(A Toyota pulls into the Hotel Car Park, the black and red custom car turns into a parking space between a Mercedes and a Jaguar, the two larger more executive cars completely surround the smaller sports car that Weapon can now be seen stepping out of, he grabs a big duffle bag from the back of the car and places it on the roof unzipping the holder, he leans back in the car grabbing the folder with the paperwork on Freak, he places it in the bag before zipping it up, he leans in one more time and grabs his DWA world title of the passenger seat and places it over his left shoulder, he slams the door and presses the switch on his key locking the MR2 again, the veichle bleeping giving of a flash of the lights.
He grabs the duffle bag and places it over his over shoulder before walking across the car park and going through the double doors that lead into the hotel, the brown wooden desk is polished and looking very clean, the carpets are very expensive even the feel of then shows that off, and the furniture is antique and of the highest quality, he smiles to himself, it has been nearly four years since a company did this for him, that company being WFN.
He walks to the counter and places his stuff on the floor in front of the wooden structure, over the other side he can see a checking in book, he notices a number of stars are already booked in including his sworn enemies the MSK and co, he keeps note to stay away from there lobby, suddenly he sees his name, he looks across to see an older man signing in another guest, a middle age gentleman dressed in a very expensive suit, his wife next to him is looking at Weapon with disgust as he stands in his Black leather Jacket, Black boots, jeans and shirt, he just winks at her before noticeably starring at her cleveredge in her diamond filled dress, the women can’t believe it and pratically drags her husband away from the counter and to the next room. Weapon shakes his head as the elderly gentleman puts the residents card away back in its right place, suddenly he is scared half to death as Weapon begins pressing the bell for attention frantically causing everyone to look over at him.)

Hotel Worker:
Sorry, yes sir.

Weapon:
Are you ready now?

Hotel Worker:
Sir?

Weapon:
Dumb ass, to check me in?

Hotel Worker:
You….Coming here…Sir be serious.

(Suddenly Weapon leans over grabbing the older man and dragging him across the counter before slamming him down to the floor holding the male by the throat, he looks the older man up and down and lifts him again to his feet before throwing him into a wall causing a picture to fall off and land over his head, the glass smashing over skull cutting him in a number of places some of the wounds worse then others, the gentleman grabs his head and curls up in pain as Weapon turns around wiping some dust that has fallen on his shoulder, he walks back to the desk ignoring the onlooking crowd, he opens the desk top and walks round the other side feeling in his signature where needed, he huffs at the hotels service, he checks his room number and turns lifting the key of the hook, the people watching cannot believe he is so calm about everything, he walks round and grabs his bag lifting it onto his shoulder before steeping over the curled up man and walking up the hotels stairs, he sees a door to his left and walks threw it before looking at his key again and slotting it in to the keyhole of the third door on the left, Room number 12.
He opens the door and walks in putting his bag straight on the side. He walks to the window and looks at the view across the bustling city lights of Calgary, he closes the curtains and walks over to his bed tiredness beginning to set in, he lays down and rests his head on the pillows the comfort causing his muscles to relax straight away with the touch of the fabric. His eyes close and his nightmares as with every night begin to seep in, the thought of his wife and child leaving him and the memories of his battle with 6 Pac last year, suddenly he wakes up jumping in the air his fists clinched hard, he looks over at the clock and is surprised to see he has been asleep for nearly two hours, the time being 2am, his thoughts are then interrupted by the sound of his mobile phone, he leans over to his jacket that has been slung on the floor and takes the phone out of the pocket the ringing now louder.
He presses a button on it.)

Weapon:
Hello

(Says Weapon in a tired husky voice, suddenly his eyes widen and his sleepy look becomes one of anger, he looks over at the TV remote before quickly leaning over to grab it, he presses the on button and the Television set slowly comes to a picture he puts it on channel 69, the official TV channel of the CWA, he has caught the middle of the CWA update, when suddenly it is announced.)

