Post by "The Wolf" Conrad Howell on Aug 21, 2006 21:32:26 GMT -5
(Hank Brown and Jack the cameraman are walking into a small town in the middle of nowhere, shaking from the chill in the air. The town is lit by the brightly moonlit sky and looks to consists of a few shops, a petrol pump and a pub. As they get close it looks more and more like a ghost town. Hank Brown and the cameraman enter the middle of town and look about and see the few shops are dark and shuttered, but light and laughter come from the pub.) [/I]
HANK: [/B] I don’t believe that the driver they got us wouldn’t even drive us into town, and just dropped us off a mile out.
JACK: [/B] From the looks of it I don’t want to be here ether.
HANK: [/B] I have to complain when we get back.
JACK: [/B] (under his breath) [/I] if we make it back.
HANK: [/B] I think this is the place
(As they walk over they notice its traditional shingle shows a ferocious wolf's bloody head on a pike, and tells us the pub's name, "The Slaughtered Lamb".)[/I]
The scene cut to the inside of the pub.
(The pub was apparently "modernized" sometime in the mid-fifties. Its traditional Englishness combines with greasy stainless steel and glass. It is populated by mostly pale young men with longish hair. Several older men are ruddy complexioned and sport large mustaches. Four or five are watching a chess game. Two men are playing darts. The conversation is loud and there is often laughter. But there is something unsavory about these people. They have a look of leanness and poverty.
The door opens revealing Hank and Jack. There is dead silence and all are staring in a not-friendly way at the two men who are made uncomfortable by all the strange attention. They give each other a "what?" look, and then turn to the assembled populace.) [/I]
HANK: [/B] Hello.
(The face of the crowd sits silent and staring. The female barkeep nods. Hank and Jack walk carefully over to a table and very self-consciously sit down at the table. There is a long, awkward wait. The barkeep finally comes over to them.) [/I]
JACK: [/B] Do you have any hot soup?
BARKEEP: [/B] No.
HANK: [/B] Well, do you have any coffee?
BARKEEP: [/B] We've got spirits and beer. If it's something hot you want, you can have tea.
JACK: [/B] Then you have some hot tea?
BARKEEP: [/B] No.
JACK: [/B] Oh.
BARKEEP: [/B] But I can heat some up for you if you'd like.
HANK: [/B] Thank you. That would be great. Also, we were told to meet a Conrad Howell here. Have you seen him?
BARKEEP: [/B] No, But he will be in shortly, he always comes in around this hour.
(As the Woman turns to prepare the tea, everyone resumes what they were doing, talking, drinking, playing chess and darts, and Hank and Jake breathes easier). [/I]
JACK: [/B] Nice looking group.
HANK: [/B] Listen, at least it's warm in here. I just hope we can get the interview over with soon, and find a way home.
JACK: [/B] Look at that.
(On the wall is painted a red pentangle and on either side burns a yellow candle. Just then the Door opens and Shanon, in her Deerskin outfit and Conrad in his Howell tartan kilt and black t-shirt, walk in to warm cheers of welcome from the crowd. Shanon spots the two and walks over to them. ) [/I]
Shanon: [/B] This way guys.
(She then leads them to a table in the back corner of the room where Conrad has made his way to. Jack gets his camera ready as Hank sits down across from Conrad.) [/I]
Conrad: [/B] Good evening gentlemen, I have asked you here to address a few things. (He then slides over so Shanon can sit next to him in the booth.) [/I] First I hope you didn’t have too much trouble finding the place. [/color]
Hank: [/B] Well the driver did drop us off about a mile out, and made us walk in the cold. Then everyone just started at us when we came in.
Conrad: [/B] (talking softly with Shanon not paying attention to anything Hank had just said, turned back to Hank noticing he stopped talking)[/I] What was that you said, Oh never mind we’re not here to listen to you complain about trivial things. We are here to talk about my debut at the pay per view. Which is very fitting for some on of my talent, but a match against not just one opponent but two ( (He gets an evil grin on his face)[/I] is perfect. Not only do I get to take out two opponents, but one of them is my old friend, (in a mocking voice) [/I] “The Mega Mouth of Wrestling, The Extreme Asshole, the Suicide King Chad Allen” and some American Gladiator want-a-be rich boy. [/color]
(Just then the barkeep brings over the tea for Hank and Jack and two large leather mugs of some orange/red drink for Shanon and Conrad. Conrad then nods to the barkeep and takes his mug and drunks half of it.) [/I]
Conrad: [/B] Oh where was I.
