Post by theminstrel on Feb 3, 2006 19:17:05 GMT -5
[Down the white halls that have become a familiar sight to our eyes over the past few months, we see two figures walking. The camera is still somewhat blurred, but it moves from the larger figure to the one on the right side, which appears to be a woman based on the length of the hair and the figure that we are able to make out. The footsteps echo through hall like bells at tolling at midnight, seemingly endlessly signaling the end]
[As the camera finally comes into focus, we see it is none other then Lisa Hordem, who is undoubtedly here to visit her brother. Her light brown hair is straight and lies perfectly on her shoulders, which are covered by a white buttoned down shirt that fits her elegant figure perfectly. Her eyes are hidden behind a pair of glasses that give her an air of professionalism]
[As we zoom in on her face, we can see in her eyes that her mind isn’t exactly where it should be. This woman has been in a state of flux of late, she’s been so busy running around with Marcus that she hasn’t really had time to even feel sorry for her brother nevermind trace the events that lead up to this current situation]
[In her hands, she holds a couple of notebooks. William’s old writings from his high school and college days, she was hopeful that this might just trigger something about what’s happened here… It actually had been Marcus’ idea to attempt to do so]
[She shakes her head attempting to get him out for once, so that she can really concentrate on the moment at hand. The camera pans out to reveal the man that is helping her. It is a man we’ve seen before, who interacts with Jack at the hospital, his name is Ray. His white get-up is standard issue for the hospital]
[They reach the door and Ray takes out his keys and without hesitation, finds the one necessary right away. He sticks it in and turns…]
Ray: What the…
[He mutters this, Lisa is intrigued at first, but doesn’t want to become too curious. She looks in another direction down the hall as Ray examines the key and tries again and fails. He reaches to his side and picks up a walkie-talkie]
Ray: We’ve got a problem in room G-702, the door will not open with the assigned key.
[Lisa’s eyes go wide in a panic, but she remains speechless]
Voice: The patient was moved this morning to the secure wing for attempting to escape.
[Ray looks at Lisa, who’s eyes are now shrink-wrapped in tears, clutching the notebooks like they were the last remnants of her brother’s broken past and erased future]
[Cut away]
[Blades of steel cut across the flat smooth surface of the ice, with a sound that makes the spine tingle as the pieces fly at the camera lens and cover it as though a blizzard had just occurred]
[Switching angles we see the man, his black hair flying in the wind like a raven through the sky. His black sweats attire matches his black skates, a hockey stick in his gloved hands as it shuffles the puck back and forth]
[In an instant he turns and we finally get a look at the man’s face, it is none other then Marcus Trapier, but not as we have seen him before. His focus is undeniable, the world of dollars, women, business, and charm are far from this world. His form is flawless as he dances on his skates backwards drawing the puck with him]
[Behind him as he skates off we see a man walking towards this iced pond, he wears a grey trenchcoat, a pair of black sweatpants, and army boots. His dark hair is seemingly frozen in place]
[As he gets closer and we zoom in, we find that this man is none other then Jack. His hair stuck in place from the grease and his smiling teeth yellow as he continues to move towards the ice, where Marcus has left his zone and skates over to greet him]
Jack: Well, if it isn’t the wanna-be Gretzky?
[Trapier rolls his eyes]
Trapier: Please, I have more money then him.
[He smirks as he holds out his hand, which Jack shakes]
Trapier: So what’s this all about?
[Jack is hesitant, he takes a deep breath]
Jack: Well, Hordem is in the secure wing.
]Trapier smiles slyly as he moves a bit on his skates]
Trapier: Ok, that’s good… That’s what I wanted. Why the hesitation?
[Jack once again looks away in hesitation, obviously he’s beating around the bush at this moment]
Jack: He didn’t try to escape, he tried to kill himself.
[Trapier is taken back by this so much that he stumbles on his skates. He regains his composure, but lowers his voice]
Trapier: What? Why?
