A New Beginning?
(Night has fallen. The sky is as dark as can be, with a multitude of clouds in the sky. Rain is falling from them rapidly, as well as heavily. In the distant, a Thunderstorm can be hear, approaching in this direction. Eventually, after looking up at the Sky, the Camera pans down, where a figure is standing, very still in the Background. The Rain is hitting his head and his shoulders, leading to him getting drenched. The Camera zooms in, it's Johnny Scumm. The Camera stops zooming in, but Scumm begins to approach the lens. He then kneels down in the Mud)
Scumm: Welcome. Welcome, Wrestlezone Championship Wrestling, to MY world. The world of Johnny Scumm. You do not know me and I do not know you, nor do I wish to. However, in a very short while, you will know me, without a doubt in the world. "Why?", I hear you ask. Well, here's why. Very soon, I will have my first match with WZCW. It will be a Battle Royal, to earn a Contract with them. That match, is mine to win. The Company, is mine to dominate. Once I get my Contract, I will be going after anyone and everyone. Again, I hear you ask, "Why?". You see, when you debut with any Company, no matter what profession you may be in, you need to prove yourself. Now, don't get me wrong, I've proved myself time and time again in my life, but never in front of these people that call themselves "Wrestlers". Obviously, they've never come across me before and they're not going to know how to when they do. You see, I am a little bit different to most.
(He stands and walks over to a Log, where he sits hiself down. The rain is still bouncing off of his head)
You see, I'm different because to live, I fight. It's all I have ever done, also, all I ever will do. When I was just 13, a little boy, I was abandoned. Left to fend for myself. Well, it didn't go as planned. I ended up living in backstreets, alleyways, shop fronts, trying to scrounge every last morsel of food or drink I could lay my grimy hands on. But then, a light came on in my Head. I heard, through word of mouth, about an underhanded business that arranged backstreet brawls, anything goes, any gender, fight for your life kind of things. I knew that it was for me. I hit 17 and I started to make an effort. Started running daily, before I had another revelation. There was a Gym I found, the back door was a bit dodgy, so I took it as my Home every night. I used the Equipment in it to it's full extent. Not before long, I was "it". I was the fighting machine that I knew would win these Brawls. So I entered. I fought men and women alike, to a bloody mess, day in and day out. Many times I would have my face battered in, or my bones damaged, but I never, ever backed down. I would fight a fight with my leg in Plastercast, little did they know it was an advantage. A large one as well. Slowly, but surely, the money began to roll in. I could afford my own place, a small flat in Rochdale in Manchester. I took rent out on that and stayed there during the days, whilst fighting through the night. Then the day came, where I couldn't take no more. I was fighting one of the toughest men I'd ever taken on, but I figured his weak spot out. I was using it to my advantage, but these kinds of people have friends. From behind, I was smashed in the Shoulder with a Sledgehammer. It put my Shoulder out and I was in hospital for a few weeks. They managed to get me fixed up, but ever since that night, my Shoulder isn't what it used to be. But back to WZCW. You see, I don't see why they need to make me fight for a Contract. The bastards think they'll put me in a Battle Royal, with NINE other men, all who think they're worthy of getting a Contract with the Company. Let me tell you now. All 9 of you. You're NOT worthy and you never will be. When I'm the last man standing in the middle of that Ring, you'll all look up at me and know that I am the one. Destined to fight in WZCW.
(Scumm then stands up again, wiping his backside of all the muck from the Log he was sat on. He goes to say something, but a voice from somewhere is heard)
(?): JOHNNY! Remember me?!
I hear you, I don't see you. Get out here!
You don't remember this voice Johnny? The voice you knew for 13 whole years?
What? You can't be?
It's me Johnny, your Father.
How did you even know I was here and what makes you even think that I want to see you? You abandoned me, along with mum, to go off and get a "better life". Obviously, like most other things, you screwed that up as well.
Look, Johnny, I've been following you. Not for long though, it was a coincidence actually. I happened to hear about you and your fighting through a friend of mine. He was watching you at one of your fights. I thought from then, I needed to find you. See how you've changed. You're nothing like the boy I raised.
You're trying to make me forgive you, aren't you? Look, how do you expect me to do that, after EVERYTHING you put me through?
I know, I know. I wasn't the best Father in the World. I could've done a lot more to be a good one, but I didn't. I regret it now.
(Both men are standing, face to face. The Rain is now soddening Johnny's Father, making both men look drenched)
But I can't just forgive you, can I?!
(Scumm's Father reaches out his arms to Johnny)
Please, Johnny. Just this one moment.
(Johnny walks up to his Father. He stands in his arms and embraces the Moment. As Scumm moves away from the hug with his Father, he boots him in the Gut and the Father falls to the Floor, in the Mud)
IT'S BEEN TOO LONG FATHER, TOO LONG! THERE'S NO CHANCE IN HELL THAT I'M GOING TO FORGIVE YOU, EVER!
(Johnny's Father is calling out for forgiveness, but Scumm kneels down beside him. He then puts him in his Finishing Move, the "Memory Loss. Scumm's Father screams out in pain as Scumm eventually lets go. He laughs to himself and crawls over to the Camera)
Watch out WZCW, there's Scumm coming. And he's not holding back, he WILL be your new Superstar.
(He laughs to himself some more, staring at the Camera, whilst running his Fingers through his Hair. He sits there, breathing heavily, yet doing nothing more)