SD#5 3-Way- P. Hardy vs. T. Raven vs. B. Davids

[Franky Higgs]

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[Trent Raven]

The camera cuts in on a dark locker room. A strong breathing noise is heard at regular intervals as the theme from Halloween plays in the background. The camera pans around the room and it is seemingly deserted. Suddenly the door bursts open and a voice booms through the locker room.

Voice: We're here, and we brought beer to celebrate!

Another voice is heard next

Voice #2: Dangit, Junior, get the damn lights you retard.

Junior: Hey, Trent, what's with the lights being off. Are you meditatin again or somethin?

A light switch is flicked on and off repetedly.

Junior: Dangit, Carl Wayne, they forgot to pay their damn bills. I bet there's no water either.

At that comment, a shower pops on. The two look at each other. Junior shrugs and heads toward the shower, but Carl Wayne stops him and motions to be quiet and get down. They sneak over into the showers, which has a low, flickering light on. Suddenly, you can see the two leaving vapor with every breath.

Junior: whispering Dangit, it's damn cold in here.

Carl Wayne: whispering Shut up Junior, somethings going on.

The two of them creep around the last row of lockers and look into the shower room. Every shower is on, but no one is in there.

Junior: whispering I don't like this.

Carl Wayne: whispering I don't either. At least they paid their water. Wait a minute. The power should be paid too if it's so cold in here.

Suddenly a beautiful woman walks out in the middle of the showers. Because of the mist, only her form could be made out. She is very shapely and voluptious. She has an hourshaped figure and as she turns slowly to look toward them The camera spins to look behind them.

Junior: We did come into the right dressing room, right?

Carl Wayne nods, staring at the beautiful silhouette in front of him.

Junior: Do you reckon this in one of them groupies?

Omega seems to get angry at this remark.

Carl Wayne: I don't know, but I'm about to go and warm her up.

Omega has hit his tolerance level, at this he moves in.

Omega: Did you know it is not a wise decision to fantacise about other people's significant others?

Junior: What do you care, we ain't hurtin no one. I didn't know we had one of them goodie two shoes here in RCW. Why I think I might just stomp a mud hole in you buddy...as he turns, his voice trembles...Carl Wayne, it's that creepy guy again.

Omega: Didn't I tell you to shut up when I am talking? Didn't I say my NAME is OMEGA?!?

Omega picks up a chair and pummels Junior, but Carl Wayne turns to run. He runs toward the showers. He stops cold as the camera cuts to a shot of his soaked face, a look of complete terror comes over him and his pupils dilate.

Carl Wayne: I seen your picture, but he said you was dea...

Carl Wayne falls to the floor with a flop, fainting. The woman plants a baggy full of pills in his hand. The camera cuts back to Omega, who is planting the chair in Junior's hands. He looks toward the showers and sees the woman wrapped in a towel.

Omega: Hello, Akasha.

With that, the camera cuts to black.

[Trent Raven]

Camera cuts to the locker room. Junior is still unconscious lying against the wall. Trent Raven walks into the room carrying 4 pizzas and drops them on a bench as he runs over to Junior.

Trent Raven: Junior, what the hell happened? Junior, wake up man! Trent Raven begins slapping Junior in the face lightly Hey, hey!

As Junior begins to rouse, a moan is heard from the showers. For the first time, he notices that the water is still running. He dashes for the showers and sees Carl Wayne getting up, rubbing the back of his head

Trent Raven: What the hell? Who did this to you guys?

Trent starts turning off all the showers as Junior enters the showers. Junior tends to Carl Wayne as Trent finishes with the showers.

Junior: That's strange.

Trent Raven: What is?

Junior: It was so cold in here earlier, we could see our breaths, right Carl Wayne?

Carl Wayne is awake, but is white as a sheet and as pale as a horse. He opens his mouth, but only squeaks come out.

Junior: Carl Wayne, are you okay? What did that monster do to you? Carl Wayne? Don't you slip from me too Carl Wayne, you're all I got, and I ain't quittin' you.

Trent walks back over to Junior and Carl Wayne. Upon seeing Trent Raven, Carl Wayne's eyes bulge and his pupils dilate. He says something inaudible under his breath.

Trent Raven: What was that? I think he tried to say something.

Junior: Go ahead buddy, say it, that monster is nowhere around now.

Carl Wayne tries to speak again, but it is a whispered tone which is completely inaudible.

Trent Raven: Man, you're safe now. Just say whatever it is you gotta say!

Carl Wayne opens his mouth one more time and screams at the top of his lungs.

Carl Wayne: AKASHA!!!

Trent stops cold and stares at Carl Wayne. A darkness wells in his eyes and they begin to twitch. He grits and gnashes his teeth and he jaw muscles tighten. There is a burning in his very soul.

Trent Raven: I told you guys the last time we talked to never mention her name again. She is dead now and will not return. I spent many years searching for her, but now she is lost to me, so I do not care to remember her. Please, for your safety, do not ever mention her name again.

Carl Wayne: gasping for breath between words Akasha...is...not...dead...I...saw...her.

Junior: I ain't never seen him like this. I reckon he's tellin the truth.

Trent Raven: Then he saw a ghost. She's not alive. I'm telling you I attended her funeral and that was the last I ever saw her. She's dead, and I choose to honor her memory by not contaminating it with my poisoned life. My choices taint the way I see things. I am blinded by my own indiscretions. I cannot remember her the way she truly was, so I choose to forget. Now please just let it go.

Junior: Say man, I think you oughtta hear him out. If he thinks he saw her, she may well be alive. Wouldn't it be worth it to you to find out? I mean, why else would she be here but to find you. Even if she is only a ghost, she may have a message for you.

Carl Wayne: Still shivering S..s..till, sh..sh..e c..c..could have been here t..t..o see Om...om...ega.

Trent Raven: Who is this Omega?

Junior: I know he comes around when you aren't here.

Carl Wayne: Junior! I t..told y..you not t..to m..m..ention th..that.