[Jack reaches into his pocket and pulls out several shards of large photographs. Immediately, we recognize them as the one’s of Lisa and Marcus together. The one’s the Minstrel showed William, a few weeks back]
Jack: It seems our friend, pushed him over the edge.
[After, removing his gloves Trapier flips through the pictures rapidly]
Jack: We were able to stabilize the situation and make it so she couldn’t see him to explain the situation, but I don’t know how long we can keep it like this.
[Trapier takes a deep breath, the steam leaves his lips as though he was letting out his own frustration]
Jack: What are you going to do?
[Trapier runs his hands through his hair, pulling back on it ever so slightly, then shaking it free]
Trapier: Something. Something.
[Cut away]
[Loud organ music blares out as the view of the inside of a church becomes clear. The pews a dark brown color with the lights from above shining off of them. The floor an off-white tile color also shines that same light. Along the walls of the church are the red cloth coverings of the confessional booths and just above them are stained glass portraits]
[As we move up the aisle the organ continues to blare and we can now see that there is a coffin just in front of the altar. It is open and it appears that there is someone inside of it, but we cannot make them out at first]
[After hearing the music for a moment, we now recognize it as circus theme music, just as we realize that we can now see that on top of the coffin lies the NAPW Provincial Title. Flowers lie all around the coffin and even one on top of that very title]
[We’re surprised to find that the Minstrel isn’t inside the coffin, but just a mannequin. After peering downward for a moment, we now spot the master of mischief himself standing above us as though he had just appeared. He stands over the casket with his arms raised. The music is killed]
[He wears a lime green cloak along with his mask and white gloves]
Minstrel: Ashes to ashes, passes to passes, gases to gases.
Minstrel: This world has been kind to Evan Cartwright, he got to act as lackey to Senor Casino and got to a bunch of great parties, he had a winning record within the squared circle, and he even got to team with me at one point. And he’s lucky because this little baby isn’t meant for him.
[He steps down from the stand walks around the other side of the casket, tapping the end of it as he passes it]
Minstrel: This fine looking ride is meant for someone else, but it could be a metaphor for your titleshot. I trust that you’re slightly more competent then Ravager and know what a metaphor is.
[He grabs a hold of the belt causing one the roses that resided on it to fall onto the mannequin inside]
Minstrel: You see Evan, you roll with that whole RatPack crew and I’ve never had a problem with you, boys. You do your thing, your whole we’re the most elite force in wrestling and Canadians are stupid thing. And I do my whole… Well, winning with a smile thing.
[He cackles as he pats the title on his shoulder]
Minstrel: In fact, I’ve done so much of my thing, that I haven’t gotten around to that whole losing thing yet. Excuse me…
[He turns to the mannequin in the casket]
Minstrel: Is this seat taken?
[He hops up and plops himself down on the casket]
Minstrel: Evan, it’s a shame we had to come to this little conflict, but this here…
[He rubs the belt with his glove then gives it a big kiss through his mask]
Minstrel: This is my shiny and I don’t want to let it out of my sight, my friend, because whenever I feel low…
[The organ music kicks in again with a sad, somber tune]
Minstrel: Yes, every once in a while I feel low too… This little bugger picks me up by just reminding me how bad someone like you wants it.
[He chuckles]
Minstrel: I know have a chance to keep you right where you belong, in the shadow of the RatPack, to keep you from taking your place in the perfect mold. How bad do you want that, my friend?
[He nods as the music is cut away]
Minstrel: That’s the key, my friend. I like to keep the smile on this face and you and all the little people begging for more…
[He turns once again towards the mannequin]
Minstrel: And as for you…
[He reaches in and pinches the cheek with his gloved hand]
Minstrel: You won’t be alone for long… I’m going to be bringing you a playmate very, very soon.
