Post by theminstrel on Jan 18, 2006 15:44:09 GMT -5
[Fade in on an open doorway with a figure standing in it, just a dark shadowy outline. A click sound is heard and the lights shine down onto the room, to reveal a private gambling room. There is a giant roulette wheel, a craps table, poker table and three slot machines. Also in the room is a private bar]
[The man standing in the door way, who has entered the room now is none other then the co-owner of the casino, Marcus Trapier. His smile wide with enjoyment of the surroundings, his deep purple suit shining in the light, and his long hair slicked back perfectly]
Trapier: Come in and check this out.
[Into the room walks Lisa Hordem, her face has a look of amazement. She wears a deep red sweater and long skirt. Her hair is curled slightly, but not too much and her eyes glimmer with shock at what she’s been introduced to]
Lisa: Marcus… This place is amazing.
[He nods slowly taking a look around the whole room, one more time. He turns towards her with a charming grin]
Trapier: To think I am co-owner of this place.
[She nods and giggles slightly]
Lisa: Yeah, its pretty crazy.
[Marcus walks over to the private bar and sneaks behind it. He picks up a few bottles of liquor]
Trapier: Can I mix you something?
[Marcus loosens his tie as he grabs two glasses from below the bar]
Lisa: No, no thank you.
[Marcus gives a disappointed look, to which she responds with a smile]
Lisa: Alright, I’ll have a Long Island Iced Tea.
Trapier: Too late.
[He says this chuckling as Lisa walks up to the bar]
[Cut away]
Later in the night.
[Fade up as the two are in the same spot, the bottles on the bar are significantly emptier then they were before. Marcus now has also taken his suitjacket off and is sitting on one of the stools right next to Lisa, the two are facing each other]
[Lisa is noticeably inebriated, Marcus appears slightly off, but nowhere near where his company is. Marcus sips at his drink intently as Lisa laughs off the last comment before the audio comes in]
Lisa: Can we talk serious?
Trapier: I don’t know, can we?
[Marcus answers this sarcastically, Lisa lets out a small giggle]
Lisa: Seriously, how come I never met you before if you and my brother were so close?
[Marcus turns serious and turns towards his drink and sips it then turns back with a grin on his face]
Trapier: Maybe, he wanted to keep you out of trouble.
[Lisa looks inquisitively at Marcus]
Lisa: What do you mean?
Trapier: Let’s say there’s a lot of rumors surrounding me, I don’t really want to go into it when we’re both flying like this… Why spoil the mood?
[Marcus lifts his glass and after a moment Lisa finds her glass and clinks Marcus’]
Lisa: To this beautiful casino.
Trapier: To my beautiful companion.
[Cut away]
Meanwhile…
[Fade in on a door that says Director of Security, we enter the room to find an older man with grey hair in a crew-cut sitting behind a desk. The man wears a light blue shirt and dark blue tie. He is square-jawed and stern even with the grin he has on his face. In the room are a couple of grey filing cabinets and a couple of monitors on the walls, that are currently off]
[The man with whom he is speaking to is none other then Jack. His long straggly black hair laying out on his shoulders, which are covered by a tweed jacket. We pan around and get a look at his face, he also wears a smile as the audio cuts in]
Security: Well, I admit it’s highly unorthodox, but Mr. Trapier is the boss.
Jack: That he is. So are we all clear?
[Jack once again reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out an envelope. The envelope reads “With love, Marcus Trapier”. He slides the envelope the way of the Director of Security. The director looks down with a grin]
Security: I think so… The package will arrive just after showtime and is to be immediately sent to it’s destination without screening.
[Jacks nods]
Jack: Exactly, my friend. Exactly.
[The director picks up the envelope peaking in then sticks the envelope into a drawer of his desk]
Security: I can see things are going to be slightly more profitable around here.
[Jack chuckles]
Jack: That’s how Mr. Trapier does things, I’m sure Casino is the same way.
[The Director gets up out of his chair]
Security: How would you like to see the security monitoring room.
[Jack nods]
Jack: Sure, you mind if I grab a drink along the way.
[The Director smiles as Jack stands up]
Security: Not at all.
[Cut away.]
Meanwhile…
[Fade in on a barely lit store, the place is completely empty. The only light comes from the dimly-lit security lights that allow the cameras to see what, if anything, is going on in the store after it has been closed. As we pan around slightly and look down the aisle closest to us, we realize this store is a toy store]
[The various toys look almost satanic in the dim-light as their shadows and smiling faces take on a whole other form in the dark silence of the closed store. Elmo becomes a fury red devil, laughing at your fear; Barbie becomes less bubbly and more conniving. All the toys take on another form]
[Especially as we begin to hear movement from somewhere in the store. We move down the aisles past the dolls, locked in their cardboard prisons daring you to let them out. The next aisle down is full of sleds and bicycles; and even they take on a more disturbing form as they appear less fun more destructive in this light]
[The sound of whistling leads us to turn around again, to find a man in a yellow suit skipping down the aisle. His face being blurred out, we know that it is indeed the Minstrel. The NAPW Provincial Title belt around his waist has he stops to look at the dolls]
Minstrel: I wish I could find one that cries on command, I really want to give it to J.C. before our match.
