[The scene opens on a single vehicle, a Jeep, sitting in the parking lot of what appears to be a medical complex. Inside the vehicle, Derek Davis, the younger brother of "The Franchise" Dade Davis is sitting in the driver seat with the car on auxiliary, the radio humming and with a magazine in his hand. Between each page that he flips in the magazine, Derek glances over at the entrance to see the area still. A few minutes pass and Derek is spooked out of his read by the opening of the Jeep's door. In climbs Dade, who immediately puts his seat belt on and prepares to leave the venue without even whispering a word to his brother.]
Derek Davis: So, how did it go?
Dade Davis (non-chalant): The usual.
Derek: Dade, you can't be like that about this. You know I gotta worry for everyone here.
Dade: No you don't Derek, I will be fine. I have been fine for the last year, I will fine for now and you don't need to worry anymore than you did before.
Derek: And you think I didn't worry before? You think that I wasn't consumed everyday with what was going to happen to my big brother. Just because you had Michelle and you had dad and for a while, you had Scott, all of whom went with you to appointments, you don't think I was even the slightest bit concerned?
Dade: Stop being so concerned Derek. Stop worry about me, you have so many other things to worry about and take care of. Next weekend, my little brother is getting married, he has a baby on the way and the last thing in the world that I want is for you to be focused on me. I can take care of me.
Derek: That's the problem Dade. I love you and you know that, but you've never been that good at taking care of yourself. That's one of the things that got you here. You couldn't be healthy, couldn't do it on your own and you drank and you drank.
[Dade just shakes his head in disappointment, un straps his seatbelt and climbs from the vehicle.]
Derek: Dade, c'mon are you just gonna walk?
Dade: Yeah, I'm just gonna walk. Thanks for the ride Derek, next time keep your opinions to yourself.
[Dade starts walking away from the vehicle, down the mostly vacant side road between medical buildings. Derek yells behind him, still in the jeep.]
Derek: Fine, be a stubborn prick Dade! Maybe it's time you start accepting things! Maybe it's time you start making amends with people and situations!
[As Derek finishes, he fires up the car and peels out of the parking lot, heading off into the distance in the opposite direction of where Dade is walking. As he does, Dade is shaking his head at what Derek just yelled, but also immediately begins thinking about what just occurred inside his doctor's office.]
FIFTEEN MINUTES EARLIER
Doctor: Well I can tell you Mr. Alexander that not much has changed since you were in a few weeks ago. The Angiosarcomas and hemangiosarcomas are being held off for the time being by the cirrhosis. The hardening of your liver that we found a year ago is now working to both help and hinder you. While it is restricting the blood flow in, it is also restricting any possible spread of the cancer.
[Dade is seen sitting on the table in the office, just shaking his head as if he's never heard any of this before.]
Dade: Last time I was here, you told me that this week you'd be able to give me a stronger time frame.
Doctor: And I can to a degree. I don't think it comes to any shock to you Dade, there is nothing that we can at this point and there really hasn't been for a year, even before the cancer was evident. If you follow certain guidelines, it is possible that you will make it through the year. But it is so hard to tell at this point because the medicine we have given you has worked for what it needs to and you haven't begun to show any physical signs that your body is deteriorating.
Dade: So I can keep wrestling.
Doctor: I wouldn't.
Dade: You wouldn't, but I can?
Doctor: Physically, yes. Your body has not turned on you, you are in good physical shape still but understand that even with medication, the wear and tear you are putting on yourself every week may very well speed up how quickly your body will shut down.
Dade: I don't care.
Doctor: Maybe you should Dade. I am not here to be your conscience, I am here to be your doctor.
[The doctor pauses and seems to be getting almost emotional.]
Doctor: But I have also been your doctor for a very long time. I have taken care of your family, watched you and Derek grow up....I've lost and seen you lose both your mom and dad. I don't want to see you cut your life short because you don't know when or how to stop.
Dade: And I do appreciate that Rodney. But I can't stop, I won't stop. I don't know anything else and I don't have anything else.
Doctor: Well then all I can do is tell you to be careful Dade. We'll meet again in a month unless otherwise needed. And if you are going to keep up this rigorous pace, it may be best that you get everything in order sooner than later. You need to start making amends in your life where needed.
