric, this is what I’ve always dreamed of, kiss me again.
*Eric quickly kisses Kari one more time, eyes closed as he is so passionate. He then pulls away and opens his eyes and sees the face and body have changed to that of Shannan Lerch.*
Eric: Ahhhh!!!!! What the hell is this?!
Shannan: Don’t you love me?
*Eric’s eyes quickly widen and he backs away out of the shower as he pushes Shannan down in the shower, leaving her there. He then quickly exits the bathroom and closes the door.*
Eric: How the hell did Kari turn into that deformity?!
*As Eric steps out of the room, he notices that Steeltoe Joe, Tek, Jonny Fly, and Jeff Purse standing in the room with him.*
Eric: What the hell are you guys doing here in my room?
(All 4 voices in unison): It’s time for you to pay!
*The voices of Steeltoe Joe, Tek, Jonny Fly, and Jeff Purse all speak in unison as one sounding almost machine like. [As a note, they will be referred to as ‘The 4’]*
Eric: What do you want from me?
(The 4): You decided to hurt us all and we will now hurt you.
Eric: No wait, please. Please show me some mercy, I don’t deserve this!
*Steeltoe Joe quickly proceeds to low blow Eric Price. Then Jonny Fly proceeds to slap the taste out of Eric Price’s mouth. Tek proceeds to place a sharpshooter on him as Eric Price starts tapping out in severe pain with tears coming out of his eyes.*
Eric: Please, please no more! Please, I beg of you. I admit it, you are better than me!
*Tek releases the hold as Jeff Purse comes and grabs Eric Price by the neck. With what appears to be superhuman strength, Purse lifts Price off the ground while holding him by the neck. The voice he heard earlier starts speaking again although only he can hear it.*
(Voice): Price, your name is Eric Price! Remember, this is all a hallucination. Try to remember, try to wake up. It’s only the drugs. The sun and the sky exist. Remember that you are a man and a great man. Daffy Duck and Bugs Bunny are your friends. Come to Eric, try to remember. You are the WCF Television Champion, this is all that bitch’s fault!
Eric: What are you talking about? I can’t understand!
Jeff Purse: How does it feel Price to get what you deserve? You think money can always save you, where’s your money now?!
Eric: Please Purse, think about this. You don’t need to do this to me, I haven’t done anything wrong to you.
Jeff Purse: You tried to sleep with my girlfriend?!
Eric: What, when? She turned into Shannan Lerch, I think Shannan disguised herself, no please, don’t hurt me!
*Jeff puts Eric down then low blows him and puts him into an STF, one of Price’s maneuvers.*
Eric: No, please. Owww!!!! Please, let go.
*Eric quickly taps out crying and begging to be spared the pain. Purse gestures to Tek to put a sharpshooter on him again.*
Eric: No, please, NOOOO!!!!
*Eric continues tapping out and begging for mercy as both Steeltoe Joe and Jonny Fly simply start taunting Price.*
(The 4): You’re a loser, you’re nothing. You’re a wannabe, you’re a piece of trash. You’re a loser!
*Eric is shown crying at this point tapping out but his eyes appear to be fading. He appears to be fading from the hold and finally loses consciousness completely. The camera then zooms out on the scene and shows that there is no one else in the room, the shattered remains of the psychiatrist are simply a broken lamp and the refrigerator is still there. The scene then fades to black.*
Scene III: Coming Down
*The scene starts up with Eric Price being shown on the floor near the bathroom after having lost consciousness earlier. A clock nearby is shown with the time of 11:45 PM. Eric is shown finally beginning to regain consciousness as his eyes are opening up, the room is shown to be for the most part still in tact, save for the shattered lamp. No one else but Eric is in the room. Eric slowly comes to as he sits up, head pounding due to the effects of the drugs finally wearing off.*
Eric: Whoa, what the hell happened?
*Eric quickly reacts and remembers the moment when Firenze was stepping out just as he was beginning to fade when she said that she would bring “the guys” to the meeting tomorrow night.*
Eric: Now I remember, she said something about bringing “the guys”. She must be trying to set me up tomorrow night again and I guess she tried to send me a message tonight by drugging me. Oh man, what a pounding headache!
*Eric slowly gets up and makes his way to his large leather chair where he sees his cell phone. He looks around the room and notices everything is back to normal again.*
Eric (on his cell phone): Hey, it’s me. Tonight, I had that bitch come to this room and drug me. (pause) Yeah, I don’t know how she figured out I was here tonight but tomorrow night, we will be prepared. Make sure to arm the guys. (pause) Fully yes, I want full protection, bulletproof jackets, the works. We aren’t taking any chances. She didn’t kill me tonight because she knew better than committing murder but tomorrow night, we’re going to send her a little message of our own.
*Eric hangs up his cell phone and has a look of extreme anger on his face.*
Eric: That bitch wants to play, she’s going to regret getting into this game because I always win!
*The scene fades to black as Eric looks ready to exact revenge.*
Day II: Thursday 8/23 – 7 PM – Private Residence in Malibu, CA
Scene I: Money Talks
*The scene opens up at a private residence rented by Eric Price specifically for the meeting this evening between himself and Firenze regarding the matter of the controversial footage she possesses. Having attempted to send a message the night before in Las Vegas, Eric looks to retaliate tonight and having heard her intent of bringing her “guys” in the evening, the residence is fully staffed with armored security and he himself is wearing a bulletproof vest under his black suit, black shirt and tie in case anything goes wrong.
