Introductions

[Thomas Uriel Bates]

ACT I “Departure”
Golanv Enterprises, Chicago Airstrip – Chicago, Illinois – April 6th, 2015

Our scene opens to the private airstrip of Golanv Enterprises in Chicago, Illinois. A dozen cargo planes are on the strip and around the field. A smaller jet sits calmly in an open hanger. A crew works to prepare the jet for departure. Several loud Harley-Davidson Engines are heard for several moments, leading to the Dark Riders Gang to arrive. At the front of the column is the Harley-Davidson Heritage Softail of Thomas Uriel Bates, in the row just behind him, Connor on his Harley-Davidson Dyna Wide Glide, and Charlie on his Harley-Davidson Sportster Seventy-two. Behind the trio is Ian MacDonald’s Boom Lowrider Muscle Trike. Driving behind the trike is the Ford Econoline Cargo Van with Mikey eXtreme behind the wheel, and the Public Relations Manager riding shotgun. Bates leads the way for the group to park their bikes in a row inside the hanger. As soon as the van parks in the hanger, Freakshow emerge from the back. Mikey and The Manager follows behind, meeting up with Bates and crew as they begin their walk towards the private jet. Bates leads the way up the steps and into the plane, where he finds something different; a stranger sitting in one of the seats reading a pornography magazine and drinking beer.

Thomas Uriel Bates: Who the hell is this guy?

Charlie steps forward and looks at the stranger. A big smile comes over his face as the stranger looks up.

Stranger: It’s about time you fellows get here. I’ve been waiting for hours it seems like.

Thomas Uriel Bates: Tell me who you are, now.

Charlie looks over at Bates, then to the stranger.

Charles “Charlie” Anderson: Danny! How’s it going nephew?!

Bates looks shocked and turns towards Charlie. Behind Charlie we see Connor simply placing his hand on his forehead and shaking his head.

Thomas Uriel Bates: You know him?

Charles “Charlie” Anderson: Yea, that’s my brother’s kid, Danny. He’s smart as hell but finds himself on the wrong side of the law sometimes. I figured the DRG would be good for him and he’ll be good for the Club.

Bates sighs and looks towards Danny.

Thomas Uriel Bates: We can bring it to the table and vote on it.

Charles “Charlie” Anderson: Sounds good brother.

As Charlie and Danny begin to talk, with Connor listening in, Bates turns towards Mikey eXtreme.

Thomas Uriel Bates: Thanks for having Freakshow help with the luggage.

Mikey simply nods and finds himself a seat, muttering to some unseen force. Bates simply shakes his head and steps towards the door, looking over at Freakshow loading the last of the luggage. He tosses the bags into the plane as if he was tossing bodies. This was a strange individual, but was a bit of a curiosity. Bates smiles, nodding at the large and terrifying figure. He turns around, and watches as the rest of the group finds their seats. Ian sat with the public relations manager, or “Manny” as Charlie has begun calling him. Mikey sat by himself, until Connor walks over and sits with him. The two do not say a word, but Connor watches Mikey with amusement as he still continues to talk to this “Doc” person.

Bates finds his own seat by the window, which allows him to keep a watch on his club. The friendships formed all around, brought a smile upon his face. This is why he brought in the Dark Riders Gang, the brotherhood. A voice came over the speakers.

Voice: This is your Captain speaking. We will begin our departure for Anchorage, Alaska shortly. Before we begin, I would like to welcome all of you on board. I would like to especially welcome the soon to be W-C-F World Champion, Thomas Uriel Bates. Give ‘em hell Tommy.

The Club cheers loudly, as Bates simply lets out a laugh. Our scene here ends with a blond flight attendant walking out with a tray of alcohol. Bates grabs a bottle of Jack Daniels Whiskey and pops it open, holding it up as if to acknowledge the cheers.

ACT II “The Flight”
Golanv Enterprises Private Jet – Somewhere over Minneapolis, Minnesota – April 6th, 2015

Our scene opens up with the Dark Riders Gang sitting around the short table of the private jet. Thomas Uriel Bates sits at the head of the table, Charles “Charlie” Anderson is to his right. Konstantin “Connor” Noskov is to the left, and Mikey eXtreme sits next to Connor. Danny Anderson sits on the opposite side of the plane, watching and trying to listen in.

