Post by Deleted on Mar 26, 2013 23:38:09 GMT -5
Eric Price managed to controversially retain his WCF World Championship in Detroit against Frank Venable but Sarah Twilight has definitely worked on taking out various MS-13 members that are allied with Adrian, Gravedigger, and ultimately Eric Price to ensure there is a fair fight at Explosion. Much to Price’s chagrin, Twilight made quick work of a few of these members leaving them in pools of their own blood unconscious and badly beaten.
She has sworn vengeance for all of Eric’s misdeeds and has promised him that “Tick-Tock” she will be taking the World Title in 7 days time at Explosion. Despite retaining the World Title, it seems all predictions, all the speculators, all spectators, all commentators; everyone is banking on Sarah Twilight taking the title from him come Explosion.
Day I: Monday 3/25 – Trailing The Polls
Scene I: The Tide Is Going The Wrong Way – 12:30 AM – Marriott Hotel in Detroit, MI
*Eric Price is shown arriving back at his hotel, stepping out of his limousine wearing a black suit with a blue shirt and tie, although the tie is loosened as he solemnly and slowly walks out of the limousine. He very slowly walks into the hotel with a blank look on his face very deep in thought constantly muttering the words “tick tock”.*
Eric Price: Tick … tock. Tick … tock. Tick … tock. Tick … tock.
*A random young girl, no more than 16, clearly a fan of WCF Wrestling as she is wearing a Sarah Twilight t-shirt approaches Eric who does not even register her until she speaks to him*
WCF Fan: Excuse me Eric?
Eric Price: Umm…yeah?
*Eric completely out of it and one hundred percent focused on his title completely misses and ignores the fact that she addressed her by first name rather than as Mr. Price as he usually demands he be addressed. He continues walking as she follows him toward the elevator.*
WCF Fan: My name is Shirley and I’d like…
Eric Price: Let me guess, you’d like me to sign something for you, isn’t that right? Isn’t that what all fans want?
Shirley: No actually, I’d just like to say to you tick-tock!
*Eric gets a crazed look in his eyes at the mention of these words*
Eric Price: I’m sorry but what did you say?
Shirley: You heard me, tick-tock, your time is up!
*Eric looks even more angered at this point and clenches his fist and aims it at her visibly as if he’s about to strike her but immediately she flinches away from him as he shakes his head and regains his composure looking at his fist and he puts his hand down. As he is waiting for the elevator and gets into it now that it has arrived, she goes in with him.*
Eric Price: I … sorry.
Shirley: You were about to hit me!
Eric Price: No … I, sorry, just go on about your business and leave me be.
Shirley: Sarah’s right, you’re nothing but a little bitch ass punk who’s going to lose his World Title at Explosion! Tick-tock, tick-tock bitch!
*Eric throws a fit of rage at this point and punches her right in the face knocking her out. He is in the elevator alone with her as it is going up and looks almost pale now as he once again regains his composure realizing what he’s done*
Eric Price: Oh damn it, damn it! What the hell, stupid bitch insults me but … let me think about this.
*Eric looks down at the girl who is still out and the elevator is still headed up to his floor. He quickly grabs her and puts her around his shoulder as if pretending to carry a knocked out body. The elevator arrives to his floor and he quickly looks out and notices no one in the halls this late at night. He steps out with her carrying her over his shoulder as he goes straight to his room being careful to not be noticed. However, another patron of the hotel notices him doing this and questions him…*
Hotel Patron: What’s going on here? What happened to her?
*Eric is surprised but quickly reacts and goes with it*
Eric Price: I found her in the lobby. She was…
Hotel Patron: Was she drunk? But she’s just a little girl.
Eric Price: Yes, I know, I don’t know what kind of irresponsible parent would allow such a thing to happen but she followed me into the elevator and passed out so I thought I’d take her to my room and call 911 to have them take care of this.
Hotel Patron: Oh I’ll do that for you.
Eric Price: No need, thank you for the courtesy but I got it. Poor girl wanted my autograph but I think she was loopier than all get out. Alcohol, god damn alcohol! Nevertheless, I’ll take care of her and call 911, make sure her deadbeat parents are contacted.
Hotel Patron: Yeah, horrible parenting is what that is. I’ll call 911 immediately.
*Eric thinks to himself that if he insists on calling 911, the patron could become suspicious so he follows her lead.*
Eric Price: Well if you insist, I guess it can help. Just let them know to come to my room.
Hotel Patron: I will, thank you. I’ll say a special prayer for you; good Samaritans like you are all too rare these days.
*Eric gives a fake smile to the patron as she goes back in her room to call 911. Eric quickly goes into his room, locks the door and drops Shirley, who is still unconscious on the bed.*
Eric Price: Well, she’s out, this stupid lady two doors down is calling 911 probably as we speak, I only have a few minutes to take care of this!
*Eric quickly takes off his sportcoat and tie and starts frantically pacing around*
Eric Price: What do I do, what do I do, what do I do? I’m on a timeframe, they’re going to find out I hit her, she’s going to tell them. But wait, what if she’s completely drunk just as the lady assumed. I mean, if she thought it, why not the police or the EMTs, yes, that’s what we’ll do.
*Eric quickly grabs the phone and thinks about dialing room service but stops himself*
Eric Price: Wait, I can’t order alcohol, I’m a renowned non-drinker and if I order it now, it would seem rather suspicious. No … oh wait, I got it.
*Eric looks around for the minibar and quickly opens noticing some Vodka in there. He quickly grabs the container of Vodka and mixes it with some water. He then grabs Shirley who is still out and starts slowly pouring down some Vodka mixed with water down her mouth as she is coming to gasping for air but coughing out an air bubble*
Eric Price: Good, you’re awake.
*Eric continues giving her the drink and she forcibly drinks it down not realizing exactly what’s going yet*
Shirley: What the … oh, what happened?
Eric Price: I don’t know, you just passed out so I brought you to my room to give you some water, maybe get you to wake up.
Shirley: No, something else had to have happened. Ow … my eye, you bastard, you hit me!
Eric Price: Oh, you haven’t had enough water. Keep drinking it down.
*Eric continues forcibly giving her the drink as she has nearly swallowed the entire bottle and the liquid is all gone*
Shirley: What the hell, what is this?
Eric Price: Just water and some medicine to make you feel better. You were delirious earlier thinking I had hit you or something, you kept screaming that at me. I don’t know what happened.
*Eric hands her the bottle for her to hold, he then snatches it from her immediately*
Shirley: You son of a bitch!
Eric Price: Shhh…calm down, you’re going to pass out now, I just gave you something to soothe your pain.
Shirley: Oh … you …
*Shirley immediately passes out again on the bed and starts babbling incoherent nonsense as the alcohol starts quickly taking effect*
Eric Price: Okay, now to make this convincing.
*Eric takes a breath and quickly dials 911*
911 Operator: 911. What’s your emergency?
Eric Price: Help, help! I found a little girl passed out, she’s … oh my God, she’s babbling, I think I see white stuff coming out of her mouth, I don’t know.
911 Operator: Sir calm down, what happened?
Eric Price: Well, my name is Eric Price and I’m here at the Marriott Hotel, room 1703 and I found this girl in the lobby who was intoxicated, I brought her to my room as she followed me and passed out in the elevator. I found a bottle of Vodka with her, she downed it down completely.
911 Operator: Oh my God, sir, please calm down, did you try giving her some water?
Eric Price: Yes, I did and she’s passed out on my bed now but I don’t know what to do with her.
911 Operator: Just calm down, I am dispatching am ambulance immediately out there. Did you find the girl’s parents or did you get any contact information?