A garage opens leading to a lower level for parking, hidden from public view. A car goes in there appearing to contain Firenze and four other individuals that appear to be armed security. The car goes into the small structure as the door to this garage closes. The car comes to a stop as about 10 armored security guards working for Eric Price approach the car. Of the 10, one stands at each of the car doors, gun pointed toward the door. Eric then emerges walking behind the security.*
Eric: Slowly, and I mean very slowly all of you, step out of the car. No sudden movements of any kind.
*The doors are all opened by Eric’s security on the car and both Firenze and the guards step out slowly.*
Eric: Yes that’s it, nice and slowly, all of you. Now, line up and face me.
*Eric is still standing behind all his security as the guards and Firenze stand together to form a horizontal line, guns being pointed at them by Eric’s security*
Eric: Now what you’re going to do Firenze is very simple, hand the guard next to you your car key. Not my guard, hand it to your guy.
*Firenze hands the key over slowly to one of her guards. She is then directed to step away from them with Eric’s guards instead.*
Eric: You four, what you’re going to do is simple. You’re going to take that car key, start that car and get out of here. Don’t worry, you will be compensated triple by my office. After all, I can tell by the lot of you that you’ll work for the highest bidder so here.
*One of Eric’s guards gives one of Firenze’s people a briefcase.*
Eric: Open the briefcase.
*The guard opens the briefcase and sees all the money in there.*
Eric: There’s $75000 in there total. Take it and do with it what you want, I know she’s not paying you near what that briefcase has. Now, get out of here!
*The guards for Firenze slowly file back into the car, taking the briefcase with them and start the car. They then slowly back out and go out the garage door, which is reopened for them. The door is then closed on them as Firenze looks extremely angered, not having a said a word.*
Firenze: You’re a piece of shit, you know that?
Eric: Funny, it seems last night you tried to get the upper hand on me. But I overheard those last few words you said before I passed out and everything went crazy on me. You really did a number on me I must admit because you caught me off guard. That is a mistake that will never occur again. You know, I could very well kill you quite easily Firenze, I really could. After all, you’re nothing than a vagabond prostitute that would not be missed or noticed if you disappeared. It would simply be figured that you got yourself into a mess or simply did an overdose of drugs.
Firenze: You wouldn’t dare. I would be missed by many.
Eric: Who, your clients?
Firenze: Come on now, let’s take it easy here.
Eric: Did you bring the evidence like I asked?
Firenze: Well, I …
Eric: Did you?
Firenze: Well, you see …
Eric: No you didn’t. I know you didn’t because you thought you were going to take me out tonight with your guys, you didn’t think I heard that little part of your conversation. But you know what, the extortion ends tonight because I am done playing games with you.
Firenze: What are you planning?
Eric: Oh not much. Get in the car.
*Eric points at a black van with sealed windows and four seats. Three guards force her into the van at gunpoint as Eric gets into the front seat and one of the other guards starts driving the van.*
Eric: We’re going for a little ride here bitch!
Firenze: Are you planning to rape me?!
Eric: Rape? Haha, don’t flatter yourself sweetheart. The odometer’s so rolled over on you that I would never even waste my time on you! No no, I have different plans for you. Guys, you planted the car, right?
Guards: Yes sir!
Eric: Excellent. You’ll see what happens tonight.
*Eric gives her an evil smile as the van begins to drive away and the scene fades to black*
Scene II: Choreographing A Scene
*The van drives off to the Tens Strip Club and stops around the side. By this point, it is about 8:50 PM. Two of the guards have changed into civilian clothes. Eric steps out of the van as does Firenze and she is given a gun that is clear of any fingerprints. One of the guards runs off out of view. The other guard stays with Eric. The three of them stand in the alley as the van quickly drives off and away from the scene.*
Firenze: So what are you going to do to me?!
Eric: No, it’s what you’re going to do to me.
Firenze: I don’t understand, why’d you give me this gun?
*Eric quickly starts looking panicked as the guard next to him does to and Eric starts screaming.*
Eric: HELP! HELP! She’s got a gun, she’s going to shoot us, HELP!
*The other guard quickly comes racing back with about three other people to help the situation, creating the scene as if Firenze is actually trying to attack Eric and the guard who is posing as his friend.*
Guard #2: Please, don’t shoot my friends.
Eric: Come on now, calm down.
Firenze: Calm down, but you were going to kill me a while ago.
Eric: This woman is clearly unstable, for some reason she cornered us here in the alley claiming I was going to try to kill her, we were just walking minding our own business. She said I looked like one of her ex-boyfriends. Come on Miss, please put the gun down.
*Firenze thinks about what to do with the gun but continues to point it at Eric as Eric starts trying to approach her slowly to supposedly take the gun from her. One of the guards posing as his friend also starts trying to walk up to her slowly to also try to take the gun from her.*
Eric: Please, calm down, let’s all remain calm. No one is trying to kill anyone else here.
Firenze: Shut up Price! You know what you’re doing here. You’re a liar and a murderer!
Eric: Please Miss, let’s not make this any harder than it has to be.
*The guard makes an attempt for the gun but manages to shoot the guard in the chest.*
Crowd: OH MY GOD!
