Post by "Superstar" Deathrow on Apr 8, 2007 12:21:09 GMT -5
The scene opens to a shot within the heart of NC’s second largest city, the land surrounding this metropolis is the home of close to two million people, and it shows through the frantic travel of pedestrians and the hurried pace of the automobiles that pass by. The camera pans about the streets of Raleigh, up and down and left and right we see this frigid myriad of city lifestyle passing us by in an instant. As we look up and to our left we see a sign reading “23 degrees” this digital sign quickly changes to read “Tuesday, Rebel Pro; GOLDEN OPPORTUNITIES Armory Civic Center” as the sign switches back to the temperature, we pan downwards to a new sight.
As we follow the rows of apartment buildings, and small shops we finally come to one that is posing a familiar sight, as we look inside the window of this small coffee shop we see a sexual creature, imposing figure sitting down with a cup of coffee, presumably in front of him. As people walk by we see their breath vaporizing from the cold, but being warm blooded it doesn’t see to bother them all too much. Finally after silently observing Deathrow’ for a minute or two we decide to enter the coffee shop. We proceed towards Deathrow’ table and take a stance in which we are able to see and hear anything he may have to say.
As we continue to observe the man motions, we begin to realize that he is fretting about something. Something is bothering the beast, we can not tell yet what it may be, however as we are drawn towards intrigue regarding Deathrow, an older lady, most likely in her late fifties proceeds towards Deathrow.
We know immediately that this lady is a waitress of some carnation, as we see her ordering pad, and her apron. Her hair is tied up and her conservative uniform seems all too fitting for this little café. As she approaches Deathrow, we see a sigh release from her body, as she takes on a stern yet compassionate look. She wedges herself in between the leather covered bench and the table in which Tommy sits at. As she crosses her arms she looks towards Tommy, whom doesn’t even as much as acknowledge her presence, he simply continues to stare downwards. She reaches across the table and places her hand upon Tommy’s, finally causing him to look up towards her.
His facial expression screams of somber dilemma, his eyes are clouded over in an almost dead demeanor, and finally she begins to speak, as the STD simply stares and listens.
Waitress: What’s wrong Tommy? Not drunk yet?
Deathrow says nothing what so ever, he just continues to stare at her, before she releases another sigh and then continues to stare again. Eventually her silent stare is an involved attempt at getting a response from Deathrow, as she speaks again
Waitress: Tommy Deathrow, I first saw you ten years ago, when a five eight tall and two hundred pound 15 year old walked through my door and ordered a glass of chocolate milk, and paid me with all nickels. You made me reach into your pockets an get them myself. You were a fattie mcfat fat. I’ve watched you grow up, I’ve watched you lose it all, and then fight your way to the top, countless times. I watched you through the worst and the best, I’ve gotta say Tommy, I hated watching what you had become, but I always trusted in you, and I always will. Now for god sakes, what the hell is wrong with you?
Deathrow glances upwards, for a moment he merely stares at the waitress, looking her directly into the eye Tommy finally responds
Deathrow: Nothing! Lady your scaring me. Seem to know to much. Shit like you would remember me from way back for some odd random stop by.
Deathrow voice is cold and empty and we begin to get a feeling of exactly how deep this dilemma runs into his soul. The waitress wont let it go at though, she continues.
Waitress: Tommy I know you better than that. What is it? Your kitten, Billy, your career, your missing family? Listen Tommy, I am not leaving until you start talking.
Deathrow grips at his coffee cup, and lifts it to his lips and drinks, before placing it back down and looking at the waitress again, this time he begins to speak.
Deathrow: My problem is this Tuesday, my problem is the event at Golden Opportunities, my problem IS THEM!
Seemingly surprised by the response from Deathrow, the waitress exhibits some odd facial expressions before taking a deep breath and leaning forward slightly, as she speaks again.
Waitress: Darlin’ listen, all I have heard all week long, is how Tommy Deathrow, Ravager, Rees an SKR are going to face off in a four way for a shot at the champion sometime. All I’ve heard is how the new and improved Tommy Deathrow would beat there asses all over this great city. I don’t know why in the hell you would start to doubt yourself now, you’ve never been like that. Even if they gained up on you, you can still defeat them. By the way don’t even try to tell me that you’re nervous, much less intimidated by any of them. So what you don’t have a vary impressive singles record. There a reason for that an you know THIS MAN!
Deathrow maintains his stare and then replies.
Deathrow: That’s not the problem, not at all in fact.
Again the waitress seems taken back, as she continues inquisitively
Waitress: So then you’re not worried at all that you may lose? That your blood will flow freely.
Deathrow: No, not at all
Waitress: So then what is the problem Tommy?
Deathrow’ glare seems directed this time, but not so much at the waitress but rather straight through her, he then continues
Deathrow: These men, all of them are terrible men, Who feed upon the weak and innocent, and gets there kicks out of causing unjust pain and suffering, whether it be physical or emotional. But I am the one man that can stop that, I am the one man that they can not cause pain towards, nor can they take anything from me, and it’s my responsibility to ensure that they don’t do it to anyone else. But it’s also my responsibility to ensure I don’t do it to them. Because as malicious and awful as they may be is, not even he deserves the fate that is coming towards them.
