One Last Stop

=Spectrum Arena=

=WWX House Show=

=6:00 PM=

=Philadelphia, PA=

 

[Cameras open up backstage at a WWX house show where there is an electric feeling in the air. With Fury nearing many of the independent wrestlers are excited to get in front of the Xistence faithful and try to win them over. The camera pans from side to side before settling in on a familiar figure, “Hollywood” Max Siegel is in attendance, sporting a black suit with matching black tie. Various independent wrestlers whistled to one another while the “Hollywood” makes his way through the crowd. Max continues to walk through the hallway before stopping in front of a black curtain; a calm look of confidence comes over Hollywood as he reached the curtain.]

 

Siegel: It’s time!

 

[The camera pans over to the Jumbo-tron where “Hollywood” Max Siegel appears, boos fill Spectrum Arena. Highlights of his previous matches begin to be shown on the Jumbo-tron as the boos from the crowd thicken. “Hollywood” begins to play throughout the arena and smoke begins to cover the entrance ramp.]

 

“WELCOME TO HOLLYWOOD!!!”

 

[The lights in Spectrum Arena dim and the chorus of boos stay steady; the highlights on the jumbo-tron consist of attacking Toro from behind and standing in front of the famous Hollywood sign.]

 

“So you wanna be a superstar?

Welcome to Hollywood!”

 

[Gold, green and purple strobe lights begin to pulsate at top of the entrance ramp.]

 

“Quick money, fly women, fast cars..

Welcome to Hollywood!”

 

[As “Hollywood” hits its guitar riff “Hollywood” Max Siegel makes his way out of the smoke to stand alone atop the entrance ramp. A gold spotlight shines on Siegel who is standing confidently with a microphone in his right hand.]

 

Fan in the crowd: YOU SUCK SIEGEL!

 

“Wide eyes, big dreams, living large..

Welcome to Hollywood!”

 

[“Hollywood” confidently strides down the entrance ramp soaking in the negative response from the crowd, as “Hollywood” reaches the ring steps he stands there looking at the ring apparently more focused than usual, as he puts his head down he slowly begins to raise his arms in the air, as his arm fully extends gold pyro shoots from all four ring posts and the lights come back on.]

 

“You changed your name; you don’t even look the same

Now you’re on top of the world, money, power, and fame.”

 

[“Hollywood” Max Siegel walks up the steel steps and steps over the second ring rope to enter the ring. He slowly walks around the ring staring at the fans; he casually walks over towards the corner turnbuckle and climbs the ropes standing on the second turnbuckle. Atop the second turnbuckle he raises his arms above his head and with this movement the crowd’s disapproval becomes louder than ever. Max paces around the ring before stopping at a ring turnbuckle; he jumps onto the top turnbuckle and sits on it.]

 

Siegel: First of all let me welcome each and every one of you to the Hollywood Hit List!

 

[The crowd boos at Siegel’s first words.]

 

Siegel: Now, now let’s play nice. I am allowing you all to be in my presence that alone should be worth the price of tonight’s admission.

 

***BOO!!!!***

 

Siegel: I’m out here to address a couple of items of business. First of all Gunnar Granderson’s girlfriend, Evelina…

 

[As Max mentions Evelina the fans begin to boo like crazy, some of the more unruly fans begin to throw garbage towards the ring. Max smiles at the response he has received from the crowd and begins pacing around the ring.]

 

Siegel: Hear me out first, hear me out.

 

[Max walks towards the ring ropes and steps out of the ring.]

 

Siegel: Let me grab a chair real quick.

 

[Max walks over to the ring barricade and pushes a fan out of the way; another unruly fan throws his beer at Max and hits “Hollywood” right in the face.]

 

Siegel: I’ll take this one.

 

[Max grabs a chair from a spectator and slides it into the ring quickly following the chair back into the ring. Now in the ring Max unfolds the chair and sits down in the chair, now comfortable Max brings his attention back to the crowd.]

 

***BOO!***

 

Siegel: First of all, thanks to the fan who gave me the rest of his beer.  Clearly he can’t afford the good stuff but just look at you losers, which one of you truly can?

 

***BOO!***

 

Siegel: Now where were we? Evelina, that’s it. Now I’ve received a lot of complaints from people for my recent comments. I’ve received complaints from the WWX front office, I’ve received complaints from my agent, yes I have agents but that’s we’ll talk about him at a later time, and I’ve received less than flattering words from the kind folks at PETA. And last I heard a former International Champion was less than thrilled with those comments.

 

[The fans get to their feet and erupt with cheers at the mention of the former WWX International Champion.]

 

***GUN-NAR! GUN-NAR!***

 

Siegel: Yes Gunnar Granderson, he is the man I’m talking about. But you see the thing is, those comments I made about Evelina they were all true statements. If Evelina comes near the ring she will be just another dumb b*tch who has been put in her place.

***SIEGEL SUCKS! SIEGEL SUCKS! SIEGEL SUCKS!***

 

Siegel: I don’t blame you for being envious of me I mean seriously, I live the life. I am the man you men want to be, and I am the man your women want to be with. But Evelina, while she might want to get up close and personal with yours truly, I’m sure she’ll be able to wait for my backstage in my locker room. Everyone loves celebrating with a winner and I’ve already heard from Evelina that she’s planning on waiting backstage to celebrate with me. Nobody likes a loser and Evelina is no different.

 

***BULL SH&T! BULL SH&T!***

 

[Max gets up from the chair and begins walking around the ring, after moments of pacing the squared circle, Max stops and looks around the arena, grinning from ear to ear Max takes in the fans displeasure.]

 

Siegel: LOOK AT YOU IDIOTS!

