Unscripted

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Scene 1

Off Camera

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The very first impression you generally get upon meeting Karen McBride is that she is a woman of wealth and power.  After seeing her one time, you may get the idea that her background and upbringing is that of a spoiled rich girl who has had everything handed to her throughout the entirety of her life.  The fact that she owns her own company, McBride Incorporated, seems to drive that point home even further.

Nothing could be farther from the truth.

She wasn't brought up in wealth and privilege like some may think.  The truth is that Karen McBride was once Karen Leonard, a poor yet street smart young girl who fought and clawed with all of her might to help her mother make ends meet, to help her mother and brothers survive.  It is for this reason that Karen has an advantage over most of her enemies, enemies in both the wrestling world and the corporate world.

In the wrestling world and corporate world alike, people thrive upon order and stability.  Every powerful megalomaniac from your Silas Masons to your Donald Trumps thrive upon a plan, a plot, or a scheme to try and overtake and undercut their enemies.  Karen, after being adopted by the wealthy and influential McBride Family and learning the ways of the corporate world, has learned how to adapt to an orderly attack.  She has learned how fine tuned plans and schemes can get you a long way in the industry.

What happens to those megalomaniacs when things don't go the way they had planned?  What happens when a monkey wrench gets thrown into the equation and their entire scheme goes to hell?  Usually things fall apart and they fail.  When your Silas Mason's of the world do not take into account for every potential factor, things are bound to go wrong.

Ian Malcolm of Jurassic Park fame called it chaos theory.

Chaos theory is where Karen McBride has an advantage over most of her pro-wrestling counterparts, for she recalls quite well the days when she had to walk the streets to survive.  There were no plans or schemes there.  You had to be on your toes because anything can and usually did happen.  There was no way to prepare for anything.

The next IWC Riot event will feature one of those rare instances where no one can prepare for anything.  It is one of the rare times where order and stability is thrown out the window and chaos truly does reign supreme.  For on this night there will be no booking, there will be no match scheduling.  Everything will be completely random and unscripted, just as the card is titled.

Karen McBride knows that she could literally get put against anyone.  She could be the curtain jerker against some no-name jobber or she could end up in the main event against the world heavyweight champion.  She has no idea who she will face so she has to prepare for anything.

That's the kind of environment Karen McBride thrives in.

Things have been rough for Karen lately and she is rather glad that, at least for this afternoon, she can take a break from thinking about her wrestling career and focus on her business.  She recently obtained full control over McBride Incorporated.  Having bought out her brother and sisters, and now her adopted parents selling their shares to her, she now has full one hundred percent control of this company.

No doubt her older adopted siblings, Stan Lee Jr. and Blaire, will be upset and jealous over this occurrence.  For McBride Incorporated was started by the McBride Family and now it is completely owned and operated by someone who, by blood at least, is NOT a McBride.  Despite what she may think of Stan and Blaire, Karen does love her adopted parents and wants to make certain she does them proud and that she gives McBride Incorporated the success it so richly deserves.

The brunette beauty sits in her office in a smart red pantsuit combo and black blouse underneath.  She is typing furiously away at her laptop.  A cup of coffee, half full, is to her right.  Karen reaches over and takes a sip of her coffee and as she puts the cup of coffee back down onto the desk, she hears a buzzing sound on her desk intercom.

“Ms. McBride...”

“Yes?” Karen responds.

“You have someone here to see you.”

“Becky, I thought I told you I did not want any visitors today...”

There is a few seconds pause as Karen waits on an answer from Becky, her secretary.  And then...

“...you did, but...”

“But what?”

“...it's your sister.”

Karen sighs.  She considers asking Becky to tell her which sister is here, Blaire or Melanie, because if it's Melanie she can stand to talk to her a little but definitely not Blaire.  Definitely not her.  But, the thing is, Karen is not all that happy with either of her sisters right now.

Blaire's sins are fairly obvious.  She used and manipulated Karen for quite some time to take her principle ownership away from her and then she inadvertently helped Silas Mason get that very same principle ownership.  Silas Mason, a verifiable tyrant and sexist pig, has the twenty-five percent principle ownership Karen fought so hard to obtain and it's all because of Blaire.

