An Unlikely Face

[Bray]

A small lamp light illuminates a small, spaced out room. Located in the center of the room are a small metal table and two metal chairs accompanying each side. Sitting on the chair is an irate Bray S. Spur, repeatedly tapping his fingers on the table. His tattered dress shirt indicates that his stay at the police station has not been a kind one. After seconds of back to back finger tapping, the officer responsible for bringing him in, Officer Garrus, opens the door and stands in the doorway.

Officer Garrus: You have a guest, Mr. Horton.

 

Bray looks to Garrus and scowls.

Bray S. Spur: My name isn’t-

 

Voice: Spare him the details, Ali.

 

Bray stands up, distressed at the voice he just heard speaking to him. He tilts his head to the side and is slightly relieved to see a young woman enter the room, dressed in a red business blazer accompanied by casual pants and black heels. A tag is present on her blazer, labeled “Ace”. She smiles at Bray, who returns the gaze with a smirk.

 

Bray S. Spur: Sup, sis?

 

Ace: Not just sis, Ali. It’s LAWYER sis.

 

Bray S. Spur: Interesting. So that’s what you’ve been doing while I’ve been gone, eh?

 

Ace: Makin’ moves, putting criminals behind bars. But, it doesn’t matter what I’ve been up to, Ali. It what you’ve got yourself into.

 

Bray S. Spur: Stop calling me that. I don’t even put that name on documents anymore.

 

Ace: [smiling] Too bad.

 

Ace turns to Officer Garrus.

 

Ace: I’ll take it from here, Garry.

 

Officer Garrus nods his approval and leaves the room, closing the door behind him. Ace takes a moment before sitting down in the opposite chair and stares at her brother.

 

Bray S. Spur: “Garry?”

 

Ace: Friend of mine. We go way back, even to our childhood.

 

Bray S. Spur: I thought he looked familiar. He was that asshole that kept flirting with everyone in third grade! I shoulda-

 

Ace: We’re getting off topic here. This isn’t about me or my past. This is about YOU.

 

Bray shrugs and slouches back in his chair, annoyed.

 

Ace: Lay back all you want, Ali, but the fact is, you shouldn’t even be in processing right now. You should be in jail, meeting Big Bubba, and out of a job!

 

Bray S. Spur: So, how come I’m not?

 

Ace laughs and puts her feet on the table.

 

Ace: Just cause I’m a lawyer doesn’t mean I have no connections.

 

Bray raises an eyebrow.

 

Ace: You’re off the hook. Guys at the station managed to get the guy to calm down and... take a vacation, if you will. Heard he’s going to Hawaii. Nice place. Very nice.

 

Bray S. Spur: Okay, that’s fine and good and all. Question is, if I’m off the hook, why the hell am I here right now?

 

Ace: Because whether you like it or not, I’m your sister!! One of my jobs is to make sure you don’t go to jail and have Momma back home having a heart attack!

 

Ace: I mean, Braylin, we’ve talked about you and your constant anger issues. We know you get crazy like hell. We know you act like you’re bipolar all the damn time! Why do you think Momma didn’t want you to become a wrestler in the first place? You get crazy sometimes, man. And it makes a lot of people look the other way when they see us.

 

Bray steadies himself straight and lets out a heavy sigh. He stares at his sister’s eyes, remembering the times when occasions like this only resulted in a leather belt across the bottom.

 

Bray S. Spur: I know, sis. It’s just... I love OCW. I know I’m good. I know I’m great! It’s just... I got a lot going on my mind lately. It’s like every second I’m not talking or fighting, someone’s taking my place. And it’s happened! I had to stay off of Turmoil 121 because I had too much BS to take care of.

 

Ace softens her gaze at Bray and smiles.

 

Ace: I know. That’s why I’m here. To offer you a deal.

 

Bray S. Spur:And what might that be?

 

Ace: The way I see it, if you keep going down this road of attacking camera crews and talking to yourself at walls, that’s not going to get you anywhere. In fact, it'll only get you fired and sent to a mental hospital. And both of us don't want that. We both know you’re the Best in the Wo-

 

Bray suddenly cuts off Ace, slamming his hands on the table.

 

Bray S. Spur: Don’t call me that!.... I’m sorry, just don’t call me that. The Broken Spirit is better.