Thomas Uriel Bates: Boys, we have a decision to make. Will we patch in one Danny Anderson, or not? Danny is the nephew of Charlie, but has a bit of history with prison. Charlie feels that including Danny in the DRG will get him off the criminal path, and set him right. So; Yea or Nay?

Charles “Charlie” Anderson: Aye! Welcome nephew!

Charlie raises his fist in approval while looking towards his nephew as Konstantin “Connor” Noskov simply nods in approval.

Mikey eXtreme: Aye.

Mikey eXtreme also nods in approval.

Thomas Uriel Bates: Charlie gives me his assurance that he will keep Danny on the right path, and that’s good enough for me. Aye.

Bates bangs the gavel on the table, promoting Connor to stand up, and reach inside a saddlebag. Connor pulls out the three piece DRG Patch, and walks towards Danny. He hands it to him and smiles.

Bates smiles and looks over at Charlie.

Thomas Uriel Bates: Congratulations brother.

Bates and Charlie shake hands as Charlie stands and moves towards the back with Danny. Bates simply leans back still with the smile on his face. He watches as the rest of the group celebrates with the newest member. The flight attendant, a beautiful blond approaches and hands Bates a glass of Scotch.

Thomas Uriel Bates: Thank you.

Flight Attendant: So, I hear you have a World Title shot against Bobby Cairo.

Bates looks up to the beautiful attendant and smiles as he motions for her to sit in front of him.

Thomas Uriel Bates: Yes, I do have a shot for the W-C-F World Championship.

Flight Attendant: I’ve followed your career so far. We all have, and not just because of your uncle. Jim, the Captain, is a big time wrestling fan. He still has the autographed t-shirt of your father, Andre.

Bates nods, and drinks his Scotch.

Thomas Uriel Bates: So, you’ve followed my very short career. What do you think so far?

The flight attendant raises her eyebrows and smiles.

Flight Attendant: Well, you are quite the man. You also throw people around the ring like rag dolls. I know you’re big, but how do you do it?

Thomas Uriel Bates: I work out. Not with just conventional weights either. I’ve got a WCF Drone scheduled to follow me around later during my training. You’ll see how I do it then.

Flight Attendant: Are you in the least bit worried about facing Bobby Cairo? The man’s a legend.

Bates sits back in his chair and swirls his Scotch. He sips, and then places it down on the table, empty.

Thomas Uriel Bates: Of course I am. With the exception of two or three people, I have faced nothing but talented people in this promotion, and Bobby Cairo is the most talented one of them all. Fighting against Gemini, Joey, Jay, Zombie, it’s an amazing experience to be in the ring with them, and this will be like stepping in the ring with Andre the Giant during his undefeated streak. Sure, I’m bigger than Bobby, but as far as experience in the ring goes, I’m a midget fighting against a giant.

I’m not going to just lay down though. I’m going into this match and giving it all I have. Everything I have will be going into this match. I know Bobby’s going to be bringing his top game too. He’s got the W-C-F World Championship, and there’s a reason for that. He didn’t get it by just sitting around playing with himself. Well, yes he did, but that’s not the point.

The beautiful attendant looks taken back for a moment.

Thomas Uriel Bates: Sorry, I’ve been watching some of the Bobby Cairo videos. I always feel dirty afterwards. He is the champion though, and part of my job is finding out everything I can about a wrestler. In this case, it may be too much information, but you can’t un-see what has been seen.

Flight Attendant: So, how are you going to do it?

Thomas Uriel Bates: I’m going to come down to that ring this Sunday, and I’m going to beat the every-loving hell out of Bobby Cairo. When I’m done with him, every single citizen of Poon Guinea will feel the sting of his defeat. This won’t be like losing to Alex Richards, or having to pin Zombie McMorris to get that World Title, this will be far more embarrassing for him. To lose to someone, that I’m certain he barely even knows exists.

Babe, I’m not just some oversized punk that thinks all I’ve got to do is push my weight around and that’s all it will take to defeat the legend. I’ve got the striking and technical skills necessary to take this match as far as it can go. I’m as quick as I am strong too, so there’s no slow moving giant that Bobby gets to run circles around. I will catch him, and I will toss him from turnbuckle to turnbuckle in such a gruesome way that when they make a movie about this match, they’ll need to hire Quentin Tarantino as the director.

