Brock Whitworth vs. David Wilson

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Hybrid Showcase
Brock Whitworth vs. David Wilson

Deadline: 6-17-14 at Midnight CST

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The scene comes up on Brock Whitworth standing next to a Doctor, looking at several X-Ray’s prominently displayed on a large board. Brock looks intently at the photo’s, unaware of exactly what he’s looking at.

Doctor: And, if you can see here Mr. Whitworth, there’s a large tumor here taking up a good part of your Mother’s lung.

Brock’s finger traces a lacrosse ball-sized white spot on the X-ray, trying to make sense of it all.

Brock: So… all of that…. is a tumor?

Doctor: I’m afraid so, yes.

Brock rests his hands on the back of his head and breathes deeply. He rears his fist back, about to punch the wall, but stops himself. Instead, he just slumps into the nearest chair, unable to function. He blinks through the tears, wiping several away, before speaking.

Brock: OK, so where do we go from here, what are the options?

Doctor: Well, that’s the one bit of good news I have for you. It seems like your Mother has been treating this for a long time. If I look closely, I can see the scarring where the tumor used to be. She’s not out of the clear, but she’s doing a pretty good job all things considered.

Brock shakes his head in disbelief, unable to comprehend what the Doctor has just said to him

Brock: I’m sorry Doc, did you just say she’s been treating this for a while? No, that’s impossible, I’m sorry, she has never said a word about it to me. I think that as her son, I would have the right to know this information.

The Doctor shrugs, confused as to how he should answer the question.

Doctor: You know Mr. Whitworth, keeping cancer from family member’s isn’t all that uncommon nowadays. If she knew it was easily treatable, or that it wasn’t a huge issue, it’s not entirely out of the ordinary to deal with it alone. But if this tumor has reduced by this much without any medical treatment, it’s some kind of miracle, because 25 years in this field, and I’ve never heard of that.

Brock can no longer control his temper and finally punches the wall, leaving a long crack in the drywall. He is beat red, and looks down at his knuckles, disgusted with his actions.

Brock: NO! If there was something going on, she WOULD have told me! We tell each other everything, right? How could me own mother hide this from me? I thought we had more trust in that. I thought I knew her better. I just thought…

Brock no longer knows what to say, and slumps into the chair again. The Doctor approaches tentatively, not wanting to set Brock off again.

Doctor: Mr. Whitworth, if I may suggest, we do have counselors if you need to talk to anyone. I know it sounds odd, but talking to people can help, if you should make that decision.

Brock gets up, shaking his head, he rubs his knuckles as he walks towards the Doctor. He holds out his unbruised hand, which the Doctor takes reluctantly.

Brock: No, thank you though. I’m so sorry for how I acted. It was just shocking to me, thinking that Mum may have been hiding this thing from me. I just need a bit, but I promise I won’t punch anything anymore. Thank you for your help, and I’m sure we’ll talk soon. Cheers.

With that, Brock pushes through the doors and out into the main ward, leaving the Doctor equal parts confused and scared. The scene fades out.





The scene comes back up on Brock sitting in his Mother’s hospital room, his Mother sleeping soundly beside him. He rubs her leg as he lies there, unaware of his presence. He leans back in his chair, trying to find the words to say. He breathes deeply, and begins pouring his heart out to his Mother.

Brock: Mum, I have absolutely no clue if you can hear me right now or not, but I need to say this before I explode…. I don’t care if you knew about this whole thing before you came here, I really don’t. I know I was angry earlier, and that was really stupid and I get that, I just… I couldn’t believe that you would keep something from me. We’ve always told each other everything, and then I find out you keep the biggest thing in your life from me? But all I want to know is that you’re safe. I just want to know that you’ll be around for longer. I can’t bare to lose you, not now. I know that only time will tell in your fight, but know that I will stand by you. Both Kara and I will never give up hope, because our family is stronger than this. Just like I know that when I step into the ring against David Wilson tomorrow your love will be with me. It’s the reason I can be confident in everything I do, and it’s the reason I’m so successful. I know I haven’t thanked you for all that you’ve done, but I always am so grateful for it. Even the smallest things, they make…they make the biggest impact on me Mum, and I can’t thank you enough. It’s this drive that I know will carry me to success past Wilson, onto bigger things. No matter what, I’ll be here for you, and I’ll have you, and I guess that’s all I can ask for. I love you Mum, and after I wipe the floor with Wilson, I’ll be back, to share in this ride with you. No matter what… I promise.

There is a slight noise at the door and Brock looks up to find his sister Kara standing there. They share a moment, their eyes speaking the words they cannot. Finally, Kara breaks the silence.

Kara: Can we talk? I feel like we need to clear stuff up.

Brock rises from his chair, and walks over towards Kara, wrapping her up in his massive arms.

Brock: I have to go, I’m sorry. We’ll talk as soon as I pin David Wilson. I know we have stuff to deal with.

Kara can barely hold back her tears as she talks to Brock

Kara: You’re fine, go. She’d want it that way. I wish I could be there for you. I’ll see you soon.

Brock: Thank you Kara, don’t leave her side. I’ll be back ASAP.

Kara nods as Brock heads out the door. Hannah still sleeps soundly in the background as the scene fades out.

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Disclaimer: Promo only here so Good Luck and Enjoy!