[He hops up and walks to the opening of the casket, he grabs the lid and peers in. He digs into his pocket and pulls out a Kermit the Frog Pez dispenser. He tosses it in]
Minstrel: Come Monday, as Cartwright’s title hopes disappear, your new best friend will suddenly appear.
[He closes the casket lid as we cut to darkness]
[As the camera finally comes into focus, we see it is none other then Lisa Hordem, who is undoubtedly here to visit her brother. Her light brown hair is straight and lies perfectly on her shoulders, which are covered by a white buttoned down shirt that fits her elegant figure perfectly. Her eyes are hidden behind a pair of glasses that give her an air of professionalism]
[As we zoom in on her face, we can see in her eyes that her mind isn’t exactly where it should be. This woman has been in a state of flux of late, she’s been so busy running around with Marcus that she hasn’t really had time to even feel sorry for her brother nevermind trace the events that lead up to this current situation]
[In her hands, she holds a couple of notebooks. William’s old writings from his high school and college days, she was hopeful that this might just trigger something about what’s happened here… It actually had been Marcus’ idea to attempt to do so]
[She shakes her head attempting to get him out for once, so that she can really concentrate on the moment at hand. The camera pans out to reveal the man that is helping her. It is a man we’ve seen before, who interacts with Jack at the hospital, his name is Ray. His white get-up is standard issue for the hospital]
[They reach the door and Ray takes out his keys and without hesitation, finds the one necessary right away. He sticks it in and turns…]
Ray: What the…
[He mutters this, Lisa is intrigued at first, but doesn’t want to become too curious. She looks in another direction down the hall as Ray examines the key and tries again and fails. He reaches to his side and picks up a walkie-talkie]
Ray: We’ve got a problem in room G-702, the door will not open with the assigned key.
[Lisa’s eyes go wide in a panic, but she remains speechless]
Voice: The patient was moved this morning to the secure wing for attempting to escape.
[Ray looks at Lisa, who’s eyes are now shrink-wrapped in tears, clutching the notebooks like they were the last remnants of her brother’s broken past and erased future]
[Cut away]
[Blades of steel cut across the flat smooth surface of the ice, with a sound that makes the spine tingle as the pieces fly at the camera lens and cover it as though a blizzard had just occurred]
[Switching angles we see the man, his black hair flying in the wind like a raven through the sky. His black sweats attire matches his black skates, a hockey stick in his gloved hands as it shuffles the puck back and forth]
[In an instant he turns and we finally get a look at the man’s face, it is none other then Marcus Trapier, but not as we have seen him before. His focus is undeniable, the world of dollars, women, business, and charm are far from this world. His form is flawless as he dances on his skates backwards drawing the puck with him]
[Behind him as he skates off we see a man walking towards this iced pond, he wears a grey trenchcoat, a pair of black sweatpants, and army boots. His dark hair is seemingly frozen in place]
[As he gets closer and we zoom in, we find that this man is none other then Jack. His hair stuck in place from the grease and his smiling teeth yellow as he continues to move towards the ice, where Marcus has left his zone and skates over to greet him]
Jack: Well, if it isn’t the wanna-be Gretzky?
[Trapier rolls his eyes]
Trapier: Please, I have more money then him.
[He smirks as he holds out his hand, which Jack shakes]
Trapier: So what’s this all about?
[Jack is hesitant, he takes a deep breath]
Jack: Well, Hordem is in the secure wing.
]Trapier smiles slyly as he moves a bit on his skates]
Trapier: Ok, that’s good… That’s what I wanted. Why the hesitation?
[Jack once again looks away in hesitation, obviously he’s beating around the bush at this moment]
Jack: He didn’t try to escape, he tried to kill himself.
[Trapier is taken back by this so much that he stumbles on his skates. He regains his composure, but lowers his voice]
Trapier: What? Why?
[Jack reaches into his pocket and pulls out several shards of large photographs. Immediately, we recognize them as the one’s of Lisa and Marcus together. The one’s the Minstrel showed William, a few weeks back]
Jack: It seems our friend, pushed him over the edge.
