| The Epitome of Success |

--SCENE 1 STRATUSSPHERE TOWER--

{The sky is black with night. The stars line the crystal clear sky like spotlights. A shooting star flies across the sky and the camera begins to pan down. The sound of clattering and grinding break the tranquil scene. The Stratosphere coaster.The camera goes level and begins to pan the skyline. Las Vegas. Bright lights. The City of Sin. Fast times, hot nights and plenty to entice. The movement comes to a close as the camera fixes on Keevee leaning over the railing of the Stratosphere Hotel. His hand rubs two dice together and his hair flies freely into the wind. He seems deep in thought. His face expressionless. His left heel taps the walkway and he sighs. His head turns slightly towards the camera, his hair still blowing in the Las Vegas Air}

Keevee: All life is a game of luck Josh and Ryan, as well as a real man makes his own luck. I can see you are betting men. My question is if you were to bet on our match, would you bet the odds? Or take a chance. I'd suggest you not bet the odds this time old friends, because it seems as though they are not in your favor.

{Casually he chuckles to himself and gracefully he steps back away from the railing. His hand rubs the dice slowly in an almost taunting fashion. He looks away and out into the distance. The Las Vegas skyline with its blinking lights, big signs, catchy names and A list stars calling out. Wedding chapels, strip clubs, and all the thrills and chills for the kiddies}

Keevee: Ryan, you bring up the ever so simple statement that I'm playing hero. Am I playing the role of a hero Ryan?? Or am I taking up the role of a true friend?

A Slighty Faded, and distorted version of Enrique Iglesias' "Hero" can be heard, it almost sounds almost soothing in a way .

##I Can Be Your Hero Baby##
##I Can Kiss Away The Pain##
##I Will Stand By You Forever##
##You Can Take, My Breath Away##

Keevee-You know, Steph didn't deserve any of this. But I guess she finally can see you, see you for the insecure pieces of SHIT you really are. I knew it all along, especially you Laz, always getting her gifts trying to top me. Well the cat's out of the bag. There's no hiding it now. It's clear to me and clear to Steph why you did what you did. Because your a coward, a dog with its tail between its legs, and you were trying to make me look like the bad guy. It's too bad Pandoras Box has been opened, and you are seen as the cruel heartless bastard that you were born to be.

{He hunches down, facing the wall, and begins to shake the dice sitting idle in his hand. Slowly he turns his head to the camera and chuckles. He brings his hand to his lips, opens, and blows on the dice, then rolls them against the wall sideways. Snake Eyes..... Keevee begins to laugh to himself, his voice echoing into the sky.}

Keevee: Snake eyes, the devil's dice. You know Josh and Ryan, luck really has nothing to do with the games I play. All my games come from my head and I make the rules up as I go along. I presume myself right to say that you don't like to play that way. Of course I don't see where they would be a problem. You've played with me before. And you know that when you ante up with me you're putting a lot more on the line then just a win. You put your body, your soul, and your pride on the line. How many more times will you bet it all and lose it to the odds? The good guys always win in the end, Guys.... I always win. One way or another. See, as pleased as I am to be a former IWF champ, unlike the both of you, no one stays at the top forever. There's always going to be someone who will come up from under you, figure you out and take you down. But that someone ain't gonna be either of you. See, you owe a collective debt to me for all I've done for you. And like any good collection agency, I've come to collect. You want my achievements? Fine! Pay me what you owe me then we will talk business. You have your selfish desires, and I have....connections. It's Casino all over. I'm sure you're familiar with it. Greed, deception, money, power, ended in murder. Course I can't kill you,.... at least not physically....it's all a mental game..like you Laz.......

{Suddenly things seem to get dark around Keevee and he grabs his hair as the look on his face is more of a hurt,confused,somewhat lost expression. The dice fall to the ground and bounce in one of those slow motion movie bounce ways as another distorted version of a song plays, this time it's "Crawling" by Linkin Park.}

##Crawling In My Skin##
##These Wounds They Will Not Heal##
##Fear Is How I Fall##
##Confusing What Is Real##

Keevee-I guess you think you're something special, because she did God knows what with you in that locker room about a year ago. Well I know what she thinks now. She knows that was a MISTAKE. As was your other mistake, of assaulting Stephanie. Your downfall?! Not me kicking your ass in this match but rather the loss of a true friend and someone who cares. Stephanie is a great person, and possibly greatest friend I've ever had. You lost her to jealousy. And for what?! Just because she dated me and shows no interest in dating you, or Ryan for that matter.