[The doctor pats Dade on the knee and walks from the room. As the door closes behind him, Dade's head immediately drops down and he runs his hands over the top of his buzzed hair. As Dade raises his head back up, a single tear can be seen trickling down his face and across the stone-cold emotion of his lips.]
[As Dade walks down the street, he cracks his knuckles with frustration as he begins ranting to himself.]
Dade: Amends? Who the hell does Derek think he is?! Amends is what you have to make when you are in my position? You live your life your own way, for you and you only and then when things take a turn for the worse, you have to apologize for it? That's all that making amends is, it's one big apology. Why should I ever have to apologize to anyone for how I have lived my life? I've made mistakes, just like every other man, woman or child on this planet. But everything I have done, I have made the educated decision to do, right or wrong. And now I have to take it back? The hell with that. Because everyone who is not in my life because of the choices I have made, they have taken themselves out of my life. My friends, my former co-workers, my son, they all chose the path that they are on much as I chose my own. So why take it back? Why look weak when it is the last thing that I really am. I am not weak.
I am not weak in life and I am surely not weak inside the confines of a Premiere Wrestling Alliance ring. I am sure after I opened up to my best friend and his wife, after Chris and Ashlee Michaels...and then the world...knew my secret, I am sure that everyone thought I was done. I figure that all of the boys in the back, all of the so-called fans and the critics, they wrote me off. It's easy to figure that Dade Davis just wouldn't have it anymore inside of a ring and this was an easy way out for me. Or hell, even if I did stay that I would have this monster excuse when things went wrong, when I didn't win or when I would possibly fail. But they were wrong. It is not a surprise because they have all been wrong all along about me from the day I started in this business, from the day I started in this company and even from the day at Vow II that I returned to this company. But this is not an excuse because I don't need an excuse. I didn't need one at High Stakes when Chris Michaels and I beat the world tag-team champions around the ring. I didn't need an excuse last week on Conflict when I felt London McCormack's ankle cracking and snapping in my hands. Sinners don't need excuses. Sinners sin and then sinners win. I have been a winner all of my life and this won't change anything. If anything, it will make me stronger and it will make me that much scarier to those who chose to contest me both in life and inside the confines of a wrestling ring. Because now, I can really and honestly tell the world that I have nothing to lose....and that makes me very, very...dangerous.
[Dade stops talking as he reaches a main road in Cambridge and hails down a cab. Dade hops in and the cabs takes off in the distance.]
[The scene shifts to inside Davis' private jet where he sits alone, far from the scene accustomed to inside this aircraft. There are no girls, no makeshift flight attendants, no entourage of friends and security, no Chris Michaels. Instead, it is just Dade Davis, sitting, grinning and thinking.]
Dade: I am not sure yet that the world understands just how big of a deal that High Stakes was. I think that most are far too consumed with the outer appearance of the situation to see the intricacies of what evolved what it truly means to the foundation of PWA. On the outside, it looks like the culmination of the quests of three separate men, who then came together to form this sort of super group. And yes, it was that in ways but it means so much more. What it means is that what Dade Davis came to preach on in 2008 when he entered PWA has come true. Jake Keeton is not a member of The Era, he is his own man. Yes, he will stand next to The Era in the Sinners Club and he'll keep sinning as he should have all along. But what it does mean is that Jake Keeton saw the light and he saw it naturally. Jake Keeton is not part of The Era, the tag-team, but he is a part of the ERA that Chris Michaels and myself have always so arrogantly bragged about. The Era is a name that we have used as we enter the ring, but in the bigger picture it is a mind frame, a way of life. I have said since day one in PWA that those who don't see the light, see this ERA, will be eliminated. Maybe most took this falsely as a threat and that is the choice they had to make. The ERA was never a threat and never was I going to force anyone into it. Jake Keeton saw it naturally and together he now stands with Dade Davis and Chris Michaels under a common name, under a common goal, under a common understanding.
