"Who the hell was that guy?"

[Samsin Simsin]

 

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[Samsin Simsin]

Previously Recorded

 

The scene opens inside the Scumchester Academy with Samsin and OWEN standing opposite each other. The camera zooms in and begins to pick up their conversation.

 

OWEN: I wanted to ask if you could show me how to throw that right hand the way you do…

 

Samsin: You really think it's something? I appreciate that, man. Let's get it…

 

Samsin begins shadow boxing. Wincing every few seconds as if he was under strain and pressure.

 

Samsin: Ross is going to chuck a beer at me sooner or later if he sees me throwing at the air and not at least sparring with you, OWEN. Put your hands up.

 

Already short on breath, Samsin quickly motions for Owen to take a stance. OWEN duly puts his hands up.

 

OWEN: Like this?

 

OWEN glances around as if looking for someone, or an airborne beer outside his peripheral vision, before putting his hands up to spar opposite of Samsin.

 

Samsin: Left foot out, 1, 1, 2, 2.

 

Samsin begins lightly swinging on OWEN. Left jabs and Right jabs.

 

Samsin: Left foot, 1, 1-2, 1, 1-2.

 

OWEN maintains his poise and his hands up guarding as Samsin starts applying more pressure.

 

Samsin: Left foot. 2, 1-2, 2, 1-2, 2, 2.

 

Wrex: Goddammit F**kstick!

 

Samsin flinches and casts his attention to a shouting Ross atop the perch overlooking the whole building.

 

Wrex: You're not turning MY gym into your f**king sand pit, quit running your mouth with this English cunt and get back to work, I didn’t say you could take a break. Hit him like you mean it, for f***sake... Samsin, put your hands down and take a f**king punch boy!

 

Samsin: *sighs* Yes, sir…

 

OWEN: You know he’s taking advantage of you, right? You don’t have to take this treatment.

 

Samsin: it's only "Endurance training", Owen.. Just humour him. I'll be fine…

 

Samsin puts his hands behind his back and closes his eyes as the camera cuts.

 

 

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[Samsin Simsin]

Previously Recorded….

 

Our view fades-in on Samsin Simsin as he takes a deep breath and slowly exhales. His hands gloved and lay over each other behind his back.

 

He closes his eyes.

 

One thick, dull thud. And another is heard as we then realize Samsin has just been rocked with a meaty left jab and right hook.

 

Wrex : Yes! That's right! Hit him again!

 

Shrugging off the blows and regaining his composure, Samsin puts his hands back up to guard.

 

OWEN: Don’t worry about him. Take your time. Are you ready to go?

 

Samsin winces but still waves OWEN over to him..

 

Wrex: Goddammit Samsin! Did I say you could put your fucking hands up?

 

Samsin flinches as if Wrex's words were abruptly shouted directly into his ear instead.

 

Wrex: No! I didn't, did I? Now, put your hands back down and let the Englishman learn that jab!

 

OWEN looks over at Wrex..

 

OWEN: If he can move out of the way, he should. I need to learn to throw it against someone who doesn’t want to be hit by it.

 

Samsin shrugs and nods, agreeing with OWEN toward Wrex..

 

OWEN returns his focus back to Samsin to see him still put his hands down and behind his back again.

 

While doing his best to contain his visual frustration, Samsin begins focusing on his breathing to maintain his poise.

 

Samsin: Yes, Sir.

 

Wrex: It's like watching a baby seal get clubbed. I have some other sh!t to do. When I come back, you two better have all this cleaned up. The cooler needs beer too. You hear me, Cheap-ass!?

 

Samsin: Yes Sir !

 

Wrex turns around, twisting off the top of a cold bottled Budweiser before aggressively pushing open a door, letting it loudly slam shut behind him.

 

Samsin eases up at the sound of the door shutting and lets his arms out from behind him.

 

He removes a glove so he can massage his bruising jaw..

 

Samsin: Don't worry about any of that, man. I'll take care of all the clean up and beer situation..

 

OWEN: Why do you let him treat you like that? This isn’t how good trainers treat their students.

 

Samsin: He's not too thrilled with me dragging him to New York every few weeks, only to witness me come up short under Scumchester's name..

 

Samsin shrugs..

 

Samsin: I mean, I understand where he's coming from though..and I get the frustration that must come with it. So, I can't blame him..

 

OWEN: What is he actually teaching you? I know he used to be something special on Turmoil years ago but that was then and this is now. He couldn’t stop Christian Garcia from taking the North American Championship from him. And you know Scumchester doesn’t have the best name, right?

 

Samsin: Scumchester is the only place who opened their door to me when I needed it. Plus, the McMichaels ordeal is what really pissed him off..

 

Samsin replays his previous match over again in his head..

 

Samsin: I was getting my ass handed to me but, I saw an opportunity.. and I took it.. unfortunately, I won outside of regulation.. and we got fined for it..

 

Samsin shakes the images from his head as he begins bouncing. Warming up to spar again, he starts lightly shadowboxing toward OWEN..

 

Samsin: So, 3 weeks of training and then we go back to New York, for a chance to make up for it on Turmoil 286.

 

OWEN: There will be people who want to make you feel bad about it. It was an error in judgment. Clearly. As long as it doesn’t happen again, that’s what is most important. But don’t feel bad about it because it’s Marcus McMichaels. Next time, make it definitive.

 

Samsin: How about we make that jab of yours more definitive?

 

Samsin winks at OWEN as he wipes the sweat from his brow..

 

Samsin: You still down to spar, big guy?

 

OWEN: Don’t call me that.

 

Samsin: Five three minute rounds. Let's go big guy.. c'mon..

 

Samsin and OWEN stand focused, opposite of one another and the view cuts to black as soon as they touch gloves..

[Samsin Simsin]

 

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Stacy:*Hello again, everyone, and welcome to another episode of the Clark Effect…

 

Stacy lets out an exasperated sigh.

 

Stacy:*I’m your host, Stacy Clark, and with me today are my*two*guests… Wrex and Christian Garcia.

 

Christian:*Hola, senorita!

 

Wrex:*Can’t believe I got roped into this shit again…

 

Christian:*My guy, relax, I knew this shit was gonna bore you to death, so I figured I’d tag along and give you some entertainment.

 

Stacy:*Riiiiight. Wrex, a couple of questions—

 

Christian:*I’m sorry, you seem to be under the impression that this entertainment involved you.

 

Christian reaches into his jacket and pulls out what appears to be some sort of CD with a massive shit-eating grin on his face.

Christian:*Wrex, my man, my MAIN man… what’s say we go on a trip down memory lane?

 

Wrex:*Only lane the*great*people of the state athletic commission will let me on.. What have you got?

 

Christian:*Oh, only the match that got me my first title in OCW, and those cute little love cuts you gave me. What do you say? Watch it back?

 

Stacy:*Gentlemen, this isn’t—

 

Wrex:*-I’m always up for a good deathmatch, TV should have a video player.. Samsin matches bore the hell out of me anyway.

 

Despite Stacy’s protests, it’s a North American Championship match Watch-Along! CG and Wrex finagle a feed to the TV as they watch, the match playing between the two of them as they jaw back and forth about the Scum City Deathmatch between them.

There’s a transition cut, and the first part that’s shown is after a short duel over the baseball bat, where CG stuns Wrex with a roundhouse kick that drops him right in front of the bat.

Christian:*Oh, man, I remember this part-

 

The CG on screen delivers a running elbow drop onto the back of Wrex’s head, driving it into the bat!

Christian:*OH, shit!

 

Wrex:*Heh, couldn’t remember the next few minutes for weeks after that.

 

The two men smile and laugh a bit at the memory. Soon, the match comes to the point where CG’s been slammed down onto the ladder on the outside.

 

Christian:*Okay, Wrex, my man, what possessed you to do what you’re about to do? You just said ‘FULL SEND’ and-

 

Wrex:*Can't lift a man if your back shattered, can't lift a man if your knees’ shattered, wasn’t picky which one happened.

 

On-screen, Wrex runs across the apron and delivers the flying elbow drop to the prone CG.

 

Wrex:*Can’t do that one anymore. My elbow would turn to dust.

 

CG:*Man, how do you think I felt, I couldn’t BREATHE-

 

The match continues on, eventually reaching the point where Wrex has reclaimed the dreaded shovel, CG kneeling and stunned in front of him.

 

Stacy:*Oh, God.

 

CG:*No, no, Stacy, watch this.

 

Wrex swings for the fences, the shovel dinging off of CG’s skull, but CG stands tall and through fighting spirit alone, grabs the shovel out of Wrex’s hands, and cracks him one across the stomach.

CG:*NO, sir! Haha!

 

Wrex:*How on god's green earth did you just.. take it.

 

CG:*Concussions are a hell of a drug my man, I can’t even tell you what I was thinking.

