Anton Chase vs Brock Whitworth

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Singles Match
Anton Chase vs Brock Whitworth

Deadline: 5-13-14 at Midnight CST

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(We open up and we are inside of a hotel room, like usual we have a bed, couch, and a coffee table in the room, and Anton Chase sitting at the end of the bed, still scarred up in the face and head from the attack suffered at "The Initiative" pay-per-view, Anton who is wearing some black jeans, and a self-merchandise t-shirt)

Anton Chase: Last week on ADR78 I picked up a much needed win, in a 6-pack against Timothy Hunt, TJ Codair and Tiami Tyler, and after the match, look what happened, TJ Codair and his little group with John Ojeda they've left. They've tuck their tale in between their legs and hit the bricks. Why you've been asking yourself? it's because they are scared of what's to come, their scared that once I get my hands on them after what they did, so now I can concentrate on something better, something that's important, and me gaining a championship.

(Anton smiles before speaking)

Anton Chase: Now I get to focus fully on my next opponent, Brock Witworth. Brock our match isn't just any normal match, our match is a qualifier for the world title tournament, which is a great opportunity. An opportunity that I will grab and won't let anything get in my way, that's including you.

(Anton rests his arms on his knees)

Anton Chase: Brock I've seen some of your matches, and you're good, there's no denying that, but if you think being good, is going to get you past me, then you're incredible mistaken. You see Brock, I don't think you know what happened to me at the last pay-per-view, but if you have a close up on my head, you can still see the scars. Those scars are going to be my reason, my reason to be world champion.

(Anton scratches his head as the scars are giving a little pain)

Anton Chase: You Brock Witworth, may have a little bit of height over me, but I've delt with bigger guys than you, And Brock believe me, I won't hold back. Not anymore.

(Anton looks into the camera)

Anton Chase: This world title qualifier will be my ticket to be world champion and people, I will be champion soon. First stop is against Brock Witworth, then whoever get's to face me in the next round,will end up lock Brock Witworth, under my boot.

(Anton cracks his knuckles)

Anton Chase: So Brock, show up or don't, but believe me, the outcome won't change, either way I'm leaving ADR78 winner. So Brock I'll see you at ADR78.

(With that being said the scene fades to black)

[brockwhitworth]

Courage is not the absence of fear, but the triumph over it. ~Nelson Mandela

The scene comes up on Torque Lounge, a premier lunch establishment in the Chicago, Illinois area. The lighting is dim, but comfortable, with blue and white booths scattered throughout the floor area. Most of the tables are full with people eating a variety of sandwiches and finger foods, filling up their stomachs before they continue their day. Suddenly, the door opens and in walks Brock Whitworth, dressed in a dark green polo and khaki’s, followed close behind by his Mother, Hannah, dressed in a nice red dress. Hannah is nagging at Brock non-stop as they approach the hostess.

Hannah: Are you sure we can do this? I’m your Mother, not some girlfriend! You don’t need to impress me!

Brock: Mum, I make more than enough money to do this. You’ve done nothing but support me since I was born, and now it’s my turn to take care of you, even if it’s for one day.

Hannah finally agrees, and the two are led to their table. When they get their menu, Hannah begins her protests again.

Hannah: $15 for a salad? Now Brock, you have to at least let me help! You can pay, sure, but let me give you a little bit of help! This lunch will end up costing us $150 if we’re not careful!

Brock rolls his eyes at his mother, refusing to listen to her. He tries to change the subject

Brock: How’s Kara doing? With her around constantly, I’ve not had any time to ask you about her. Hope she’s staying out of trouble, yes?

Hannah: Yes of course. She misses you terribly, you know. She idolizes you in so many ways, and when you’re not around, she seems a little lost from time to time. But she supports you, just like me. She knows you do what you love, but it’s hard on all of us.

Brock looks down, trying to find the words to say.

Brock: I know, I wish I were around more mum, I really do. But this is the nature of my work. In just two weeks we’ve gone halfway across the country, and we’re expanding more each and every day. I’ll be home when I can, you know that. Until then, I have to pursue my career. I love this sport and what it can offer me and you all. I’m sorry I’m so distant, but it always works out, right?

Brock rests his hands on the table, and Hannah reaches over and grabs them. She looks her son directly in the eyes, sensing his inner conflict.

Hannah: I know, Brock. Nobody is asking you to give up your career. We love watching you! Seeing you in that ring on Wednesday was an absolute highlight of my life, and I know that you are where you are supposed to be. It was hard at first, you being in America and getting tossed around, but now that I see you, making a real name for yourself and discovering what you love, how can a Mother be angry?

The Mother and Son share a moment of love before Hannah’s phone begins buzzing. She takes it out, looks down at it and looks up at Brock.

Brock: Who is it?

Hannah: Your Father. What do you think?

Brock thinks for a moment before nodding to his mother.

Brock: Pick it up, but hurry.