Eric Price: No I did not. She was completely intoxicated so she was not able to give me anything. Oh God please help, I think we’re losing her.
911 Operator: An ambulance is on its way and should be there shortly.
Eric Price: Oh, thank you so much! Hurry! HURRY!
*Eric hangs up the phone as he walks over to the mirror and stares into it, the shot showing Shirley knocked out as he looks straight into the mirror, slowly looking up as he does an evil laugh realizing what he’s just done as the scene fades to black*
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Scene II: Paramedics, EMTs, Irresponsibility – 1:10 AM – Eric Price’s Hotel Room at the Marriott Hotel in Detroit, MI
*Some time has passed, a stretcher is shown taking Shirley out of Eric’s hotel room as the EMTs are talking with him to gather details*
Eric Price: I … I don’t know. I just found her intoxicated and when I brought her up here a bottle of Vodka fell out from under her shirt, I think she was trying to conceal it but you could certainly smell the alcohol on her.
EMT: What about this, looks like a swollen eye?
Eric Price: I don’t know what happened there, when I saw her, I didn’t notice the swollen eye although admittedly, I was more concerned about the alcohol she was drinking rather than observing her eyes; they looked rather bloodshot when I try to remember.
EMT: Well thank you for your statement Mr. Price. We will use this in the investigation.
*Eric’s mind begins racing wondering what the EMT is talking about but he attempts to retain his mental state and not lose it so as to arouse suspicion*
Eric Price: Investigation?
EMT: Well of course, we have to simply talk to the parents and see what happened as she is a minor, try to get some history, some backstory on this. Underage drinking is such a serious issue this day in age and it must be dealt with quickly. This poor girl would have almost died had you not called.
Eric Price: Well … I did what I could, what anyone else would do.
EMT: You’re a good man Mr. Price, a good man. Most would have taken advantage of her but you did the right thing and called 911. You tried to help her as best you could and that’s commendable.
Eric Price: Thanks. I hope Shirley’s all right.
EMT: Yeah … hey, how’d you know her name is Shirley? There’s no ID on her.
Eric Price: Well … she told me in the lobby.
EMT: But you said you found her passed out.
Eric Price: No, I didn’t find her passed out. I found her intoxicated and I asked her name, she actually passed out as we got into the elevator. I’m surprised she actually didn’t throw up with all the alcohol she’d had.
EMT: Yeah, that is surprising. But I suppose less clean up if you think about it.
*Eric gives a light chuckle*
Eric Price: Not exactly the time to be cracking jokes but I suppose anything to lighten the mood; I’m sure you guys are to used to situations like this.
EMT: Yeah, but it doesn’t make it any easier. Thanks for your time Mr. Price.
*Eric escorts the EMTs from his room and they leave as he closes the door behind them, he locks the door and takes a seat on the edge of his bed with his hand clenched on his chin looking extremely pensive*
Eric Price: This is your fault Sarah Twilight, this is all your fault. I didn’t want to do that tonight, I didn’t want to hurt her but you, you made me hurt her. The blood, the alcohol, the suffering, this is all on you, not on me you horrid bitch! I didn’t do this, you did! By constantly disrespecting me, by getting your alleged fans to disrespect the World Champion, a true man of greatness, which I am, you’ve brought this fate upon that poor girl. With all this tick-tock nonsense, tick-tock, tick-tock, TICK-TOCK, TICK-TOCK, that’s all I hear everywhere I go. Airports, hotels, fan meet and greets, tick-tock, tick-tock, your time is up, you’re going to lose to Sarah Twilight, she’s going to beat you for the WCF World Championship and no, NO, NO I refuse to believe that nonsense!
Eric Price: You can have the audience believing whatever tripe you serve them but deep down you know that I’m telling you the truth and that I can beat you. Just a few hours ago, I beat the living hell out of FPV and everyone thought that was the end of my title reign before it happened; last month at Timebomb I beat the living hell out of Steeltoe Joe and everyone once again thought that was the end of my title reign as well yet here I am, still the champion.
*Eric grabs the title, which is on his bed and shows it off*
Eric Price: This is what it’s all about, the richest prize in this industry and yet you constantly disrespect it by disrespecting its titleholder, yours truly Mr. Eric Price. Despite the fact that I’ve done nothing but behave with honor and integrity, you have been nothing more than a thug resorting to gang like beatings on my associates who simply are there to encourage me and support me when the public decides to turn their back on me. Because let’s really look at history, I used to be like you Twilight believe it or not, oh yeah, that’s right, I used to be just like you. I pandered to the audience, gave them what I thought they wanted, did what they told me to do, said what they wanted me to say, oh yeah, it was nice to have the audience on your side, to have them cheering for me, to have them supporting my every move but in the end what did that get me? What did having the crowd on my side do for me?
Eric Price: Let me answer that you for Ms. Twilight, it did jack shit for my career. Sure, they supported me, they loved me but that didn’t get me any titles, it did not elevate me in the company, it did zero for me! Let’s look at your “illustrious career”, what exactly has fan support gotten you? Big deal, you won the TV Title by beating an even bigger nobody than you in Terry Roberts? Other than that, you’ve done nothing but fail at everything you try. You weren’t able to get in the main event of One or even Payback; for God’s sake you lost the title to an even bigger loser than you in that punk kid Chris Kane, who I might add still has more potential than you ever will. Fan support doesn’t mean anything to me Sarah, nothing because it doesn’t get you anything. Look at me, the fans turned on me when I decided to become successful by doing what is right and caring about myself. They like to take this moral high ground that does not exist because given the chance, they would do the exact same thing I did.
Eric Price: Let me remind you, I won the World Title at the main event of the biggest pay per view of the year One and not to mention I was TV Champion of the year 2012 all in my first year here in WCF. I’ve done a lot in my illustrious career, triple crown winner, I’ve dominated WCF, nearly won War last year, have main evented seven straight pay per views, that’s a record almost unmatched by anyone except Jonny Fly and I’m just one pay per view away from matching his record. This is to impress upon you just how good I am and I am certainly not about to let this all be halted because some gingersnap decided to get her panties in a bunch and whined and bitched until she was given a title shot, an undeserved title shot I might add because if we look at history once again, you can’t beat me in a fair fight! I am simply better than you.
Eric Price: Admittedly you’ve tried to get the upper hand on me from time to time by using underhanded and weaseling tactics against me but you can’t stop me; you can’t stop my reign as World Champion. I’ve worked too hard and have come too far to have this all derailed because you’re on some selfish ego trip! This title is what means everything to me; the fans, they mean nothing to me and you and your ego trip mean absolutely nothing to me! Your words are but a mere façade of you trying to fake the fact that you are afraid of me. Think about it for a second, if I lose, which I know I won’t but in the remote chance that I were to lose, I’m still a top guy, I’m still in the main event. You can bitch and scream all you want that I will be relegated to obscurity but if you look at the ratings on Slam and the sales I generate, I am not going anywhere anytime soon. You however Ms. Twilight, you are a flash in the pan! You are the latest wave, the flavor of the month on which people have decided to bandwagon but like every good 15 minute wonder, your time will be up sooner than you think. You see, these words, these sounds, the ticking … the tocking, the nonsensical sound of the second hand moving, inch, by inch, by inch incessantly getting closer to what you term my demise is actually going to be your demise Sarah!