*The guard feigns injury as he is wearing a bulletproof vest unbeknownst to the public. Eric uses this moment of confusion and quickly starts wrestling the gun away from Firenze. She resists but Eric manages to turn the gun and “accidentally” shoots her in the chest right in the heart. The shot is heard as the quickly falls to the ground.*
Eric: I, oh my God! What have I done?!
*The guard standing with the other witnesses quickly rushes over to aid the wounded guard and the crowd quickly rushes to comfort Eric Price. One of the crowd members talks to him.*
Crowd Member #1: Man, it wasn’t your fault. It was self defense, there was nothing you could have done.
Eric: I know but, it’s still hard.
*Eric starts crying pretending to really feel bad about the situation as the scene fades to black*
Scene III: The Police and Paramedics Arrive
*About 30 minutes have passed and both the police and paramedics have arrived to check on the situation. Paramedics declared Miss Firenze Habargnic dead on the scene. The guard posing as the friend who was shot was found to be wearing a bulletproof vest with an explanation being given that he didn’t feel safe in that part of the neighborhood but thought he would accompany his friends there. Both friends (Price and the other guard) were not wearing the protective vests. The police have been questioning witnesses who have all confirmed that it definitely appeared to be self defense as Firenze was about to shoot everyone there.*
Eric: Look officer, I … I killed someone tonight. My God, I’m a monster!
*Eric is still wiping off the tears out of his eyes while speaking to the police officer appearing traumatized over what has occurred*
Police Officer: Well, based on what all the witnesses and you’ve told me, it was simply self-defense. I know it’s hard having had to pull that trigger and taking another life but you have to understand, it was either her or you. You made the call and off the record, I can’t say I blame you.
Eric: Well, thank you very much officer. But still, this isn’t easy. Do you mind if I head home with my friend here, how’s my other friend, is he going to be OK?
Police Officer: Paramedics say the bulletproof vest did work well for him as he is unharmed, lucky for him he decided to wear it tonight.
Eric: Well he is always very security conscious. I always kind of mocked him for it thinking he was paranoid, tonight looks like it saved his life. I’ll never mock him again as long as I live.
Police Officer: Well you were lucky tonight, no one got hurt and although unfortunately the shooter was killed, it was strictly self defense.
Eric: Do you mind if I head home?
Police Officer: Go ahead, we have everything we need from you and your friends, you’re free to go home. I know you need to relax but know this, if you ever need any help, please feel free to call me.
*The police officer hands Eric his card. He notices the name on it is Leo Pimson*
Eric: Thank you very much Officer Pimson, I’ll try to get through this.
Officer Pimson: If you need any counseling or any help in getting through the grief, call me and I’ll make sure to get you whatever you need. I know it can’t be easy.
Eric: I appreciate that very much officer. I’ll head home now and try to relax. Come on guys.
*Eric and his guards posing as his friends walk away from the scene to the other side of the street where a car was parked earlier planted for the scene. All three men get into the car, one of the guards drives as Eric gets in the front passenger side and the other guard gets in the back. They drive away from the scene. As they are driving away, the camera takes a shot of Eric wiping away the tears.*
Eric: Who knew all it took was a scene to get rid of a problem. No longer will I have to deal with this extortion and threat to my public image. And this Sunday will be the cherry on top when I beat Jeff Purse to finally shut his trap up! This simply proves that good things do happen to good people and that I Mr. Eric Price am truly a great man. Firenze, may you rest in peace.
Eric: Hahaha!!! Hahahaha!!!! Hahahahahahahahaha!!!!!!
*Evil maniacal laughter is seen by Eric Price as he knows what he did and that he got away with it. The scene fades to black.*
On the personal side of things, it seems that he still has to settle the matter of the strip club from two weeks prior as some incriminating footage is still out there. He has infected the carrier of said footage, Firenze, with a deadly virus that will terminate her within a month if he does not get what he wants. He has not stated what the virus is but has made it abundantly clear that he is the only one with the cure and he will stoop to any low to get what he wants.
Day I: Wednesday 8/22 – 5 PM – The Mirage in Las Vegas, NV
Scene I: Out with the old and in with the new
*Eric Price is currently in Las Vegas relaxing and getting ready for WCF Revenge but he is aware he has to get back to Los Angeles to take care of some personal business so he is staying in nearby Las Vegas to take a quick plane down to LAX in the morning. He is staying at the Mirage in Las Vegas under a pseudo name of Eustice Harmon unbeknownst to the hotel staff that he is really Eric Price. He is currently standing at a small balcony outside his room with a beautiful view of the Las Vegas Strip. He is looking away from the camera wearing a burgundy sport coat, black pants and black shirt with a black tie.*
Eric: People will never listen to common sense. People will never listen when they are being told the truth. When Adolf Hitler wrote Mein Kampf, no one listened and all were shocked by the atrocities he had frankly foretold he would do in his book. Obviously I am not condoning that man’s actions as he was a sick, evil, psychotic piece of shit that did not deserve to live. But I am pointing out a simple fact that people never seem to listen when they are being told important information or being given signs. Take for instance, Tek, didn’t I tell you I was going to beat you? What happened, you ran your mouth; you talked and talked so confidently that I was so much less than you, that I was so much weaker than you but you really should have listened to your mask or more accurately, to your own delusions that told you that I am not only better than you but that I would beat you because ultimately, that’s what I did. Not only did I beat you, I humiliated you and made you pass out because you are such a weakling, you simply could not withstand the pain any longer. I proved a point when I did that Tek and you should finally accept and realize the fact that you will never hold a singles title here in WCF because you simply can’t cut it. I beat you convincingly and decisively and there is no doubt that I am your better.
