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[[**The Scene opens inside the Ford Center of Oklahoma City, Oklahoma. The camera shows Brent Daley inside the medical center as 2 EMT stand around him. One EMT is writing while the other does the check over on The Extremist. After a few mins someone comes through the doors and reads the report done by the EMT. He looks over at Brent and back at the report. He sits the clipboard on the table and walks over to Brent whos lying on the bed**]]

"MEDCIAL DOCTOR" Jamie Whincup:
Mister Daley, Dr Whincup here. I just looked over your report and we will have to keep you in here for a week or so, just to keep an eye on your concussion. It looks as if you had taken a nasty knock to your head

"THE EXTREMIST" Brent Daley:
No, No, No. I cant stay here. Im completely fine. Nothing wrong with me.

"MEDCIAL DOCTOR" Jamie Whincup:
You arent medically cleared to wrestle, you have taken a few bumps to the head, leaving you with a bad concussion. You arent fit enough to get back out there. We need to keep you here for a week, just to make certain.

"THE EXTREMIST" Brent Daley:
Look Doc, Ive been in this situation before. Ive been thrown through Glass cells, off Cages and ontop wooden tables. If I say Im okay, then Im okay. Otherwise, I will stay, but at the moment, Im 100 percent fine and ready. Anyways, I've got shit to deal with and People to take care of.

"EMT" Todd Kelly:
Mister Daley, We cant force you to stay, but we can advice the best medical treatment and get you back as soon as possible.

"THE EXTREMIST" Brent Daley:
Sorry Junior, Like you said, You cant force me to stay. So instead, Im going to get up off this bed, walk out of this room and attend to some very important business I need to take care of. If anything happens to me, its my own fault, but I said, I know what my body is capable of and its limits. So how about you just do whatever it you guys do and let me get back to what I do and then we can all just be happy.

"MEDCIAL DOCTOR" Jamie Whincup:
Let him go Todd, his a Veteran Wrestler. If he knows what his doing, let him go.

"EMT" Todd Kelly:
Yes Doctor, I'll just tidy up here and then we can head off.

"MEDCIAL DOCTOR" Jamie Whincup:
Mister Daley, Dont tell us we didnt warn you. Concussions are very serious and shouldnt be taken lightly. But if you say, your fine. Then your right to leave.

"THE EXTREMIST" Brent Daley:
Thank you Doctor. Make sure you check your mailbox Doc, there will def be a Christmas card in there from me. And you too junior, there will be a christmas card in your mail box also. Catch you later, I've got some things I need to take care of.

[[**Brent jumps off the bed and heads out the door. Shutting it behind him, he picks up his duffle bag and pulls out his Cell Phone. Suddenly a WWCF staff walks up to Brent Daley**]]

"EVENT PLANNING" Steve Johnson:
Mister Daley, I have that information you asked for.

"THE EXTREMIST" Brent Daley:
Thanks Steve. You might as well give it to me know.

"EVENT PLANNING" Steve Johnson:
Your in a non title match against Will Jackson. You also have been booked for a segment on Pulse also.

"THE EXTREMIST" Brent Daley:
Will Jackson? Who's that? Thats against the point. Thanks Steve for getting me that.

"EVENT PLANNING" Steve Johnson:
No Problem Mister Daley, Is there anything else I can get for you?

"THE EXTREMIST" Brent Daley:
Not at this moment, You've done enough. I'll call if I need anything else. Right now, I need to make a call.

[[**Brent begins pressing buttons on his cell phone and then puts it up too his ear. There is Silence for a few seconds and then Brent begins to talk**]]

"THE EXTREMIST" Brent Daley:
Grandma, Its Brent. Im in Oklahoma City. Wanted to know if you'd like to catch up?

"EXTREMIST GRANDMA" Grandma Ethel:
Grant?

"THE EXTREMIST" Brent Daley:
No Grandma, Its Brent....BRENT!!

"EXTREMIST GRANDMA" Grandma Ethel:
Oh Brent. Is everything okay my dear?

"THE EXTREMIST" Brent Daley:
Yes Grand, Im in Oklahoma City and thought maybe you'd like to catch up.

"EXTREMIST GRANDMA" Grandma Ethel:
Oh that would be lovely dear. Im meeting up with my friend Marge, do you mind if she comes with us. Its an annual event we attent together.

"THE EXTREMIST" Brent Daley:
Thats Fine Grand, I'll come around now and we'll head off. I will see you soon

"EXTREMIST GRANDMA" Grandma Ethel:
Okay Grant, I will see you soon.

"THE EXTREMIST" Brent Daley:
Its BRENT.....