Waitress: I don’t quite understand where the dilemma is Tommy, if you beat them, then you will stop them. But why are you talking as if your greater than all?
Deathrow: Can it bitch an eat your shut up juice. The Superstar is speaking… It isn’t quite so simple, you see in victory I the World Title shot. In victory I give hope back to all the fans, all the wrestlers, and anyone that is somehow touched by Rebel. In victory I can proudly walk a righteous line, carrying about nothing in the world, and with that opportunity I can spread my message that salvation is a concept open to almost all. I can use it as an opportunity to offer deliverance to all that stand before me. I can walk into that match up, whether it be you or him or the guy over there and I can out wrestle the master, or I can battle it out in a war between our wills, and be the man that climbs that ladder to grasp one day upon the world title. Then it becomes my decision,
The waitress sits back thinking to herself, before raising a brow, and then continuing
Waitress: Alright honey, I am lost, I am sorry but I don’t understand. What is your decision?
Deathrow: Once they see that they have been defeated, An I win this match. My decision will be. What kind of booze I want to celebrate with. I mean shit this may not be the biggest match ever but every match is worth drinking after. Is it not? It is indeed. An we all know this. For once I am done though. they have the option to follow the path that I am trying to help them walk, or they can continue hurting, maiming, degrading and humiliating people. But I can’t stand for that, should people not follow my advice then I fear for the result.
Waitress: Tommy its nothing to be ashamed of, fearing opponents is something that almost everyone does, I mean Ravager is one of the most dangerous and maniacal people the Indies has ever seen. Kyle you have faced many times before so you don’t really need to fear anything on his part. An Rees. He speaks funny. Theres something about that boy that ain’t right.
Deathrow: No, I don’t fear Ravager. I don’t fear Kyles wrath or Ree’s vengeance.
Again a confused look befalls her face
Waitress: Then what IS it that you fear?
Deathrow: I fear myself. Because there are no rules here in rebel. We could bang our opponents head into the ground an no one would step in. Its (BLEEP)ed up. I’m a Superstar an this is my chance to shine baby. So come Tuesday I’m left only with one option.
Waitress: And that option is Tommy?
A cold, callous and chilling expression befalls Deathrow’ face as his voice drops octaves in tone. Through grit teeth, and along with a abhorrent sadistic glare, in those dead eyes, Deathrow speaks
Deathrow: DESTROY THEM!
The look of the lady that sits across the table from Deathrow’ tell the story of this sudden swing, she grows wide-eyed as she lays witness to the monster’s sudden change in demeanor. Deathrow gets up immediately and begins to walk away, as the scene fades to black
As we follow the rows of apartment buildings, and small shops we finally come to one that is posing a familiar sight, as we look inside the window of this small coffee shop we see a sexual creature, imposing figure sitting down with a cup of coffee, presumably in front of him. As people walk by we see their breath vaporizing from the cold, but being warm blooded it doesn’t see to bother them all too much. Finally after silently observing Deathrow’ for a minute or two we decide to enter the coffee shop. We proceed towards Deathrow’ table and take a stance in which we are able to see and hear anything he may have to say.
As we continue to observe the man motions, we begin to realize that he is fretting about something. Something is bothering the beast, we can not tell yet what it may be, however as we are drawn towards intrigue regarding Deathrow, an older lady, most likely in her late fifties proceeds towards Deathrow.
We know immediately that this lady is a waitress of some carnation, as we see her ordering pad, and her apron. Her hair is tied up and her conservative uniform seems all too fitting for this little café. As she approaches Deathrow, we see a sigh release from her body, as she takes on a stern yet compassionate look. She wedges herself in between the leather covered bench and the table in which Tommy sits at. As she crosses her arms she looks towards Tommy, whom doesn’t even as much as acknowledge her presence, he simply continues to stare downwards. She reaches across the table and places her hand upon Tommy’s, finally causing him to look up towards her.
His facial expression screams of somber dilemma, his eyes are clouded over in an almost dead demeanor, and finally she begins to speak, as the STD simply stares and listens.
Waitress: What’s wrong Tommy? Not drunk yet?
Deathrow says nothing what so ever, he just continues to stare at her, before she releases another sigh and then continues to stare again. Eventually her silent stare is an involved attempt at getting a response from Deathrow, as she speaks again
Waitress: Tommy Deathrow, I first saw you ten years ago, when a five eight tall and two hundred pound 15 year old walked through my door and ordered a glass of chocolate milk, and paid me with all nickels. You made me reach into your pockets an get them myself. You were a fattie mcfat fat. I’ve watched you grow up, I’ve watched you lose it all, and then fight your way to the top, countless times. I watched you through the worst and the best, I’ve gotta say Tommy, I hated watching what you had become, but I always trusted in you, and I always will. Now for god sakes, what the hell is wrong with you?