 

Ace: O...kay. We both know you’re the Broken Spirit. We both know you’re one of the best Turmoil has to offer. We both know that you’re not considered as one of the best. So.. the way I see it... you might need someone to say, I don’t know, keep you in check, in case things go south?

 

Bray S. Spur: Keep me in check? What do you mean? Why aren’t you-

 

Ace: Let me finish. I never said I disagreed with what you did. If anything, Momma would say just whip everybody ass until you get bored. My thing is, you can’t just kick people’s asses without a little pick-me-up, know what I mean?

 

Ace: Basically, what I’m saying is.... you can do whatever you want... as long as I get a guaranteed contract with Online Championship Wrestling.

 

Bray rises from his chair and laughs maniacally. Ace looks at him with a look of “KILL” and Bray calms down.

 

Bray S. Spur: YOU? As a wrestler? I-I’m sorry. I love you, but when was the last time you stepped foot in a gym, much less a ring? Besides, won’t Momma find out and bitch you out?

 

Ace: Ali, I’m a lawyer. I do my homework. And Momma,... As long as she gets paid for what we do, she doesn’t care. I take my vitamins, I say my prayers, I-... Nevermind. Point is, I want to be a wrestler!... Can you do that for me?

 

Bray takes a moment paces around the table, going deep in thought about his sister’s request.

 

Bray S. Spur:... All right.... All right. I’ll see if I can get you a contract.

 

Ace nearly jumps out of her seat and rushes to hug Bray, who reluctantly returns the hug.

 

Ace: Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou!! I swear, you think the women now are tough and beautiful... Just wait till they see me!

 

Bray S. Spur: One step at a time, lil sis. First things first, I have a score to settle with someone. He doesn’t know I’m after him, but I don’t care.

 

Ace: And who would that be?

 

Bray S. Spur: The poison of Turmoil, the ass of OCW.... The only one who’s ever beaten me so far..... Dennis Black.

 

Ace: Why are you after him?

 

Bray S. Spur: ....Ever since he beat me, I’ve been on a long road to Shites-burg. For every single person I had to lash out at and beat down just to prove a point! For that, I blame him.

 

Ace: ...Shouldn’t you blame the booking team for that?

 

Bray S. Spur: I do, except I probably can’t touch them without getting fired.. I know who my target is, I know what to do, and I know how I’m gonna do it. I’m gonna take that Television title from him one way or the other. I'm gonna take every single Dennis Black poster, cover them with black roses, and burn them all at a stake. I'm gonna-

 

Ace: One step at a time, big bro.

 

Bray S. Spur: Yeah ....Let’s get outta here. I’ll fill you in on the way. We gotta stop by Unleashed first so I can face..... Genital James or something? Doesn’t matter. Let’s go.

 

Ace: Before we go...

 

Ace opens the door and extends an arm out and brings in back in to reveal Bray's jacket from the night before.

 

Bray S. Spur: You got my jacket!

 

Ace: Even as adults, I still can't get you to put your stuff back up.

 

Bray S. Spur: It wasn't my fault though.

 

Ace: Excuses, excuses, Ali!

 

Bray S. Spur and Ace leave the room and exit the police station. The camera fades to black.

[Big Ed]

Lol take a number in line. Caramel's dance card is full. Legit...take a number. I can name like 5 characters that want Dennis or his belt. Me, Joe, Seb, Trance, Loki. Why doesn't the world title have this kind of attention?

 

Anyway. If Trance does get the shot on June 5, I think Loki should get the winner. He's been waiting and won the battle royal. Definitely looking forward to unleashed this weekend.

[Bray]

I smell a 6-man ma-... Never mind. Servers wouldn't allow it.

[Big Ed]

Tournament! We've had world title tourneys. But never a tv title tourney. Winner gets the winner of Dennis and Trance. Practically writes itself.

[Jacob Trance]

Another tournament could very well give me terminal cancer

[Big Ed]

6 man turmoil tag??????????

[Bray]

Trying to do another 6-man match would give me ebola.

[Jacob Trance]

The turmoil tag creation actually works really well!

 

It should be saved though, it's our match

[Jacob Trance]

Trying to do another 6-man match would give me ebola.

 

Ironically someone 5 minutes from where I'm currently sat contracted Ebola and was hospitalised

[B-17]

Loki will not be putting title shot on the line. It's mine.