Post by Skyler Striker on Dec 9, 2006 20:58:05 GMT -5
The scene begins outside a hotel room, a hanger saying ‘Do Not Disturb’ on the outside. We pan left to the next room whose door is open. Inside are Dylan Ryder and Jayden Sarek – Lifeline. Dylan is dressed all in white and Jayden has street clothes on, and they are packing their bags to leave for the arena. Technically, only Jayden is packing, as Dylan is finished and is relaxing on his bed watching out the window, where one lone white dove flies. Jayden finally finishes and sits on his suitcase, locking it.
DR: You ready now?
JS: I suppose.
DR: Alright, you know what to do. Take our bags down, check out and get a taxi ready and waiting. Are we clear?
JS: Got it.
Jayden takes both bags and heads to the elevator while Dylan grins slowly and calls his dove back inside. The dove perches on the door handle which joins Lifeline’s room to the one next to it, which we say earlier. Dylan pulls a sledgehammer out from under the bed and calls the dove to his arm, which it flies to. Dylan swings his arms back and brings the hammer smashing through the door. The room adjoining is empty but trashed, with all of the contents of both member’s bags everywhere. Dylan sighs.
DR: So, this is where the Wal-Mart Liberation Front resides, huh?
He surveys the room and looks through a bit of stuff there, picking up a pair of girls panties from one pile of clothing.
DR: That’s just not cool. One of you guys has problems.
Dylan sighs and grabs his hammer, smashing both beds and the mirror of the room. The TV and fridge soon follow, and finally Dylan implants the hammer into the wall and leaves it hanging there.
DR: Mr. David Alastair and one Craig Shultz. The Wal-Mart Liberation Front. To be honest, I don’t have to give a damn about you. We’ve beaten you before and we’ll do it again tonight at Slam. You may have won tag team gold, so have we. We showed Disorder by Design that we are on their tails, and soon enough, we will catch up to them. You’re just a stepping stone for us.
The dove that Dylan has had on his arm drops a feather to the floor and Dylan picks it up, laying it on the floor.
DR: See you at Slam.
Dylan leaves and sprints down the hallway, rushing into the elevator with the dove on his arm. The doors close and Dylan arrives in the lobby with Jayden already having the taxi door open. Dylan jumps in and the taxi drives off, right as the proper door to the Wal-Mart Liberation Front is opened upstairs.
JS: So, did you get it done?
DR: No sweat.
JS: Cool. How did you get rid of the evidence?
DR: Ooooooohhhhhh crap.
The taxi drives into the distance as the scene ends.
DR: You ready now?
JS: I suppose.
DR: Alright, you know what to do. Take our bags down, check out and get a taxi ready and waiting. Are we clear?
JS: Got it.
Jayden takes both bags and heads to the elevator while Dylan grins slowly and calls his dove back inside. The dove perches on the door handle which joins Lifeline’s room to the one next to it, which we say earlier. Dylan pulls a sledgehammer out from under the bed and calls the dove to his arm, which it flies to. Dylan swings his arms back and brings the hammer smashing through the door. The room adjoining is empty but trashed, with all of the contents of both member’s bags everywhere. Dylan sighs.
DR: So, this is where the Wal-Mart Liberation Front resides, huh?
He surveys the room and looks through a bit of stuff there, picking up a pair of girls panties from one pile of clothing.
DR: That’s just not cool. One of you guys has problems.
Dylan sighs and grabs his hammer, smashing both beds and the mirror of the room. The TV and fridge soon follow, and finally Dylan implants the hammer into the wall and leaves it hanging there.
DR: Mr. David Alastair and one Craig Shultz. The Wal-Mart Liberation Front. To be honest, I don’t have to give a damn about you. We’ve beaten you before and we’ll do it again tonight at Slam. You may have won tag team gold, so have we. We showed Disorder by Design that we are on their tails, and soon enough, we will catch up to them. You’re just a stepping stone for us.
The dove that Dylan has had on his arm drops a feather to the floor and Dylan picks it up, laying it on the floor.
DR: See you at Slam.
Dylan leaves and sprints down the hallway, rushing into the elevator with the dove on his arm. The doors close and Dylan arrives in the lobby with Jayden already having the taxi door open. Dylan jumps in and the taxi drives off, right as the proper door to the Wal-Mart Liberation Front is opened upstairs.
JS: So, did you get it done?
DR: No sweat.
JS: Cool. How did you get rid of the evidence?
DR: Ooooooohhhhhh crap.
The taxi drives into the distance as the scene ends.
