Post by Kencedro on Dec 30, 2006 23:29:13 GMT -5
My life is anything but perfect
I’ve failed to taste success
I’d die to live your life
I aim for fame, and pray for glory
Your life
My dreams
Your final chapter
My turn
The shot opens up to a quiet looking outskirt of a tired city. The lights of buildings that seem top touch the skies slowly dim to a dud of darkness. As the city prepares for a period of slumber, the nocturnal life begins. The sidewalks are bare, except for the strange lady at the end of the street wearing too much make up. The traffic lights slowly flick from one color to the next, as the rest of the late night travelers head home to call it a day. A bright yellow taxi emerges from the shadows, as it comes to a halt at the end of siding road. The backseat door slowly opens.
Driver
Alright, here we are. You sure this is as far you want to go?
Infra-Red
Indeed, this is good enough.
Driver
Where are you staying tonight, kid?
Infra-Red
I have some relatives near by, but I have some business to attend to first.
Driver
Whatever…your toll is twenty four dollars, and ninety-three cents.
The sound of coins clinging together is faintly heard, before the conversation continues.
Infra-Red
Uh, here you go…twenty four dollars…and ninety…one…two…three cents. Thanks for the lift!
The driver eagerly counts his cash, as Infra-Red slowly steps out from inside of the taxi. He reaches back to grab his bags and slowly closes the door to the taxi. The traffic light switches to green, as the taxi driver speeds away into the distance. Infra-Red stands on the side of the road looking around at the new surroundings. Red quickly walks up onto the sidewalk, where he notices a rental store.
Infra-Red
Hmm, Little Joe’s Rentals.
Infra looks through the glass, as a mountain of televisions are stacked on one another all on the same channel. The pictures show current trendy commercials, but suddenly a familiar one plays. An add for the next WCF Sunday Night Slam.
Narrator
WCF says to hell with 2006, as they welcome in the New Year. Be there are four hopeful talents of the WCF roster battle for a chance to compete for the richest prize in the business. Disorder by Design will be looking for some retribution as they face the Walmart Liberation Front, as Skyler Striker defends his Hardcore Championship against the co-holder of the tag team titles, Thunder.
Also, two new men make their in ring debut against two familiar faces in the WCF.
Lady Voice
SO YOU LIKE THAT RASSLIN’ CRAP?!
Red nearly jumps out of his clothes when he hears the loud unfamiliar voice. Infra-Red jumps backwards stumbling into a set of trash cans knocking them both over causing a loud commotion. Red’s heart is nearly jumping out of his chest, as he pulls himself to his feet and franticly tries to set the trash cans back up.
Infra-Red
Yes I do. I’m a wrestler of some sorts.
Lady
A little runt like you…a wrestling…ha!
Infra-Red
Well, I have dreams to be a top competitor in America. But Rome wasn’t built in a day.
Lady
Rome? I thought we were talking about wrestling…?
Infra-Red
It’s an expression. But yes, I am a wrestling, and one day I will be a huge star. But I just have to start small. I’ve recently signed my first actual contract deal with a near by company. Maybe you’ve heard of them…it’s called World Championship Federation…it’s owned by a kind man name Seth…uh…Lerch I believe was his name.
The lady’s mind seems to drift in and out of the conversation, as she seems to be day dreaming as she looks cluelessly off into the distance. As Red finishes his sentence, the lady snaps back.
Lady
HUH…what? Oh yes, yes yes. Indeed.
Infra-Red
Yeah, I’m not in town for long. I was just arriving here to visit some close relatives that live nearby. And possible grab something to eat, but from what I see…
Red takes a moment and pauses in the middle of his sentence. Infra-Red looks around his surroundings at the possible self proclaimed restraints that fill the congested neighborhood.
Infra-Red
Big Bubba’s Burger Barn, and Joker Johnny’s Pizza Planet doesn’t quite fit what I had in mind, when I said that I was looking for a bite to eat.
Lady
Psht, you don’t know what real food is, until you let Johnny feed you some of his business. The inspectors gave him a C average. That’s the best place in town!