The PWX cameras sport David Wilson standing in front of the camera sporting a black leather jacket with black jeans. David looks at the camera for a moment before he smirks.

David: Guess who's back wankers?! Hahaha you really thought that pissant John Pariah rid this place of David Wilson forever? Then well you bloody yanks are as moronic that even I thought. But enough of you wankers the real story is me and yes people I am back after a month of stepping back and relaxing. But I wasn't just doing all of that wankers. Nah David Wilson went back home for a bit. To a REAL country. And I went back to my roots. I went back to where it all started for me and I got back down the basics. See if there's one thing that will never happen to David Wilson is being surpassed. No wanker from this country or any other country will surpass me because this is in my blood. Generations of my family have given their blood, sweat and bloody tears on the canvas for you yanks. Anyone in PWX surpassing me just isn't going to happen because when you're born into this busines, you're already ahead of everyone else.

David smirks.

David: Still I went back home and I learned some new tricks of my own and now I am back to show everyone in PWX that the RIPPER is still the realest man in this bloody company. And look at that? A lot of shit has gone down hasn't it a? The Establishment finally got ousted out of power; my fucking RAT of an ex girlfriend Tiami Tyler finally got off the fucking pot and actually did something memorable for once in her bloody life and won the World title. And out of all the people; Johnny boy himself now runs the place a? Am I caught up to speed with what's going on around here?

Well it looks like I returned at the right time.

Adrenaline 81 the Ripper is back and I have some plans of my own that I want to see happen. And unlike every lazy fuck in this country, David Wilson is not going to wait for these goals to be completed. Right now the World Championship is held by a fucking flake and a bloody oxygen thief. And an even better oxygen thief Johnny Pariah is challenging for the title. Now I know this Siobhan girl and Troy are facing each other for the right to become the next number one contender so it's only fair to let everyone know that I'm gunning for that PWX World Heavyweight Championship. That championship desperately needs a touch of the good ol' Union Jack a mates?

David laughs.

David: I know you all won't agree but your opinions mean shit. What matters is what happens in that ring and I've already proven that I'm one of the best in this company. Winning championships is in my blood. After all mates, I was born into this business. Being crowned a champion; having gold around my waist is my fucking birth right. From birth I was a better wrestler than every single gant that laces up a pair of boots in the back. Everyone has been playing catch up to me and it's about time I take something that's been a tradition in my family.

A World Championship.

My old man has won a world title; my grandfather's won a World Championship. The only thing left to complete this trifecta is for me to win my crown. The crown that I've had a bloody right to claim for my own since birth. A World Championship. And that starts at Adrenaline 81 when I pummel this big oof Brock Whitworth. Let me tell you something mate, I hope you don't expect to use your size to make me shit my blood pants and wet the bed mate because that shit doesn't happen to David Wilson. I've seen shit stacked higher than you mate. And let's just face facts mate; when has a fucking Aussie EVER beaten a Brit in anything a?

David laughs.

David: I understand mate that you can throw people around the ring from pillar to post. And I admit you're strong as shit, but when you're in the ring against a Ripper that doesn't mean anything. Size doesn't mean that much and that's something these Americans will never understand. Doesn't matter how big you're built mate. The bigger you are, the harder I can make ya fall.

David pauses.

David: And as it turns out mate, you're a bit of a lil' teddy bear a? Your speech about your mum was so touching. I wanted to shed a tear for ya. I really did. And if you haven't notice by the sound of my voice mate, I'm bullshitting with you. Look I don't know all about your mum or why she has you basically crying in front of a camera mate but I know that means shit to make once the bell rings tomorrow night. I don't give a fucking if you are fighting for your mum Brock. But you should care about letting your ol' woman down because that's what you're going to do. You're going to lose and fail all in the name of your mum.

Some son you are a?

I mean I didn't know I was going into the ring with a big oof who's a mumma's boy?! Hahaha you can't fucking make this up mate. But it explains everything. It makes sense for someone from Australia to be a mumma's boy. And no matter how strong you are mate, no matter how powerful you are, an Aussie doesn't have shit against a Brit. See a Brit actually grows fighting each other just to prove that you can take it. A Brit comes through lfe the right way. What does an Aussie do a? Crack jokes outside of the fucking zoo looking at the lil' kanagroos? Us Brits we drink beer and then we clobber some poor fucker in the head with it just for shit and giggles.

We're the REAL men of this stinking world.

You got two strikes against ya mate coming into our match tomorrow. Now all of a sudden that size advantage you have other man doesn't seem like much of an adventure a? For one, you're an Aussie. And for two you wasn't born into this business. You didn't grow up in this business. I did. I grew in this business. I was born in this business. This business runs through my family mate. Which means before I could read and write I could perform a bloody hammerlock. It's a known fact that outsiders can't hold a handle to someone who's life has no other purpose than to be in the ring. I'm just ahead of the curve mate. That's all it is. Only in your case, you're from an inferior country as well. Two strikes Brock. Two strikes big enough to make the gap because us fucking huge. And come tomorrow night mate I'm going to show you why the Ripper doesn't have to be some jacked up musclehead to destroy everyone in his path. And with the new tricks I have under my sleeve, tomorrow night Brock I'm bloody untouchable. I was simply born better than you mate. And tomorrow night I reintroduce the PWX audience and all the wankers in this country of the Ripper.