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Harley vs Orion the Scar
Topic Started: Sep 28 2006, 03:45 PM (197 Views)
Damian Angel
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Harley vs Orion the Scar

Deadline Tuesday October 3rd @ 11:59pm

RP Limit: 3

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Harley
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Darkness has long since came in LaSalle, and Harley sits on his front porch, still in awe at what progressed Wednesday night at Breakdown. Not the fact that he lost to Adam Riddick, a lot of people have. Harley lasted longer than most thought he would, and that, in his eyes was an admirable feat. What perplexes Harley is how someone got into his head, and figured out his plan, and carried it out, after he had made every member of the team assure him that they weren’t going to go on with things. Skylar was not to he bothered that night. Now the finger is pointed right at Him. He is being watched by the Mounted Police, and by members of the Police Departments in the states as a combined effort to locate Ms. Desoubrais. In the distance, an unmarked squad car sits on the corner, and just down the road, Harley notices a man sitting on the porch, who hasn’t moved for hours.

Harley - This is fucking ridiculous. I’ve been nothing but cooperative, told them everything, but they still want to lay the blame on me! For Christ’s sake, I have a rock solid alibi. I was sitting in my dressing room, on camera when she was abducted. For all they know, my plan I was talking about could have been something else. They are going on a faint clue that maybe I had something to do with it. I made all the arrangements, the plan was off. Someone set me up. And when I find out who the hell it was, I’ll kill them my damned self. I’ll probably go to prison for this. The cops aint gunna believe some white trash hillbilly form the states with a southern accent. I’m an outsider here. And now, its gunna be the end of everything. End of my music career, my wrestling career, and the end of any chances I had of winning her heart. Damn them all. GODDAMN ALL OF YOU!

Harley stands up and punches the door, grabs the milk crate he was using as a footstool, and tosses it into the yard.

Harley - Now, the real girl I was after is missing, and everyone is pointing the finger at me. He’s the psycho, he’s the stalker, he’s the guilty party! Scott mangled this whole thing when he screwed up with that package of Roddick’s. If it weren’t for all that mess, this would have all went as planned, and I would be with the woman I love right now. But instead, I look like some sort of crazed maniac, who just took a plunge off the deep end.

Harley pulls a pack of smokes from his shirt pocket, his hands shake violently as he pulls a smoke out and lights it. He takes a couple fast puff.

Harley - I have to find her. Then she can tell them all that I am indeed as Innocent as I claim. Maybe she will have some sort of hero image of me then and be eternally grateful and fall madly in love with me. Nah that will never happen, she’ll think I just plotted this all out to make myself look innocent, just like the police are claiming. Where did all this go wrong?

Harley sits on his chair, head rested in his arms, elbows on his knees. He wipes a faint tear from his eye.

Harley - Everything I do, it fails. My entire life is one big failure. What do I have to do to succeed?

He lights another cigarette, the other one still burning in the ashtray beside him.

Harley - First things first, I have to concentrate on finding out who did this. Then maybe, that will give me some clues as to where I can find her. Then I can show the whole world, but most importantly, her that I had nothing to do with this. I am sure whoever has her is pointing the finger right at me. I need to clear my head. Stop dwelling on how guilty I have made myself look. That gun I bought, isn’t really helping things. And whoever took her, used my truck, which makes me look even more guilty. Someone set me up, and I wont stop until I find out who it was, and make them pay for the hell they are putting me through, and the pain and heartbreak they are putting Skylar through. I will make them pay.

Harley gets up and walks to his music room and picks up his guitar.

Harley - Nothing clears my head better than playing some music.
He starts to strum his guitar as he smokes the last of his cigarette. He puts the cigarette out in the ashtray, and wipes a tear from his cheek as he pulls a mic close to him. He reaches over and hit’s a button on his mixing board, and the whole room lights up, background instruments start to play, and a recording light lights up just outside the room.