Some people did not see the light naturally, in fact they did not see it at all. And those people, be it sooner or later, they fell by the wayside and are not inconsequential in this company and in this business. We all know who they are and we all know who will join them. See the match this week at Conflict is the brain child of one man and one man only. That man, Nighthawk, represents everything that is wrong with this business and everything that Dade Davis has been fighting to change since day one that I have been in PWA. He represents something that Chris Michaels has been wanting to change for most of his tenure in PWA. And he represents something that Jake Keeton wants, maybe more than anyone else at this moment, to change and eliminate. I have never met you in the ring before Nighthawk and I can honestly say that I have maybe ever spoken two words to you in passing. While my unit and my vision may have hindered your fluke title reign a short time ago at High Stakes, you and Dade Davis have never crossed paths nor bumped shoulders. But there you are, making challenges and putting Dade Davis' name in your mouth. That alone is a mistake. Putting all other agendas aside for just one moment, who do you think you are to mutter my name? It's one thing if I were the man that cost you the world title at High Stakes. It's one thing if I had made an example of you at some point like I have made of London McCormack and others. But when you are nothing more than a confused little squirrel in the wilderness of PWA, why oh why would you start talking trash about the hungry wolf? Now trust me, I have seen some dumb shit in my day. But never can I remember someone calling out Dade Davis, be it in a solo encounter or as part of a unit, if I had never crossed paths with that person before. It's pretty much the same thing as assisted suicide. It's like calling up Dr. Kavorkian and asking him to put a hollow point into your temple. You are simply not on my level and in the very basic scheme of things Nighthawk, I have no beef with you. But if you want to start talking Dade Davis, then who am I to stand in the way of your request being granted?
I think that's easy for me to do because once I get past the surface, that aforementioned basic scheme of things, I loathe Nighthawk. As I said, everything that you stand for is just wrong. Your basic principle, your goody-good nature, your dilapidated mind set, it is all just counterproductive to what the intelligent people of this industry are trying to do. I asked, who am I to stand in the way of your request being granted, but who are you Nighthawk, to stand in the way of vision, of progress, of an ERA that the Sinners Club is looking to further establish both as a unit and as individuals? People have stood in the way and if you for a second want me to think that you are in any way different from Terminus or Cross Recoba, then you might want to do something to catch my attention and separate yourself from that stigma, because that is all you are right now. Nighthawk is everything that is wrong, the Sinners Club is everything that is right. We started to remedy that when WE put the world title on Jake Keeton at High Stakes. And yeah, we were going to get back around to you sooner than later because you need to go. But you can't wait, so why should we? Fundamentally, this is the biggest mistake you have made in your career Nighthawk. I hope you understand that.
[As Dade finishes, the pilot's voice comes over the speaker.]
Pilot: Mr. Alexander, we are about five minutes away from landing in New York.
[As he says this, Dade's cocky grin turns into a full fledged maniacal grin.]
Dade: Time to make amends.
[The next time we see Dade, he is stepping out of a limo that has pulled up in front of a small condo in Manhattan. After the car pulled up, Dade exited, now clad in a casual dress suit with a pair of sunglasses on. He grabs a small bag from the vehicle, dismisses the driver and walks up the concrete steps, knocking heavily on the door. A man, a few years younger than Dade opens the door. Clad in a pair of glasses with a backwards New York Mets hat on, the man is recognizable to some wrestling fans as Christian Roman, who was a member of cWo alongside Dade many years ago. He looks surprised to see Dade at first, but then smiles as the two shake hands.]
Dade: Brendan, living large in the NYC....
Brendan: Dade Davis, what the hell brings you here?
[Brendan, as Dade calls him, ushers Dade into the place and the two head into a den-like room where Davis unbuttons his suit coat as he sits down on the couch and Brendan plops down in a chair near him.]
Brendan: What is going on man, it's been what, two years?
Dade: At least.
Brendan: Hey, I talked to Chris about the illness. Man, I am so sorry.
Dade: Brendan, don't even...it's good. We don't need to go there.
[Brendan nods his head in agreement and understanding.]
Dade: But in the same regard, they do tell me that I need to make amends.
Brendan: Oh yeah?
[With that, Dade stands up and before Brendan can look even more than confused, Dade lands a vicious punch to Brendan's jaw, knocking him out of his chair and onto
the hard wood floor below.]
Dade: I'm sorry Brendan for all the times you held me down.
[Dade kicks him in the stomach while he lays on the floor wincing in pain.]
Dade: I'm sorry Brendan that I beat your ass any time we stepped in the ring against each other.
[Dade kicks him again.]
