Trial By Fire Tournament: Deamon

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[Deamon Cohln]

Scene 1 - Wayne, Michigan

*A Ford Explorer is driving down M-12, the heart of Wayne, Michigan. In the car is Deamon Cohln. He has finally returned home for a small time. He told himself long ago that he would never return to this place, but look where his travels have taken him, right back to the heart of darkness in his eyes. His family is still here, his old life was left here. He wanted it left here. He wanted to leave to horrors of the city behind, he wanted to leave the sadness of auto layoffs behind, but his job keeps dragging him back home. It tears him apart inside. He doesn’t want to think about it but the world keeps taking him and throwing him right back into the same scenarios. A camera crew is with him. He was tricked by the company into having some guys come and interview him as he tours the city.*

Deamon: Why are you guys here anyway?

Cameraman: We were sent by Hudson to document you coming home for the show.

Deamon: Not another one of these “showing the reality” of the competitors. Look, I’m not hiding anything from you idiots. I am who I am when I talk, and I am who I am in the ring, does no one ever listen to anything I say anymore?

Cameraman: Look, I’m just doing my…

Deamon: You’re just doing your job, yeah, I know. I’ve heard it all before, cut the shit.

Cameraman: What’s your problem man, I’m just trying to get my story.

Deamon: Well…

Cameraman: Sam.

Deamon: Well Sam, how would you like it if I followed you through your hometown for a couple days huh? Would you like me to see you just before on of the biggest tournaments of your life? How would that make you feel Sam? It would make you feel a bit violated wouldn’t it? It would make you feel watched and paranoid huh? Exactly. You wouldn’t right? Now, just keep rolling the tape, I’m gonna take you through the real Detroit.

Sam: The real Detroit?

Deamon: Yes, I know what you’re thinking about this city. There’s nothing but murder, rape, arson, bloody combat, rappers, all of that stuff. That’s not the Detroit I know. The Detroit I know is a bunch of working stiffs being screwed over by the government who thinks they know what’s best for us.

*Deamon looks at Sam and laughs a bit. He turns into a Michigan Left junction and stops. He looks at Sam and laughs again. He knows that Sam has to follow him, so he’s gonna make us of this camera time to show why he is currently not in control of his emotions. He cranks the wheel left turning the car very fast causing the G-forces to knock the camera to shake as Sam gains his balance.*

Sam: Where are we going?

Deamon: Michigan Truck Plant

Sam: The Ford Plant?

Deamon: Yep.

Sam: Why are we gonna go there?

Deamon: Cause that is the true heart of the Motor City.

Scene 2 - Parking Lot of the Michigan Truck Plant, Wayne, Michigan

*Deamon is sitting in the back of his Explorer. He is taking drags off his cigarette while Sam messes with his camera. Deamon seems too look around the parking lot as a group of people en masse enter and exit the giant blue covered walkway which leads to the door. Sam is looking too, wondering what the HWF superstar is looking for. Deamon notices a man walk out of the building with a group of me, they hold there bags carrying there lunches and other things. Deamon breathes in and waits for the group.*

Sam: Who are we waiting for?

Deamon: You’ll see, just put that camera away for now. Just let what happens, happen okay?

Sam: O-okay

*Sam puts the camera in the cart and waits, he notices another black Explorer sitting next to the one they have. Deamon looks nervous as the group walks over, but he notices one man in particular. He is a old man probably in his 50’s or 60’s., his hair is still thick, but graying. His beard is full and thick too but not lengthy. He walks toward Deamon and Sam talking with his friends. He turns toward his car and looks ahead at Deamon, who is putting out his cigarette on the bumper of his car. The man sees Deamon and is shocked.*

Old Man: I thought you said you would never come back here.

Deamon: I did say that, didn’t I?

Old Man: Then what are you doing coming here. To work even.

Deamon: I’m in town and I thought I would come to see my dear old Dad. Is that a crime here now?

*The other group of men draw back in shock. Deamon’s father was always bragging about his son before he left to be a wrestler, but now he scorns him for leaving. The other men back away as Deamon’s father walks toward the son that left him at home. Deamon still stays leaning on the back of his Explorer as the father comes up and slaps his son straight across the face. Deamon only moves his head with the slap but the rest of his body stays still. He laughs a bit.*

Deamon: I thought you were one not to hold a grudge Dad.

