Post by Ravager on Nov 12, 2005 13:12:33 GMT -5
We see an extreme closeup of Bill Fleming. What's odd is he has duct tape across his mouth. Oh, and he's upside down. The camera pans back to show Fleming is hanging from a ceiling fan, suspended by his ankles. We are in a hotel room. There is a lot of creaking from the ceiling.
Ravager: (off camera) You know, I've had so many people getting in my face this weekend, I almost took my eyes off the real prize. Static. I almost forgot about you. Now, you and Bill here have been very annoying these past few weeks. You've made me look very bad.
Ravager steps into frame. He gives Fleming a push, causing him to sway back and forth. Fleming gives muffled screams as the ceiling creaks.
Ravager: Have I done more talk than action? Maybe. But that's all changed now.
Gives Fleming another, harder push. Fleming is swinging back and forth like a pendulum.
Ravager: Easy there Bill. This won't take long. I left a note for Static. He should be here any minute. I really want him to see this.
Fleming continues to scream.
Ravager: Now I know many of you are thinking, why not just beat up Fleming and Static? Well in the case of Bill here... Been there, done that. It's not fun anymore. Okay, not as fun... And Static. I want you to be at your best Monday night. I don't want any excuses. When we get in the ring, and I plant your head in the mat, I want the last thing going through that addled little mind of yours to be "well, I lost this match fair and square".
A car's screeching brakes are heard outside.
Ravager: Sounds like your friend is here Bill. Now, you be sure to tell him not to get his hopes up for Monday Night. He's not going to be dealing with the same opponent he had on Thursday.
Ravager gives Fleming one more good push before exiting through the window, and down the fire escape. A moment later, Static bursts through the door.
Static: Ravager?
Fleming nods sadly. The ceiling fan finally breaks under his weight, and crashes to the floor.
Static: That's no way to treat the Mayor! He has no respect for our public officials!
Static rips the tape from Fleming's mouth.
Fleming: Don't rip off the tape!
Static: Time is of the essence your honor, we might still be able to catch Ravager.
Static goes about untying Fleming. They exit the room. The camera follows as they go to Static's car.
Fleming: It was awful, he kept me in the trunk of his car for God knows how long. It was dark and horrible. Then he brought me here!
Static: Don't worry Mr. Mayor. These are the actions of a frightened man. I'll never let anyone treat you like that again.
Fleming: Thank you.
Static opens the trunk of his car. Tosses Fleming in.
Static: There's a flashlight and the new Time magazine in there. I'll stop for drive through on the way.
Fleming: Thank (cut off as Static slams the trunk)
Static: (muttering as he gets into his car) Ravager thinks he can treat the Mayor like an animal.
Static mutters some more as he slams the car into reverse and goes off into the street, causing every other car to swerve out of his way. He makes a huge U-Turn, then goes off into the night.
With permission from Static.
Ravager: (off camera) You know, I've had so many people getting in my face this weekend, I almost took my eyes off the real prize. Static. I almost forgot about you. Now, you and Bill here have been very annoying these past few weeks. You've made me look very bad.
Ravager steps into frame. He gives Fleming a push, causing him to sway back and forth. Fleming gives muffled screams as the ceiling creaks.
Ravager: Have I done more talk than action? Maybe. But that's all changed now.
Gives Fleming another, harder push. Fleming is swinging back and forth like a pendulum.
Ravager: Easy there Bill. This won't take long. I left a note for Static. He should be here any minute. I really want him to see this.
Fleming continues to scream.
Ravager: Now I know many of you are thinking, why not just beat up Fleming and Static? Well in the case of Bill here... Been there, done that. It's not fun anymore. Okay, not as fun... And Static. I want you to be at your best Monday night. I don't want any excuses. When we get in the ring, and I plant your head in the mat, I want the last thing going through that addled little mind of yours to be "well, I lost this match fair and square".
A car's screeching brakes are heard outside.
Ravager: Sounds like your friend is here Bill. Now, you be sure to tell him not to get his hopes up for Monday Night. He's not going to be dealing with the same opponent he had on Thursday.
Ravager gives Fleming one more good push before exiting through the window, and down the fire escape. A moment later, Static bursts through the door.
Static: Ravager?
Fleming nods sadly. The ceiling fan finally breaks under his weight, and crashes to the floor.
Static: That's no way to treat the Mayor! He has no respect for our public officials!
Static rips the tape from Fleming's mouth.
Fleming: Don't rip off the tape!
Static: Time is of the essence your honor, we might still be able to catch Ravager.
Static goes about untying Fleming. They exit the room. The camera follows as they go to Static's car.
Fleming: It was awful, he kept me in the trunk of his car for God knows how long. It was dark and horrible. Then he brought me here!
Static: Don't worry Mr. Mayor. These are the actions of a frightened man. I'll never let anyone treat you like that again.
Fleming: Thank you.
Static opens the trunk of his car. Tosses Fleming in.
Static: There's a flashlight and the new Time magazine in there. I'll stop for drive through on the way.
Fleming: Thank (cut off as Static slams the trunk)
Static: (muttering as he gets into his car) Ravager thinks he can treat the Mayor like an animal.
Static mutters some more as he slams the car into reverse and goes off into the street, causing every other car to swerve out of his way. He makes a huge U-Turn, then goes off into the night.
With permission from Static.