EXT.  BACKYARD IN SUBURBAN NEW JERSEY – DUSK.

 

The young woman known as LUCKY SEVEN leans against a gnarly-headed tree, facing the camera from her right side. Hanging from the branch above her head is a wooden swing-seat on an old rope. All is quiet, save for the ching of silver dollar that she repeatedly flips and catches with her right thumb. Her entire right arm is tatted with a full-sleeve mural of mythological gods and titans, most prominently Medusa at the shoulder.]

 

LUCKY SEVEN

“Speed kills. I kill. Careers, egos, expectations…that sorta thing. I kill ‘em dead, Diamond.”

 

(Flips the coin for the last time, and swats it into the grass. She digs around in the dirt with her shoe in a moment of attention lapse, and turns center to the camera. Her hair is split colored, black on the right side, blonde on the left)

 

“But I mean, if you’re going to insist on devaluing the points system, we could settle this in other ways. I don’t have to split-crack you upside the head. I could lay down, you on top for the best three seconds of your life, and you could just [i]hand me[/i] your points. No hospital trip required, and I walk away with the easiest bank anybody’s made all season!”

 

(Sighs, shakes head)

 

“Seriously you dumb shit, what the HELL is wrong with you? Is there some purpose to being here other than compiling points and winning shiny stuff at the end, or did you just not read the DEFIANCE brochure close enough?”

 

(Looks off-camera to her left)

 

“Laurie! Jog my memory, what did that damn thing say-“ (INTERRUPTS herself with laughter)

 

(Seven bends over, hands on knees, laughing. Now she’s upright, pushing back her blonde hair and looking off-camera this time to the right)

 

[ENTER LAURIE SNOW]

 

L. SNOW

“Oooh I see what you want me to do here, Sev. This calls for a little FACETIOUSNESS, right? Ok, here goes…”

 

(Clears throat)

 

“As I recall, the DEFIANCE brochure stated: ‘Welcome to beautiful DEFIANCE. We are a wrestling organization with a proud history. When you compete here, you’ll do so in a seasonal format. Have fun, make friends, and REMEMBER: points are all that matters! Good luck to you!”

 

(Turns quickly to the left)

 

[ENTER LUCKY SEVEN]

 

LUCKY SEVEN

“That brochure did NOT tell us to make friends! Look, you want the truth, Diamond Shazam? I think if you want to ‘play with little girls’ you should drive around town in a van with lollipops and a roll of duct-tape. I think you don’t want your head kicked off and mailed back to Pee Wee’s Playhouse, you shouldn’t fight me.”

 

“And I think, you make a grave error when you tempt fate and mock fortune, because fortune only smiles on the bold. It’s an old cliché, but what it fails to mention is the price you pay for pissing in the mouth of Lady Fortune and turning her frown (draws a rotated ‘U’ with finger) upside down.”

 

“You could have drawn anybody this week, Diamond. But you drew ME! The luckiest bitch to walk the earth. I’m going to embarrass you, pillar to post. With my SPEED – SHAZAM! Understand, Diamond baby?”

 

“Fate carried out your judgment, and rolled a Lucky Seven. But like I said, if you’re looking to cheat the hang man, I’ll be happy to take those points off your hands, no effort required.”

 

“But you won’t do that, will you? In the end, your world view is full of shit. You want the win, you want the points, and you want to BE THE BEST. Except you can’t. ‘Cause I’M the best, Diamond baby.”

 

“I’m the one who’s gonna wind up on top when the final chapter is written. So if your pseudo-intellectual spiel about art meets violence is what’s gonna help you swallow the bitter little pill in my Rx bottle, then that’s fine by me.”

 

“Lucky Seven is all about the truth…”

 

(Walks over and sits in the wood swing. Her hard stare is blank, and she swings back and forth looking into the camera)

 

“Lucky Seven is the truth. Fortune is the truth. And the truth never fails. I call heads…(shrugs)…or I call tails. Doesn’t matter. I hit it every time. Every time.”

 

(Smiles, laughs impishly)

 

Every. Time.”

 

(Looks down for a moment, then to her left, showing her beautiful blonde hair)

 

[ENTER LAURIE SNOW]

 

L. SNOW

“You scare me, Sev. You really, really do.”

 

[FADE TO BLACK]