Leroi Daniels

*The scene opens at an office space where multiple men sit at a long table, with multiple microphones, headsets, and red solo cups. They were conversing amongst themselves and drinking from the cups as time went on.* Podcast Host: “If you’re just tuning in, Welcome to The Muscle Mass Podcast, the podcast devoted to all things involving muscles. Our guest today is none other than OCW superstar Leroi Daniels.” Leroi: “What’s going everybody, great to be here.” Podcast Host: “So early you were saying that signing with OCW was the best thing to happen you. I was wondering if you could elaborate a little more on that.” Leroi: “Yeah definitely um… OCW has changed my life for better. Y’know it's given me a platform to let my voice be heard, I’m able to use my physique to do something that I love doing, and I also am able to provide for my family. So I will say that it 100% is the best thing to happen to me.” Podcast Host: “Was this something that you saw yourself doing early on in your life or was this a more recent thing.” Leroi: “Well uh… it was always something that I considered, but never really thought that I would make a lasting career out of ya know. I mean it still could be swiped from right under me at time, but for right now it’s looking like I won’t be going anywhere anytime soon.” Podcast Host: “That’s great man. Oh, we also heard that you were in the process of creating a podcast/talk show of your own, is this true?” Leroi: “Oh yeah, this is something that I had in the works after my match with Damian Bourne. I was gonna call it ‘The Daily Drip’ and I was going to interview other wrestlers and sports athletes, and inform the viewers of what was happening in the world of sports, mainly wrestling.” Podcast Host: “What ever happen to that man, that sounds like something I would tune into.” Leroi: “Well I ultimately ended up dropping the drip gimmick and I figured that It wouldn’t make sense to have a podcast that doesn’t match what I’m doing. So I scrapped it for right now.” Podcast Host: “Do you think you’ll ever revisit the idea?” Leroi: “In the world of wrestling, anything is possible. So I want to say yes to that question.” Podcast Host: “That’s great man, that’s great. Well before we start to wrap it up, I have one more question for. By the way I appreciate you coming on the cast today.” Leroi: “No problem, I enjoy being on here. Go ahead and fire away.” Podcast Host: “If you weren’t in OCW, would you still be in the sports industry? And if so, what would you be doing?” Leroi: “That’s a good question, I’m surprised that nobody has asked me that question before. But umm… yes I would still be in the sport industry if it weren’t for wrestling. I would have either tried out for American Ninja Warrior or HCF.” Podcast Host: “HCF as in the mma company.” Leroi: “Yeah, I was considering them for a while, but I ultimately went with wrestling. So best believe that if this doesn’t work out, I’ll be right over at HCF soon.” Podcast Host: “Awesome. Well thank you Leroi for coming on the podcast, it truly was wonderful and I can’t wait to see what you do in the future.” Leroi: “Thanks man, anytime.” Podcast Host: “That’s it today ladies and gentleman. Tune in tomorrow for our next guest, President of Hardcore Cage Fighting, Jaren Dawson. Thanks guys and have a fully fit day.” *The podcast ends and the scene cuts to black.*

*Early in the morning, Leroi drives along the road on his way to go grab some coffee. After driving for a little while, he stops at a Starbucks and parks his car out front. He walks inside getting in line, reaching inside his coat pocket and grabbing his phone. He goes to his messages and starts to text his friend Travis.* Leroi: *texting* “Here at Starbucks, what do you want?” Travis: *texting back* “Venti Coffee, 3 Splendas and a little bit of half & half.” Leroi: “Aight. How long until you get here?” Travis: “10-15 minutes.” Leroi: “Ight. See you soon.” *He puts his phone back into his pocket, walking up to the counter. He then gives his order to the Barista.* Leroi: “Hi, can I have a Venti Mocha Frappuccino without whip cream and a venti coffee please.” Barista: *politely answering* “Of course. Would you like room for creamer.” Leroi: “Uhh, yes please.” Barista: “Alright. Your total comes to $8.00.” *Leroi takes his wallet out his pants pocket and takes out a $20 bill. He hands the money her, as she accepts it with a smile.