Post by Dean James on Aug 18, 2007 23:25:49 GMT -5
The scene opens in the city streets of Melbourne, a place where the night never ends. Lights illuminate the city with random variations of rainbow colors, buildings tower over, trapping its unsuspecting victims in the clutches of the city.
The city is nowhere near silent, different pieces of music is heard from many separate locations, voices are heard from passing buildings, drunks are idle stumbling up the street and the homeless lay in gutters, alleys, side streets and many other various places where these people can find shelter from the heat of the night.
The recesses of the night wash over the city like some hooded figure floating over the city with its cold, death-like presence or like a transparent ghost floating through the dark and murky graveyard where their decaying body has been buried.
The night is a beautiful one, and the day before was what some people may view as the perfect day. The weather was warm, but not warm enough to turn on the air conditioner, a cool breeze was present throughout the whole day which helped keep the level of the weather at a perfect temperature. Now a day like this may be believed to not have a cloud in sight, but that is not the case here, the white, puffy clouds that float around in the sky like cotton wool in a river are presence way up high in the blue ocean-like sky.
This night of all nights was a spectacular night to end the beautiful day. Nothing could absolutely go wrong; absolutely nothing could ruin these last perfect twenty four hours or so of pure perfection.
The scene rounds up into a city street, the place is illuminated so much by the streetlights of the street and the rainbow-like colors emulating from the many buildings where the partying still rages on that it seems like it is still daytime.
A group of people are scattered out in front one of the buildings, it seems to be a night club because music is booming from inside. A man can dominantly be seen standing outside the club, on the curb of the road. He seems to be waiting for something, or someone.
The man is wearing a black shirt, red is the dominantly color on the shit, a logo is placed on the middle of the shirt, it is in the shape of a plus sign, except the ends of each corner of the plus sign seem to stretch out so that the top of the corner is twice as large as the bottom of the corner. A man can be seen screaming from inside of this crucifix plus sign, and letterform is displayed on the inside of the cross, just above the screaming man’s forehead, some of the words have been cut off by the edge of the crucifix plus sign coming to an end before the letterform can, the pieces of each of the words you can see reads on top ‘Ripl’ and then below it ‘He Ga’.
The man has on a pair of black jeans and black and white sneakers, the street may be illuminated by the many lights being displayed but it is night time, the man is wearing a pair of shades during the time of darkness.
The man looks frustrated and keeps pacing up and down the curb of the road, waiting for whatever there is to come. A bottle stands tall on the concrete ground of the street pathway, the man runs at the bottle and kicks it with anger and frustration boiling inside of him, the bottle goes flying and smashes into piece on a wall a few feet away. One of the bounces guarding the entrance of the club looks up to see who caused this disturbance, the bouncer doesn’t care and continues to guard the entrance of the club as a group of drunken teens approaches the entrance to the club.
One of the drunken teens advances straight at the bouncer and tries to enter the club, the bouncer pushes him aside.
‘Where is your ID mate?’
‘ID, why do I need ID?’ replies the drunken teen
‘No ID, no entry, its just that simple’
‘What if I refuse to show you any ID, what will you do then?’
‘This’ replies the bouncer
The bouncer picks up the drunken teen by the scruff of his collar and throws him to the concrete floor below. The drunken teen’s mates huddle around the drunken teen, trying to help him to his feet. The drunken teen rises to his feet slowly and then staggers away, the teens follow in pursuit.
‘Don’t take his shit’ replies one of the drunken mates friends
‘Just leave it Larry, we will get in, I guarantee it’
The drunken teens turn down a side alley and disappear into the darkness of the night.
The man on the curb was watching this disturbance. He is now pacing up and down the curb again waiting for whatever is meant to arrive.
Suddenly a limousine speeds into the street and screeches to a halt in front of the man, the front door opens and the limo diver clambers out, he then opens the back door of the limo and the man on the curb enters without saying a word to the limo driver. The limo driver shuts the back door once the man has entered and then he advances towards the front door and hops into the limo. The scene fades to black as the limo speeds away into the night.
The scene reopens in another street located somewhere else in the city. To the left are many buildings lined up next to each other one by one, a road on the left splits the set of buildings in two in the middle, it leads to a dead end, the street is used to enter the back way into the buildings and factories located down the street.
