Post by brion on Nov 27, 2005 14:14:52 GMT -5
before......
Jack Benton is kneeling outside the room that currently houses patient #10744, aka Misery, and quietly opens the slot at the bottom of the door. Benton has the look of a Greek God with short blond hair, perfect white teeth, big muscles and a faded tan. His forehead is covered in sweat as he whispers...
Benton - Misery?
We hear a shuffling from inside the room and Benton looks around to make sure he's not being watched. The fluorescent lights overhead flicker casting odd shadows everywhere.
Benton - I looked at your file. I know who you are. I know your real name, where you came from, and why they stuck you here. I know it all.
Voice from inside the room - (pleading) Will you help me?
Benton - (smiles) Oh yes...I'll help you.
Benton reaches inside his pants pocket and pulls out a huge set of keys.
Benton - There's an old dump, behind the Hospital. It's been closed for years. Go hide there and I'll bring you everything you need.
Voice from inside the room - God told me you would come.
Benton - Yeah...I'm sure he did.
Benton stands up and places a key into the slot. At the same time he pulls a gun out from his waistband.
Benton - Here I come...
Benton unlocks the door....
now....
:inside the kingdom of rats, the lord of pain rules over all. a light rain falls on this frigid november night as misery stands in the middle of his domain. he's surrounded by half a dozen of his followers, all wearing the face of misery. misery looks at each of them and balls his hands up.:
misery - begin....
:one of his followers rush him and almost gets beheaded with a brutal clothesline that sends him sprawling into the muck. another follower, this one with a shovel charges at misery and takes a big boot to the face that drops him like a bad habit. misery reaches down, picks up the dropped shovel and cracks it across the head of a third followers who tries to pearl harbor him. the last three followers circle their master like a pack of dogs.:
misery - come children, let me see your worth.
:two followers charge misery at once. one takes a shovel shot into his ribs and we hear bones break. the other man leaps at misery but the big man drops down and his assailant flies over and lands in a pool of murky muddy water. misery spins around and brings the shovel down hard across the poor bastards back. misery turns to face the last of his followers but the man quickly drops to his knees begging off.:
misery - you six...are not worthy of misery.
:misery tosses the shovel aside and from the darkness a horde of followers attack the six men. they hold them down and batter them with punches and kicks as the men cry for mercy. we catch a glimpse of the masks the six men wear being torn off their faces.:
misery - such a waste, but sometimes i need to purge the flock of it's weak and those men. were weak. now they will be cast out from my kingdom denied forever of my embrace.
:we see the six men, all now without the masks of misery being dragged from the clearing.:
misery - this children is how misery works out. i have no desire to try to impress you sheep by bench pressing weight. what does that accomplish? aside from making you a cliche. no, i train the only way i know how. through battle. once i was cast down by the beautiful people i had to learn how to survive on my own. and now? now i am lord and master of this kingdom of rats you see around me. my followers increase by the day and soon...soon i'll add two more to my family. cook and his whore monica.
:a tongue slithers out of the mask and makes an obscene gesture for the benefit of the camera.:
misery - cook has yet to utter a word. maybe he's in a witness protection program hoping that one day i won't come knocking at his door. maybe he found his true calling and is off working at some pizza hut downtown. perhaps he's having trouble pleasing his whore and she left him. don't worry cook, i'll take care of her.
:misery stalks away from his battle ground and plops himself down in his throne.:
misery - i find it terribly disappointing that at the biggest show in napw history i have to waste time with young cook. i find that it's more than obvious that this company doesn't want me to face their so called top stars. what, i wonder will they say after i break the body and soul of their favorite son cook? maybe they'll award me with a match against someone of my caliber. someone who isn't afraid...to bleed a little. cook, you insignificant little boy, i suggest you grow a pair and find me. come to my lair and face me. face your destiny...face misery.
:misery waves us away and we fade to black.: