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Scene 1
Off Camera
March 28th
Breakdown
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She’s
devious, some would go as far as to say she is downright wicked and evil. But Sophie O’Brian disagrees with the assessment
other individuals give about who she is.
Sophie O’Brian is a self-described sociopath. She does not believe her actions are
inherently evil, but neither does she believe them to be good, either. Sophie believes herself to be beyond the
notions of good and evil, right and wrong.
She believes the concept of a moral compass is pointless. That’s how she views herself, despite what
others may say about her.
The truth of
the matter is that it is hard to judge Sophie O’Brian. Judge, in this case, means to interpret
her. Why does she do the things that she
does? What drives her? What motivates her? In the past she has tormented athletes such
as Dawn Lohan and Brooklyn Smith simply to see how far they could be pushed. In the past she has built up a cult-following
around her, not to conquer or run roughshod over a company, but to see how long
it would take for them to break free from the mental hold she had upon
them. Most recently she went on a
campaign to prove to the wrestling world at large that there are no true
heroes, that everyone is flawed, everyone is a villain.
Now the
self-described sociopath claims that she wants to put championship gold back
around her waist. She did recently win a
match against Helena Merriman but, the truth is, Sophie realizes that it will
take more than just one win to put her name on the map in Supreme Championship
Wrestling and it will take better performances than what she’s been putting forward
if she hopes to get the opportunities she desires.
“Blast it!”
Unfortunately,
things are not going her way. We’re backstage in Madison Square Garden in New
York City and Sophie O’Brian, following a loss to Thomas Valentine, is heading
back through the halls of the backstage area, looking for her dressing
room. The match has just ended so the
sting of the loss is still fresh. Mark O’Brian
is following her closely behind, making sure she doesn’t do anything stupid.
Imagine
that; the Pinky to Sophie’s Brain is the one who is trying to make sure SHE
doesn’t do anything stupid.
“Hey, Sophie!” Mark’s booming voice
seems to drown out every other noise around the sibling pair as he tries hard
to keep up. “Calm down! And, y’know, slow down!”
“This wasn’t how it was supposed to bloody
work out!” The Belfast native’s voice is shrill as she shouts with anger
without even bothering to turn around and look back at her brother. “This was supposed to my moment! My time to make a statement! But instead I was humiliated and embarrassed
out there!”
“It was a good match, Soph.” Mark offers
up consolingly. Sophie immediately turns
around and faces her larger brother. “You
did the best you could.”
“But I lost, you lummox!” She slaps the
taste out of his mouth. “As much as the
fake heroes try to tell you that putting on a good math matters and that doing
the best you can matters, the truth is that the only thing that matters is
victory.”
“But it WAS a good match.” Mark
insists. Sophie just shakes her head
vehemently.
“Yes, and I lost!” She sighs. “Look, take Angelica and Kayla Jones, for
example. You remember them, right? The Sisterhood?”
“Yeah.”
“They wrestled some damn good matches in the
latter period of their SCW career. They
lost most of those matches, but they wrestled some good matches. Did they get rewarded with a tag team title
match?” Sophie pauses, waiting on Mark to answer. He just shrugs his shoulders and Sophie rolls
her eyes. “No, idiot, they did not! They did not get rewarded for wrestling good
matches. Only the winners got rewarded. Lexi and Chad, two heinous individuals in
SCW, got rewarded with the SCW Tag Team Championship. Syren is easily the biggest crook in this
company right now and she was rewarded for her theft and underhanded tactics with the SCW World
Championship. So no, my dear brother,
wrestling a ‘good match’ does not mean anything. Winning is all that matters and did I win
tonight?”
“No…” Mark’s voice trails off as he
shakes his head.
“That’s right! I did not win!”
Sophie spins
back around on her heel and begins storming back down the hall with Mark trying
to catch up. It is clear that Sophie is
frustrated with herself tonight. But it
is more than just about tonight. These
frustrations have been building for quite some time now. Since her SCW debut at Taking Hold of the
Flame, Sophie has not made much of an impact.