On the left there is a hotel that takes up most of the left hand side of the scene, another road up at the end of the hotel leads off in the other direction, it takes its victims further and further into the maze of the Melbourne city.
Suddenly a limo screams from out of the road at the end of the hotel, it runs over the curb on the wrong side of the road and then parks awkwardly in front of the hotel. The limo driver gets out and heads towards the back door, the back door suddenly springs open, almost knocking over the limo driver, the man inside the limo steps out and we realize now that it is Dean James.
Dean James slams the door behind him and then gets in the face of the limo driver
Dean James: Okay, what’s your excuse this time?
Limo Driver: What do you mean sir?
Dean James: What do I, what do I! What do I mean? Are you fucking retarded? You honestly don’t know what I am talking about? Let me put it plain and simply so that your redneck mid can comprehend it. I waited out the front of that club yet again for over an hour waiting for you to arrive and cater me home. One hour man! I am sick of this shit, I don’t care what is going on in your life at the moment, business is business and you have to be a professional during the good times and the bad times…
Limo Driver: I know sir, I really have been trying to deal with all this stuff going on in my life at the moment and I have been trying to be a professional with my profession at the same time…
Dean James: Well why were you late then?
Limo Driver: The reason is that…
Dean James: No, do not bore me with your petty excuses. If you can’t be a professional and deal with the shit going on with your life at the same time then I think it is time that things change, you obviously are emotionally distraught over all these problems in your life so there is no other option.
Dean James looks at the limo and then at the hotel
Dean James: (yelling) YOU’RE FIRED!!!
Limo Driver: No, no, please no sir, I can do better, I can cope, please do not fire me, I need this job
Dean James: Sort yourself out man, get a grip on reality and get yourself fixed up. You really need to have some time to yourself right now and this is the best thing for me to do…
Limo Driver: I need the job sir, I need the money
Dean James: I understand that, get your problems sorted out and I may consider rehiring yourself once you are back to one hundred per cent shape and you are emotionally stable, and that’s if I decide to reconsider hiring you back. Now go.
The limo driver walks back towards the limo and begins to get in
Dean James: What are you doing? That’s my personal limo, you can’t drive that anymore. Wait out here while I call you a cab, it should be here in the next half an hour
Dean James pulls his mobile phone out of his pocket and calls for a cab for the limo driver; the phone is dialing as Dean James enters the hotel. The limo river is left out on the street waiting for the cab that may never come, he cannot even be sue if Dean James is calling a cab, he has to just trust his instincts and trust his former boss. The scene fades as the limo driver sits down on the grass waiting for a cab, it is early sunrise and the sun is beginning to wake up, the sunrise looms over the hotel to discover a distorted, emotional man sitting on the grass waiting for a cab
The scene reopens in a hotel room. The room is illuminated by a single bed-side lamp and the light emitting from the television screen. A double bed rests in the centre of the room with the head of the bed against the left hand side wall; the double bed has blue sheets that are hanging lopsided over the edge of the bed. It seems like somebody had recently been occupy the double bed.
On either side of the double bed is a bed side table, the bed side table on the left hand side of the bed has the bright bed-side lamp which emits light into the room, and on the right side bed-side table is a clock radio and a mobile phone. The clock radio reads 8:34PM.
Its to extinguish anything in the dimness of the room but from what we can tell the walls are a creamy pink color. The carpet below is also a creamy pink color.
A television cabinet is placed in front of the double bed so that there is about a meter between the end of the bed and the television cabinet, the television cabinet is a mahogany brown color. Inside the cabinet is a DVD/VCR player, and a few DVDs and videos. On top of the television cabinet is obviously a television, a black Sony plasma.
A man walks into the hotel room, he is wearing a black shirt and green khaki shorts. The man is also wearing black Oakley shades which he takes off and places on the bed side table on the left. Now that the man’s shades are off we realize the man’s true identity, it is the WGWF Tag Team Champion, Dean James.
Dean James advances towards the door and then turns the light switch on. Now that the light switch is on there is no need for the bed-side lamp to be turned on so Dean James turns it off.
Dean James pulls a suitcase out from underneath the double bed and begins throwing stuff into it, shirts, pants, socks, and anything else that needs to be packed.
Dean James: Oh shit, where is it, here is my Tag Team Championship?
