003 | Fuck The Haters
Sept 30, 2016 23:49:28 GMT
Valentina Lemay, Felix Hartley, and 1 more like this
Post by Jack Owyns on Sept 30, 2016 23:49:28 GMT
OOC: Sorry for being an almost deadline douche.
INT. DEANNA GREENE'S HOME – MADISON, NEW JERSEY – SEPTEMBER 26TH, 2016
DEANNA GREENE: “Oh no!”
Deanna Greene races across her living room, jumping over her coffee table and over Mackenzie, who is drawing on a blank piece of paper with a red marker. Deanna dives onto the sofa, landing on her knees as she grabs both ends of the curtains and rips them open, filling the room with light.
She looks away from the window, still holding the curtain, and looks past Mackenzie.
DEANNA GREENE: “You should hide.”
Mackenzie puts down the marker, stands up, and peaks out the window.
MACKENZIE GREENE: “Jackie is here!”
Mackenzie smiles as Deanne Greene slams the curtains shut.
EXT. DEANNA GREENE'S HOME – MADISON, NEW JERSEY – CONTINUOUS
The black Camaro of Jack Owyns is parked on the front lawn of Deanna Greene’s property. Skid marks tear up a path behind it from where the vehicle came to a skidding to a stop.
The driver side door opens up, and out steps Jack onto the lawn.
The front door swings open, and Deanna Greene comes marching out while making sure to slam the door behind her shut.
DEANNA GREENE: “You aren't suppose to be here—“
JACK OWYNS: “Ah, save it!”
Deanna made her way toward Jack as he was in a fast walk toward her.
DEANNA GREENE: “If you don’t get back into that car now. I swear to God, you'll never see Mac again.”
JACK OWYNS: “Be real. We both know you never going to let that happen again anyways.”
Deanna stopped in front of Jack, but Jack just brushes past her.
JACK OWYNS: “Oh, Kirky!”
Deanna turns and grabs onto Jack's hoodie from the back and pulls on it, trying to stop him from approaching her home.
DEANNA GREENE: “Jack! No!”
JACK OWYNS: “Come out, come out where ever you are, Ha!”
DEANNA GREENE: “Stop, Jack!”
JACK OWYNS: “Oh, I got your motherfuckin’ apology right here, butter cup. Come … and get it!”
DEANNA GREENE: “He isn't here!”
Deanna releases her hold on Jack's hoodie and then quickly runs around him and throws her body up against the front door, using her body as a blockade to stop Jack from entering her home.
JACK OWYNS: “Ya’ really think that's going to stop me?”
DEANNA GREENE: “I already told you; he isn't here.”
JACK OWYNS: “Bullshit.”
MACKENZIE GREENE: “He’s hiding upstairs.”
Jack and Deanna both look to a side window which overlooks the front porch. Mackenzie Greene appears, looking through the screen.
MACKENZIE GREENE: “Hi Jackie!”
JACK OWYNS: “Little one.”
Mackenzie shoots Jack a smile.
DEANNA GREENE: “Mac! Room now!”
MACKENZIE GREENE: “But.”
DEANNE GREENE: “Now!”
MACKENZIE GREENE: “But I want to see Jackie.”
DEANNA GREENE: “1!”
MACKENZIE GREENE: “But mom, I want to—“
DEANNA GREENE: “2!”
Mackenzie lets out a sigh.
MACKENZIE GREENE: “Bye Jackie.”
Mackenzie waves from behind the screen with a look of disappointment and then disappears.
JACK OWYNS: “I hate when she calls me that.”
Jack responds, thinking out loud.
DEANNA GREENE: “Would you rather her call you dad?”
He looks away from the window Mackenzie had appeared in and brings his attention back to Deanna.
JACK OWYNS: “I'd rather her call me anything but that. Fuckin’ Jackie, you know, I swear she calls me that to get underneath my skin.”
Deanna shakes her head.
DEANNA GREENE: “Can you just leave, please.”
