GreggG
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(CUT TO: A black screen with a gold crown with its peaks in the shape of flames. The shot then dissolves slowly into a shot of the plaid carpeted rug with fireplace in the background. Standing in front of the fireplace, wearing a heavily starched blue/white striped shirt from the Dorchester Satin Jos. A. Bank Collection with navy blue blazer with The Hellfire Club insignia on the front over light near-white khakis is DORCHESTER STRATTON, a smirk on his face as he chuckles.)
DORCHESTER: "You got me, Jack. You're up 1-0. Congratulations, my man, on beating me in the first of our series. I'm not going to lie, because I don't do that. I'm a bit sore. I'm a bit hurt. But wounded? Scared? Concerned about my early loss in our feud? Not one bit. Because, Jack, we both know that I *LET* you have that one."
(Dorchester straightens out his blazer.)
DORCHESTER: "Jack, I pride myself on being the most ruthless, cunning athlete professional wrestling has ever seen. I will do absolutely whatever it takes to claw my way up the ladder of this industry. And I *HAVE* done just that, as your still-sore ribs will attest after I damn near ended your life with one of my many, many cars. I knew headed into Reloaded that I was in the middle of something big. That I was on the cusp of HISTORY. That I, along with my stablemates Blaine Hollywood and JJ DeVille, and the illustrious company of Veronica Abrams Rumsfeld, would be staging THE ULTIMATE COUP ATTEMPT in wrestling history. I'm sorry, Jack, if I was a bit distracted. Did I want to beat you at Jones Beach? Oh, you have no idea how badly I wanted to destroy you. But my mind was elsewhere."
(Dorchester stares at the fire.)
DORCHESTER: "My critics are no doubt saying that I took my eye off the ball. But that's where they're wrong. Because I have my eyes not just on the ball but on the ENTIRE DAMN PRIZE. Jack, if things were as they stood just a few days ago, you and I would be doing battle. I would be wrestling at the behest of Calvin Carlton, who damn well wanted to shunt me aside for the likes of you. Calvin tried to use me as HIS pawn to further HIS gains. That, Jack, was the wake up call. That, Jack, was when we finally decided that we had enough. That we were no longer going to do this for Calvin Carlton or Troy Windham. We were going into business for ourselves. And we were going to TAKE OVER AND DOMINATE PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING."
(Dorchester shakes his head.)
DORCHESTER: "The three of us have egos. You don't get to be the ABSOLUTE BEST in professional wrestling without having just that. But the talented and beautiful Veronica Abrams Rumsfeld -- whom you laid your hands on, Jack, don't think I forgot about that -- has organized it in such a manner that it's all for one and one for all. The particulars of our arrangement are NONE of your concerns. But just know this -- The Hellfire Club is in this together and all in our path will be destroyed."
(Dorchester leans back and chuckles.)
DORCHESTER: "And that brings us to you, Jack. You see, our goal in taking over NFW is a simple, step-by-step process. And one of those steps is for us to win every single title in this promotion. Lesser men give a rank and prestige to each title. *WE* don't do that. The TV Title is just as important as the World Title is just as important as the tag belts is just as important as whatever it is Rook Black walks around carrying. Because all of those belts, when held by one entity, means TOTAL power. It means TOTAL control. It means that we can hold up this promotion for any amount of money we want. Any sort of demand that we have. Hell, once we hold all of the titles, we'll be able to determine who and who will even BELONG on this roster. Like you, Jack."
(Dorchester now stares at the camera.)
DORCHESTER: "Jack, like I said, you beat me in a match that was SECONDARY on my mind. And even with that, I damn near not just beat you... but damn near DESTROYED you. You have come mere inches away SEVERAL times now from being the latest scalp on my wall, placed on the mahogany next to WildStar and Joe The Plumber and Mike Randalls and Troy Windham. But now, Jack... I am a member of The Hellfire Club. Our alliance has been revealed. And now my focus is solely on both defeating and CRIPPLING you, Joe. I will end this year cradling that TV title in my arm. And since these are MY goals... they are the goals of Blaine Hollywood and JJ DeVille as well. You, Jack, are going to lose to me and SURRENDER the TV Title to us. To the Hellfire Club. You've done a lot of great things in your young career, Jack. But that's what you're going to be known for in history. The first person to get steamrolled by the inevitable. Do what thou wilt, Jack. Because we certainly are."