 

Stacy:*Can we please get back to the questions-

 

CG:*No, no, no, the best part’s coming up!

 

The match continues to what appears to be CG’s favorite part of the match. CG is running at Wrex with a baseball bat in hand, but Wrex has the steel steps and thrusts them at the charging CG, sending him over like a falling tree with a massive cut over his eyebrow. Stacy recoils, covering her eyes, and CG erupts in a cackling laugh.

CG:*DID YOU SEE HOW I FELL OVER!?

 

Wrex: Heh.. keep watching kid.

 

Wrex then proceeds to throw the steps straight down onto CG, causing CG’s laughter to trail off into a painful wheeze.

 

CG:*Oh my God, you wanted me DEAD.

 

Wrex:*Damn right I did! Don't end up in one of those unless I hate your damn guts and everythin’ you stand for.

 

CG:*Well, it turned out alright for me!

 

The match winds down, with CG managing to lock in the triangle choke on Ross and Ross being forced to tap out.

 

CG:*Man… stuff was way simpler back then, wasn’t it. Just two guys who were pissed at each other going hell for leather.

 

Wrex:*I miss it.. Got a taste for it all over again, but they won't clear me in the States.. Close as I can get to it again.

 

CG:*Well, here’s hoping one of these days they figure it out. Until then, though… at least you’ve got the Academy. And Samsin, I guess.

 

Stacy:*Gentlemen, if we could wrap this up—

 

Wrex:*Shit that reminds me.. Did he win?

 

Stacy:*Sams–

 

Wrex:*Of course he didn't, It’s Samsin. I’m sure he’ll tell me all the excuses for why he can't do anything right on the way back, you can leave now Stacy.

[Samsin Simsin]

[Samsin Simsin]

Transition to the Backstage Area

 

Camera Shows Scotty X

 

Scotty X : So this is Ambition The Home of The Rookies where they can showcase Their Skill and prove themselves

 

Scotty X Chuckles

 

Scotty X: The Way I see it from the* ones who are on this card tonight some of these Rookies never made a good first impression by simply winning their debut Match in OCWFED like I have cause I’m one of a kind a Rare Gem

 

In Comes Wrex And Samsin walking up towards Scotty X

 

Wrex Confronts Scotty X

 

Wrex: I wouldn’t go that far kid.. You got a win under your belt, congratulations.. But that’s only step one in this place, but I can see potential, so how about this, you sign up under me.. And we’ll see if you’re a real gem, or an easy to crumble imitation.

 

Scotty X : The Way I see it Maybe Scumchester do need a little something new maybe A Coach who’s so full shit and up his own ass Lets face it Wrex you haven’t done a damn thing that positively benefited Your Team

 

Scotty X Looks at Samsin and tells him

 

Scotty X: As for you …You Gonna have to realize that you never gonna be able to get that Level Of Success that You Thrive for so badly you’ll never be able to Fully complete yourself and Be the Guy you truly want to be if you’re gonna have A Bum of a Coach talk you down make you feel like Mediocrity as something to motivate you

 

Wrex Is currently chuckling at what Scotty X is saying

 

Scotty X tells Samsin

 

Scotty X : Wrex doesn’t care about you doesn’t care about your success all he ever cares about is himself making sure he puts his Elderly Ass Over and screw over his own student in any way possible mentally,Physically…Or even financially

 

Wrex steps in gets up close to Scotty X

 

Wrex: Great.. Another one hit wonder who thinks he’s god's gift to the business, lemme guess, “you wanna take OCW to new heights”?.. Well shit for the brains, the road to the big lights runs through me!

 

Scotty X puts his hands in front of Wrex’s Face and says

 

Scotty X: Back Up ya Old Snake your breath Smells like Absolute Dog shit Did you stole some Feces off of a Junkyard Mutt on your way here ?

 

Wrex has a visible “this fucking guy” face.

 

Scotty X: Look I don’t have time for this

 

Before Scotty X Leaves he tells Samsin

 

Scotty X: Think about what i said and reevaluate your life choices.

 

Scotty X leaves The Backstage area

 

Wrex Tells Samsin

 

Wrex: They never learn till it’s too late.. Samsin, looks like you’ve got your next exercise, go send this shitstain back to whatever outlaw indy mudshow he came from.

 

Samsin hesitates to respond.

 

Wrex: When are you going to learn I don't request son! Do it.. Or I’ll send you both back myself!

 

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