*Eric turns around toward the camera and walks into the luxury suite. He takes a seat in a large leather chair behind a glass table to relax. He looks right at the camera intently in this monologue*
But you know what Tek, I’m done talking about you, in fact, I’m done with you period! I am so sick of dealing with such a piece of trash like you. Let’s move on to another piece of trash, my opponent this Sunday by the name of Jeff Purse. Now Purse, it seems you simply couldn’t accept the beating I gave you two weeks that you decided to stick your nose in my celebration festivities. I was giving my fans what they wanted and showing them that their hero Mr. Eric Price is the greatest wrestler alive today! I was in the middle of what should have been my moment but you like the parasite that you are decided to come in and ruin it to hog the spotlight all for yourself and you decided to demand a rematch out of me.
I must admit Purse, you surprised me a bit last Sunday because I did not expect that you would accept my terms. Frankly, I proposed them because I do not believe that you deserve a rematch for what is now my Television Championship. I am simply so much better than you that you are not worth my time so I decided to throw a wrench into the proceedings. You had set out to ruin my moment so I was going to ruin your idea, I proposed the rematch on one condition, that I would grant your rematch if your little girlfriend Kari Kendall would come down to the ring and give me a kiss on the cheek. I wasn’t demanding much but I knew you wouldn’t allow it. But I never thought she would propose that if I beat you, she would then give me the kiss of a lifetime on the Slam following Revenge. She must really love you and really see the desperation in you that she decided to accept those terms. I must admit though, it does show how little confidence she has in you because she obviously wants to get together with me, especially after the little kiss we had in the backstage area on the night I beat you for the title to begin with.
Oh what a grand night that was, she gave me good luck kiss and I went on to pummel you. This Sunday, it will be no different. I will beat you and humiliate you showing you that you are not in my league. Let’s go back to this past Sunday, what happened? Pantheon lost as usual and who was the one that got pinned in that match? Hmm…let me think, oh that’s right, it was you Purse. You got pinned proving that you are indeed the weakest link in Pantheon although let’s be honest with ourselves, Pantheon are a bunch of whiny weakling crybabies anyway. You proved without a doubt that you are a loser because you simply can’t get it done in the ring. The irony is you were always billed as “The Future”. I have news for you Purse, your title just got usurped because now, I am both the present and the future of this company and you will be nothing more than a stepping-stone in my meteoric rise to the top.
*The shot widens to show the TV Title sitting on a table next to his chair.*
Because the TV Title, that title sitting right there is staying where it belongs, it is staying with a winner in yours truly Mr. Eric Price. Hey Kari, let me address you directly, you’d best get your lips ready to pucker up because one week after Revenge, Slam live in that ring, you and I have date and believe me, it will be night neither of you will ever forget! But let’s focus on this Sunday for the time being, Purse, to make it short and sweet, I will climb the ladder and retrieve my title cementing my legacy as a great Television Champion, the greatest of all time in WCF history. I will prove that I am superior to you again and that you were nothing more than hype. You ran your mouth against me for months and even as of late, you claim you will beat me and humiliate me at Revenge. Have fun with your little pipe dreams because when the dust clears and everything is said and done, Mr. Eric Price will still be the WCF Television Champion and you, you Jeff Purse will be nothing more than an afterthought that simply never was.
*Eric gives an evil grin into the camera as the doorbell for his suite rings.*
Just a second.
*Eric walks over to the door and opens it. He sees what appears to be one of the hotel doormen standing there who hands him a note.*
Doorman: A note for you sir.
*Eric looks at the note and quickly reads it. He then looks at the supposed doorman*
Eric: Who sent this?
Doorman: I don’t know sir. It was left on the desk earlier today with your name on the note.
*Eric looks at the note suspiciously.*
Eric: I haven’t seen you before.
Doorman: Well, I’m new.
Eric: Then how did you now I’m staying here?
Doorman: Well, it’s in the Hotel Directory.
*Eric looks at the doorman extremely suspiciously as he did not tell anyone about his stay there and his name is not in the directory as he used a pseudo name for his time there.*
Eric: Won’t you come in for a second, let’s get this straightened out.
Doorman: Certainly.
*As the doorman is about to come in, Eric tries to go for a weapon behind the door but the doorman quickly pulls out a needle with some liquid in it and quickly pokes Eric’s arm and injects him with the serum.*
Eric: What the hell? What the hell is this? What did you do to me?
*The doorman gives an evil smile toward Eric as Eric starts fading, his pupils getting bigger. As he is fading, he notices another body coming into the room. He looks at the woman a bit confused.*
Eric: Who? F … Firenze? What the … ?
Firenze: What am I doing here? Oh I figured you would try to be close by but I didn’t think you’d be so predictable. I injected you with a mix of a few hallucinogenic drugs, oh some LSD, Speed, and a few others, not a high dosage but enough to give you a nice ride. When we have that meeting tomorrow, I’m sure you’ll see things my way.
Eric: Bitch, how dare …
*Eric starts falling toward the ground as the world seems to fade away from him as and his eyes shut off.*
Firenze: Bye bye Price, enjoy your ride. Let’s head back to Malibu for a fun meeting tomorrow. Let’s bring the guys.
