Post by thechrisavery on Jun 15, 2009 3:50:08 GMT -5
- Scene opens up to Chris Avery sitting on a local transit bus. The bus is moving, and Avery with his hooded sweatshirt over his head is looking around, but more importantly he's looking at one person in mind. He's looking at the white 12 year old boy sitting two seats in front of him. Awkward situation, I know.
- The Bus stops. The kid looks around nervously and stands up to get off the bus. Avery not far behind. The kid turns from the sidewalk into an alley. He turns from the alley behind a cove in the back of a building. Avery is now on top of the roof straight across from the kid in the alley. A man demands the kid give him a brown paper sack. The kid nervously, again, gives him the back. The man gives the kid money and tells him to run along. Two men jump out from behind the dumpster and trip the kid. The man who gave him the money now rushes to the kid, grabs the money back and begins to laugh like an evil sadistic fucker. Avery has seen enough.
Man: Huh Kid? What the fuck you going to do? You're not even old enough to piss without your mother.
- The man throws a knife at the kid whose crawling on the alley ground. The knife floats in the air and is inches away from the kid when Avery catches it by the handle. The man is shocked. Avery throws the knife back into the guys chest, and spin-kicks one of the other two men into the dumpster. The other man grabs Avery from behind, but Avery hits a heel-kick and spins around into a throwing-motion where the man goes headfirst into the dumpster. The first man holding the knife in his chest is screaming in pain.
Man: Who the fuck are you?
Chris Avery: Justice.
- Avery kicks the knife harder in to the mans' chest and he falls back. Avery grabs the money and gives it to the kid. He stands the kid up and tells him to run home. Avery turns the corner, looks around, and puts his sweatshirt over his head.
Chris Avery: It's sad, really. More war in the streets than there is in the Middle East. You see Donald. This is where the real soldiers are. Except they don't have guns, and they're not good guys. Nah. Soldiers of the Night they call themselves. Selling drugs to junkies, using kids and young adults for their delivery personal and it just makes me sick. What has Chicago come to? Hell, what has society come to? Poverty stricken neighborhoods are turning to drugs and quick-rich scams to provide for their families. Kids are being turned into monsters, even worse, slaves, and all because we want the mighty dollar. You tell me Donald. What do you want? Do you deserve it?
- Avery turns the corner in the black of the night. Walking down a sidewalk, he then crosses the street and then makes his way through a dark park.
Chris Avery: You want Gold. You want enemies. Why? For what? What will that get you? An undeserving opportunity at Championship Gold in a Federation being ran by a bunch of filth? I'm here to clean it up, I'm here to fight for the honor that she brings to me. She needs me, she calls out to me Donald, and there isn't anything you can do about it. She, unlike you, deserves justice. That's why she enlisted in the Truth.
You see, Donald, and Daniels, you guys are selfish and only care for the mighty Gold, but what has she done for you? Daniels has earned unrighteousness' matches with either a chance at Championship Gold or FOR Championship Gold and for what? What has he done for her? WCF.. she's kind to the fair, but she'll chew you up eventually. That .. or have me do it.
- Avery crosses another street leaving the park. Avery begins walking down a sidewalk where very few cars pass by, and hardly any streetlights work.
Chris Avery: You have respect for me? You're damn right you do. You see, I'm fighting the good fight, I wake up every morning to go to bat for you and every other American Citizen for that matter. Because I have been summoned to do the work that some may not be able to do. Where the arm of the law can't reach, and never the less, where some good guys.. can't be seen. You see, that's the real war. Not Germany, no uniforms. Not 1984. Nope. It's happening all around you right now, and I ask you.. what are you guys doing about it? You cleaning up the mess, or are you just giving me more trash to pick up?
- Avery finally reaches his destination. His house. He walks up the steps that lead to the front door, unlocks it and opens it up. He turns around towards the camera.
Chris Avery: Stay True.
- Scene fades out.
- The Bus stops. The kid looks around nervously and stands up to get off the bus. Avery not far behind. The kid turns from the sidewalk into an alley. He turns from the alley behind a cove in the back of a building. Avery is now on top of the roof straight across from the kid in the alley. A man demands the kid give him a brown paper sack. The kid nervously, again, gives him the back. The man gives the kid money and tells him to run along. Two men jump out from behind the dumpster and trip the kid. The man who gave him the money now rushes to the kid, grabs the money back and begins to laugh like an evil sadistic fucker. Avery has seen enough.
Man: Huh Kid? What the fuck you going to do? You're not even old enough to piss without your mother.
- The man throws a knife at the kid whose crawling on the alley ground. The knife floats in the air and is inches away from the kid when Avery catches it by the handle. The man is shocked. Avery throws the knife back into the guys chest, and spin-kicks one of the other two men into the dumpster. The other man grabs Avery from behind, but Avery hits a heel-kick and spins around into a throwing-motion where the man goes headfirst into the dumpster. The first man holding the knife in his chest is screaming in pain.
Man: Who the fuck are you?
Chris Avery: Justice.
- Avery kicks the knife harder in to the mans' chest and he falls back. Avery grabs the money and gives it to the kid. He stands the kid up and tells him to run home. Avery turns the corner, looks around, and puts his sweatshirt over his head.
Chris Avery: It's sad, really. More war in the streets than there is in the Middle East. You see Donald. This is where the real soldiers are. Except they don't have guns, and they're not good guys. Nah. Soldiers of the Night they call themselves. Selling drugs to junkies, using kids and young adults for their delivery personal and it just makes me sick. What has Chicago come to? Hell, what has society come to? Poverty stricken neighborhoods are turning to drugs and quick-rich scams to provide for their families. Kids are being turned into monsters, even worse, slaves, and all because we want the mighty dollar. You tell me Donald. What do you want? Do you deserve it?
- Avery turns the corner in the black of the night. Walking down a sidewalk, he then crosses the street and then makes his way through a dark park.
Chris Avery: You want Gold. You want enemies. Why? For what? What will that get you? An undeserving opportunity at Championship Gold in a Federation being ran by a bunch of filth? I'm here to clean it up, I'm here to fight for the honor that she brings to me. She needs me, she calls out to me Donald, and there isn't anything you can do about it. She, unlike you, deserves justice. That's why she enlisted in the Truth.
You see, Donald, and Daniels, you guys are selfish and only care for the mighty Gold, but what has she done for you? Daniels has earned unrighteousness' matches with either a chance at Championship Gold or FOR Championship Gold and for what? What has he done for her? WCF.. she's kind to the fair, but she'll chew you up eventually. That .. or have me do it.
- Avery crosses another street leaving the park. Avery begins walking down a sidewalk where very few cars pass by, and hardly any streetlights work.
Chris Avery: You have respect for me? You're damn right you do. You see, I'm fighting the good fight, I wake up every morning to go to bat for you and every other American Citizen for that matter. Because I have been summoned to do the work that some may not be able to do. Where the arm of the law can't reach, and never the less, where some good guys.. can't be seen. You see, that's the real war. Not Germany, no uniforms. Not 1984. Nope. It's happening all around you right now, and I ask you.. what are you guys doing about it? You cleaning up the mess, or are you just giving me more trash to pick up?
- Avery finally reaches his destination. His house. He walks up the steps that lead to the front door, unlocks it and opens it up. He turns around towards the camera.
Chris Avery: Stay True.
- Scene fades out.