Flight Attendant: Do you really think they’ll make a movie about this?

Thomas Uriel Bates: No, not really. I mean, it could be featured in some feature film ideas. It could be something like the “Life and Times of Bobby Cairo”, or some film about my rise to fame. It could also be some gore movie about how we’re all just actually serial killers fooling the world into thinking we’re professional wrestlers. Not that we are, well, not that most of us are. Well, not that some of us are. Alright, let’s move on.

Flight Attendant: Um, yes, please.

Thomas Uriel Bates: Yea, the W-C-F is full of craziness. Almost everyone is rich enough to own their own little island nation, or have enough murders under their belt that the H.H. Holmes would blush. If that’s not good enough, we also have Time Travelers with us as well, though I have some doubt as to those stories.

Flight Attendant: What is wrong with you people?

Thomas Uriel Bates: Do you have a few days? It would take me far too long to explain what’s wrong with everyone here, so let’s just leave it at; we’re all crazy and the W-C-F may actually be a mental institution where one of us is having the delusion that we’re all professional wrestlers.

Flight Attendant: Okay. Well, I suppose it makes for interesting Television.

Bates smiles.

Thomas Uriel Bates: It sure does.

Flight Attendant: So, how long as this Bobby Cairo been the champion?

Thomas Uriel Bates: Since February of this year.

Flight Attendant: So, he’s held it for only a short time so far.

Thomas Uriel Bates: Yes.

Flight Attendant: He’s probably not going to let go of it easy, just having gotten it.

Thomas Uriel Bates: Oh, I don’t want him to make it easy. I want him to bring his best to this match. No fun in defeating someone who isn’t trying. No sport in it. Just like with Joey Flash, I want their absolute best. I want him to give more defending that belt, than he did taking it.

Flight Attendant: What if he beats you?

Thomas Uriel Bates: Then he beats me. I can rest comfortably knowing that I gave it my all, and that he did too. If he defeats me in that ring, it will be because I physically cannot move anymore. Cairo is going to have to damn near kill me, to get me to stop. I think he knows this, and I think he will do everything in his power to do it.

I will do the same. I know that Bobby’s got a lot in him too, and I know he won’t stop until he too can no longer move. I know that I will have to damn near kill him as well. I’m going into that ring knowing this already. There’s not going to be a part in this match where I think it’s just going to be some simple old match, or where we’re just putting on a show to put on a show. This is a match where one person is going to crawl out of that ring, and the other person is going to be carried away on a stretcher.

Flight Attendant: It sounds like it will be a brutal match.

Thomas Uriel Bates: It’s for the W-C-F World Championship, it deserves to be a hard fought and brutal match.

Flight Attendant: Yes, well, I’ve got to serve the lunch now.

Bates nods, and simply shakes his head as the beautiful woman stands up and walks away. He leans back in the chair, arms stretched across other seats. This scene comes to an end with Bates simply chuckling at the thought of match before him.

ACT III “Arrival”
Golanv Enterprises, Anchorage Airstrip – Anchorage, Alaska – April 6th, 2015

Our scene opens to the Golanv Enterprises, Anchorage Airstrip, just outside of Anchorage, Alaska. The private jet last seen leaving Chicago, Illinois has landed, and come to a complete stop just inside the hanger. The stars have been brought to the door, which soon opens. Stepping out first, is Thomas Uriel Bates. He walks down the steps, followed by Charles “Charlie” Anderson, Konstantin “Connor” Noskov, Mikey eXtreme, Danny Anderson, Ian MacDonald, and “Manny”, the public relations manager. As they walk down the steps, they each turn to see their luggage being pulled out of the plane and put into limousines. What takes everyone by surprise is the person with the baggage is none other than the one they left in Chicago, Freakshow.

Charles “Charlie” Anderson: What the fuck? Freakshow?

Bates simply shakes his head and looks at Mikey.

Thomas Uriel Bates: I have no idea how he does it, do you?

Mikey simply shakes his head. The public relations manager pushes his way to the front of the group, and holds out several envelopes. He looks towards Bates and addresses the group.