Dean James begins upturning the hotel room to try and find his WGWF Tag Team Championship
Dean James: Finally this battle will come to an end, a battle that began with a student evolving to rise up and succeed over their own teacher, a battle that has been going on for the most part of the summer, a battle that will come to an end at Armageddon III.
Dean James: M.D.K, you think that by making our match at Armageddon III a First Blood Ladder Match that my confidence level will drop and that I would be intimidated by these kind of circumstances but I have been in much more extreme battles than this one.
Dean James: What better place to have this match than at Armageddon III, a place where the final conflict of battle between good and evil comes to an end. At Armageddon the final encounter will emerge and the better man will walk out the victor.
Dean James begins looking under the double bed for his WGWF Tag Team Championship
Dean James: I am sick of your one piece antics M.D.K, your common abusive epithets bore me and your lame ass quotes are just a pathetic excuse to hide the fact that you possess a personality of a chimp.
Dean James: I have heard the same shit from you over and over again M.D.K, hire a writer and find yourself some new material, hire Jimmy and Joe for all I care because as of right now all I hear coming out of the orifice you call a mouth is merely musty old antediluvian comments you call punctuality.
Dean James begins looking in a wardrobe to the left of the bed to see if his WGWF Tag Team Championship ended up in there.
Dean James: You still seem to believe in that manipulated mind of yours that I do nothing more than blab about my past. Now I don’t know what you are hearing but there is nothing more important to me than the future success that I will possess in the near future. Now seriously I don’t think you can say shit about talking about the past when our match at Armageddon III is nothing more than a replica of the past. Do you seriously think that the past will repeat itself in the future? Do you really think that another singles title will fall from my grasp and the hands of you when I am so near to possessing it? You have got to be kidding me, now if that’s really the way you feel then you are going to be so solemnly mistaken when I beat you to a bloody pulp, climb the ladder and grab the Intercontinental Championship from your undeserving hands.
Dean James: You are a walking time bomb M.D.K, you constantly tick and at any moment you may explode, it just matter of when. On Brawl I did a number on your collar bone which led to you needing surgery to put it back in place. Now you claim that you are some sort of superhero and recovered to within one hundred per cent in a mere matter of days but I say that is just a cock-and-bull story to cover up the huge target that is currently tattooed on your collar bone.
Dean James: Come Armageddon that target on your collar bone will be your ultimate downfall and if you think that I won’t go after that weak point of your arsenal you are dead wrong. What stupid son of a bitch wouldn’t capitalize on an injury like that, it is a part of the art of wrestling to be able to pinpoint a weak spot in an opponent. Come Armageddon III I guarantee you that I will put you out of action, I will damage that collar bone so severely that there will be no way of you making a return. Just back out while you still can M.D.K because I know that you know as well as I do and everybody else does that come Armageddon III that walking time bomb will explode and you will go down like a mother fucking table exploding on impact. The cards are set and the stakes have been set and the cards read total annihilation from me to you M.D.K.
Dean James: Once the smoke has cleared and the aftermath has appeared it will not be you standing tall on top of the eight-rung ladder like at Hardcore Hell. It will be me standing tall over your lifeless body, holding the WGWF Tag Team Championship over my left shoulder and the Intercontinental Championship over my right shoulder. I do not need to dream about this concept M.D.K because I know I am merely days away from the occurrence of this event. M.D.K, for me, losing is not an option. With my head held high and two championships in my possession I will prove to everyone that the inferiority that you claim does not amount to me, but evidently belongs to you. M.D.K your words will be your downfall because come Armageddon III it will not be I that is inferior to you M.D.K, it will be you that is inferior to me.
Suddenly someone knocks on the door of the hotel room, a lady walks in, she has a golden championship belt in her hand.
Dean James: What the hell are you doing with that?
‘I found it in the lounge room downstairs, I was going to hand it to the lost and found but someone downstairs told me it belongs to you’
Dean James: That’s damn right
‘It’s a great looking belt, it is so golden and shiny, where did you get it from?’
Dean James: Its not just something you can buy from any old market you idiot, you have to earn something like this, this is a championship belt known as the WGWF Tag Team Championship, something that some one inferior like you will never possess, now get out of here and bring me up a bottle of champagne
‘Right away sir’
The lady leaves the hotel room. Dean James walks over to the door and switches off the light, he then stumbles towards the bed-side lamp and switches it on, he then climbs into the double bed and watches a bit of television. The scene then fades.