Trent Raven: What, like he's stalking me, and attacks you two when I leave? Yeah, right. I know I heard the voice before, and I know he must be real, but come on, I find it hard to believe that there is someone stalking you. I think you got beat down by some softies and you don't want anyone else here to know about it, least of all me.

Junior: his voice escalating with every word Dammit, that's it. I tried to keep it a secret but I can't. I just can't. Now screaming directly into Trent's face IT'S YOU, YOU IDIOT! YOU ARE OMEGA. YOU SPEAK IN A DARK VOICE, AND YOU KICK OUR BUTTS. I AM SICK OF IT. I DON'T KNOW IF YOU HAVE MENTAL ISSUES OR WHAT, he calms down, takes a breath and speaks very low now but I can't take it anymore.

Carl Wayne: That was stupid.

He turns to look at Trent, who sits down on the floor, his back against a bench and buries his head in his hands. The other two are taken back at this display of emotion. They look at him as if they are seeing their own father cry for the first time. A look of utter disbelief and fear.

Carl Wayne: Do you want us to leave?

Trent shakes his head no. Carl Wayne moves to sit next to him when someone bursts into the locker room. They run to the showers and stops. It is one of the RCW crew members.

RCW Crew Member: Carl Wayne, Junior, AJ and Franky want to see you in AJ's office, immediately.

Trent looks up, tears streaming down his face and the RCW crew member stares at him, confused. Trent nods toward the door, and the crew member shrugs and walks out of the locker room. After a long silence, Junior speaks

Junior: Well, I guess we'd better be goin. You gonna be okay?

Trent Raven: sniffles and wipes his face with his forarm Yeah, I'll be fine. You two go. When you get back, we'll have that celebration. Nothing like cold pizza and warm beer.

The three laugh more to break the tension than at what Trent said. Junior and Carl Wayne both head for the door, and Junior comes back and hugs Trent, who looks completely stunned. His eyes gloss over again, and a fire churns inside. His face contorts to anger as he gingerly folds his arms around Junior. As Junior backs away, Trent's face normalizes into it's stoic form.

Junior: You know I was just scared when I said that stuff about you, right? I mean we'll honor your wishes and all, won't speak about Ak...I mean your ex. I really do love you man.

Trent Raven: You two better be going. AJ can seem like a pushover at times, but you don't want to keep him waiting.

With that, Junior and Carl Wayne leave and as the door closes slowly, when it finally shuts with a thud, the camera cuts to black

[Trent Raven]

The camera cuts in on the locker room where Trent is setting up an ice chest filled with ice in one corner of the room. He starts placing the beer into the ice from the two six packs that White Trash brought in the last segment. He sees some movement out of the corner of his eye, and stops cold. He stands up and walks toward the showers. When the camera moves in behind him, nothing is there. He continues to look around, and moves deeper into the shower area where he sees a female sitting on a bench alone. He moves towards her, and as he does, he goes as white as a sheet.

Trent Raven: You! It can't be! I was at your funeral! You, I mean, I...uh, am I dreaming?

Akasha Raven: No, dear, it's me. I'm not as dead as I'm sure you would like for me to be. You see, when you started losing matches, you started using steroids. When that happened, you started hitting me. I was afraid for my life. Then, one night, you damn near beat me to death as our newborn daughter laid in the next room sleeping. I was rushed to the hospital, where I was put on life support.

Trent Raven: I don't, I mean I can't have done that. I love you.

Akasha Raven: Yes, and I bore those love scars the whole visit in the hospital. I was there for 3 months. They would put me on life support, and I would improve, they would take it off, and I would deteriorate. I was just wishing they would end it all when you showed up.

Trent looks up at her, completely confused.

Trent Raven: I never even knew you were in the hospital. You must be mistaken.

Akasha Raven: Yes, I thought the same thing at first. When I first remember hearing your voice, I wanted to strangle you. I tried as hard as I could, but my body would not move. You came back several times, but each time, I would not be able to move. The last time you visited, I reached up and grabbed your shirt, but the doctors told you it was an involuntary reaction to the sound, and that I would be nothing more than a vegetable. I was not a vegetable Trent Raven. I was fully coherent and heard every word you said to me. You said some pretty hateful and spiteful things. I hated you. I wanted to kill you. Apparantly, you felt the same way about me. You told the doctors to take me off of life support. You claimed that you couldn't stand to see me suffer. You had that conversation in my room in front of me! My parents went to court to terminate your ability to determine whether I live or die, and since you didn't even have the decency to show up, they won that right.

Trent Raven: That can't be true. Did your parents tell you that? You know they always hated me.

Akasha Raven: True, and I took that into account too. Then I talked to the staff at the hospital and they backed my parents' story up. They showed me surveillance tapes of you visiting me and leaving completely disgusted. Then, the day I grabbed your shirt, you completely destroyed my hospital room, trashing every bouquet of flowers I was given, and crushed the TV. Then you went and destroyed the nurses station before being escorted out of the hospital. The security guards said they let you go because they knew you had to be under extreme stress. I say they should have locked you up and never let you go.

At this, Trent begins to weep.

Trent Raven: I don't know what is happened to me Akasha, I am not the man you married.

Akasha Raven: You're damn right you're aren't. You hit me like a coward, then you keep me catatonic and watch me like a sick predator stalking his prey, and now you have the audacity to cry in my presence like you really have any remorse for what you have done. I will drive this miserable existance from you if it is the last thing I do. Trent, remember our vows? In sickness and in health. Well, you're sick, but no doctor can heal you.

Trent Raven: looks up with tear soaked eyes What can? Love? Patience? Understanding?

Akasha Raven: No, this!

With that, Akasha kicks a lead beam holding the bench out from under it and picks it up with one motion. Trent swings to grab her, but she swings with the beam, connecting with his knee. As Trent falls to the floor, Akasha nails him over the head with the lead beam. The camera gets very fuzzy.

Akasha Raven: Goodnight my love. Trust me, I just made worse into better, sickness into health, and hopefully, poorer into richer.