TV Reporter:
It was made clear last night to Weapons amazing debut promo that other CWA new boy Freak Himself is not laying down to be among the list defeated under the hands of Lethal Weapon, he made a true statement last night exclusively on channel 69 in his pointless chase for Lethal Weapon on his 40 miles per hour scooter, the comedian and CWA clown as said by many critics made his feelings clear when he purposely made a mockery of Weapon and even went as far as to imply Weapon was Homosexual!
This is the tape, please enjoy.

(The video is shown and with every sentence Weapons anger begins to raise, of all the opponents he could face he is put against the type he hates most, a clown, a mockery to all he stands for, his determination, his motivation to be the best, his dream, his vision all played for games by people like Freak!
He throws the control at the wall smashing it into small pieces before picking up his mobile once more and finally speaking.)

Weapon:
Where are you?… Your still coming right? The show is Assault, yeah, you know what I mean… Yeah I have seen it and I got a few words for that Lethal Weapon wannabe Freak! Yeah I heard that to, well alright man ill see you in a minute, your in the car park right, no I am not asleep, at least not now, get your arse up here man, we got work to be dealing with… Ok…Bye.

(He puts down his mobile and turns himself placing his feet on the bed his body desperate for him to fall back on the huge covers, and just fall asleep, but Weapon is unwilling to do such a thing, he stands up his head dizzy from the speed of his uprise, he walks over to the fridge and opens it taking out a bottle of water, he takes a large gulp of it before a knock at the door comes, he walks to the room door and opens it to see THE WAITRESS!
The waitress shocks Weapon as she stands out of breath at his door suddenly behind her appears the DWA co-owner Neil Kelly, he looks as confused as Weapon, as all three stand in the doorway.)

Waitress:
So are you going to give me a drink or do I have to stand here forever?

(Weapon moves aside letting the women in, who is followed by Neil Kelly, Neil looks suspiciously at the women before going to sit on the end of Weapons bed, not taking his eyes of her.
She opens the fridge door and leans down nearly giving Neil a sight, she grabs a can of coke and stands back up as Neil attempts a look under her skirt unsuccessfully the attempt making Weapon grin, she stares confused at the two men before becoming serious once more and turning to Weapon who is now sitting at a table out on the balcony, she walks out the back door and sits with him while Neil sits inside not risking the cold wind.)

Waitress:
Its Freak…He is following you.

Weapon:
I know.

Waitress:
How?

Weapon:
CWA taped him going to your resturant and flirting with some blonde women, that’s after he met up with my friendly police officer.

Waitress:
Do you know why he is following you?

Weapon:
If he is following me then no, but he is meant to be staying here as well as the rest of the roster so, we may all be mistaken and he is doing nothing but making his way here.

Waitress:
True, but why all the questions about you, and why did he say to that policeman he was looking for you?

Weapon:
More to the point why did he tell the policeman he was my friend, and then start saying if I want a hug all I need to do is ask. It makes you wonder.

Waitress:
Was that a joke? Did Lethal Weapon just crack a joke?

Weapon:
It happens from time to time, there never funny though.

(Weapon just smiles as he looks across the city of Calgary again taking a long gulp of Water. The waitress smiles back at him she shivers as a cold breeze of air passes over the heights of the hotel.)

Weapon:
Why don’t you go inside, its not warm here.

Waitress:
I need to talk to you.

Weapon:
Then talk, you have my attention, Neil is in there, what is it?

Waitress:
This Match at Assault people are saying you cant win? They say your to old and this guy Freak is your downfall, your weakness, a clown that takes everything differently to you, they say you have always had trouble beating his type.

(Weapon goes quite for a minute his eyes wondering to the ground, he looks as if he has lost the World title and his career in one night, he turns to the Waitress and smiles softly.)

Weapon:
What do you think? Do you think I can win?

Waitress:
Yes.