Harley - Every road that I've been down
The only truth that I have found
There's only one thing I can't live without
You

I was searching for something I thought I would never find
Losing my mind
In and out of bad love, I thought I was born to lose
Then came you
I thought I knew what the real thing was
But nothing shakes me like your love does
I've been hypnotized
Now I realize

Every road that I've been down
The only truth that I have found
There's only one thing I can't live without
You

Every time I get lost in a temperamental mood
You still stay cool
Just when I think that this life's about to drive me insane
You take the reins
Every time I feel I'm drifting off course
You're my compass, you're my one true north
In a mixed up world
You make sense to me girl

Every road that I've been down
The only truth that I have found
There's only one thing I can't live without
You

Yeah, every road girl
Leads me to you
And baby, that's all I need to know

Every road that I've been down
The only truth that I have found
There's only one thing I can't live without
You

Every road that I've been down
The only truth that I have found
There's only one thing I can't live without
You

Every road that I've been down in my life
Every time I feel I'm taking off
Every road that I've been down in my life
Every road girl, leads me to you
Yes it did, yes it did
Every road girl
Every road leads me to you

Harley continues to play a soft melody as he reaches over with and clicks the button again, the lights go off, and the background music stops.

Harley - I wrote that song just shortly after I realized I was in love with Skylar. This whole thing with chasing Kassie, all an elaborate plan to get close to Skylar. I knew I would have to do something over the top to win her heart. After all look at me. Then look at her. We’re as different as night and day. Someone messed everything up. I need to get away for a bit.

Harley heads to the garage and gets on his motorcycle and drives off. The cameras lose him. A few hours later the scene has shifted to a remote location, some where in Ontario, we assume.

Harley - I see you guys finally caught up with me. I had to get away and clear my head, think about some other things. Like my match coming up Wednesday at breakdown against Orion the Scar. I don’t know much about any of the guys in the back, I’m the outcast in SCW, the one no one wants to get to know, the weird guy. The all see me as some crazed lunatic, another link of the endless chain of Kassie admirers. But oh how they’re wrong. I knew they would think that, and that’s why I chose Kassie to be my decoy.

Harley pulls a cig from his pocket and lights it up.

Harley - Orion the Scar. Former SCW’ underground champion. You Got beat by a that I myself took out. And with my current SCW record of 1 and 3, that don’t impress me much. However, in all of my losses, I still consider myself the victor, as in one match I made a man bleed as I knocked him out of his boots with a guitar shot The second match cemented my plan to get Skylar, as Kassie came to the ring to kiss me, and I pretended to enjoy it. For the betterment of the plan. Christian won the match and retained the title, all because I had to pretend to be some buffoon. The next match, Adam Riddick. I didn’t get the pin fall, but I did last in the ring. I went to toe to toe with one of the best in the business in only my fourth match. And that to me is a victory in itself. And now you. Another champion steps into the ring with Harley. I’ve seen you’re work, and frankly, I’m not impressed. You talk big, use a lot of big words. That must be how you beat your opponents,. You bore them into submission with your boring ass promos and long winded exasperations of what makes sense to you, and how you want others to think of you. You lack entertainment value, all you do is talk and talk and talk. You’re worse than a woman when it comes to talking, man. Someone needs to shut you the hell up. Maybe it will be me, maybe it wont. I wont come out here and talk trash, tell you how I will kick your ass. Been there, tried that. And by the looks of my record as of late, its not working well. I will just say this. I will give you a run for you’re money in that ring. And maybe, just maybe, it will give me another chance to get some gold soon. Orion, I’ll see you in the ring. If you don’t bore me to sleep first.