{Just then Keevee snaps back to his usual self, heads to a drink bar, and buys himself a soda. He takes a sip, then he looks at the drink in his hands. A look of disdain fills his eyes and he quickly finishes his drink then clutches onto the glass. The reflection of his face shows some tears, but he soon overcomes them. The shining lights in the distance of the Vegas Strip takes the focus off his}

Keevee: I apologize. I didn't mean to lose my cool like that. I've been under a lot of stress. Some very disturbing things have happened. None the less, as I was saying. Life is a gamble. Every choice you make, every person you meet, everything you do. It's all a factor that sums into the total probability of risk. Luck itself can be bought for the right price. So then really Josh and Ryan, you and I come down to choices. Just like this town. Luck is bought with every spin of the roulette wheel, every card played and every bet made. The house always has it's advantage. That's why I'm not much of a betting man. But not to impune your hopes guys, there's always a way to beat the odds. You just have to study and learn. Then perfect the way not to get caught. Now I know you have faced me, but I doubt you have learned. Hell you don't even believe in the past. Regardless of what you think , the past does matter because the past is the easiest thing remembered by not just me but everyone around you. The past is what plans your future, just like your future is the road map to the present. Every loss you gain in this company is recorded. Every win you gain is as well. Every time you face me you have lost and those were recorded as well. You're a fucking statistic guys, get over it.

{Keevee sticks his hand into his pockets and rummages around, he pulls out a deck of cards, and he throws them onto the ground, they fly everywhere, Keevee chuckles}

Keevee: 52 pickup?? Fuck you Ryan. I made you what you are. You can't touch me. You can't beat me. I was gonna be nice, but I made up my mind that you've gotten too arrogant and demanding. Probably feuled by that troll of a co-owner Krazy Joker. I liked you better when you were so fucking confused you didn't know your ass from a hole in the ground. You critisize my reminders of the past. Fuck you!! You're past comes back to haunt you and at Cyclone it will determine your fate. Will you lose again and look like a sucker or will you win, beat me at my own game, my own rules, my own match I asked for. You patronize me about looking into the future. I have, and you know what I see? Not me winning, not you losing but me kicking the shit out of you for being disrespectful, for being too arrogant for your own good, for being, you. I've had it with people like you. People who think that they are owed the world and then some and even then the world is not enough. You try to call my bluff on my Royal Flush.... I never said the name of the game was wild card 7 card stud or 5 card jokers wild. It was straight 7card, cheater loses, Keevee wins, so now then Ryan...how sad for you, your buddy Laz tries to fortell the future. I win by default, third time may be the charm but not for you. I never lose to you Ryan, theres always a catch...always. I wanna beat the odds. It's gonna take a whole hell of a lot more than a deck of cards and witticisms. This ain't no poker match and even then you'd lose. This is a fight, plain and simple. An all out brawl. The odds may be in your favor, but the outcome doesn't rely on the flick of the wrist and the turning of a card, it relies on who's the strongest, the quickest and the smartest. And my wits have got you licked!!

{His head rises, his face now twisted into a vulgar display of despise. He begins tapping his fingers onto the metal railing and his foot against the walkway. An obvious signature of his displeasure.He opens his other hand and rolls some new red dice back and forth in a meandering attempt to satisfy his nerves. Suddenly he jerks his head towards the camera and glares. His blue eyes shining the color of complete rage}

Keevee: How many times have I told you Ryan, you got lucky when you got your hands on a title I should of had long before you. You lost to me and the next week you were facing off for the God damn belt. A puzzle that still remains unfinished. You weren't better. You weren't deserving and you damn sure still aren't. You've come a long way yeah, but I paid my dues a whole hell of a lot more than you. You may of had a hell of a go with Freakshow, but you've come out the fool everytime you have faced me. So your arrogance going into this match does not impress me nor does it amuse me. You call yourself the best, but the Sensational Teen Idol will get you everytime. You know it and so do I. You know what I'm talking about. And your TV title, it's as good as gone.