The Manager: These limousines will take you to wherever you want to go. We have four available, so some of us may have to share. I’ve also booked us a few rooms at the Anchorage Marriot Downtown. Everyone has their own private room this time. Due to Thomas getting a World Title Shot, both the W-C-F and Golanv Enterprises is doing everything to make us all comfortable this week. We also have made arrangements with Daniel’s Boxing Gym out on Fireweed Lane, we can all go there and train this week.

Ian MacDonald: That would be good, Connor, Charlie.

Connor simply nods.

The Manager: In addition, Seth has given me a W-C-F Credit Card in order to purchase enough food and drink for the whole group.

Bates nods, and turns towards the group.

Thomas Uriel Bates: Sounds like a lot of fun.

Charles “Charlie” Anderson: Indeed it does. Manny, how about we drive on over to the liquor store and get those drinks?

The Manager: I’m not so sure that’s what Seth meant.

Everyone turns towards the public relations manager. Bates places his hand on his shoulder and laughs.

Thomas Uriel Bates: This is Seth we’re talking about, of course that’s what he meant. Get me a few bottles of Scotch, Single Malt of course. If they don’t have anything good, get me some Jack. Make sure there are plenty of drinks for everyone else too. We’re going to have a big party tonight!

The Dark Riders Gang are all cheering, except for Club friend Freakshow, who has loaded the last of the luggage into the limousine and shuts the trunk, looking all too much like he has been throwing things in the trunk and slamming it shut all of his life. Bates shakes off the image, and returns to the crowd.

Thomas Uriel Bates: Connor, Charlie, Danny, ya’ll are going up against Adam Young and a couple of his cronies. I don’t think they’ll be much trouble for you, but can you do me a favor?

Charles “Charlie” Anderson: What’s that?

Thomas Uriel Bates: Kick their low-life asses, and take that flag away from them, they don’t deserve it. They have no idea what that flag means, and they have no idea what it means to be a Southerner.

Charles “Charlie” Anderson: Not a problem. We’ll wipe the floor with them. Then, we might have to mop the floor with actual soap and water, they are quite dirty.

Charlie looks towards Connor.

Charles “Charlie” Anderson: That’s right Connor, make sure you pick up some clothespins for our noses before the match.

Thomas Uriel Bates: Mikey, you’ve got a match against Jimmy Wicked and Q-Ball. I know you’re going to do good.

Charlie puts his arm around Mikey’s shoulder.

Charles “Charlie” Anderson: That’s right, you’re going to drop Jimmy like a wicked habit, and crush Q-Ball like an experienced Dominatrix.

As Mikey looks towards Charlie, Charlie looks towards Connor.

Charles “Charlie” Anderson: Oh, sorry, I mean; You got this.

Thomas Uriel Bates: Now, we don’t have our bikes with us, unless Freakshow brought them?

Freakshow simply shrugs.

Thomas Uriel Bates: That’s alright, we can all enjoy the heaters in the limos this week. I’ll take one, Connor, Charlie, Danny, y’all take another. Mikey, you and Freakshow can have one. Ian, the last one is yours.

The Manager: Who am I riding with?

Thomas Uriel Bates: That’s a good question. I’m going to let Connor answer that for you.

The public relations manager turns towards Connor with a confused look. Connor is simply flipping him the bird, leaving “Manny” with no ride.

Thomas Uriel Bates: Alright, we have a couple of days before the event, we all got things to do. Tonight, we’re going to throw a big party, but after that; we’re all going to work.

The crew cheers again as the screen begins to fade out.

ACT IV “Introductions”
Anchorage Marriott Downtown – Anchorage, Alaska – April 7th, 2015

The scene opens to a nice hotel room at the Anchorage Marriott Downtown. Sitting alone in a chair in the room, we find Thomas Uriel Bates. He wears black dress pants, a black buttoned up shirt, and is smoking a Churchwarden Pipe. The camera stays focused on Bates as he smokes from the pipe and stares into the camera. He stays silent for a moment, only smoking the pipe and looking deep into the camera. He is calm, he is relaxed, and he is focused.

Thomas Uriel Bates: Hello, Bobby. My name is Thomas Uriel Bates. You may not have heard much about me to be honest. I’m the man that’s going to take that gold belt from around your waist and throw it over my shoulder come Sunday.