Shanon: [/B] You were talking about Thunder.[/color]
Conrad: [/B] Oh yeah, this rich boy is nothing to me, just another person to take out. But The Suicide King Chad Allen, brings back the past. It has come back to haunt me once again. (Conrad then downs the rest of his drink)[/I] This time it will be different, this time there will be no toying with you. It will be over quick and painful. [/color]
Hank:[/B] So you really think you are good enough to completely forget about Thunder even though all three of you are debuting at the same time in WCF?
Conrad: [/B] Are you Deaf.
Hank: [/B] No I’m not Deaf.
Conrad: [/B] ehh?
Hank: [/B] I said I am not deaf.
Conrad: [/B] What was that?
Hank: [/B] Ok, I have enough of your Shenanigans!
Conrad: [/B] As have I, now just shut-up and hold the microphone. That is the only reason I asked you here, and to make sure the camera and cameraman got here as well. Like I was saying, Thunder is nothing more to me than a stepping stone. The only man I see in my way to starting my hunt for gold is “The Suicide King”, and I have no doubt that he will present only a bump on the way.
Hank: [/B] So you think you good enough to get a chance at some gold even though you have not even had your first match yet?
Conrad: [/B] How did you get this job? It is easy to see how successful in life I have been. I have the most beautiful women in the world by my side, and in due time, I will have one if not all the belts in WCF. Plus have you seen the champions? …Please.
Hank: [/B] So what you are telling me is you think the likes of Torture, Creeping Death and Nate Nytro are not good Champions?
Conrad: [/B] Whoa there Hank, if you have a problem with your Champions say that on your own time, and don’t go putting words in my mouth. Your sitting here calling them no good and I just said that in due time I will have their belts. I am not trying to diminish their “talent” I am just saying that I am destined to have gold.
(All of a sudden a beeping noise sound and Hank pulls out what looks to be a Palm Pilot.) [/I]
Hank: [/B] I just got word that Thunder had these comments “You may have the luck of the Irish on your side, but that is not enough to defeat me. So down another beer and grab a four leaf clover, it’s going to be a long night for you. What do you have to say about that.
Conrad: [/B] Well Hank it just goes to prove what I was saying earlier, because I not even fucking Irish.
Hank: [/B]So do you have any final words Thunder and Chad Allen?
Conrad: [/B] I have done enough talking for now, thanks for the drinks. Honor, Scott and Glory
(Both Shanon and Conrad get up and walk out of the pub.) [/I]
HANK: [/B] I don’t believe that the driver they got us wouldn’t even drive us into town, and just dropped us off a mile out.
JACK: [/B] From the looks of it I don’t want to be here ether.
HANK: [/B] I have to complain when we get back.
JACK: [/B] (under his breath) [/I] if we make it back.
HANK: [/B] I think this is the place
(As they walk over they notice its traditional shingle shows a ferocious wolf's bloody head on a pike, and tells us the pub's name, "The Slaughtered Lamb".)[/I]
The scene cut to the inside of the pub.
(The pub was apparently "modernized" sometime in the mid-fifties. Its traditional Englishness combines with greasy stainless steel and glass. It is populated by mostly pale young men with longish hair. Several older men are ruddy complexioned and sport large mustaches. Four or five are watching a chess game. Two men are playing darts. The conversation is loud and there is often laughter. But there is something unsavory about these people. They have a look of leanness and poverty.
The door opens revealing Hank and Jack. There is dead silence and all are staring in a not-friendly way at the two men who are made uncomfortable by all the strange attention. They give each other a "what?" look, and then turn to the assembled populace.) [/I]
HANK: [/B] Hello.
(The face of the crowd sits silent and staring. The female barkeep nods. Hank and Jack walk carefully over to a table and very self-consciously sit down at the table. There is a long, awkward wait. The barkeep finally comes over to them.) [/I]
JACK: [/B] Do you have any hot soup?
BARKEEP: [/B] No.
HANK: [/B] Well, do you have any coffee?
BARKEEP: [/B] We've got spirits and beer. If it's something hot you want, you can have tea.
JACK: [/B] Then you have some hot tea?
BARKEEP: [/B] No.
JACK: [/B] Oh.
BARKEEP: [/B] But I can heat some up for you if you'd like.
