Post by Caraid on Apr 10, 2015 0:33:13 GMT -5
ACT I “To Laugh and Dance”
Unknown Docks – Unknown Location – Assumed to be around 1994
Unknown Docks – Unknown Location – Assumed to be around 1994
Once again we travel to a place where the WCF Cameras can never go. Not even the drones and hidden cameras. We enter the mind of Konstantin Noskov, once known as the deadliest of the Krysha, and now known simply as “Connor”.
This scene is dark, gritty. The ground is soaked, either from rainfall, or from the sea. A large cargo ship blocks most of the sea, and hundreds of containers fill the dock. A small fire blazes from inside a large drum. Standing above it is a man wearing torn and dirty dark clothes, fingerless gloves, and with long black hair and long black beard. He warms his hands over the fire, occasionally turning to adjust some cardboard boxes and blankets as torn and dirty as his clothes. He wears a black watch cap with a large hole in the side.
The man doesn’t speak, not to anyone, and not even to himself. He only stands there, his thoughts to himself. The demons of his life dancing in the fire before him, his eyes fixated on them. He watches as they dance in the flames, taunting him with their music, the music of silence. No stranger to the tune, the man begins to find comfort in their song. He finds comfort in their dance, the dance of demons. In the chaos, in the destruction, he finds the beauty and feels bliss. Oh, to join in the dance! To move to the music as he is engulfed by the flames! The pain and suffering of this miserable life washed away by the cleansing fire. The man finds himself closer to the fire than before. A smile forms on his face, as the demons pull him further in. The warmth of the flames so close to his skin, he is so close to their warm embrace.
The music stops suddenly, the demons retreating from their dance. The man stands up straight, turning his head. He hears another sound, one all too familiar with him. It is the sound of men dragging another man. He hears voices, Russian voices. The sound of their voice forces the man to retreat to the shadows. He does not retreat out of fear, but out of wisdom. In the shadows he is unseen, but can see.
He watches as the Russians drag an unconscious man across the docks. There are four men, two are dragging the body, while the other two are simply following behind. The two following are holding bright nickel plated 1911 Colt Pistols. The group stops just short of the sea. One of the men motions for the other to lift the body into a seated position. The man is unrecognizable, blood runs down his face and flows down to his belly. Though covered in blood, and close to Death’s door, the body is smiling with a perpetual grin. His eyes are nearly swollen shut, but he keeps them open, staring down at his assassins.
One of the Russians raises his pistol, resting the barrel on the temple of the smiling body. The demons must be dancing again, as the man finds himself moving forward, grasping the gun hand of the assassin. He pushes inward as his foot collides with the side of the assassin’s knee, bending it in an unnatural position. The man’s hand slides down the assassin’s arm, and grabs the pistol. Following the flow of the music, the man begins to gun down the remaining Russians. He is quick, and they are slow to react. Lead merges with skin and bones, and releases the blood from its victims. The dance is quick, the music brief, all is over. All that remains is the man and the body, one unable to speak, the other in a permanent smile. Ursus has found Gwynplaine.
ACT II "A Fake Southern Accent"
Daniel’s Gym – Anchorage, Alaska – February 9th, 2015
Daniel’s Gym – Anchorage, Alaska – February 9th, 2015
Our scene opens with Konstantin “Connor” Noskov, Charles “Charlie” Anderson, and the newest member of the Dark Riders Gang, Danny Anderson, sitting inside the Daniel’s Gym in Anchorage, Alaska. Sweat pours down their heads, clear signs of an intense workout and training session. Their trainer, Ian MacDonald, walks into an office within the gym. The WCF Cameraman turns to Charlie, and waits patiently.
Charles “Charlie” Anderson: I suppose you’re here for an interview.
He receives no response, but nods as if in reply.
Charles “Charlie” Anderson: Yes, I know. Seth wants us to start working with you boys a bit more. Do our interviews like good little boys. Don’t worry, we won’t give you a hard time, well, not right now anyway.
Charlie stands up, and walks to the door, looking out to the city.
Charles “Charlie” Anderson: So, now we’re on to our third match in the W-C-F. This time we’re joined by my nephew, Danny, as we take on quite an interesting bunch. We are up against “The New Freebirds”. Seeing how they have no relation to the Freebirds, they’re more of “The New Tag Team that can’t come up with an original name”. Led by the fabulous Adam Young, and featuring some very interesting new wrestlers.
Some guy calling himself “White Trash” Jim Bubba Beam. Really, did you throw “Bubba” into your name to avoid a lawsuit with Jim Beam? If so, I don’t think it’s going to work out too well for you. You’ll either be sued out of existence soon, or you’re already sued out of existence and someone forgot to notify the company. Even if by some miracle you’re still here, you are not any kind of threat. I mean really, all I have to do is dangle a six pack in front of your nose and you’ll go everywhere I tell you to.
Next we have “Kinfolk” Jefferson Davis. What, was “Cousin Fucker” Jack Jimmy Daniels already taken? Not a fan of Jack Daniels maybe? Maybe you just wanted to be another stereotypical Redneck character and the only name from the Civil War you remember other than Robert E. Lee and Ulysses S. Grant was Jefferson Davis. Oh Jefferson Davis, the man who won the war, for the Yankees. Damn fine name to give yourself, as that’s exactly who you’re working for; the Yankees. You see, Jefferson Davis was a horrible President, who put his own personal friendships above that of his country, resulting in that idiot Braxton Bragg keeping his job as commander of the Army of Tennessee, and getting thousands upon thousands of good Southern men killed for no fucking reason.
Charlie stops for a moment, collecting himself.
Charles “Charlie” Anderson: Next up we have “The Villain” Adam Young himself. This is a guy running around like the stereotypical redneck, completely unaware of the history he’s shitting on. He carries around the polyester “rebel flag”, never really understanding that he is actually carrying the Navy Jack of an actual country that existed one hundred and fifty years ago.
What is your deal, Adam? You imagine yourself as some tough punk who can take anyone on? You’re not exactly proving yourself here Adam. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you even win a match here. You know, you keep saying “Good guys don’t win in the real world”. Um, yes they do. Good guys win all the time. Sure, bad guys win too, but plenty of times we’ve heard of the bad guy getting what they deserve. I know you like to pretend you’re Southern, but have you ever seen Southern Justice here Adam? Especially in places like Texas, the bodies of bad guys usually ended up swinging from a tree. Damn son, I’m from Scotland and I still know about that old hanging tree.
You’re just a guy that likes to talk shit, and never really having the courage, or the skill, to back it up. So do us all a favour son, keep your horseshit filled mouth closed, come down to the ring, accept your beating like a man, and do something to fix your life and pull you out of the trailor park. You’re a professional wrestler in the big time promotion now, stop spending the money on your massive purchases of Sudafed.
Charlie turns around to see Ian MacDonald walking out of the office. He looks towards Connor and Danny.
Charles “Charlie” Anderson: Alright, enough of a break. Back to training.
As the crew start walking back out to the gym’s ring, Charlie looks back at the camera one last time.
Charles “Charlie” Anderson: Bye.
Our scene ends with the trio climbing in the ring with their trainer, ready to learn even more for their upcoming match