Eric Price: The reality is that in this match, it’s all on the line! My title is on the line and despite having defended it three times already this month, this match is more about you than it is about me. I’m the incumbent champion here, you’re the challenger. If I win, which I will of course I will continue to be the champion but if I win, that means that you lose. Now I want you to let the words sink in real deep here, really think about what I’m saying because you can boast, you can be as overconfident as you like but the fact is if and when you lose this Sunday, it’s all over for you. All the months of planning, all the weeks of training, all the preparation, all the weaseling, all the attacks, it will all have been for nothing and the people, the fans that you claim to love so much that are so behind you right now will turn on you. They will ditch you like yesterday’s garbage because that’s all you are Sarah, garbage, human garbage! And once you lose to me, it’s all over for you, there will be no more recourse, there will be no second chances, there will be no excuses, it will simply prove what I’ve been saying all along and that is that I AM BETTER THAN YOU!
*Eric looks at his title and brandishes it proudly*
Eric Price: You hear me clearly Sarah, I AM BETTER THAN YOU! I AM BETTER THAN YOU! THIS TITLE IS MINE!!! MINE! MINE! MINE!!! ALL MINE!!! YOU CAN’T BEAT ME!!!
*Eric looks a bit crazed now but recomposes himself as he looks at his World Title and clutches it tightly.*
Eric Price: And no one is taking this title from me. You understand Sarah? Jeff Purse couldn’t do it, Steeltoe Joe couldn’t do it, Rebellion couldn’t it, even your good friend and associate Franklin Patrick Venable could not do it, what chance do you really have? I’ve beaten all challengers that have been placed in front of me and I’ve done so decisively to prove that I am the best here in WCF! So yes, the words tick-tock do indeed bother me because you’ve tried to pit them against me but in reality, it is you whose time is ticking down because your time in the sun is almost up and once I beat you this Sunday, the Cinderella story is going to hit midnight and then the dream will be over and all you can do is fall from grace and believe me, as high up as you are right now, that fall is going to hurt and I am going to simply say I told you so! Mark my words Sarah, mark my words, I will beat you this Sunday and I will remain WCF World Champion and there’s not one … damn … thing … you can do about it! Hahahaha!!!!
*Eric gives an evil laugh as the scene fades to black as he’s looking at his World Title intently*
Scene III: Publicity Is Always Good – 11 AM – Dining Hall at the Marriott Hotel in Detroit, MI
*Eric Price is now dressed in a different suit, a burgundy colored sportcoat, black pants, and a black shirt with a burgundy colored tie with a serious look on his face as he’s walking through the lobby toward the dining hall at the Marriott as he’s looking to get some brunch*
Eric Price: Hungry after last night’s grueling match. Gonna get something to eat.
*Eric is walking and as he walks into the dining hall and the people already there notice him and they applaud him as he is surprised*
Eric Price: Whoa, what’s this?
*One of the patrons approaches him*
Hotel Patron: Mhave a seat and take a look at this.
*Eric is handed a copy of “The Detroit News” as he looks at the front page and notices himself on it. He reads the headline: “World Champion wrestler and financial magnate saves girl’s life”*
Eric Price: Wow, I didn’t realize this had become news.
Hotel Patron: You’re a hero to us Mr. Price.
Eric Price: Thank you, thank you so much but I didn’t do it for the fanfare, I did it because it was the right thing.
Hotel Patron: Such humility Mr. Price, can I get your autograph?
*Other patrons notice him and quickly form a crowd around him asking him for his autograph as Eric is genuinely surprised that the story spread so quickly. At the same time, his mind starts racing concerned at the attention being paid to the incident. He is interested in keeping this as quiet as possible and with all this attention, this is proving difficult.*
Eric Price: Thank you all, thank you!
*Eric Price gets up and stands on the chair he was sitting to address the crowd*
Eric Price: I just want to say briefly that I simply did the right thing, what anyone else would have done. The poor girl was under the influence clearly and needed some help as she passed out. I’m just thankful she was not abused as underage drinking often has far worse consequences than what poor Shirley experienced. Just keep that as a lesson to teach your kids not to drink or smoke, drugs and alcohol are terrible vices and it’s far too risky to not say No. So remember, just say no! Thank you!
*The crowd applauds him as Eric gets down from the chair and sits down to have his brunch, which he was told is on the house due to his braving heroism. Eric is happy yet concerned and is sweating a bit at what happened because he knows the truth of the situation but is following the crowd so as not to raise a ruckus as he receives a phone call*
Eric Price (on the phone): Hello?
Voice (on the phone): Mr. Price?
Eric Price (on the phone): Yes?
Voice: This is Mr. Lipschitz, the father of Shirley Lipschitz, the girl you “rescued” last night.
Eric Price (on the phone): Oh yes, no need to thank to me, just doing what a good Samaritan does.
Mr. Lipschitz (on the phone): A good Samaritan, is that a fact? Mr. Price, it seems our daughter who barely survived the poisoning attempt tells a different version of the story.
Eric Price (on the phone): What are you talking about?
Mr. Lipschitz (on the phone): Oh you know what I’m talking about Mr. Price, I should be there ripping you limb from limb you disgusting vile lying sack of shit!
Eric Price (on the phone): Take it easy, what are you talking about?
Mr. Lipschitz (on the phone): According to her, she simply heckled you a bit, you punched her and knocked her out. She doesn’t exactly remember the rest except you giving her some “water” although it did not taste exactly like water she said.
Eric Price (on the phone): Mr. Lipschitz, I found her already intoxicated, I didn’t hit her, what are you talking about? If anything, she tried to hit me but she could barely stand on her own cognizance and then passed out in the elevator with me. But I didn’t poison her, I gave her some water because I wanted to make sure she stayed with me, she stayed breathing and somewhat conscious.
Mr. Lipschitz (on the phone): Is that so? Well … I’m sorry, I’m just so frustrated, the thought of someone hurting my little girl…
Eric Price (on the phone): I can imagine Mr. Lipschitz, no one wants to see their child harmed in any way…
Mr. Lipschitz (on the phone): But it’s just that she’s never acted out before and now she’s drinking, I don’t know what to say.
Eric Price (on the phone): Sometimes even the best parenting and the best parents get unexpected results. We just don’t know what we’re going to get but the best thing for you to do now is concentrate on your little girl and making sure she gets better and gets over this horrible vice.
Mr. Lipschitz (on the phone): I … but it’s just that she keep insisting that you did punch her.
Eric Price (on the phone): Mr. Lipschitz, I’m a fully grown adult, a business icon, you think I would risk everything doing something so heinous. It’s not just morally reprehensible but it’s outright disgusting and unforgiveable.
Mr. Lipschitz (on the phone): You do have a point I suppose. Nevertheless, I’ll just look into it for my own sanity to prove to her that I believe her.
*Eric swallows a dry gulp concerned but manages to maintain his composure despite his voice breaking a bit*
Eric Price (on the phone): Oh absolutely and you should. I don’t want her thinking that I did something abominable to her. Better we know the truth.
Mr. Lipschitz (on the phone): I couldn’t agree more. Thank you for your understanding Mr. Price.
Eric Price (on the phone): I’ll lend my cooperation in whatever way possible. Goodbye.
*Eric Price hangs up the phone now concerned over the magnified attention this is getting as he quickly leaves his table and the scene fades to black*
Scene IV: Rewriting The Past – 11:15 AM – The Marriott Hotel in Detroit, MI
*Eric Price is shown approaching the reception area in the lobby of his hotel. He frantically rings the bell for assistance.*
Hotel Attendant: Yes sir.
Eric Price: Hi, my name is Eric Price, I…
Hotel Attendant: Oh yes, you’re the man who saved that little girl.
Eric Price: Yes, can I talk to your security chief?