* Barista: “I feel like I’ve seen you before.” Leroi: “The television maybe.” Barista: “You’re that one wrestler on OCW. Leroi Daniels right?” Leroi: “Yes ma’am, in the flesh.” Barista: “You’re my biggest fa… I’m your biggest fan. Sorry, I just never met a celebrity before.” *She blushes, letting out a cute laugh. He smiles.* Leroi: “Trust me, I’m new to this whole thing.” *The Barista would hand him his receipt and change. He takes the receipt, but puts the change into the tip jar.* Leroi: “Keep the change.” *He winks as he goes to take a seat at one of the tables. He scrolls through social media, waiting for his drinks and his friend. He suddenly gets a texts from a random number.* Random Number: “Leroi it’s your sister Ilana, I got a new number. Call Mom when you get the chance, she says you haven’t talked to her in a while.” *He goes to text back, but is interrupted by the Barista. She sits the drinks next to him and smiles. He looks up at her.* Leroi: “Thanks.” Barista: “No problem. You mind if I have a seat?” Leroi: “Sure. By all means, go ahead.” *She pulls out the seat next to him and sits down. Leroi takes a sip of his Frappuccino, before speaking.* Leroi: “I never would’ve taken you as a fan of wrestling.” Barista: “ Yeah I know. To most people’s surprise I’ve been a fan since I was like 10 years old.” Leroi: “Really that’s a pretty long time. I didn’t into wrestling until I was in high school.” Barista: “Is that what led you to pursue a career in pro-wrestling?” Leroi: “Somewhat. I was a personal fitness trainer, before I considered a career in wrestling. I would help people get the physic they want, manage their diets, and help them feel more secure and accepting about their bodies. One day I was watching wrestling and I was wondering how it would be if I become one. I figured that I have the body, I have the attitude , and that It would be a good thing to get into. Not to mention that I was also on the wrestling team in high school, so that prior wrestling experience also help in me getting into OCW.” Barista: “That’s interesting. It sounds like you’ve had a very active life so far.” Leroi: “Yeah, it has its ups and downs but at the end of the day, I enjoy what I’ve accomplished so far. I want to be able to show people that no matter who they are, they can make it anywhere they want to and obtain anything they work for.” Barista: *Nodding her head in approval* “That’s good. Um you had said that there are downs when it comes to what you do. If you don’t mind me asking, what are some of the downs?” Leroi: “Well uh…” *Suddenly Travis would enter the Starbucks and interrupt their conversation.* Travis: “Hey man good to see you. Who is this?” Leroi: “Well this is uhh… I’m sorry I never got your name ma’am.” Barista: “Valeria and my break is just about over so, I’ll see you soon Mr. Daniels.” Leroi: “Hopefully so.” *She walks to the back, waving at him with a smile. He waves back, then directs his attention back to Travis.* Travis: “My bad man I didn’t know you was trying to…” Leroi: “No It wasn’t anything like that, she’s just a fan bruh.” Travis: “Oh aight. So what are we doing here?” Leroi: “Did you drive?” Travis: “No, I took a cab.” Leroi: “Good. Lets go, we’ll take my car.” *Leroi stands up and pushes in his chair. He grabs the drinks, hand Travis his as he sips his Frappuccino once again. They walk out of the StarBucks and the scene fades to black.*

*Laying with his back flat on a couch, Leroi lays in the apartment building of his therapist. His shrink would sit in chair across from him with a notepad, pen, and glasses. She looks at him and address him in a calm manner.* Shrink: “And what actions have you taken, while you have experienced this ‘enlightenment’ you speak of?” Leroi: *Answering relaxed and reluctantly* “Well um… I’m not to proud of what I have done. I’ve lashed out at many people, committed vandalism on my jobs property, and have been distancing myself from my family. The funny thing is doc, when I did these things I didn’t feel like me.” Shrink: *Intrigued* “What do you mean by that?” Leroi: “ I mean that… I felt like I was a completely different person. Like someone pushed me out of my own body and had taken the wheel. It sounds crazy I know, but it’s true i’m telling you.” *She writes on the notepad while listening to Leroi. Adjusting her glasses, she continues.