Post by predator on Jan 29, 2006 20:52:59 GMT -5
The black screen fades up to a cliff overlooking the rocky mountains. The rough cliff ends a mere six feet away from us leading straight down directly into the rocky base beneath the cliff. Short drop, sudden stop. The snowy-tip mountains in the distance are whitened in the fog, and the sun is only just visible behind the thin clouds. The camera man steps forward to the edge of the cliff, and aims at the rocky base that lies a mere twenty feet beneath us. Down below, many large insects and reptiles crawl around, under, and over the large rocks. Suddenly, they scatter, as though their instincts tell them that predator's are coming. What we expect is an eagle or wolf, unfortunately we have no such pleasure. Instead, a very large figure nimbly lands on his feet at the base, and jumps straight up to our cliff, causing the camera man to stagger backwards. The camera man stops at such a time when a very large man lands on the edge of the cliff on all fours. As he stands, we see his torn black jeans, black gauntlet, and black dreadlocks draped over his muscled, bare chest. His face is concealed by none other than a silver mask.
The Predator stands and faces the camera, not even breaking a sweat, nor is he breathing heavily. He slowly walks toward the camera, and the camera man walks backwards in fear. Predator stops, and holds up his hand, gesturing for the camera man to stop, and he does. Then, Predator pulls two wires on either side of his face, releasing bursts of air, then he removes his mask, taking a deep breath.
PREDATOR - (leaning his head back) Ahh, fresh air.
He looks back at the camera, smiling, his yellow eyes piercing a vicious hole in our television sets, and our very souls. He clips his mask to his belt and continues.
PREDATOR - Evan Cartwright and Chris Casino, walking through the forest, alone? I can see why Casino was so afraid . . . he thought Cartwright wanted to (BLEEP) him, it's obvious. You know, that's real clever, Cartwright. I'm not even going to mention pathetic. Rounding up different sex toys, creating my footprints, and bringing Casino and the camera man in hopes to prove something that isn't true, and obviously makes you look more professional than me? Nice try, Evan, nice try.
He shakes his head, still smiling, and decides "what the Hell" and lets out a laugh. He walks toward the camera, and the camera man decides it's safe to stay put.
PREDATOR - Now, look. I don't really know if those were your own toys, or if you borrowed them from your mother, but what is really mind-boggling is where you rounded that goat up from. That is what really blows my mind. All of the evidence that actually meant something were the footprints you conjured up. I actually thought that you were on to something, until you ran into the goat. It was then I thought "this guy is in way over his head". You are about as ridiculous, as you are stupid.
In a moment's time, Predator's smile leaves him and he reintroduces his mask, which glistens in the light of the sun, even behind thin clouds. He walks backward, very slowly.
PREDATOR - Evan, unless you stop (BLEEP)ing around and try being even a little bit professional, there is no way in Hell that you can defeat me on Monday. Mark my words. Don't worry, I won't beat you to the point where you can't still meet up with Casino and Brandon on Saturdays or Sundays or whenever the Hell you guys get together, if you get my drift. Evan, I will have you know that if you piss me off, and I mean get me really motivated . . . I can, and will end your career in a heartbeat, do you understand, you penny-pinching, materialistic, cry-baby, man-whore?
Predator tunrs around to face the cliff, and with one more look to the camera, catapults himself off into the distance of the mountains. The scene ends with the traditional, yet overused, fade to black.
The Predator stands and faces the camera, not even breaking a sweat, nor is he breathing heavily. He slowly walks toward the camera, and the camera man walks backwards in fear. Predator stops, and holds up his hand, gesturing for the camera man to stop, and he does. Then, Predator pulls two wires on either side of his face, releasing bursts of air, then he removes his mask, taking a deep breath.
PREDATOR - (leaning his head back) Ahh, fresh air.
He looks back at the camera, smiling, his yellow eyes piercing a vicious hole in our television sets, and our very souls. He clips his mask to his belt and continues.
PREDATOR - Evan Cartwright and Chris Casino, walking through the forest, alone? I can see why Casino was so afraid . . . he thought Cartwright wanted to (BLEEP) him, it's obvious. You know, that's real clever, Cartwright. I'm not even going to mention pathetic. Rounding up different sex toys, creating my footprints, and bringing Casino and the camera man in hopes to prove something that isn't true, and obviously makes you look more professional than me? Nice try, Evan, nice try.
He shakes his head, still smiling, and decides "what the Hell" and lets out a laugh. He walks toward the camera, and the camera man decides it's safe to stay put.
PREDATOR - Now, look. I don't really know if those were your own toys, or if you borrowed them from your mother, but what is really mind-boggling is where you rounded that goat up from. That is what really blows my mind. All of the evidence that actually meant something were the footprints you conjured up. I actually thought that you were on to something, until you ran into the goat. It was then I thought "this guy is in way over his head". You are about as ridiculous, as you are stupid.
In a moment's time, Predator's smile leaves him and he reintroduces his mask, which glistens in the light of the sun, even behind thin clouds. He walks backward, very slowly.
PREDATOR - Evan, unless you stop (BLEEP)ing around and try being even a little bit professional, there is no way in Hell that you can defeat me on Monday. Mark my words. Don't worry, I won't beat you to the point where you can't still meet up with Casino and Brandon on Saturdays or Sundays or whenever the Hell you guys get together, if you get my drift. Evan, I will have you know that if you piss me off, and I mean get me really motivated . . . I can, and will end your career in a heartbeat, do you understand, you penny-pinching, materialistic, cry-baby, man-whore?
Predator tunrs around to face the cliff, and with one more look to the camera, catapults himself off into the distance of the mountains. The scene ends with the traditional, yet overused, fade to black.