The scene fades as Harley gets on his bike and heads off into the horizon.
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Harley
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The morning sun comes up in the east, and shines in the small window in the bedroom of Harley, and shines directly in his eyes. He rolls a bit, and slowly wakes up. The stale smell of beer fills the room, and ashtrays, full of cigarette butts clutter every surface available. Harley coughs a bit as he sits up, he reaches for his jeans, and pulls them on as he stands up. He reaches over and pulls a cigarette from the top of his dresser , and lights it. He takes a few puffs and makes his way to the chair on his porch, via the exterior door in his bedroom. Outside, it’s a typical day in LaSalle, the morning air is still crisp, not cold, but a bit chilly. The dew still fresh on the grass, a few birds chirping in the distance, who may have been left behind by the rest of the flock.. The sound of children down the road waiting for their bus to school. The faint sound of traffic in the distance lets Harley know that the city is alive and going, but the quietness around him relaxes him, to the point of almost falling asleep in his chair. The cigarette burns his finger and he jumps up, quickly awakened again.

Harley - Son of a Bitch that hurt.

Harley looks around and notices the squad car is still sitting a block down the road, and the man still hasn’t left his porch at the other end of the street. He looks down the road and sees a black car driving slowly towards his house. He tenses up, preparing for the worse. With family In the mob, this scene is all to familiar for him, He knows he couldn’t run, if the situation required it. Harley didn’t recognize the vehicle, and as it drew near, he could make out the license plate as being from Mississippi. He didn’t know anyone in from there, and odds are, most of the people around here didn’t either. Most of the people here, grew up in these houses, lived their whole life here.

Harley - Who in the blue hell is that? I don’t know anyone in Mississippi. Especially not someone who would be driving a BWM 325i.

The car pulls to the curb in front of his place and stops. The engine shuts off as the door opens and a voluptuous red head stands up, wearing a black business suit, and a pair of spiked heels. A briefcase is in her hand as she closes the door. She walks up the sidewalk and onto his porch..

Lady - Mr. Waylon Davidson a.k.a Harley, I presume?

Harley - Yeah that’s me. What’s is to ya?

Lady - My name is Clarissa St. Cloude, a former ally of you’re friend Mr. Phelps. I’ve been keeping an eye on him recently, hoping to try to catch him in something illegal, so I can punish him for everything he didn’t get punished for.

Harley - And who the hell made you the boss? Why should it be your job to make him suffer?

Clarissa - I’m a District Attorney in Mississippi.

Harley - And? You have no jurisdiction here?

Clarissa - Ah, but I do. I am part of the special investigation team that was picked to over see this investigation. It seems the USA have been after Phelps for quite some time. His business dealings aren’t exactly what you would call legal. So, I will be here for a while. And any information you could give me would help in finding the lady that people are accusing you of kidnapping.

Harley - Well it was all my idea. I did all the initial planning. We were to use Kassie as a decoy, make people think I was after her the whole time. And boy did it work. Her jealous ex-husband came out of the word-work, we had everyone thinking I was just another idiot on a long line of Kassie stalkers. All the while I was plotting how to make Skylar mine. I knew she wouldn't go with me willingly, After all she is Classy, like perfection, a work of art. So I thought if maybe I kidnapped her, then pretended to rescue her, I could win her affection. The after Scott screwed up and got all the attention back on me, I called everything off. But funny enough, the plan went on just as I mapped it out. However, where they are keeping her has changed. She was supposed to be kept here in Windsor in a private hotel suite that Scott owns. But I checked .. She’s not there, I even smashed the door with an axe. She was nowhere to be found. Someone has her, and its not me. But since they have me on camera buying a gun, they think its me. I admit it, it was supposed to be me, but it wasn’t. How could take her, and be talking to Scott at the same time?

Clarissa - Scott is very manipulative, trust me. I seen it first hand. I almost made the mistake of marrying him. I am glad I didn’t. He’s a maniac and will stop at nothing to get what he wants. He don’t care who he hurts or what he destroys in the process.

Clarissa is interrupted by Harleys phone ringing.

Harley - Yeah.

Man - Hey Junior! Its me, your bother Vito. I heard what happened to yas da udda night, and I’ll tell yas, we gots our guys keeping a close eye on dat snake. He wont be able to make a move without us seein’ it. And when he screws up, we’ll make our move and take control.

Harley - Easy bro. I don’t want him dead. I just want Skylar.