Hotel Attendant: Oh sure, anything for you Mr. Price.
Eric Price: Thank you so much.
*Eric waits patiently as the head of security walks up to him, a middle aged man, and introduces himself as Gordon Smith*
Gordon Smith: Pleasure to meet you Mr. Price.
Eric Price: The pleasure’s all mine Gordon. Can we perhaps talk in your office?
Gordon Smith: Sure.
*Eric and Gordon walk straight to his office and as Eric walks in, he shuts the door to the office as Gordon sits behind his desk, a medium sized wood desk with a leather chair behind the desk. Eric takes a seat in front of the desk in what appear to be waiting room chairs.*
Eric Price: Well…
Gordon Smith: So, what’d you need to speak to me about?
Eric Price: Well … I had a bit of a quandary for you.
Gordon Smith: Shoot.
Eric Price: I need to see the security tape of the main lobby from last night.
Gordon Smith: Why?
Eric Price: Apparently the girl I found intoxicated thinks that I hit her when she actually passed out on her own and I want to prove that to her. I mean, I know it’s a sad occasion but at the same time, I don’t want her thinking ill of me.
Gordon Smith: Makes sense, I’ll pull the footage for you.
Eric Price: Great, let’s get the tape.
Gordon Smith: Tape, you talking about VHS? Nah, we haven’t done that in years, it’s all digital now.
Eric Price: Oh, interesting.
*Eric now thinks to himself that if the footage is digital, it’s not a matter of just destroying a tape*
Gordon Smith: I do have to ask though, why does she think you hit her?
Eric Price: I have no idea, she was really drunk when I saw her so she probably was imagining God knows what.
Gordon Smith: All right, let’s go see.
*Eric and Gordon both get up and start walking towards the security room that monitors all the cameras. As they’re walking, Eric starts thinking about how to get rid of that footage.*
Eric Price: Hey Gordon, just a sec, gonna run into the restroom here.
*Eric steps into the restroom as Gordon waits outside and Eric quickly grabs his cell phone to place a phone call. He whispers quietly while talking while turning on the faucet to pretend he’s using the facilities.*
Eric Price (on the phone): Hey Francis, you know who it is.
*Francis Lobel is Eric Price’s lawyer*
Francis Lobel (on the phone): Yeah?
Eric Price (on the phone): You know what hotel I’m at, I want you to call in a gun threat in about 2 minutes in room 1704. Don’t ask me why, I’ll explain later, just do it!
Francis Lobel (on the phone): But they’ll trace it!
Eric Price (on the phone): You’re at my office, right?
Francis Lobel (on the phone): Yes, in LA.
Eric Price (on the phone): Use the blue phone I have on my desk, that is untraceable and if a trace is attempted, it’ll look like it came from Zimbabwe.
Francis Lobel (on the phone): But…
Eric Price (on the phone): I’m not asking you, do it! Or should I remind you of the things I know about you.
Francis Lobel (on the phone): Fine, fine…
Eric Price (on the phone): Thank you!
*Eric quickly hangs up the phone and flushes the toilet to keep up the façade that he used the facilities and washes his hands real quick and steps out*
Eric Price: Ah, better.
Gordon Smith: Let’s go, it’s actually this way.
*Eric and Gordon continue walking as Eric is now just waiting for the call to come through. They finally arrive at the security command center about 1 minute later where they both walk in and notice it’s at the moment lightly staffed*
Eric Price: Wow, I would have expected more people.
Gordon Smith: Well, most of them are patrolling the floors, we just keep a few here at the monitors.
Eric Price: Fair enough, let’s take a look at that footage.
Gordon Smith: Yes. I radioed it in while you were in the restroom so it should be ready to view here. Ah, there it is.
*Eric looks on one of the monitors where the footage starts playing and shows him coming into the hotel and the girl approaching him. As this happens however, an emergency call is received on the radio*
Radio: Code Silver Room 1704, Code Silver Room 1704, this is not a drill.
Gordon Smith: Silver? Oh shit, guys let’s go.
*Gordon grabs all the staff to go with him as Eric is left to watch the footage*
Eric Price: What about me?
Gordon Smith: Just stay here until an “All Clear” is received. You can watch the video, we’re going to deal with this issue immediately.
Eric Price: What’s happening?
Gordon Smith: Code Silver means someone with a weapon.
Eric Price: Damn, okay, I’ll stay here.
*All the security steps out as Eric is left by himself in this command room as he gives a big grin and quickly views the footage himself.*
Eric Price: Okay, let’s see here.
*Eric views the footage and notices that it shows the exchange he had in the early hours of the morning with Shirley. He also notices that is shows when he clenches his fist toward her but does not hit her. He also notices that it seems he’s getting angry at getting heckled but that the footage does not prove anything conclusive.*
Eric Price: Well, looks like her ravings are just the delusions of a drunkard, hahaha!!!
*Eric steps out of the room about two minutes later as he notices security coming back and an “all clear” has been called as nothing was found in room 1704, where the fake Code Silver was called*
Gordon Smith: Did you see the footage?
Eric Price: Yeah, clearly the poor girl was suffering from some delusions due to the alcohol. If she comes by, just show her the footage because she’ll probably be insistent, God knows she sounded so on the phone.
Gordon Smith: Fair enough, see you later Mr. Price.
Eric Price: See you.
*Eric walks away as Gordon looks puzzled as to the insistence of the girl*
Gordon Smith: Hmm…something’s off.
*Gordon shakes his head and walks off as the scene fades to black*
Scene V: Knowledge Is A Powerful Thing – 9 PM – Hilton Hotel in Chicago, IL
*Eric Price is shown unpacking his bags in the Hilton Hotel as he has since left Detroit and is now getting ready for Explosion. He has situated himself near the arena for Sunday but will be doing fan meet and greets and taking care of business. As he unpacks his suitcase, he receives a phone call on his cell phone…*
Eric Price (on the phone): Hello?
Voice (on the phone): Is this Eric Price?
Eric Price (on the phone): Who wants to know?
Voice (on the phone): You don’t know me but I know what you did.
Eric Price (on the phone): What are you talking about?
*The voice sounds deep and shrouded*
Voice (on the phone): Oh I know what you did and you’re going to pay for it.
Eric Price (on the phone): Is this a prank call? Is this you Twilight?
Voice (on the phone): No, this is someone who knows what you did last night or should I say early this morning.
Eric Price (on the phone): What do you mean?
Voice (on the phone): Very coy Mr. Price but I know what you did to that poor girl, knocking her out. She wasn’t drunk.
*Eric looks extremely pissed off at this point*
Eric Price (on the phone): Who the hell is this?
Voice (on the phone): I know you knocked her out. How’d you get the alcohol in her though? Did you force her to drink it to cover your tracks, is that it Mr. Price?
Eric Price (on the phone): Shut up!
Voice (on the phone): Playing her off as a troubled teen.
Eric Price (on the phone): Shut up!
Voice (on the phone): I bet you got some sick pleasure from punching her and knocking her out cold.
Eric Price (on the phone): I SAID SHUT UP!!!
Voice (on the phone): You’re in no position to make demands Mr. Price. You see, I have proof that you did all this and if you want that proof back, you’re going to need to follow my instructions and calm down.
Eric Price (on the phone): How do I know you have proof? You could just be bluffing.
Voice (on the phone): Would you take that risk?
*Eric thinks about it for a few seconds but gives in knowing he can’t risk the dent to his image as well as the fiasco this would cause*
Eric Price (on the phone): What do you want?
Voice (on the phone): Simple. Meet me in Highland Park near the boating beach to be specific. We can talk there. Tick-tock Mr. Price!