Deamon’s Father: You left me and your mother here. You disgraced us both, then you had to go and bring you brother into it. Jacola was all we had left. You took him to EWT and made him evil!

Deamon: I made Jacola somebody. What about Josh! You’re exaggerating again, Josh is doing exactly what you wanted him to do! Nothing!

*Another man walks out of the crowd. He has light red hair and is taller then Deamon and his father, who are nearly the same height. He walks over to Deamon’s father and stands puts his and on his shoulder, talking to him. He seems young, in his early twenties maybe. His voice backs it up as he speaks out loud to the entire group almost.*

Young Man: What’s going on here?

Deamon’s Father: Satan returned to hell.

*The Young man looks over at Deamon who is leaning on the Explorer. Sam is waking over to the car to grab his camera. He doesn’t care about what Deamon said anymore, this is just too good of a moment to not get on camera. He walks back over as he slips a battery in and hits Record. All he gets is just two men staring at the wrestler who is looking disinterested in his Red Wings baseball hat and black Trench coat.*

Young Man: What are you doing back here.

Deamon: You two are just the same, making me repeat myself every time I say something. It’s good to see you too Josh.

Josh: Don’t give me that shit. I thought you were never coming back Mister Wrestler.

Deamon: Oh yeah, now you’re calling me too good huh? Whatever happened to you doing something for the world. Whatever happened to you going out and taking charge Mister straight-A. It all went to hell didn’t it! It all went to hell when you lost faith and began in this little hell of an industry. What do you do? Do you drive shit around like Dad or do you just sit here and tell all of these poor bastards what to do like Grandpa did? Are you just mad at me cause I got out!

Josh: No! I’m just mad cause you abandoned us! I’m mad cause you left all of us here to rot while you go out and make yourself look like a fool on National television. My job makes a difference, you just beat yourself up for a living! What is your purpose Deamon!

Deamon: I didn’t abandon anybody! You’re still harboring the feelings that I did more then you! I just went out and made myself something while you stayed in the shit hole and are withering away with your normal life! I did what I wanted, you’re stuck doing what Dad wanted you to do.

*Without warning Josh tries to hit a surprise punch on Deamon. Deamon is ready for this tough as his moves out of the way and slams Josh’s head straight into the bumper. Blood begins to pour from his forehead as Deamon mans his wrestling position. Josh stands back up and the crowd of auto worker surround the area. Sam is secretly celebrating his find as Deamon and his brother circle each other, Deamon in his stance, his brother in a boxing stance.*

Deamon: Come on Josh, I taught you how to fight! You don’t know anything that I don’t.

Deamon’s Father: You two just stop this.

Josh: Everyone get back! This has to happen.

*Deamon and his brother stare at each other as Josh releases a punch, which is dodged by Deamon. Deamon springs back up and knees his younger brother right in the gut. Deamon turns around only to receive a straight fist to the face. Deamon backs up and puts his shoe to the gut of Josh who falls to the ground.*

Josh: You’re still as cheap as ever.

Deamon: A fights, a fight. I taught you that.

Josh: You may have taught Jacola your shit, but I got nothing from you!

*Josh slams Deamon right in the gut with a fist, but Deamon flips over him, following the uppercut to the ground. He elbows his brother in the back of the head as Josh falls to the ground. Deamon places his foot on the back of his fallen brother. They are both breathing heavily.*

Deamon: You may be bigger then me now, but I still have the talent to beat you bro.

Josh: You still have nothing on me!

Deamon: That’s just it, I have everything on you. I have everything I need on you. I have a career that mean something. I have a great girlfriend. I have a great life. You’re stuck here. I get to travel all around the world. What are you gonna do to me that will make me feel bad about myself anyway? You lose Josh, deal with it.

*Deamon let’s Josh stand up and walk off a bit. Him and his father walk off as a man comes out of the crowd and walks toward Deamon. Sam is breathing heavily at the great footage he just shot and can only imagine what will come of all that he has shot. The man turns toward Deamon who is now leaning on his car again.*

Man: So…your from here right?

Deamon: Yeah, I guess. Looks like I’m not welcome anymore.

Man: Yeah, I saw. So you two want a drink?

Sam: I’m game.

Deamon: I’ve been cutting down on my drinking lately.

Man: You don’t need to actually drink man, just come on, I know a good place just down the road. Name’s Kyle, by the way.

Deamon: Why not. Come on Sam.