{Keevee juggles his now red dice in his hand, tosses them up in the Las Vegas air and catches them as they come back down, laughing to himself}

Keevee: Josh Lazlow, You weren't always the King. You were once the one eyed Jack. If anything I made you what you claim to be. You wouldn't have gotten anywhere had I not of beaten you. I see it like this. Everything you have, the title wins, the glory that does not satisfy you, the breakdown that gave you a shot, the wins I got over you and the chance you have now, you owe it all to me. But before all this. Before all your unjustified arrogance, before all your accomplishments. You were just a punk ass that got a shot of a lifetime. You had a chance to take me down. Have you forgotten?? The first time we faced?? You had just started competing officially. You needed to prove yourself. I was just on my own straight, on a steady rise. I had nWo, back in their stronger days, on my ass and I STILL beat you. I overcame all that. And why?? You took me for granted. You said, "He's scrawny, what harm can he do, this is in the bag." Luck ran out that night didn't it? It pissed Special K off, so he blew on my dice. But after that match, a chain reaction started. You realized the potential I had and you have never admitted it..well, after Cyclone you will have no choice but to...admit it. I also can't help but ponder that if maybe your sudden hatred for me isn't due to the fact that not only could you not beat me, but you finally realized you couldnt have Steph..... It's Moulin Rouge all over. Every man wanted her. One man, me, loved her, and still does.

{A single tear is seen running down Keevees face, slowly he takes up his shaking hand and wipes the tear away.}

Keevee-Thats why..thats why I refuse to see her being treated like some fucking dog. You both are sick, sick excuses for human beings. She did NOTHING wrong, yet you let jealousy take over, let it change you, into a bitter jealous shell of a man. Someone has to step up and defend her honor, whether it be myself, Sanjay or her current tag partner, Scorpio. I took the inititive, because I consider her my best freind, She may not think of me as her best friend, but you better believe she thinks of me as a friend. Why dont you two go be pissed off with Aaron Swaim??? Aarons a confusing little one, nice one day, all bitchy the next, I dont even understand her anymore.

{Keevee, tosses his red dice over the edge off the Stratussphere tower. The dice blow away in the wind, and likley land somwhere near the nearby Wet N' Wild waterpark. Maybe some giddy young kid will pick them up, Maybe Keevee's cousins from Las Vegas will find them. But the odds of his cousins finding them are low. Just as Keevees odds of winning this match are low. But he's confident enough in himself to win. So maybe that chance will come..and his cousins will find those ruby red dice}

--END SCENE 1--

--Scene 2 Suite in Augusta,Maina--

{A suite. An expensive one. Keevee stands at a bar pouring himself a glass of soda. He is dressed in a long silky black, flowing robe, no shoes, and his hair tied back. Quickly he turns and glares into the camera. He takes a slow long sip of his drink, then opens his mouth as if to speak, but remains silent. He presses his finger to his lips and taps them gently. Deep in thought, he settles for a second sip as he begins to make his way to the large bay window on the opposite side of the room. The drapes are open and tied back, the sky dimming into dawn. He holds his drink in his left hand and presses his other against the window as he looks out.}

Keevee: Ohh the well laid plan of mice...and men. When it rains it pours fellas. Ryan I don't know who appointed you Joker's little lackey, but keep your little mouth and your arrogant claim, out of my business. You're not getting away with a win, I cant let that happen. It will ruin everything I stand for, and dammit ITS NOT GONNA FUCKING HAPPEN!!! {He stops himself, takes a long hard drink, and sighs deeply, satisfied and calm}

Keevee: Life is like Russian Roulette isn't it Guys? You and I know this well. You and I also know just how easy it is to play pretend and act like all our problems have gone away. Not too long ago, Laz, you were mangling your own body to get a point across. I was doing the same. The question is. which one of us is a better actor. Issues like those don't go away overnight. It's just like alcoholism, not that I would know anything about that but I have seen it. It's like a gambling addiction, smoking, drugs, sex and lies, not that I know anything about those either mind you. And if anyone has said different they are liars!!! Liars I say!!!

{He hisses slightly and retracts his paranoid voice. In a fit he grabs the glass and smashes it against the floor then grabs up the entire soda bottle and storms off to the couch to soothe his confused soul.}

Keevee: Now where was I. Oh yes. Life is a lot like Russian Roulette. Hell, life is a gamble in itself. Everyday you wake up could be your last, every minute you step in the ring, tragedy could strike, driving your car, cooking your dinner, fucking some bimbo that came off the strip with whom you don't have any connection with whatsoever in order to get your fantasies!!!!