Minstrel: I really wish they made one that just bitched, it would probably be so much more effective.
[He shrugs his shoulders as he puts “Crybaby Crystal” back on the shelf]
Minstrel: J.C., seriously you think I care if you’re pissed because you lost a tag team match to you? Do you seriously believe that whining and crying would get you any sort of mental edge?
[He shakes his head]
Minstrel: Because if you do, you’re mental. There again you said you were two seconds away from victory… When everyone knows you need three seconds to win.
Minstrel: Cheap laughs aside. What’s really funny is that you think you can make the rules when it comes to the title match? Boy, you’re lucky to be getting a titleshot period and you think you can set the rules?
[He shakes his head and sticks up his hand moving his finger back and forth in a “no” motion]
Minstrel: But I’ll save you and Winchell, a meeting of the brilliant minds and give you, your stupid stipulation. Not like it will do much, my friend, in case you haven’t noticed all of my other matches have been won by ME. I don’t need help.
[He taps his head with his finger]
Minstrel: I’ve got the talent and the brains to do it all by my lonesome.
[He stops at a new section of the doll aisle and looks around]
Minstrel: As for comparing me to Misery… You are truly sad and mistaken, my friend. I thought with the respect I’ve shown you… You would at least have the decency to return the favor. But comparing your Provincial Champion to a no-talent hack is a major mistake, my friend.
[He reaches up and grabs a box, we can’t see the name on the box]
Minstrel: Now I could waste everyone’s time and play the respect card that you’ve thrown me, but I don’t need that motivation. The fact that you want this belt around my waist so bad is enough for me to enjoy keeping it from you. You see, my friend, this comeback… This road to the top means so much to you.
[He turns towards the camera, the box is revealed to be “Polly PeePants”]
Minstrel: And that’s why I’m going to enjoy so much retaining my title and watching you fall right back to the depths from where you came. Right back to the level where you started…
[He takes the box and places it under his right arm]
Minstrel: This should suit her nicely.
[He turns away almost like a robot and skips back down the aisle as we’re left to ponder, who he was talking about. Lisa perhaps? Or was this madman simply talking about no one. As he turns down the aisle, we lose visual]
[Cut away]
[The man standing in the door way, who has entered the room now is none other then the co-owner of the casino, Marcus Trapier. His smile wide with enjoyment of the surroundings, his deep purple suit shining in the light, and his long hair slicked back perfectly]
Trapier: Come in and check this out.
[Into the room walks Lisa Hordem, her face has a look of amazement. She wears a deep red sweater and long skirt. Her hair is curled slightly, but not too much and her eyes glimmer with shock at what she’s been introduced to]
Lisa: Marcus… This place is amazing.
[He nods slowly taking a look around the whole room, one more time. He turns towards her with a charming grin]
Trapier: To think I am co-owner of this place.
[She nods and giggles slightly]
Lisa: Yeah, its pretty crazy.
[Marcus walks over to the private bar and sneaks behind it. He picks up a few bottles of liquor]
Trapier: Can I mix you something?
[Marcus loosens his tie as he grabs two glasses from below the bar]
Lisa: No, no thank you.
[Marcus gives a disappointed look, to which she responds with a smile]
Lisa: Alright, I’ll have a Long Island Iced Tea.
Trapier: Too late.
[He says this chuckling as Lisa walks up to the bar]
[Cut away]
Later in the night.
[Fade up as the two are in the same spot, the bottles on the bar are significantly emptier then they were before. Marcus now has also taken his suitjacket off and is sitting on one of the stools right next to Lisa, the two are facing each other]
[Lisa is noticeably inebriated, Marcus appears slightly off, but nowhere near where his company is. Marcus sips at his drink intently as Lisa laughs off the last comment before the audio comes in]
Lisa: Can we talk serious?
Trapier: I don’t know, can we?
[Marcus answers this sarcastically, Lisa lets out a small giggle]
Lisa: Seriously, how come I never met you before if you and my brother were so close?
[Marcus turns serious and turns towards his drink and sips it then turns back with a grin on his face]
Trapier: Maybe, he wanted to keep you out of trouble.
[Lisa looks inquisitively at Marcus]
Lisa: What do you mean?
Trapier: Let’s say there’s a lot of rumors surrounding me, I don’t really want to go into it when we’re both flying like this… Why spoil the mood?
[Marcus lifts his glass and after a moment Lisa finds her glass and clinks Marcus’]
Lisa: To this beautiful casino.