[[**Brent hangs up the phone and throws it back into his duffle bag. He picks up his bag, throws it over one shoulder and begins walking down the hall. The scene cuts black and cuts to commerical break**]]

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[[**The camera begins to roll, as we're taken inside of a large hall. There are twelve tables set up on two sides, with a dozen chairs at each table. Each chair has an elderly man, or women sitting upon it. There are three large clear windows on each side of the walls peering out to the outside world, where it's a dark and cloudy night. At the head of the hall is a large wooden table with an even large podium to its side.**]]

[[**On the podium is a machine pumping little white balls throughout it rapidly. The balls fly back and forth, up and down while two middle aged women sit at the table beside it. One women with brown hair, and a large white dress, with red and yellow flowers on it. The other women has a pair of black jeans on with a red tank top and a white sweater. These two women deliberate over who's gonna call out the numbers on the balls.**]]

[[**The brown haired women rises up from her seat with a smile on her face and slowly walks over to the ball machine. She grabs a microphone from inside the podium tests it out, and then welcomes the crowd.**]

"HEAD OF BINGO" Jenny:
'Welcome ladies and gentlemen to our 17th Annual Bingo Madness Night! Now we're gonna start off tonight with our first game, just straight up Bingo. You can win one of three ways. Diagonal, Horizontally, or of course Vertically. If by chance you think you've got Bingo, just yell it out loud and one of out advisers will come on by and check it for you. Now this game is for two thousand dollars. We will begin once the clock strike nine, so you all have a good five, to seven minutes left. Thank you!'

[[**Jenny walks back over to her seat, as her and the other women begin to talk once again. The camera begins a slowly circulation of the concrete floored hall, watching all the elderly people gather up their paper sheets, and colorful bingo markers. As the camera veers to its right we see a brown haired, younger man with his head lowered and a blue bingo marker in his hand. To his left is a white haired, elderly women, with her tiny glasses covering her eyes. Across from the young man is another elderly women, with red hair, and her skin slowly dropping from her body.**]]

"EXTREMIST GRANDMA" Grandma Ethel:
'Brent my boy, pick you're head up. Don't slouch, hasn't you're mother been teaching you these things?'

[[**Slowly the man raises his head, and reveals himself to be the "THE EXTREMIST" Brent Daley. The women on his right, is sought out to be his Grandmother by the name of Ethel. The women across from him is one of his grandmothers best friends Marge. Brent shakes his head in disbelief as the camera begins to zoom in on him, in his embarrassed state. Daley sits up right and rolls his eyes to the ceiling while his grandmother begins to wipe off his white collared shirt, of dust.**]]

"EXTREMIST GRANDMA" Grandma Ethel:
'You're such a mess right now, boy. Whats the matter? You're becoming such a stick in the mud, Brent.'

"FRIENDLY GRANDMA" Grandma Marge:
My grandson's the exact same way, Ethel. These boys today just aren't like the boys in our day. There far to lost. Oh with their rock music, and uhm hip? hop? Stuff.'

[[**Brent mouths to himself "Oh my god" as the two women talk between each other. Slowly lowing his head toward his paper bingo card and rests it on his left hand while his right hand, frantically tabs stabs the table with a loud clunk every time. We can see him quickly jerking his foot up and down loosing his patients already.**]]

"EXTREMIST GRANDMA" Grandma Ethel:
'Cut that out right now! You stop acting like such a child. After what I saw of you on the television set, Thursday Night, you're lucky I don't take down those pants of yours and give you a bare ass whippin.'

"THE EXTREMIST" Brent Daley:
'What Gran Gran? I'm just... just anxious to get this stared. And I told you, Thursday Night wasn't my fault its was I was cheap shotted by that beast. If I wasnt busy celebreating my win, I would of saw it come. You know what its like working with a bunch of.....'

"EXTREMIST GRANDMA" Grandma Ethel:
Mmhmm! Boy in our day we never got that way, and if we did, we were taught a very, very hard lesson.'

"FRIENDLY GRANDMA" Grandma Marge:
'Oh Ethel. My grandson is the mirror image. These boys today, all they do it fight, and bicker. It's like they all have something to prove and what not. Back in our day, everyone was friendly with one another and got along. I tell ya, kids these days.'

[[**Suddenly the camera turns its attention to the head of the room where the brown haired, flower dressed women, walks over to the podium once again. She grabs the microphone and taps it once again like earlier to get the crowds attention. Everyone seems to be seated now, and watching the head of the room, as a large white screen begins to lower and a camera in set up so the numbers called, can be seen largely as well. Both of the grandmothers get themselves ready, as The Extremist slumps along,rising up and getting his marker ready.**]

"HEAD OF BINGO" Jenny:
'Ladies and Gentlemen, we're going to begin! Now as I call out the numbers if you have them, just mark em' on you're sheets. Once you've completed a straight line, horizontal line, or diagonal line just simply shout Bingo! With you're hand held high. Now let's begin!

B-4!'... B-4!

