The Time Has Come...

The scene opens up inside the Air Canada Centre in Toronto, Ontario. The anticipation of TWC’s first pay-per-view in almost a year is in the air as a crowd of people can be seen standing on the sidewalk, just waiting for their chance to step inside to take part in the excitement that will soon be, Starcade. People from all walks of life can be seen: older men, bringing their grandsons to their first ever event. Teenagers, eagerly waiting to see the superstars they’ve idolized for so long. Then, spread throughout the crowd, are those women who, with nothing other then their best friend at their side wait, imagining what their “favorite” star(s) will look like in person. They all wait, quite patiently as the doors do not open for another couple hours. Cars drive by, honking as they see the cameraman standing nearby taking in the pictures. The scene fades to black as the crowd begins to get a little more rowdy as a man will a bullhorn announces how much longer of a wait they must endure...

...Inside the arena, in the locker room area, the camera shows many of the TWC superstars getting ready for their matches. Since there are not many people taking part in the event this evening, only a few are seen. The cameraman makes his way pass the wrestlers and down a hallway. Turning down, into another hallway, the camera shows a door that is slightly open. Walking closer to the door, the cameraman is met by TWC announcer, Jimmy Jam Moulding...

JJ: “I think this is his locker room. Now, before we go in there, I have to remind you - he’s probably not in the best of moods right now. So, just be sure that if things get out of hand – that you’ve got my back, okay?”

The cameraman nods, moving the camera up and down. But, before JJ can knock on the door, it swings open and standing in the door way is Rex Butler. Looking at the two men, Rex’s eyes narrow and he takes a deep breath inward....

Rex: “What the hell?”

JJ: “Rex... hey man! I was just wondering if I could get a few words from you about your up-coming tournament tonight? I’ve already spoken with Deacon and Loose Cannon. And supposedly other TWC reporters have talked to both Apex and Winkle Piddle. And, seeing as how you’ve been a little distant from the cameras and everything this week, I thought I would try...”

Rex: “Distant? From the cameras? I don’t mind the cameras. I don’t mind the questions - it’s just, the people holding the camera and asking the questions that get to me. Now, before I allow you to enter my locker room... you better rethink a couple of your questions, or maybe all of them. Because if you ask me a stupid question... hell, I’ll give you ONE. If you ask me more then two idiotic questions... so help me God, you’ll never want to come back to work again!”

JJ looks at the cameraman and nods...

JJ: “I will definitely try not to do that, Rex. May we come in?”

Rex, shooting JJ a glance at his sudden “self-invitation”, opens the door, allowing both men to enter his locker room. After closing the door behind him, Rex sets down on the couch in the locker room as JJ and the cameraman set up for the interview...

JJ: “Rex... some people around the business have been talking this past week about how tonight could be one of the toughest nights of your career. Basically facing three other teams, of two – single-handedly. Now, I know you’ve heard the remarks made by your opponents tonight, during the week, and the last we heard from you - you never really gave an answer to the questions that were asked. So, seeing as how you’re here - and it’s almost “game time” - do you feel like you have any comments towards your opponents?”

Rex, looking at the reporter sternly....

Rex: “That’s one. One more, and you’re gone. That’s a bad way to start off an interview... I thought you’ve been doing this for a while. Well, that shows I was wrong. Do I have anything to say towards my opponents for tonight? Yes. However, this is one team that is undeserving of me commenting on them. And that team is Winkle Piddle. It’s amazing what the wrestling business will allow to compete these days. Puppets? PUPPETS! What the fuck is Crasher thinking, bringing in these two children’s playthings? This is a respectable business, and the one man that wanted to keep it that way, is the same man that hired these two idiots! Should Missy and I be worried about them? Hell no! Should anyone ELSE be worried about them - maybe not. But I just want Crasher to know that in one week - he’s fucked up twice. Now, I may not be the only one keeping tabs. But I have a reason to. Heh, and I know when I good time is to tell the world about that reason. And it’s most certainly not tonight.”

“But, back to the subject of my opponents that are awaiting my replies. Let me first start off with Apex. Now, I just saw their little tape from very early this morning. Playing football in a house? Openly admitting that you’re a child at heart, Fusi0n? Knowing that tonight, the future of both you “kids” could easily be erased in a matter of minutes? You say that you’re confident in your abilities to defeat everyone, on your way to becoming TWC Tag Team Champions? Well... I think that’s just telling yourself the most bold-face lie I’ve ever heard! I don’t see why you would be so confident. Fusi0n, you may have gotten past a few of the big names here in TWC... yet, when it came down to the moment of truth - and you kept telling yourself and everyone around you that you could be “The Extreme One” - what happened? Yes, you did take me to the limit. Many have, so don’t think that just because you got recognized for it, that it means something. I will not deny that I have been taken to the limit before, and I will not say it won’t happen again. But the one thing that I can say and everyone in this building knows that it’s true is this: Everyone that’s taken me to the limit.... has lost. Sure, you can take Rex Butler all the way; make everyone think that you’ve got me beat. But the fact remains that - you don’t beat Rex Butler unless the bell rings and you’re announced the victor. So in your mind, and in the minds of everyone’s that taken me “the distance” - knowing that, is like a small victory unto itself. Yet... no one, in over a year has known what it’s like to defeat me! And tonight, it will be no different.”