(Dorchester stares intently at the camera. He holds up his palm to the camera. He connects his pinky and thumb circularly, holding up his index, middle and ring fingers upwards, the official sign of The Hellfire Club. FTB.)
DORCHESTER: "You got me, Jack. You're up 1-0. Congratulations, my man, on beating me in the first of our series. I'm not going to lie, because I don't do that. I'm a bit sore. I'm a bit hurt. But wounded? Scared? Concerned about my early loss in our feud? Not one bit. Because, Jack, we both know that I *LET* you have that one."
(Dorchester straightens out his blazer.)
DORCHESTER: "Jack, I pride myself on being the most ruthless, cunning athlete professional wrestling has ever seen. I will do absolutely whatever it takes to claw my way up the ladder of this industry. And I *HAVE* done just that, as your still-sore ribs will attest after I damn near ended your life with one of my many, many cars. I knew headed into Reloaded that I was in the middle of something big. That I was on the cusp of HISTORY. That I, along with my stablemates Blaine Hollywood and JJ DeVille, and the illustrious company of Veronica Abrams Rumsfeld, would be staging THE ULTIMATE COUP ATTEMPT in wrestling history. I'm sorry, Jack, if I was a bit distracted. Did I want to beat you at Jones Beach? Oh, you have no idea how badly I wanted to destroy you. But my mind was elsewhere."
(Dorchester stares at the fire.)
DORCHESTER: "My critics are no doubt saying that I took my eye off the ball. But that's where they're wrong. Because I have my eyes not just on the ball but on the ENTIRE DAMN PRIZE. Jack, if things were as they stood just a few days ago, you and I would be doing battle. I would be wrestling at the behest of Calvin Carlton, who damn well wanted to shunt me aside for the likes of you. Calvin tried to use me as HIS pawn to further HIS gains. That, Jack, was the wake up call. That, Jack, was when we finally decided that we had enough. That we were no longer going to do this for Calvin Carlton or Troy Windham. We were going into business for ourselves. And we were going to TAKE OVER AND DOMINATE PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING."
(Dorchester shakes his head.)
DORCHESTER: "The three of us have egos. You don't get to be the ABSOLUTE BEST in professional wrestling without having just that. But the talented and beautiful Veronica Abrams Rumsfeld -- whom you laid your hands on, Jack, don't think I forgot about that -- has organized it in such a manner that it's all for one and one for all. The particulars of our arrangement are NONE of your concerns. But just know this -- The Hellfire Club is in this together and all in our path will be destroyed."
(Dorchester leans back and chuckles.)
DORCHESTER: "And that brings us to you, Jack. You see, our goal in taking over NFW is a simple, step-by-step process. And one of those steps is for us to win every single title in this promotion. Lesser men give a rank and prestige to each title. *WE* don't do that. The TV Title is just as important as the World Title is just as important as the tag belts is just as important as whatever it is Rook Black walks around carrying. Because all of those belts, when held by one entity, means TOTAL power. It means TOTAL control. It means that we can hold up this promotion for any amount of money we want. Any sort of demand that we have. Hell, once we hold all of the titles, we'll be able to determine who and who will even BELONG on this roster. Like you, Jack."
(Dorchester now stares at the camera.)
DORCHESTER: "Jack, like I said, you beat me in a match that was SECONDARY on my mind. And even with that, I damn near not just beat you... but damn near DESTROYED you. You have come mere inches away SEVERAL times now from being the latest scalp on my wall, placed on the mahogany next to WildStar and Joe The Plumber and Mike Randalls and Troy Windham. But now, Jack... I am a member of The Hellfire Club. Our alliance has been revealed. And now my focus is solely on both defeating and CRIPPLING you, Joe. I will end this year cradling that TV title in my arm. And since these are MY goals... they are the goals of Blaine Hollywood and JJ DeVille as well. You, Jack, are going to lose to me and SURRENDER the TV Title to us. To the Hellfire Club. You've done a lot of great things in your young career, Jack. But that's what you're going to be known for in history. The first person to get steamrolled by the inevitable. Do what thou wilt, Jack. Because we certainly are."
(Dorchester stares intently at the camera. He holds up his palm to the camera. He connects his pinky and thumb circularly, holding up his index, middle and ring fingers upwards, the official sign of The Hellfire Club. FTB.)