* Shrink: “How does It feel, when you no long have control over your body?” Leroi: “It feels like being in the passenger seat of a car, except I can’t see the driver. I sit back able to see everything that’s going on, but I can’t do anything to stop it. It’s like I’m paralyzed.” Shrink: “And you said that there's another person at the wheel right?” Leroi: “Yeah.” Shrink: “This may sound weird, but do you think It’s possible that we speak to this entity that possess you from time to time?” Leroi: “I don’t think that’s possible.” Shrink: “Just give it try please.” Leroi: “Ok.” *Leroi closes his eyes and remains silent. His eyes can be seen rapidly moving under his eyelids and then suddenly stopping. Leroi opens his, slowly sitting his upper body up and turning towards the shrink.* Leroi: *In a calm manner.* “Hello.” Shrink: “Hello and to whom am I speaking to?” Leroi: “A higher power. One that intends on liberating the volatile natures of the human mind.” Shrink: “What do yo...” Leroi: “How does it feel, to know that you live and embody the definition of insanity?” Shrink: “Excuse me?” Leroi: “Extreme foolishness and irrationality. That is what I see when I look at you. You see, the real question is not who I am, It’s who are you? Shrink: “Well uh…” Leroi: “Who are you? Are you someone that has fallen down the rabbit, have you been trapped in a paradox? Are you in a period of time and space where you don’t belong, who truly are you?” Shrink: “I am Leroi’s therapist. What have you done with him?” Leroi: *He points to his head, tapping it with his index finger.* “He is here, simply observing and learning what I have to offer him.” Shrink: “And what exactly are you teaching him?” Leroi: “Liberation, Enlightenment, the ability to help others find their true selves and release them from the restraints that keep them from being woken. He will soon become a prophet of what I intend to accomplish. And that quest starts with you. Now answer the question and I want you to think deeply; who are you?” *Shrink takes off her glasses and leans in more towards Leroi. A tear slowly crawls down her face and she answers.* Shrink: “I am a broken person.” Leroi: “And what do you seek?” Shrink: “To be rebuilt and with a purpose.” Leroi: “And do you know what that purpose is?” Shrink: “To help bring others into the light, as you have done to me.” Leroi: “Yes” *He extends his hand out and offers to the shrink.* “You are no longer broken my child; you have been rebuilt in my presence. Now come and we shall begin our crusade in this city.” *The shrink takes his hand and the two exit the building together.*

*At the OCW Performance Center, many superstars practice there wrestling and conversing with their coaches. All seems normal, except a yelling can be heard through the facility. It’s Leroi; dressed in a white Nike hoodie, black basketball shorts, and gold colorway Air Jordan 1’s. He has a microphone in his hand, as he continues yell and ramble on.* Leroi: “...And you’ve all got it. I am no more, the drip is more. It was but a mere fragment of when I was binded by the chains of ignorance by the likes of you all. Those primitive times have shown me that no one knows who I truly. Not you, or you, or him in the back… I don’t even know who I am anymore. But I do know that the sheets have been lifted from my eyes and the aurora’s of the truth have furnished my mind! You all are arbitrary! You stick to whatever’s put in front of you and don’t bother to observe what else is there. You’re like flies on shit… sucking it dry until another falls to the ground.” *A member of the performance center staff walks over and stops Leroi.* Staff Member: “Hey Leroi, It’s good to see you. I see you’re working on your promo skills.” *Leroi laughs, put his hand on his shoulder.* Leroi: “Ignorant soul. This is no promo, this is statement, a public service announcement of some sorts. One against the fickle minded behavior that you, the company, and everyone possesses.” Staff Member: “What makes you think that we all possess ‘fickle minded behavior’.” Leroi: “ Don’t act as if you haven’t been consumed by symbiote that is bewilderment.You have been poisoned like the others, to undermine all that are overshadowed by pompous slaves of the company. You see, you only see the art, and not who made; now that my friend is the fickleness you have obtained.” Staff Member: “Well Leroi I’m gonna be honest, I didn’t understand a word of what you just said; but It sounds good so keep it up.” *The Staff Member walks away, as Leroi would continue.