Post by Deleted on Nov 30, 2009 14:25:44 GMT -5
A grainy home-video-type footage scene is presented. The stairwell from the hotel where Mikami made his last promo. Whoever is holding the camera is standing to the side of the door to the roof. Voices can be heard outside. The camera pans down to show a brick placed to keep the door from closing all the way, indicating that this door is unable to be opened from outside. The door opens, and the WCF cameraman steps through, too busy fiddling with his camcorder to pay attention to the person perched next to the door.
Cameraman: Friggin' whackjob.
He descends down the stairs, still oblivious. The mystery person quietly slips through the door before it hits the brick. We see Mikami still sitting and eating his apple, facing away and looking out at the city. The camera is placed on the floor and the person lurches forward. We can now see that it is a man, dressed in a dirty robe.
Mikami: Did you forget something?
Mikami turns around too late. He suddenly goes limp, dropping his half-eaten apple, which then rolls in front of the camera. The man turns around, holding a now-empty syringe. The apple blocks his face from view. He walks back and picks up the camera before turning it off.
Fade in to a dark room. A dim, old light bulb hangs from the ceiling near a metal door. Most of the room looks metal. Clearly, it was not designed with aesthetics in mind.
: Wake up.
Mikami is sitting in a chair. Most of his clothes have been removed, leaving him in just his underwear. His arms are tied together behind him, his hands restrained with cuffs. He coughs.
: Wake. Up.
Mikami: Whaaa
He kicks one of his legs and leans his head back, squinting. He tries to move his arms.
Mikami: What the...
: Good evening. I want to play a game.
Mikami snaps his head forwards to see a small, old television set. On the screen is a strange looking clown puppet.
Mikami: Oh, you must be kidding me.
: I assure you, this is no joke.
Mikami: You are the...you are the Corkscrew Killer, are you not?
Corkscrew: I've never killed anyone. I saved them.
Mikami: Let me tell you, the whole hurting people to save them thing? It is a lot more trouble than it is worth. Believe me, I know.
Corkscrew: I cannot stand to see someone who takes the gift of life for granted. So now, you will learn to appreciate it.
Mikami: What the hell are you talking about?
Corkscrew: Life is like a bottle of wine, but people like you are the corks. You can't see the wine under your feet. You--
Mikami: Let me stop you right there. That is the most ridiculous analogy I have ever heard. And that puppet is pretty stupid too. He looks gay. Gay, and retarded. Gaytarded. That is just sad. I feel sorry for you, I really do.
Corkscrew: Look to your side. You will see a table with various beakers full of chemicals. The right combination of them will dissolve the handcuffs. The wrong one will kill you.
Mikami: How will it kill me if I am just putting it on the handcuffs?
Corkscrew: Gas.
Mikami: Gas.
Corkscrew: Poison gas.
Mikami: So how am I supposed to know what the right combination is? It has been a while since chemistry class.
Corkscrew: There are clues in the room.
Mikami: And how am I supposed to mix something with my hands restrained like this?
Corkscrew: Under the table is a machine, with pedals...
Mikami: Oh, for God's sake. How is this supposed to be teaching me a lesson?
Corkscrew: You have relied on chemicals to make you high, to blind you from real life. Now you must use them to save your life.
Mikami: Chemicals? What are you talking about?
Corkscrew: I know all about your little habits...and everything else about you...Professor Chang.
Mikami: That...is not my name.
Corkscrew: Yes, it is. You teach a class at the community college, in--
Mikami: DO I LOOK FUCKING CHINESE TO YOU?!
Corkscrew: Yes.
Silence.
Mikami: Look, obviously there has been some misunderstanding here.
Corkscrew: I don't really care. You're already in the chair, so you're going to play the damn game.
Mikami: Really? Because...
Mikami twists his arms and the ropes fall off.
Mikami: You did not do a very good job with the ropes.
He stands up, kneels down and, moving very slowly to keep his balance, steps backwards over his cuffed hands. He then grabs one of the cuffs and slides it off, then does the same with the other.
Mikami: Or tightening the handcuffs.
The puppet sits in stunned silence.
Mikami: Well, it has been fun, but I have a wrestling match to get to. Not really into the whole bondage thing but whatever...buoys your...uh...sea-faring vessel.
Corkscrew: What.
Mikami: Sorry, this is not my first language. Hey, I am going to take this camera, O.K.?
Corkscrew: No! Don't touch that!
Mikami turns around and walks over to the camera recording all this, removing it from a tripod.