JACK OWYNS: “Why were you at Livewire… Better yet, why was she there? Why was Mac there? You trying to fuck with me?”
DEANNA GREENE: “Because she doesn't understand the monster you are, and I want to show her the monster you are. What you did to Kirk is what you are capable of doing.”
JACK OWYNS: “She knows.”
DEANNE GREENE: “No she doesn't.”
JACK OWYNS: “Oh she does; she isn't stupid. She has eyes and ears that work.”
DEANNA GREENE: “Can you please just leave.”
JACK OWYNS: “Fine.”
Jack looks up at the house before turning and heading back towards his black Camaro.
JACK OWYNS: “But you tell fucking Kirky that I'll see him at Victory.”
DEANNA GREENE: “Just so you know, we WILL be watching. So I hope you plan on doing the right thing for once.”
JACK OWYNS: “Don't I always? HA!”
DEANNA GREENE: “In your own world.”
Jack spins on his heels but continues walking backward.
JACK OWYNS: “You understand that one day you won't be able to stop her from seeing me. You know that, right?”
DEANNA GREENE: “And before that day, she will see you for what you are, and I won't have to stop her. She'll make that decision herself.”
Jack smiles before turning around and grabbing the handle of his driver side door.
JACK OWYNS: “Doubt that, bitch.”
He opens the car door and disappears inside but not before flipping Deanna off with his middle finger. The engine to the Camaro fires up as Jack peels out on Deanna’s front lawn and drives off.
DEANNA GREENE: “Real nice!”
Deanna shouts while stepping off her front porch, looking at her destroyed front lawn.
DEANNA GREENE: “Asshole.”
INT. DEANNA GREENE'S HOME – MADISON, NEW JERSEY – TEN MINUTES LATER
Deanna Greene stands outside the door, which leads to Mackenzie's room, with one hand on the door handle and her other hand resting, palm flat, against it.
DEANNA GREENE: “Sweetie we need to talk.”
She waits for a response, which doesn't come. Deanna opens the door and steps in. She looks around the room and finds that Mackenzie is gone; she notices her window is wide open.
DEANNA GREENE: “Kirk!”
INT. JACK’S BLACK CAMARO – I-78 EXPRESS – CONTINOUS
Jack gears up from 4th gear to 5th gear and then reaches into his center console and pulls out a pack of cigarettes. He pops one in his mouth and then tosses the pack into his passenger seat. He digs into his pocket and pulls out his lighter and lights the cigarette.
From behind him, a tiny blonde heads slowly and rises up from the back seat, sporting a huge smile.
MACKENZIE GREENE: “You shouldn't smoke!”
Jack jumps in his seat and drops the cigarette from his mouth onto his crotch as he turns around and looks at his daughter Mackenzie.
JACK OWYNS: “What the fuck!”
Mackenzie smiles.
MACKENZIE GREENE: “Boo!”
Jack slams on the brakes and brings the black Camaro to a screeching halt. He pops it into neutral. He then grabs the lit cigarette and opens his driver side window and chucks it out the window. The sound of car horns blares around him.
Mackenzie climbs between the two seats and takes a seat on the passenger side seat. Jack doesn’t say a word. He watches his daughter do up her seatbelt. She then looks at him again with a huge grin on her face.
MACKENZIE GREENE: “So where we going?”
JACK OWYNS: “Holy fuck. Oh, you going home before your mom has the entire FBI searching for me for kidnapping. Ya’ got to understand. I’m already up shit creek, little one, and this … this doesn't look good for me.”
MACKENZIE GREENE: “But I don’t wanna go back there. It’s no fun.”
JACK OWYNS: “I know, little one.”
MACKENZIE GREENE: “Mom’s always mad, and Kirk smells like cabbage.”
Jack clenches the steering wheel at the mention of that name but releases it quickly when he remembers who is in the vehicle with him.
JACK OWYNS: “How about we make a deal.”
MACKENZIE GREENE: “What kind of deal?”
JACK OWYNS: “One drink, and then I’m taking you home.”
