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Kitt Kennedy · (10-03-2016)

(The scene opens in a local St. Louis gym where several different gym rats are lifting weights and doing other various exercises. A ring is set up in an adjacent room which had seen better days. As the camera pans around it reveals Kitt Kennedy dressed in his gym shorts and a sleeveless shirt wrestling against another man of very similar build. Alex is standing outside the ring, watching attentively as her man works on perfecting his craft. Kitt slams the man into turnbuckle and catches him with a hard clothesline. Alex jumps up with excitement and Kitt grabs the man by his hair, setting him up for “Lights Out”. Kitt perfectly executes the finisher on him and rolls his limp body over and out of the way so he can make his way to his feet.)

Alex: Yes! That’s how it’s done baby! That’s what makes champions!

Kitt: I have to be perfect….I have to be on top of my game.

(Kitt slides out of the ring and Alex hands him a towel and a bottle of water. Kitt wipes the sweat from his face and puts the bottle of water to his lips, the cool liquid satiating his thirst. Kitt pours the rest over his head and sits in a folding chair next to the ring and rests his elbows on his knees, staring down at the floor. Alex kneels down in front of him and gently raises his chin with her hand to look him in the eye.)

Alex: You are perfect baby. You got this, they aren’t even going to know what hit them.

Kitt: That is right on the money. (stands) They aren’t going to know what hit them at all because I am (holds up his pointer finger and thumb, just barely apart) this close to winning my first XWF championship. That’s what matters right now.

Alex: You are already a champion….in my eyes.

Kitt: (puts his arms around Alex, staring into her eyes) I know I am to you baby…but to get the respect I deserve, I have to prove to everyone tomorrow night that my two wins were not a fluke…I have to show them that I’m the real thing. But for now, we have a plane to catch.

(Kitt picks up his bag and reaches for Alex’s hand. The couple walk out of the gym and to the waiting limo, ready to make their way to Orlando for Savage.)

***SCENE CHANGE***

(The sun begins to set on the beach, the waves gently lapping at the shoreline. The camera pans in to see a set of footprints in the sand winding down the edge of the waterline where the water runs out and then recedes back into the ocean. The camera follows the footprints to reveal Kitt Kennedy walking down the beach barefooted in his jeans and a sleeveless white shirt, hands in his pockets and lost in thought. Kitt stops stares out over the ocean as the shades of the sunset begin to splash across the landscape.)

Kitt: (staring at the ocean, not paying any attention to the camera) It’s funny….how things go in life. How you think that you have it all figured out. Successful career…beautiful wife…and just like that…. (snaps his fingers) …gone just like that. But that’s what makes life, life. Challenges. Obstacles. Adversity. It’s what shapes your character and defines just who you really are…it decides whether you sink or swim, drown or survive. I’ve overcame my demons in the past and decided that I had to prove to myself that I could still do this, that I could still get the job done when all the chips are down and all the cards are on the table. I think I have passed that test. Two matches. Two victories. An undefeated record that still remains intact. I’ve proven to myself that I still got it. But yet that doesn’t seem to be enough to all the so called superstars here in the XWF who still talk their shit, who still act like they are the baddest person in the locker room, thinking that they can intimidate the “rook”. What they fail to realize is that unlike them, all the shit talk, all the puffing out their chests and beating it to look important….I couldn’t care less about what they say, it’s all about action and what are you doing to back your trash up. Everything I have said I’m going to do, I did it. Every goal I’ve set, I’ve crossed it off the list. I don’t just talk the talk, I walk the walk.

(Kitt turns to look into the camera, no cocky arrogance, no smirk, just a focused and serious look across his face.)

Kitt: Isabella, apparently you don’t care for my talk or my attitude. You think that you are better than me? You are going to “eat my soul” and “send me to Hell”? Your hocus pocus charade doesn’t faze me the slightest bit. I’ve seen a million of you come and go, little non-conformists trying to show the world how terrifying they are by embracing the “darkside” and “unleashing the demons of Hell to devour their souls”! (shaking his head) Really? Give me a break. You’re nothing but a goth reject that couldn’t hang at their job at Hot Topic so you figured you could get attention by being the “mysterious girl” that everyone talks about and tries to figure out why she is the way she is. I don’t buy it. Not for one second. But whatever, you want to be some witchy…vampire…bitch then I’ll play along. There’s only one way to rid the world of spawn like you and that’s achieved by driving a stake right through the heart of the monster. But that’s much too easy and painless for you, Izzy. You being who you are thrives on pain I’m sure so I want to accommodate you the best that I can. For you, I’m going to put you out of your misery…and it’s going to be by piercing your dark heart…the only difference is I’m going to use your broom as a stake and I’m going to access your heart through way of your ass! Abracadabra bitch, see how far you can fly with it wedged between your ass cheeks!