The camera cuts to black and waits for 2 seconds before flashing back on, again fuzzy. The only visible thing is a white ceiling. As it moves up, we see Trent's hands and his knees beneath them. Trent looks up and sees Akasha sitting patiently on the floor in front of him.

Akasha Raven: How do you feel, sweetheart?

Trent Raven: In the voice of Omega Like a million bucks.

Akasha Raven: In that case, we got work to do.

Akasha and Omega both laugh as the camera fades to black.

[Trent Raven]

The camera fades in from black as Junior and Carl Wayne are seen walking down a hallway.

Junior: I wonder what the hell AJ wants with us. I mean, we didn't do nothing but get beat down by Omega every time we turn around.

Carl Wayne: Listen Junior, don't say nothin when we get in there. Let me do the talking.

Junior: How come you don't never let me talk Carl Wayne? Are you afraid I'm gonna say somethin stupid? You know that's why I whupped my parents when I was in high school don't ya?

Carl Wayne: You whupped them? I can remember your daddy twistin your titties and you screaming my name. I had to take a barbedwire baseball bat to your old man. Of course, I would have taken that bat to you if you had hit your mom like that again, that was very much a p**sy move for you man.

Junior: Are you callin' me a p**sy? Are you lookin' for a fight Carl Wayne?

Carl Wayne: Actually, I am. I'd like to see some action here in the RCW. I'm tired of hanging out and helping Trent Raven train.

Junior: Tell me something. Did you really see Akasha, or were you just pulling Trent's chain.

Carl Wayne: I thought we were dropping this issue.

Junior: Yeah, but I thought that was only when Trent Raven was around.

Carl Wayne: Well, in that case, yes, I really do believe that I saw Trent's dead wife. She was standing inches from my face.

Junior: What did she look like? Was she pretty? Did she have big hooters?

Carl Wayne: Why, would your wife want to employ a ghost at the cabaret? She was absolutely gorgeous and about a 36C.

Junior: That's pretty good. Tell me Carl Wayne, did you wanna kiss her?

Carl Wayne: What're you, in third grade? No, I was too busy p**sing myself. Remember, she's a ghost.

Junior: I wonder what it's like to make love to a ghost.

Carl Wayne: You ain't never seen GhostBusters? You'd be showering for days to get all the slime off of you. You know that movie was based on a true story.

Junior: Na uh, that was fiction, you dumb a**. That movie Ghost was actually a true story. You remember that Patrick Swayze possessed Whoopi Golberg and made love to Demi Moore. I wish I could die and inhabit some hot chick's body and make love to my wife. That would be hot.

Carl Wayne: You think Whoopi Golberg is hot? Damn, Omega hit you harder than I thought with that chair.

Suddenly, Junior stops and looks around. He looks to Carl Wayne

Junior: I think we're lost.

Carl Wayne: Why do you say that?

Junior: pointing to a weight room nearby We walked by that weight room three times now.

Suddenly, a nasty looking man walks up. He has a 5 o'clock shadow and scraggly greasy hair. His clothes are tattered and he is carrying a 5th of Jim Beam which is only 1/4 full. He stops to look at Junior, then belches in his face.

Junior: Damn, man, how much whiskey have you drank? I could light your breath on fire if I had a match.

Man: Did you say you were lost, my good man?

Junior: Yeah, you don't know where AJ's office is do you?

Man: Well, I saw a door with AJ on it. It is up ahead, around the corner.

Junior: Thanks man, come on Carl Wayne.

The two of them walk up around the corner, then we see arms and legs flying back around that corner. A man dressed in a white pinstripe suit with bleached hair, and a woman with an hourglass figure dressed in a sleek black dress that hugs her curves are then seen carrying Junior and Carl Wayne out through a door off the first hall. The camera cuts outside.

Omega: You've been working out dear. I would never have thought you could lift that tub of lard.

Akasha Raven: You always did underestimate me.

Omega: Where'd you park?

Akasha Raven: Right over here, by the dumpsters, like you asked.

Omega: That's why I love you. You always do things exactly the way I want you to.

Akasha Raven: Always happy to serve a real man, not that pansy Trent.

Omega: Never fear, my dear. He will change, for the better. I will be sure of it. He will defeat me eventually, but not until he is just like me.

Akasha Raven: I can't wait. I miss the times we shared creating havoc in the other organizations we were with.

They get to the dumpsters and drag the men up to the trunk of a Buick Regal. Akasha opens the trunk and instead of putting the men in there, she grabs 4 padlocks. Omega, meanwhile is lifting the men and throwing them into the dumpster. Akasha locks the doors with the padlocks and shuts the trunk. The pair head back inside where the man is still standing, staring a drunken stare in their direction. He notices Omega and Akasha.

Man: Trent Raven!? Is that you? How the hell are you? I haven't seen you in ages. Hey man, I got your message, let's go get those drinks.

Akasha Raven: Giving Omega a disapproving look You invitied this drunkard? What purpose does he serve in Trent's rehabilitation?

Man: Looks at Akasha, confused Akasha? Trent told me you were dead. You sure do look nice. Why did you call me a drunkard? Trent's rehab? Did Trent get mixed up in alcohol? It's a horrible thing to get caught up in.

The man polishes off the last of the Jim Beam he is holding and drops the bottle, pulling a flask out of his hip pocket, he resumes drinking.

Omega: No, Trent called him when I was away. He serves no purp... Omega stops and thinks for a second. Wait a minute, he may yet serve a purpose. Let's keep an eye on him, for safe keeping, and we'll reveal to Trent at the show that his old friend has reappeared.

Akasha Raven: Sounds promising. You're so hot when you handle events as they come.

Akasha walks over and rubs her curves on Omega, who looks to enjoy it. Suddenly, and without warning, he lands a haymaker which knocks out the man. Omega then bends and picks him up.

Omega: Sorry, Warlock, but it's for Trent's own good. Does him no good to get drunk before his match.

Akasha Raven: In that case, we ought to dump that beer in the locker room as well.

Omega: Great idea, dear. I love how you always get the details I miss.

Akasha Raven: We always were a great team.

The two of them laugh as they walk away, and the camera fades to black.