MACKENZIE GREENE: “Deal.”
JACK OWYNS: “And I know one person who is fuckin’ dying to see ya.”
INT. CAFÉ DINER – NEW YORK, NEW YORK – ONE HOUR LATER
Mackenzie Greene and Oddball are locked in a staredown, sitting across from one another. Neither looks away from the other as they suck on the straws to the milkshakes in front of them in a race.
Mackenzie finishes first and looks out the huge bay window into the parking lot.
MACKENZIE GREENE: “Do you think he is mad?”
Oddball pulls away from the straw, looking like he may have achieved a brain freeze.
ODDBALL: “Jack?”
Mackenzie looks back and nods as Oddball turns and looks out the window towards Jack - from the gestures he is making, he is screaming into the phone. Oddball turns back to Mackenzie.
ODDBALL: “Oh no. Jack, he’s just being silly. Silly man.”
MACKENZIE GREENE: “He looks mad.”
Jack slams his cellphone into the asphalt and is giving it the finger.
ODDBALL: “Ah, such a jokester that one, ah-hahaha. No, he’s just got a lot going on right now with EOW and fighting for you. Did you know he has a big match coming up soon?”
MACKENZIE GREENE: “Yep! Mom, she was talking about it. Mom and Kirk think Jackie’s going to lose, big time.”
Oddball puts his index finger to his mouth.
ODDBALL: “Well, don’t tell him that.”
MACKENZIE GREENE: “I think he’s going to win!”
ODDBALL: “Me too!”
She smiles, and they return to their race of who can finish their milkshakes first as the chimes on the door clang together.
Jack walks over to them and stands on the side that Oddball is sitting as Oddball continues drinking the shake through the straw with his eyes glancing back and forth between the shake and Jack.
JACK OWYNS: “You, out.”
Oddball scoots on the bench to the edge and stands up.
ODDBALL: “I’ll just be over there.”
Oddball points towards a table across from them, walks over to it, and takes a seat as Jack sits in the spot he occupied.
JACK OWYNS: “Your mom is on her way.”
Mackenzie doesn’t look too thrilled with that news. They both just sit there in an awkward silence as Mackenzie finishes her milkshake.
MACKENZIE: “Do you think I can come and watch you wrestle Felix Hartley?”
JACK OWYNS: “Yeah, your mom isn’t going to fuckin’ let that happen.”
MACKENZIE GREENE: “But she took me there before.”
JACK OWYNS: “I know she did, stupid… it makes no sense to me.”
MACKENZIE GREENE: “So then can’t you just ask her and say, 'Please'?”
Jack just shook his head.
JACK OWYNS: “It isn’t that easy, little one. She has gotten over the whole, you know. Your ma insists on fuckin’ punishing me.”
Outside the bay window from where they sit, a car pulls up, and Deanna Greene steps out. She wastes no time getting from her car to the inside of the café.
DEANNA GREENE: “Mac, you are in so much trouble when we get home!”
JACK OWYNS: “Oh come on—“
Deanna turns to Jack and holds up her hand.
DEANNA GREENE: “Don’t even, Jack!”
She turns back to her daughter.
DEANNA GREENE: “Let’s go now, Mac!”
Mackenzie doesn’t say a word but gets up and walks past her mom and heads to the car with her arms folded and stomping her feet as she goes.
DEANNA GREENE: “Don’t you dare give me attitude, miss!”
Deanna quickly turns back to Jack.
DEANNA GREENE: “And you! I know she didn’t do this on her own; you had something to do with this.”
JACK OWYNS: “You fuckin’ kidding me?”
Deanna turns and heads toward the exit and then pushes the door open halfway.
DEANNA GREENE: “I’m getting tired of this. I just wish – I just wish I could go back in time and take Mackenzie far away from Seattle, so she never found you and our lives could just go back to normal like they were, without you.”
She steps outside the door halfway now.
