Post by theminstrel on Jan 7, 2006 16:48:48 GMT -5
[We fade in on a woman that we have not seen before, she has brown hair with blonde highlights and appears to be about five foot six roughly. She wears a white sweater and a pair of tight jeans. She is very good looking, despite the stern look on her face. She has a certain natural beauty about her]
[Panning out we find her sitting in a chair at the desk of a man, that is the complete opposite of her. He wears a brown hat and trenchcoat and is smoking a cigar. His facial hair is stubbly and unkept]
Man: So you want to find out how this happened?
[She nods]
Woman: Yes, I want to find out what happened to my brother.
[We pan back to the man, who removes the cigar from his mouth]
Man: And you’re sure there’s no way this guy just went kooky on his own?
[She becomes slightly aggressive here even slamming her fist down on the table]
Woman: The man has been sane all his life, this doesn’t just happen.
[The man calmly puts the cigar back into his mouth and takes a puff. He then removes it again, leaning forward, he pushes a paper towards her]
Man: Ok, Miss Hordem, please fill out all this information about your brother and the last time you saw him. Anything you know…
[Cut away]
MEANWHILE…
[Fade in on Marcus Trapier dressed in a purple collared shirt and a pair of black slacks sitting the backseat of his limo. In the cup holder next to him sits a glass with brown liquid and ice, Jack Daniels is what we presume it to be. His long slick black hair is slicked back. He appears confident and calm, as always in his conversation on his cell phone]
Trapier: Listen, my friend, it will be as easy a transaction as cashing in your chips.
[He chuckles a bit]
Trapier: Yes, precisely, my friend. Listen, is there any chance we could meet up later in the week to finalize some things?
[He nods, with a gleaming look in his eyes, as though he knows he has this man in the palm of his hand]
Trapier: Next week, great. Alright we’ll be in touch.
[He clicks his cell phone shut and leans back in his seat to relax. He picks up his the glass, filled with what he refers to as “man’s best friend”, and sips on it]
Trapier: So little, baby Ravager had one of his stipulations taken away because he had no back up… It’s a shame, a damn shame.
[He grins as he puts the glass back down into the cupholder]
Trapier: Now you won’t have an excuse for why you’re going to lose, you can’t say that "so and so did this" or "there was another man in match". It’s just you and the man who’s driving you absolutely mad. The man laughing in your ear, the man who pinned your shoulders to the mat and the man, who will once again be victorious come Monday Night Fights.
[He stretches out his arms and puts them behind his head, as he puts his feet up as well]
Trapier: See as much as you make a point out of beating people up backstage or a bar or wherever, the Minstrel makes a point out of winning. Out of making a fool of people like you, that’s what drives our Provincial Champion.
[He smirks once more showing those pearly white teeth as he mocks the former champion]
Trapier: You think because you make a point out of proving you can wrestle means that you will win a pure wrestling match?
[He chuckles whole heartedly at this one, its almost a Santa Claus laugh]
Trapier: Nobody gets to wrestle in this promotion without knowing how to, you jackass, well aside from maybe the Predator, but that’s a story for another day… Or for Chris Casino.
[Winks at the camera as a nod to his associate… Or whatever has been going on behind the scenes]
Trapier: The man has proven superior to you once already, he’s taken your gold and he’s taking your sanity. Now he’s going to take that last slice of dignity you have…
[He closes his pointer and thumb until they are a fraction apart]
Trapier: That’s his motivation, my friend. This man’s life is built around destroying what other people hold most dear then leaving them in rubble, much how his life was left. Now he’s got another chance, don’t think he’s not going to roll the dice without having them loaded… You've been warned.
[He gives the camera a sly look, but then is startled as the limo door opens and Marcus is somewhat startled, then relieved as in walks Nicky and Charlie McDonough]
Nicky: Marcus, how’s it going?
[The two men shake in as Nicky takes the side seat to Marcus’s right and Charlie enters]
Trapier: Fairly well, Nicky. How about you, Charlie boy?
[Charlie takes the side seat on the right of Marcus]
Charlie: Actually really well, Marcus. We just figured, tonight we’d go out and celebrate on our most recent success. This partnerships has proved fruitful beyond our wildest dreams.
[Marcus smirks and nods]
-It’s about to be more so for me, my friends-
Trapier: I must admit, it has gone beyond my expectations. So what’s on the agenda for tonight to celebrate?