[The Davids Brothers]

^{A yellow taxi pulls up on the curb in front of a night club. Two bald men, each looking as if they could be in the secret service walk up to the taxi. One of the bald men continues walking forward and opens the door for whoever inhabits the taxi. Then, The Davids Brothers step out, trench coats and all.}

Bald Man #1: Welcome Adam, Brock. Josef will be quite suprised that you showed up.



Adam: Don't think I am here to apologize for anything. My brother and I just came here for some business.

Bald Man #1: Understood. So, shall we go inside?

Adam: Yes. I wish to get this over with as quickly as possible.

^{The four men walk up the emty sidewalk to the entrance of the club. Once they reach the doors, the two bald men open the doors and hold them open for the Trench Coat Mafia. As the duo continues their way through the club, they can't help but notice how empty it is. Adam turns to his brother and whispers to him.}

Adam: He's not even trying to make it look as though this is a legit nightclub. I guess he is just content with it looking exactly as what it is, a haven for illegal activites.

<sup>The brothers continue walking towards the only table in the whole place that has any occupants. Once the duo has almost arrived at the table, all of the men leave, save for a balding man in a white tank top.



Adam turns back to notice that the two bald men are guarding the door, as if to prevent the Davids from exiting this place. Reluctantly, the two brothers sit at the table, across from the man known as Josef.</sup>

Josef: Why so paranoid, Adam? Don't you trust me?

^{Josef says in a russian accent, followed by a laugh.}

Josef: Don't worry, Adam. If I was going to have you beaten up or harmed like you deserve, I wouldn't have waited for you to sit down.

Adam: Ah Josef, I did miss your loving nature. Let's stop with the pleasantries and get down to business. Did you get what I asked for?

Josef: Do you have the money?

^{Adam pulls a wad of green bills out of his pocket and tosses it to the middle of the desk. Joesf picks up the stack and examines it before continuing.}

Josef: You actually brought the right amount this time, Adam. I am thoroughly impressed.

^{Adam looks around, still paranoid.}

Adam: Yeah well, where is the info?

^{Josef pulls out a manilla folder and opens it up in front of Adam. The manilla folder appears to contain an old newspaper and nothing else. Josef then reads the headline of the news paper to Adam, even though Adam could easily have read it himself.}

Josef: "Pitbull" Pete Hardy uses dogs to attack opponent.

^{Adam looks down at the newspaper with shock, as he continues to read the article.}

Adam: What source gave this to you?

Josef: Eh...you know I can't reveal my sources, Adam. I can however tell you that it came from some little town in the south a few years ago under much the same circumstances as the match your brother has gotten into. Pete was in a match where he could move up in the company, and he really wanted to win. He was facing a physically superior opponent and on a last ditch effort, he gave some command to the dogs and they attacked. That...

^{Josef says, pointing at a picture of a bloodied man on the newspaper.}

Josef: was the result of the attack.

^{Out of shock and wanting to believe that what he just read is not true, Adam asks the following question.}

Adam: How reliable is this source?

Josef: Eh...30-35% reliable. He has only failed me once or twice in the past.

Adam: 30%? F**k me! You expect me to take this as truth on just 30%?

Josef: Well, the newspaper does appear to be real.

Adam: There are so many ways one could fake a newspaper, or just edit one, even in the slightest.

Josef: Fine, don't take my word for it. But do you really want to take the chance of having Brock end up like that?

^{Josef points at the picture on the newspaper again. Adam sits, staring down at the picture, contemplating whether he should believe this to be true or not.}

Adam: No...but how do you suppose we train against dogs? We don't have any mutts to toss around.

Josef: I know where we can get a dog.

^{Josef smiles after his remark. Adam sits, probably thinking over all the information he had just recieved, ending with the ridiculous notion that they should go get some random dog to train with. Almost as if to change the subject, Davids asks this question.}

Adam: What about Trent Raven and his two followers? Do you have any info on them?

Josef: Stop trying to change the subject Adam. You and I both know that Trent Raven is no threat to your brother, but this Pitbull guy. He could be very dangerous. So what is your choice? Are you going to worry about that nobody Trent Raven or are you going to worry about a real threat.

Adam: I guess we'll train for Pitbull and those dogs of his. But where exactly is this dog at?

Josef: You let me worry about that. Are you ready to go?

Adam: I guess. This whole notion of us training against dogs instead of our opponents still seems ridiculous.

Josef: It won't after the match when you realize what that Pete Hardy had up his sleeves.

^{The three sitting down at the table stand up and begin walking to the door. The two bald men at the exit open the doors for TCM and close the doors once they have exited.}

Bald Man #2: What's the plan?

Josef: I don't exactly know yet, but everything certainly has stayed the same with those two. They pretty much follow me blindly with little questioning, just as they have always done. All I really had to do was play off of their paranoia.

Bald Man #1: Why do you need to mess with them anyway?

Josef: It's simple. I have placed a rather large bet on Mister Trent Raven and I am just looking to protect my investment by confusing and misleading the duo that bring shame to the name "Mafia". Besides, messing with those two a**holes is a good way to spend my Saturday.

Bald Man #1: So what you told them wasn't true?

Josef: Hell if I know, but make sure to remind me to thank that nice newspaper editor for making that article for me, will you?

^{The three men laugh and then they each exit the night club, joining the Trench Coat Mafia out front. The five men then walk out of view and the camera slowly fades to black.}

[Trent Raven]

The camera fades in slowly on a group setting. We see various ladies and gentlemen sitting in a circle in folding chairs. The camera pans around the room to see Trent Raven sitting tied to his chair with a strait jacket on. A group facilitator sits next to him.



Facilitator: Now everyone, we have a new member. This gentleman was brought to us by the Razorback Championship Wrestling organization. I would like everyone to say hi to Trent.

Everyone mutters a "Hello Trent, which seems to unnerve him.

Facilitator: Would you like to say "Hello" back, Trent?

Trent Raven: I told you to call me Omega.

