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Post by theminstrel on Dec 10, 2005 17:08:03 GMT -5
[His office as usual, the bookcases are massive in this extra-wide, extra-tall room. His desk is cleaned off except for a bottle of liquor and a glass with ice in it, which is rather weird since he usually leaves it as kind of a mess. There is no one else in the room, just a bunch of empty seats]
[He drops the putter and hits the ground with a small thud, the impact is absorbed by the carpet. He keeps his arms over his head and the smile on his face is wide as could be, this man is absolutely eccentric]
[Finally his arms fall as he looks to the camera]
Trapier: Ah, the thrill of victory, something I know all too well.
[He struts back to his desk, his back is turned to us]
Trapier: Well, the Jokeman’s opponent… THE Immortal.
[Even with his back turned we know the man is smirking as that was oozing with sarcasm. He is starting to pour himself a drink]
Trapier: That is something I’m afraid you won’t be experiencing, my friend. I mean when you criticize a drunk Jack, for a minor detail such as that… Then you yourself go off like the Jokeman said all those things when in fact it was Jack. Not very focused or perceptive on your part and in the wrestling business I believe you need to be.
[He waves his finger back and forth]
Trapier: Speaking of Jack, I need to find out what the hell happened that made him freak out.
[He shrugs]
Trapier: That’s neither here nor there though… And I’m glad you’re just looking to survive, my friend. That attitude is just fine if you don’t mind coming out on the losing end of things… You see, you’ve shown that you lack the killer instinct here and that’s going to help you here about as much as being able to play the guitar.
[He chuckles a bit to himself as he takes a sip. He places the drink down and lifts himself up so he can sit on the desk]
Trapier: And as for your supposed mental advantage…
[He giggles uncontrollably after saying this, after a second he regains his composure, wiping a tear from his eye]
Trapier: You need to understand that just because a guy is “off-his-rocker” doesn’t mean he’s not capable of being a genius. That line is blurred my friend, inside every genius there’s a madman and inside every madman there’s a genius… So the next time you think…
[He is struggling to keep composure again]
Trapier: You have a mental advantage walk up a mirror and smack yourself because everybody else smacking sense into you doesn’t seem to be doing crap for your mental state, maybe things will be different if you do it.
[He picks up his drink again and takes a drink, he shivers after swallowing. His eyes are slightly watered as well, after this drink]
Trapier: A falls count anywhere match, you do realize how unpredictable those can be. About as unpredictable as it gets. And you don’t think the Jokeman, the single most unpredictable force in the NAPW, won’t have something special planned to ensure a win.
[He smirks arrogantly, this man just reeks of snobbishness]
Trapier: I think you may need to go back to the mirror on that one.
[Suddenly the doors fly open and in runs Jack. He has a green army jacket on along with grey sweatpants. He appears to be out of breath and his boots are tracking water onto the carpet]
Trapier(off-screen): What the hell, man?
[Jack grabs the nearest seat he can sits down]
Jack(panting): I… got… a call… from…
[He takes one more deep breath and composes himself]
Jack: The doctor warning me about our funny friend.
[The camera pans back to Trapier, who sits on the edge of the desk]
Jack: He said given the past, his volatile mental state, and the time of year… He may become seriously dangerous.
Trapier: He’s always been dangerous, tell me something I don’t know.
[We pan back to Jack now leaning forward in the chair, to try to explain himself]
Jack: Yeah, he’s always been dangerous, but he meant like unstable. Like me and you can guide him now, I mean occasionally he break a boundary we set, but for the most part we keep him check. He said that this may get worse beyond our control.
I mean think about it, we know what happened to him… Its not out of the ream of possibility that he snaps completely, hell I would if that were me and my past. We need to curtail him a little bit.
[Panning back to Trapier, who takes a nice long drink. The air around him is much more relaxed and calm then Jack, who seems to be in a state of panic. There again, when you are Marcus Trapier there isn’t much you have to worry about]
Trapier: It’s all psychobabble, my friend. He’s simply looking to squeeze some money out of us and that’s not going to happen…
Jack(off-screen): Our friend…
[Marcus stands up from the desk forcefully]
Trapier: Is a genius, a dangerous genius. But he needs us and that will keep him from exploding like he’s warning us that he might. He can paint this canvas whatever color he wants and we will keep him just inside the lines…
[Marcus rolls his shoulders back and cracks his neck. He needs to return to his level state, getting worked up is not in the cards for this man]
Jack(off-screen): You really think we can.
[Marcus grins as we go to a close-up]
Trapier: My friend, I guarantee it.
[Cut out]
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