* Leroi: “Huh, look no further for the feeble mindedness that plagues the lot of you. I am not a Mayan or a menace, but wild how y’all you can lie like professors. What I speak is not blasphemy, but the truth that has been withheld from you. Talk what I have given you all and do what you will with it.” *Leroi lets the microphone drop to the floor, grabbing his duffle bag, and walking over to the weight room. For the next few hours until closing, Leroi would lift, squat, and curl away the day. After he finishes, he goes to the locker and changes into more fresher clothes. He walks out the empty performance center, opening his bag up once he was outside. He wraps a black bandana over his face, covers his head with the hood of his hoodie and takes out a can of gray spray paint. He goes over to the left wall of the building to start spraying, but hesitates and stops himself. His eyes give a lock of confusion, a lone surviving thought in his mind that he still is loved. He paces back and forth, suddenly stopping. His eyes slowly turn more angry, as his mind has transcended the propaganda that he everyone has been trying to plant in his mind. He goes over and starts to tag up the wall. After a 15 minutes, he moves on to the right wall and starts to spray it up as well. After 5 minutes, Leroi stops and sprays on the concrete leading to the performance center. After he finishes, he steps back holding the can, looking at everything he wrote. The left wall read ‘The Drip Is No More’, while the right wall had nothing but small question marks, and the concrete read ‘You Will All Soon See What You Have Created’. He walks away and disappears into the night; leaving the state in which Leroi is in, clouded by uncertainty. All that is forsure, is that he isn’t the same as before, and he may never be again.*

*Leroi sits on the couch in his condo during the evening, watching spaghetti westerns as he handles investment deals on his laptop. On the coffee table his feet were propped up on, his phone vibrates indicating that a notification had came through. He reaches over grabbing his phone, seeing that the notification was pertaining to his job(OCW). He sees that it was regarding a fantasy draft that the company was holding. He opens it up and displays the video through his phone to his laptop.* Leroi: “This should be interesting.” *Leroi sits and watches the entire video. Gunshots from the tv can be heard, as the video wraps on his laptop. Disrespected and perplexed, Leroi slams his laptop shut and sits in disbelief. He forcefully slides everything off the coffee table in anger, as a sinister laugh is heard. Leroi looks up towards the television, seeing that the laughter is from the western onscreen. The frame stops and red, cursive writing spells out the words “The Bad”. Leroi starts to pace around the room.* Leroi: “All the support I give, showing up to shows, supporting facility; they don’t give a shit about me. They’ve turned their back on me and now the fans have done the same.” *Suddenly, Damian walks into the condo.* Damian: “Aye Leroi, I’m gonna need to crash here for a bi…” *Damian sees the mess that Leroi has created and looks over at him.* Damian: “What happened?” Leroi: “See for yourself.” *Leroi tosses his phone to Damian and he catches it. The video still plays, as he hears laughter coming from the phone. Damian watches for a bit and looks back at Leroi.