Facilitator: completely ignoring Omega Trent here comes to us with a borderline personality disorder coupled with a rare form of Schiczophrenia known as multiple personality disorder. It is not to be confused with simple schiczophrenia, which is usually nothing more than a heightened state of paranoia. With multiple personality disorder, a portion of the mind separates and creates a completely different persona. Thereby the effect is two distinct personalities, each with their own strengths and weaknesses living within one body. Trent here has created a separate persona known as Omega. Trent is timid, shy, apathetic, and very introverted by nature. Omega is completely the opposite. Very domineering, Omega is outgoing, determined, and at times, hostile. As with most cases of MPD, Trent knows nothing of Omega's existance until recently, when one of his collegues pointed it out to him. This was a very bad decision to confront him with this information without a licensed skilled therapist present because it seemed to accelerate his condition.

Omega: Could you cut to the chase already doc? Am I gonna live or is the condition that bad?

Facilitator: still treating Trent as if he is not there. His prognosis, while on the surface is dim, should not be treated as a lost cause. That is why I have asked each of you here. You have completed various group sessions in our program here and you are considered the best of your respective groups. It has been determined that you should best be able to help Trent regain his grip on reality and help move him to a position of stable emotional and physical being.

Omega: Can you talk to me instead of about me please?

Facilitator: Can you be civil? Can you conduct yourself as a rational member of this group, determined to heal yourself and become Trent once again?

Omega: I told you that I am doing this for Raven's own good. I told you that he has to become what I am. Once this occurs, then, and only then, will I leave his body forever.

Facilitator: back to ignoring Omega You see, most MPD patients when confronting their alteregos will claim possession. Notice how he said that he will leave Trent's body forever.

Omega: You're doing it again, a**hole. Don't p*ss me off.

Facilitator: still ignoring Omega Notice the agressive behavior and the use of profanity.

Omega: Oh, you're asking for it.

Facilitator: Soon, he may try to attack, but we have taken every precaution to keep him restrained. He cannot harm any of us.

Omega: screaming That's it a**hole. I'm gonna KILL you!!!

Omega stands up, his chair coming with him. He is hunched in the shape of the chair, but leans in toward the facilitator, who tries to run, but Omega sinks his teeth into the man's throat. He bites down hard and pulls a hunk of flesh out. Things get chaotic as people scream and leave the room, two men come in and inject something into Omega's neck while paramedics work to save the Facilitator. The noises all blend together as the camera fades to black. It stays black for two seconds, then suddenly fades back to white. Trent sits up, rubbing his head. He is in the locker room at the RCW arena. Akasha walks around the corner in a towel and moves to Trent, straddling him. Trent smiles big.

Trent Raven: Oh, God how I missed you.

Akasha Raven: sneering Oh, it's you. Call me when your better half arrives.

Trent Raven: But you are my better half.

Akasha Raven: Not even close. I'm not half the woman Omega deserves.

With that, Akasha leaves the locker room. Trent smiles and as he does, he exposes a mouthful of blood stained teeth, and the camera fades to black.

["K-OS" Karl O'Sullivan]

(The scene opens in a shopping mall in Fayetteville, Arkansas. Pete Hardy and Vixen relax in a coffee shop after almost three hours of shopping. Pete wears a Motorhead t-shirt, faded stonewash denim jeans and black leather boots. Vixen wears a white blouse, unzipped black leather jacket, black leather pants and black high-heel boots. Pete sips on what looks to be a simple regular coffee, and Vixen enjoys a special hot chocolate.)

VH: Y’know, I never thought I’d like it here, but it’s nice.

PH: Where?

VH: Fayetteville.

PH: Yeah. Me too. I’ve been thinking, the past few days while we’ve been here…

VH: Ok…And?

PH: How would you feel about moving here?

VH: To Fayetteville?

PH: Yeah.

VH: Umm…

PH: Is that a yes? No? What?

VH: I don’t know. I thought you enjoyed living back home again in Newcastle?

PH: I do…I did…but I don’t think I can be bothered with a nine hour flight every week. Some scientist says that there’s a chance David Beckham could get heart problems and f*cking cancer if he continues flying over from LA to London to play for England…He’d fly over what? Every two months? He could get cancer? If we stay in Newcastle, I have to fly over to Arkansas every week!!!

(Vixen doesn’t answer, she continues sipping her coffee.)

PH: So?

VH: What?

PH: Are you f*cking listening to me!?!?

VH: Yeah!

PH: Well? What about it?

VH: Ok. So, we move? When?

PH: Within the next month?

VH: The next month!?!? Are you crazy!?!?

(Their ‘debate’ is interrupted when a Max Weinberg lookalike approaches their table. He wears an unzipped khaki bomber jacket, blue and white checky shirt, stonewash denim jeans and light brown shoes. He talks with an Irish accent.)

Man: Uhh hello der Pete. Sorry to interrupt. I’m Fergus McCain chief sports writer for the Fayetteville Observer and I’m just wondering if you could answer a few questions?

(Pete looks up at Fergus.)

Pete: I could…but…

(Vixen slaps Pete playfully on the arm.)

Vixen: Nonsense. Chat to the guy. I’m going to have a look at some clothes.

(Vixen starts getting up to her feet. Fergus starts to sound apologetic.)

Fergus: Oh no please! Don’t go on my account. Stay and finish your refreshments. Maybe we can arrange to talk some other time?

Vixen: No. It’s ok. I had finished anyway.

(Vixen grabs her bag from the floor, and kisses Pete before walking out of the restaurant.)

Fergus: May I?

(Fergus gestures asking to sit in the chair Vixen was sitting in.)

Pete: Sure. Go ahead.

(Fergus sits down, takes out a pen and notepad from a pocket inside his jacket and starts writing.)

Fergus: I must say sorry for just barging in like that. Unprofessional, but…

Pete: Nah, it’s cool. You want a coffee?

Fergus: No thanks…So…Last week you returned to Wrestling after three years out of the ring. How good did it feel…how good DOES it feel to be back?

Pete: It’s great.

(Fergus starts writing at wildfire speed while Pete carries on talking.)

