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Chain Reaction #4: Vizier ta Seti vs. Perfection

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Round #2 Emerald City Championship Tournament match.

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Perfect Ideal

FADE IN...

[A nightclub somewhere in Seattle, Perfection in a black tree piece suit, a small healing cut under his eye, one woman on each side of him and a bottle of Louis XIII de Rémy Martin cognac chilling in a bucket on the table. Perfection hands the girls each hundred dollar bills to get more alcohol for the table.]

PERFECTION: I don't know Art, I think by Chain Reaction Four I will have spent all ten thousand dollars living perfectly.

[He smiles pouring some cognac in a nearby glass.]

PERFECTION: ...And every dollar helps. As for those girls, what can I say, I am simply irresistible. A perfect man, a perfect idea of man. This my friends, this is what God created in his image, ME.

I have the money, I have the looks, I have the style. But it doesn't just stop there, women love me, adore me, and if eugenics was forced on the public my sperm would be injected in women left and right to create the perfect race.

What does that have to do with wrestling? It has every damn bit to do with wrestling. When you have someone as great as me in the ring that's when you know you are looking at a champion.

As for Art and his briefcase he wishes to have back, it's not happening. Like I told that sweet assed Courtney Paz, nothing Art, Cho, or she does will stop me from getting what is rightfully mine.

[Perfection takes a sip of the liquor.]

PERFECTION: See a trend?

That ten grand was mine, I took it.

Courtney Paz, that sexy thing, I wanted a kiss and I took it.

The IWF Championship, I will take it.

[He smiles that pearly white smile]

I am not denied what I want, I never have been denied what I want. If that means getting in the ring and paying off a referee to ensure I get what I want then so be it.

Is it dirty? Yes, but I don't mind getting my hands dirty, I don't mind playing the rat race and playing it perfectly.

Cho asking for a company that is respectable? This body, this image, this Perfection, this is respectable. This...this is desirable, this is what every kid wants to be and every man knows he isn't.

[Perfection flexes through the suit arm bulging out from the jacket]

PERFECTION: This is the face of your upcoming champion, the leader of a company and do you know why?

Because I am what they told you to do, I am what your parents wanted to groom you to be....I am perfect. I ate my Wheaties, my potatoes and steaks. I brushed my teeth and washed behind my ears. I went to the high school dances and had more than one date, like five dates and that's being modest. Home coming king, and let's not forget successful.

Women have posters of me on their ceilings in order to...how can I say this delicately...enjoy themselves.

[Perfection winks slyly]

PERFECTION: But most importantly, above all else, I have a goal. I am not aimlessly running around hoping and praying I continue in this tournament to become champion. I know what is meant to be sitting on this perfectly created waist!

[He leans in closer to the camera slicking his hair back slowly.]

PERFECTION: When we get down to the bottom of it all, all this perfectly constructed piece of man, I am nothing but champion, nothing but winner, nothing but God damn amazing.

Jesus Christ cries tears of joy knowing that one man on this planet is at the peak of human greatness. If that means paying the referee, the cameraman, and some chimp from Seattle Woodland Zoo to help me win my match, then so be it.

I deserve that, I earned that. I earned my right to an easy and quick passage the minute my head crowned in child birth. The minute the perfect baby was conceived.

This is my world, my ideal. I will do as I wish, how I wish.

[He leans back again]

PERFECTION: I don't need heroes like Mary Lynn or any other two bit fraud of passion and good intent. I don't need them running MY company with imperfect ideas that are more fake than silicon tits.

As for you Vizier, what you are witnessing on your television which is set at the wrong aspect ratio to incorporate all this Perfection, is the man who is gonna beat you badly!

If that means breaking your neck again and sidelining you, so be it.

When I beat you, when we meet in the ring which will be all your pleasure, just remember you had that night where you wrestled the next IWF Champion.

And he was perfect.

FADEOUT
 

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Imperfect Perfection

(CUEUP: A simple drum and sitar beat over a black screen.)

“Perfection?”

“If you were perfect… you wouldn’t be.”

(FADEIN on a darkened room, dimly lit by a series of candles in a circle. Sitting in the middle of the circle was Vizier ta Seti, cross – legged and eyes closed, as if he was meditating.)

SETI: Perfection takes work. Perfection takes time. Perfection is a goal, not a destination.

I know you’re aware of this, Perfection. I know you’ve worked hard to reach this point; I know you’ve trained your body to the point of – at the risk of sounding corny – absolute perfection.

(Close up on Vizier’s face. His eyes slowly open.)

SETI: If you’ve reached the point of physical perfection, there is nowhere for you to go but downhill.

(Even closer, on his eyes. Unblinking.)

SETI: I can see it in your face and your attitude, Perfection. I can hear it in your words. You haven’t said it, but it’s in every facet of your being.

I deserve this.