Hannah scrambles to hit the ‘accept call’ button, and holds the phone up to her ear. She sounds uneasy, but still amiable.

Hannah: Hello dear….Yes, America is fine, been a while since you and I went all those years ago….. Yes, we’ll be home in a couple of weeks…. No….. No Greg, I’m not going to talk about that right now….. We’ll deal with it when I get back….. Yes, I know….. They told me that Greg…. No, I don’t think now is a good time.

Brock, unable to contain himself, grabs the phone out of his Mother’s hand. He sounds like a three year old on Christmas morning.

Brock: Hey Dad, how’s it going?

There is an audible click on the other end of the call. Brock looks heartbroken, as he lamely hands the phone to his Mother.

Brock: Must have….disconnected.

Hannah nods, tears welling up in her eyes.[/font]

Hannah: I should have warned you. Your Father still doesn’t agree with what you’ve done. He wants you back out on the pitch, you know.

Brock: Well, that’s not his decision to make now is it? If he wants me to be what he could never be, he’s going to wait too long! What would I do if I let that salty old bastard decide everything for me in my life, huh? I’d still be playing that stupid game!

Hannah backs off the subject, not wanting to stir up any more anger from Brock. The rest of the meal heads by in silence. After Brock pays, he and his Mother make their way out to Brock’s car. Before Hannah can get in, Brock stops her.

Brock: Listen, mum, I’m sorry about that in there. I just don’t understand why Dad can’t accept my new career choice! I haven’t given up on sports entirely, and I’m doing something I love. Shouldn’t that be enough for him?

Hannah is at a loss for words. She simply shrugs at her son, her tears returning.

Hannah: You know if I could, I would change all of this Brock. I know he loves you, he’s just stubborn. God-willing, he’ll come around my love, he’ll come around.

Brock shrugs and hugs his Mother. The two share a moment of love as Hannah softly cries into Brock’s shoulder.

Brock: Here’s hoping…

The scene fades out.









The scene comes up on Brock Whitworth lying on his back, tossing and turning. He rolls over and looks at the clock. It reads 3:48 AM. He groans and rolls out of bed, pulling on gym shorts and a blue PWX shirt. He walks outside of his apartment, hops into his car and speeds off into the early morning. As the car heads along, Brock pulls out his phone and a message pops up, that reads Anton Chase Promo. Brock listens to it as he continues to drive, chuckling at some of the things that Anton has to say. As the car slows down, we see the Chicago stadium that will hold Adrenaline. Brock heads to his trunk and grabs a small camera and tripod. He heads inside the arena and heads to the lighting booth, flipping on the ring lights before heading down to the ring and lying in the center. He stares up at all of the lights for a minute before getting back to his feet and setting up the tripod and camera. As he its record, he steps back into the frame of the camera and begins speaking.

Brock: Well, well, Anton. Surprised? You really think I would lose out on an opportunity like this? In my career, I strive for greatness, stepping on anyone and anything that gets in my way. It happened to Siren, it happened to Adam Stryker, and this week, Anton, it’s going to happen to you. You’ve had your moments in the sun, getting YOUR title shots. And now? Now is the time of the new breed. The kids that grew up in this business, that fought for this business, and those that would die for this business. For those kids like me. This week, I refuse to fall. I refuse to lay down while the same people get the title chances and the new guys don’t get anything. You failed in your last title match and, with that, forfeited your chance at greatness? Me? I beat my opponents, break them down until they can’t take it anymore, and that’s how I win. And sure, you may be able to stop my strength and my height, but can anyone stop will? Can anyone stop the passion for this sport that burns through my veins every time I step in that ring? Can you honestly look at me and say that you have more will than me? More determination, more sheer passion? You best keep your damned mouth shut, because we both know that you don’t. I have driven friends, even family members away because of my choice in careers, and you know what? I don’t regret it for a second, because every time I preform, I am home. You show your scars with pride and I respect that, but my scars run so deep that they cannot be seen. I have so many scars I helped create a group of men that glorified the trials and tribulation of our sport. Don’t talk to me about not wanting it enough and not proving it enough. I have had my share of bumps, physically and emotionally, just like you. Every time I step into that ring, I use all of my courage and strength, refusing to give in until I hear that 1….2….3. I fear nothing that ring can throw at me, because outside of that ring I have tackled more than my fair share. So go ahead, talk a big game Anton. Tell me about how much you’re going to win. We’ll see. And come this week on Adrenaline, I will show you just how much my scars drive me. They do not hold me back, only motivate me to do better. And that’s what matters. That’s what will get me to the heavyweight title. Not skill, not strength, not height, but pure, unadulterated aggression and drive. I respect you, but I will beat you. And if you think I’m scary now….YOU AIN’T SEEN NOTHIN’ YET!!!!

With that, Brock hits the camera and it falls over. He stands there for a second before walking away and shutting off the ring lights. The scene goes black.