That's not all.  Blaire just recently convinced Melanie to help her in a wild scheme to lead Silas on, trick him into thinking Melanie was interested in him, all in a ploy to tie him up and force him to give Karen one more shot at the principle ownership.  Karen is thoroughly upset with Blaire for placing Melanie in that dangerous position but she is also angry with Melanie for agreeing to do so and for not telling Karen about it.

Still, is is her sister out there, and whether it's Blaire or Melanie, Karen has something to say to both of them.

“Send her in, Becky.”

Karen leans back in her chair and watches the door to her office.  It slowly opens and in walks Blaire McBride, wearing a trendy black dress and heels.  She is sporting an uneasy smile, for Blaire knows how upset Karen must be right now.

“Hi, Karen!” Blaire says cheerfully. “Working hard today?”

“Shut up.”

“Excuse me?”

“I said, shut up!”

Blaire stops and places her hands on her hips. “Now is that any way to talk to your sister?”

Karen shoots up out of her chair. “Is that any way to talk to my sister?”

She walks out from behind the desk and begins to make her way over closer towards Blaire herself.

“Is that any way to talk to someone who used and manipulated me to steal my principle ownership of IWC?”

“Now Karen, we already went over this...”

Blaire backs up, trying to get away from Karen, but she is backed against a wall.

“Is that any way to talk to someone who manipulated Melanie into doing something extremely dangerous that could've gotten her killed?!”

Karen reaches out and grabs Blaire by the throat. “I could squeeze right now and end you.  Give me one good reason why I shouldn't?”

“Ummm...I don't think you want to go to prison?”

“Try again.”

Karen begins to squeeze, not hard but just enough to let Blaire know that she can hurt her anytime she wants.

“Look, Karen!” Blaire begins frantically. “I was wrong for lying to you.  I'm sorry.  But I did it with the best of intentions.  I did it for you because, quite frankly, you would not have agreed to my plan!”

Karen glares daggers right through her older sister's eyes.  Blaire, meanwhile, is honestly not sure whether or not Karen will kill her.  Finally, though, after several tense moments, Karen releases her grip.

“You're right, I wouldn't have agreed to your plan.” She points a finger in Blaire's face. “Because it was a stupid plan and it could have gotten Melanie hurt or worse!”

“But it didn't!” Blaire exclaims. “Melanie is tough, I knew she could manage it, and now look at what we have done!  You are prime to get back your principle ownership of IWC!  Isn't that what you wanted?”

Karen nods her head. “Yes, I do.”

“Then what's the big deal?”

“The big deal is that you put Melanie's health and well being at risk.  I'm adopted, Blaire.  You and Melanie are not related to me in any way shape or form.  But you and Melanie are blood.  You SHOULD be closer to her than I am to her.  And yet here you are using her as a pawn in your chess match with Silas Mason.”

Karen slaps Blaire across the face. “Don't you give a DAMN about her?!”

Blaire rubs her cheek. “Karen I...”

Karen's eyes are red hot with anger.  Blaire stares deep into her eyes.

“Karen...you really do care about her...don't you?”

The adopted sibling turns her back to Blaire. “You damn near got her killed.  And Melanie...well was stupid for agreeing to the plot!”

“Karen...look, I'm sorry, it's just that...”

“There is no apologizing for this.  Now get out of my office.”

Blaire just stares at her for a few moments.  Not yet moving, not yet leaving.

“Why aren't you leaving?” Karen demands in an angry tone. “Is there something else you wanted to say, Blaire?  Are you going to grovel and make more excuses?”

“No, it's just...” Blaire's voice trails off.

“What?”

“Melanie's here and she wants to speak to you.”

Karen pauses just momentarily. “Send Melanie in and get out.”

“Karen...”

“Send Melanie in and get out.”

Blaire sighs and turns to leave.  Just as she gets to the door she stops and turns back to face Karen.

“Melanie idolizes you, Karen.  Please don't be too angry with her.  Please be easy on her.”