So who am I? Who do I think I am, coming in and challenging the Wrestling Championship Federation’s World Champion in my sixth match as part of this promotion? Am I some great wrestler from a rival promotion? Am I some legend coming out of retirement to reclaim something that I never truly lost? No, Mister Cairo, I’m not. So, we go back to the original question, who am I?

Is it my legacy that brought me to you? Am I receiving a shot at such a prestigious title, only because of my family’s involvement with this industry? Is it simply my name that brought me here? No, Mister Cairo, that isn’t it there.

Do I own my own island nation? No, I do not. Did I steal a time machine and travel across all of space and time to manipulate my way into this position? No, not unless my pocket watch holds my Time Lord Consciousness.

So who the fuck am I? I’m not the Godfather of Professional Wrestling. I’m not some half man half machine either. I’m not the Omega Man, I’m not the Archduke of Mass Confusion, and I’m not the coming ICE Age. No, Bobby; I’m Thomas Uriel Bates, and you will remember that name for as long as you shall live. You will forever speak that name in a whisper; half terrified, half in awe.

At the Sullivan Arena in Anchorage, Alaska, the two of us will enter that ring. Everything that got us there, everything, will go out the window. That’s not to say that our past accomplishments are nothing, but at that exact moment in time, it won’t matter. All that will matter is the carnage that we will bring, the destruction that will reign down at the Sullivan Arena and all over Anchorage, Alaska. When the fans leave that arena Sunday night, they will forever remember what took place. It will be etched in their minds, carved into the back of their eyelids forever. They will wake up in the middle of the night both terrified and excited of the memory we will plant into their minds. Bobby, we will make history.

They will see two men step into that ring and beat the ever-loving hell out of each other. They will see as the Godfather of Professional Wrestling meets with the Impassable Mountain, and they will see more destruction than they have ever seen before. They will get their money’s worth, that can be assured.

Bobby, I don’t want you to think I’m some Grime wannabe who thinks that no one can ever beat me. I don’t want you to think that I believe this will be a cakewalk either. You are the W-C-F World Champion, and that does mean something. I mean, you didn’t pin the former champion for the title, you beat someone else, but still, you are the World Champion. You did beat Victor Taylor for that belt a few years back. You also held the Television Championship at one point, and the Tag Team Championship a couple of times. You are in the W-C-F Hall of Fame for crying out loud Bobby, I know who you are. I know what you’re bringing to that ring.

That’s what I want Bobby. I want you to bring your top game to the ring; I want you at your very best. The great and legendary Bobby Cairo, W-C-F World Champion, that’s who I want to face. I want you at your best. I want you at your thickest. I know you will do it too, I know you will bring it to the ring. You will bring everything, and I will bring everything. When we collide in that ring we will send shockwaves through-out the Universe!

From day one, I said I wanted to go for the W-C-F World Championship once management thought I was ready. I then set out on a path of destruction. I sent bodies flying through the arena. I’ve sent opponents to the hospital and to an early retirement. I fought hard in a match deemed too brutal for the United Socialist States Government that they had to edit it before allowing us to air it. I made a promise last week Bobby, that I would begin to demolish every single champion in my way to your gold, and what does Seth do Bobby? He doesn’t book me in some mid-card match, he doesn’t bump me to the bottom of the show, instead he put me in the main event against you for that gold. He didn’t want to see me destroy all of his champions, so he threw you under the bus.

Maybe it was me he was throwing under the bus. Maybe Seth felt that if I wanted that gold so much, that I would destroy all of his other champions, then maybe sending me to you early on would put an end to that. If so, then that was a big mistake. You see Bobby, I want that gold, and I will have it; If not this Sunday, then maybe the Sunday after, or the Sunday after that. Anyone that stands in my way, doesn’t matter if I love them or hate them, I will destroy them. Bobby, you are now the one in my way.

So that’s who I am, Bobby. I am Thomas Uriel Bates, and I’m going to kick your ass and take your gold.

Our scene ends with the camera simply fading to black while Bates continues to smoke, and stare straight into the soul of Bobby Cairo.