Her biggest achievements in her short stint thus far has been a battle
royal victory, a victory over Helena Merriman, and taking Ravyn Taylor to the
limit in a Television Title Match. But
by Sophie’s own standard, taking Ravyn to the limit still means nothing. She did not win. She did not become Television Champion.
It was her
desire to win championship gold in SCW.
No longer did she have some strange point to prove about society or
human nature. No longer did she desire
to mentally torture anyone. She wanted
the material possession of a championship belt and the accolades that went along
with it. But she realizes that she’ll
have to do better than she did tonight if she hopes to get to that point. In fact, Sophie is beginning t o worry if she
can get to that point at all.
Finally
Sophie comes to a door and pushes it open, stepping into the locker room
area. Mark follows her inside, making
sure to shut it behind him. Sophie turns
around and stares at him inquisitively, tilting her to one side. Mark frowns.
“What?
What are ya staring at?”
“You.”
“Why?”
“Think about it for a second……brother.”
Sophie makes
certain to put an emphasis on the word ‘brother’, as it is a clue. Mark does hear the emphasis but clearly does
not understand it. He looks around the
room, trying to think about what Sophie could possibly mean, and then he shrugs
his shoulders.
“Uh…I don’t get it…”
“Seriously?”
“Nope, not a clue.”
“Bloody hell,” Sophie rolls her eyes “we’re in the WOMEN’S locker room, you dolt!”
“Huh?!”
“Yes, Mark, we are in the women’s room. Imagine the shit you’d get if one of the
women came out right now half-dressed or not dressed?”
“Uh…that’s not a problem, is it?”
“I am related to a Neanderthal.” Sophie
smacks her forehead.
“What’s the big deal? I’m your brother!”
“Look, Mark, I’ll explain he birds and the
bees and the difference between men and women to you later,” Sophie
approaches her Sherman Tank of a brother and gently shoves him, intending to
get him out of the women’s dressing room “but
why don’t you get out before you get in trouble?”
“You won’t be long will ya?”
“No, why?” Sophie smirks. “Afraid to be alone without me?”
“Nah, I just don’t want to have to talk to
anyone. And there are people out there,
you know?”
“You really are a social butterfly, brother.”
She nods her head. “Fine, I’ll try
and get changed as quickly as possible.
Not like I want to spend any longer here than I have to; not after this
humiliating loss.”
“Alright, Soph, I’ll be right outside, but…”
“But what?”
“…I know ya lost and all that. It sucks.
But, you’ll bounce back. You
always do.”
“Thanks for the vote of confidence,
brother. You don’t know how much that
means to me.” She sighs and shakes her head. “Though I’m not entirely sure it is true this time. I had direction the previous times. I had strategies and back up plans. I don’t have direction, strategies, or any
back up plans.”
“Oh…” Mark’s voice trails off and he
shrugs his shoulders “…I dunno much about
your plans but maybe you should just start from the beginning?”
“The beginning?” Sophie asks with an
arched eyebrow.
“Yeah, blank slate. Know what I mean?”
Sophie
scratches her chin as a knowing grin forms upon her face. “I think you gave me a good idea, Mark.”
“Really?”
“Yes, there is a first time for everything. Now get out of here before someone sees you.”
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Scene 2
Off Camera
April 5th,
2018
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It is dark
outside in Belfast, Northern Ireland and the thunder rolling in the background
signals to any normal common sense individual that a storm is brewing and it
would be best to stay indoors. But
Sophie O’Brian is far from normal, even if her common senses do tell her that
she is about to get wet. But she knows
that she can get to her destination before the downpour. She knows because she can see her
destination, an old warehouse, up ahead in the dim lighting of a few overhead
lights mounted on the warehouse itself.
Her journey
here was one she hasn’t made in a long time, and yet she still remembers it all
too well. The houses gave way to an
empty barren road a full twenty minutes ago and the verge became more of a
junkyard than the junkyard. The old
machinery lines, the road covered in dirt, and scavenged into skeletons of
whatever they were. Still it has the
curved roof like an aircraft hanger and the walls are corrugated tin. The
broken tarmac around it is empty except for a forklift – it must be in use
again, just like it was all those years ago.
Sophie O’Brian
feels the first rain drop hit her hand.