Vito - Yeah, I know that. But we gotta do what we gotta do.

Harley - Just don’t kill him, we cant risk it. He is the only one who knows where she is.

Vito - You have my word bro. Now I gotta go take care so sumtin. You just keep your head high man. You got our support. We’ll find out where she is, And you’ll be the first to know.

Harley - Thanks Man, you don’t know how much this means to me.

Vito - Later bro.

Harley hangs up the phone.

Harley - That was my brother in Jersey. He said he and his guys are looking into things. He has the resources to make his life miserable.

Clarissa - Yeah, I know all about Vito and his mob connections, I didn’t let anyone else in the team know about that. We’re trying to get Phelps, not you’re family. Just hope they don’t do anything illegal to draw attention to themselves.

Harley - Well I need to get some stuff taken care of, can we discuss this all later?

Clarissa - yeah, we can meet for dinner later tonight. We have a lot to talk about.

Harley - Sure thing.

Harley shakes her hand and heads back inside as she heads back to her car.

The scene shifts to a room, whereabouts unknown. The room is dark. A small monitor rests on the desk in the corner. The lights are off, the only light comes from the small screen. The camera focuses in on the monitor. Skylar is setting on a bed, sobbing.

Skylar - Why me? Why?

She continues to cry.

Skylar - What could I have done to deserve this? Who would want me gone? No one, not even my own father would do this to me. Why?

Suddenly a large crash is heard and the camera goes fuzzy. The scene shifts back to Harley sitting on his bed.

Harley - Somehow, in the middle of all this, I have to concentrate on my match with Orion the Scar tomorrow night. I don’t know how I will be able to concentrate on my match, with all this happening. First off, I know little or nothing about my opponent, except for the simple fact that he is far more arrogant than gives himself credit for. But on the plus side, Daemon made pretty easy work of him, and I beat the hell out of Daemon, so that’s a plus. Who knows, I guess the best man will win. I don’t have much more to say about him. He hasn’t given me anything to go on yet. He is remaining silent in the shadows. Maybe that’s best for him. He knows he cant show weakness, because I’ll exploit it.

Harley hangs his head between his knees and starts to sob. The scene changes to Harley on stage with the Riders in some dingy bar.

Harley - I’ve had a lot going on lately .. So pardon me if my music seems a bit dark and dreary. But lets get on with the show.

The band starts to play as Harley steps up to the mic.

Harley - Can anybody find me somebody to love?
Each morning I get up I die a little
Can barely stand on my feet
Take a look in the mirror and cry
Lord what you're doing to me
I have spent all my years in believing you
But I just can't get no relief,
Lord!
Somebody, somebody
Can anybody find me somebody to love?

I work hard every day of my life
I work till I ache my bones
At the end I take home my hard earned pay all on my own -
I get down on my knees
And I start to pray
Till the tears run down from my eyes
Lord - somebody - somebody
Can anybody find me - somebody to love?

(he works hard)

Everyday - I try and I try and I try -
But everybody wants to put me down
They say I'm goin' crazy
They say I got a lot of water in my brain
Got no common sense
I got nobody left to believe
Yeah - yeah yeah yeah

Oh lord
Somebody - somebody
Can anybody find me somebody to love?

Got no feel, I got no rhythm
I just keep losing my beat
I'm ok, I'm alright
Ain't gonna face no defeat
I just gotta get out of this prison cell
Someday I'm gonna be free, lord!

Find me somebody to love
Can anybody find me somebody to love?

The music stops and Harley steps up to the mic.

Harley - Now, I gotta get something off my chest. You all know of the big controversy that is surrounding me right now I am sure. But I must assure you, I didn’t take her. I had thoughts of it. Hell I even planned it out. I was going to do it. I admit that. But I didn’t. I called everything off. I swear to you all, It wasn’t me.