[[**Everyone begins searching their pages frantically as Brent sits there with a bored, and annoyed look on his face. He slowly just begins marking off any numbers to please his grandmother who every now and then takes a glimpse over to make sure Brent's taking part.**]]

"FRIENDLY GRANDMA" Grandma Marge:
'So Brent, what is it that you do? Are you rich?'

"THE EXTREMIST" Brent Daley:
'Well Marge! I'm a professional wrestler. I wrestler for WWCF, if you have any idea what that is, I'm doubting it though.'

"FRIENDLY GRANDMA" Grandma Marge:
'Oh that's nice. Sounds like fun. Do you travel in the Olympics too? You're an Olympic wrestler, must be famous huh?'

[[**The Extremist looks at Marge as if shes lost her marbles. He mumbles to himself "What the fuck?" as she and Ethel continue to mark of numbers as there called out.**]]

BG-49! ... G-49! ..................... N-32! ... N-32! ...........

"THE EXTREMIST" Brent Daley:
'No, Dasiy Duke. I said professional wrestler. I wrestle for World Wrestling Championship Federation . A company. Bigger than the Olympics. No where in that previous sentence did I say Olympics.'

"EXTREMIST GRANDMA" Grandma Ethel:
'We was on the television the other night. He's a bit sensitive because big muscle man, who was going kinda balded kicked him in the face and knocked him out. The man was kinda cute, he he he he.'

[[**Brent slams his head onto the table while the two grandmothers laugh. He begins to pick up his head, and turn his attention away from the two women and focus on his bingo card, some what. Still continuing to randomly dab numbers but trying to make them think he's trying to focus on it, and not them.**]]

'I-17! ... I-17!'

"FRIENDLY GRANDMA" Grandma Marge:
'You know Brent. My grandson also wrestles. He just got into the whole, wrestling business thing. I don't think you're gonna know him.'

"THE EXTREMIST" Brent Daley:
'So then why would you bring it up? Just to hear yourself talk?'

"FRIENDLY GRANDMA" Grandma Marge:
'Yes thats right, he wrestles like you do. '

[[**Daley continues to look at Marge in amazement as she continues to make her own sentences up in her head. He shakes his head off and stares at her baffled.**]]

'0-69! .... 0-69! ........................... B-14! .... B-14! ...

"THE EXTREMIST" Brent Daley:
'OK. So whats his name, maybe I do know em.' Maybe I've heard of em.'

"FRIENDLY GRANDMA" Grandma Marge:
'His name... is Will. William Jackson. He's a new boy around wrestling.'

[[**Brent's jaw drops as he stares at Marge with fire now. He knows he's facing Will this upcoming Thursday Night and that this women sitting before him is the grandmother of his opponent.**]]

'I-21!... I-21!'...'

"THE EXTREMIST" Brent Daley:
'So you mean to tell me that you're grandson is none other than Will Jackson? How ironic.'

"EXTREMIST GRANDMA" Grandma Ethel:
'Why's that? Do you know him or something?'

"THE EXTREMIST" Brent Daley:
Oh Grand, Your awake, Wasn't too sure. Do I know him? He's in WWCF with me. I've seen him walking around a bunch of times. Sure the guys new, but hes a freak. He needs some help. At first glance, I thought he was a new backstage worker or something..'

"FRIENDLY GRANDMA" Grandma Marge:
'Thats my grandson, ya know!'

"THE EXTREMIST" Brent Daley:
Oh I know, believe me I know. You've both got that great english language that makes me believe damn well that he is your grandson. Lemme tell you this, Marge. You're grandson is taking on the 'The Extremist' this coming Thursday Night. For you I suggest you watch, because it'll be the final time you see him. I've got so much to prove now, and so much to get back after last Thursday attack. Zack's got himself in the wrong situation, against the wrong guy. He wants to come on in, and try and make a name for himself? The unfortunate thing is, he's going up against me. Guy's don't make a name for themselves off of Brent Daley. Brent makes a name of himself against others. Guys like Zack Borden get beaten, decimated, and destroyed against guys like me. They don't consider me the 'The Extremist' for nothing. You're grandson, he's in for a world of hurt, this Thursday. A world of hurt. He wants to be apart of Legacy History and wants a shot at my Legacy Title. Well the only Legacy he'll get, is in the history books as being the one destoryed by the Legacy Champion

'O-73! ... 0-73! ...

"FRIENDLY GRANDMA" Grandma Marge:
!!!BINGO!!!'

"THE EXTREMIST" Brent Daley:
And That may just be the only Win The Jackson Name will ever win. Cause your grandson Will sure as hell won't have a chance in winning.

[[**Brent throws his card across the table and places the marker on the table as Marge makes her way up to collect her winning. The camera zooms out and then fades black and cuts to a commerical break**]]