Eric Price (on the phone): Who the hell is this? *click*
*The call abruptly ends as Eric is now very concerned as to who is contacting him and who has evidence against him as the scene fades to black*
She has sworn vengeance for all of Eric’s misdeeds and has promised him that “Tick-Tock” she will be taking the World Title in 7 days time at Explosion. Despite retaining the World Title, it seems all predictions, all the speculators, all spectators, all commentators; everyone is banking on Sarah Twilight taking the title from him come Explosion.
Day I: Monday 3/25 – Trailing The Polls
Scene I: The Tide Is Going The Wrong Way – 12:30 AM – Marriott Hotel in Detroit, MI
*Eric Price is shown arriving back at his hotel, stepping out of his limousine wearing a black suit with a blue shirt and tie, although the tie is loosened as he solemnly and slowly walks out of the limousine. He very slowly walks into the hotel with a blank look on his face very deep in thought constantly muttering the words “tick tock”.*
Eric Price: Tick … tock. Tick … tock. Tick … tock. Tick … tock.
*A random young girl, no more than 16, clearly a fan of WCF Wrestling as she is wearing a Sarah Twilight t-shirt approaches Eric who does not even register her until she speaks to him*
WCF Fan: Excuse me Eric?
Eric Price: Umm…yeah?
*Eric completely out of it and one hundred percent focused on his title completely misses and ignores the fact that she addressed her by first name rather than as Mr. Price as he usually demands he be addressed. He continues walking as she follows him toward the elevator.*
WCF Fan: My name is Shirley and I’d like…
Eric Price: Let me guess, you’d like me to sign something for you, isn’t that right? Isn’t that what all fans want?
Shirley: No actually, I’d just like to say to you tick-tock!
*Eric gets a crazed look in his eyes at the mention of these words*
Eric Price: I’m sorry but what did you say?
Shirley: You heard me, tick-tock, your time is up!
*Eric looks even more angered at this point and clenches his fist and aims it at her visibly as if he’s about to strike her but immediately she flinches away from him as he shakes his head and regains his composure looking at his fist and he puts his hand down. As he is waiting for the elevator and gets into it now that it has arrived, she goes in with him.*
Eric Price: I … sorry.
Shirley: You were about to hit me!
Eric Price: No … I, sorry, just go on about your business and leave me be.
Shirley: Sarah’s right, you’re nothing but a little bitch ass punk who’s going to lose his World Title at Explosion! Tick-tock, tick-tock bitch!
*Eric throws a fit of rage at this point and punches her right in the face knocking her out. He is in the elevator alone with her as it is going up and looks almost pale now as he once again regains his composure realizing what he’s done*
Eric Price: Oh damn it, damn it! What the hell, stupid bitch insults me but … let me think about this.
*Eric looks down at the girl who is still out and the elevator is still headed up to his floor. He quickly grabs her and puts her around his shoulder as if pretending to carry a knocked out body. The elevator arrives to his floor and he quickly looks out and notices no one in the halls this late at night. He steps out with her carrying her over his shoulder as he goes straight to his room being careful to not be noticed. However, another patron of the hotel notices him doing this and questions him…*
Hotel Patron: What’s going on here? What happened to her?
*Eric is surprised but quickly reacts and goes with it*
Eric Price: I found her in the lobby. She was…
Hotel Patron: Was she drunk? But she’s just a little girl.
Eric Price: Yes, I know, I don’t know what kind of irresponsible parent would allow such a thing to happen but she followed me into the elevator and passed out so I thought I’d take her to my room and call 911 to have them take care of this.
Hotel Patron: Oh I’ll do that for you.
Eric Price: No need, thank you for the courtesy but I got it. Poor girl wanted my autograph but I think she was loopier than all get out. Alcohol, god damn alcohol! Nevertheless, I’ll take care of her and call 911, make sure her deadbeat parents are contacted.
Hotel Patron: Yeah, horrible parenting is what that is. I’ll call 911 immediately.
*Eric thinks to himself that if he insists on calling 911, the patron could become suspicious so he follows her lead.*
Eric Price: Well if you insist, I guess it can help. Just let them know to come to my room.
Hotel Patron: I will, thank you. I’ll say a special prayer for you; good Samaritans like you are all too rare these days.
*Eric gives a fake smile to the patron as she goes back in her room to call 911. Eric quickly goes into his room, locks the door and drops Shirley, who is still unconscious on the bed.*
Eric Price: Well, she’s out, this stupid lady two doors down is calling 911 probably as we speak, I only have a few minutes to take care of this!
*Eric quickly takes off his sportcoat and tie and starts frantically pacing around*
Eric Price: What do I do, what do I do, what do I do? I’m on a timeframe, they’re going to find out I hit her, she’s going to tell them. But wait, what if she’s completely drunk just as the lady assumed. I mean, if she thought it, why not the police or the EMTs, yes, that’s what we’ll do.
*Eric quickly grabs the phone and thinks about dialing room service but stops himself*
Eric Price: Wait, I can’t order alcohol, I’m a renowned non-drinker and if I order it now, it would seem rather suspicious. No … oh wait, I got it.
*Eric looks around for the minibar and quickly opens noticing some Vodka in there. He quickly grabs the container of Vodka and mixes it with some water. He then grabs Shirley who is still out and starts slowly pouring down some Vodka mixed with water down her mouth as she is coming to gasping for air but coughing out an air bubble*
Eric Price: Good, you’re awake.
*Eric continues giving her the drink and she forcibly drinks it down not realizing exactly what’s going yet*
Shirley: What the … oh, what happened?
Eric Price: I don’t know, you just passed out so I brought you to my room to give you some water, maybe get you to wake up.
Shirley: No, something else had to have happened. Ow … my eye, you bastard, you hit me!
Eric Price: Oh, you haven’t had enough water. Keep drinking it down.
*Eric continues forcibly giving her the drink as she has nearly swallowed the entire bottle and the liquid is all gone*
Shirley: What the hell, what is this?
Eric Price: Just water and some medicine to make you feel better. You were delirious earlier thinking I had hit you or something, you kept screaming that at me. I don’t know what happened.
*Eric hands her the bottle for her to hold, he then snatches it from her immediately*
Shirley: You son of a bitch!
Eric Price: Shhh…calm down, you’re going to pass out now, I just gave you something to soothe your pain.
Shirley: Oh … you …
*Shirley immediately passes out again on the bed and starts babbling incoherent nonsense as the alcohol starts quickly taking effect*
Eric Price: Okay, now to make this convincing.
*Eric takes a breath and quickly dials 911*
911 Operator: 911. What’s your emergency?
Eric Price: Help, help! I found a little girl passed out, she’s … oh my God, she’s babbling, I think I see white stuff coming out of her mouth, I don’t know.
911 Operator: Sir calm down, what happened?
Eric Price: Well, my name is Eric Price and I’m here at the Marriott Hotel, room 1703 and I found this girl in the lobby who was intoxicated, I brought her to my room as she followed me and passed out in the elevator. I found a bottle of Vodka with her, she downed it down completely.
911 Operator: Oh my God, sir, please calm down, did you try giving her some water?
Eric Price: Yes, I did and she’s passed out on my bed now but I don’t know what to do with her.
911 Operator: Just calm down, I am dispatching am ambulance immediately out there. Did you find the girl’s parents or did you get any contact information?
Eric Price: No I did not. She was completely intoxicated so she was not able to give me anything. Oh God please help, I think we’re losing her.