The crowd has a mixed reaction. The scene fades as Harley starts to cry at the mic.
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The Relentless
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As far as everybody knew it was in the works and it was working smoothly again, what they don’t know will hurt them...all in good time. Blood flows just the same, and this blood is meant to be spilt, only when and where is an answer to a question people ask themselves, only they know when and they know where, it’s the how that is left out of the loop and when it enters, no one not even the victim himself will see it coming.

A car passes by as the tires can be seen at the start of the frame, the camera catches the end go by as it takes off down the street and just out of the frame, but still can be seen is shoes that are attached to someone’s feet. The camera crawls up the legs in a wide shot to reveal that it is Orion the Scar hunched over sitting on the curb looking down the street with his head turned away and it comes back to look at the ground that his feet touch that lay near the gutter by the curb. He first sits in silence as he doe not say anything, but breathes in a calm manner and then begins to speak by not looking up at the camera.

Orion: Someone asked me once how do I sleep at night? That’s to say if what I do you can call sleep. Closing two eyelids and piece together the day’s intake, be it thoughts, actions, things that were said. If you call it that then I have been dreaming my whole life and I ask myself when will I wakeup? When will I stop living in the pass and take control of my life, instead of being dragged into the things I know to be a dream, which has all the characteristics of a dream, and yet I don’t see an ending and when I want it to end I cannot just open my eyes and know that I am some place safe, the place I thought it was safe enough to close them in the first place. I am in no safe place, this isn’t Heaven and it’s sure as hell isn’t Hell, this is the nightmare that is my life, this is the life that I didn’t choose, as to say it chose me. Violence in my blood, rage in my eyes and my eyes have seen its fair share everything. I have been there and done it and seen it all, and yet I have no recalling of how I came to be here and I have no foresight in knowing how it’ll end, because all things must end and all things will die.

I can ask a question a simple question and I could have a simple answer and also I could have an answer that I know to be made up out of simple denial as there is nothing else more softer to fallback upon in one’s life. My question is that who’ll be remembered when it’s our time to go silently into that goodnight, me or Harley?

There’s no question, I am not tooting my horn or anything, and it’s just that I am sure that I know that I’ll be remembered for what I did in the world of wrestling and you’ll be another star that’ll shine ever so bright, but not as bright as me. You could always tell the winners at the starting gate and you an also tell the losers also. The way we move is a game, the game in question is chess not checkers, sometimes we land on the white square which is glory and others we land on the black which there is no glory in it for anyone, but if you look at it differently you’d want to be in the black and not end yourself in the red. Color you unimpressed, will do, color me just the same why don’t you. What I’ve noticed around SCW is that if you think your personal feelings matter any, then you will be shit on for showing any sign of emotion. Your thoughts are nothing more than a pipedream’s brother, you say you’ll be the last man standing and your legs have been taken from you a long time before you could ever reach said spot in the totem pole.

Save me for last, you have a beef with someone else and you save me for last because I am the last thought on your mind? That right there is the last thing you should be thinking about, me I am the first thing you should be thinking about when you wake up in the morning I should be on your mind, you go to sleep at night, if you can get to sleep that is, you’ll think of me before you close your eyes and drift off to La-La Land, there I’ll be ready, waiting, and you’ll stand there like a kid who spilt his milk and pissed his pants while writing on the wall with crayons all at the same time.

I know the feeling of being lost, I know it because I am lost, we’re all lost and how far gone we all are differs between person. You are the one who is more lost because what I know is a lot more than you, you led on that you only knew me for my Underground Championship Title reign and that you don’t know the better part of the people in the SCW, you don’t know your own prey. What you don’t know can hurt you, and what you do know doesn’t make the slight bit of difference in the outcome that will be your downfall. If I say you’re lost than you are lost, only you’re so far gone that you throw everything at me to convince the people around you and even yourself that you are not, but here I am standing on the outside of things I am unbiased in the matter of you, but in the matter of us I am speaking my own point of view and either way I am right and you are wrong, because I am saying that from a biased outlook.

