Post by lost on Nov 29, 2015 17:18:34 GMT -5
On a moonless crisp November night on a dark unlit leaf covered road is where we start our story, as cliché as that it is I suppose it is fitting. The road starts to illuminate as the lone car on the road approaches. The vehicle is traveling at a reckless speed, probably a good indication of the mental state of person who is driving. As the dark colored car approaches, the stillness of the night is broken by a foreign noise.
Clink. Clink. Clink. Clink.
The car passes in a blur and a whirlwind of leaves is thrown in to the air. As the red lights shrink in to the black obyss of night is pierced by a.....
SCREEEEEECHHH.........
Followed by a
CRUNCH!
The commotion came on as sudden as it disappeared. The autumn night reclaimed the road with its eerie aura only this scenery has the addition of one black Lincoln Town car crashed in to a guard rail.
20 Minutes Before Crash
A pair of blood stained hands grip a steering wheel as if they are the only thing keeping the driver from falling off a cliff.
A ring tone starts to echo through the car.
The light from the cellphone exposes the driver's silolouette with the face of Patrilli. His emotionless face doesn't even grimace as he fumbles for his phone. The light of cell reveals faded blood stains on his white dress shirt and face as it travels to his ear.
Patrilli: Hello.
Inaudible voice from the phone
Patrilli: Yes it is done.
Inaudible voice from the phone
Patrilli: WHAT! You told me to handled it so I did.
Inaudible voice from the phone.
Patrilli: I know but....
Inaudible voice from the phone
Patrilli: I don't know if that is necessary....
Inaudible voice from the phone
Patrilli: Fine, I tell you....
2 Hours Before The Crash.
Inside a dimly lit ball room a bride and groom sit at a sweetheart table completely infatuated with each other. They are love struck and almost oblivious that they are surrounded by their closest friend, relatives and the few obligated guest that they invited. The couple's trance like state is suddenly broken by the sound of clinking glasses. Even though it was at least the 14th time this evening the couple smiled and blushed before they kiss as if it was their first time. A few of the guest shout out cat calls. The band is playing a low soft tune as the guest finish up their dinners. In a far corner of the room a disheveled looking man, sporting a untucked white dress shirt and wrinkled black slacks, inconspicuously slips in to the reception. However the middle aged heavy set man didn't go unnoticed. Perhaps it was because of the glow of his cell phone he was on or he was just to out of his element to blend in, regardless he caught someone's eye.
Bride: Honey who is that man? He has to be someone on your side.
The groom looks up from his meal.
Groom: Oh honey that's the driver. I invited him earlier to get a plate of food.
The bride looks over at the love of her life.
Groom: I just figured with the holidays approaching.... you know tis the season.
Bride: It's fine honey.
The band wraps up the dining music as the singer approaches the microphone.
Singer: Ladies and Gentlemen if everyone can please turn your attention to the back of the room. It is time for the Bride and Groom to cut the cake.
While everyone's attention went to the newly wed couple the middle aged man took the opportunity to load up a plate with food and sneak back out the door he came in.
Outside the reception hall the heavy set man shuffles down the side walk with his hands holding the full plate of food. He carefully navigates the poorly lit parking lot and makes it to the end of the side walk where his black Lincoln Town car.
Jerry's knees buckle and his plates of food fall to the ground. A set of arms slide under the driver's armpits catching him before he hits the ground. The arms begin to pull Jerry toward the back of the car, dragging his heels across the pavement. Once they reach the trunk the lights on the car blink and the lid pops ajar. The man dragging Jerry bends over and throws him over his shoulder while lifting the lid open. The nearest street light exposes Patrli's face as he dumps the body in to the trunk and closes the lid.
Cuts to black.
1 Hour Before The Crash
We find the Lincoln parked in a heavily wooded area with dense tree coverage to either side. The front of the car is facing a small opening in the woods as the headlights fight back the black of night. Directly in front of the car is Jerry tied to a downed tree stump. He is seated up right with each arm tied to the log and his feet bound together with duct tape. The bright light beating him in the face is broke by Patrilli as he was up to him and squats down to get face to face with him.
Patrilli: Hello Jerry.
Jerry squints to block the glaring light as he tries to look his captor in the eye.
Patrilli: Do you know who I am?
Jerry: (chuckles to himself) Is this where you have some s are moment with me? You really think this is a shock to me?
Patrilli: Perhaps you don't understand the dire circumstances your in right now.
Jerry: Oh I understand, but I saw you coming when I woke up this morning. I saw you coming two nights ago before I passed out drunk. Shit I even saw you coming three fucking weeks ago. So please excuse me if I am ruining your fun.
Patrilli looks at Jerry with confusion and anger in his eye.
Jerry: You don't get it do you. The minute Fontaine found those Russians dealing drugs in his club, I knew you were coming. I knew he would be tying up lose ends. I know I retired but I was naive to think he would ever let me walk away. So here I sit right. So tell me who are you?