The city is nowhere near silent, different pieces of music is heard from many separate locations, voices are heard from passing buildings, drunks are idle stumbling up the street and the homeless lay in gutters, alleys, side streets and many other various places where these people can find shelter from the heat of the night.
The recesses of the night wash over the city like some hooded figure floating over the city with its cold, death-like presence or like a transparent ghost floating through the dark and murky graveyard where their decaying body has been buried.
The night is a beautiful one, and the day before was what some people may view as the perfect day. The weather was warm, but not warm enough to turn on the air conditioner, a cool breeze was present throughout the whole day which helped keep the level of the weather at a perfect temperature. Now a day like this may be believed to not have a cloud in sight, but that is not the case here, the white, puffy clouds that float around in the sky like cotton wool in a river are presence way up high in the blue ocean-like sky.
This night of all nights was a spectacular night to end the beautiful day. Nothing could absolutely go wrong; absolutely nothing could ruin these last perfect twenty four hours or so of pure perfection.
The scene rounds up into a city street, the place is illuminated so much by the streetlights of the street and the rainbow-like colors emulating from the many buildings where the partying still rages on that it seems like it is still daytime.
A group of people are scattered out in front one of the buildings, it seems to be a night club because music is booming from inside. A man can dominantly be seen standing outside the club, on the curb of the road. He seems to be waiting for something, or someone.
The man is wearing a black shirt, red is the dominantly color on the shit, a logo is placed on the middle of the shirt, it is in the shape of a plus sign, except the ends of each corner of the plus sign seem to stretch out so that the top of the corner is twice as large as the bottom of the corner. A man can be seen screaming from inside of this crucifix plus sign, and letterform is displayed on the inside of the cross, just above the screaming man’s forehead, some of the words have been cut off by the edge of the crucifix plus sign coming to an end before the letterform can, the pieces of each of the words you can see reads on top ‘Ripl’ and then below it ‘He Ga’.
The man has on a pair of black jeans and black and white sneakers, the street may be illuminated by the many lights being displayed but it is night time, the man is wearing a pair of shades during the time of darkness.
The man looks frustrated and keeps pacing up and down the curb of the road, waiting for whatever there is to come. A bottle stands tall on the concrete ground of the street pathway, the man runs at the bottle and kicks it with anger and frustration boiling inside of him, the bottle goes flying and smashes into piece on a wall a few feet away. One of the bounces guarding the entrance of the club looks up to see who caused this disturbance, the bouncer doesn’t care and continues to guard the entrance of the club as a group of drunken teens approaches the entrance to the club.
One of the drunken teens advances straight at the bouncer and tries to enter the club, the bouncer pushes him aside.
‘Where is your ID mate?’
‘ID, why do I need ID?’ replies the drunken teen
‘No ID, no entry, its just that simple’
‘What if I refuse to show you any ID, what will you do then?’
‘This’ replies the bouncer
The bouncer picks up the drunken teen by the scruff of his collar and throws him to the concrete floor below. The drunken teen’s mates huddle around the drunken teen, trying to help him to his feet. The drunken teen rises to his feet slowly and then staggers away, the teens follow in pursuit.
‘Don’t take his shit’ replies one of the drunken mates friends
‘Just leave it Larry, we will get in, I guarantee it’
The drunken teens turn down a side alley and disappear into the darkness of the night.
The man on the curb was watching this disturbance. He is now pacing up and down the curb again waiting for whatever is meant to arrive.
Suddenly a limousine speeds into the street and screeches to a halt in front of the man, the front door opens and the limo diver clambers out, he then opens the back door of the limo and the man on the curb enters without saying a word to the limo driver. The limo driver shuts the back door once the man has entered and then he advances towards the front door and hops into the limo. The scene fades to black as the limo speeds away into the night.
The scene reopens in another street located somewhere else in the city. To the left are many buildings lined up next to each other one by one, a road on the left splits the set of buildings in two in the middle, it leads to a dead end, the street is used to enter the back way into the buildings and factories located down the street.
On the left there is a hotel that takes up most of the left hand side of the scene, another road up at the end of the hotel leads off in the other direction, it takes its victims further and further into the maze of the Melbourne city.
