Idol: Undisputed 2

[The Idol Max Prophet]

Monday morning, June 18, 2012. 2:00am. The Idol is lying in his boxers on the sofa in his living room. Only the faint glow of the television illuminates the room. Max takes another sip of his beer. It's getting warm. How long has he been holding this bottle? An hour? More? He can't remember. His mind is awash in memories, feelings, and physical pain. This Sunday June 24, Max knows he will be embarking on what could possibly be his final "run" in professional wrestling. He's still young. Only 32. He could continue until he is 42. Hell, some guys are still at it in their 60's! The Idol doesn't want to be one of those guys. He doesn't want to be doing this for the rest of his life. Not because he doesn't love it, because he does. Why is he doing this? He's been doing it for so long that he can't remember why. All he can remember is that this is what he does.

His Asian Mistress/Love Slave, FiFi appears.

FiFi - Max, would you like another beer?

The Idol - Fix me something stronger FiFi. Then go to bed. Get some rest. It's been a long day. Gonna be an even longer week.

FiFi - As you wish

The Idol stares at the television. An infomercial? What are they selling? He can't concentrate. His mind drifts to the past, to the present, and then to the future.

FiFi returns and hands Max his drink. He looks at the glass and sees milk. A white russian perhaps? There better be some vodka in here. Max takes a sip and realizes it's only milk. He twirls the glass 180 degrees looking at it's contents through the light of the 3D screen. He chuckles.

The Idol - Thanks FiFi

There is a silence in the room. A silence that has never been there before. A silence FiFi has never felt. In all her years of service to the one they call "The Idol," she has never felt the feeling she has right now in this moment. She hesitates. She doesn't want to ask a question. She wants to make a statement.

FiFi - You are worried about Mr. Phantom.

A long pause. Another silence. Max spins the glass in the light again. A look of indifference passes over his face as he shrugs his shoulders.

The Idol - Nah.

FiFi sets the tray down that she used to carry the milk on. She sits on the sofa next to Max and looks down at him. She smiles. She passes her fingers through his bleached blonde hair. She looks on him lovingly with happiness in her eyes as if to say "Do not worry."

FiFi - Mr. Mischoff...he will book you to win. And then we will go to the arena. It will be packed with fans. You are in the main event. You will put on your boots and your t shirt. Your music will play. You will walk out of the entrance and everything, all of these feelings, they will go away. And the crowd will cheer as they always do. Because they know you are special. And they know they are going to see something very special. And you will go to the ring and you will beat Mr. Phantom and you will have his belt. Then you will have 2 belts. 2 World Championship belts. It is just this simple. Then you will walk back behind the curtain and we will come back home and everything will be fine just as it always is.

The Idol grabs her hand from out of his hair and holds it in his. He smiles. A warm smile. A loving smile. A smile of thankfulness.

The Idol - It's not that.

The Idol looks down at her hand in his. He looks at the lines. He traces them back in his mind. More memories. More battles. When he was nothing. When he was something. And now, the final stages. The final run.

FiFi - Then what can it be?

...the dreams, the hopes, the desires. The wanting to be great. The being great. The triumphs. The failures. The truth.

The Idol - I think this guy wants to legitimately hurt me.

FiFi pulls both of her hands back into her lap. A serious look spreads across her face. Max looks into her eyes.

FiFi - And if so, if he tries, then you will have to hurt him.

Max turns his attention back towards the television.

The Idol - I know. This is a dangerous match. With the fire surrounding the ring.

FiFi stands up in front of The Idol. She blocks his view of the television so he must look at her.

FiFi - Then all of this. The fighting. The politics. The back stabbing. The blood. The fire. These belts. For what then?

The Idol pauses for the correct answer.

The Idol - It's what keeps me alive.

Suddenly, The Idol's man servant Terrance comes into the living room in his bathrobe and slippers.

Terrance - What y'all white people be screaming about at 2 o'clock in the goddamn morning?

FiFi - I'm not white Terrance.

Terrance - Woman you better stop all this talking while I'm trying to get my rest. And Mr. Max you need to carry your ass to bed too. Shit. A man be tired up in this motherfucker trying to sleep and shit.