Weapon:
Good, cause you are right, I have had trouble against those that run around acting like clowns, I have been beating by that type before, but thing is this, back then I was young and still learning, learning how to deal with different styles of attacks, and my determined, angry motivated attempt was always countered by something more powerful and more influential, but its been 8 years in this business for me now, 8 years of blood, sweat and tears, and if for one second I or Neil or anyone else thought I could stand in that ring and lose to man that thinks riding a scooter and smoking a fag is what makes you a big man then I would not be where I am today. The DWA World Undisputed Champion and the wrestling worlds biggest legend.

Waitress:
Confidence is always never ending for you ain’t it? Is there nothing you can’t handle.

(Weapon just smiles and grabs his water before walking back in the hotel room, the waitress looks confused for a minute before walking in as well, she smiles at the two men.)

Waitress:
I assume you guys have business to deal with?

Neil:
Yeah, Weapon there is a CWA Camera Crew waiting downstairs to interview you about Freak?

(Weapon just nods, and smiles, both Neil and even the waitress are confused by his silence. He takes more of his drink as the Waitress disappears in the bathroom, Weapon looks confused as he suddenly hears the shower turned on. Suddenly a voice bellows from the room.)

Waitress:
Well you boys go and do….Whatever it is you do, I’m having a shower.

(Weapon and Neil look at each other the looks on there faces ones of confusion and surprise, suddenly the door closes and the lock is pulled.
Weapon shakes his head of the thoughts and looks at Neil.)

Neil:
Do you even know her?

Weapon:
No, she makes me coffee though?

Neil:
….Oh, er…Well lets get down there and sort out this damn mess we got with Freak, he really laid into you with that last promo of his, Weapon you need to be alert my friend.

Weapon:
Neil, I am the DWA World Undisputed Champion, the top name in your federation and this whole industry, Freak is good, but he is not Lethal Weapon, he is not me, he is not the man that has broke countless records and beat countless legends as if it was an everyday occurrence, he is not the man that stands here with the greatest co-owner and the greatest manager in the sport today, and he is not the man with a naked chick in his shower that he doesn’t even know!
Now lets get the hell out of this room and leave the lady in peace, we got work to do buddy.

Neil:
Amen to that my friend.

(The two men shake hands before leaving the room, Weapon grabs his room keys and DWA title before closing the door and walking along the hotel corridor, the picture that fell on the mans head is now missing and a younger man is now seen behind the desk his face one of fear as Weapon re-appears, both Weapon and Neil walk through the main reception and into the room the snotty posh Bitch walked into earlier, inside a well looked after bar can be seen, different bottles of alcohol stretched along the back wall, beer pumps along the front counter, a young barmen can be seen behind serving and just behind him in on the other side of the bar three men can be seen playing pool and drinking glasses of what looks like whiskey, they were old men and unlucky to start any trouble Weapon thought as he sat down on a chair by the bar counter, Neil sitting beside him, the CWA camera crew slowly stagger over to Weapons position there gear heavier then usual as the camera set is a new and improved model just not as mobile, the CWA tape starts just as Neil orders in a Vodka and coke for himself and a diet coke for Lethal.)

Weapon:
Now let me start off by mentioning the things I saw up in my room earlier on, the events I saw before me and the words I heard fall out of my opponents mouth like knifes to an already dead mans body.
Freak, you came out with some heavy words last night and you said some pretty dangerous things to a man of my stature, to a man with my temper, and it may well just cost you.
You see Freak, I have met your type before, you think this is all a game, all a joke, yet your persona, your way of life is that pathetic you need to use my damn name to scare off a pathetic weed of a police officer! You need to stand at the roadside and make an officer scared by saying to him that you are my friend, when truth be told, you are far from it, if that damn arse of an officer had any knowledge of wrestling, me or even you, he would not have been so stupid to one, stand against me, and two run away from you! As for the Scooter, nice ride, I mean superb, that must really get you places, I mean what’s your next trick Fido, you going to ride into Calgary on Tricycle, you going to paint kids faces red, come on Clown, what you going to do next, where tugboats for fucking footwear and a red nose and call yourself Doink!
Freak, you want to run around here trying to be a funny man go ahead, but when you are destroyed in that ring at Assault you will realise this ain’t no damn stage show, this ain’t no damn circus, this is the CWA, the biggest federation in the wrestling industry with the biggest names and the biggest reputation, and ill be damned if I am dragged down by a no good low life piece of scum making a mockery of this business with your jokes and laughs, when me, Neil and the world know this match is what separates us, and decides where we end up with our careers in the CWA, this match decides for both of us exactly where we belong in the ranks of this federation.

For you Freak, this match is just another joke, another game, another episode to your already boring jokes, you want to make people laugh go be the next Eddie damn Murphy, you want to be the best and fight, the you grow up and fight me like a man, not like a boy before puberty!
Now Freak, you said to your boyfriend on the phone your having second thoughts about this Saturday, about Assault, about me and you one on one, your thoughts surrounded by the feeling that you will not come out of that match with the right mind, well I promise you this, you are already a sandwich short of a picnic, a nutcase in the open, no man unless stupid as fuck speaks back to me and actually thinks they might come out of there match against the Lethal Weapon the winner of the damn match! So your worries about coming out without the right mind after our match is simply bullshit, you never had the right mind in the first place!
Now Freak your height and weight as I said before is a major disadvantage, any wrestler, boxer or just plain fighter knows that being nearly 4” shorter then me and just under 100 pounds lighter then me is no damn advantage for you, I have more length with my punches as well as power and I have the ability to throw you from pillow to post cause your so damn light, there simple facts Freak, facts that any true pro knows, oh, but of course your no true pro, you’re a little boy stuck in a mans body, trying to play your games, trying to act younger then my son of 2 years old, you are trying to make people laugh but instead they see your promo coming up and think ‘oh look hear comes that idiot again, I wonder what stupid things he is going to do this time!’
Your not funny, your pathetic and as for your Schlitz Malt Liquor, believe me numskull after our match you can drink as many as you like, you can have cases of the stuff, barrels, but first of all speak to the doctors and nurses at your bedside about permission, we wouldn’t want a doctor to poke you in the ass with a needle for bad behaviour now would we little boy, I mean actually, Hospital would be the almighty dropzone for you, cause being your actually an old man with nothing going for him they would place you with all those old wrinkly fuckers waiting in line on there death beds, you would hate being there wouldn’t you Freak?
Well I promise you, back chat me again, and I will make sure I put you there you son of a bitch! Talking of bitches seems the little boy got his knob in on the way after me, congratulations for knobbing the waitresses stand by, that girl up there, the one I have no idea, the name of, came to Calgary to tell me exactly what you were up to and you know what, I think its time we sorted this out now.
You are following my footsteps trying to get a word with me, well you got that alcoholic cameraman, I forget the son of bitches name, but you can speak to me through that, and I expect your next words to be an apology and a request for you to be allowed to forfeit your match and make me the winner by no show.

Now Freak, you also decided to make fun of my name, well that is real talent that, when a wrestler can stand by and take the piss out of his opponents name, I mean that is real damn classy!
Now Steve Blackman, a no good low carder that had one maybe two highlights in his whole career, Lethal Weapon, a man that has broke boundaries, set new standards, beat the best, been a hall of famer in numerous feds and survived some of the deadliest matches in wrestling history, yet you like all those mid card wannabes before you, compare me and WWE’s Blackman?
So what, Blackman had a nickname AKA Lethal Weapon, but my actual name IS Lethal Weapon my nickname being the Human Wrecking Machine, or The No.1 Assassin, I have no resembalence to Steve Blackman except for the fact my name matches his nick name, well spotted there Freak, and once again, you prove to the world how truly sad you really are!

