Post by theminstrel on Dec 4, 2005 16:51:16 GMT -5
[Flashing lights in the background. The red and blue illuminate the drenched building as the rain pours down, cleansing the walls of the filth that covers them. As we pan down we see this alley way for what it is, an above ground gutter. Trahs lies everywhere, a couple of rats scurry across the ground. The sirens can be heard in the distance]
[We see something with the camera that resembles a human leg, we slowly approach it. The sirens are getting louder and louder, and our hearts are racing faster and faster. The rain is steadily drenching everything as it clanks on the trashcan lids]
[Its is a human. A man visibly beaten... He is familar and finally we place him to the other day, Little Stevie, the guy who was ratting on Trapier to someone. His suit is torn in several places and he has blood running from his nose, he's breathing, but he doesn't appear to be concious]
[The most disturbing thing of all is that there is a little balloon animal sitting on his lap. A laughter echoes through the alley as our cameraman jumps back startled. We hear it repeatedly as we cut away]
[There's a thumping sound as we fade in that belong to Marcus Trapier's two feet as he pounds away on his treadmill. He stares up at a monitor as he jogs at fairly fast pace, he wears a light blue t-shirt and black basketball shorts. The shirt is covered with quite a bit of sweat at the moment, which continues to flow from his dark hair down]
[His eyes shift as does the camera to see a man in a dark green suit enter the room. This man has short brown hair and is fairly large in terms of weight]
Trapier: Charlie, whats up?
[Trapier smiles at the man as he pushes some buttons to slow the pace down as he talks with the man]
Charlie: Well boss, Stevie's taken care of and we redirected the rooks to another location.
[Trapier nods]
Trapier: Good, did the Jokeman did anything over the top?
[Charlie chuckles]
Charlie: He added a little bit of his flavor, but nothing like last time.
[Trapier shares the chuckle as he responds]
Trapier: Yeah, alright then, maybe he isn't completely cooky after all.
[Charlie shrugs in response, with a grin]
Charlie: Well I don't know about that boss
[Trapier grabs his water and takes a swig, then turns his attention back towards Charlie]
Trapier: Is there anything else?
[Trapier obviously doesn't want to be having a full-fledged conversation with Charlie]
Charlie: Yep, I'll be on my way.
Trapier: Thank you.
[Charlie walks out and we turn our attention back towards Trapier, who wipes his face with a towel. He places it back down and hits us with that trademark smile, so much charm and charisma in that grin]
Traper: Well, well, well the Jokeman continues to impress, even me. And needless to say folks, I am not easily impressed.
[He pushes a button and the treadmill stops he begins to walk off and around to us]
Trapier: And this week will serve as a showcase of just how much of a lunatic this man is, against an opponent who may not even be prepared or suited to enter the ring. Frankly I feel bad for the guy, I really do, and I also admire his guts... But that will only get you so far in this life and against the Jokeman an injury will get you no compassion... Just further, more severe injuries.
[He sips his water as he walks past us and onto a workout bench, where he takes a breather]
Trapier: Technique, not only do you face further injury, but embarassment, the guy is going to look to dominate in ways people can't imagine. He's going to make spectical of your defeat and send a message to the NAPW and the world. And he'll deliver it with a smile.
Trapier: You think he's a joke because he's wearing a mask? Boy, you need to stop kidding yourself and use whatever little piece of crap you have between your ears and realize this guy isn't a running gag. What he does is in no way funny, its frightening!
[He shakes his head and takes a heavy breath]
Trapier: Well its funny to him... And thats the most disturbing part.
[Marcus reaches onto each side of him and grabs free weights, he leans back and lifts them above him. He's silent as he does so, feeling that those words should linger in our minds... Until Monday]
[Cut transmission]
[We see something with the camera that resembles a human leg, we slowly approach it. The sirens are getting louder and louder, and our hearts are racing faster and faster. The rain is steadily drenching everything as it clanks on the trashcan lids]
[Its is a human. A man visibly beaten... He is familar and finally we place him to the other day, Little Stevie, the guy who was ratting on Trapier to someone. His suit is torn in several places and he has blood running from his nose, he's breathing, but he doesn't appear to be concious]
[The most disturbing thing of all is that there is a little balloon animal sitting on his lap. A laughter echoes through the alley as our cameraman jumps back startled. We hear it repeatedly as we cut away]
[There's a thumping sound as we fade in that belong to Marcus Trapier's two feet as he pounds away on his treadmill. He stares up at a monitor as he jogs at fairly fast pace, he wears a light blue t-shirt and black basketball shorts. The shirt is covered with quite a bit of sweat at the moment, which continues to flow from his dark hair down]
[His eyes shift as does the camera to see a man in a dark green suit enter the room. This man has short brown hair and is fairly large in terms of weight]
Trapier: Charlie, whats up?
[Trapier smiles at the man as he pushes some buttons to slow the pace down as he talks with the man]
Charlie: Well boss, Stevie's taken care of and we redirected the rooks to another location.
[Trapier nods]
Trapier: Good, did the Jokeman did anything over the top?
[Charlie chuckles]
Charlie: He added a little bit of his flavor, but nothing like last time.
[Trapier shares the chuckle as he responds]
Trapier: Yeah, alright then, maybe he isn't completely cooky after all.
[Charlie shrugs in response, with a grin]
Charlie: Well I don't know about that boss
[Trapier grabs his water and takes a swig, then turns his attention back towards Charlie]
Trapier: Is there anything else?
[Trapier obviously doesn't want to be having a full-fledged conversation with Charlie]
Charlie: Yep, I'll be on my way.
Trapier: Thank you.
[Charlie walks out and we turn our attention back towards Trapier, who wipes his face with a towel. He places it back down and hits us with that trademark smile, so much charm and charisma in that grin]
Traper: Well, well, well the Jokeman continues to impress, even me. And needless to say folks, I am not easily impressed.
[He pushes a button and the treadmill stops he begins to walk off and around to us]
Trapier: And this week will serve as a showcase of just how much of a lunatic this man is, against an opponent who may not even be prepared or suited to enter the ring. Frankly I feel bad for the guy, I really do, and I also admire his guts... But that will only get you so far in this life and against the Jokeman an injury will get you no compassion... Just further, more severe injuries.
[He sips his water as he walks past us and onto a workout bench, where he takes a breather]
Trapier: Technique, not only do you face further injury, but embarassment, the guy is going to look to dominate in ways people can't imagine. He's going to make spectical of your defeat and send a message to the NAPW and the world. And he'll deliver it with a smile.
Trapier: You think he's a joke because he's wearing a mask? Boy, you need to stop kidding yourself and use whatever little piece of crap you have between your ears and realize this guy isn't a running gag. What he does is in no way funny, its frightening!
[He shakes his head and takes a heavy breath]
Trapier: Well its funny to him... And thats the most disturbing part.
[Marcus reaches onto each side of him and grabs free weights, he leans back and lifts them above him. He's silent as he does so, feeling that those words should linger in our minds... Until Monday]
[Cut transmission]