DEANNA GREENE: “I’m looking forward to Victory and watching, and for Mac to watch, and see you lose to Felix Hartley. Because she will see her father for the loser he actually is, and I look forward to her seeing you not apologize to Kirk and show her the type of man you actually are, a loser.”
Deanna walks out as the door closes behind her.
JACK OWYNS: “Fuck you!”
Jack grabs the milkshake,which Mackenzie left, and tosses it against the door.
INT. INSIDE JACK’S BLACK CAMARO – NEW YORK, NEW YORK – HALF HOUR LATER.
Jack’s pupils were dilated as a lit cigarette dangled from his lips.
JACK OWYNS: “FELIX! Oh, fuckin’ Felix. You know what you are…you are everything, every-fucking-thing I hate about what this industry has become. Another person that just sees this as some fuckin’ gateway to brighter, greener, pastures. Yeah so what, you don’t care about wrestling, you’ve made that clear time and time again. You’ve kept no secrets regarding that aspect. All you give a shit about is your body, money, social media followers, blah, blah, fuckin’ blah!”
Jack takes the cigarette from his mouth.
JACK OWYNS: “But let me ask ya something. How much have you actually thought this out? You know; this fuckin’ career choice, huh? Can that twenty-year-old mind actually wrap itself around what is bound to fuckin’ happen to you? You care so much about your fuckin’ looks and body, but do you realize that you are in an industry full of injuries and scars? An industry which destroys your body, destroys your looks? Because let me tell you something. When you enter into the ring on Sunday, I’m going in there to hurt you. Destroy that body, and I’m going to leave it full of fuckin’ scars. Then you can post a selfie – SAY CHEESE! – but nobody will fuckin’ care because I’m going to make it look like your face met a meat grinder.”
“Mysti Savage talked about how hard she hits, but she doesn't hit as hard as I do. My strikes, my kicks, my knees, and my elbows come down hard, and they leave marks. I will break your nose, blacken both your eyes, open your skin, and knock your fuckin’ teeth out. And all that money that you hope to make will all go down the drain regularly to maintain your medically paid look. You’ll turn out as broke as a fuckin’ joke. You think that kick that Mysti Savage laid on your ribcage hurt? Well, wait until you feel my kick to your ribcage with 254 pounds behind it. It’s going to hurt, very, very BAD!”
He takes another inhale.
JACK OWYNS: “I’m going to show you why you don’t belong and why, maybe, you should of listen to that fucktard Finn Whelan and maybe start to take this shit seriously because I’m not Mysti Savage, and your tricks won’t work on me. Oh, Roland. Oh, Roland. I’m in dire need of medical assistance. HA! Well, don’t fuckin’ worry, I’ll be your doctor, and my assessment is this…you need sleep, and I will fuckin’ put you to sleep. You are stepping into the ring with an actual wrestler, a veteran of the industry here. I will wrestle circles around you, and I will expose that inexperience you have.”
He exhales a cloud of smoke towards the dash-cam setup.
JACK OWYNS: “Almost everybody had fuckin’ doubted me going into Victory 1. Most didn’t think I had a chance, and I went out there and brought everything I fuckin’ had and scored the victory, and once again the odds are against me, and you all think that Felix Harley is going to beat me. Well, you just lost your fuckin’ money. I will move one step closer towards that Ultimate Championship. Because I can outlast her, I can out-wrestle her, and I can beat her. Felix Hartley let me tell you something. I am stronger than Mysti Savage. I hit harder than Mysti Savage. I am faster than Mysti Savage. I am a better wrestler than Mysti Savage, I have better cardio than Mysti Savage, I’m better in almost every category than Mysti Savage. Yeah, you beat Mysti Savage, but I’m far from being in the same league as Mysti Savage. I’m way up here.”
Jack raises his hand above his head.
JACK OWYNS: “And Mysti Savage is way down here.”
Jack lowers his arm so you can’t even see it anymore.
JACK OWYNS: “And I will show that to you Felix. When I fuckin’ beat you.”
Jack looks at his cigarette and takes the last drag. He rolls down his window and tosses it out.