Blaire opens the door and steps out.  Karen remains with her back to the door and waits until she hears the door opening again.  This time Melanie McBride steps in, wearing a flirty pink sun dress and flip flops.

“Hi, Kare-Bear...” Melanie begins uneasily.

“Karen.”

“What?”

“My name is Karen.” Karen explains. “I am angry right now and until I say otherwise you call me Karen.  Understood?”

“Yes...Karen.”

Karen turns and points to an empty chair. “Sit.”

Melanie nods and sits down in the chair.  Karen begins to pace the floor around the chair, which makes Melanie more nervous than before, if that's possible.

“Your sister was just here.  She seemed surprised to learn how deeply I care about you.  And it's true, I do care about you.  Outside of my husband Eric, I care about you more than anyone else.  But do you know why I care about you so much?”

Melanie shakes her head but utters no words, as she is still afraid to speak.

“I have lived out on the streets where I had to deal with thugs and gangsters.  I lived in the business world where I had to deal with corporate fat cats.  Many of them were allies but none of them were friends.  Not one did I consider a friend.  Not even my own blood relatives, my brothers Samuel and Gregory Leonard, I didn't even consider them friends.”

“Not even your brothers?” Melanie squeaks out.

“Not even them, because every last one of them, my brothers included, lied to me.”

She touches Melanie on her nose. “But you were different.  When I met you I expected you to be just the same but you began to prove me wrong.  You were always honest with me.” she laughs lightly. “Sometimes honest to a fault.  Blaire and Stan would take advantage of you.  That's when I began to take up for you, and that's how we became friends.  True friends.  True sisters because you never once lied to me.  Until now.”

“But Karen I...”

“I'm not done!” Karen's eyes are filled with tears. “You never lied to me until now!  You trusted her...you trusted Blaire!  You could have gotten yourself killed because of ME!”

“We just wanted to help you!” Melanie exclaims.

Karen motions for Melanie to stand up. “Stand up.”

Melanie is reluctant but she stands up anyway. “I know you were trying to help me...Blaire, not so much, but you I know you were trying to help.  And I forgive you.”

Karen embraces Melanie in a tight hug. “But NEVER do that again!  I never would have forgiven myself had you gotten hurt!”

Now both sisters are crying as they hug one another tightly. “I...I promise Karen!  I promise...”

The embrace is broken and Karen smiles weakly as she wipes tears away. “Kare-Bear.  Call me Kare-Bear.”

Melanie smiles back. “Ok...Kare-Bear.”

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Unscripted

On Camera

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It’s not a mystery to anyone that I have not had the greatest of years.  Between Prestige bombing, my own sister betraying me, and Silas Mason stealing my principle ownership from m e, my year has been pure hell.  Pure and unadulterated hell.  And to have to run gauntlet matches, compete in three on one handicap matches, all of that bullshit just rubs salt in the wound.  But if you’ve been paying attention then you’ll take note of how much more aggressive I have been, how much more fierce I have been fighting.  Again and again you can knock me down but I’ll keep getting back up each and every time.

Oh but on a traditional RIOT I can expect what is to come.  I know that Silas Mason will do whatever he can to screw with me.  He’ll send whatever goons he can after me to try and destroy me because he knows that I will not stop until I have taken back my principle ownership.

This time is different.  Riot is unscripted and anything can happen and that is where I thrive, that kind of environment is the kind of environment where I do my absolute best work.

So I can face any of you on the RIOT roster, anyone at all, it doesn’t matter.  Throw me I n against one of you, two of you, three of you, or all of you.  I have been overcoming adversity my entire life.  I have fought like hell to survive.  I have endured the worst kinds of punishment, humiliations, beatings, and yet here I stand.  I am still here.  And I am not going anywhere until I draw my last breath.

Unscripted?  It doesn’t bother me.  It doesn’t intimidate me.  Nothing Silas Mason or IWC can cook up will ever intimidate me, because I have been through it all, I have seen it all.  There is nothing that will ever surprise me.  I am ready for anything and I am ready for Unscripted.