 

[Max begins laughing while taking in the silence from the crowd.]

 

Siegel: You are in the presence of GREATNESS! You should all feel honored to be in the same room as a man with such class, fame, and fortune. None of you, I said NONE OF YOU, will EVER be on the same level as ME!

 

***BOO!!!***

 

[The fans begin to voice their displeasure as “Hollywood” continues to put down the Philadelphia crowd.]

 

Siegel: That’s the one thing about Philadelphia, while it has tons of history, it sure does have a bunch of MORONS!

 

[The offended Philadelphia crowd continues to shower “Hollywood” with boos.]

 

Siegel: I mean seriously, you guys just gobble up everything guys like Gunnar Granderson says. Hell you guys think Apocalypse and Krimzon Blaze are good guys. Just think about that, what the hell is wrong with you people? Is it that easy to get you to buy a stupid t-shirt?

 

[Max begins to pace around the arena this time stopping at the turnbuckle, Max climbs the turnbuckle and sits on the third rope.]

 

Siegel: There’s something about wrestling fans that I’ll never understand. Wayne Gretzky, Michael Jordan, Derek Jeter, Tom Brady, these men are all viewed as icons and role models. These men have and will always sell jerseys for their respective sports. The fans of those sports don’t love them or hate them based on what they do away from their respective battle fields; instead it’s all about results. But with you idiots, it’s all about what wrestler tries to sell you the next magazine, video game or cheap t-shirt. You guys are ALL COMPLETE AND UTTER MORONS!

 

***BOO!!!***

 

Siegel: You see Wayne Gretzky dominated the NHL; he helped that sport expand to cities like Anaheim, Tampa Bay and Dallas. Michael Jordan revolutionized the NBA and is arguably the greatest man to ever play the game, those guys have questionable reputations outside of their sport, but they are STILL cheered and viewed as the greatest of their craft. But wrestling fans, you guys JUST DON’T GET IT. Gunnar Granderson hasn’t dominated the WWX, hell he hasn’t done ANYTHING THAT IMPRESSIVE! In fact most could say that he has been destroyed in recent weeks. Take a look at Darkness; he has been nothing but a disappointment for over a year now. Yours truly on the other hand, has been scheduled to appear on only one show and at that one show what did I do? I won the Triple A Championship and destroyed a man who loves to set things on fire.  But what do you people do? What do you do? You boo me, you f&cking boo me!

 

***YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK!***

 

[“Hollywood” becomes visibly angry with the insulting Philadelphia crowd. Max looks at the WWX crowd and takes a moment to smile.]

 

Siegel: I Suck? I clearly didn’t hear you correctly; because there’s no way that you could have said that I suck. 

[Max looks at the Jumbo-tron, admiring his looks. After moments of admiring himself in the Jumbo-tron he brings the microphone back to his mouth.]

 

Siegel: All of my money, all of my power, and all of my success, it has ALL BEEN EARNED. I can have anything I want in this world and it’s for no other reason than the simple fact that nobody can stop me from getting what I set my eyes on. I came to the WWX with the aspirations of becoming the IWA World Heavyweight Champion and I WILL MAKE THAT HAPPEN! I AM A STAR! A HOLLYWOOD STAR!

 

[Max chuckles into the microphone as the crowd continues to stare at him.]

 

Siegel: I GET WHAT I WANT! It’s that simple. I wanted to become a movie star, look what I did, I BECAME A MOVIE STAR! I wanted to become a WWX wrestler, look what happened, I BECAME A WRESTLER! On one night I was able to become a champion, it was that simple for me, imagine what I’m going to do at Fury when I get a chance to take on three other men hungry for the chance to call themselves number one contender. Gunnar Granderson, Lance Invictus and Darkness, just imagine what I’m going to do to them.

 

[The fans briefly cheer “Hollywood” as he mentions Gunnar Granderson and Darkness in the same sentence; those cheers quickly get drowned out by the fans boos.]

 

***CHEER!!!/BOO!!!***

 

Siegel: At Fury you will all be witnesses to history. I will be standing victorious as three other men are on the floor crippled in pain! Lance Invictus thinks he’s the lone rookie left in this tournament, but like my other opponents, it would appear that Lance forgot about me. I will make history when I win the match and advance to the Finals at Aftershock. 

 

[As “Hollywood” begins to play throughout the arena “Hollywood” Max Siegel drops the microphone and hops off of the turnbuckle. The fans continue to boo “Hollywood” as he steps out of the ring and slowly makes his way up the entrance ramp.]

 

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Outside Spectrum Arena

Inside a limousine

7:00 PM

Philadelphia, PA

 

[The door of the black limousine opens and “Hollywood” Max Siegel slowly ducks down and enters the limousine. As Siegel gets into the limousine he looks to the far end where two dark shadows can be seen.]

 

Siegel: You guys missed a good one.

 

???: Were they eating out of the palm of your hand?

 

Siegel: Those fans are so jealous of the life I live it’s sad. If this were the NBA I would be hailed as the companies savior, but the fans of the WWX they admire the underdog, the kid from nowhere. Blaine Evans is their type of guy, they like the kid from humble beginnings, the guy with nothing to lose.

 

???: So what’s the plan?

 

[“Hollywood” laughs as he knocks on the window that’s separating the back and front of the limousine.]

 

Siegel: The plan has never changed.

 

[The window slowly rolls down revealing the limousine driver.]

 

Siegel: Change of plans, take us to the airport.

 

[The limousine driver nods as the window dividing the two slides up.]

 

???: What’s going on?

 

Siegel: We’re heading to Louisiana. It’s time to make some people famous!

 

[End Scene]