JACK OWYNS: “And Kirk Collins? Fuck you!”
Jack exhales.
FADE IN:
INT. DEANNA GREENE'S HOME – MADISON, NEW JERSEY – SEPTEMBER 26TH, 2016
DEANNA GREENE: “Oh no!”
Deanna Greene races across her living room, jumping over her coffee table and over Mackenzie, who is drawing on a blank piece of paper with a red marker. Deanna dives onto the sofa, landing on her knees as she grabs both ends of the curtains and rips them open, filling the room with light.
She looks away from the window, still holding the curtain, and looks past Mackenzie.
DEANNA GREENE: “You should hide.”
Mackenzie puts down the marker, stands up, and peaks out the window.
MACKENZIE GREENE: “Jackie is here!”
Mackenzie smiles as Deanne Greene slams the curtains shut.
CUT TO:
EXT. DEANNA GREENE'S HOME – MADISON, NEW JERSEY – CONTINUOUS
The black Camaro of Jack Owyns is parked on the front lawn of Deanna Greene’s property. Skid marks tear up a path behind it from where the vehicle came to a skidding to a stop.
The driver side door opens up, and out steps Jack onto the lawn.
The front door swings open, and Deanna Greene comes marching out while making sure to slam the door behind her shut.
DEANNA GREENE: “You aren't suppose to be here—“
JACK OWYNS: “Ah, save it!”
Deanna made her way toward Jack as he was in a fast walk toward her.
DEANNA GREENE: “If you don’t get back into that car now. I swear to God, you'll never see Mac again.”
JACK OWYNS: “Be real. We both know you never going to let that happen again anyways.”
Deanna stopped in front of Jack, but Jack just brushes past her.
JACK OWYNS: “Oh, Kirky!”
Deanna turns and grabs onto Jack's hoodie from the back and pulls on it, trying to stop him from approaching her home.
DEANNA GREENE: “Jack! No!”
JACK OWYNS: “Come out, come out where ever you are, Ha!”
DEANNA GREENE: “Stop, Jack!”
JACK OWYNS: “Oh, I got your motherfuckin’ apology right here, butter cup. Come … and get it!”
DEANNA GREENE: “He isn't here!”
Deanna releases her hold on Jack's hoodie and then quickly runs around him and throws her body up against the front door, using her body as a blockade to stop Jack from entering her home.
JACK OWYNS: “Ya’ really think that's going to stop me?”
DEANNA GREENE: “I already told you; he isn't here.”
JACK OWYNS: “Bullshit.”
MACKENZIE GREENE: “He’s hiding upstairs.”
Jack and Deanna both look to a side window which overlooks the front porch. Mackenzie Greene appears, looking through the screen.
MACKENZIE GREENE: “Hi Jackie!”
JACK OWYNS: “Little one.”
Mackenzie shoots Jack a smile.
DEANNA GREENE: “Mac! Room now!”
MACKENZIE GREENE: “But.”
DEANNE GREENE: “Now!”
MACKENZIE GREENE: “But I want to see Jackie.”
DEANNA GREENE: “1!”
MACKENZIE GREENE: “But mom, I want to—“
DEANNA GREENE: “2!”
Mackenzie lets out a sigh.
MACKENZIE GREENE: “Bye Jackie.”
Mackenzie waves from behind the screen with a look of disappointment and then disappears.
JACK OWYNS: “I hate when she calls me that.”
Jack responds, thinking out loud.
DEANNA GREENE: “Would you rather her call you dad?”
He looks away from the window Mackenzie had appeared in and brings his attention back to Deanna.
JACK OWYNS: “I'd rather her call me anything but that. Fuckin’ Jackie, you know, I swear she calls me that to get underneath my skin.”
Deanna shakes her head.
DEANNA GREENE: “Can you just leave, please.”
JACK OWYNS: “Why were you at Livewire… Better yet, why was she there? Why was Mac there? You trying to fuck with me?”
DEANNA GREENE: “Because she doesn't understand the monster you are, and I want to show her the monster you are. What you did to Kirk is what you are capable of doing.”