Infra-Red
I’d actually like to live through my match tomorrow, not be puking my brains out the entire time.
Lady
Suit ‘ya self, kid. So you got one of them fancy matches things those wrestling places have?
Infra-Red
Yes I do, I face a guy who won claims to be a king, a man who sports a kilt, and Mexican born wrestler who is changing his ways. So I have my handful, and this all goes down tomorrow night.
Lady
Mmh, I like those foreign men who wear them skirt things. Quite fashionable if you ask me!
Infra-Red looks a little confused, as he stares at the woman questioning her.
Lady
So you actually think that a little runt like you can beat three other people. You have to be kiiiiiiiiiding me!
The lady chuckles, as Red has a determined look in his eyes. Infra-Red clenches the handle to his rolling suitcase, as he rolls it slightly closer to it. Red taps his foot, as he clears his throat and the strange lady notices that he is serious.
Lady
Oh, you’re serious?
Red nods in agreement, as the lady looks rather embarrassed.
Lady
Well…I wish you luck kid. You’re going to need it.
Infra-Red
Lady, I’ve heard that all my life. But tomorrow night I meet Eric Kennedy, Conrad Howell, and Miguel Sanchez inside the WCF ring. And after the dust has settled, and the war has came to an end. Kennedy, Howell, or Sanchez won’t be the one left standing. Instead I will be the one standing tall over my lower opponents. With my arms raised in victory, and a win under my belt. I will make sure that 2007 will be the year…that Infra-Red will go all the way to top.
A brief silence falls upon the two, before Infra-Red winds the conversation to an end.
Infra-Red
Now, it’s getting later than I have expected. My family is probably wondering where I am.
Red slowly walks past the woman, with his rolling suitcase covering his tracks. Infra-Red is nearly halfway up the sidewalk before the odd woman turns around.
Lady
Hey kid…
Red reaches the end of the sidewalk, as he takes a quick look behind him.
Lady
Happy New Year, kid.
Red gives an innocent grin before he turns back and crosses the vacant street. The lights from the light poles slowly fade as the ahead sidewalk fades into the dark evening horizon. The shot slowly fades to darkness--
I’ve failed to taste success
I’d die to live your life
I aim for fame, and pray for glory
Your life
My dreams
Your final chapter
My turn
The shot opens up to a quiet looking outskirt of a tired city. The lights of buildings that seem top touch the skies slowly dim to a dud of darkness. As the city prepares for a period of slumber, the nocturnal life begins. The sidewalks are bare, except for the strange lady at the end of the street wearing too much make up. The traffic lights slowly flick from one color to the next, as the rest of the late night travelers head home to call it a day. A bright yellow taxi emerges from the shadows, as it comes to a halt at the end of siding road. The backseat door slowly opens.
Driver
Alright, here we are. You sure this is as far you want to go?
Infra-Red
Indeed, this is good enough.
Driver
Where are you staying tonight, kid?
Infra-Red
I have some relatives near by, but I have some business to attend to first.
Driver
Whatever…your toll is twenty four dollars, and ninety-three cents.
The sound of coins clinging together is faintly heard, before the conversation continues.
Infra-Red
Uh, here you go…twenty four dollars…and ninety…one…two…three cents. Thanks for the lift!
The driver eagerly counts his cash, as Infra-Red slowly steps out from inside of the taxi. He reaches back to grab his bags and slowly closes the door to the taxi. The traffic light switches to green, as the taxi driver speeds away into the distance. Infra-Red stands on the side of the road looking around at the new surroundings. Red quickly walks up onto the sidewalk, where he notices a rental store.
Infra-Red
Hmm, Little Joe’s Rentals.
Infra looks through the glass, as a mountain of televisions are stacked on one another all on the same channel. The pictures show current trendy commercials, but suddenly a familiar one plays. An add for the next WCF Sunday Night Slam.
Narrator
WCF says to hell with 2006, as they welcome in the New Year. Be there are four hopeful talents of the WCF roster battle for a chance to compete for the richest prize in the business. Disorder by Design will be looking for some retribution as they face the Walmart Liberation Front, as Skyler Striker defends his Hardcore Championship against the co-holder of the tag team titles, Thunder.