Pete: I wasn’t officially retired, but I wasn’t planning on coming back. I don’t like talking about money but, it was going to have to be a big offer or someone to come up with some fantastic plan for me to even THINK about getting my ass back in the ring. A month ago, AJ phoned me up, and when he has plans, you know they’re gonna rock. I’m not wishing to kiss his ass but no, y’know, he phoned me up out of the blue and just said “look here it is, here’s the idea, here’s the plan, RCW. It’s time Old-School came back to the top.” and he told me about it. We had a lengthy chat and he asked me if I was interested in joining the umm…revolution.

Fergus: After being out of the ring for so long, how long did you think about it before saying “Yes, now is the time to get back.”?

Pete: Right there, during that phone call. Just by what he said, I knew RCW was the right place to make my return.

Fergus: Your first match, against Cletus Beauchamp, how happy were you with that?

Pete: (laughs) Relief! (laughs) Seriously. All the statisticians will say I’ve fought one and won one. Me? I just view that match as a training match. It’s like what soccer clubs would call a friendly, an exhibition match. I’m not really up on my knowledge of MLS, but just for example, say if, I don’t know, Beckham’s team…

Fergus: LA Galaxy.

Pete: That’s the one. Say if LA Galaxy played Manchester United in an exhibition match and somehow beat Manchester ten goals to nil. It’s not gonna happen, but just say if it did. That win wouldn’t help them in the standings in the league. And that is kind of what I feel about my match against Cletus. Of course, we know that I’ve been awarded the win but that means nothing to me. Cletus was a warm-up for my match this week, and I view this week as the real start to my RCW career.

Fergus: Against Trent Raven. Can it get much harder?

Pete: And also Brock Davids too. Lets not forget about that. I haven’t seen much of him to have an opinion, but he is in the match so he deserves my respect. Trent…(laughs) I really couldn’t have asked for a tougher opponent so soon. (pauses) The guy is on another planet. The guy…animal…whatever you want to call him, he’s on fire. I always like to say that I am focused, I’ve got a plan, and I know what I need to do to win. But…against Trent, I have absolutely no idea how to ‘play’ him. But that is what it’s all about sometimes. It’s gonna be a battle. It’s gonna be a war. It’s gonna be a great night. I might win…I might lose. But going up against Trent so soon in my RCW career is going to be special.

Fergus: What are your plans during your time in RCW?

Pete: Like everyone else. Win the Southern Heritage. I’m now 39, I’ve been wrestling for almost twenty years. I’m still to win THE title. That’s the only thing eluding me. But I’m not one of those who demands this, demands that. I believe in getting a shot in the right way. And that is through my good performances in the ring. I’d hate to sit back in another thirty-nine years from now and think “I wish I had won a World Title. Just once”. I made a mistake walking away.

Fergus: Why did you?

Pete: (pauses) I don’t want to get into that. But I am back and if anyone has a problem was that? Tough. (laughs.)

(The reporter stops writing and puts his notepad and pen back in his inside pocket of his jacket.)

Fergus: That’s great. Thanks Pete.

Pete: Is that it? Ok. No problem.

(Fergus gets up to his feet and shakes Pete’s hand.)

Fergus: Good luck.

Pete: Thanks.

(Fergus walks out of the coffee shop and Pete takes his cell phone from his jeans pocket and presses a few buttons on the keypad before pressing it against his left ear. The scene cuts to inside a clothes store. Vixen is standing admiring some sexy black lace underwear on a clothes rack. Suddenly, ‘Hand In My Pocket’ by Alanis Morissette can be heard from inside her handbag. She opens her bag and ‘lets’ those around her hear the great harmonica riff before she puts the phone to her ear.)

Vixen: Hey. You finished? That was quick. How was it? I’m just looking at clothes.

(Vixen takes the black lace undies from the rack.)

Vixen: I’ll be five minutes. Get yourself a coffee. Bye.

(Vixen ends the call and puts the phone back in her bag. She walks towards the nearest pay kiosk. Pete gets up from his seat and walks towards the counter.)

…FADE TO BLACK…

TO BE CONTINUED.

[Trent Raven]

The camera fades in on Warlock Hall, sitting in the locker room with a 5th of Jack Daniels in front of him. He takes a swig, then picks up a stack of cards next to the bottle. The camera pans up and it is Omega sitting across from him. Suddenly, Warlock slams the cards down face up and screams

Warlock Hall: GIN!

Omega looks up at him, furious. Then his face relaxes and he laughs deeply.

Omega: That's great, Warlock, but we were playing 5 card stud. I'm afraid I have won with a royal flush in the suit of spades.

Warlock looks up, confused. Omega gathers the cards up and begins shuffling. Warlock takes the bottle of JD and swigs the last quarter bottle. He throws the bottle across the room into a trash can and wipes his mouth

Omega: Up for another game?

Warlock Hall: Nah, I'm running on empty. I need another bottle of fuel.

Omega: Don't you think you should slow down. That was your third fifth today?

Warlock Hall: Nah, I'm earning chips.

Omega: What, like potato chips?

Warlock Hall: Nah, I leave those to Ares, I hear he has an addiction to Wavy Lays. No, I mean AA chips.

Warlock pulls a 2 year metal AA chip from his pocket and rubs it before handing it over to Omega

Omega: This chip signifies that you have been sober for 2 years. I know that can't be true.

Warlock Hall: Oh, is that what that's for? I thought you had to drink more one day than you did the last every day.

Omega: Warlock! It's a wonder you don't have alcohol poisoning. Let's get you to a car. You need to go to the hospital.

Warlock Hall starts screaming and thrashing around on the bench

Warlock Hall: NO DOCTORS, NO DOCTORS, NO DOCTORS!!!

Omega works to subdue Warlock and tries to calm him down. After a few seconds this seems to work

Omega: Let's go get you some more fuel.

Warlock Hall: Are you sure?

Omega: Yeah, I'm sure. It will give me something to do until Akasha comes back.

Warlock Hall: SHOTGUN! Ha, now you have to drive. I'm not getting another DUI.