The street I look down now is the street of what legends are made of, this is Crash Street, and everyone who started and joined the Relentless grew up on this street, everyone except Gentleman, Mono Loco, and Cid, but all the rest came from the same neck of the woods and we protected the street and we did business as usual and the old neighborhood still looks the same, but it doesn’t feel the same. Whatever we did doesn’t matter, because all my toys are broken and all my friends went home years ago. When it was time to move away we all got into the business of wrestling, we were fighters born and raised and it paid the bills and we could make a difference that never would be forgotten. These streets have no memories and its people who never forget, it’s the burden we all carry, we all have a place we call home and we all have a defining moment that changed one ordinary day to a day that is your best that defines your life in a whole, or it could be your worst yet and you will chew out those who wronged and discredited you. Any other day is any other day, but when the days that are highlighted to be important they don’t disappoint and they don’t have a predictable ending, except when you tangle with me the only ending the come sup the same is that I win and you Harley will lose, I expect you to go out swinging I wouldn’t have it any other way, but when you were put into the match with me, you got the worst news a person could get when they fight in the SCW, they got the shit kicked out of them and yet they just don’t know it. By me giving you fair warning on the subject you’ll walk into the Lion’s Den just the same, because you’re ballsy enough to do it, but balls do not count for anything.

In the ring you go through so many emotions, pain is the key in all of it, if you can look pain in the eye and take it without blinking than Bob’s your uncle, but if you cannot even know such things as you don’t look around, you just make idle threats and worry about if I am going to put you to sleep with boredom, well I’ll put you down to sleep, only if you think it’s out of boredom you’ll soon realize what the dirt nap is all about.

Your eyes have seen a lot, but what you want to see and what you actually see are two different things, you’re a rube and it’s simple enough to see that. You think you know how my matches can go because you see the outcome of a pin and nothing more. Daemon making easy work of me, I am sure you never saw that match; just someone fed you the nursery rhyme version that had me lose at the end. I had the match won and then Wayne Don hit me with a steel chair I was later told and then put an unconscious Daemon on top of me, so to correct you when you are wrong gives me the silly notion that you are just that. My silence doesn’t go unnoticed, words of hate could do nothing for you but poke fun at my order of speech, you say I gave you nothing and I can say the same, because I gave you everything to work with and you’re just picking at the recent events and you are scared to go a little deeper, because if you did you’ll find out something that will keep you awake at night and those dreams that you take for granted will turn sour overnight. Those who wait around for others to do will find out that they are the ones who lost out and you were better off not saying a thing, because the silence you gave out, you had more respect than I have for you now.

My minor stuff is more than your whole career, I was Underground Champion and you weren’t I have bragging rights and you have bragging rights over someone who we both beat the shit out of, but you got the pin I didn’t, you would dance the streets holding that little piece of information up in the air like it was a winning lottery. Though the money is for the littlest amount and that’s what your career is too, it doesn’t amount to much, but you want to act higher than me because you got one win, your only win, well I don’t count wins or losses, but I am sure my wins outdo my losses by far, but we’re back to your record that doesn’t mean shit, and why should mine? Because seniority is a beautiful thing and you ain’t got any on me.

I got a song for you, “I Ran All the Way Home” it’ll suit you a lot better than Queen, and there’s a reason why you’re a wrestler a bad wrestler, but you can fall back on it because we always could use guys like you to make the rest of us look good, because you’re a better wrestler than a musician and that’s the closest thing to a comment you’ll get out of me. Sooner or later we all have to face to the music and then the music comes to an end, you’ll know that both apply to you and you should never act like a tough guy and then sing a wimpy soft rock ballad, it just shows that you’re rough on the outside but a softy in the inside, I tender you up, chew you up, and then spit you out.
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Harley
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Harley sits in a chair, napkin folded across his lap. The seat across from him, still empty as he waits for his dinner companion. Harley looks around at the people staring at him. He sinks down in his chair, trying to hide, but with his long hair and bushy beard, he sticks out like a sore thumb in the sea of sophistication. He
Begins to talk to himself softly.

