The scene opens up to a cloudy day. Liz Hathaway is sitting on her couch in her apartment, watching ESPN. Liz is a hardcore sports fan. Liz gets a knock at the door. She stands up stretches and walks to the door. She opens the door and is surprised to see who it is. It is scrawny 6’1 man, weighing about 162 pounds. He looks around 24, and he has giant ears.

Liz: Cole! How are ya?

Cole: I’m doing well, how are you?

Liz: Come in.

Liz lets him in, with excitement in her face. He walks in and examines the small apartment. He goes to sit down. Liz sits down on the opposite couch.

Liz: I’ve been doing well. How about you, I haven’t seen you in years.

Cole: Yeah, I had to go make moves.

Liz: Don’t we all though. What do you do now?

Cole: I’m in the Army. I was stationed here in Missouri, and heard you were in town so I had to stop by. What have you been doing? Sarah said you became a wrestler.

Liz: Yeah, I am currently in a league called XWF.

Cole: You don’t have an athletic bone in your body, let alone wrestling experience.

Liz: Is this why you came here? Look this is my life, and I’m going to live it. I really don’t give a shit if you like it or not. And I’ve been in gymnastics since I was ten, and have been a wrestling fan forever.

Cole: Actually, I came here because I have a problem.

Liz: And your problem is?

Cole: I kind of need to crash here for a while.

Liz: The fuck you mean “crash here.” Don't the army give you a place to stay while stationed?

Cole: About that….. I’m actually AWOL. I was supposed to leave Missouri, to go to Germany, but I didn’t want to leave. I just need your place.

Liz: You want me to harbor a soldier on AWOL?

[blue]Cole: Kind of…

Liz: Hell no, do you know how much time I could get if someone finds out?

Cole: You’re the last person to turn too, everyone else denied me.

Liz: Fine, only because I am your only help.

Cole gets up and hugs Liz.

Liz: Get the hell off of me.

Cole backs away slowly, while examining Liz’s body.

Cole: Elizabeth Hathaway, when did you become so fucking hot?

Liz: First off, NEVER say my first name. Address me as Liz, secondly, never try to make a pass at me. I already have my mind set on someone.

Liz begins to think of Jessie Diaz. Her big blue eyes and brown wavy hair. Liz couldn’t control herself, and immediately became turned on by the sheer thought of Jessie. She bits her lips and smiles, while Cole looks at her like she is crazy. Liz doesn’t care; Jessie was too deep in her head for her to. She thinks of the first time she saw Jessie. It was a few days ago when the weirdo Jonny Rebel started to come on to Jessie, and Liz didn’t appreciate it. When Liz saw Jessie, she was immediately infatuated.

Cole: Are you okay?

Liz snaps back into reality. Jessie has been running through her mind all day, and she seems to be … in love.

Liz: Yeah, I’m okay. Well I guess I can show you around.

Liz and Cole stand up and walk around. Liz is pointing out important parts of the house. She gets to her room, and closes her door quickly, as if she were hiding something.

Liz: This is my room, if you ever need something, I’ll be in here most likely, but you must knock first!

Cole: Um, Ok.

Liz: Make yourself at home.

Cole: Thanks again, Liz. You don’t know how much this means to me.

Liz: Yeah just don’t get fuck up and get caught, and shit. The last place I need to go is prison.

Cole: Believe me; no one will know I am here.

Liz: You better make sure of it.

Liz locks her room door, and comes back to the living room.

Liz: I’m going out; you got TV, and a computer here. DON’T make yourself noticeable.

Cole: Easy peezy boss lady. I got you!

Liz: I’m not fucking playing with you Cole!

Liz walks out of the door, and walks out of her apartment complex. The rays of the sunlight shine bright in her face. She walks down the street, passing by your everyday homeless person, wannabe thug, and little kid. She walks to the local bar. She goes inside to see that it is in poor condition, like Rebel’s attempt to get at Jessie. She sits at the bar and asks for a beer. An obvious drunk man stumbles up to her.

Zeke: Hey baby… my name is … Zeke. And when we have sex, the bed’s gonna squeak.

Liz: And if you know what’s good for you, you’d back the hell up.

Zeke: Why … why the poor attitude girl, you know … you know you want some Big Z.

Liz: Can you get the fuck from around me?

Zeke: Oh just give me a kiss baby.

Zeke reaches over to Liz, and she quickly grabs a beer bottle, breaks it on the bar stool, and points the glass shards at Zeke.

Liz: Back the fuck up or I’ll slit your fucking throat. I am not in the mood for your bullshit.

Bartender: Woah woah, not in this camp. I don’t allow that in my place!

Liz: You’re place is a piece of shit.

Bartender: You don’t want to pick a fight with me sweet heart.

Liz: Why fight the battle you already lost?

Liz drops her bottle, and leaves the bar. She is shocked that it is night time. She was in there longer than she expected, leaving Cole in the house for a few to many hours. She runs to her apartment complex, runs up the stairs, and opens her door to see Cole viewing Jessie Diaz’s profile on the XWF Website.

Liz: What are you doing?

Cole: Obviously you have some sort of obsession with this girl. You even bookmarked her page.

Liz: That’s none of your damn business. I can do whatever the fuck I want. And for your information, I don’t have an obsession with her. She is simply just competition, and I like to pinpoint my competition.

Cole: You could’ve fucking fooled me.

Liz: You know, I don’t have time for this. I have a match with Ric Flair this upcoming Monday, and I have to be prepared mentally. I’m going to freaking bed, good night!

Cole: Night.

Liz goes in her bedroom. Her room has multiple images of Ric Flair, with the mouth cut off, on the walls. His eyes are also blacked out. In this room, the phrase “woo” is written all over the wall.

Liz: Monday, I lace up my Chuck Taylors and show this entire company that I’m not just some eye candy. That I’m not just the girl who has a thing for Jessie Diaz. I’m going to show the world that I can be the best female in this company. And if it means that I have to go through a 60+ year old man, so be it.

Liz throws her Chuck Taylors in the corner, and lies face up in the bed. She reaches on her nightstand and grabs a notebook. Liz writes,

“In this world colored gray, the rainbow is the most hated thing. This is because it is different. It isn’t the average Joe; it doesn’t have a corporate haircut. Instead it has multicolor hair, individual named Leonardo. You can clearly see it out of the pack, because it stands out. It is the loud mouthed motherfucker in the far back with the tie-dye shirt on. So why not is him? Why not be the one that stands outside the pack? Stone Cold said it best when he said, “Why have you not broken from the pack? You’re playing it safe. Safe ain’t going to get you shit in this world.”

Liz then closes her notebook, and the screen fades to black...

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