Patrilli: I doesn’t matter who I am. All you need to know is that this is where your story ends.
Jerry: You know, perhaps you’re right. I doesn’t really matter who you think you are. After all you are just looking through the glass right? How are we really different. I am the old Driver you are the new one. Does that make you any better? You think by killing me today will make you any better? I am not a betting man but I got money that says it doesn’t.
Patrilli runs his hands through this hair as Jerry starts to provoke thoughts that Patrilli doesn’t want to have. Patrilli lunges at the bound man with both hands latching on to his throat. As Patrilli chokes, Jerry’s face responds with a look of sheer terror as his face reddens to a unnatural reddish purple color.
Patrilli: SHUT UP! YOU ARE NOTHING LIKE ME.
Jerry starts to violently gasp for air as patrilli releases his grip. Patrilli stands over the man and looks down at him as he kicks him in the face,
Patrilli: This is nothing you can talk your way out of.
Patrilli reaches down and grabs a stick that has similar dimensions of an Axe handle. He raises it over his head and the head lights reveal a look that only a mad man could express as the emotions of joy and anger blended in to one. With one motion the stick strikes its target with the baddest of intentions. Blood splatters up and across the faces of Patrilli as he continually strikes Jerry. Patrilli acts as if no one is watching although who could one know if he would care if someone was. The stick begins to crack and give as it meets the target’s bones. Finally Jerry’s carcass is given some relief as the stick snaps in half sending half on it in to the abyss of night. Patrilli stands there dripping blood and sweat starting off in the unknowns of his own mind.
Fade to Black
15 Minutes Before Crash
The blood stained hand holding the cell phone to the driver’s ear lowers the phone back down to the seat and finds it original resting spot on the steering wheel. The car goes back to an eerie silent state as Patrilli continues down the road he is on. Patrilli’s trance like state is broken as he perks up and begins to look around. He catches his own eye in the rearview mirror.
Patrilli: Who are you looking at? Who do you think you are?
Patrilli has locked his eyes at his own reflection in the rearview mirror as he travels down the road.
Patrilli: Jesus look at you, what a miserable pile. You in there, hiding aren’t you? Well you might as well stay hidden, This isn’t the world you left. There is no place for weakness here. What would you do with a fight with Kyle Kemp and Johnny Rabid? (chuckles to himself) You probably don’t even know who they are? They are only the current reigning tag team champions. Sure they beat the People’s Choice and captured the titles. They took mine and Preecha’s chance for the tag titles? Yeah like thieves in the night they stole what should be ours. We gave the People’s Choice an ass kicking at XIII, but no titles for us huh? Well this week on slam is when we get to right a wrong? I can’t hate these guys to much though huh? After all how different are we? We both find ourselves on the same side of the fence most of the times. We both hate Patheon and People’s choice and every other fake bastard in the locker room pretending they give a damn about the fans. They deny why they are really out there? Not you guys though you are real, All about the Glory and they Gold. Well maybe I am looking through the glass. Maybe I am seeing a glimpse in to my future. Rabid, Kemp tell me what makes you different then Preecha and I? What makes you better? Are you a champion because you beat the champion? Maybe, but there is more to it. Have you evolved? Do you think you are a better version of the last champs, I don’t think so. For example you Mr. Kemp. A former top baseball prospect later blinded by his own success. Yes this speaks volumes to your athletic ability but history repeats itself. You had the limelight once before and you couldn’t handle it, how will this be any different? I don’t care how many times you watched Sharknado, BeachKrew is not the answer for you. You joining their ranks just shows how weak you are. Afraid to stand on your own so you surround yourself with drug addicts who suffer from delusions. This Sunday on Slam it is gonna be a wake up call for you. Just like with your Baseball Career you will come crashing back down to earth to live the miserable life you have been given. How could I forget about Johnny Rabid? The wrestling royalty from across the pond is it? It appears you have started out rather hot here. I am shocked that you associate yourself with Mr. Kemp although I am sure he will serve a scapegoat for you in the near future. I want you to know though that after Slam this week it will be you talking to yourself in the mirror. It will be you questioning yourself asking if you are good enough. Preecha and myself are not some push over like that twat Bonnie Blue and the geriatric fuck stick known as Doc Holiday. Bravo on that win, this week will not be like that. I assure you that once that bell ring you will realize this is a different beast altogether. Oh and Johnny..
An image other then Patrilli’s eyes pops into the mirror. The reflections is patrilli’s but behind him is now a set of smaller younger more innocent eyes. The eyes of a young female child.
Young Child: Are you ok? You seem very angry.
Patrilli looks back and is face to face with a young brunette girl.
SCREEEEECHHHHH!!!!!
CRUNCH!