Sam: I don’t know, I’ve seen what happened when you go in bars…

Deamon: I won’t fight anyone, now come on you pussy.

Sam: This is a bad idea…

-Scene 3- Bronco’s Bar, Wayne , Michigan

*Deamon is at the bar like he normally is, alone, drinking. Sam has the camera searching the bar looking at the life there. It seems more like a restaurant then a bar. People are being sold food as well as drinks, but Deamon and Kyle are still at the bar. Kyle is telling Deamon all what has been happening to the state since he left. Sam walks over and begins to tape the conversation the two men are having.*

Kyle: You see the companies keep outsourcing parts manufacturing to Mexico and only keep us employed to make sure there’s still some sort of consumption here in this state to make them look a little better. It’s kinda sick to me but hey, I just work here.

Deamon: Seems like nothing else has changed. When I left here all I saw was massive layoffs by companies who couldn’t have the common decency to help there own country then to line there own damn pockets. It’s all about the bottom line bro, you should know that by know.

Kyle: Yeah, it’s just I don’t know why I’m still here.

Deamon: Because they trapped you here. It’s not your fault man.
Kyle: Enough about me and this, what about you? Any like, match you got coming up.

Deamon: 3, in one night.

Kyle: Damn!

Deamon: I got it handled. It’s just 7 other guys, and…hey, where you goin?

*Kyle gets up and blots out the door, this was all just for a free drink. He got away while Deamon was distracted. Sam get’s up to chase after him but Deamon holds him back. Sam turns to him in confusion wondering why he just let the guy go. Deamon takes another drink and looks at Sam.*

Deamon: Forget it Sam, It’s D-town.

[Deamon Cohln]

-Scene 4- Bronco’s Bar, Wayne , Michigan

*Deamon and Sam are still at the bar. Deamon has finally gotten a little more social and is not remotely shocked at what Kyle has done to them. Too bad the same cannot be said for Sam. He is looking around the bar nervous, cleaning his camera again in a nervous tic. Deamon is called over by a rowdy group of auto worker who have just come in in there work overalls with there name badges sown on. The open up a seat for the HWF wrestler and he sits down as the group just starts bombarding him with questions.*

Man 1: So your Deamon Cohln right?

Deamon: That’s right

Man 1: Damn, I never thought I’d ever see you back up in these parts!

Deamon: Umm…thanks…I guess…

Man 1: Your gonna tell me you don’t know who I am?

Deamon: Sorry man, the concussions take it out of you sometimes…

Man 1: It’s Chuck man! You should remember me as we were stuck on the ice for the first ten years of your hockey career!

Deamon: Chuck…Chuck Valencio?

Chuck: Hell yeah!

Deamon: Goddamn man! It’s been too long brother!

*Deamon and chuck grip hands in a welcoming back gesture as Chuck pulls them both in for a hug. Sam is watching this and decides not to film this. There’s no action, no true drama. Besides, he’s too nervous to look anywhere besides his own camera and his own legs. He thinks to himself that if this is just the outskirts of the city, what is the actual city like?*

Chuck: What the hell have you been up to man? I haven’t seen you since graduation.

Deamon: I went and did exactly what I said I would do.

Chuck: You went and became a computer programmer?

Deamon: No, the other thing.

Chuck: You actually went to wrestling school? Goddamn, I never thought you’d get there. You’re so small!

*Deamon takes a swig out of his beer again, he’s only on his second so he’s still just starting. Chuck is only having Faygo for some reason. The other men go off to bug Sam who is still just trying to clean his camera in peace and not cause a massive scene, which the drunken auto workers want to do.*

Deamon: Ha ha ha, being small never stopped me before, I was the top Defenseman in the whole Adray Community League.

Chuck: You’re still going on about that man, come on, that’s how long ago? Find some new accolades to brag about.

Deamon: AWS World Champion, HWF US Champion, HWA National Champio….

Chuck: *laughing* I get it, I get it…wait? HWF?

Deamon: Yeah, I work for them.

Chuck: Man, I thought you would be working for some small town thing, but you went big time.

Deamon: Didn’t I tell you I was gonna?

Chuck: Yeah, but…whoop, five o’ clock man, I gotta get to the rink.

Deamon: Rink? You playing adult hockey?

*Chuck takes a drink from his Faygo Cola and Deamon takes another drag of his ciagrette, Chuck laughs a bit and turns back to Deamon.*

Chuck: No man, I gave up playing. I coach now, you should come man, I got an extra pair of skates for you.