*Firenze and the suspicious doorman step out of the room locking the door on their way out as Eric is shown on the floor with his mouth starting to foam a bit as the scene fades to black.*
Scene II: Vegas is a Trip!
*The scene opens up about 25 minutes later with Eric regaining consciousness albeit not being completely Lucid. He slowly gets up and notices the world around him is somewhat strange. The floor seems to be falling out from under him in some spots, there appears to be a stockbroker standing where the refrigerator was previously wearing a suit with a hat and a cigar in his mouth, two of the walls appear fluid, and for some reason, a psychiatrist is sitting where the lamp used to be wearing a sweater, he appears to be an older balding man with glasses. He walks up to the stock broker who appears to want to talk to him.*
Eric: Hey buddy, how’s it going?
Stock Broker: Hey hey hey yourself. Just trying to get these numbers figured out, life ain’t easy you know.
Eric: Tell me about it.
*Eric’s speech appears to sound somewhat slurred due to the effect of the drugs although he is standing somewhat, eyes a bit bloodshot.*
Stock Broker: You invested in Enron?
Eric: But Enron died out about 15 years ago.
Stock Broker: What are you talking about 15 years ago? Enron is still alive and well.
Eric: But it’s 2012, they’ve been gone…
Stock Broker: 2012? Buddy, how much have you had to drink? It’s still 1997 man. 2012 is so far away, who knows, with Y2K looming, we might not even make it.
Eric: 1997? What are you …
Stock Broker: Take a look at today’s newspaper!
*Eric picks up this copy of what appears to be the LA Times and he looks at the date.*
Eric: July 10th, 1997. 1997?! Really? Let’s see here, go to the business section. Hey, the Microsoft Deal with Apple is front page news. Guess you might be right, although I can’t help but wonder what you’re doing with a Blackberry now in your hand in 1997.
Stock Broker: Oh this?
*The stock broker points at the device with the Blackberry logo that now morphs into a Palm logo*
Eric: Oh, a Palm Pilot? Guess that makes more sense.
*Eric all of a sudden hears a very familiar voice speaking loudly. He is the only one who can hear it.*
(Voice): Wake up! Get back to reality. It is 2012, all of this is an illusion. You can’t believe what’s happening here.
Eric: What the hell, who said that?
Stock Broker: Said what?
Eric: Didn’t you hear the voice?
Stock Broker: What voice? You must be hearing things.
Eric: I could swear…
*The phone in the kitchen appears to ring. He picks up the receiver.*
Eric: Hello?
(Voice on the phone): You can’t believe what you’re seeing and hearing. Your senses are deceiving you. In norse mythology, it is foretold that Hercules would come about and try to save you and that is simply a lie. A psychiatrist is the only one who can help you. You have to refocus and try to remember because the talking banana cannot help you.
*Eric hangs up the phone, as he cannot make sense of what the voice is trying to tell him. He then walks over to the psychiatrist who is sitting where the lamp used to be next to his large leather chair.*
Psychiatrist: Have a seat Mr. Wendell.
*Eric looks around but sees no one else*
Eric: But there’s no Mr. Wendell here, who are you talking to?
Psychiatrist: You of course, now come on Mr. Wendell and have a seat.
Eric: But I’m Mr. Eric Price.
Psychiatrist: Those darn delusions seem to be coming back now don’t they?
Eric: What do you mean? I know my name and my name is Mr. Eric Price.
Psychiatrist: Are you really going to try and fight me Mr. Wendell, you and I go way back. I am only trying to do what’s best for you now Mr. Wendell and try to cure you of this insane obsession that you are this figment of your imagination, this Mr. Eric Price.
Eric: But I am Mr. Eric Price!
Psychiatrist: Of course you are.
Eric: Don’t patronize me. I know who I am.
Psychiatrist: But who are you really? After all, I am a licensed doctor and I am only trying to help you here. If you really are Mr. Eric Price, why does your nametag say Mr. Wendell.
Eric: What nametag?
*Eric looks down at his shirt and notices that a nametag has been affixed to it that says “Hello, my name is Mr. Wendell” with the name written into the paper.*
Psychiatrist: You see?
Eric: But … I … so I’m Mr. Wendell?
Psychiatrist: Indeed you are and we need to work out your anger management issues. You were telling me that it all started when you were a kid.
Eric: Well, you seem to be an honest man only looking out for me. When I was a kid, all I wanted was my parents approval. I simply wanted them to accept me for who I was.
Psychiatrist: And who are you in your mind?
Eric: Well, you say I am Mr. Wendell and I guess I am but I guess when I am Mr. Eric Price, I feel more confident in my abilities, I feel sure of myself.
Psychiatrist: I suppose you could be Eric Wendell or Wendell Price to try and merge the best of both worlds.
Eric: Huh? That doesn’t make any sense.
Psychiatrist: It doesn’t have to, I’m a doctor and you’re not.
Eric: What’s your name?
Psychiatrist: Me, I’m Mr. Eric Price!
Eric: But I thought I was Mr. Eric Price.
Psychiatrist: No, you’re Mr. Wendell.
Eric: That really makes no sense.
Psychiatrist: Life doesn’t make sense. Don’t let it get you down.
Eric: Fuck you.
