Post by Thomas Young on Mar 18, 2007 22:44:53 GMT -5
We open up to the cemetery. The rain has subsided, lighting flashes periodically...Thomas Young, Prince Darko and Mr. B are walking away from the graves. They reach an old abandoned shack where a grave keeper calls home
Old Grave Keeper What brings you men here?
His voice is creaky like an old door, or, bad brakes on a car.
Mr. B We had seen the shed from a far, and, were curious.
Old Grave Keeper Well, judging by the shape of you Prince Darko and you Thomas. You two are wrestlers. How do I know your names? I know all, and yet I know not enough.
Prince Darko Well…
Old Grave Keeper You need weapons for Tuesday. By taking a quick glance in my shed you can tell I do carry artillery.
Thomas Young Yes, so can we?
Old Grave Keeper Yes you may. Thomas take this.
The old man hands Thomas a shovel.
Old Grave Keeper Prince Darko, you may take this.
The old man hands the Prince a coil of barb wire.
Old Grave Keeper Mr. B. Not that you may fall into altercations, but, if worst comes to worst, here.
He hands Mr. B a small brown bag.
Mr. B goes to look inside the bag.
Old Grave Keeper No, not yet. Open it on Tuesday, that’s where it will be most effective.
Mr. B Thank you, we are forever grateful for these gifts. And I will respect your wishes, I will not look in the bag until Tuesday.
Old Grave Keeper Welcome I am. And I know you will wait.
The depart from the shed, hiking through the cemetery.
Thomas Young Cowboys, you’ve had your time to answer us. You had more than enough. The choice wasn’t that of a complex task. Two choices were handed to you, you, had full advantage of your fate. We, broke the rules for you, we saw something special in the two of you. We were willing to be your beneficiaries, by not writing out your fate. Putting it in your hands. You two failed to do that. The repercussions will be dire.
Prince Darko Very dire. Life will forever down ward spiral from here on out. Life will be a shroud of darkness. You will be deaf, dumb and blind to all around you. You’ll watch yourselves slip through the cracks of society. You’ll be erased away from this time period, slowly and painfully. Your ability to think and act on your own will slowly dissipate from your grasps. It will evaporate from the cup of life. Leaving you to dehydrate all by yourselves.
Thomas Young Martyr, it’s over. I’m no longer intimidated by you or the person that wields your puppeteer strings. I led my life like the Cowboys for too long. Yes, I am a god, and yes I too had a weakness. I was scared of you, I did, put on a fake façade. I had to look strong, I had to have courage. I couldn’t let it be obvious, you would exploit it. Well, secrete is out of the bag and there is nothing you can do to manipulate it. The time is drawing near. The deadline is near, and you are rendered helpless. I’m going to stand over you supreme. I’ll look you in the eyes, I’ll destroy you. I’ll leave my fear in that ring. I let that fear find a new body, a new mind, a new soul to corrupt. It will be you. Fate won’t be the only thing that will eat you. Fear will eat at you. You’ll try to fight it, you’ll continue fighting it. You won’t win. You’ll lose the battle to both Fate and Fear. You’ll be trapped. Pin nor submission will aid you in this fight. This will go further then a simple tag match. No, this will go deeper. The ring will empty, it will be just you. Just you being dominated by Fate and Fear. You’ll continue fighting it. You won’t win. You’ll lose the battle to both Fate and Fear. Forever trapped in you.
That horrific picture of Sebastian Martyr stains the screen. As the promo fades.