{He reaches to the table in front of him for some chips, but the bag is empty, Displeased he cries out.}

Keevee: Gigi!!!! {A young brunette dressed in a pair of black slacks and a white blouse and heels comes sprinting into the room. Bouncing all the way. Keevee looks at her disgruntled and takes a deep breath}

Keevee: Gigi...be a pal, and get me another bag of Doritos, Cool Ranch. and please for the love of God take those bland clothes off and slip into something a little less maid looking.

Gigi: But sir this is what I am required to wear.

Keevee: I don't care! The Lyons, pay you good money to assist me and keep me happy. The least you can do is slip into something less maid-ish and Corrina Corrina uniformed.

Gigi: Yes Sir. Right away.

{Gigi turns to fetch the chips, but Keevee calls out}

Keevee: Gigi, one last thing....please dont call me sir...it makes me feel old do I look old to you? Of course not. Please just call me Keevee.

Gigi: As you wish.

{She hurries off and Keevee sits back and waits. A few minutes later, Gigi returns, 2 big bags of Cool Ranch Doritos in hand wearing, prism halter black satin stretch jeans and stilletto heels. Keevee lays back into the leather couch and chuckles lightheartedly, the robe itself falling off his raised knee and exposing it}

Keevee: You are a classic bombshell Gigi. A girl after my own heart. Faboo on the outfit. Get the chips on the table.

{Gigi nods and opens up a bag and sets in on the table near Keevee, Gigi goes to get some more sodas.}

Keevee: As I said Josh and Ryan, you are a statistic. And your past does mean something. It means a lot of something. Ryan still hasnt given a reason why he didnt accept this challange and I had to force him into it. Perhaps you chose to ignore it because you know the truth...that I'm better than you. Or maybe you are just playing possom and trying to string my curiosity along hoping that the answer means something to me. Maybe there's a hope that I feel the same and you can use it to make me think twice about this match. Sorry to dash your dreams, even tho I would make a nice addition to your little plan, I don't feel the same. So I had Lyons force you into this.

Gigi: Oh! I think I heard the phone ring!!

{Gigi hurries off and into the next room. Keevee finishes his soda off in one shot then lays his head back}

Keevee: Will wonders never cease...anyways. Steph was right. You think you are Kings, but you need a Queen to make you one in all reality. You need her to keep your ass in check as well. So I guess it's up to me to put you in your place. Because I damn sure am getting your gold. The strap is mine!! Maybe that's what your whole problem is now. You got beaten by me for your shot at the only thing that had meaning in your life at the time, then you lost it, and now suddenly you are okay. Silly Fools.

{He goes to stand but falters and falls to his knees. Gigi happens to be coming back into the room when she sees Keevee fall. She scurries over to him and kneels beside him.}

Gigi-What happenend???

Keevee-Too much soda and coffee..not enough sleep.

{Sanjay's voice echos from the next room}

Sanjay: Then go to sleep! Yo, its 5 o'clock in tha mornin, we gots like 10 hourz or sumthin.

{Sanjay enters throwing his doorag on the sofa and standing over the fallen Keevee}

Sanjay: Am I going to have to lock the soda up again?

Keevee: Shut Up....

Sanjay: Look mang, yo ass need to be sleepin!

{Keevee rears off the floor and goes to hit Sanjay. He catches his wrist and shakes his head}

Sanjay: Temper temper...Gigi!!

{Gigi comes running, she sees the scene and wards off}

Sanjay: Don't be a coward girl. .I told you to keep an eye on him. We don't pay you to lollidaddle around. You know how he gets when he does these damn promos. How much has he drank tonight?

Gigi: I'm not sure. He was sipping when I left to fetch dinner and his lotto tickets. When I came back I saw ten empty 2 liters of Jolt Cola.

{Sanjay laughs a little}

Sanjay: Jolt Cola again mang???...I think not. Gigi get rid of that pop,. We puttin him down to sleep fo a bit. He need to be sleepin, can't be doin dis handicap shitz all tired and what not.

Keevee: Oh and while we're at it, we'll take away your wallet so you can stop blowing cash on the martini girls!!! How do you like that??

{He jerks away and glares into the camera.}

Keevee: Laz and Ryan, trust me, don't go with the odds on this match, pick me to win when you go to the betting pool and...BANK ON IT!!!!

-finish-