Dade: I'm sorry Brendan that I am better than you. And I am sorry, truly sorry, that I didn't do this before.
[Dade kicks him one more time before turning and leaving the room. He exits the building and as he does, he opens the bag that he took in with him. He pulls a Sinners Club t-shirt out from the bag and hangs it on the door handle. As he turns away from the door, Dade chuckles silently and descends the steps before re-entering the limo as it speeds off.]
Dade: Sometimes, this so called amends can be made in your own way. I think I learned that on my flight over here. And if that is how I respond to a man I have known for seven years, who I have befriended, who I have battled...how does Dysfunction think I am going to respond to them when this debauchery of a six-man match occurs at Conflict? I am not sure that Tony Field is taking that into consideration. See, while the strong link of this flash-in-the-pan tag-team is busy looking at the statistics of this match, prepping himself on useless information, he is ignoring the one thing that makes Dade Davis and all of the Sinners Club to interesting...that intangible. Look at your analysis Tony, look at the so-called tendencies of Keeton, Michaels and Davis. I can only imagine that the page is either blank or filled with some bullshit. Because the only tendency that we have is unpredictability. If Nighthawk had one of those awesome analytical sheets before High Stakes, did it say that Chris Michaels would cost him the world title in favor of Jake Keeton? If M&M had one, would it have said that Keeton was going to smash McCormack in the face with that freshly minted world title gold? The fact is Tony that there is no way to ever fully scout the Sinners Club because we do, week by week, simply what is going to push us ahead and no matter what you, your statistics or anyone else says...there is no way to predict us as a unit or as individuals. You may think that I am saying this just to psych either you or myself out but it's not the case. I'm just not predictable and even if I was, you would still be too simple to get it. I think that your lack of real knowledge is never more evident than your short, irrelevant and just plain ignorant rant about how The Era is not the real deal. Tony, how much gold have you managed to collect in your term in PWA? How much success have you claimed? If The Era is not the real deal, then I am not sure that there is one in his company. I don't need to list off our accomplishments just to counteract your thought that holds no barring in reality.
Tony Field says that he and Ashton Crowley are the two most successful wrestlers in the world in the last ten years, yet I have to disagree. One, I don't care what you did before you came to PWA Tony, because even though it made you who you are in the grand scheme...in PWA, you are nothing. In PWA, there have been no more successful competitors than Jake Keeton, a former Lightheavyweight and Tag-Team champion who is currently adorned by the World Title...thank Chris Michaels, one half of the current Tag-Team champions and a former Premiere champion...and Dade Davis, the other half of the Tag-Team champions and a man who has also felt the warmth of that PWA World Title glow. So you tell me again why I should consider you the best? When you have what, beaten The Era? Well good for you Tony, why don't you come up to me before the match so I can give you a nice pat on the back for that one. We've lost, it happens. The Era is not undefeated as a tag-team, but does it matter? Does it matter that we've lost to you? Does it matter that a year and a half ago we lost to Reckless Jack and Freddy Fandango? I'd venture to think that our World Tag-Team title belts don't think so. A win over The Era got you what? You guys fought who...Criminal Intent at High Stakes? Am I right? And it got us...oh yeah, we were main eventing and winning the tag-team titles. So kudos Tony and Ashton, you beat us and it still does not mean a damn thing. If you were the real deal and we weren't, then wouldn't you have the gold? Wouldn't you be on top of the Premiere Wrestling Alliance with us in the gutter, instead of the other way around?
Tony Field is a joke. Anyone can talk a big game Field, but few can back it up. You have sturdy win-loss record against a hardly exceptional list of PWA competitors. Other than that victory over The Era, that we have already been over, your PWA win resume reads like a dark match listing for jobber-a-thon 2009. Wait....hold....I gotta go back....did I say 'loss'? Damn, did you forget that Tony? I knew you had lost twice, but it just feels like I was there for one of them.
[Dade grins from ear to ear as he continues with his sarcastic tone.]