*Eric pushes the psychiatrist off the table firmly and sees his body shatter into a million pieces as he hears the shatter. He appears shocked.*
Eric: Oh my God, I’ve killed a man tonight. I’m so sorry, I thought I only pushed you.
*Eric starts touching the shattered remains of the body and notices they’re a bit sharp so he puts them down.*
Eric: I, I need to hide this body.
*Eric hears some water start running in the bathroom. He walks over to the bathroom and sees the water running. He notices a woman standing in the shower naked with the water starting to steam up. He smiles at this sight and starts walking toward her.*
Eric: Well well well, at least it isn’t all bad considering there’s a beauty like you here.
*The woman slowly turns around to look at Eric and he quickly notices the face is that of Kari Kendall.*
Eric: Kari? What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be Purse’s girlfriend.
Kari: Well, I know but the truth is, I’ve always longed for you. I’ve always wanted to be with you Eric, you turn me on in a way that no other man has ever been able to turn me on.
Eric: But how’d you get into my room?
Kari: I had one of the attendants let me in, told them what I was planning here and they knew a man who loves hot women so much couldn’t refuse. Now Eric, why don’t you let yourself in here into the shower and let’s have some fun.
*Eric gets a look of completely glee on his face and he starts to unbutton his shirt.*
Kari: No no, leave it on. When you wear a suit, it makes you so attractive, so … powerful.
*Eric smiles even more and runs over to the shower and lets himself in. He quickly embraces Kari’s naked body and turns her around. He begins to kiss her.*
Eric: Oh my Kari, I never realized lips could taste so, so interesting.
*The scene switches off showing the kiss while at the same time showing that Eric is actually kissing a shower hose. The scene then switches back to Eric’s view of the situation as the drugs are still affecting him.*
Kari: Oh Eric, this is what I’ve always dreamed of, kiss me again.
*Eric quickly kisses Kari one more time, eyes closed as he is so passionate. He then pulls away and opens his eyes and sees the face and body have changed to that of Shannan Lerch.*
Eric: Ahhhh!!!!! What the hell is this?!
Shannan: Don’t you love me?
*Eric’s eyes quickly widen and he backs away out of the shower as he pushes Shannan down in the shower, leaving her there. He then quickly exits the bathroom and closes the door.*
Eric: How the hell did Kari turn into that deformity?!
*As Eric steps out of the room, he notices that Steeltoe Joe, Tek, Jonny Fly, and Jeff Purse standing in the room with him.*
Eric: What the hell are you guys doing here in my room?
(All 4 voices in unison): It’s time for you to pay!
*The voices of Steeltoe Joe, Tek, Jonny Fly, and Jeff Purse all speak in unison as one sounding almost machine like. [As a note, they will be referred to as ‘The 4’]*
Eric: What do you want from me?
(The 4): You decided to hurt us all and we will now hurt you.
Eric: No wait, please. Please show me some mercy, I don’t deserve this!
*Steeltoe Joe quickly proceeds to low blow Eric Price. Then Jonny Fly proceeds to slap the taste out of Eric Price’s mouth. Tek proceeds to place a sharpshooter on him as Eric Price starts tapping out in severe pain with tears coming out of his eyes.*
Eric: Please, please no more! Please, I beg of you. I admit it, you are better than me!
*Tek releases the hold as Jeff Purse comes and grabs Eric Price by the neck. With what appears to be superhuman strength, Purse lifts Price off the ground while holding him by the neck. The voice he heard earlier starts speaking again although only he can hear it.*
(Voice): Price, your name is Eric Price! Remember, this is all a hallucination. Try to remember, try to wake up. It’s only the drugs. The sun and the sky exist. Remember that you are a man and a great man. Daffy Duck and Bugs Bunny are your friends. Come to Eric, try to remember. You are the WCF Television Champion, this is all that bitch’s fault!
Eric: What are you talking about? I can’t understand!
Jeff Purse: How does it feel Price to get what you deserve? You think money can always save you, where’s your money now?!
Eric: Please Purse, think about this. You don’t need to do this to me, I haven’t done anything wrong to you.
Jeff Purse: You tried to sleep with my girlfriend?!
Eric: What, when? She turned into Shannan Lerch, I think Shannan disguised herself, no please, don’t hurt me!
*Jeff puts Eric down then low blows him and puts him into an STF, one of Price’s maneuvers.*
Eric: No, please. Owww!!!! Please, let go.
*Eric quickly taps out crying and begging to be spared the pain. Purse gestures to Tek to put a sharpshooter on him again.*
Eric: No, please, NOOOO!!!!
*Eric continues tapping out and begging for mercy as both Steeltoe Joe and Jonny Fly simply start taunting Price.*
(The 4): You’re a loser, you’re nothing. You’re a wannabe, you’re a piece of trash. You’re a loser!
*Eric is shown crying at this point tapping out but his eyes appear to be fading. He appears to be fading from the hold and finally loses consciousness completely. The camera then zooms out on the scene and shows that there is no one else in the room, the shattered remains of the psychiatrist are simply a broken lamp and the refrigerator is still there. The scene then fades to black.*
Scene III: Coming Down
*The scene starts up with Eric Price being shown on the floor near the bathroom after having lost consciousness earlier. A clock nearby is shown with the time of 11:45 PM. Eric is shown finally beginning to regain consciousness as his eyes are opening up, the room is shown to be for the most part still in tact, save for the shattered lamp. No one else but Eric is in the room. Eric slowly comes to as he sits up, head pounding due to the effects of the drugs finally wearing off.*
Eric: Whoa, what the hell happened?