Deamon: Sounds good man.

Sam: Hold up, don’t we gotta…

Deamon: We don’t gotta do anything really. If you’re gonna follow me around, you’re gonna go to a hockey rink now.

Chuck: Cool man, you can teach my defensemen some stuff from the old days. Just follow me in your car man.

Deamon: No problem.

Sam: Hold up, how many have you had?

Deamon: Only two.

Sam: I’m driving.

Deamon: whatever.

-Scene 5- Deamon’s Car driving down M-12

*Deamon is in the passenger seat while Sam is driving. Sam looks over as Deamon is playing with his camera. He’s just checking out the buttons and stuff, nothing really destructive so he lets him. He slows down a bit as the speed limit changes from 55 to 40 and Deamon sets the camera on the dash. He hit’s the record button and spins the view-screen to him and looks at himself in the screen. He looks over at Sam who is hitting the brakes to stop at a light.*

Deamon: So you’re supposed to interview me or something right?

Sam: I’m just supposed to follow you and make some sort of promo for the PPV. I’m not supposed to intervie…

Deamon: So essentially you just want to interview me, just say it man, I’ll do it, you just have to ask.

Sam: Fine, fine, I’ll interview you if it’ll get you to stop bugging me while I’m driving.

Deamon: Well, I will be talking so I will be kinda distracting you from….

Sam: Why do you drink?

Deamon: To forget.

Sam: To forget what?

Deamon: This place, my family, my shitty upbringing all of it. I just want to forget yesterday and focus on the path ahead of me. The beer and the alcohol help me do that. Believe me, I don’t want to drink. I don’t want to go to a bar and expect to get drunk and have some drunk off his ass cowboy come up to challenge me. I’m a pro wrestler. I wrestle other pro’s. Not amateurs. I hate having to do it, but if I don’t, I end up looking bad and that will end my career faster then I can say “Russell Crowe.”

Sam: So it’s because you’re challenge constantly.

Deamon: No, that’s just a side effect. You’ve seen this place a bit now. It’s enough to make someone start drinking, and you haven’t even seen the worst part of the city.

Sam: Yeah, yeah, at last you don’t drink as much as Scotty Blaze.

Deamon: Scotty Blaze, what a freaking joke. The guy is some sort of party animal whop sits around getting high, drinking Jack Daniels and passing out. At least when I drink, I only drink enough to buzz my mind a bit so I can get back to my hotel room. This guy is gonna die of liver diesise before he even hit’s the ring! Did you hear what he had to say? It was like a few minutes of mindless babble! It was just him using the most immature insults against us and nothing more. I hope he can at least stand up in the ring and not come out completely wasted.

Sam: Well at least he’s not Willie Bard.

Deamon: Yeah, instead of actually training like a real wrestler, he went off to New England somewhere to listen to some bland music and search for some protuberant pussy. Kinda sick if you think about it. You don’t find it odd that he hangs around teenagers still?

Sam: It is a little odd.

Deamon: Yeah, it’s worse then the guy who wrote Catcher in the Rye.

Sam: What about BomberJake?

Deamon: He’s the only man in this tournament that I have an ounce of respect for. The man won the title and has a stranglehold on it. I have to give him his props for that, but the fact is, he is still just a comedy spot guy who hasn’t beat me one-on-one yet. I got him in this tournament.

Sam: And Flame?

Deamon: I don’t know much about flame.

*There is a awkward pause*

Sam: What do you think about his little Wicca exploits?

Deamon: That’s not Wicca, my friend. Wicca people actually have a clue what they are doing. What he is doing is just jacking off in sequence with something or other about someone that died or something. While I’m not gonna rag on a method of mourning, but if you broadcast it to people whop are going to see this on National televison you could at least either know what you’re doing or actually help people figure out something about you. I was not in WWA so even with these promos, I still have no clue who this guy is!

Sam: What about the other guys in this tournament?

Deamon: Probably just a bunch of filler that Hudson threw in. I really don’t pay attention to the tourney really. I just watch who I have to face and that’s I don’t need to waste time on that other stuff.

Sam: Yeah, I guess….

Deamon: DUDE! WATCH THE FUCKING ROAD!

*Sam quickly turns hit head and slams on the brakes but it is too late. We hear a large crashing sound and the camera goes off and fades to an ominous black.*