JACK OWYNS: “She knows.”
DEANNE GREENE: “No she doesn't.”
JACK OWYNS: “Oh she does; she isn't stupid. She has eyes and ears that work.”
DEANNA GREENE: “Can you please just leave.”
JACK OWYNS: “Fine.”
Jack looks up at the house before turning and heading back towards his black Camaro.
JACK OWYNS: “But you tell fucking Kirky that I'll see him at Victory.”
DEANNA GREENE: “Just so you know, we WILL be watching. So I hope you plan on doing the right thing for once.”
JACK OWYNS: “Don't I always? HA!”
DEANNA GREENE: “In your own world.”
Jack spins on his heels but continues walking backward.
JACK OWYNS: “You understand that one day you won't be able to stop her from seeing me. You know that, right?”
DEANNA GREENE: “And before that day, she will see you for what you are, and I won't have to stop her. She'll make that decision herself.”
Jack smiles before turning around and grabbing the handle of his driver side door.
JACK OWYNS: “Doubt that, bitch.”
He opens the car door and disappears inside but not before flipping Deanna off with his middle finger. The engine to the Camaro fires up as Jack peels out on Deanna’s front lawn and drives off.
DEANNA GREENE: “Real nice!”
Deanna shouts while stepping off her front porch, looking at her destroyed front lawn.
DEANNA GREENE: “Asshole.”
CUT TO:
INT. DEANNA GREENE'S HOME – MADISON, NEW JERSEY – TEN MINUTES LATER
Deanna Greene stands outside the door, which leads to Mackenzie's room, with one hand on the door handle and her other hand resting, palm flat, against it.
DEANNA GREENE: “Sweetie we need to talk.”
She waits for a response, which doesn't come. Deanna opens the door and steps in. She looks around the room and finds that Mackenzie is gone; she notices her window is wide open.
DEANNA GREENE: “Kirk!”
CUT TO:
INT. JACK’S BLACK CAMARO – I-78 EXPRESS – CONTINOUS
Jack gears up from 4th gear to 5th gear and then reaches into his center console and pulls out a pack of cigarettes. He pops one in his mouth and then tosses the pack into his passenger seat. He digs into his pocket and pulls out his lighter and lights the cigarette.
From behind him, a tiny blonde heads slowly and rises up from the back seat, sporting a huge smile.
MACKENZIE GREENE: “You shouldn't smoke!”
Jack jumps in his seat and drops the cigarette from his mouth onto his crotch as he turns around and looks at his daughter Mackenzie.
JACK OWYNS: “What the fuck!”
Mackenzie smiles.
MACKENZIE GREENE: “Boo!”
Jack slams on the brakes and brings the black Camaro to a screeching halt. He pops it into neutral. He then grabs the lit cigarette and opens his driver side window and chucks it out the window. The sound of car horns blares around him.
Mackenzie climbs between the two seats and takes a seat on the passenger side seat. Jack doesn’t say a word. He watches his daughter do up her seatbelt. She then looks at him again with a huge grin on her face.
MACKENZIE GREENE: “So where we going?”
JACK OWYNS: “Holy fuck. Oh, you going home before your mom has the entire FBI searching for me for kidnapping. Ya’ got to understand. I’m already up shit creek, little one, and this … this doesn't look good for me.”
MACKENZIE GREENE: “But I don’t wanna go back there. It’s no fun.”
JACK OWYNS: “I know, little one.”
MACKENZIE GREENE: “Mom’s always mad, and Kirk smells like cabbage.”
Jack clenches the steering wheel at the mention of that name but releases it quickly when he remembers who is in the vehicle with him.
JACK OWYNS: “How about we make a deal.”
MACKENZIE GREENE: “What kind of deal?”
JACK OWYNS: “One drink, and then I’m taking you home.”
MACKENZIE GREENE: “Deal.”
JACK OWYNS: “And I know one person who is fuckin’ dying to see ya.”
