EXT. LAW OFFICE OF MARTY SUNSHINE, ESQ. - AFTERNOON
Our scene picks up outside Marty Sunshine, Esq.'s office. The front door to Marty's office swings open, and out steps DAMIAN COLE. He is carrying a large cardboard box-- a box the size that an artificial Christmas tree might come in-- as he exits the building. His manager, MARTY SUNSHINE, ESQ., is following quickly behind him.
MARTY: Damian, wait! Let's talk about this.
DAMIAN: There's nothing to talk about, Marty.
MARTY: But just here me through, you've gotta trust me when it comes to these things.
Damian makes his way down the steps and around the corner to the side of Marty's office building, where a large green dumpster sits in the parking lot. Damian stops when he gets to the dumpster, and places the box on the hood of the car parked adjacent to the dumpster.
Damian opens the box, and inside are a variety of tools and weapons: a bat, a golf club, a hockey stick, nun chucks spiked brass knuckles, a sledgehammer. One by one, Damian starts taking out miscellaneous items and chucking them into the dumpster.
MARTY: Damian, do you have any idea who this guy is? Have you ever seen him fight? Did you even watch his match from last week?
DAMIAN: Listen to me, Marty, I am a wrestler. I don't play baseball, or hockey, or golf. I'm not a laborer-- I don't use hammers or crow bars or hacksaws. I'm not a ninja-- Chinese stars, Marty-- really?
MARTY: Damian, that's all well and good, but this Equinox, he doesn't see things the same way you do. What're you gonna do when things escalate and he grabs a chair, or a trash can, or a pane of glass?
DAMIAN: I'm gonna lose.
MARTY: Wait, what.
DAMIAN: I'm gonna lose. Look, I don't know how many ways I can say the same thing, Marty. I am here to wrestle. Suplexes. Headlocks. Inside cradles. If this contest comes down to who can wield a weapon better, then Equinox, he can have the victory-- I don't want it. But as much as you've done your homework on Equinox, I've done more; and what you saw him do last week against James Silkk, that's not a reflection of what this guy is all about. This guy is a wrestler. He has an arsenal of moves that I can't even pronounce. I don't have the time or desire to learn how to be a hardcore wrestler in a week and a half, and this is not what this match is about.
Marty reaches into the box and pulls out the first thing his hands touch-- a blow torch.
MARTY: But Damian, wouldn't you feel a little more secure if you had something like this in your back pocket.
Damian takes the blow torch from Marty and tosses it into the dumpster.
DAMIAN: Thanks, but no thanks.
Damian turns to the camera.
DAMIAN: Equinox, I'll make this pretty clear, and perhaps even save us all some time. I've followed you, and you strike me as a man of honor, so I ask that you honor this. If it is your intention to turn this into a hardcore match, with hammers and bats and kendo sticks flying around, tell me now and the win is yours. I'll take the night off and spend it with my kids. No offense, different strokes for different strokes, but that hardcore shit ain't my bag. Its bad enough I have an ex-wife looking to take me to court to provide her with proof of my life insurance coverage because I'm fighting you. I'm here to wrestle, and deep down, I know you are too.
Damian picks up the box and dumps its remaining contents into the dumpster (which at a glance includes cherry bombs, a night stick, a stun gun, and a bottle of chloroform). Damian turns back the camera.
DAMIAN: I know you love this sport, and I know that whatever it may or may not be about for you today, at some point it was about the sport. I know you can wrestle. I've seen it with my own two eyes-- swanton bombs and crossface chickenwings, armbars and leglocks, every suplex and DDT under the sun. Please-- bring that game to Hardknocks on July 12th.
MARTY: Damian, you are making a big mistake. Haven't you ever heard the expression, "bring a gun to a knife fight?" You don't show up for a knife fight empty handed.
DAMIAN: Yeah, and how did that work out for James Silkk.
Damian turns to the camera again.
DAMIAN: Equinox, I know there is nothing I can hit you with that James Silkk has not already tried. I watched him do horrific things to you with devices that were not made for sorting combat-- and in you, I watched a man who refused to stay down. I have no false perceptions that I am going to make you submit, or knock you out, or impose my will on you. But I also know that I don't need to do that to come out of Hardknocks with my hand raised. Three seconds on your back-- that's all I need. That is where my experience rests. In all likelihood, it will be out of nowhere and painless. You may not even realize it happened until its over. Remember, we're wrestling in a school on the 12th, so what do you say you and I return to what we love about this sport and put on a wrestling clinic-- a "wrestling" clinic-- for those on hand, and show them what makes this the greatest sport in the world?