Mr. T appears in the room also in a bathrobe and slippers.

Mr. T - What in the hell is going on?

Terrance - Idol is scared that cracker ass cracker Phantom gonna go into the match and try to hurt him for real.

Mr. T - What? Who said this? Cloe? Mischoff? I'll hurt them. I'll take them out. Nobody fucks with Mr. T

FiFi - It could be Tyson?

Mr. T - Tyson? That Uncle Tom motherfucker? I'll rip that tattoo off his face!

The Idol - Hey! All you guys shut the fuck up and go back to bed. I'm sorry for waking you guys up ok? Jesus Christ.

FiFi, Terrance, and Mr. T turn and slowly start to make their way back to their rooms.

Terrance - Nobody tells me when the fuck to go to bed. I go to bed when I damn well feel like it.

Mr. T - Carry your ass to bed fool!

Before FiFi is out of the room, Max calls her back. She sits next to him again.

The Idol - Don't worry about this. We're gonna be fine. You, me, Terrance, T....we're gonna go to Wisconsin on Sunday and everything is going to be fine just like it always is.

Max touches her face. She stands up and smiles.

FiFi - I hope so. I want it to be.

FiFi turns and makes her way back to her room.

FiFi - Goodnight.

And then she was gone. Her sweet perfume lingered in the air. And The Idol was alone. Again.

Director - And...action Idol.

[The Idol is switching the lights on and off slowly inside a padded room. Grime. Flies. Feces. Urine. The stench of death. The Idol is dressed in jeans, a Red Bull racing t-shirt, and a black leather motorcycle jacket

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The Idol - Is this where you want to be Phantom? Cuz The Idol can make that happen for you. You've taken the bait hook, line, and sinker. Now, all that's left is for me to reel you in this Sunday.

The Idol grabs a can of gasoline and starts to pour it slowly onto the floor and then starts to toss it onto the walls of the padded cell.

The Idol - You like fire Phantom? You like playing with fire? You definitely like using it to be all mysterious. Why don't you get out a pencil and write something more suspenseful because sitting in a cave with a cigarette lighter and burning my picture just ain't gonna cut it JACK! You're in The Idol's world now. And in my world, I'm the judge, jury, and executioner. You see Phantom, you got it all wrong dude. You don't have to waste my time and the fans time showing us matches of your glory days. That time is over. You've now landed on planet Idol. Whether you wanted to or not, you're here. The fates decided that...not me. I'm just playing the hand I was dealt. However long you've been in this business, your "career" if you want to call it that, is about to come to a fiery conclusion come Sunday. I've gotten under your skin and exposed you for the fraud that you really are. Everybody knows it now so there's no sense in hiding it. By sitting all alone and making us watch tape of your past matches, you've proven beyond a shadow of a doubt that you can't hang in my world and you don't belong in my backyard. And like that old dog, tied to a chain in the backyard, trying to break free, you're trying to break free of something. But, it's too deep for the fans and myself to truly comprehend. In other words, you've got problems that The Idol just can't fix bro. But, Dr. Idol will make a house call this Sunday and do his damn best to help you. But, I'm not a doctor of psychology, nor am I a doctor of the human anatomy. No Phantom...The Idol is a doctor of veterinary medicine. Because you're that dog in my backyard, tied to the chain, trying to break free, trying to get out into the free world. But sometimes, that old dog stays chained up for so long, that he can't make it in the free world. So you have to put him down. And this Sunday, I'm gonna put you down. Put you out of your misery. Have you ever seen an animal put down Phantom? First, they give it a shot to calm it down. Then they give it a shot to stop it's heart. Euthanasia. A mercy killing. Then, you can take the dead body home and bury it. But, if you just don't have the damn time to go through all that trouble, you can leave the dead dog at the animal hospital. Oh yeah, animal by-products are used for all sorts of things. You know what they do to the body Phantom?

The Idol strikes a match and drops it on the floor as the padded cell is engulfed in flames.

The camera spins to the outside of the room. We see The Idol walking through the flames and out of the room unharmed.

The Idol - Come Sunday, I'm gonna prove with the whole world watching why I am what they say I am.

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