<^> New Year <^>

["Super" Benny Starr]

MR. HOLLYWOOD presents a LIVE-WIRE production
“SUPER” BENNY STARR in ‘NEW YEAR’ with MARK BRIGGS and PAIN
written by DANIEL TAYLOR produced by FANTASY WRESTLING FEDERATION

The scene opens inside “Super” Benny Starr’s private locker room. The walls have been temporarily fitted with pink paper of various shades and a luscious crimson carpet has been laid down on top of the concrete floor. Present is Benny, attired in a white suit with an open collared hot pink shirt, alongside his sandals and his omnipresent feathered earring. Beside him is his agent, Mark Briggs and stood facing them, on loan, is “Wild” Bill Legend’s entourage consisting of his publicist, December Green, Azmodai and Kylie Legend.

“You’re plan is flawed, Benny.”

Kylie informs him, much to his dismay. Benny cockily waddles towards her, staring down at her. He lifts her face by the chin up to his bright blue eyes.

“That’s Mr. Starr to you. What are you doing here, anyway? Don’t you have some ironing to do?”

“All I’m saying is...”

“Do you really think I care what you have to say? WBL is stuck with you and seeing as he’s not here, it looks like I’ve been lumbered with you. Now go and make yourself useful... I could do with a sandwich before my match tonight.[/color]”

Kylie retreats to the opposite side of the room, trading a glance with Azmodai as she goes. He looks back at her sympathetically. Wearing a tuxedo, a young man enters caring a silver tray that bears four tall glasses of champagne.

“And now, we toast...[/color]”

Benny takes a glass and hoists it into the air. Immediately after, Briggs does the same thing. December smiles evilly before taking a glass for herself. Azmodai refrains from his look at Kylie and with the other members staring at him, he picks up the remaining glass and raises it. The four then clink and begin to drink.

“What exactly are you celebrating?”

“We’re celebrating the new year. A new era. It’s no surprise to anyone that FWF has been suffering as of late. Think back to the times when I have been a champion. The ratings for this pathetic excuse of a company have never been so high. But now, the so called “New Directions” have infected this place.[/color]”

“Yeah![/color]”

Briggs interjects. The others turn to face him and he looks down at his feet. He snaps his fingers at the servant who refills his glass as Benny turns back towards Kylie.

“Your uncle and I are the real new direction of this place. If and when we win the FWF Elite Tag Team Championships, we will carry this place to the top.[/color]”

Suddenly, there is a knock at the door. A member of staff peers around the wood and Benny’s face drops.

“Sir, Pain would like to see you.”

He states and with a hand gesture, Benny shoos him off.

“Briggs![/color]”

Briggs puts down his glass and trots over to his client, ready to take some mental notes.

“You’re coming with me.[/color]”

Benny storms out of the room with Briggs following as the scene fades out to black. It reopens inside the office of FWF Chairman Pain. It’s the typical official room with a blue, marble desk and various photographs from over the years in frames on the wall. Without knocking, Benny bursts through the door.

“Mr. Starr.[/color]”

“What is it?[/color]”

“Think very carefully before you talk like that to me. Now come in, sit down. Can I get you a whiskey?[/color]”

Pain rises from his leather chair and advances over to the side of the room where a small bar waits for him. He pulls out three glasses and pours some Jack Daniels into one. He then turns to the two people in his office and tilts the bottle.

“I’ll have a cherry martini.[/color]”

Pain raises his eyebrow.

“Whiskey’s fine.[/color]”

“Briggs?[/color]”

“Just a coke for me... diet...[/color]”

Pain complies and returns to his desk, handing Briggs his cola and Benny a generous amount of scotch. The two then take their seats on the smaller chairs facing the Chairman. Pain takes a sip of his beverage.

“Now, I called you in here to talk about your match tonight.[/color]”

“Ah, yes... daddy’s little princess.[/color]”

Pain stands and sentimentally observes the pictures hung on his wall, many of which including himself. Briggs follows him around with his eyes, giving Benny the perfect opportunity to pour the contents of his glass into Briggs’ drink.

“This company was built on respect. Me, Dan “Dragon” Taylor, The Predator, “Captain” Joe Stall, Alan Foulds, “Dark” Mark Lloyd, Ernest “The Beast” Bethea, Chris Knite and Jack Cool... the list goes on.[/color]”

“What’s your point?[/color]”

“The point’s this. All of us may have at one time or another absolutely hated each other. We’ve all fought together and all fought each other, but no matter what, we all respected each other.[/color]”

“Oh, I see. And you’re saying James Stall and MTB have no respect and you want me to drive it into them. Don’t worry, I plan to do exac...[/color]”

“Now you listen to me, Benny. You and your little gang of sheep are driving away everything this company stands for. And I’m not going to take it any more. I think you’re forgetting who I am. I am...[/color]”

Benny stands and begins to square up to the owner. As Briggs downs his drink in one, Benny interrupts Pain with a great anger shown in his eyes.

“Now you listen to me. I think you’re forgetting who I am. I am the only Superstarr in this place and right now, whether you like it or not, you need me. You need me and you need WBL because without them, you have nothing! Come on Briggs.[/color]”

“I’ve been blowing bubbles... pretty bubbles in the air...[/color]”

“Briggs![/color]”

“They fly so high, they reach the sky... and just like my dreams they fade and die...[/color]”

Briggs collapses on the desk. The other two stare at him before turning back to each other.

“I will put the respect back into FWF, Benny. And I’m starting with you. You’re little entourage will be banned from ringside tonight. If they get involved in your match, then you... you will be fired.[/color]”

Benny begins to clench his fists in rage, but then Pain does the same. Eventually, Benny retreats and storms out of the office, slamming the door behind him. Pain shakes his head before noticing Briggs is still passed out. He grabs Briggs by the head and lifts him up, observing his drunken eyes. He then lets go, allowing Briggs’ head to fall back down on the table.

“Fuck.[/color]”


(OOC: Accidentally put WBL as Kylie's brother instead of uncle. That's all I edited. )[/color]