You Will Remember Me

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Off Camera

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It’s thundering and lightning outside in a New York City apartment.  An auburn haired beauty sits up in bed reading a copy of the Godfather by Mario Puzo.  The way this bedroom is halfway in tatters with clothes and other belongings scattered all over, and yet also halfway decently arranged and organized might tell you that this young lady does not have this bedroom all to herself.  And you would be correct in that assumption.  And looking at the way this young lady is dressed, in lovely, sexy black stockings, black skimpy lace panties, and a black lace bra, you would realize that whoever is going to come home to this pretty woman is going to be one lucky man.

This woman is none other than Helen Martin, the main squeeze of IWC superstar known as “The Show Stealer” Matthew Bowden.  Normally Helen is quite used to Matthew putting his own life and well being on the line for a cheap thrill.  She has gotten used to it and, in a weird, sick way, actually has found it to be an endearing quality about him.  Nothing he does surprises her anymore, especially not after his last Riot promo aired, the one that was shot while he was having sex with Helen herself.

Something about tonight is different.  Helen finds herself worrying about Matthew Bowden.  For the man who has spat in the face of authority figures, spat in the face of the most dangerous athletes to  ever grace a wrestling ring, all for the ratings, after having done all that and Helen never once batted an eye, yet now she does, it must be something pretty dangerous, something pretty deadly.

The look on her face tells the story of a woman who is extremely nervous and worried for her man.  Nothing can change that and, no matter how much she tries to take her mind off of it by reading this novel, she cannot hide her emotion.  The only thing that will truly help her is to see Matthew Bowden and, even then, that might not help…

“Honey, I’m home!”

The loud masculine voice comes from outside the bedroom door.  She hears a door slam and realizes it is the front door.  Helen immediately puts her book down on the nightstand.  She swings her legs over to the edge of the bed and then hops up off of the bed and stands there, waiting for the arrival of her man.  Footsteps coming down the hall tell her that he is on his way.  It isn’t long until the doorknob turns and then the door itself swings wide open.  Standing there in the doorway in nothing but red boxer shorts with a wide, cheesy grin etched across his face is Matthew Bowden.

“Did ya miss me?”

Helen doesn’t utter a word.  Instead she rushes up and greets him with a tight embrace.  Bowden chuckles lightly under his breath.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

After a few more moments of hugging Helen breaks the embrace and then, in a move that is shocking to Matthew, she rears back and slaps him across his face.  He rubs his cheek, which now stings in pain, as she glares at him angrily with tears beginning to form in her eyes.

“Don’t you dare scare me like that again!”

Matthew stares at her as he rubs his cheek, trying to ease the stinging pain.  He frowns and shrugs his shoulders.

“Ok, now I’m confused, are you happy to see me or not?”

“Of course I’m happy to see you.” Helen walks over to the bed and lies back down on it. “But I’m NOT happy that you stayed out so late.”

Matthew shrugs his shoulders again. “It’s two in the morning.  So?”

“Yeah, that’s the point, Matty.” She holds up two fingers. “It’s two in the freaking morning!”

“Ummm, yeah, and that’s why I’m confused.  I’ve been out that late before and you never once seemed to care.”

Helen folds her arms over her chest. “This is different.”

Matthew smirks as he walks over to the bed and hops up onto it, sliding next to Helen.  He tries to look into her eyes but she turns her head away from him.  Bowden leans back and frowns.

“Ok, fine, I’ll humor you.  Tell me what’s different?”

“IWC is what’s different.”

“My career?”

Matthew blinks a few times, as he is honestly shocked by this answer.  He laughs a few times lightly before finally speaking out.

“What is it about IWC that makes this any different?”

“I may not be a wrestling expert, Matt, but I am smart enough to do my research and I have noticed a disturbing trend.”

“Like what?”  He asks.

Helen turns to face him. “Unlike other companies you’ve wrestled for, where your business stays in the ring, IWC business seems to follow people home into their private lives.”

Again Bowden chuckles. “Yeah, that’s what I find so bloody great about it!”

“No, it’s NOT great!” Helen shakes her head vehemently. “It isn’t great because your business on Riot consists of New Eden!  You have to deal with Cindy Todd and Serenity!”

“I’m not dealing with them alone.  I got that Ricky Holt dude.”

“That doesn’t matter!” She shakes her head. “I have seen what New Eden does and, damn it Matty, I do not want that kind of violent crap following you home.”

Matthew Bowden is known for being a wild and crazy guy, the kind of guy who just wants to have fun and doesn’t take anything or anyone seriously.  But seeing his girl in this temperament, in this emotional state, is enough to sober him up.  The normally crazy Bowden nods his head and sighs deeply, speaking in a grave voice.

“Ok, ok, I get it, you’re worried.  You’re nervous.”

He runs a hand through her long auburn hair. “But you have to trust me, babe.  I know what I’m doing out there.  My parents didn’t raise an idiot.”