Nicky: Well, we were thinking a meal and a little bit of a party.
[Marcus nods his approval taking another sip of his Jack]
Trapier: It’s a shame, I would’ve invited the lady-friend along.
[Charlie and Nicky both chuckle]
Nicky: I think you would’ve regretted that, if you catch my drift.
[Marcus smiles widely]
Trapier: I love the Irish.
[Cut away]
MEANWHILE…
[Fade in on the center of Jack’s apartment, he sits there with a laptop computer in front of him, but he is leaning back away from it. He currently holds his cordless phone in his hand. He sits there wearing a plain white t-shirt on and a pair of shorts. His greasy hair actually lies straight, we assume because the dirt has over-powered any amount of wave it might’ve had]
[The apartment itself hasn’t improved much from the last time we were in it. Tons of filth and empty bottles everywhere, magazines and files scattered about. Hell, we could almost swear that was the same bottle of beer that Jack was drinking last time, if we didn’t know him better of course]
Jack: (BLEEP!)
[Slamming the phone against the wall in frustration, he grins his yellow teeth together, until you can almost see the dust leaving his mouth. He looks up, frustration evident in his eyes]
Jack: Trapier never picks up his phone, I don’t understand why he has the damn thing!
[He sits back in frustration running his hands through his hair]
Jack: I don’t think he realizes how big of a mess, he’s putting us all in.
[Suddenly from just outside the kitchen walks a shadowy figure, he stands in the walkway between the kitchen and the living room. Based on his shape and his green suit, we can tell it’s the Minstrel, his face as always remains hidden]
Minstrel: Be easy, my friend. A call that’s unheard is usually unwanted.
[He chuckles as Jack shakes his head]
Jack: You don’t understand, he’s not just screwing me, but you too. His little connection has no bearing in your match this week, it’s of no help to you.
[Suddenly all laughter is lost from his voice]
Minstrel: What connection?
[Jack’s eyes widen in shock, realizing he had a slip]
Jack: Uh… Um…. Uh…
[Walking slightly closer, his voice grows more serious]
Minstrel: What connection?
Jack: He’s in talks with… Uh… Casino.
[The Minstrel stops to chuckle a bit as Jack’s eyes go wild]
[Cut away]
[Panning out we find her sitting in a chair at the desk of a man, that is the complete opposite of her. He wears a brown hat and trenchcoat and is smoking a cigar. His facial hair is stubbly and unkept]
Man: So you want to find out how this happened?
[She nods]
Woman: Yes, I want to find out what happened to my brother.
[We pan back to the man, who removes the cigar from his mouth]
Man: And you’re sure there’s no way this guy just went kooky on his own?
[She becomes slightly aggressive here even slamming her fist down on the table]
Woman: The man has been sane all his life, this doesn’t just happen.
[The man calmly puts the cigar back into his mouth and takes a puff. He then removes it again, leaning forward, he pushes a paper towards her]
Man: Ok, Miss Hordem, please fill out all this information about your brother and the last time you saw him. Anything you know…
[Cut away]
MEANWHILE…
[Fade in on Marcus Trapier dressed in a purple collared shirt and a pair of black slacks sitting the backseat of his limo. In the cup holder next to him sits a glass with brown liquid and ice, Jack Daniels is what we presume it to be. His long slick black hair is slicked back. He appears confident and calm, as always in his conversation on his cell phone]
Trapier: Listen, my friend, it will be as easy a transaction as cashing in your chips.
[He chuckles a bit]
Trapier: Yes, precisely, my friend. Listen, is there any chance we could meet up later in the week to finalize some things?
[He nods, with a gleaming look in his eyes, as though he knows he has this man in the palm of his hand]
Trapier: Next week, great. Alright we’ll be in touch.
[He clicks his cell phone shut and leans back in his seat to relax. He picks up his the glass, filled with what he refers to as “man’s best friend”, and sips on it]
Trapier: So little, baby Ravager had one of his stipulations taken away because he had no back up… It’s a shame, a damn shame.
[He grins as he puts the glass back down into the cupholder]
Trapier: Now you won’t have an excuse for why you’re going to lose, you can’t say that "so and so did this" or "there was another man in match". It’s just you and the man who’s driving you absolutely mad. The man laughing in your ear, the man who pinned your shoulders to the mat and the man, who will once again be victorious come Monday Night Fights.