The Lincoln Town car lays still, now tangled up with the guard rail. The red tail lights exposes the tin cans hanging from the bumper and the Just Married written on the back windshield. The camera pans out and fades to black.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4fWyzwo1xg0
Clink. Clink. Clink. Clink.
The car passes in a blur and a whirlwind of leaves is thrown in to the air. As the red lights shrink in to the black obyss of night is pierced by a.....
SCREEEEEECHHH.........
Followed by a
CRUNCH!
The commotion came on as sudden as it disappeared. The autumn night reclaimed the road with its eerie aura only this scenery has the addition of one black Lincoln Town car crashed in to a guard rail.
20 Minutes Before Crash
A pair of blood stained hands grip a steering wheel as if they are the only thing keeping the driver from falling off a cliff.
A ring tone starts to echo through the car.
The light from the cellphone exposes the driver's silolouette with the face of Patrilli. His emotionless face doesn't even grimace as he fumbles for his phone. The light of cell reveals faded blood stains on his white dress shirt and face as it travels to his ear.
Patrilli: Hello.
Inaudible voice from the phone
Patrilli: Yes it is done.
Inaudible voice from the phone
Patrilli: WHAT! You told me to handled it so I did.
Inaudible voice from the phone.
Patrilli: I know but....
Inaudible voice from the phone
Patrilli: I don't know if that is necessary....
Inaudible voice from the phone
Patrilli: Fine, I tell you....
2 Hours Before The Crash.
Inside a dimly lit ball room a bride and groom sit at a sweetheart table completely infatuated with each other. They are love struck and almost oblivious that they are surrounded by their closest friend, relatives and the few obligated guest that they invited. The couple's trance like state is suddenly broken by the sound of clinking glasses. Even though it was at least the 14th time this evening the couple smiled and blushed before they kiss as if it was their first time. A few of the guest shout out cat calls. The band is playing a low soft tune as the guest finish up their dinners. In a far corner of the room a disheveled looking man, sporting a untucked white dress shirt and wrinkled black slacks, inconspicuously slips in to the reception. However the middle aged heavy set man didn't go unnoticed. Perhaps it was because of the glow of his cell phone he was on or he was just to out of his element to blend in, regardless he caught someone's eye.
Bride: Honey who is that man? He has to be someone on your side.
The groom looks up from his meal.
Groom: Oh honey that's the driver. I invited him earlier to get a plate of food.
The bride looks over at the love of her life.
Groom: I just figured with the holidays approaching.... you know tis the season.
Bride: It's fine honey.
The band wraps up the dining music as the singer approaches the microphone.
Singer: Ladies and Gentlemen if everyone can please turn your attention to the back of the room. It is time for the Bride and Groom to cut the cake.
While everyone's attention went to the newly wed couple the middle aged man took the opportunity to load up a plate with food and sneak back out the door he came in.
Outside the reception hall the heavy set man shuffles down the side walk with his hands holding the full plate of food. He carefully navigates the poorly lit parking lot and makes it to the end of the side walk where his black Lincoln Town car.
Jerry's knees buckle and his plates of food fall to the ground. A set of arms slide under the driver's armpits catching him before he hits the ground. The arms begin to pull Jerry toward the back of the car, dragging his heels across the pavement. Once they reach the trunk the lights on the car blink and the lid pops ajar. The man dragging Jerry bends over and throws him over his shoulder while lifting the lid open. The nearest street light exposes Patrli's face as he dumps the body in to the trunk and closes the lid.
Cuts to black.
1 Hour Before The Crash
We find the Lincoln parked in a heavily wooded area with dense tree coverage to either side. The front of the car is facing a small opening in the woods as the headlights fight back the black of night. Directly in front of the car is Jerry tied to a downed tree stump. He is seated up right with each arm tied to the log and his feet bound together with duct tape. The bright light beating him in the face is broke by Patrilli as he was up to him and squats down to get face to face with him.
Patrilli: Hello Jerry.
Jerry squints to block the glaring light as he tries to look his captor in the eye.
Patrilli: Do you know who I am?
Jerry: (chuckles to himself) Is this where you have some s are moment with me? You really think this is a shock to me?
Patrilli: Perhaps you don't understand the dire circumstances your in right now.
Jerry: Oh I understand, but I saw you coming when I woke up this morning. I saw you coming two nights ago before I passed out drunk. Shit I even saw you coming three fucking weeks ago. So please excuse me if I am ruining your fun.
Patrilli looks at Jerry with confusion and anger in his eye.
Jerry: You don't get it do you. The minute Fontaine found those Russians dealing drugs in his club, I knew you were coming. I knew he would be tying up lose ends. I know I retired but I was naive to think he would ever let me walk away. So here I sit right. So tell me who are you?
Patrilli: I doesn’t matter who I am. All you need to know is that this is where your story ends.