911 Operator: An ambulance is on its way and should be there shortly.
Eric Price: Oh, thank you so much! Hurry! HURRY!
*Eric hangs up the phone as he walks over to the mirror and stares into it, the shot showing Shirley knocked out as he looks straight into the mirror, slowly looking up as he does an evil laugh realizing what he’s just done as the scene fades to black*
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Scene II: Paramedics, EMTs, Irresponsibility – 1:10 AM – Eric Price’s Hotel Room at the Marriott Hotel in Detroit, MI
*Some time has passed, a stretcher is shown taking Shirley out of Eric’s hotel room as the EMTs are talking with him to gather details*
Eric Price: I … I don’t know. I just found her intoxicated and when I brought her up here a bottle of Vodka fell out from under her shirt, I think she was trying to conceal it but you could certainly smell the alcohol on her.
EMT: What about this, looks like a swollen eye?
Eric Price: I don’t know what happened there, when I saw her, I didn’t notice the swollen eye although admittedly, I was more concerned about the alcohol she was drinking rather than observing her eyes; they looked rather bloodshot when I try to remember.
EMT: Well thank you for your statement Mr. Price. We will use this in the investigation.
*Eric’s mind begins racing wondering what the EMT is talking about but he attempts to retain his mental state and not lose it so as to arouse suspicion*
Eric Price: Investigation?
EMT: Well of course, we have to simply talk to the parents and see what happened as she is a minor, try to get some history, some backstory on this. Underage drinking is such a serious issue this day in age and it must be dealt with quickly. This poor girl would have almost died had you not called.
Eric Price: Well … I did what I could, what anyone else would do.
EMT: You’re a good man Mr. Price, a good man. Most would have taken advantage of her but you did the right thing and called 911. You tried to help her as best you could and that’s commendable.
Eric Price: Thanks. I hope Shirley’s all right.
EMT: Yeah … hey, how’d you know her name is Shirley? There’s no ID on her.
Eric Price: Well … she told me in the lobby.
EMT: But you said you found her passed out.
Eric Price: No, I didn’t find her passed out. I found her intoxicated and I asked her name, she actually passed out as we got into the elevator. I’m surprised she actually didn’t throw up with all the alcohol she’d had.
EMT: Yeah, that is surprising. But I suppose less clean up if you think about it.
*Eric gives a light chuckle*
Eric Price: Not exactly the time to be cracking jokes but I suppose anything to lighten the mood; I’m sure you guys are to used to situations like this.
EMT: Yeah, but it doesn’t make it any easier. Thanks for your time Mr. Price.
*Eric escorts the EMTs from his room and they leave as he closes the door behind them, he locks the door and takes a seat on the edge of his bed with his hand clenched on his chin looking extremely pensive*
Eric Price: This is your fault Sarah Twilight, this is all your fault. I didn’t want to do that tonight, I didn’t want to hurt her but you, you made me hurt her. The blood, the alcohol, the suffering, this is all on you, not on me you horrid bitch! I didn’t do this, you did! By constantly disrespecting me, by getting your alleged fans to disrespect the World Champion, a true man of greatness, which I am, you’ve brought this fate upon that poor girl. With all this tick-tock nonsense, tick-tock, tick-tock, TICK-TOCK, TICK-TOCK, that’s all I hear everywhere I go. Airports, hotels, fan meet and greets, tick-tock, tick-tock, your time is up, you’re going to lose to Sarah Twilight, she’s going to beat you for the WCF World Championship and no, NO, NO I refuse to believe that nonsense!
Eric Price: You can have the audience believing whatever tripe you serve them but deep down you know that I’m telling you the truth and that I can beat you. Just a few hours ago, I beat the living hell out of FPV and everyone thought that was the end of my title reign before it happened; last month at Timebomb I beat the living hell out of Steeltoe Joe and everyone once again thought that was the end of my title reign as well yet here I am, still the champion.
*Eric grabs the title, which is on his bed and shows it off*
Eric Price: This is what it’s all about, the richest prize in this industry and yet you constantly disrespect it by disrespecting its titleholder, yours truly Mr. Eric Price. Despite the fact that I’ve done nothing but behave with honor and integrity, you have been nothing more than a thug resorting to gang like beatings on my associates who simply are there to encourage me and support me when the public decides to turn their back on me. Because let’s really look at history, I used to be like you Twilight believe it or not, oh yeah, that’s right, I used to be just like you. I pandered to the audience, gave them what I thought they wanted, did what they told me to do, said what they wanted me to say, oh yeah, it was nice to have the audience on your side, to have them cheering for me, to have them supporting my every move but in the end what did that get me? What did having the crowd on my side do for me?
Eric Price: Let me answer that you for Ms. Twilight, it did jack shit for my career. Sure, they supported me, they loved me but that didn’t get me any titles, it did not elevate me in the company, it did zero for me! Let’s look at your “illustrious career”, what exactly has fan support gotten you? Big deal, you won the TV Title by beating an even bigger nobody than you in Terry Roberts? Other than that, you’ve done nothing but fail at everything you try. You weren’t able to get in the main event of One or even Payback; for God’s sake you lost the title to an even bigger loser than you in that punk kid Chris Kane, who I might add still has more potential than you ever will. Fan support doesn’t mean anything to me Sarah, nothing because it doesn’t get you anything. Look at me, the fans turned on me when I decided to become successful by doing what is right and caring about myself. They like to take this moral high ground that does not exist because given the chance, they would do the exact same thing I did.
Eric Price: Let me remind you, I won the World Title at the main event of the biggest pay per view of the year One and not to mention I was TV Champion of the year 2012 all in my first year here in WCF. I’ve done a lot in my illustrious career, triple crown winner, I’ve dominated WCF, nearly won War last year, have main evented seven straight pay per views, that’s a record almost unmatched by anyone except Jonny Fly and I’m just one pay per view away from matching his record. This is to impress upon you just how good I am and I am certainly not about to let this all be halted because some gingersnap decided to get her panties in a bunch and whined and bitched until she was given a title shot, an undeserved title shot I might add because if we look at history once again, you can’t beat me in a fair fight! I am simply better than you.
Eric Price: Admittedly you’ve tried to get the upper hand on me from time to time by using underhanded and weaseling tactics against me but you can’t stop me; you can’t stop my reign as World Champion. I’ve worked too hard and have come too far to have this all derailed because you’re on some selfish ego trip! This title is what means everything to me; the fans, they mean nothing to me and you and your ego trip mean absolutely nothing to me! Your words are but a mere façade of you trying to fake the fact that you are afraid of me. Think about it for a second, if I lose, which I know I won’t but in the remote chance that I were to lose, I’m still a top guy, I’m still in the main event. You can bitch and scream all you want that I will be relegated to obscurity but if you look at the ratings on Slam and the sales I generate, I am not going anywhere anytime soon. You however Ms. Twilight, you are a flash in the pan! You are the latest wave, the flavor of the month on which people have decided to bandwagon but like every good 15 minute wonder, your time will be up sooner than you think. You see, these words, these sounds, the ticking … the tocking, the nonsensical sound of the second hand moving, inch, by inch, by inch incessantly getting closer to what you term my demise is actually going to be your demise Sarah!