*Eric quickly reacts and remembers the moment when Firenze was stepping out just as he was beginning to fade when she said that she would bring “the guys” to the meeting tomorrow night.*
Eric: Now I remember, she said something about bringing “the guys”. She must be trying to set me up tomorrow night again and I guess she tried to send me a message tonight by drugging me. Oh man, what a pounding headache!
*Eric slowly gets up and makes his way to his large leather chair where he sees his cell phone. He looks around the room and notices everything is back to normal again.*
Eric (on his cell phone): Hey, it’s me. Tonight, I had that bitch come to this room and drug me. (pause) Yeah, I don’t know how she figured out I was here tonight but tomorrow night, we will be prepared. Make sure to arm the guys. (pause) Fully yes, I want full protection, bulletproof jackets, the works. We aren’t taking any chances. She didn’t kill me tonight because she knew better than committing murder but tomorrow night, we’re going to send her a little message of our own.
*Eric hangs up his cell phone and has a look of extreme anger on his face.*
Eric: That bitch wants to play, she’s going to regret getting into this game because I always win!
*The scene fades to black as Eric looks ready to exact revenge.*
Day II: Thursday 8/23 – 7 PM – Private Residence in Malibu, CA
Scene I: Money Talks
*The scene opens up at a private residence rented by Eric Price specifically for the meeting this evening between himself and Firenze regarding the matter of the controversial footage she possesses. Having attempted to send a message the night before in Las Vegas, Eric looks to retaliate tonight and having heard her intent of bringing her “guys” in the evening, the residence is fully staffed with armored security and he himself is wearing a bulletproof vest under his black suit, black shirt and tie in case anything goes wrong.
A garage opens leading to a lower level for parking, hidden from public view. A car goes in there appearing to contain Firenze and four other individuals that appear to be armed security. The car goes into the small structure as the door to this garage closes. The car comes to a stop as about 10 armored security guards working for Eric Price approach the car. Of the 10, one stands at each of the car doors, gun pointed toward the door. Eric then emerges walking behind the security.*
Eric: Slowly, and I mean very slowly all of you, step out of the car. No sudden movements of any kind.
*The doors are all opened by Eric’s security on the car and both Firenze and the guards step out slowly.*
Eric: Yes that’s it, nice and slowly, all of you. Now, line up and face me.
*Eric is still standing behind all his security as the guards and Firenze stand together to form a horizontal line, guns being pointed at them by Eric’s security*
Eric: Now what you’re going to do Firenze is very simple, hand the guard next to you your car key. Not my guard, hand it to your guy.
*Firenze hands the key over slowly to one of her guards. She is then directed to step away from them with Eric’s guards instead.*
Eric: You four, what you’re going to do is simple. You’re going to take that car key, start that car and get out of here. Don’t worry, you will be compensated triple by my office. After all, I can tell by the lot of you that you’ll work for the highest bidder so here.
*One of Eric’s guards gives one of Firenze’s people a briefcase.*
Eric: Open the briefcase.
*The guard opens the briefcase and sees all the money in there.*
Eric: There’s $75000 in there total. Take it and do with it what you want, I know she’s not paying you near what that briefcase has. Now, get out of here!
*The guards for Firenze slowly file back into the car, taking the briefcase with them and start the car. They then slowly back out and go out the garage door, which is reopened for them. The door is then closed on them as Firenze looks extremely angered, not having a said a word.*
Firenze: You’re a piece of shit, you know that?
Eric: Funny, it seems last night you tried to get the upper hand on me. But I overheard those last few words you said before I passed out and everything went crazy on me. You really did a number on me I must admit because you caught me off guard. That is a mistake that will never occur again. You know, I could very well kill you quite easily Firenze, I really could. After all, you’re nothing than a vagabond prostitute that would not be missed or noticed if you disappeared. It would simply be figured that you got yourself into a mess or simply did an overdose of drugs.
Firenze: You wouldn’t dare. I would be missed by many.
Eric: Who, your clients?
Firenze: Come on now, let’s take it easy here.
Eric: Did you bring the evidence like I asked?
Firenze: Well, I …
Eric: Did you?
Firenze: Well, you see …
Eric: No you didn’t. I know you didn’t because you thought you were going to take me out tonight with your guys, you didn’t think I heard that little part of your conversation. But you know what, the extortion ends tonight because I am done playing games with you.
Firenze: What are you planning?
Eric: Oh not much. Get in the car.
*Eric points at a black van with sealed windows and four seats. Three guards force her into the van at gunpoint as Eric gets into the front seat and one of the other guards starts driving the van.*
Eric: We’re going for a little ride here bitch!
Firenze: Are you planning to rape me?!
Eric: Rape? Haha, don’t flatter yourself sweetheart. The odometer’s so rolled over on you that I would never even waste my time on you! No no, I have different plans for you. Guys, you planted the car, right?
Guards: Yes sir!
Eric: Excellent. You’ll see what happens tonight.
