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SCENE ONE:
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[[**With the cameras rolling, we're taken just feet away from a wooden dock. The lake side, dock rest peacefully on the edge of the water of a dark watered lake. The water is calm, and there is multiple brushes of weeds, and grasses clumped together as well as large trees seen in the far distance. Across the screen a boat slowly begins sailing by. A medium sized, white boat being blown by the heavy winds that every so often develop and cause the water to ripple. Slowly the camera begins to inch closer, and closer to the dock. Finally after a few steps we can hear the camera man walking onto the wooden dock, as his footsteps make a creaking sound with every step taken. The older dock, seems very worn out, and slowly rotted with some of the wood and oddly dark color, different from the brown newly refurbished portions in the dock. As the camera continues to peer out into the distance at the tranquil feeling of being out in the open, with all the fresh air, and cooling breeze, we can hear another pair of footsteps from behind.**]]

"?????"
"Beautiful huh? Peaceful. Calm. Nothing to rally worry about, nothing to really think about. Just somewhere you can kick back, and hang back."

[[**Slowly passing the camera is Brent Daley. Daley has a pair of blue denim jeans on, with a black v-neck t-shirt. On the back of the t-shirt reads in bold, green lettering "EXTREMIST." Brent sits down on the dock, removes his shoes, and white socks, and lets his feet rest over the edge into the lake. Along side him is a large black fishing rod, he had been carrying with him this whole time. Brent lifts up the rod, and toys with it for a moment, and then casts it out deep into the heart of the lake. Another breeze blows through, as the water ripples again. The Extremist kicks his feet slowly through the water. He waits patiently for something.**]]

"THE EXTREMIST" Brent Daley:
"Sometimes you just got to get out, ya know? Sometimes when all the bullshit, and all the drama gets to be too much, you just got to get out and take some time to yourself. This is my sanctuary. The peacefulness. The cooling winds. The calmness of the water, running through your feet. Being out here, helps me clear my head, and it helps me really put things into perspective. I'm actually able to clear my thoughts, and my mind, and just hang.

"THE EXTREMIST" Brent Daley:
I've actually had a lot on my mind lately too. You know there's a lot of things that have slowly built up inside of my stomach, and on the top of my head since I've resigned with WWCF. At times I feel like, coming back and resetting the standards in this business was a silly option. But then many guys would say its failure, could cause that kind of situation I'm in. The deep build up in my stomach. Maybe nerves? Maybe a bit of anxiousness? Failure, however was never and is never, and option. If there is one thing I know, and know of myself, it's that failure is not in my genes. No one in my family has ever failed at the goals they've set. At the standards they set forth for themselves. So failure... doesn't concern me one bit.

"THE EXTREMIST" Brent Daley:
If I had to sit here, and honestly think about it, why should of I have recreate the standard of which this wrestling business should be at. I mean, I created it, and the legacy should of continued, maybe not at the same level, but higher and higher as new blood comes in. Re Living in the footsteps of what I created, and becoming twice the man I ever was, that's what's deeply on my mind. Becoming twice the star, twice the legend, twice the man I ever was. Bringing the name Daley to attention of everyone in the locker room as well as in every arena we sell out. Carrying that name with me for the rest of my career, that's whats really become the focal point of my insane, and exhausting thought process. But why do I whinge and complain? Because instead of watching my kids walk or my wife talk about her job, I put this company first for what its done for me and re create its name for everyone to talk about wherever they are"

[[**Brent begins jerking the rod back and forth and quickly reeling in whatever it is that's caught onto his line. He tugs, and pulls battling with the catch on the other line for a fierce couple of moments. Suddenly getting up to his feet and tugs one last time, with a hard jerk back and reels in a small fish. The fish flops around along the wooden dock for a moment, as Daley looks at it tilting his head to one side for a moment, and then the other. He slowly brings his right foot across the body of the fish and holds it into one place as its rear fins still flop just a bit. starring at the tiny fish with a smirk on his face as he rubs the bridge of his nose.**]]

"THE EXTREMIST" Brent Daley:
"Tiny, tiny thing. Look at it.' Such a small and useless thing. Such a tiny fish, in such a huge lake. A tiny fish, fighting for survival in such a hugely populated and crowded population. The odds this tiny fish survives even another week in this giant lake, are slim. He'd probably be eaten within the next few minutes of me throwing him back by another bigger, stronger, faster fish. The smaller fish have just proven to be nothing but a stepping stone for the bigger fish. A building block for the most dominant and monstrous fish to feed off of, and gain more success throughout this entire lake. The bigger and more successful you are in this kind of lake, the more likely you are to survive.

"THE EXTREMIST" Brent Daley:
Showtime has a lake full of top stars. Guys like 'The Game' HHH and his best friend Ethan Jones. David Arnold, Rain Nightwing, Aleksandr Harkov, Even Jason Sanders. All these guys have proven themselves at stars, the pick of the litter, so to speak. They've thrived off of the weak and pathetic for so long, and slowly withered away the weak to prove to be the strongest. That's what I've decided thats what I’m slowly going to do. Each and every week I'm going to go out there, and slowly distantly each and every opponent they put in front of me. After it's all said and done, I'm going to prove to be the biggest fish in this entire pond once more. Bigger than Harlem Dragon, Devon Skylar and Shane McMahon "

[[**The Extremist kicks the fish back into the lake, that slowly begins to sink for a moment. The camera looses focus of the fish through the dark, mucky water as Brent drops back to his buttocks and sets the rod up again. He fixes the line, and then tosses the rod back and casts it out to the heart of the lake once again. Brent Daley clears his throat.**]]

"THE EXTREMIST" Brent Daley:
"This coming Sunday I've got the opportunity....no Sunday I will go against the man that calls himself Dave Messiah. Now Messiah thought on Thursday on Pulse he would play his first and final mind game. He came out, cheaply took out Will Jackson and Ronnik and claimed that playing in his play ground was a problem and that I’d be his next victim, because it was the second coming of the Messiah. Its funny because seems to be everytime Dave does something he feels is magical, its a new dawning, the re birth.