Eric Price: The reality is that in this match, it’s all on the line! My title is on the line and despite having defended it three times already this month, this match is more about you than it is about me. I’m the incumbent champion here, you’re the challenger. If I win, which I will of course I will continue to be the champion but if I win, that means that you lose. Now I want you to let the words sink in real deep here, really think about what I’m saying because you can boast, you can be as overconfident as you like but the fact is if and when you lose this Sunday, it’s all over for you. All the months of planning, all the weeks of training, all the preparation, all the weaseling, all the attacks, it will all have been for nothing and the people, the fans that you claim to love so much that are so behind you right now will turn on you. They will ditch you like yesterday’s garbage because that’s all you are Sarah, garbage, human garbage! And once you lose to me, it’s all over for you, there will be no more recourse, there will be no second chances, there will be no excuses, it will simply prove what I’ve been saying all along and that is that I AM BETTER THAN YOU!
*Eric looks at his title and brandishes it proudly*
Eric Price: You hear me clearly Sarah, I AM BETTER THAN YOU! I AM BETTER THAN YOU! THIS TITLE IS MINE!!! MINE! MINE! MINE!!! ALL MINE!!! YOU CAN’T BEAT ME!!!
*Eric looks a bit crazed now but recomposes himself as he looks at his World Title and clutches it tightly.*
Eric Price: And no one is taking this title from me. You understand Sarah? Jeff Purse couldn’t do it, Steeltoe Joe couldn’t do it, Rebellion couldn’t it, even your good friend and associate Franklin Patrick Venable could not do it, what chance do you really have? I’ve beaten all challengers that have been placed in front of me and I’ve done so decisively to prove that I am the best here in WCF! So yes, the words tick-tock do indeed bother me because you’ve tried to pit them against me but in reality, it is you whose time is ticking down because your time in the sun is almost up and once I beat you this Sunday, the Cinderella story is going to hit midnight and then the dream will be over and all you can do is fall from grace and believe me, as high up as you are right now, that fall is going to hurt and I am going to simply say I told you so! Mark my words Sarah, mark my words, I will beat you this Sunday and I will remain WCF World Champion and there’s not one … damn … thing … you can do about it! Hahahaha!!!!
*Eric gives an evil laugh as the scene fades to black as he’s looking at his World Title intently*
Scene III: Publicity Is Always Good – 11 AM – Dining Hall at the Marriott Hotel in Detroit, MI
*Eric Price is now dressed in a different suit, a burgundy colored sportcoat, black pants, and a black shirt with a burgundy colored tie with a serious look on his face as he’s walking through the lobby toward the dining hall at the Marriott as he’s looking to get some brunch*
Eric Price: Hungry after last night’s grueling match. Gonna get something to eat.
*Eric is walking and as he walks into the dining hall and the people already there notice him and they applaud him as he is surprised*
Eric Price: Whoa, what’s this?
*One of the patrons approaches him*
Hotel Patron: Mhave a seat and take a look at this.
*Eric is handed a copy of “The Detroit News” as he looks at the front page and notices himself on it. He reads the headline: “World Champion wrestler and financial magnate saves girl’s life”*
Eric Price: Wow, I didn’t realize this had become news.
Hotel Patron: You’re a hero to us Mr. Price.
Eric Price: Thank you, thank you so much but I didn’t do it for the fanfare, I did it because it was the right thing.
Hotel Patron: Such humility Mr. Price, can I get your autograph?
*Other patrons notice him and quickly form a crowd around him asking him for his autograph as Eric is genuinely surprised that the story spread so quickly. At the same time, his mind starts racing concerned at the attention being paid to the incident. He is interested in keeping this as quiet as possible and with all this attention, this is proving difficult.*
Eric Price: Thank you all, thank you!
*Eric Price gets up and stands on the chair he was sitting to address the crowd*
Eric Price: I just want to say briefly that I simply did the right thing, what anyone else would have done. The poor girl was under the influence clearly and needed some help as she passed out. I’m just thankful she was not abused as underage drinking often has far worse consequences than what poor Shirley experienced. Just keep that as a lesson to teach your kids not to drink or smoke, drugs and alcohol are terrible vices and it’s far too risky to not say No. So remember, just say no! Thank you!
*The crowd applauds him as Eric gets down from the chair and sits down to have his brunch, which he was told is on the house due to his braving heroism. Eric is happy yet concerned and is sweating a bit at what happened because he knows the truth of the situation but is following the crowd so as not to raise a ruckus as he receives a phone call*
Eric Price (on the phone): Hello?
Voice (on the phone): Mr. Price?
Eric Price (on the phone): Yes?
Voice: This is Mr. Lipschitz, the father of Shirley Lipschitz, the girl you “rescued” last night.
Eric Price (on the phone): Oh yes, no need to thank to me, just doing what a good Samaritan does.
Mr. Lipschitz (on the phone): A good Samaritan, is that a fact? Mr. Price, it seems our daughter who barely survived the poisoning attempt tells a different version of the story.
Eric Price (on the phone): What are you talking about?
Mr. Lipschitz (on the phone): Oh you know what I’m talking about Mr. Price, I should be there ripping you limb from limb you disgusting vile lying sack of shit!
Eric Price (on the phone): Take it easy, what are you talking about?
Mr. Lipschitz (on the phone): According to her, she simply heckled you a bit, you punched her and knocked her out. She doesn’t exactly remember the rest except you giving her some “water” although it did not taste exactly like water she said.
Eric Price (on the phone): Mr. Lipschitz, I found her already intoxicated, I didn’t hit her, what are you talking about? If anything, she tried to hit me but she could barely stand on her own cognizance and then passed out in the elevator with me. But I didn’t poison her, I gave her some water because I wanted to make sure she stayed with me, she stayed breathing and somewhat conscious.
Mr. Lipschitz (on the phone): Is that so? Well … I’m sorry, I’m just so frustrated, the thought of someone hurting my little girl…
Eric Price (on the phone): I can imagine Mr. Lipschitz, no one wants to see their child harmed in any way…
Mr. Lipschitz (on the phone): But it’s just that she’s never acted out before and now she’s drinking, I don’t know what to say.
Eric Price (on the phone): Sometimes even the best parenting and the best parents get unexpected results. We just don’t know what we’re going to get but the best thing for you to do now is concentrate on your little girl and making sure she gets better and gets over this horrible vice.
Mr. Lipschitz (on the phone): I … but it’s just that she keep insisting that you did punch her.
Eric Price (on the phone): Mr. Lipschitz, I’m a fully grown adult, a business icon, you think I would risk everything doing something so heinous. It’s not just morally reprehensible but it’s outright disgusting and unforgiveable.
Mr. Lipschitz (on the phone): You do have a point I suppose. Nevertheless, I’ll just look into it for my own sanity to prove to her that I believe her.
*Eric swallows a dry gulp concerned but manages to maintain his composure despite his voice breaking a bit*
Eric Price (on the phone): Oh absolutely and you should. I don’t want her thinking that I did something abominable to her. Better we know the truth.
Mr. Lipschitz (on the phone): I couldn’t agree more. Thank you for your understanding Mr. Price.
Eric Price (on the phone): I’ll lend my cooperation in whatever way possible. Goodbye.
*Eric Price hangs up the phone now concerned over the magnified attention this is getting as he quickly leaves his table and the scene fades to black*
Scene IV: Rewriting The Past – 11:15 AM – The Marriott Hotel in Detroit, MI
*Eric Price is shown approaching the reception area in the lobby of his hotel. He frantically rings the bell for assistance.*
Hotel Attendant: Yes sir.
Eric Price: Hi, my name is Eric Price, I…
Hotel Attendant: Oh yes, you’re the man who saved that little girl.
Eric Price: Yes, can I talk to your security chief?
Hotel Attendant: Oh sure, anything for you Mr. Price.
Eric Price: Thank you so much.
*Eric waits patiently as the head of security walks up to him, a middle aged man, and introduces himself as Gordon Smith*
Gordon Smith: Pleasure to meet you Mr. Price.