Harley - Wow, its not even 24 hours until I climb into the ring, and my opponent is still running silent. Why? With my current record, I really pose no threat to anyone in the locker room, except the two guys I have proved to be able to beat. So Orion the Scar, why must you hide in the shadows? Are you that scared? Do you see something that no one else does? Do I scare you? I must. You would rather wait in the darkness, silent, instead of coming out and facing me like a man. Instead you choose to cower in the corners, amongst the cobwebs and the things that crawl in the darkness, waiting to pounce on an unsuspecting prey. Well, if that’s all you can think of to do to beat a man who is 1 and 3 in this company, then maybe you aren’t worthy of that title you just lost anyways. Maybe Daemon did SCW a favor and took that underground title from the coward that held it. For it wasn’t called the Undercover Title was it? Which is apparently how you like to play, under the cover of the darkness and silence. Hoping to pop out and catch someone unexpectedly Well you wont succeed in that with me. I have nothing to lose, I wont be looking over my shoulder waiting for you. When you finally come out of the shadows, I wont even acknowledge your existence. You will get the reaction as if you weren’t even there. So know this. I don’t care if you wait until breakdown to make your presence felt or not. You cant intimidate me at the last minute. I am far beyond intimidation at this point. My life is in such a mess right now, that what you have to say about me, or what you think about me is at the bottom of my list.

Harley takes a sip of wine from his glass, as he pulls a cigarette out of his shirt pocket and lights it up. As he takes his first puff, a gorgeous redhead appears in a stunning white evening gown.

Harley stands up and helps her to her chair and sits down in his own chair.

Harley - Wow! I feel so underdressed. You look stunning.

Clarissa - Thanks. Just something I pulled out of the closet.

Harley - Yeah, I bet.

Clarissa smiles as she too pulls out a cigarette and lights it up.

Clarissa - So shall we get down to business?

Harley _ how about we order our food first.

Clarissa takes her menu as the waiter waits patiently. As Harley and Clarissa order their food, the scene shifts back to that mysterious room with the monitor in it. This time a person is sitting at the desk, cloaked in darkness. The person begins to speak. The voice is familiar as the muffled voice that spoke to Skylar when she was taken.

Person - I see you made it here fine. Sorry for killing the last camera like I did, but the timing wasn’t right. I am sure you are here to check on Ms. Desoubrais?

The camera man nods his head.

Person - Well as you can see she is wrought with grief. She doesn’t know who has her or even where she is. And that’s how she shall remain until our demands are met. We will make out demands known in time. Rest assured that we have no intentions of doing her any harm, that is of course that you comply with our requests.

The camera zooms in on the screen to see Skylar, still weeping, but looking as beautiful as ever. Even in her toughest moments, she is still the beauty she has always been. The person reaches over to turn up the sound so Skylar can be heard. The person pulls a small microphone from the desk drawer.

Person - Skylar dear, the people of SCW have come to make sure you are okay. I told you they would come looking once I clued them in on how to check up on you. Now do you have anything you wish to say to your adoring public?

Skylar - Whatever they ask dad, give it to them. I promise I will be good from now on. No more stealing your cars, no more running away. Please save me. Please!

The person quickly kills the sound, but from the video clip, she is still begging for someone to rescue her.

Person - I think you have seen enough. Now you know how to show yourselves out. But before you go, I have a message for Harley.

The person puts the microphone back into the drawer.

Person - Harley, my friend. I hope you understand when this is all said and done that we did all of this for you. We know you would want us to go on with things, even though you chickened out. You will get your girl. I promised you that when this all started. And I always keep my promises. Remember this, the ends will always justify the means my friend. Now You can get the hell out of here. Before I smash that camera to bits again.

The scene shifts back to the restaurant where Harley and Clarissa are enjoying their dinner and some light conversation.

Harley - So what did he do to you to make him hate you so?

Clarissa - He couldn’t control his own jealousy. He wanted everything to revolve around him. Probably why he did what he did to you.

