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