CUT TO:
INT. CAFÉ DINER – NEW YORK, NEW YORK – ONE HOUR LATER
Mackenzie Greene and Oddball are locked in a staredown, sitting across from one another. Neither looks away from the other as they suck on the straws to the milkshakes in front of them in a race.
Mackenzie finishes first and looks out the huge bay window into the parking lot.
MACKENZIE GREENE: “Do you think he is mad?”
Oddball pulls away from the straw, looking like he may have achieved a brain freeze.
ODDBALL: “Jack?”
Mackenzie looks back and nods as Oddball turns and looks out the window towards Jack - from the gestures he is making, he is screaming into the phone. Oddball turns back to Mackenzie.
ODDBALL: “Oh no. Jack, he’s just being silly. Silly man.”
MACKENZIE GREENE: “He looks mad.”
Jack slams his cellphone into the asphalt and is giving it the finger.
ODDBALL: “Ah, such a jokester that one, ah-hahaha. No, he’s just got a lot going on right now with EOW and fighting for you. Did you know he has a big match coming up soon?”
MACKENZIE GREENE: “Yep! Mom, she was talking about it. Mom and Kirk think Jackie’s going to lose, big time.”
Oddball puts his index finger to his mouth.
ODDBALL: “Well, don’t tell him that.”
MACKENZIE GREENE: “I think he’s going to win!”
ODDBALL: “Me too!”
She smiles, and they return to their race of who can finish their milkshakes first as the chimes on the door clang together.
Jack walks over to them and stands on the side that Oddball is sitting as Oddball continues drinking the shake through the straw with his eyes glancing back and forth between the shake and Jack.
JACK OWYNS: “You, out.”
Oddball scoots on the bench to the edge and stands up.
ODDBALL: “I’ll just be over there.”
Oddball points towards a table across from them, walks over to it, and takes a seat as Jack sits in the spot he occupied.
JACK OWYNS: “Your mom is on her way.”
Mackenzie doesn’t look too thrilled with that news. They both just sit there in an awkward silence as Mackenzie finishes her milkshake.
MACKENZIE: “Do you think I can come and watch you wrestle Felix Hartley?”
JACK OWYNS: “Yeah, your mom isn’t going to fuckin’ let that happen.”
MACKENZIE GREENE: “But she took me there before.”
JACK OWYNS: “I know she did, stupid… it makes no sense to me.”
MACKENZIE GREENE: “So then can’t you just ask her and say, 'Please'?”
Jack just shook his head.
JACK OWYNS: “It isn’t that easy, little one. She has gotten over the whole, you know. Your ma insists on fuckin’ punishing me.”
Outside the bay window from where they sit, a car pulls up, and Deanna Greene steps out. She wastes no time getting from her car to the inside of the café.
DEANNA GREENE: “Mac, you are in so much trouble when we get home!”
JACK OWYNS: “Oh come on—“
Deanna turns to Jack and holds up her hand.
DEANNA GREENE: “Don’t even, Jack!”
She turns back to her daughter.
DEANNA GREENE: “Let’s go now, Mac!”
Mackenzie doesn’t say a word but gets up and walks past her mom and heads to the car with her arms folded and stomping her feet as she goes.
DEANNA GREENE: “Don’t you dare give me attitude, miss!”
Deanna quickly turns back to Jack.
DEANNA GREENE: “And you! I know she didn’t do this on her own; you had something to do with this.”
JACK OWYNS: “You fuckin’ kidding me?”
Deanna turns and heads toward the exit and then pushes the door open halfway.
DEANNA GREENE: “I’m getting tired of this. I just wish – I just wish I could go back in time and take Mackenzie far away from Seattle, so she never found you and our lives could just go back to normal like they were, without you.”
She steps outside the door halfway now.
DEANNA GREENE: “I’m looking forward to Victory and watching, and for Mac to watch, and see you lose to Felix Hartley. Because she will see her father for the loser he actually is, and I look forward to her seeing you not apologize to Kirk and show her the type of man you actually are, a loser.”