Harley - So at least you believe me. We don’t know for sure it was him though. But all my leads point directly to him. But he had to have a lot of help. Someone had to help him. We should look at the video from last weeks breakdown and have a close look at the person who took her. Maybe that will help us.

Clarissa - That’s a great idea.

Out of nowhere a fan comes up to Harley.

Harley - Can I help you with something?

Fan - You’re Harley right?

Harley - Yup! In the flesh.

Fan - My friends and I are huge fans, you think you could do us a huge favor?

Harley - Sure! Name it.

Fan - Sing for us.

Harley - Here? Now?

Fan - Yes. They have a musician here. I am sure he wouldn’t mind you singing one song.

Harley - Well if you can find a guitar, and the house musician wont mind, then sure.

The fan makes her way over to the house musician and talks to him. The musician comes with her, carrying an acoustic guitar.

Musician - We would be honored sir.

He hands Harley his guitar and Harley takes it and starts to play a soft tune.

Harley - I’d like to dedicate this song to Skylar. Maybe once we find her, she’ll see this and know how I feel.

Harley puts his cigarette in the ashtray and clears his throat.

Harley - Everything I need all depends on you
Everything I want is everything you do
It's been handed down through time
It's really nothing new
Boy meets girl, I meet you
A love song that could never be untrue

All I need is everything I want
It's a fundamental greed
All I need is everything you flaunt
That's a language I can read
All I need is everything I want
And that makes you everything I need

Everything I need is on my one-track mind
Everything I want is where I draw the line
I'll take all you've got to give
Spend up all your precious time
You can't undo the ties that bind
Or hide the moon that needs the sun to shine

All I need is everything I want
It's a fundamental greed
All I need is everything you flaunt
That's a language I can read
All I need is everything I want
And that makes you everything I need

Everything I need can't get it on TV
Everything I need is absolutely free
Everything I need is pure biology
That will bring me to my bended knee
My craving you will sweetly torture me

All I need is everything I want
It's a fundamental greed
All I need is everything you flaunt
That's a language I can read
All I need is everything I want
And that makes you everything I need

Just as Harley finishes the entire restaurant erupts in a sea of applause and cheers. The scene fades on the restaurant as Harley rises to his feet and takes his bow. However it doesn’t in here. The scene moves a couple hours ahead to Harley sitting once again on his porch. Thoughts of Orion the Scar’s latest promo running through his mind. He takes a puff from his cigarette.

Harley - Orion, you’re absolutely right. You have told everyone just how bad of a wrestler I am. But you know what? They’ve already heard all of that before. You’re rant of nonsense is the same shit that everyone else has said about me, and what I myself has claimed from the beginning. See. Its people like you, who give this business the bad rep that we have. You make us all look retarded. That rant was the stereotypical “I’m better than my opponent and I will make you pay” shit that everyone else has said time and time again. Let me give you some help at being fresh. Maybe you should talk about how everything I do fails? Or maybe talk about how stupid I am to think such a Classy woman could ever love a piece of trash like me? Or maybe even go as far as to say that I don’t belong here? I already know all of that stuff. Everyone does. But you know what? At least then you wouldn’t be repeating the same shit everyone else has said about me my entire life. I don’t underestimate you, I know you have been around a long time. That says something in this business, but what strikes me as odd is Why? Why have you been around this long if repeating everyone else is the best you can do? I could give two shits in a handbag bout Crash Street and apparently no one else really cares either.

Harley takes another puff form his cigarette.

Harley - At breakdown, you might come out the victor, but in the end, as always, I still come out victorious. I always learn from experience, and right now, any experience I can get is good. So keep on thinking I am the nothing everyone claims I am. One day, maybe tomorrow at Breakdown, I will prove you all wrong. I know I am a success, I just haven’t had my time yet. I’ll see you at Breakdown.

With that, Harley tosses his cigarette into the yard. The scene fades to black as Harley goes into his house and closes the door.





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