(With that line, his eyes closed again.)

SETI: You… deservenothing.

(Slow zoom out.)

SETI: It’s a natural state of life, and it’s one I don’t blame you for. You have a goal, you work toward the goal, and once it’s achieved, you exhale. You’ve worked hard, now you relax and you deserve what you’ve worked for.

It’s a lost piece of wisdom, and is quite obviously lost on you, but I’ll repeat it: Nobody deserves anything.

Did you earn what you’ve worked for? Did you earn the right to say you want to be at the top of this company? Of course you have.

You may have honed your body to perfection, but the body follows the mind… and in your mind, I can see it… in your mind, you deserve this.

Your arrogance will be your undoing.

(The angle slowly moved around to Vizier’s back, while at the same time he slowly rose to his feet.)

SETI: I don’t believe in perfection. I don’t believe in completeness or satisfaction or a job well done. There is a moment where I exhale with a job well done, then I move on to the next sword of Damocles moment that will define me and what I do.

I wish to never be complete, I wish to never be perfect… the struggle to excel will dissipate in that instance.

I am not the face of a generation, I am the leader of a Lost Tribe.

(The camera continues to circle, and stops again in front of Vizier.)

SETI: The Emerald City Championship is not your birthright, Perfection… Will you defend the belt with effectiveness? Probably.

Will you defend it with dignity?

(He smirked.)

SETI: I think we both know the answer to that.

(Vizier folded his arms as the camera zoomed in tightly.)

SETI: Perfection?

(He laughed, and closed his eyes again.)

SETI: That won’t be good enough.

(FADEOUT)
 

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Perfectly Produced

FADE IN...

[We are back in club, the two ladies back sitting by Perfection, one has her legs draped over Perfections lap, the other girl laying against him, his arm around her. In his free had he has his iPhone. The bottles of booze that they purchased all on chillers and one not even opened.]

PERFECTION: Perfection takes work, Perfection takes time?

Yeah, it took a total of nine months, maybe a few more to conceive plus a little work to push this (points to self) perfectly out.

[Perfection puts down his iPhone]

PERFECTION: Seti, proverbs and all that hookey crap you tell yourself to sleep better at night is as real as fairy tales.

Don't mistake this idea you have in your mind with what is really going on. I am Perfection, I am the very essence of the word. Now, you can claim I deserve nothing, that hard work, effort and peace to all mankind will let you know you deserve something.

[He shakes his head gently pushing the girls legs off of him and telling her to pour him a drink]

PERFECTION: Wake up call, Seti. I deserve what I say I deserve. I don't need you to explain to me some imperfect system where you pay your dues and someday you become the top dog.

I pay no dues. I don't follow that mindset. I earn things because of my perfectly conditioned outlook on this thing we call life.

This body, it's not going down hill, trust me on that, Seti. I am a gift of life, a gift to man kind and that's what sets me apart from you as you ramble off your sand scribed proverbs at me about how my arrogance will be my undoing.

This coming from you? A man that doesn't wish to reach perfection, that wishes to be sub par at best? To never be complete?

[Perfection laughs as he takes a drink]

PERFECTION: I don't blame you, this standard I have created of perfection is not easy to achieve, oh f-ck modesty, let's be honest, this isn't achievable. So I suppose you are right, Seti, why try to be something you can never be.

At Chain Reaction I am doing what I do best.

Looking good, being great, and biding my time before that title is attached comfortably across this waistline.

[He points to his waist]

PERFECTION: A perfect title for a perfect waistline.

What you don't understand and maybe they didn't teach this in that hut of yours on the Nile, is that dignity is dead.

[Perfection smirks as one girl tugs on his arm]

GIRL: Can we go dancing now baby?

[Perfection totally ignores the girl huffing at her as he continues]

PERFECTION: Dignity, you know what that word even means? Worthy, honored, esteemed or believed in.

That belt is worthy of ME, that belt will honor MY name, and people will believe in MY values. Being perfect, being amazing, being what everyone wishes the could be...

[He points to himself]

...Everything that I am.

Seti, this is my birthright.

What you see before you, is more true than the sun rising in the morning. You may not see it now in all its glorious and perfect detail but you will see it at Chain Reaction Four up close and personal.

Pure Perfection, something never achieved until I showed the world it. Something that no one will ever achieve but me.

That's where the line is drawn between you, them, the world, and me.

All this crap, this idea of you earn it, you need dignity, you gain respect. It's as dead as the pharaohs in the pyramids.

[Perfection points at the camera]

PERFECTION: I don't need your respect. Keep your ideas of wisdom and dignity, I don't need them I never have needed them, I never will need them.

I don't have to work to earn anything that I didn't already earn by just exhaling perfectly produced carbon dioxide.

[He stands up the two girls standing next to him, one arm around each.]

Perfection won't be good enough?