Also, two new men make their in ring debut against two familiar faces in the WCF.
Lady Voice
SO YOU LIKE THAT RASSLIN’ CRAP?!
Red nearly jumps out of his clothes when he hears the loud unfamiliar voice. Infra-Red jumps backwards stumbling into a set of trash cans knocking them both over causing a loud commotion. Red’s heart is nearly jumping out of his chest, as he pulls himself to his feet and franticly tries to set the trash cans back up.
Infra-Red
Yes I do. I’m a wrestler of some sorts.
Lady
A little runt like you…a wrestling…ha!
Infra-Red
Well, I have dreams to be a top competitor in America. But Rome wasn’t built in a day.
Lady
Rome? I thought we were talking about wrestling…?
Infra-Red
It’s an expression. But yes, I am a wrestling, and one day I will be a huge star. But I just have to start small. I’ve recently signed my first actual contract deal with a near by company. Maybe you’ve heard of them…it’s called World Championship Federation…it’s owned by a kind man name Seth…uh…Lerch I believe was his name.
The lady’s mind seems to drift in and out of the conversation, as she seems to be day dreaming as she looks cluelessly off into the distance. As Red finishes his sentence, the lady snaps back.
Lady
HUH…what? Oh yes, yes yes. Indeed.
Infra-Red
Yeah, I’m not in town for long. I was just arriving here to visit some close relatives that live nearby. And possible grab something to eat, but from what I see…
Red takes a moment and pauses in the middle of his sentence. Infra-Red looks around his surroundings at the possible self proclaimed restraints that fill the congested neighborhood.
Infra-Red
Big Bubba’s Burger Barn, and Joker Johnny’s Pizza Planet doesn’t quite fit what I had in mind, when I said that I was looking for a bite to eat.
Lady
Psht, you don’t know what real food is, until you let Johnny feed you some of his business. The inspectors gave him a C average. That’s the best place in town!
Infra-Red
I’d actually like to live through my match tomorrow, not be puking my brains out the entire time.
Lady
Suit ‘ya self, kid. So you got one of them fancy matches things those wrestling places have?
Infra-Red
Yes I do, I face a guy who won claims to be a king, a man who sports a kilt, and Mexican born wrestler who is changing his ways. So I have my handful, and this all goes down tomorrow night.
Lady
Mmh, I like those foreign men who wear them skirt things. Quite fashionable if you ask me!
Infra-Red looks a little confused, as he stares at the woman questioning her.
Lady
So you actually think that a little runt like you can beat three other people. You have to be kiiiiiiiiiding me!
The lady chuckles, as Red has a determined look in his eyes. Infra-Red clenches the handle to his rolling suitcase, as he rolls it slightly closer to it. Red taps his foot, as he clears his throat and the strange lady notices that he is serious.
Lady
Oh, you’re serious?
Red nods in agreement, as the lady looks rather embarrassed.
Lady
Well…I wish you luck kid. You’re going to need it.
Infra-Red
Lady, I’ve heard that all my life. But tomorrow night I meet Eric Kennedy, Conrad Howell, and Miguel Sanchez inside the WCF ring. And after the dust has settled, and the war has came to an end. Kennedy, Howell, or Sanchez won’t be the one left standing. Instead I will be the one standing tall over my lower opponents. With my arms raised in victory, and a win under my belt. I will make sure that 2007 will be the year…that Infra-Red will go all the way to top.
A brief silence falls upon the two, before Infra-Red winds the conversation to an end.
Infra-Red
Now, it’s getting later than I have expected. My family is probably wondering where I am.
Red slowly walks past the woman, with his rolling suitcase covering his tracks. Infra-Red is nearly halfway up the sidewalk before the odd woman turns around.
Lady
Hey kid…
Red reaches the end of the sidewalk, as he takes a quick look behind him.
Lady
Happy New Year, kid.
Red gives an innocent grin before he turns back and crosses the vacant street. The lights from the light poles slowly fade as the ahead sidewalk fades into the dark evening horizon. The shot slowly fades to darkness--