Omega: Oh, damn, you got me buddy. You go on out there and get in the car. It's unlocked. I'll be there after I grab my wallet.

Warlock Hall: Cool.

Warlock Hall leaves the locker room and Omega heads to a locker where he takes out a rag and places some liquid from a bottle on it. When he turns, the bottle shows to be Chloroform. He walks out to the parking lot where Warlock is getting into the Buick Regal. Omega rushes up and covers his mouth with the cloth. He pushes an unconscious Warlock into the front seat and gets into the car. The scene cuts to the Fayetteville Hospital. Omega gets out of the car and runs inside.

Omega: Someone please help, my friend has collapsed!

An orderly grabs a wheelchair and pushes it out the door with Omega on his tail. They reach the car and Omega pulls open the door. He lifts Warlock and sets him down on the wheelchair. The orderly then rushes Warlock inside and yells back

Orderly: You'll have to go park yo car and come in through the visitors entrance.

Omega looks concerned for a moment, but then closes the door and a smug grin forms on his face. He dusts his hands as he walks over to the driver's side door, and opens it. He starts the vehicle as he closes the door and the camera cuts to black

[Trent Raven]

The camera cuts to a can of gasoline being poured all over a wooden bridge. The camera pans out to reveal Omega is the one dousing the wooden planks with the flammable liquid. He stops, and looks crazily into the camera as he pulls a flare out of his back pocket. He slowly removes the cap and stares at the fuse. He looks at it from all angles before slowly bringing the end of the cap over to the fuse, and with one quick stroke, he ignites it. The camera cuts to the locker room, where Omega is sitting on a bench, reading the last copy of the Pro Wrestling Ink magazine. Akasha walks in.

Akasha Raven: Where the hell is Warlock Hall? I thought you were going to keep an eye on him.

Omega: not even looking up from his magazine I took him to the hospital.

Akasha Raven: You did what! You idiot! That's our insurance policy against your alter ego. That's what is going to keep you in control of Trent's body during the match, so you can win, so you can sign a huge contract and make us lots of money!

Omega: It's fine, either way. Warlock is out of the way, and we won't have to worry about him during the match. There will be nothing to bring his emotions out. I'll be fine.

Akasha Raven: Well, Warlock won't be. He is deathly afraid of doctors and hospitals! His dad was a mortician. He is an alcoholic because he watched his dad drink while he worked and he began drinking to mimic his dad, and then kept at it because he couldn't stand to be in that room with those dead bodies.

Omega: I control your husband's mind. I know all about his best friend and his sorted past.

Akasha Raven: Does this side of you have no heart?

Omega: Not really, no.

Akasha stares at him in disbelief

Omega: What's wrong, baby? I thought you loved this side of your man.

Akasha Raven: First of all, I'm not your "baby". Secondly, I liked the strength you exhibited, but not the callousness.

Omega: Then go, get your boyfriend, Warlock.

Akasha Raven: He's not my boyfriend, and don't be such an a**.

With that, Akasha leaves. The door slams. Omega follows. He opens the door to the parking lot just as Akasha peels out of the parking lot. He is about to turn and go back in when a car pulls in and slams on the breaks in front of the dumpster. He sees someone get out and try to get into the locked doors. Omega starts to go over, when he hears a thud and notices the sirens blaring as the police pull into the parking lot. The first car speeds to the far side of the lot, where another police car barricades it in. They pull the driver out and begin to search him and the car. Omega heads back inside.

The camera cuts to the Fayetteville Hospital where Akasha gets out of the car and slings her purse over her shoulder. She walks through the sliding glass doors and walks up to the reception desk. The clerk there smiles and speaks.

Clerk: Welcome to the Fayetteville Hospital. How can I assist you today?

Akasha Raven: I'm looking for a Warlock Hall. I believe he was brought here today.

Clerk: Are you family?

Akasha Raven: No, just a friend.

Clerk: Please hold while I check for his room number and visitor rules.

The camera cuts to a shot over the Clerk's shoulder. The screen flickers to life and says "Alert Security". The clerk picks up the phone and addresses Akasha briefly.

Clerk: It'll just be a moment while I clear you.

Akasha Raven: Thank you.

Clerk: into the phone I have a code green. Please send an escort.

Akasha Raven: Wow, you guys have a secure hospital.

Clerk: Wait until you get the guided tour. Your guide will be here shortly.

Akasha waits and watches the Clerk, who starts staring at her and playing with her hair. Sensing a problem, Akasha darts for the elevators and pushes all the buttons. The Clerk picks up the phone and shouts.

Clerk: CODE RED! CODE RED! We are in lockdown!!!

Armed guards burst out of the stairwell and as one runs to lock the front doors, the other looks to the Clerk, who points to a pair of closing elevator doors. The camera cuts to Akasha, who is riding in an elevator. She pops a top panel and climbs on top of the elevator. She places the top back and waits.

The camera cuts back to outside. Two guards are waiting on the elevator, guns drawn. The elevator chimes, and the doors slide open. The guards start for the door. Realizing that it is empty, they run down the hall. Akasha climbs down into the elevator and looks down the hall. Satisfied that the coast is clear, she walks down the hall. Suddenly, she hears footsteps, and she opens a door and pushes her way in, closing the door hastily.

Voice: Hey, doc, can I go home yet?

Akasha turns slowly to see a pulled curtain in front of her. She walks over and pulls the curtain back, fist balled ready to subdue whomever was behind it. Relief washes over her face when it reveals Warlock Hall.

Warlock Hall: Don't hit me. Not again Akasha!

Akasha Raven: I'm not here to hit you. I'm hear to bust you out.

Warlock Hall: Great, I can't stand the food, and they just can't make a good Rum & Coke.

Akasha rolls her eyes as she walks over to the window. She notices that the roof was stair stacked in levels down to the ground. She also notices that Warlock's window happened to be the one for fire escape access. She pops the window, and as soon as she does, the lights go out in the halls and red flashing lights and sirens add to the already loud security alarms. Akasha turns to Warlock.