There is nothing better than Perfection, Vizier. There is nothing greater than being 100% perfect, you can't beat perfect.

And last time I checked.

You aren't me.

FADEOUT.
 
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Manufacture Flaw

(FADEIN on a rainbow, over a factory in front of a clear blue sky.)

VIZIER ta SETI (V/O): Absolute perfection.

Isn’t that what this is all about? What is perfection, what is it to be perfect? One can say that a rainbow is perfection. Nature’s wake – up call, everything that sought shelter during a rain can come out and rejoin the world.

As human beings, as pale imitations of the Gods, we will never be perfect.

You… will never be perfect.

I told Stephen Waltz that the greatest of all sins was indifference, with ignorance as a close second. I’m prepared to add a third in your honor, Perfection.

Pride.

Pride goeth before a fall. If you claim to be perfect… it’s a long, long drop to the ground.

Your pride is blinding you from the fact that you are in for the fight of your life at Chain Reaction 4, and if you continue to prepare in shallow dance clubs, surrounded by the company of the vapid and vacant… the fight of your life will be over in record time and your existence will have to settle for being less than perfect.

Your ignorance confuses the definition of the word ‘deserve.’

Your assertion that you deserve anything is the grandest tragedy of all.

Who will win the Emerald City title? We four, each of us has a twenty five percent chance.

The belt will signify the face of this organization as it struggles to find its identity. It will not make your name, Perfection… it will glorify it.

The belt does not have the capacity to be worthy of any of us… the question is, are you worthy of the belt? You would say yes… but then again, your perspective is skewed.

(He zoomed out and up, showing that the camera was previously pointed at a perfectly still lake. The blue sky and the factory were both reflections, but the rainbow can now be seen for what it was: an oil slick of some kind.)

SETI: You may call yourself Perfection… but when one can see the whole picture, your Perfection is clearly a façade, slowly being eaten away from the inside.

I know this, because the cracks clearly show in your bravado. As I stated… when you consider yourself perfect, the only way to go is down.

It’s a long way down, even in a company as young as this.

(FADE TO BLACK)

SETI: One more thing… you may be correct, that the pharaohs are dead and buried… but it’s been more than three thousand years since the Twenty Sixth Dynasty ruled the civilized world and names such as Thutmose, Amenhotep, Hatshepsut, and Tutankhamen are still known to all.

Will anyone remember the name James Witherhold, or his empty promise to himself, Perfection?

Will anyone care?

(Slow dissolve to the Eye of Horus, and fade out.)
 

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The Mirror Is Perfect Cause I Am Reflected

FADE IN...

[We fade into a portion of Perfection's house, a converted bedroom with a three panel mirror, Perfection shirtless in front of it checking himself out. He is in a pair of black wind breakers no shoes or socks on. In the far distance we can see a dresser with bottles perfectly organized on it]

PERFECTION: I am sorry, Seti, I don't mean to be rude but I heard you put out some P-S-A on your version of the seven deadly sins, but as you can clearly see. I have been preoccupied for our match.

[Perfection turns slightly flexing his traps and pecks in the mirror smiling at himself]

PERFECTION: I got the gist of what you are saying because all of that crap, which that's what it was crap, doesn't apply to me. You asked what is Perfection, what is it to be perfect.

[He sighs growing tired of having to explain this to his opponent showing himself off as the image of Perfection]

PERFECTION: This, this is what it is to be perfect.

To be the eighth wonder of the world, this is a burden, Seti. Having women flock over you, men jealous of you, people ignorant of your supreme being.

You are on this hell bent idea that I am not perfect, that I am not what I say I am. What you don't get, Seti, is I don't give a damn what you think, what you believe.

What you think differs from what I KNOW, and I know I am Perfection.

[He takes a drink of water that sits on a stool nearby as he continues to flex in the mirror different muscle groups]

PERFECTION: An ultimate man, the only real man in this damn company, state, nation, and blue ball that travels around the sun.

You really think, Seti, I am fighting for my life? That this match is really scaring me out of my Armani shoes? You think I am going to give you this epic battle, that you will show the world how much you want it?

Trust me, in a perfect world, maybe that would happen but this world isn't a perfect world, other humans aren't perfect.

There isn't going to be an epic battle, there is going to be you busting your ass to beat me and me using minimal effort to beat you.

[He walks away from the mirror and over to a table of what seems like hundreds of cosmetic items]

PERFECTION: For one, I don't have to exert myself to beat you. Sweat clogs the pores and I will have to exfoliate more frequently if I do but mainly, and most importantly, you are not at my level.

Fight of my life (he snickers to himself), stop with the cheesy lines thinking it will make me quiver like a teenage girl watching Twilight. You think I am going to ruin this delicately and incredibly maintained skin in some two way pissing battle with you? Get real.