[He stretches out his arms and puts them behind his head, as he puts his feet up as well]
Trapier: See as much as you make a point out of beating people up backstage or a bar or wherever, the Minstrel makes a point out of winning. Out of making a fool of people like you, that’s what drives our Provincial Champion.
[He smirks once more showing those pearly white teeth as he mocks the former champion]
Trapier: You think because you make a point out of proving you can wrestle means that you will win a pure wrestling match?
[He chuckles whole heartedly at this one, its almost a Santa Claus laugh]
Trapier: Nobody gets to wrestle in this promotion without knowing how to, you jackass, well aside from maybe the Predator, but that’s a story for another day… Or for Chris Casino.
[Winks at the camera as a nod to his associate… Or whatever has been going on behind the scenes]
Trapier: The man has proven superior to you once already, he’s taken your gold and he’s taking your sanity. Now he’s going to take that last slice of dignity you have…
[He closes his pointer and thumb until they are a fraction apart]
Trapier: That’s his motivation, my friend. This man’s life is built around destroying what other people hold most dear then leaving them in rubble, much how his life was left. Now he’s got another chance, don’t think he’s not going to roll the dice without having them loaded… You've been warned.
[He gives the camera a sly look, but then is startled as the limo door opens and Marcus is somewhat startled, then relieved as in walks Nicky and Charlie McDonough]
Nicky: Marcus, how’s it going?
[The two men shake in as Nicky takes the side seat to Marcus’s right and Charlie enters]
Trapier: Fairly well, Nicky. How about you, Charlie boy?
[Charlie takes the side seat on the right of Marcus]
Charlie: Actually really well, Marcus. We just figured, tonight we’d go out and celebrate on our most recent success. This partnerships has proved fruitful beyond our wildest dreams.
[Marcus smirks and nods]
-It’s about to be more so for me, my friends-
Trapier: I must admit, it has gone beyond my expectations. So what’s on the agenda for tonight to celebrate?
Nicky: Well, we were thinking a meal and a little bit of a party.
[Marcus nods his approval taking another sip of his Jack]
Trapier: It’s a shame, I would’ve invited the lady-friend along.
[Charlie and Nicky both chuckle]
Nicky: I think you would’ve regretted that, if you catch my drift.
[Marcus smiles widely]
Trapier: I love the Irish.
[Cut away]
MEANWHILE…
[Fade in on the center of Jack’s apartment, he sits there with a laptop computer in front of him, but he is leaning back away from it. He currently holds his cordless phone in his hand. He sits there wearing a plain white t-shirt on and a pair of shorts. His greasy hair actually lies straight, we assume because the dirt has over-powered any amount of wave it might’ve had]
[The apartment itself hasn’t improved much from the last time we were in it. Tons of filth and empty bottles everywhere, magazines and files scattered about. Hell, we could almost swear that was the same bottle of beer that Jack was drinking last time, if we didn’t know him better of course]
Jack: (BLEEP!)
[Slamming the phone against the wall in frustration, he grins his yellow teeth together, until you can almost see the dust leaving his mouth. He looks up, frustration evident in his eyes]
Jack: Trapier never picks up his phone, I don’t understand why he has the damn thing!
[He sits back in frustration running his hands through his hair]
Jack: I don’t think he realizes how big of a mess, he’s putting us all in.
[Suddenly from just outside the kitchen walks a shadowy figure, he stands in the walkway between the kitchen and the living room. Based on his shape and his green suit, we can tell it’s the Minstrel, his face as always remains hidden]
Minstrel: Be easy, my friend. A call that’s unheard is usually unwanted.
[He chuckles as Jack shakes his head]
Jack: You don’t understand, he’s not just screwing me, but you too. His little connection has no bearing in your match this week, it’s of no help to you.
[Suddenly all laughter is lost from his voice]
Minstrel: What connection?
[Jack’s eyes widen in shock, realizing he had a slip]
Jack: Uh… Um…. Uh…
[Walking slightly closer, his voice grows more serious]
Minstrel: What connection?
Jack: He’s in talks with… Uh… Casino.
[The Minstrel stops to chuckle a bit as Jack’s eyes go wild]
[Cut away]