*Eric gives her an evil smile as the van begins to drive away and the scene fades to black*
Scene II: Choreographing A Scene
*The van drives off to the Tens Strip Club and stops around the side. By this point, it is about 8:50 PM. Two of the guards have changed into civilian clothes. Eric steps out of the van as does Firenze and she is given a gun that is clear of any fingerprints. One of the guards runs off out of view. The other guard stays with Eric. The three of them stand in the alley as the van quickly drives off and away from the scene.*
Firenze: So what are you going to do to me?!
Eric: No, it’s what you’re going to do to me.
Firenze: I don’t understand, why’d you give me this gun?
*Eric quickly starts looking panicked as the guard next to him does to and Eric starts screaming.*
Eric: HELP! HELP! She’s got a gun, she’s going to shoot us, HELP!
*The other guard quickly comes racing back with about three other people to help the situation, creating the scene as if Firenze is actually trying to attack Eric and the guard who is posing as his friend.*
Guard #2: Please, don’t shoot my friends.
Eric: Come on now, calm down.
Firenze: Calm down, but you were going to kill me a while ago.
Eric: This woman is clearly unstable, for some reason she cornered us here in the alley claiming I was going to try to kill her, we were just walking minding our own business. She said I looked like one of her ex-boyfriends. Come on Miss, please put the gun down.
*Firenze thinks about what to do with the gun but continues to point it at Eric as Eric starts trying to approach her slowly to supposedly take the gun from her. One of the guards posing as his friend also starts trying to walk up to her slowly to also try to take the gun from her.*
Eric: Please, calm down, let’s all remain calm. No one is trying to kill anyone else here.
Firenze: Shut up Price! You know what you’re doing here. You’re a liar and a murderer!
Eric: Please Miss, let’s not make this any harder than it has to be.
*The guard makes an attempt for the gun but manages to shoot the guard in the chest.*
Crowd: OH MY GOD!
*The guard feigns injury as he is wearing a bulletproof vest unbeknownst to the public. Eric uses this moment of confusion and quickly starts wrestling the gun away from Firenze. She resists but Eric manages to turn the gun and “accidentally” shoots her in the chest right in the heart. The shot is heard as the quickly falls to the ground.*
Eric: I, oh my God! What have I done?!
*The guard standing with the other witnesses quickly rushes over to aid the wounded guard and the crowd quickly rushes to comfort Eric Price. One of the crowd members talks to him.*
Crowd Member #1: Man, it wasn’t your fault. It was self defense, there was nothing you could have done.
Eric: I know but, it’s still hard.
*Eric starts crying pretending to really feel bad about the situation as the scene fades to black*
Scene III: The Police and Paramedics Arrive
*About 30 minutes have passed and both the police and paramedics have arrived to check on the situation. Paramedics declared Miss Firenze Habargnic dead on the scene. The guard posing as the friend who was shot was found to be wearing a bulletproof vest with an explanation being given that he didn’t feel safe in that part of the neighborhood but thought he would accompany his friends there. Both friends (Price and the other guard) were not wearing the protective vests. The police have been questioning witnesses who have all confirmed that it definitely appeared to be self defense as Firenze was about to shoot everyone there.*
Eric: Look officer, I … I killed someone tonight. My God, I’m a monster!
*Eric is still wiping off the tears out of his eyes while speaking to the police officer appearing traumatized over what has occurred*
Police Officer: Well, based on what all the witnesses and you’ve told me, it was simply self-defense. I know it’s hard having had to pull that trigger and taking another life but you have to understand, it was either her or you. You made the call and off the record, I can’t say I blame you.
Eric: Well, thank you very much officer. But still, this isn’t easy. Do you mind if I head home with my friend here, how’s my other friend, is he going to be OK?
Police Officer: Paramedics say the bulletproof vest did work well for him as he is unharmed, lucky for him he decided to wear it tonight.
Eric: Well he is always very security conscious. I always kind of mocked him for it thinking he was paranoid, tonight looks like it saved his life. I’ll never mock him again as long as I live.
Police Officer: Well you were lucky tonight, no one got hurt and although unfortunately the shooter was killed, it was strictly self defense.
Eric: Do you mind if I head home?
Police Officer: Go ahead, we have everything we need from you and your friends, you’re free to go home. I know you need to relax but know this, if you ever need any help, please feel free to call me.
*The police officer hands Eric his card. He notices the name on it is Leo Pimson*
Eric: Thank you very much Officer Pimson, I’ll try to get through this.
Officer Pimson: If you need any counseling or any help in getting through the grief, call me and I’ll make sure to get you whatever you need. I know it can’t be easy.
Eric: I appreciate that very much officer. I’ll head home now and try to relax. Come on guys.
*Eric and his guards posing as his friends walk away from the scene to the other side of the street where a car was parked earlier planted for the scene. All three men get into the car, one of the guards drives as Eric gets in the front passenger side and the other guard gets in the back. They drive away from the scene. As they are driving away, the camera takes a shot of Eric wiping away the tears.*
Eric: Who knew all it took was a scene to get rid of a problem. No longer will I have to deal with this extortion and threat to my public image. And this Sunday will be the cherry on top when I beat Jeff Purse to finally shut his trap up! This simply proves that good things do happen to good people and that I Mr. Eric Price am truly a great man. Firenze, may you rest in peace.
Eric: Hahaha!!! Hahahaha!!!! Hahahahahahahahaha!!!!!!
*Evil maniacal laughter is seen by Eric Price as he knows what he did and that he got away with it. The scene fades to black.*