Post by Torture on Mar 22, 2006 3:20:15 GMT -5
- Pure darkness. All black.
Dean: DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH TIME AND MONEY AND MAN POWER WENT INTO THIS? KURTIS... THIS IS INSANE!
- A slamming noise is heard. You can see the inside of Howard Deans office. Kurtis Victory is just sitting in the chair. Blank. Pale stare. Dark blue orginal t-shirt. Grey sweatpants. Pale stare into the desk. The desk that now has a dent into it. Howard Deans fist still in the hole it's made. Thats what the slamming noise was from. Deans fist crashing into the desk. Dean removes his hand, and heals it by shaking it around, like most average heels. Heh.
Dean: Kurtis.. KURTIS! You've been sitting there! Staring. You've mumbled little spurts of words since you've been here!
Victory: I.. I... thought..
Dean: GOD DAMN IT! I DIDN'T PAY YOU TO THINK! I DIDN'T PAY YOU TO FAIL! I PAID YOU TO KILL HIM. WHAT IS IT ABOUT YOU PIECES OF SHIT THAT YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND? I PAY YOU TO GET RID OF HIM. NOW.. ALL I DID WAS.. PAY YOU TO HURT HIM? I COULD HAVE DONE THAT KURTIS! GOD DAMN..
Victory: I .. beat the shit out of him... and left him.. in the desert..
Dean: Great.. You left him somewhere.. great. I paid you to take him on vacation too? Mother fuc..
- Tony Armuchi enters the room. The door slams open. Kurtis doesn't even flench, however Kurtis turns to see who is at the door. Dean walks around from the other side of the desk. Armuchi storms for Kurtis Victory. Hands out to his throat, as if he is going to choke Kurtis. Victory stands up quickly to go at it with him. Dean gets in the middle and shoves Tony to the wall. Kurtis stands asking Dean to let him go. Smack talking between Victory and Tony insue.
Dean: Calm down Tony!
Kurtis: LET HIM GO HOWARD! LET HIM GO!
Tony: I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU!
- More yelling. More trash talking. After a few seconds. Tony fixes his tie, his suit, his jacket and cufflinks. He's calm, rather, he walks to the other side of the office. Kurtis just stands in place, as Dean paces back and forth.
Dean: Alright. Here's the deal. He wants to attack you during WCF? I can't even believe he'd show up there, but here's the plan. You go to the Pay Per View, this sunday. You fight like normal. Of course you're going to have to look behind your back the whole time. Who the hell knows when or if he's even going to show up. Chances are. He's thriving off this bullshit. Sad thing is.. he doesn't know whose behind this. He just knows you, and you alone. Get it done.
Tony: Because if you don't.. I'll rip your limbs apart..
- Kurtis brushes them off and walks out of the office. Tony and Dean look at each other.
Dean: This might have just gotten a quick dodge for the worse.
Tony: You're telling me. I've known him longer than you, Howard. He's not going to stop. I don't know why I even believed it could actually be done. Dean. We just might have dug an even deeper hole.
Dean: A hole I can cover up.. Tony. I can cover this up. God damn Kurtis.. Damn him.
Tony: It's not his fault. We needed someone to take the fall.
Dean: Thats what we got.. a fall guy..
Dean: DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH TIME AND MONEY AND MAN POWER WENT INTO THIS? KURTIS... THIS IS INSANE!
- A slamming noise is heard. You can see the inside of Howard Deans office. Kurtis Victory is just sitting in the chair. Blank. Pale stare. Dark blue orginal t-shirt. Grey sweatpants. Pale stare into the desk. The desk that now has a dent into it. Howard Deans fist still in the hole it's made. Thats what the slamming noise was from. Deans fist crashing into the desk. Dean removes his hand, and heals it by shaking it around, like most average heels. Heh.
Dean: Kurtis.. KURTIS! You've been sitting there! Staring. You've mumbled little spurts of words since you've been here!
Victory: I.. I... thought..
Dean: GOD DAMN IT! I DIDN'T PAY YOU TO THINK! I DIDN'T PAY YOU TO FAIL! I PAID YOU TO KILL HIM. WHAT IS IT ABOUT YOU PIECES OF SHIT THAT YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND? I PAY YOU TO GET RID OF HIM. NOW.. ALL I DID WAS.. PAY YOU TO HURT HIM? I COULD HAVE DONE THAT KURTIS! GOD DAMN..
Victory: I .. beat the shit out of him... and left him.. in the desert..
Dean: Great.. You left him somewhere.. great. I paid you to take him on vacation too? Mother fuc..
- Tony Armuchi enters the room. The door slams open. Kurtis doesn't even flench, however Kurtis turns to see who is at the door. Dean walks around from the other side of the desk. Armuchi storms for Kurtis Victory. Hands out to his throat, as if he is going to choke Kurtis. Victory stands up quickly to go at it with him. Dean gets in the middle and shoves Tony to the wall. Kurtis stands asking Dean to let him go. Smack talking between Victory and Tony insue.
Dean: Calm down Tony!
Kurtis: LET HIM GO HOWARD! LET HIM GO!
Tony: I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU!
- More yelling. More trash talking. After a few seconds. Tony fixes his tie, his suit, his jacket and cufflinks. He's calm, rather, he walks to the other side of the office. Kurtis just stands in place, as Dean paces back and forth.
Dean: Alright. Here's the deal. He wants to attack you during WCF? I can't even believe he'd show up there, but here's the plan. You go to the Pay Per View, this sunday. You fight like normal. Of course you're going to have to look behind your back the whole time. Who the hell knows when or if he's even going to show up. Chances are. He's thriving off this bullshit. Sad thing is.. he doesn't know whose behind this. He just knows you, and you alone. Get it done.
Tony: Because if you don't.. I'll rip your limbs apart..
- Kurtis brushes them off and walks out of the office. Tony and Dean look at each other.
Dean: This might have just gotten a quick dodge for the worse.
Tony: You're telling me. I've known him longer than you, Howard. He's not going to stop. I don't know why I even believed it could actually be done. Dean. We just might have dug an even deeper hole.
Dean: A hole I can cover up.. Tony. I can cover this up. God damn Kurtis.. Damn him.
Tony: It's not his fault. We needed someone to take the fall.
Dean: Thats what we got.. a fall guy..