Suddenly a limo screams from out of the road at the end of the hotel, it runs over the curb on the wrong side of the road and then parks awkwardly in front of the hotel. The limo driver gets out and heads towards the back door, the back door suddenly springs open, almost knocking over the limo driver, the man inside the limo steps out and we realize now that it is Dean James.
Dean James slams the door behind him and then gets in the face of the limo driver
Dean James: Okay, what’s your excuse this time?
Limo Driver: What do you mean sir?
Dean James: What do I, what do I! What do I mean? Are you fucking retarded? You honestly don’t know what I am talking about? Let me put it plain and simply so that your redneck mid can comprehend it. I waited out the front of that club yet again for over an hour waiting for you to arrive and cater me home. One hour man! I am sick of this shit, I don’t care what is going on in your life at the moment, business is business and you have to be a professional during the good times and the bad times…
Limo Driver: I know sir, I really have been trying to deal with all this stuff going on in my life at the moment and I have been trying to be a professional with my profession at the same time…
Dean James: Well why were you late then?
Limo Driver: The reason is that…
Dean James: No, do not bore me with your petty excuses. If you can’t be a professional and deal with the shit going on with your life at the same time then I think it is time that things change, you obviously are emotionally distraught over all these problems in your life so there is no other option.
Dean James looks at the limo and then at the hotel
Dean James: (yelling) YOU’RE FIRED!!!
Limo Driver: No, no, please no sir, I can do better, I can cope, please do not fire me, I need this job
Dean James: Sort yourself out man, get a grip on reality and get yourself fixed up. You really need to have some time to yourself right now and this is the best thing for me to do…
Limo Driver: I need the job sir, I need the money
Dean James: I understand that, get your problems sorted out and I may consider rehiring yourself once you are back to one hundred per cent shape and you are emotionally stable, and that’s if I decide to reconsider hiring you back. Now go.
The limo driver walks back towards the limo and begins to get in
Dean James: What are you doing? That’s my personal limo, you can’t drive that anymore. Wait out here while I call you a cab, it should be here in the next half an hour
Dean James pulls his mobile phone out of his pocket and calls for a cab for the limo driver; the phone is dialing as Dean James enters the hotel. The limo river is left out on the street waiting for the cab that may never come, he cannot even be sue if Dean James is calling a cab, he has to just trust his instincts and trust his former boss. The scene fades as the limo driver sits down on the grass waiting for a cab, it is early sunrise and the sun is beginning to wake up, the sunrise looms over the hotel to discover a distorted, emotional man sitting on the grass waiting for a cab
The scene reopens in a hotel room. The room is illuminated by a single bed-side lamp and the light emitting from the television screen. A double bed rests in the centre of the room with the head of the bed against the left hand side wall; the double bed has blue sheets that are hanging lopsided over the edge of the bed. It seems like somebody had recently been occupy the double bed.
On either side of the double bed is a bed side table, the bed side table on the left hand side of the bed has the bright bed-side lamp which emits light into the room, and on the right side bed-side table is a clock radio and a mobile phone. The clock radio reads 8:34PM.
Its to extinguish anything in the dimness of the room but from what we can tell the walls are a creamy pink color. The carpet below is also a creamy pink color.
A television cabinet is placed in front of the double bed so that there is about a meter between the end of the bed and the television cabinet, the television cabinet is a mahogany brown color. Inside the cabinet is a DVD/VCR player, and a few DVDs and videos. On top of the television cabinet is obviously a television, a black Sony plasma.
A man walks into the hotel room, he is wearing a black shirt and green khaki shorts. The man is also wearing black Oakley shades which he takes off and places on the bed side table on the left. Now that the man’s shades are off we realize the man’s true identity, it is the WGWF Tag Team Champion, Dean James.
Dean James advances towards the door and then turns the light switch on. Now that the light switch is on there is no need for the bed-side lamp to be turned on so Dean James turns it off.
Dean James pulls a suitcase out from underneath the double bed and begins throwing stuff into it, shirts, pants, socks, and anything else that needs to be packed.
Dean James: Oh shit, where is it, here is my Tag Team Championship?
Dean James begins upturning the hotel room to try and find his WGWF Tag Team Championship
Dean James: Finally this battle will come to an end, a battle that began with a student evolving to rise up and succeed over their own teacher, a battle that has been going on for the most part of the summer, a battle that will come to an end at Armageddon III.