Deanna walks out as the door closes behind her.
JACK OWYNS: “Fuck you!”
Jack grabs the milkshake,which Mackenzie left, and tosses it against the door.
CUT TO:
INT. INSIDE JACK’S BLACK CAMARO – NEW YORK, NEW YORK – HALF HOUR LATER.
Jack’s pupils were dilated as a lit cigarette dangled from his lips.
JACK OWYNS: “FELIX! Oh, fuckin’ Felix. You know what you are…you are everything, every-fucking-thing I hate about what this industry has become. Another person that just sees this as some fuckin’ gateway to brighter, greener, pastures. Yeah so what, you don’t care about wrestling, you’ve made that clear time and time again. You’ve kept no secrets regarding that aspect. All you give a shit about is your body, money, social media followers, blah, blah, fuckin’ blah!”
Jack takes the cigarette from his mouth.
JACK OWYNS: “But let me ask ya something. How much have you actually thought this out? You know; this fuckin’ career choice, huh? Can that twenty-year-old mind actually wrap itself around what is bound to fuckin’ happen to you? You care so much about your fuckin’ looks and body, but do you realize that you are in an industry full of injuries and scars? An industry which destroys your body, destroys your looks? Because let me tell you something. When you enter into the ring on Sunday, I’m going in there to hurt you. Destroy that body, and I’m going to leave it full of fuckin’ scars. Then you can post a selfie – SAY CHEESE! – but nobody will fuckin’ care because I’m going to make it look like your face met a meat grinder.”
“Mysti Savage talked about how hard she hits, but she doesn't hit as hard as I do. My strikes, my kicks, my knees, and my elbows come down hard, and they leave marks. I will break your nose, blacken both your eyes, open your skin, and knock your fuckin’ teeth out. And all that money that you hope to make will all go down the drain regularly to maintain your medically paid look. You’ll turn out as broke as a fuckin’ joke. You think that kick that Mysti Savage laid on your ribcage hurt? Well, wait until you feel my kick to your ribcage with 254 pounds behind it. It’s going to hurt, very, very BAD!”
He takes another inhale.
JACK OWYNS: “I’m going to show you why you don’t belong and why, maybe, you should of listen to that fucktard Finn Whelan and maybe start to take this shit seriously because I’m not Mysti Savage, and your tricks won’t work on me. Oh, Roland. Oh, Roland. I’m in dire need of medical assistance. HA! Well, don’t fuckin’ worry, I’ll be your doctor, and my assessment is this…you need sleep, and I will fuckin’ put you to sleep. You are stepping into the ring with an actual wrestler, a veteran of the industry here. I will wrestle circles around you, and I will expose that inexperience you have.”
He exhales a cloud of smoke towards the dash-cam setup.
JACK OWYNS: “Almost everybody had fuckin’ doubted me going into Victory 1. Most didn’t think I had a chance, and I went out there and brought everything I fuckin’ had and scored the victory, and once again the odds are against me, and you all think that Felix Harley is going to beat me. Well, you just lost your fuckin’ money. I will move one step closer towards that Ultimate Championship. Because I can outlast her, I can out-wrestle her, and I can beat her. Felix Hartley let me tell you something. I am stronger than Mysti Savage. I hit harder than Mysti Savage. I am faster than Mysti Savage. I am a better wrestler than Mysti Savage, I have better cardio than Mysti Savage, I’m better in almost every category than Mysti Savage. Yeah, you beat Mysti Savage, but I’m far from being in the same league as Mysti Savage. I’m way up here.”
Jack raises his hand above his head.
JACK OWYNS: “And Mysti Savage is way down here.”
Jack lowers his arm so you can’t even see it anymore.
JACK OWYNS: “And I will show that to you Felix. When I fuckin’ beat you.”
Jack looks at his cigarette and takes the last drag. He rolls down his window and tosses it out.
JACK OWYNS: “And Kirk Collins? Fuck you!”
Jack exhales.
FADE TO BLACK.