ACT V “Dinner with the Family”
Orso Restaurant – Anchorage, Alaska

This isn’t supposed to be a scene. However, since the last incident with a WCF Cameraman, Seth has apparently hired Drones and “Hidden” cameras. This camera is hidden in some form of bag, most likely a purse, as we can see what might be red lipstick covering up the lower right corner of the screen. The camera seems fixed on one particular table, where we can see a man with jet black hair in a nice expensive charcoal suit sitting down with his back to the camera, a glass of red wine in his hand. On the opposite side of the table, we see Thomas Uriel Bates, also dressed in a nice black suit. To Bates’ right we see a much larger man, Andre Uriel Bates, wearing a navy blue suit. To the opposite of Andre, we see a beautiful Asian woman with an equally beautiful slim fitted cream coloured dress. She wears her long black silk hair down, the bangs tucked behind her ear. Large diamond filled silver earrings dangle from her ear. Their food has already been served, and they are each eating at their own pace. They are laughing from a previous joke, not caught by the WCF Hidden Camera.

Andre Uriel Bates: So, this guy is the President of his own country?

Thomas Uriel Bates: No, not from what I gather. He’s the Governor.

Unnamed Woman: Governor?

Unnamed Man: Too many Presidents and Prime Ministers in the world today, one may simply wish to make himself, and his country, stand out amongst the crowd.

Thomas Uriel Bates: Stand out he has. In addition to being the Governor of Poon Guinea, he is the W-C-F World Champion, Hall of Famer, and apparently at one time Mayor of New York City.

Andre Uriel Bates: Mayor of New York City? Unless your name is Rudolph Giuliani, that’s not helpful on a resume. What do you think, Alex?

The unnamed man turns his head to look at Andre, revealing himself to be Alexander James, president of Golanv Enterprises and legendary professional wrestler as “The Crow” Eric Draven.

Alexander James: There are worse things to be, such as Governor of New Jersey, or a community organizer. I want to know though, Tommy; what are you going to do to beat him?

Thomas Bates leans back in his chair, now finished with his steak.

Thomas Uriel Bates: I’m going to do what I’ve done since day one here. I’m going to study his previous matches, I’m going to watch his previous promotional videos, I’m going to hit the gym and train as hard as I can, and come Sunday I’m going to head to that ring and kick his ass.

Thomas Bates looks to the woman, and lowers his eyes.

Thomas Uriel Bates: Sorry, mom.

The woman now revealed as Elizabeth James-Bates, simply smiles.

Elizabeth James-Bates: That’s alright, kick his ass.

Andre Uriel Bates: It’s not going to be that simple, Tommy.

Thomas Uriel Bates: What do you mean?

Andre Uriel Bates: Look, you’ve pushed yourself as far as you can go in the gym. Not every gym is going to have the proper amount of weights for you, and you’re not going to be able to transport all the proper weights. You need to be able to punch this guy, and knock him clean into next week. You’re not going to do that with your muscles getting used to basic workouts.

Thomas Uriel Bates: What do you suggest?

Andre Uriel Bates: You’ve got to go to the wild. Lift boulders, uproot trees and carry them, train in the old way.

Alexander James: It will also help to clear your mind, and better prepare you for the upcoming battle. Tommy, you’re in the greatest match of your career so far. This isn’t the minor leagues either, this isn’t some unknown independent promotion struggling day by day, this is the W-C-F, the best of the best, and Bobby Cairo is at the top of that latter. He’s trying to figure out who you are, but you need to be doing the same.

Thomas Uriel Bates: Finding out who he is?

Alexander James: No, finding out who you are. Who is Thomas Uriel Bates?

Thomas Bates leans forward, placing his elbow on the table.

Thomas Uriel Bates: Alright, and how do I do that?

Andre smiles as he leans back.

Andre Uriel Bates: You want to make some noise here? You want to shake the world? About a hundred miles southwest of here is a volcano, it’s located on National Park Service land. I recommend that you head up there this week and begin training.

Alexander James: Seclude yourself from all the distractions. Train your body and mind, and prepare for the challenge ahead. You can do this, I know it.

Thomas Uriel Bates: Alright, I’ll charter a flight up there, and I’ll start getting ready for this fight. Bobby won’t know what hit him.

Our scene comes to an abrupt end with Thomas noticing the lights coming from the purse. As he investigates, the purse is shut quickly, and movement can be heard. The WCF Hidden Camera, discovered, makes its escape. It leaves behind Thomas Uriel Bates and family, still discussing his upcoming World Championship Title Match.