Post by theminstrel on Dec 9, 2005 15:32:32 GMT -5
[We cut away, only to open up inside the Church, we focus on three men sitting in a pew. Marcus Trapier is his usual flamboyant self wearing a dark green tux with a purple silk shirt and tie underneath. Charlie McDonough, the larger of the McDonough cousins, sits on his right wearing a formal black tux. The blonde-haired Nicky McDonough is wearing a white suit/pants combo]
[The bridesmaids dressed in deep pink/red dresses stand across from the groomsmen in their black tuxes. The only one missing his counterpart is the groom, a fairly big man in terms of muscle structure or so it would appear. His dark hair is slicked back as he stands waiting]
Trapier: I hear its open bar, boys.
[Marcus whispers as we continue our view of the beautiful altar with arches painted gold yellow and a wonderful flower arrangement in back of the priest on each side of the altar]
Nicky: Like you don’t have the money, Marcus.
[There is a bit of chuckling]
Trapier: Not when its on Sal, I don’t need it.
[The organ plays as everyone in the Church turns around and to watch the bride walk in. She wears a white dress that looks like it quite expensive based on the style and trimmings that came with it. Aside from her slightly big nose this girl is very good looking. Her brown hair is all done up under the vale]
[More important though is the man who walks in with her; her father, Salvatore Vitale. Salvatore looks to be in his fifties, he’s got dark hair with more then a few streaks of grey, which is slicked back. His face is stern as he walks down even on this joyous occasion]
[CRASH!]
[Through the wooden doors of the Church as the bride and father were half-way down the aisle bursts a group of police officers and one man wearing a brown trenchcoat, presumably a detective]
Sal: What the hell is this?
[The detective takes out a piece of paper]
Detective: Salvatore Vitale, I’ve granted a warrant for your arrest under suspicion of conspiracy of murder, racketeering, and extortion.
[The detective smiles, as a hush falls over the crowd. Salvatore turns towards his daughter and gives her a kiss on the head. Her eyes well up with tears as the crowd begins to get wild and yell quite a bit. Sal wishes something in her ear and she nods, then continues down the aisle without him]
Trapier: Well this can’t be good for the open bar.
[He says chuckling almost maniacally, which goes unnoticed because of the uproar, but we hear his cackle]
[Sal walks towards the detective silently not wanting to make this harder then it has to be at the moment… He doesn’t want to ruin this day further for his daughter]
[Cut away]
[The same stairway we focused in on to begin with now has a dusting of snow as the police walk out with Salvatore in cuffs. The snow marks his white suit as he’s lead out to a cop car]
Man: I guess he’s the one getting the ball and chain.
[The voice is dubbed over so its indiscernible, we begin to understand as the voice is undone so the laughter can continue in its natural form. It comes like rain during a thunderstorm, powerfully and unforgiving.]
[We turn away as the police cars begin to drive off. An orange top hat is tossed to the passenger’s seat, followed by a pair of wide-rimmed glasses… And a whoopee cushion as well]
[The laughter continues]
[Cut away]
Voice: He always was a vicious bastard.
Jack: The funny guy has changed the whole dynamic of everything… And it seems like every time he laughs the whole landscape shifts, its like a damn earthquake.
[He shakes to imitate the earthquake, Jack’s a little off right now we can tell as he grins]
Jack: This week he takes on the second half of the tag team, the man they call Immortal.
[He smirks at this and rolls his eyes]
Jack: Immortal… For a man with that name and that size, you think intimidation would be a strong weapon, don’t you?
[He takes a swig from the bottle and spreads his arms open]
Jack: Well, frankly my friend, I’m not intimidated in the slightest! Not even a little bit. And if you can’t strike fear into the heart of a man who’s half crazy… How do you expect to strike fear into the heart of a man who’s completely off his rocker?
[He after a little stumble continues walking again]
Jack: T he answer is simple… You can’t. So there goes your mental edge, my friend. There goes half the fight out the window right there because I know the funny guy is in your mind…
Who is he? Where is he? What’s he going to do next? Does he prefer paper or plastic?
[He smiles as he looks at his bottle wrapped in brown paper]
Jack: We know what I like.
[He chuckles]
Jack: So then you’ll probably come back at me with the idea that you’re big and bad or whatever jive you might spin to make it sound not every other Joe Schmoo out there… Well, once again I have bad news for you.
No matter how strong you are, no matter how hardcore you are… This man will match you, top you, and laugh about it.
[He stops walking and leans against the wall of a building]
Jack: The chaos that is a falls count anywhere match, play right into his hands, and I assure you he’s got something up his sleeve that you just can’t account for… Ask your tag team partner, he knows.
[He goes to take another drink from the bottle… but]
[RING!]
[RING!]
Jack: Where is that damn thing…
[He mumbles as hits his pockets, he reaches into one and pulls out his cell]
[RING!]
Jack: Hello?... Hey, I’m guessing you got my message… Yeah… Ok… Are you serious?... Ok Doc, I’ll be in touch… Bye…
[He clicks the phone shut and takes a deep breath that releases into the air, he looks at the bottle and takes one more drink then drops, we hear it shatter. He closes his eyes then after another moment, he opens the phone again]
[Cut away]