Now other then the fact that at Assault that suit and tie Shannon Skanks has placed me against a child I am also worried sick about the fact this child trapped in that ugly fuckers body has been making hidden remarks about my sexuality, well bum boy, I was until recently married to one of the greatest women in this sport, Sheryl Marie Gray, but things happen and I have moved on, but what worries me now that I am single is my first opponent since we split is more then obliged to hug me even though the thought to me is sickening, he is making comments about his cock and has proven just by his actions that he is a queer in disguise, not that I am against gays, I just don’t appriciate it when one of them offers to hug me in the pre match promo time for our fight at Assault!

Now as for me being bigger and stronger then you, damn right, you say your more then a match for me, ha, I have heard that from more talented opponents then you, men that have won floods of titles and been at the very top of the ladder, I have beat heroes, legends a number of them trying to live out the rest of there careers right beside us here in the CWA, and yet you think you can out do me, The Lethal Weapon, the No.1 Assassin.
You may be good on the mat just as you are in the air, but you don’t have my skills, my abilities, the same attributes that make you the very best, the ones that raise you to a new level, a new height, the ones that give you the opportunity to lead the business through a new era, an opportunity I was given and one I took, and right now and until I am no more, this era will remain the era of Lethal mother fucking Weapon, the biggest, baddest SOB in the wrestling world EVER!

Now Freak, although in every other way you disappoint me, I was impressed with your homework, unbelievable if I must say so, and I mean that, not many would have picked up info on my injury against 6 Pac last year, they would have looked more at the documents, but you worked as I did, by video evidence by scouting, by watching your opponents every move, you saw that Sword plunge into my ribs at Act Of Apocalypse in the very first CWA, it was an injury that haunts me to do this day, one that nearly killed me.
However my injury is not in need of protection, its no more then a scar these days, unlike yours, the pad covering it from serious damage, tell me, that car accident and the injury from the cell, how will they affect our match, you see I am an Assassin for more then one reason, I know how to hurt someone and I know how to work someone down, this injury might be another one of these downfalls you seem to have so many of. My injuries although in there many are not near as serious, so are we on a level playing field? No, you see I am not badly hurt, I have no constant strains or pains in any part of my body, I am not in need of attire to help me protect my weak spots, and you know why? Cause I have none.

Freak at Assault you have one warning;
DO NOT HUNT….WHAT YOU CANNOT KILL…DO NOT ATTACK…WHAT YOU CANNOT DESTROY! I AM NO MYTH, BUT I AM A LEGEND… I AM NO PSYCHO, BUT I AM A DAMN KILLER!

(Weapon drinks down the rest of his drink as Neil finishes his fourth, the two men walk off away from the camera and back into the main reception, and old granddaddy clock can be heard in the silence, the reception worker is asleep behind the desk.)

Weapon:
You staying in the hotel tonight.

Neil:
No my friend, Racquel the girl from the party a couple of night ago lives locally to hear I am spending the night there.

Weapon:
Ok man, well ill see you tommorow.

Neil:
Yeah ok man.

(The two men separate, Neil heads back threw the doors to the car park as Weapon begins climbing the stairs again trying to stop them from creaking to much, he walks threw the door on the left and heads into Room 12, he closes the door behind him and looks relived to be back in his room, he notices the bathroom door open and the light off, the waitress must have left, he lies down on his bed, the warm fabric feeling good on his skin as he takes of his shirt exposing his muscle bound body, suddenly from the balcony the waitress walks through the closed curtains, she is in nothing but a white robe, obviously newly opened as the wool is still thick and fluffy and not destroyed by washing machines, she stands over the bed of Lethal Weapon looking over him as he lays comfortably his eyes closed, she closes the door, the small thud alerts Weapon who jumps up to meet whoever the imposter is, but as he does he stops himself seeing the waitress, he is sitting up his feet on the floor his body facing the standing women, the two stare into each others eyes before she leans down and shares a passionate kiss with him, she un does the robe and is about to take it off as the screen fades to black with her words whispered “my name is Claire.”)