“And staying on the topic of Apex or a minute. Let me switch over and talk about my good pal, Sneaky Pete. Now, Pete... you may seriously not remember, or just don’t care to recall what happened to you, about two weeks ago. Because, as I’ve said before - that’s an image that will stay with me for a long time. I will savor that moment for as long as I can - and don’t worry... whenever we step foot into the ring again... I will remind you of it. Hell, Petey, if you’re lucky - I might just let you experience it all over again! Now, I could go on and on, talking about Sneaky Pete. But you see... there’s nothing really left to say about him. Every one knows how I feel about Pete - and how he feels about me. That’s why we’re enemies. And plus, I don’t really want to spend all my time talking about someone who isn’t worthy of it. But, I will say this, about their little “video” this morning. Apparently, Apex got themselves a little “promotion” deal with DVD players... good for them. So, in the month that you’ve come back to TWC, the only REAL success you’ve gotten is a deal to promote shitty electronic devices and the chance to get your asses beat, once again! You two should feel really proud of yourself. But, I have to ask a simple question of the both of you. If you lose tonight – and you’re in no shape, physically or mentally to do anything - what are you going to do about doing commercials? Oh wait, you can just go ahead and do the commercials, because once people find out about who’s promoting what - they’ll go under, because no one will buy something that’s sold by a couple of loser “kids” who are just trying to have a “good time”.

JJ: “Wow... those are some pretty....”

Rex: “Was I done? No. Just sit right there, do yourself a favor and don’t talk - because you’re already fifty percent out of here. And just tell that cameraman to keep rolling, because I’m a long way from being done here!”

“I’ve said my piece about Apex. Now, apparently, it’s time to move on to the bigger fish. Deacon and Loose Cannon. Let’s start with Cannon. I don’t know if it’s just me, or if you’ve completely lost touch with what you used to be. I remember, about a year ago - everyone was dreading Loose Cannon matches. Everyone remembers the old LC - the one that was on a rampage and who swore that everyone in his way was going to regret it. What happened to that man? Well... he “saw the light” and turned on his brother; on the Kliq. For what reason? To be with Deacon? Cannon, I don’t think you realize it man... but since you went with Deacon – you’ve become weak. You’re weakening because you’re allowing someone ELSE control your life. You’re letting your tag team partner determine what you drink – and so far, he’s made a few choices for you already. But just think about that, before you get into the ring tonight. It’s only for your own good.”

“And this... well, this brings me to the big man himself, huh? Deacon... you’re back from a hiatus that you should still be on. Now, just why are you making a return? Is it to avenge the loss of your brother? Is it because you can’t sit by and watch someone else take your place as the big man in TWC? I know you’ve got your problems. Everyone does. But what’s the saying: don’t bring your problems to the job? Something like that, right? Well, to me that doesn’t really matter. I heard what you said about “drinking” and the pain that it has caused you in your life. Your uncle – the alcoholic train-chaser? You want everyone to feel sorry for someone who was dumb enough to think that he could catch a moving train? He did what? Lost an arm? Well, let’s just hope that it wasn’t his drinking hand! Hahaha! And your father? He must have known what he was doing, drinking and smoking for all those years as you were growing up, thinking that he was the man that made everything all right. I’m sure you grew up thinking your father was the greatest person on the planet. Well, what you didn’t know, as a young child was that your father knew what he was doing. He knew that it would eventually be the end of him... and he did it, all with a smile on his face. And why is that? The simple fact that he didn’t want to see his son make a fool himself in the wrestling profession! Deacon, I will NOT sit here and feel sorry for your uncle and father. Why? Because I don’t have to. I don’t believe in pity. Pity is just another sign of weakness... and weak is something I am NOT! So, go get your pity from someone else. Hell, maybe you can try cracking open one of your “beers” from Cannon and try drowning them - just like your FATHER!!”

“Oh, yes... now, seeing as how I’ve made those comments, I will surely get a lecture from you, or maybe even Crasher himself. But that’s okay. I know that now, what ever “ill feelings” you had towards me are that much worse. And that’s the way I like it. You see... in the summer of last year, your brother and I were going at it pretty heavily for the TWC Royal Championship - the title that I NEVER lost! And I beat him, to retain it. Not to mention the other times that I have beaten him. Which, reminds me... you said something about having Fiona interfere and stop me from bashing your brother’s head in with a steel chair last year. Well, she saved him that time. But ask yourself this question, Deacon. Where’s Goliath? Your brother has run off... into God knows where! And Fiona? Well, I’m sure you know where she is. Because again, it doesn’t really matter to me. All I know is that later tonight... if the chance shows itself... I will not hesitate to take a steel chair to your face! And who in their right mind is going to stop “The Extreme One”? Well... I’d hate for everyone to find out. Personally, I hope someone does try to interfere - because that’s just another name on the list of people who have gone up against Rex Butler - and failed.”

Rex gets up from his seat and walks out of the locker room... leaving the two men motionless in their seats. The scene quickly fades to black...