Trapier: To my beautiful companion.
[Cut away]
Meanwhile…
[Fade in on a door that says Director of Security, we enter the room to find an older man with grey hair in a crew-cut sitting behind a desk. The man wears a light blue shirt and dark blue tie. He is square-jawed and stern even with the grin he has on his face. In the room are a couple of grey filing cabinets and a couple of monitors on the walls, that are currently off]
[The man with whom he is speaking to is none other then Jack. His long straggly black hair laying out on his shoulders, which are covered by a tweed jacket. We pan around and get a look at his face, he also wears a smile as the audio cuts in]
Security: Well, I admit it’s highly unorthodox, but Mr. Trapier is the boss.
Jack: That he is. So are we all clear?
[Jack once again reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out an envelope. The envelope reads “With love, Marcus Trapier”. He slides the envelope the way of the Director of Security. The director looks down with a grin]
Security: I think so… The package will arrive just after showtime and is to be immediately sent to it’s destination without screening.
[Jacks nods]
Jack: Exactly, my friend. Exactly.
[The director picks up the envelope peaking in then sticks the envelope into a drawer of his desk]
Security: I can see things are going to be slightly more profitable around here.
[Jack chuckles]
Jack: That’s how Mr. Trapier does things, I’m sure Casino is the same way.
[The Director gets up out of his chair]
Security: How would you like to see the security monitoring room.
[Jack nods]
Jack: Sure, you mind if I grab a drink along the way.
[The Director smiles as Jack stands up]
Security: Not at all.
[Cut away.]
Meanwhile…
[Fade in on a barely lit store, the place is completely empty. The only light comes from the dimly-lit security lights that allow the cameras to see what, if anything, is going on in the store after it has been closed. As we pan around slightly and look down the aisle closest to us, we realize this store is a toy store]
[The various toys look almost satanic in the dim-light as their shadows and smiling faces take on a whole other form in the dark silence of the closed store. Elmo becomes a fury red devil, laughing at your fear; Barbie becomes less bubbly and more conniving. All the toys take on another form]
[Especially as we begin to hear movement from somewhere in the store. We move down the aisles past the dolls, locked in their cardboard prisons daring you to let them out. The next aisle down is full of sleds and bicycles; and even they take on a more disturbing form as they appear less fun more destructive in this light]
[The sound of whistling leads us to turn around again, to find a man in a yellow suit skipping down the aisle. His face being blurred out, we know that it is indeed the Minstrel. The NAPW Provincial Title belt around his waist has he stops to look at the dolls]
Minstrel: I wish I could find one that cries on command, I really want to give it to J.C. before our match.
Minstrel: I really wish they made one that just bitched, it would probably be so much more effective.
[He shrugs his shoulders as he puts “Crybaby Crystal” back on the shelf]
Minstrel: J.C., seriously you think I care if you’re pissed because you lost a tag team match to you? Do you seriously believe that whining and crying would get you any sort of mental edge?
[He shakes his head]
Minstrel: Because if you do, you’re mental. There again you said you were two seconds away from victory… When everyone knows you need three seconds to win.
Minstrel: Cheap laughs aside. What’s really funny is that you think you can make the rules when it comes to the title match? Boy, you’re lucky to be getting a titleshot period and you think you can set the rules?
[He shakes his head and sticks up his hand moving his finger back and forth in a “no” motion]
Minstrel: But I’ll save you and Winchell, a meeting of the brilliant minds and give you, your stupid stipulation. Not like it will do much, my friend, in case you haven’t noticed all of my other matches have been won by ME. I don’t need help.
[He taps his head with his finger]
Minstrel: I’ve got the talent and the brains to do it all by my lonesome.
[He stops at a new section of the doll aisle and looks around]
Minstrel: As for comparing me to Misery… You are truly sad and mistaken, my friend. I thought with the respect I’ve shown you… You would at least have the decency to return the favor. But comparing your Provincial Champion to a no-talent hack is a major mistake, my friend.
[He reaches up and grabs a box, we can’t see the name on the box]
Minstrel: Now I could waste everyone’s time and play the respect card that you’ve thrown me, but I don’t need that motivation. The fact that you want this belt around my waist so bad is enough for me to enjoy keeping it from you. You see, my friend, this comeback… This road to the top means so much to you.
[He turns towards the camera, the box is revealed to be “Polly PeePants”]
Minstrel: And that’s why I’m going to enjoy so much retaining my title and watching you fall right back to the depths from where you came. Right back to the level where you started…
[He takes the box and places it under his right arm]
Minstrel: This should suit her nicely.
[He turns away almost like a robot and skips back down the aisle as we’re left to ponder, who he was talking about. Lisa perhaps? Or was this madman simply talking about no one. As he turns down the aisle, we lose visual]
[Cut away]