Akasha Raven: Can you rip that IV out?

Warlock reaches up and yanks the IV out of his arm. He notices he is bleeding, so he grabs a package of gauze from a nearby rack and rips it open, stuffing the guaze into the inside of his elbow and lifting the arm above his head. Akasha heads out of the window followed closely by Warlock.

The camera cuts to the ground level, where the two of them come down the last few steps. Akasha points to a Jeep Cherokee in the parking lot and Warlock nods. They get in and she starts the engine. She drives by the entrance and can see guards trying frantically to unlock the front doors. Akasha looks over and notices that Warlock is bleeding

Akasha Raven: You are bleeding. Are you okay?

Warlock Hall: Yeah, I'm fine. Can we get back to the arena? I need to ask Trent if I can stay with him.

Akasha Raven: You are not staying with that monster. He's why you were in the hospital to begin with. He's crazy.

Warlock Hall: He's always been a little wierd, but crazy?

Akasha Raven: Yes, seriously crazy. He tried to kill me Warlock. He's trying to kill off everyone he loves because he wants to become this monster.

Warlock Hall: Trent wouldn't hurt me. He is my best friend.

Akasha Raven: Listen. Trent isn't Trent right now. He's a guy called Omega. He has split his personality, and the dangerous part has control of him. If we don't separate from him now, he will kill us and we will lose him forever. Now, just sit there and shut up while I figure out what to do next.

Warlock Hall: Uh, Akasha...

Akasha Raven: I mean it Warlock. Let me think.

Warlock Hall: Akasha...

Akasha Raven: What part of shut up don't you understand?!?

Warlock points up ahead at a close approaching flaming flare. Akasha, recognizing she is approaching a wooden bridge, opens her door and jumps. Warlock follows suit and as both clear the car, it hits the bridge just as it erupts into flames. The two of them scramble back as the flames consume the support cables, sending the suspension bridge down into the gorge below.

Akasha Raven: Good call Warlock. Remind me of this the next time you try to tell me something.

Warlock Hall: nodding Will do. How are we going to get back now?

Akasha Raven: I guess we hike...

Suddenly, a Hummer pulls up. The passenger door opens, and there sits Trent's old manager, Trey Murray.

Trey Murray: Get in.

Akasha Raven: How do we know...?

Trey Murray: You don't, but he saw someone jump out and he's driving around to this side. If you don't want him to catch you, GET IN.

Akasha climbs into the passenger side back door as Warlock climbs into the front. The car speeds off as the camera turns to get a shot of the flames as the screen fades to black.

[The Davids Brothers]

^{The scene opens up in a rather odd way, with each member of the Trench Coat Mafia in a deep sleep on a warehouse floor, with various kinds of cheap alcohol bottles littering the floor around them. Adam taps one of the bottles as he climbs up into a sitting position and rubs his eyes.}

Adams thoughts: Ugh. Where the hell am I?

<sup>Adam looks around the rather empty warehouse, noticing that besides the empty bottles of alcohol and his brother, there is nothing else here. Normally, Adam would be up and investigating, but he has a killer hangover and he goes back to sleep.

The camera fades to black, but comes back a moment later at what appears to be the same scene, but this time, Brock is the one that is up. He wakes up his brother and the two of them sit up, each with hangovers and are obviously hurt by the light shining through the warehouse windows.</sup>

Brock: Do you know where we are at?

Adam: No idea. I can't bloody remember anything. I don't even know what day it is.

Brock: The last thing I remember was visiting Josef.

Both: Josef!

Adam: It's just like when we were teens. Josef always was giving us odd jobs. Jobs he wouldn't even trust to those buddies of his. Then afterwards, we would get drunk as 'ell in celebration.

Brock: I don't think we were doing any kind of job for 'im this time. And looking back at it, I don't think that was celebration.

Adam: Then what was it?

Brock: I dunno. Maybe he was jus' tryin' to get us to forget what we 'ad just done. I'm guessin' most of what we did for 'im was illegal mafia type stuff.

Adam: Maybe he was tryin' to hide things. I always took his claim that he was in the Russian Mob to be bulls**t, but looking back at it, everything does seem fishy about 'im. Maybe that balding bastard was in the Mob, but all that is besides the fact. Where are we?

^{Without needing any further conversation, The Trench Coat Mafia get up and trudge through the empty warehouse to the big wooden doors at the front. They open the doors and as if they were vampires, they both hiss at the sun, due to their awful hang overs.}

Adam: Bloody 'ell!

^{The duo slowly begins walking up the street, still in pain. A fat man waddles out of a gas station onto the sidewalk which the Davids Brothers are walking.}

Adam: Ay mate.

^{Adam says to the waddling penguin of a man.}

Adam: AY MATE!

^{Adam gets frustrated.}

Adam: Ay fatty, turn the f*ck around!

^{The fat man turns with around and looks at both of the Davids Brothers with a look of both fear and anger.}

Adam: What day is it? Sunday?

^{The fat man chuckles.}

Fat Man: Heavens no, it's Tuesday.

Adam: Tuesday? F*ck me! We 'aven't gotten any training done and we've got a flight to catch! Not to mention we spent all bloody weekend and then some in some rundown warehouse!

Brock: Don't worry about it, Adam. As long as this hangover goes away before tomorrow, I'll be able to win that match, easy.

Adam: What about that lunatic Hardy and 'is killer dogs? Remember Josef's little report?

Brock: Yeah, I remember it. Where is Josef anyway? He seems to revolve around our last memories before it all becomes blurry.

Adam: Now isn't the time to worry about that weasel Josef. What we need to worry about now is getting on that flight and winning the match tommorow.

Brock: What about training?

Adam: I think I've got a plan brewing that will eliminate the need to train against those silly dogs and thier idiot master. All I've got to do is make a few calls once we are in Arkansas and everything should work out just fine.

^{The two stand on the sidewalk with their long black trench coats flapping the wind. Adam gets a taxi as well as he can while still protecting his light sensitive head from the suns glaring rays. The two brothers get in and the taxi takes off while the camera slowly fades to black.}