She stops gazing at the warehouse and makes her way up to the door. One might expect this place to be locked up
by whoever owns it but not Sophie.
Sophie expects it to be unlocked and, sure enough, as she turns the
doorknob and it opens easily. She steps
inside and shuts the door behind her.
The lights are off and it is pitch black. Sophie can’t see her hand in front of her
face.
This causes
great frustration for the Belfast native.
“Ok, stop the games!” Sophie shouts
loudly. “I know you’re here!”
She pauses
to wait on an answer from someone who apparently doesn’t exist. Sophie growls angrily, shaking her head.
“Damn it!
You wanted me back! You ALWAYS
wanted me back!” She spins around. “Well
here I am! So come out of hiding!”
Again Sophie
pauses, waiting for an answer from this unknown individual. But still nothing. Sophie is very agitated by this point.
“I called you! You said you’d be here! Now you stand me up?! You stand me up when I need you the most?!” Sophie sighs and shakes her head. “I
suppose I deserve this…”
Suddenly the
lights in the warehouse come on all at once.
Sophie smirks knowingly.
“Now I know
you’re here.”
“Of course,
how could I reject this proposal of yours?” Comes a female voice from off in
the distance. The sound of clicking
heels can be heard as she continues talking. “I had to have my fun,
though. You said it best, Sophie. You deserve it for abandoning me.”
Sophie
watches the center of the room. A woman
with raven black hair in a crimson red dress and matching patent leather heel
pumps steps into the room. She motions
for Sophie to come towards her. Without
waiting for another request, Sophie immediately steps towards this woman.
“Greetings, Sohpie. It has been a long time. Too long, if you ask me.”
“Yes, it has been too long….” Sophie’s
voice trails off as she kneels down before this woman “…my Mistress.”
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On Camera
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“War is a catalog of rough mistakes.”
--- Sir Winston Churchill
I made my
debut in Supreme Championship Wrestling back at Taking Hold of the Flame
2017. It’s been nearly a year now since
that point. I came here making the
declaration that all of your heroes were flawed. I told each and every fan in attendance at
the arenas that their precious heroes would stab them in the back or sell them
down the river all for the sake of fulfilling their own selfish agenda. It’s what they do because, even though they
are beloved, even though they are cheered, they are also human beings.
Human beings
are flawed individuals. We make
mistakes. Our plans never work out
exactly as we wish and that goes for everyone, even the most expert of
strategists like myself. Yes, even I
make mistakes and I’m willing to admit that my first year in this company has
not gone according to plan and much of it has to do with my approach.
A mistake or
two does not necessarily mean failure.
And failure itself does not necessarily mean the end of the road. It just means you have to go back to the drawing
board and retool, rework your strategy.
Make new plans that perhaps work better than the old ones. But to have any plan or strategy work you
need to have your goal in mind. My goal
still remains clear and present.
I want to
have championship gold back around my waist.
But after my
recent string of failures I’ve learned that I need to expand my horizons. Winning championships is my primary goal;
secondarily, I intend to learn more about myself. I intend to grow as an athlete and, more importantly,
as a master strategist. I want to win
championships and I want to be recognized as one of the smartest individuals in
the sport today.
Billy
Breakdown is a fool. Furthermore, Billy
Breakdown is a prime example of those who refuse to learn from their mistakes.
The comic
relief who thought he was a world champion but, to be perfectly frank, is
celebrated by absolutely no one. People
laugh at you, Billy. No one takes you
seriously. In fact, I am somewhat
offended that I am facing you on Breakdown in the first place.
But I’m not
offended at you or SCW but more at myself because I put myself in this situation
where I now face the comic relief of SCW.
It’s fine, though, because unlike you, Billy boy, I have retooled, I
have reworked my strategy, and even more importantly I have done some
introspection. I have changed myself in
many ways.
I look at
our match as motivation. I am motivated to send a message to SCW that I want
better competition than this and that I will EARN better competition than
this. I will mow through each and every
one of the curtain jerking comic relief boys and girls they throw at me.
You’re the
first they threw at me Billy, and I’m going to send you right back to them……on
a stretcher.
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