* Damian: “I’m sure it was just a joke, after all it’s mock draft.” Leroi: “Bullshit! They meant every word of what they said. And now that the fans are watching this, they’ve turned on me too. *sigh* I’ve tried to be nice and be supportive of everything for this company, but look where that’s got me. Hmm… I’ll tell you where, NO WHERE!” Damian: “Look just calm down, ok. The company appreciates everything we do for it, i guarantee you.” Leroi: “Really?! Is that why they didn’t pick me in the draft? Is that why I’m laughed at after someone interviews? Is that why I haven’t been on any show since I last fought you? As that why they suspended you, even though you put your heart in soul into everything for them? Huh? Face it Damian, we’re nothing but slaves and ponds to them; performing for people who don’t appreciate us and don’t value our talent.” Damian: “Listen…” Leroi: “No you listen Damian, let everything I just said process in your head. And ask yourself what it’s worth, what at the end of the day was the fruits of our labor.” *Leroi sighs and tries to collect himself, as Damian stands seeing the man he once saw as having unbreakable happiness fall into a pool of madness. Leroi walks over to Damian, snatching his phone from him and putting on his coat and shoes before storming out of the condo. Damian stands perplexed, finally shrugging his shoulder and flopping onto Leroi’s couch.* Damian: “The Good, The Bad, And The Ugly, oh such a classic.” *Damian would watch the movie, not giving a second thought to what was wrong with Leroi.*

Gears Moving *Leroi sits in the locker room during Devils Night with his feet cocked up on a table, while he sips from his black solo cup and scrolls through social media on his phone. As he relaxes in the back, Leroi’s friend Travis comes and meets up with him in the back using a backstage pass Leroi gave him.* Travis: “What’s good fam?” Leroi: (Leroi looks up with a surprised and happy tone in his voice)”Yo Travis! It’s good to see you man, I can’t believe you actually came out.” *Leroi stands up and daps up his friend, before sitting back down, taking another sip out of his cup. Travis continues to stand as the two have their conversation.* Travis: “You’re my homie man and I wanted to come out show my support. That’s what I’m here for G.” Leroi: “Yo I really appreciate that man, you’re a real one no cap.” Travis: “Ahh don’t worry about it, but uhh.. what are you doing right now. I know you don’t have a match on the card tonight, but I figured that since you were here that must mean that you have a promo or something planned.” Leroi: (Looking back at his phone) “Nah bruh, I’m just here to watch the show and show my support.” Travis: (With a uncertain expression on his face.) “Are you sure? You don’t wanna go out to the ring and interact with your fans?” *Leroi takes his phone and stands up, showing his friend his social media.* Leroi: “ I’ve been interacting with my fans over social media for the most part. As far as I’m concerned, the fans love them some Leroi.” Travis: “Well, I don’t mean to ruin the image you’ve got going on in your head, but not everyone “Loves them some Leroi.”” Leroi: “What are you talking about?” Travis: “Give me phone and I’ll show you.” *Leroi hands his phone to Travis; after a few seconds Travis shows Leroi the phone.* Travis: “Here look at this. @_BlaineB said ‘After watching him lose his first two matches in OCW, I finally understand what the L in Leroi stands for.’.” Leroi: (With a snarky tone) “Ok, that’s just one person out of millions of fans. Anyone can leave a hate…” *Travis cuts him off and continues* Travis: “@Dounnyya said ‘Seeing as that’s what colors his body turns after a match, it’s no wonder why Leroi chose purple and black for his attire.’.” *Leroi goes to say something but Travis continues to read.* Travis: “@mronedayfamous said ‘Leroi is all about the drip, but the only thing that’s dripping away is his his chance to get higher on the card.’. @ngb_lilbreezy wrote ‘Damn Leroi first Loki, and now Damian Bourne; who’s next Alex Asher?’.” Leroi:”Alright, that’s enough!”(He interjects) *Leroi takes a moment before speaking* Leroi: “Ok you proved your point, what do you want a cookie?” Travis: “Listen bruh I’m just trying to help you out. Have you even bothered to sit and think about why your sitting back here instead of fighting in the ring? The only way to get yourself back on the card is to win.” Leroi: “What are you suggesting I do?” Travis: “Issue an open challenge to anyone in the locker room or call someone out specifically. It’s what i would do at least.” *Leroi grabs his cup and downs the rest of his drink before looking to Travis.* Leroi: “Leave me. This is a big decision and I must meditate first so I can make the smartest choice.” Travis: “Aight” *The two dap each other up and Travis leaves the locker room. Leroi closes the door and the scene fades to black.*