I am going to put the snooze out on you as fast as I can, then afterward continue gracing this earth with my very presence and being that much closer to my rightful place as Champion.

You ask am I worthy of the belt. What is worth? Proving myself? Showing I value it?

Get lost.

My very aurora that illuminates off of my skin proves worth is nothing more than an idea losers made up because they have big hearts and should be considered for something if not anything.

Worth is nothing more than pussification of generations, knowing what you deserve, what is meant to be yours and demanding it. That's being a man.

[He finds what he is looking for and begins applying lotions to his arms and abs]

PERFECTION: What I am is 100% quality, 100% honest, 100% everything the rest of you schmucks aren't. I am what I say I am, because as much as you hate me deny me, try to prove me wrong, its because you know I am right.

You asked a question, will anyone remember James Witherhold.

No, they will remember Perfection. What I accomplished, what they always wished they could be. They will hear the lore and tails of a man that was better than Hercules and had no faults. He had great hair, great physique, and a nice ass.

[He places his arms onto his hips]

He was literally Perfection.

FADEOUT.
 

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Fun House Mirrors

(FADEIN on an extreme close up of Vizier ta Seti’s face. His eyes are closed. There is an ankh painted over his right eye, and an eye of Horus over his left.

Slow fadeout and Vizier is sitting cross – legged on top of a large screen, which is currently showing Perfection’s latest promo, muted and in slow motion. The rest of the scene is pitch black.)

SETI: I apologize, James… for my… what did you call it, my public service announcements?

You see, perfection is a precarious state of mind, a fragile state of existence. Anyone who would declare themselves to be perfect is either completely delusional, or has done the legwork without earning the experience.

We already know you’re delusional… Hollywood is known for two things, John: being filled with slums, gangs, and crime… and being filled with actors and agents and talent scouts.

That’s two ways of saying ‘Hollywood is filled with the scum of the earth.’ You’re obviously not a gangsta, John… which means you are full of sh*t.

(Seti opened his eyes and looked, dramatically, below him at the image of Perfection looking at himself in the mirror.)

SETI: While you’re busy trying to find yourself in your character, being yourself while being Perfection just like your acting coaches taught you… you’ve been working out. I’ll give you that, you’ve been creating a visual for yourself that would make people say ’Yeah, he looks perfect.’ Your matches have been technically sound and mechanically smooth…

…like someone who recently memorized what it means to have a great match.

That’s the difference between you and I, James. I never claimed to be perfect, but when it comes to this sport… I’m bigger than you, faster than you, more talented than you, and I have more will to succeed than you.

I don’t say that because it’s me saying it… it’s because I’ve been watching you.

You’re everything I’ve come to expect from a wrestler new to the industry, you’ve still got the schoolyard sense of memorizing everything and getting a perfect score on a test.

The Magna Carta was signed in 1215, but can you tell me why that’s significant?

You have the knowledge, James… but knowledge without mileage is bullsh*t.

Look at you.

(He tapped the screen.)

SETI: All you know how to do is react to what people say and do to you. I showed you a lake and you showed me a mirror. I showed you the meaning of the word ‘Deserve’ and why nobody deserves anything, and you had the equivalent of putting your hands over your ears, screaming as loud as you could to not hear me.

I fully expect to see you sitting in a classroom next, giving me a full history of the Magna Carta and showing me the perfect score you achieved on the test.

(He laughed.)

SETI: You can’t memorize how to succeed in this sport, James.

(Vizier reached behind himself and picked up a hammer, using it as a pointer for emphasis.)

SETI: You’ve already shown your weaknesses, James, and it’s going to be child’s play to exploit them.

This will be a short match, you say? This will be a cakewalk, you say?

When it doesn’t happen, do you have the mental ability to improvise?

When you give your fifteen percent effort that you think will be sufficient, and you’re cut off and countered at every turn, and I’m standing in the ring with my fist in the air while you pace on the outside, hearing the count go from six to seven to eight, wondering what the hell happened… will any contingency plan be enough?

When you’re staring at the ring lights, your vision slowly clearing and your breath coming in quick, rapid, painful bursts and you’re wondering what the hell just hit you, how perfect will you feel?

And when you wake up in the middle of the night with a start, and think to yourself how it was all just a dream and how Vizier ta Seti surely couldn’t have stopped a man who arrogantly calls himself Perfection, you’ll laugh to yourself over how awesome you are… and the pain in your ribs, the bruising on your face, and the stitches in your jaw will be a dose of reality… it wasn’t a dream, it was a memory.

Because the one thing about calling yourself perfection, James…

(With a quick as a cat motion, Vizier swung the hammer down and brought it right into the screen, shattering the picture into a hundred splintered pieces with the remnants of Perfection’s promo still playing around the sides.)

SETI: …is that once I shatter you… you might want to think of updating that to ’Almost as good as Vizier ta Seti.’

(FADEOUT)
 

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