The scene opens up to a lush green tropical paradise filled with vibrant wildlife. The monkeys are chattering away in the space they share with the trilling and tweeting colorful rare birds. Cool, relaxing music plays through the area contributing to the incredible ambiance for the Dillon family dinner. Arby, mom, and dad sit in front of a large elephant sticking its head out from the foliage and moving its trunk up and down. You would think that the Dillon family has taken a trip to South America but all they really had to do was take a 2 hour drive down to Orlando to have a celebratory bite to eat at Arby’s favorite restaurant. It’s a wild place to shop and eat… it’s the Rainforest Cafe.
Arby takes a bite of his Bamba’s Barbecue Wrap while admiring all the sights and sounds that the Rainforest Cafe has to offer.
Mom: Arby, we’re just so proud of you. Only your third match in and you’re getting a chance to become the Global Champion!
Dad: I knew you couldn’t be denied!
Arby: I must be doing something right over there on Friday Night Combat! It didn’t work out too well for me last time but I must have made a good impression. I can’t believe that I might become the Global Champion!
Dad: You WILL become the Global Champion! You gotta manifest it! That’s all the rage these days. As long as you keep saying something is gonna happen to you then dammit it’s gonna happen!
The lights dim in the restaurant and the patrons all get excited. The sound of thunder reverberates through the restaurant and flashes of light simulate lightning to the elation of every guest. Arby smiles at one of his favorite parts of coming to this restaurant. Before his excitement wears off from the thunderstorm, here comes his other favorite part about eating at this particular establishment…
Arby: VOLCANO!!!
Dad and Mom (in unison): VOLCANO!!!!
Other random patrons: VOLCANO!!!!
The waiter brings a mountainous shaped cake over to the Dillon table. The top is overflowing with ice cream and there are three sparklers sticking out of the top shooting out sparks. Pure joy.
As Arby stares into the crackling desert in child like wonder, his mind begins to drift towards a fantasy of becoming the top dog around Friday Night Combat.
~ fantasy ~
Arby sits behind the wheel of a Maserati causing down a palm tree lined street towards the Miami sunset. He has an Arizona iced tea in the cup holder and the Friday Night Combat Global Championship belt on the passenger's seat.
WHOOP WHOOP go the sirens of a police car that's been tailing for the past quarter of a mile unbeknownst to champ Arby. Arby pulls the car over. The officer approaches the driver's side.
Officer: License and registration.
Arby grabs the Global Championship belt from the seat and shows it to the officer. The gold reflects off the Officer's aviator sunglasses. Complete awe.
Officer: Well had I known you were the Friday Night Combat Global Champion, I'd have told you to drive faster! Thank you for representing this great state with such class.
~ more fantasy ~
A limousine pulls up to the most exclusive club in ALL OF AMERICA. The door opens up and Arby Dillon walks out with his championship belt around his waist and begins walking the red carpet and taking in all the flashing of the paparazzi cameras. As he approaches the end of the red carpet, he's stopped by a reporter.
Reporter: And here we have Florida Man! Florida Man, what's it feel like to have defeated Crush to become the new Friday Night Combat Global Champion!
Arby: It feels good! It feels damn good!
Arby enters the club but then he's JOLTED back to reality by his friend Perry Poppins who is now holding a camera pointed at Arby who's standing in front of a makeshift green screen. Arby's dressed in the finest suit that the Goodwill had in inventory that day.
Poppins: Come on, Arby you gotta focus! This is your big title match and we gotta put the fear of God into that guy Crush.
Arby: Crush? He ain't nothing! Sure he’s big and mean and he's the Global Champion but he had to beat his brother to win it! Look at all the familiarity he had with his opponent. If anyone knows how to beat you, it's your own brother and vice versa. You put two brothers against each other 10 times and they're going to win five times each! But unfortunately for you, Crush, I aint your brother and I aint as predictable as fighting your brother. I can do things that nobody can expect and that's why I'm here getting a title shot against you in my third ever match! Crush, you want to call me insane but you aint seen what insane is yet! You want insane and I'll give you insane and then before you know it, I'll be cruisin' down the Miami coast with a title belt in my passenger seat. And I'm talking about the FRIDAY NIGHT COMBAT Global Championship! I'm not talking about no "EEE CEE CEE" championship that only you are your brother care about. I bet if you go down there to that big Netflix office and ask, they'll tell you that everyone turns off the show when yall start talking about the ECE because nobody cares about minor league wrestling! This is the big leagues! This is the IIW! This is Friday Night Combat! And after I'm done flying around the ring and hitting you harder than you prepared for, all you'll have left is that ECE belt because the Friday Night Combat Global Championship will be in the hands of FLORIDA MAN!!!
Arby's getting out of breath from talking so fast without breathing in between. Poppins shuts off the camera.
Poppins: That's some passion right there, Arby!
Arby: Hell yeah, brother!
Arby and Poppins high-five. Poppin's expression then changes from happiness to one that's more serious.
Poppins: So, Arby... I talked to Ralphie this morning.
Arby: Oh yeah? How's he feeling?
Poppins: He's okay... but the hospital is saying he needs to pay them ten-thousand dollars for a surgery he needs.
Arby: Ten thousand dollars?! They're just gonna let him suffer like that because he cant pay 'em?
Poppins: That's what it sounds like. Remember those masks?
Arby: The El Landerson masks?
Poppins: Yeah.. the El Landerson masks. We can still get those and we can still sell them to get Ralphie the money he needs to get out of that hospital. What do you think?
Arby is quiet for a moment as the wheels are spinning in his head. A light bulb pops up.
Arby: Wait... I just have to win the Global Champion and I'll start bringing in the big bucks! We don't need to sell those masks. I'll pay for Ralphie's treatment and get him outta there once I beat Crush and win that belt!
Poppins: Arby, that's really admirable. You gotta win this match, Florida Man!!
Arby: Florida MANNNN!!!!
Arby closes his eyes and starts to day dream again.
~ fantasy ~
Arby wakes up in a large circular bed that's on a spinning platform. The room is drenched in gaudy gold coloring and purple velvet. Arby gets out of the bed and grabs the Global Championship off of the nightstand. He walks over to a gold framed mirror and admires his reflection with the belt over his shoulder.
Arby: Florida MANNNN!!!
Arby is once again jolted to reality when he wakes up in his regular non-luxurious bed by his cell phone ringing. He sees that it's Poppins and answers.
Arby: Hey Poppins, what's shakin'?
Poppins: Um... Arby. I was just looking at the website for the IIW.
Arby: Okay?
Poppins: I hate to break this to you... but you know how you're facing the champion, Crush?
Arby: Yeah. I'm gonna whoop his ass real good and take that title from him and start making some real money in this industry.
Poppins: Arby.... it's a non-title match.
Arby: Aww son of a bitch.
