Post by Twister on Jun 13, 2006 21:25:24 GMT -5
(The scene fades in to black. All you can hear is static with slight breaks of silence in between. This continues, slowly getting louder with time. Finally, the screen fades in just as the static is near deafening. It suddenly ends, as it is replaced with a new sound. The screen sees a small, rather old, television set. It is half snowy but a picture can be made out. The surrounding area is very dark, and looks very small and dirty. There seems to be clutter and trash scattered everywhere. The camera refocuses on the T.V., now. It seems to be a square of some sort. There are two figures inside are moving rapidly. Suddenly the screen goes mostly to fuzz. A mutter is heard from directly to the right of the camera. “…damn thing…” is the only thing recognizable. A bottle flies from the right side of the screen towards the television set. It explodes on impact, leaving a sticky, thick substance running down the screen. However, it worked. The screen is now almost one hundred percent clear. This seemingly calmed the figure, that can be heard sagging back into furniture, presumably leather. The screen now shows the box, now obviously a wrestling ring. The two figures moving rapidly are wrestlers, encompassed in battle. One is easily dominating the other. A voice from an announcer is heard as the stronger one slams the other down.)
Announcer: Oh my! These new representatives just can’t hold their own.
(A grunt is heard from the inhabitant of the room.)
Person: What a joke. What a F**king joke.
(The curse word is subtly silenced instead of bleeped out. The speech is somewhat slurred and rather deep. It has a slight rasp in it.)
Person: WCF has turned into a F**king pen of decapitated chickens running around. Who the hell are these boudles? Shaun Sexton? David Alastair? Josephine? Where the fuck are the classics? Where’s neo, and Epic, and Trent Hunter, and X-Rated, and Dake Ken? I see...four remaining members of old WCF? Nate Nytro, Torture, Creeping Death, and Seth Lurch? A sad day it is.
(Seth Lurch shows up on screen with a microphone in his face from a news reporter during the current commercial.)
Reporter: How do you see the status of WCF at this point?
(Seth reappears momentarily before another bottle is thrown at the television. The screen of the set goes black as it crashes to the floor. It shatters everywhere. A loud frustration-filled yell fills the air. The figure is heard standing up and crossing the room, hitting the bottles and trash as he goes. It creates a large ruckus. He slams the door, which is stained and beaten over in the corner. The shadow cast on it previously was the reason it was not noticed. The camera follows the man out the door, into a cool airy breeze, which sways the lens cap back and forth. The figure, obviously a man because of his size, takes a deep, satisfying breath. This location is quite cold for the summertime, for his breath can be seen. It is rather late in the day and the moon can be seen in the upper left hand corner. It is surrounded by clouds, giving it a classic werewolf scene feel. This is obviously not a very nice house, based on the interior, and now the exterior has two stone steps leading out, with cheap, seemingly weak metal railings running the length of the steps. The rest of the house cannot be seen from that point of view. The street in front of them is an extremely cracked and old alley. The one to the right seems freshly paved. Many houses line both streets. They are mostly quaint little homes, but once in a while you will see a less than exceptional house, and even a trailer here or there. The man starts to walk away. Now from the light of the moon, we can see that the man is wearing black, fairly worn jeans. He also has a faded red hoody on. He is casually walking away from the camera, down the nicer street on the right. The camera follows. )
Man: It’s been too long.
(He kicks a small stone as he walks. He starts to chuckle to himself, almost maniacally.)
Man: Way too long. We had some good times, WCF and I. She was my first mistress. She gave me my first taste of gold. I can’t believe I ever left her.
(He stops for a second to take a deep sigh. He slowly looks down. He takes his hood off, revealing long brown hair down to about midway down his back.)
Man: And now we’re both out of our element. I am just a recovering heroin addict, WCF a recovering noob addict. A sad day indeed. Even our veterans seem to be asleep at the wheel. Or at least one mainly, Nate Nytro. What the F**k has happened to you, my friend? Torture and C.D. are carrying the load. You are just lagging behind.