Mikami: Seth might want this to fill up some air-time. One never knows.
Corkscrew: You can't escape. The door is locked.
Mikami walks to the door and opens it easily.
Mikami: Wrong again. Game over, I guess. Sayonara!
He exits and closes the door.
Cameraman: Friggin' whackjob.
He descends down the stairs, still oblivious. The mystery person quietly slips through the door before it hits the brick. We see Mikami still sitting and eating his apple, facing away and looking out at the city. The camera is placed on the floor and the person lurches forward. We can now see that it is a man, dressed in a dirty robe.
Mikami: Did you forget something?
Mikami turns around too late. He suddenly goes limp, dropping his half-eaten apple, which then rolls in front of the camera. The man turns around, holding a now-empty syringe. The apple blocks his face from view. He walks back and picks up the camera before turning it off.
Fade in to a dark room. A dim, old light bulb hangs from the ceiling near a metal door. Most of the room looks metal. Clearly, it was not designed with aesthetics in mind.
: Wake up.Mikami is sitting in a chair. Most of his clothes have been removed, leaving him in just his underwear. His arms are tied together behind him, his hands restrained with cuffs. He coughs.
: Wake. Up.Mikami: Whaaa
He kicks one of his legs and leans his head back, squinting. He tries to move his arms.
Mikami: What the...
: Good evening. I want to play a game.Mikami snaps his head forwards to see a small, old television set. On the screen is a strange looking clown puppet.
Mikami: Oh, you must be kidding me.
: I assure you, this is no joke.Mikami: You are the...you are the Corkscrew Killer, are you not?
Corkscrew: I've never killed anyone. I saved them.
Mikami: Let me tell you, the whole hurting people to save them thing? It is a lot more trouble than it is worth. Believe me, I know.
Corkscrew: I cannot stand to see someone who takes the gift of life for granted. So now, you will learn to appreciate it.
Mikami: What the hell are you talking about?
Corkscrew: Life is like a bottle of wine, but people like you are the corks. You can't see the wine under your feet. You--
Mikami: Let me stop you right there. That is the most ridiculous analogy I have ever heard. And that puppet is pretty stupid too. He looks gay. Gay, and retarded. Gaytarded. That is just sad. I feel sorry for you, I really do.
Corkscrew: Look to your side. You will see a table with various beakers full of chemicals. The right combination of them will dissolve the handcuffs. The wrong one will kill you.
Mikami: How will it kill me if I am just putting it on the handcuffs?
Corkscrew: Gas.
Mikami: Gas.
Corkscrew: Poison gas.
Mikami: So how am I supposed to know what the right combination is? It has been a while since chemistry class.
Corkscrew: There are clues in the room.
Mikami: And how am I supposed to mix something with my hands restrained like this?
Corkscrew: Under the table is a machine, with pedals...
Mikami: Oh, for God's sake. How is this supposed to be teaching me a lesson?
Corkscrew: You have relied on chemicals to make you high, to blind you from real life. Now you must use them to save your life.
Mikami: Chemicals? What are you talking about?
Corkscrew: I know all about your little habits...and everything else about you...Professor Chang.
Mikami: That...is not my name.
Corkscrew: Yes, it is. You teach a class at the community college, in--
Mikami: DO I LOOK FUCKING CHINESE TO YOU?!
Corkscrew: Yes.
Silence.
Mikami: Look, obviously there has been some misunderstanding here.
Corkscrew: I don't really care. You're already in the chair, so you're going to play the damn game.
Mikami: Really? Because...
Mikami twists his arms and the ropes fall off.
Mikami: You did not do a very good job with the ropes.
He stands up, kneels down and, moving very slowly to keep his balance, steps backwards over his cuffed hands. He then grabs one of the cuffs and slides it off, then does the same with the other.
Mikami: Or tightening the handcuffs.
The puppet sits in stunned silence.
Mikami: Well, it has been fun, but I have a wrestling match to get to. Not really into the whole bondage thing but whatever...buoys your...uh...sea-faring vessel.
Corkscrew: What.
Mikami: Sorry, this is not my first language. Hey, I am going to take this camera, O.K.?
Corkscrew: No! Don't touch that!
Mikami turns around and walks over to the camera recording all this, removing it from a tripod.
Mikami: Seth might want this to fill up some air-time. One never knows.
Corkscrew: You can't escape. The door is locked.
Mikami walks to the door and opens it easily.
Mikami: Wrong again. Game over, I guess. Sayonara!
He exits and closes the door.