Eric Price: The pleasure’s all mine Gordon. Can we perhaps talk in your office?
Gordon Smith: Sure.
*Eric and Gordon walk straight to his office and as Eric walks in, he shuts the door to the office as Gordon sits behind his desk, a medium sized wood desk with a leather chair behind the desk. Eric takes a seat in front of the desk in what appear to be waiting room chairs.*
Eric Price: Well…
Gordon Smith: So, what’d you need to speak to me about?
Eric Price: Well … I had a bit of a quandary for you.
Gordon Smith: Shoot.
Eric Price: I need to see the security tape of the main lobby from last night.
Gordon Smith: Why?
Eric Price: Apparently the girl I found intoxicated thinks that I hit her when she actually passed out on her own and I want to prove that to her. I mean, I know it’s a sad occasion but at the same time, I don’t want her thinking ill of me.
Gordon Smith: Makes sense, I’ll pull the footage for you.
Eric Price: Great, let’s get the tape.
Gordon Smith: Tape, you talking about VHS? Nah, we haven’t done that in years, it’s all digital now.
Eric Price: Oh, interesting.
*Eric now thinks to himself that if the footage is digital, it’s not a matter of just destroying a tape*
Gordon Smith: I do have to ask though, why does she think you hit her?
Eric Price: I have no idea, she was really drunk when I saw her so she probably was imagining God knows what.
Gordon Smith: All right, let’s go see.
*Eric and Gordon both get up and start walking towards the security room that monitors all the cameras. As they’re walking, Eric starts thinking about how to get rid of that footage.*
Eric Price: Hey Gordon, just a sec, gonna run into the restroom here.
*Eric steps into the restroom as Gordon waits outside and Eric quickly grabs his cell phone to place a phone call. He whispers quietly while talking while turning on the faucet to pretend he’s using the facilities.*
Eric Price (on the phone): Hey Francis, you know who it is.
*Francis Lobel is Eric Price’s lawyer*
Francis Lobel (on the phone): Yeah?
Eric Price (on the phone): You know what hotel I’m at, I want you to call in a gun threat in about 2 minutes in room 1704. Don’t ask me why, I’ll explain later, just do it!
Francis Lobel (on the phone): But they’ll trace it!
Eric Price (on the phone): You’re at my office, right?
Francis Lobel (on the phone): Yes, in LA.
Eric Price (on the phone): Use the blue phone I have on my desk, that is untraceable and if a trace is attempted, it’ll look like it came from Zimbabwe.
Francis Lobel (on the phone): But…
Eric Price (on the phone): I’m not asking you, do it! Or should I remind you of the things I know about you.
Francis Lobel (on the phone): Fine, fine…
Eric Price (on the phone): Thank you!
*Eric quickly hangs up the phone and flushes the toilet to keep up the façade that he used the facilities and washes his hands real quick and steps out*
Eric Price: Ah, better.
Gordon Smith: Let’s go, it’s actually this way.
*Eric and Gordon continue walking as Eric is now just waiting for the call to come through. They finally arrive at the security command center about 1 minute later where they both walk in and notice it’s at the moment lightly staffed*
Eric Price: Wow, I would have expected more people.
Gordon Smith: Well, most of them are patrolling the floors, we just keep a few here at the monitors.
Eric Price: Fair enough, let’s take a look at that footage.
Gordon Smith: Yes. I radioed it in while you were in the restroom so it should be ready to view here. Ah, there it is.
*Eric looks on one of the monitors where the footage starts playing and shows him coming into the hotel and the girl approaching him. As this happens however, an emergency call is received on the radio*
Radio: Code Silver Room 1704, Code Silver Room 1704, this is not a drill.
Gordon Smith: Silver? Oh shit, guys let’s go.
*Gordon grabs all the staff to go with him as Eric is left to watch the footage*
Eric Price: What about me?
Gordon Smith: Just stay here until an “All Clear” is received. You can watch the video, we’re going to deal with this issue immediately.
Eric Price: What’s happening?
Gordon Smith: Code Silver means someone with a weapon.
Eric Price: Damn, okay, I’ll stay here.
*All the security steps out as Eric is left by himself in this command room as he gives a big grin and quickly views the footage himself.*
Eric Price: Okay, let’s see here.
*Eric views the footage and notices that it shows the exchange he had in the early hours of the morning with Shirley. He also notices that is shows when he clenches his fist toward her but does not hit her. He also notices that it seems he’s getting angry at getting heckled but that the footage does not prove anything conclusive.*
Eric Price: Well, looks like her ravings are just the delusions of a drunkard, hahaha!!!
*Eric steps out of the room about two minutes later as he notices security coming back and an “all clear” has been called as nothing was found in room 1704, where the fake Code Silver was called*
Gordon Smith: Did you see the footage?
Eric Price: Yeah, clearly the poor girl was suffering from some delusions due to the alcohol. If she comes by, just show her the footage because she’ll probably be insistent, God knows she sounded so on the phone.
Gordon Smith: Fair enough, see you later Mr. Price.
Eric Price: See you.
*Eric walks away as Gordon looks puzzled as to the insistence of the girl*
Gordon Smith: Hmm…something’s off.
*Gordon shakes his head and walks off as the scene fades to black*
Scene V: Knowledge Is A Powerful Thing – 9 PM – Hilton Hotel in Chicago, IL
*Eric Price is shown unpacking his bags in the Hilton Hotel as he has since left Detroit and is now getting ready for Explosion. He has situated himself near the arena for Sunday but will be doing fan meet and greets and taking care of business. As he unpacks his suitcase, he receives a phone call on his cell phone…*
Eric Price (on the phone): Hello?
Voice (on the phone): Is this Eric Price?
Eric Price (on the phone): Who wants to know?
Voice (on the phone): You don’t know me but I know what you did.
Eric Price (on the phone): What are you talking about?
*The voice sounds deep and shrouded*
Voice (on the phone): Oh I know what you did and you’re going to pay for it.
Eric Price (on the phone): Is this a prank call? Is this you Twilight?
Voice (on the phone): No, this is someone who knows what you did last night or should I say early this morning.
Eric Price (on the phone): What do you mean?
Voice (on the phone): Very coy Mr. Price but I know what you did to that poor girl, knocking her out. She wasn’t drunk.
*Eric looks extremely pissed off at this point*
Eric Price (on the phone): Who the hell is this?
Voice (on the phone): I know you knocked her out. How’d you get the alcohol in her though? Did you force her to drink it to cover your tracks, is that it Mr. Price?
Eric Price (on the phone): Shut up!
Voice (on the phone): Playing her off as a troubled teen.
Eric Price (on the phone): Shut up!
Voice (on the phone): I bet you got some sick pleasure from punching her and knocking her out cold.
Eric Price (on the phone): I SAID SHUT UP!!!
Voice (on the phone): You’re in no position to make demands Mr. Price. You see, I have proof that you did all this and if you want that proof back, you’re going to need to follow my instructions and calm down.
Eric Price (on the phone): How do I know you have proof? You could just be bluffing.
Voice (on the phone): Would you take that risk?
*Eric thinks about it for a few seconds but gives in knowing he can’t risk the dent to his image as well as the fiasco this would cause*
Eric Price (on the phone): What do you want?
Voice (on the phone): Simple. Meet me in Highland Park near the boating beach to be specific. We can talk there. Tick-tock Mr. Price!
Eric Price (on the phone): Who the hell is this? *click*
*The call abruptly ends as Eric is now very concerned as to who is contacting him and who has evidence against him as the scene fades to black*