"THE EXTREMIST" Brent Daley:
What Messiah hasn't seemed to realize thus far is that HE is that tiny fish. He is that little, weak, and pathetic fish set forth in the giant lake that is WWCF. I, however am that bigger... stronger... faster... fish. I am the one that's going to use Dave to grow in this company, and use him as my stepping stone. Ha! Another..."

[[**Slowly he begins reeling in the line again. He seems to be struggling again, but this time he seems more determined. He tugs and pulls frantically now, fighting with whatever is on the other side of the line. A real hard tug, and continuous reeling he finally tugs the fish out of the water as it flaps around splashing the water around it about the dock. Brent chuckles as he slams the giant catch onto the dock and stares at it while it flops around wildly. Brent throws his foot across his torso again, and watches as it's rear fins continue to flip, and flop. Rubning his nose again, with a giant smirk growing from ear to ear.**]]

"THE EXTREMIST" Brent Daley:
"Ha! Ha! This is what I've been talking about. The bigger, stronger fish in the lake. This fish is the definition of myself. The biggest, the strongest, the most dominant. That other fish was the comparison to Dave Messiah and every other WWCF superstar in this company. No future. No brightness in their life, from here on out. After this Sunday Night, I'll prove that Dave is that tiny, little bitch and I'm the big, bad killer, I've sought out to be.

"THE EXTREMIST" Brent Daley:
It's sad for you Dave. A man who's been around for so long, but has done nothing with it. A well known, fan favourite to man and woman living in care homes, a name remember by all who's going to help catapult me to the top of this company. You'll soon realize,. You're just a baby fish, in this giant lake with this big fish swimming around. And I. I'll show that I'm the one that's going to survive through it all. Re Rising to the top faster than last time and i’ll make sure it goes down in history. You're fighting a losing battle. Sunday Night, you'll be begging me for mercy, and the only thing I'll do is smile. I'll smile at the defeated, and saddened look in your eyes when you finally realize you are what I've been saying you are, weak, and pathetic. A nobody, that no one really cares about. That look that I'm going see in your defeated, and beaten eyes, it'll be nothing short .... of Extreme! Ha! Ha!"

[[**Brent removes his foot from his catch, and kicks it back into the lake. He turns away from the camera, still laughing away. He plops back down onto his buttocks, and begins to set up his line again as another breeze blows through. Finishing setting up his line, and casts it out once again. The camera slowly begins to follow the cast out by The Extremist, that hits the center of the lake. The camera pauses, as we hear the chirping of birds in the distance. Slowly the camera begins to cut out, and we go black.**]]

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SCENE TWO:
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[[**It was a Spring afternoon down in Calgary, Alberta, Canada. Tall trees with fresh leaves stand tall above the ground. Some leaves fill the ground except where there are tire marks on the dirt road. On each side of the road there are trees, very little sun reaches the ground. Coming down the road is a man [insert measurement here] . The man is known to be WWCF Superstar, Brent Daley. He is dressed in Denim jeans, black boots and black t-shirt. He walks down the path with his hands in his pocket. He has a grin on his face and his eyes are wide open. He looks deep into the camera and begins to speak.**]]

"THE EXTREMIST" Brent Daley:
"Dave Messiah, do you really think you can be like me? Act like me. Announce your second coming like me, but you can NEVER be me. You think you can actually take down the EXTREMIST?"

[[**Brent Daley keeps walking toward the camera, each step he takes rocks move underneath his boots. As the wind blows Brent Daley looks up and then back into the camera. Then he looks down onto the floor as he begins to speak again.**]]

"THE EXTREMIST" Brent Daley:
"See just like these rocks, sticks and small weed here that I'm stepping on, I will step all over you at Showtime. And to play fair Messiah, we’ll play in your playground, you can have the home ground advantage, cause I know you’ll need it”

[[**Brent takes his foot and slams it right onto a spider crawling pass.**]]

"THE EXTREMIST" Brent Daley:
"Messiah, Messiah. I hope right now you are watching this, and I want you to look me straight in the eyes and open your ears. Sunday night at Showtime, you have absolutely no chance of beating me. You are despicable just like this spider you are worthless. Three weeks ago you were you apart of a force that could of had a real shot at taking over this company, but then Two weeks ago, the 3 of you just all fell apart and went your own ways. I will give it to you Messiah, you were a true man and stayed with the company, unlike those other 2 soft hearted, no balls, no glory clowns. But the question is Dave, was staying and fighting alone the right choice? It's choice - not chance - that determines your destiny. and its chance that you think that you’ll actually win..

[[**Brent Daley pulls his hands out of his pocket and retrieves paper towel, he then wipes the spider off his boot. He then turns and goes into the forest with a patient walk as if he has no worries about anything. As the sun goes down the camera goes into a fade.**]]