Deathrow glances upwards, for a moment he merely stares at the waitress, looking her directly into the eye Tommy finally responds
Deathrow: Nothing! Lady your scaring me. Seem to know to much. Shit like you would remember me from way back for some odd random stop by.
Deathrow voice is cold and empty and we begin to get a feeling of exactly how deep this dilemma runs into his soul. The waitress wont let it go at though, she continues.
Waitress: Tommy I know you better than that. What is it? Your kitten, Billy, your career, your missing family? Listen Tommy, I am not leaving until you start talking.
Deathrow grips at his coffee cup, and lifts it to his lips and drinks, before placing it back down and looking at the waitress again, this time he begins to speak.
Deathrow: My problem is this Tuesday, my problem is the event at Golden Opportunities, my problem IS THEM!
Seemingly surprised by the response from Deathrow, the waitress exhibits some odd facial expressions before taking a deep breath and leaning forward slightly, as she speaks again.
Waitress: Darlin’ listen, all I have heard all week long, is how Tommy Deathrow, Ravager, Rees an SKR are going to face off in a four way for a shot at the champion sometime. All I’ve heard is how the new and improved Tommy Deathrow would beat there asses all over this great city. I don’t know why in the hell you would start to doubt yourself now, you’ve never been like that. Even if they gained up on you, you can still defeat them. By the way don’t even try to tell me that you’re nervous, much less intimidated by any of them. So what you don’t have a vary impressive singles record. There a reason for that an you know THIS MAN!
Deathrow maintains his stare and then replies.
Deathrow: That’s not the problem, not at all in fact.
Again the waitress seems taken back, as she continues inquisitively
Waitress: So then you’re not worried at all that you may lose? That your blood will flow freely.
Deathrow: No, not at all
Waitress: So then what is the problem Tommy?
Deathrow’ glare seems directed this time, but not so much at the waitress but rather straight through her, he then continues
Deathrow: These men, all of them are terrible men, Who feed upon the weak and innocent, and gets there kicks out of causing unjust pain and suffering, whether it be physical or emotional. But I am the one man that can stop that, I am the one man that they can not cause pain towards, nor can they take anything from me, and it’s my responsibility to ensure that they don’t do it to anyone else. But it’s also my responsibility to ensure I don’t do it to them. Because as malicious and awful as they may be is, not even he deserves the fate that is coming towards them.
Waitress: I don’t quite understand where the dilemma is Tommy, if you beat them, then you will stop them. But why are you talking as if your greater than all?
Deathrow: Can it bitch an eat your shut up juice. The Superstar is speaking… It isn’t quite so simple, you see in victory I the World Title shot. In victory I give hope back to all the fans, all the wrestlers, and anyone that is somehow touched by Rebel. In victory I can proudly walk a righteous line, carrying about nothing in the world, and with that opportunity I can spread my message that salvation is a concept open to almost all. I can use it as an opportunity to offer deliverance to all that stand before me. I can walk into that match up, whether it be you or him or the guy over there and I can out wrestle the master, or I can battle it out in a war between our wills, and be the man that climbs that ladder to grasp one day upon the world title. Then it becomes my decision,
The waitress sits back thinking to herself, before raising a brow, and then continuing
Waitress: Alright honey, I am lost, I am sorry but I don’t understand. What is your decision?
Deathrow: Once they see that they have been defeated, An I win this match. My decision will be. What kind of booze I want to celebrate with. I mean shit this may not be the biggest match ever but every match is worth drinking after. Is it not? It is indeed. An we all know this. For once I am done though. they have the option to follow the path that I am trying to help them walk, or they can continue hurting, maiming, degrading and humiliating people. But I can’t stand for that, should people not follow my advice then I fear for the result.
Waitress: Tommy its nothing to be ashamed of, fearing opponents is something that almost everyone does, I mean Ravager is one of the most dangerous and maniacal people the Indies has ever seen. Kyle you have faced many times before so you don’t really need to fear anything on his part. An Rees. He speaks funny. Theres something about that boy that ain’t right.
Deathrow: No, I don’t fear Ravager. I don’t fear Kyles wrath or Ree’s vengeance.
Again a confused look befalls her face
Waitress: Then what IS it that you fear?
Deathrow: I fear myself. Because there are no rules here in rebel. We could bang our opponents head into the ground an no one would step in. Its (BLEEP)ed up. I’m a Superstar an this is my chance to shine baby. So come Tuesday I’m left only with one option.
Waitress: And that option is Tommy?
A cold, callous and chilling expression befalls Deathrow’ face as his voice drops octaves in tone. Through grit teeth, and along with a abhorrent sadistic glare, in those dead eyes, Deathrow speaks
Deathrow: DESTROY THEM!
The look of the lady that sits across the table from Deathrow’ tell the story of this sudden swing, she grows wide-eyed as she lays witness to the monster’s sudden change in demeanor. Deathrow gets up immediately and begins to walk away, as the scene fades to black