Dean James: M.D.K, you think that by making our match at Armageddon III a First Blood Ladder Match that my confidence level will drop and that I would be intimidated by these kind of circumstances but I have been in much more extreme battles than this one.
Dean James: What better place to have this match than at Armageddon III, a place where the final conflict of battle between good and evil comes to an end. At Armageddon the final encounter will emerge and the better man will walk out the victor.
Dean James begins looking under the double bed for his WGWF Tag Team Championship
Dean James: I am sick of your one piece antics M.D.K, your common abusive epithets bore me and your lame ass quotes are just a pathetic excuse to hide the fact that you possess a personality of a chimp.
Dean James: I have heard the same shit from you over and over again M.D.K, hire a writer and find yourself some new material, hire Jimmy and Joe for all I care because as of right now all I hear coming out of the orifice you call a mouth is merely musty old antediluvian comments you call punctuality.
Dean James begins looking in a wardrobe to the left of the bed to see if his WGWF Tag Team Championship ended up in there.
Dean James: You still seem to believe in that manipulated mind of yours that I do nothing more than blab about my past. Now I don’t know what you are hearing but there is nothing more important to me than the future success that I will possess in the near future. Now seriously I don’t think you can say shit about talking about the past when our match at Armageddon III is nothing more than a replica of the past. Do you seriously think that the past will repeat itself in the future? Do you really think that another singles title will fall from my grasp and the hands of you when I am so near to possessing it? You have got to be kidding me, now if that’s really the way you feel then you are going to be so solemnly mistaken when I beat you to a bloody pulp, climb the ladder and grab the Intercontinental Championship from your undeserving hands.
Dean James: You are a walking time bomb M.D.K, you constantly tick and at any moment you may explode, it just matter of when. On Brawl I did a number on your collar bone which led to you needing surgery to put it back in place. Now you claim that you are some sort of superhero and recovered to within one hundred per cent in a mere matter of days but I say that is just a cock-and-bull story to cover up the huge target that is currently tattooed on your collar bone.
Dean James: Come Armageddon that target on your collar bone will be your ultimate downfall and if you think that I won’t go after that weak point of your arsenal you are dead wrong. What stupid son of a bitch wouldn’t capitalize on an injury like that, it is a part of the art of wrestling to be able to pinpoint a weak spot in an opponent. Come Armageddon III I guarantee you that I will put you out of action, I will damage that collar bone so severely that there will be no way of you making a return. Just back out while you still can M.D.K because I know that you know as well as I do and everybody else does that come Armageddon III that walking time bomb will explode and you will go down like a mother fucking table exploding on impact. The cards are set and the stakes have been set and the cards read total annihilation from me to you M.D.K.
Dean James: Once the smoke has cleared and the aftermath has appeared it will not be you standing tall on top of the eight-rung ladder like at Hardcore Hell. It will be me standing tall over your lifeless body, holding the WGWF Tag Team Championship over my left shoulder and the Intercontinental Championship over my right shoulder. I do not need to dream about this concept M.D.K because I know I am merely days away from the occurrence of this event. M.D.K, for me, losing is not an option. With my head held high and two championships in my possession I will prove to everyone that the inferiority that you claim does not amount to me, but evidently belongs to you. M.D.K your words will be your downfall because come Armageddon III it will not be I that is inferior to you M.D.K, it will be you that is inferior to me.
Suddenly someone knocks on the door of the hotel room, a lady walks in, she has a golden championship belt in her hand.
Dean James: What the hell are you doing with that?
‘I found it in the lounge room downstairs, I was going to hand it to the lost and found but someone downstairs told me it belongs to you’
Dean James: That’s damn right
‘It’s a great looking belt, it is so golden and shiny, where did you get it from?’
Dean James: Its not just something you can buy from any old market you idiot, you have to earn something like this, this is a championship belt known as the WGWF Tag Team Championship, something that some one inferior like you will never possess, now get out of here and bring me up a bottle of champagne
‘Right away sir’
The lady leaves the hotel room. Dean James walks over to the door and switches off the light, he then stumbles towards the bed-side lamp and switches it on, he then climbs into the double bed and watches a bit of television. The scene then fades.