(Now down the street further he turns off into an overgrown grassy field. The grass is a golden-amber. The sound of a creek can be heard from the left side. The grass over there is taller as well, leaving the man in a sheet of darkness.)
Man: Now is the time to redeem myself and the entire WCF veteran roster.
(The man takes another step before turning to the camera. He is rather gruff. He has a full beard grown but still has a sparkle in his eye. The hair is longer in certain places, showing he used to have a strategic placement of facial hair, probably a goatee. He smiles an extremely toothy smile, exposing rather white teeth, which are more visible than the rest of the environment. The screen starts fading out slowly.)
Man: WCF will change very soon. The world will soon know…..
Announcer: Oh my! These new representatives just can’t hold their own.
(A grunt is heard from the inhabitant of the room.)
Person: What a joke. What a F**king joke.
(The curse word is subtly silenced instead of bleeped out. The speech is somewhat slurred and rather deep. It has a slight rasp in it.)
Person: WCF has turned into a F**king pen of decapitated chickens running around. Who the hell are these boudles? Shaun Sexton? David Alastair? Josephine? Where the fuck are the classics? Where’s neo, and Epic, and Trent Hunter, and X-Rated, and Dake Ken? I see...four remaining members of old WCF? Nate Nytro, Torture, Creeping Death, and Seth Lurch? A sad day it is.
(Seth Lurch shows up on screen with a microphone in his face from a news reporter during the current commercial.)
Reporter: How do you see the status of WCF at this point?
(Seth reappears momentarily before another bottle is thrown at the television. The screen of the set goes black as it crashes to the floor. It shatters everywhere. A loud frustration-filled yell fills the air. The figure is heard standing up and crossing the room, hitting the bottles and trash as he goes. It creates a large ruckus. He slams the door, which is stained and beaten over in the corner. The shadow cast on it previously was the reason it was not noticed. The camera follows the man out the door, into a cool airy breeze, which sways the lens cap back and forth. The figure, obviously a man because of his size, takes a deep, satisfying breath. This location is quite cold for the summertime, for his breath can be seen. It is rather late in the day and the moon can be seen in the upper left hand corner. It is surrounded by clouds, giving it a classic werewolf scene feel. This is obviously not a very nice house, based on the interior, and now the exterior has two stone steps leading out, with cheap, seemingly weak metal railings running the length of the steps. The rest of the house cannot be seen from that point of view. The street in front of them is an extremely cracked and old alley. The one to the right seems freshly paved. Many houses line both streets. They are mostly quaint little homes, but once in a while you will see a less than exceptional house, and even a trailer here or there. The man starts to walk away. Now from the light of the moon, we can see that the man is wearing black, fairly worn jeans. He also has a faded red hoody on. He is casually walking away from the camera, down the nicer street on the right. The camera follows. )
Man: It’s been too long.
(He kicks a small stone as he walks. He starts to chuckle to himself, almost maniacally.)
Man: Way too long. We had some good times, WCF and I. She was my first mistress. She gave me my first taste of gold. I can’t believe I ever left her.
(He stops for a second to take a deep sigh. He slowly looks down. He takes his hood off, revealing long brown hair down to about midway down his back.)
Man: And now we’re both out of our element. I am just a recovering heroin addict, WCF a recovering noob addict. A sad day indeed. Even our veterans seem to be asleep at the wheel. Or at least one mainly, Nate Nytro. What the F**k has happened to you, my friend? Torture and C.D. are carrying the load. You are just lagging behind.
(Now down the street further he turns off into an overgrown grassy field. The grass is a golden-amber. The sound of a creek can be heard from the left side. The grass over there is taller as well, leaving the man in a sheet of darkness.)
Man: Now is the time to redeem myself and the entire WCF veteran roster.
(The man takes another step before turning to the camera. He is rather gruff. He has a full beard grown but still has a sparkle in his eye. The hair is longer in certain places, showing he used to have a strategic placement of facial hair, probably a goatee. He smiles an extremely toothy smile, exposing rather white teeth, which are more visible than the rest of the environment. The screen starts fading out slowly.)
Man: WCF will change very soon. The world will soon know…..
Twister’s back.