Tony, it feels almost like I was right there with you in that loss, pinning your shoulders to the mat. Damn, was that an out of body experience? No, no it wasn't. That was me, pinning your shoulders to the mat in an eight man tag match. Wow, I can't believe I almost forgot about that, looks like your selective amnesia was wearing off on me. But like I've said Tony, in all fairness, losses happen. You've pinned Chris, I've pinned you...blah blah. That doesn't mean much in the grand scheme of it all. What does is that we are dominant and you are not....we have the gold, you do not. And say what you will Tony Field, but that's what matters. You are either a champion or you are not. The Era is...Dysfunction isn't...and THAT sir, is the bottom line.
[Dade sits back in the limo and grabs a Pepsi out of the mini-fridge that sits near him. After, he takes a drink, he pops out his cell phone and dials a number. With the phone of speaker, it begins to ring.]
Dade: Chris, how goes it?
Chris: It goes. I take it you aren't here yet.
Dade: I'm in New York.
Dade: Nope, doctor's orders. I was making amends.
Chris: Damn Dade, what did you do?
Dade: I went to visit Brendan.
Dade: Relax, I just wanted to leave him a Sinners Club shirt.
Chris: You flew to New York just to leave him a shirt? Dade, I know better than....
[Dade starts making noises into the phone.]
Dade: Chris, I think I'm losing you....ccccrrckkkccrr.....
Chris: Stop it....
Dade: I'm...crrrcckk...going through a tunnel....crreccckkerrr...
[Dade hangs up his cell phone and rolls his eyes. He takes another drink of his beverage before turning his attention back to Dysfunction.]
Dade: I noticed this week that both these sick freaks in Dysfunction have made a big deal about the fans being on their side going forward with their PWA careers. Um, yay? One thing that Tony and his girlfriend Ash should know is that these fans, they don't really like you...they just hate us. The fans could care less if Ashton Crowley is decapitated in a violent gay porn accident tomorrow. The are sheep, they are easily manipulated. I could walk out in Cleveland, Ohio at Conflict and get each and every one of those plebeians to cheer for me, so rant and rave about "The Franchise" Dade Davis. But why? They are no advantage or disadvantage. I'm really super stoked for you guys that the fans are on your side and probably even more so with yippee-yay Nighthawk as your partner, but it doesn't really faze me, so I am not sure why you keep bringing it up. Though that is the similarity between Tony and Ashton, there are also some things very different. Unlike his perpetually lame partner Tony Field, at least Ashton Crowley gives some respect where respect is due. In some regards, Ashton Crowley is very, very smart man. Yes, people like M&M, Criminal Intent and Vagina...I mean Va'aiga...are a waste of space on this roster. And you should young man, respect The Era's abilities. But don't think for a second that your obviously desperate attempt at flattery means I will reciprocate. I don't think that Dysfunction is that good. Sure, you are better than Criminal Intent, better than Lone Star Inc., but better than The Era?
[Dade breaks out in a jovial, over the top laughter.]
Even better than M&M? Nope, not that either. It's cool that Dysfunction thinks so highly of themselves. But no, you aren't better than us, not better than M&M and hell, you don't even deserve that next shot at the tag-team titles. I mean, as I see it, M&M does still have a rematch if London can hobble down to the ring. And I am no expert but I think that Jason Sandman and Captain Howdy did beat M&M when they were the tag-team champions, so I'm just thinking...shouldn't they be next in line? Like I told Tony Field and I will reiterate again for him and Ashton Crowley...beating us that one time, it didn't really mean a damn thing.
What does mean a damn thing is unity, which is something else that Dysfunction seems to pride themselves on. The question is, how unified will you be when you step in a ring teaming with a man of his own agenda? Lemme simplify this for you Tony and Ashton and even you too Hawky-Hawk, if I still have your attention....the last time that Dysfunction and The Era met, it was part of an eight-man tag match. Even with our rivals M&M on our side of the ring, The Era still had more unity. The four of us had different agendas than each other, as did you and your partners that night. But we still stood out, we still stood strongest and in the end it was Dade Davis pinning Tony Field. So here we are again going into another multi-person tag-team match and there again is Dysfunction teaming with someone who has his own ideals, his own agenda to complete. And here again stands The Era, but not with two men who want to beat our heads in, but with a man who thinks, acts and produces just the same way that we do. Yet, Tony Field and Ashton Crowley still think that they have the advantage?
[Dade laughs again with a big grin his face.]
That's cute kids, it really is.
[Dade rubs his face as he keeps laughing and the scene fades to black.]