Jerry: You know, perhaps you’re right. I doesn’t really matter who you think you are. After all you are just looking through the glass right? How are we really different. I am the old Driver you are the new one. Does that make you any better? You think by killing me today will make you any better? I am not a betting man but I got money that says it doesn’t.
Patrilli runs his hands through this hair as Jerry starts to provoke thoughts that Patrilli doesn’t want to have. Patrilli lunges at the bound man with both hands latching on to his throat. As Patrilli chokes, Jerry’s face responds with a look of sheer terror as his face reddens to a unnatural reddish purple color.
Patrilli: SHUT UP! YOU ARE NOTHING LIKE ME.
Jerry starts to violently gasp for air as patrilli releases his grip. Patrilli stands over the man and looks down at him as he kicks him in the face,
Patrilli: This is nothing you can talk your way out of.
Patrilli reaches down and grabs a stick that has similar dimensions of an Axe handle. He raises it over his head and the head lights reveal a look that only a mad man could express as the emotions of joy and anger blended in to one. With one motion the stick strikes its target with the baddest of intentions. Blood splatters up and across the faces of Patrilli as he continually strikes Jerry. Patrilli acts as if no one is watching although who could one know if he would care if someone was. The stick begins to crack and give as it meets the target’s bones. Finally Jerry’s carcass is given some relief as the stick snaps in half sending half on it in to the abyss of night. Patrilli stands there dripping blood and sweat starting off in the unknowns of his own mind.
Fade to Black
15 Minutes Before Crash
The blood stained hand holding the cell phone to the driver’s ear lowers the phone back down to the seat and finds it original resting spot on the steering wheel. The car goes back to an eerie silent state as Patrilli continues down the road he is on. Patrilli’s trance like state is broken as he perks up and begins to look around. He catches his own eye in the rearview mirror.
Patrilli: Who are you looking at? Who do you think you are?
Patrilli has locked his eyes at his own reflection in the rearview mirror as he travels down the road.
Patrilli: Jesus look at you, what a miserable pile. You in there, hiding aren’t you? Well you might as well stay hidden, This isn’t the world you left. There is no place for weakness here. What would you do with a fight with Kyle Kemp and Johnny Rabid? (chuckles to himself) You probably don’t even know who they are? They are only the current reigning tag team champions. Sure they beat the People’s Choice and captured the titles. They took mine and Preecha’s chance for the tag titles? Yeah like thieves in the night they stole what should be ours. We gave the People’s Choice an ass kicking at XIII, but no titles for us huh? Well this week on slam is when we get to right a wrong? I can’t hate these guys to much though huh? After all how different are we? We both find ourselves on the same side of the fence most of the times. We both hate Patheon and People’s choice and every other fake bastard in the locker room pretending they give a damn about the fans. They deny why they are really out there? Not you guys though you are real, All about the Glory and they Gold. Well maybe I am looking through the glass. Maybe I am seeing a glimpse in to my future. Rabid, Kemp tell me what makes you different then Preecha and I? What makes you better? Are you a champion because you beat the champion? Maybe, but there is more to it. Have you evolved? Do you think you are a better version of the last champs, I don’t think so. For example you Mr. Kemp. A former top baseball prospect later blinded by his own success. Yes this speaks volumes to your athletic ability but history repeats itself. You had the limelight once before and you couldn’t handle it, how will this be any different? I don’t care how many times you watched Sharknado, BeachKrew is not the answer for you. You joining their ranks just shows how weak you are. Afraid to stand on your own so you surround yourself with drug addicts who suffer from delusions. This Sunday on Slam it is gonna be a wake up call for you. Just like with your Baseball Career you will come crashing back down to earth to live the miserable life you have been given. How could I forget about Johnny Rabid? The wrestling royalty from across the pond is it? It appears you have started out rather hot here. I am shocked that you associate yourself with Mr. Kemp although I am sure he will serve a scapegoat for you in the near future. I want you to know though that after Slam this week it will be you talking to yourself in the mirror. It will be you questioning yourself asking if you are good enough. Preecha and myself are not some push over like that twat Bonnie Blue and the geriatric fuck stick known as Doc Holiday. Bravo on that win, this week will not be like that. I assure you that once that bell ring you will realize this is a different beast altogether. Oh and Johnny..
An image other then Patrilli’s eyes pops into the mirror. The reflections is patrilli’s but behind him is now a set of smaller younger more innocent eyes. The eyes of a young female child.
Young Child: Are you ok? You seem very angry.
Patrilli looks back and is face to face with a young brunette girl.
SCREEEEECHHHHH!!!!!
CRUNCH!
The Lincoln Town car lays still, now tangled up with the guard rail. The red tail lights exposes the tin cans hanging from the bumper and the Just Married written on the back windshield. The camera pans out and fades to black.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4fWyzwo1xg0
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