[After, removing his gloves Trapier flips through the pictures rapidly]
Jack: We were able to stabilize the situation and make it so she couldn’t see him to explain the situation, but I don’t know how long we can keep it like this.
[Trapier takes a deep breath, the steam leaves his lips as though he was letting out his own frustration]
Jack: What are you going to do?
[Trapier runs his hands through his hair, pulling back on it ever so slightly, then shaking it free]
Trapier: Something. Something.
[Cut away]
[Loud organ music blares out as the view of the inside of a church becomes clear. The pews a dark brown color with the lights from above shining off of them. The floor an off-white tile color also shines that same light. Along the walls of the church are the red cloth coverings of the confessional booths and just above them are stained glass portraits]
[As we move up the aisle the organ continues to blare and we can now see that there is a coffin just in front of the altar. It is open and it appears that there is someone inside of it, but we cannot make them out at first]
[After hearing the music for a moment, we now recognize it as circus theme music, just as we realize that we can now see that on top of the coffin lies the NAPW Provincial Title. Flowers lie all around the coffin and even one on top of that very title]
[We’re surprised to find that the Minstrel isn’t inside the coffin, but just a mannequin. After peering downward for a moment, we now spot the master of mischief himself standing above us as though he had just appeared. He stands over the casket with his arms raised. The music is killed]
[He wears a lime green cloak along with his mask and white gloves]
Minstrel: Ashes to ashes, passes to passes, gases to gases.
Minstrel: This world has been kind to Evan Cartwright, he got to act as lackey to Senor Casino and got to a bunch of great parties, he had a winning record within the squared circle, and he even got to team with me at one point. And he’s lucky because this little baby isn’t meant for him.
[He steps down from the stand walks around the other side of the casket, tapping the end of it as he passes it]
Minstrel: This fine looking ride is meant for someone else, but it could be a metaphor for your titleshot. I trust that you’re slightly more competent then Ravager and know what a metaphor is.
[He grabs a hold of the belt causing one the roses that resided on it to fall onto the mannequin inside]
Minstrel: You see Evan, you roll with that whole RatPack crew and I’ve never had a problem with you, boys. You do your thing, your whole we’re the most elite force in wrestling and Canadians are stupid thing. And I do my whole… Well, winning with a smile thing.
[He cackles as he pats the title on his shoulder]
Minstrel: In fact, I’ve done so much of my thing, that I haven’t gotten around to that whole losing thing yet. Excuse me…
[He turns to the mannequin in the casket]
Minstrel: Is this seat taken?
[He hops up and plops himself down on the casket]
Minstrel: Evan, it’s a shame we had to come to this little conflict, but this here…
[He rubs the belt with his glove then gives it a big kiss through his mask]
Minstrel: This is my shiny and I don’t want to let it out of my sight, my friend, because whenever I feel low…
[The organ music kicks in again with a sad, somber tune]
Minstrel: Yes, every once in a while I feel low too… This little bugger picks me up by just reminding me how bad someone like you wants it.
[He chuckles]
Minstrel: I know have a chance to keep you right where you belong, in the shadow of the RatPack, to keep you from taking your place in the perfect mold. How bad do you want that, my friend?
[He nods as the music is cut away]
Minstrel: That’s the key, my friend. I like to keep the smile on this face and you and all the little people begging for more…
[He turns once again towards the mannequin]
Minstrel: And as for you…
[He reaches in and pinches the cheek with his gloved hand]
Minstrel: You won’t be alone for long… I’m going to be bringing you a playmate very, very soon.
[He hops up and walks to the opening of the casket, he grabs the lid and peers in. He digs into his pocket and pulls out a Kermit the Frog Pez dispenser. He tosses it in]
Minstrel: Come Monday, as Cartwright’s title hopes disappear, your new best friend will suddenly appear.
[He closes the casket lid as we cut to darkness]