Then you have Nico, good grief where do I start with this guy? He pops up like a pimple and contributes about as much. We get it, you are an entrepreneur, you got your little entertainment business and you like good drinks and cigars….again, why they hell do we care? Are you just letting us know that you have a backup plan for you and Ophelia when you finally realize that you can’t hold your own against a superstar of my caliber? Speaking of significant others, you asked if I’ll make you look weak by having a…“diet Roxy Cotton” as my arm candy? (smiles for the first time) A diet….Roxy…Cotton? All this witchcraft crap that your wife and Izzy are doing must really have your head fucked up. I’m not saying anything negative towards Roxy at all, but Alex is nothing like Roxy so I have no clue where you dug up your one liner but I think it’s time to fire your writer. As far as you respecting me for giving you what you wish for…I couldn’t care less about your respect because I think you are a pathetic excuse for a person. Personally I would wipe my ass with your respect because, coming from you, it doesn’t mean a damn thing.

(Kitt begins to walk down the coastline again. Seagulls can be heard squawking in the distance. Up ahead on the beach is a little beach side bar. Kitt continues on towards the bar as he begins to speak again.)

Kitt: Of course there are three other opponents that stand between me and my first XWF championship. I mean there’s Kristen, which I don’t know where she is and frankly at this point I don’t even care, and then there’s Dolly and Chris Chaos. To be honest, Dolly, I think you are setting yourself up for failure. You have aligned yourself with an egotistical windbag that can promise a lot yet deliver little. I think you have a ton of potential…just not against me. You continuing on with this match could end your young career way before it even really gets off the ground. I don’t want to be the one to end your career…I don’t want to but I will if that is what it comes down to.

(Kitt has made it to the beach side bar and he grabs a stool at the bar. He orders his usual whiskey on the rocks. The bartender brings his drink and Kitt takes his glass, turns around to lean back on the bar. He takes deep breath of the seaside air before taking a drink and continuing.)

Kitt: You see Dolly, what I am trying to say is that, like good alcohol, you can become better in time. You’re young, naïve, easily convinced by what Heyman has to say to manipulate you into what benefits him the most. He doesn’t give a damn about you, nor will he ever. Your best bet is to take your Federweight title and stay home tomorrow. If you don’t…. (takes a drink) ….then you are bringing your own misfortunes down on your own head and I can’t be responsible for how bad you get hurt, especially at my doing. You are caught in the crossfire of a very dangerous situation, Dolly. Think about it….it doesn’t end well for you and when, and I do mean when, I get my hands on that motor mouthed con man you call and agent, you better be placing job openings for a new manager because I plan on putting him on a permanent liquid diet.

Then there’s Chris. Chris Chaos. You are the one that I look most forward to meeting tomorrow night. We have a lot of similarities. We are both confident in our abilities…we both have been blessed with gorgeous women in our lives… (takes a drink) …and we both have set our sights on eliminating the other, preventing them from becoming the XWF Savage Champion! We do have our differences though. The main difference is that when all is said and done, all of the smoke has cleared from the Six Pack Challenge, there is going to be one man standing victorious and it will be Kitt Kennedy standing over your body holding that Savage Championship high for all to see. Everything is falling into place as it should, Chris. There’s no shame is losing to the man that becomes champion because then you know that you were beat by the best. There is no shame because then you are just like everyone else. Tomorrow night, Orlando will take a look at greatness. Tomorrow night, the Highlight of the Night will shine the brightest. Tomorrow night…Kitt Kennedy wins his first XWF title by becoming the Savage Champion! PROVE….ME….WRONG!!!

(Kitt downs the rest of his whiskey and slams the glass down on the bar. Kitt stands from the stool and walks out onto the beach. Kitt looks out as the sun has met the horizon where the endless water meets the sky.)

Kitt: (thinking to himself and not speaking out loud) I am on the brink of my first XWF title. Just like an ocean to an aquarium….I’m a great white shark that’s be let loose in the fish bowl!

(Kitt smiles to himself and begins walking towards the hotel. Time to rest…big night tomorrow…a championship night….)

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