He taps his head with his index finger. “I always have a plan, even for the Addams Family.”

Helen frowns. “Addams Family?”

“Oh nothing!” Matthew says, feigning innocence.

“Look, Matty,” Helen begins “you may have to wrestle this match because you were booked in it, but don’t do anything stupid.”

“Hey, it’s me!”

“That’s what I’m afraid of.”

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On Camera

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We open in what appears to be a large, old, beaten up and battered house that, to even the most scientific mind, would have to be haunted.  The camera slowly begins to move its way to the front door and then to the inside of this large house and finally to the living room area that looks just as old, battered, and dead as the outside.  It is then that the melodic tones and singing voices are heard, seemingly from out of nowhere…

…but we know that they’re really coming from loudspeakers positioned in the appropriate places.

“They’re creepy and they’re kooky,”

“Mysterious and spooky,”

“They’re altogether ooky,”

“The Addams Family!”

Matthew Bowden steps into the scene from stage right.  But he looks rather strange.  Then again, any man would look strange dressed as a woman.  Bowden is wearing a long flowing black dress that resembles a death shroud more than anything else.  His face is painted white and he has a black wig on his head with hair extensions that go to about mid-back.  He steps to the center of the room and snaps his fingers twice.

“You know, I racked my brain days on end trying to think of a good way to top the last promo I did.  Granted, it’s going to be hard to top live sex, but I will do my best.  One disadvantage I have in my attempt to top my last promo is that my beautiful lady Helen is not with me this time.  She wants to stay out of this one and I respect that.  So you’ll have to deal with just me.”

He winks at the camera. “There’s plenty of The Show Stealer to go around, ladies, but I’ll save a special viewing for Cindy Todd and her pet hamster Serenity.”

“Anyway, I thought long and hard about what I could do, and knowing I was going to stand side by side with Ricky Holt to face New Eden made me think of other violent psychopaths that they could sympathize with.  Jason Voorhees, Michael Myers, Freddy Kruger, all sociopathic killers who did not give a damn about human life, and thus they all reminded me of the New Eden ladies.  And is that not the way many in IWC treat them?  Fair or unfair, they are looked at almost as a real life horror film, only they are all too real.”

“But then I got to thinking, while that may be good for most people, I am NOT most people.  I am The Show Stealer.  I fear nothing.  I fear nobody.  I look fear in its eye and then spit in its face…that or I do the Macarena with it, one or the other.”

Out of nowhere the familiar tune to the Macarena plays over those hidden loudspeakers.  Bowden proceeds to do the Macarena dance once, twice, and even three times before the music finally comes to an end.  He turns and looks back into the camera, smirking.

“What do you say, ladies?  After our match is over, we can go out for dancing, no hard feelings right?  As evil as you claim to be, I bet even you Cindy can cut a rug when you want to.” Again the smug Show Stealer winks at the camera.

“As I continued to think about what New Eden meant to me, I came to realize that I had been in this situation before.  No, not this specific one where I am teaming with a guy named Ricky to fight a lady with no eyeballs and her pet hamster, but a scenario very similar where I am facing an opponent that everyone is seemingly intimidated by and thus I am supposed to be intimidated as well.”

He shakes his head. “Not me, not The Show Stealer.  No matter who it is, no matter what the odds are, even if it is painfully clear I cannot win, whenever I am up against an opponent that intimidating, I just view that opponent as Addams Family.”

“What is the Addams Family?  It is a parody of horror and fear.  It is a parody of monster movies.  Now don’t get me wrong, I recognize New Eden’s talent, but Cindy, you need to understand that there is absolutely nothing you or Serenity can do to strike fear into my heart.  I’m not walking away from this.  I’m coming right at you, head on.”

He holds up one finger. “There’s one other thing you ladies need to know about me that makes me different, very different from quite possibly any other opponent you’ve faced.”

“My motivation is not victory.  I have said it time and time again, I really don’t care about winning and losing.  Clearly I’m not here to escape New Eden’s wrath, because as I said earlier, I don’t fear you and I am coming at you no matter what.  And unlike certain individuals such as fuck fuckity fucking fuck Riddick, I am not motivated by simply hurting people either.”

“My motivation is to be The Show Stealer.  My motivation is to make damn sure my name is the name on everyone’s lips when all is said and done.  I am willing to go to great lengths to accomplish that goal and, lucky for you girls, you will get to witness first hand just who crazy, just how much of an extreme maniac I can be inside that ring in order to make each and every person in that arena remember me.”

He points a finger at the camera. “Especially you two.  By the end of the night, New Eden will remember me.  I promise you that.”

And just then, without any warning, those hidden loudspeakers begin to play the familiar Addams Family theme music once again.  This time, instead of the melodic voice of our singers, we hear Matthew Bowden singing…

“So get a witch’s shawl on,”

“A broomstick you can crawl on,”

“We’re gonna pay a call on,”

“The Addams Family!”

Bowden snaps his fingers twice and then the camera fades to black.