HANK: [/B] Thank you. That would be great. Also, we were told to meet a Conrad Howell here. Have you seen him?
BARKEEP: [/B] No, But he will be in shortly, he always comes in around this hour.
(As the Woman turns to prepare the tea, everyone resumes what they were doing, talking, drinking, playing chess and darts, and Hank and Jake breathes easier). [/I]
JACK: [/B] Nice looking group.
HANK: [/B] Listen, at least it's warm in here. I just hope we can get the interview over with soon, and find a way home.
JACK: [/B] Look at that.
(On the wall is painted a red pentangle and on either side burns a yellow candle. Just then the Door opens and Shanon, in her Deerskin outfit and Conrad in his Howell tartan kilt and black t-shirt, walk in to warm cheers of welcome from the crowd. Shanon spots the two and walks over to them. ) [/I]
Shanon: [/B] This way guys.
(She then leads them to a table in the back corner of the room where Conrad has made his way to. Jack gets his camera ready as Hank sits down across from Conrad.) [/I]
Conrad: [/B] Good evening gentlemen, I have asked you here to address a few things. (He then slides over so Shanon can sit next to him in the booth.) [/I] First I hope you didn’t have too much trouble finding the place. [/color]
Hank: [/B] Well the driver did drop us off about a mile out, and made us walk in the cold. Then everyone just started at us when we came in.
Conrad: [/B] (talking softly with Shanon not paying attention to anything Hank had just said, turned back to Hank noticing he stopped talking)[/I] What was that you said, Oh never mind we’re not here to listen to you complain about trivial things. We are here to talk about my debut at the pay per view. Which is very fitting for some on of my talent, but a match against not just one opponent but two ( (He gets an evil grin on his face)[/I] is perfect. Not only do I get to take out two opponents, but one of them is my old friend, (in a mocking voice) [/I] “The Mega Mouth of Wrestling, The Extreme Asshole, the Suicide King Chad Allen” and some American Gladiator want-a-be rich boy. [/color]
(Just then the barkeep brings over the tea for Hank and Jack and two large leather mugs of some orange/red drink for Shanon and Conrad. Conrad then nods to the barkeep and takes his mug and drunks half of it.) [/I]
Conrad: [/B] Oh where was I.
Shanon: [/B] You were talking about Thunder.[/color]
Conrad: [/B] Oh yeah, this rich boy is nothing to me, just another person to take out. But The Suicide King Chad Allen, brings back the past. It has come back to haunt me once again. (Conrad then downs the rest of his drink)[/I] This time it will be different, this time there will be no toying with you. It will be over quick and painful. [/color]
Hank:[/B] So you really think you are good enough to completely forget about Thunder even though all three of you are debuting at the same time in WCF?
Conrad: [/B] Are you Deaf.
Hank: [/B] No I’m not Deaf.
Conrad: [/B] ehh?
Hank: [/B] I said I am not deaf.
Conrad: [/B] What was that?
Hank: [/B] Ok, I have enough of your Shenanigans!
Conrad: [/B] As have I, now just shut-up and hold the microphone. That is the only reason I asked you here, and to make sure the camera and cameraman got here as well. Like I was saying, Thunder is nothing more to me than a stepping stone. The only man I see in my way to starting my hunt for gold is “The Suicide King”, and I have no doubt that he will present only a bump on the way.
Hank: [/B] So you think you good enough to get a chance at some gold even though you have not even had your first match yet?
Conrad: [/B] How did you get this job? It is easy to see how successful in life I have been. I have the most beautiful women in the world by my side, and in due time, I will have one if not all the belts in WCF. Plus have you seen the champions? …Please.
Hank: [/B] So what you are telling me is you think the likes of Torture, Creeping Death and Nate Nytro are not good Champions?
Conrad: [/B] Whoa there Hank, if you have a problem with your Champions say that on your own time, and don’t go putting words in my mouth. Your sitting here calling them no good and I just said that in due time I will have their belts. I am not trying to diminish their “talent” I am just saying that I am destined to have gold.
(All of a sudden a beeping noise sound and Hank pulls out what looks to be a Palm Pilot.) [/I]
Hank: [/B] I just got word that Thunder had these comments “You may have the luck of the Irish on your side, but that is not enough to defeat me. So down another beer and grab a four leaf clover, it’s going to be a long night for you. What do you have to say about that.
Conrad: [/B] Well Hank it just goes to prove what I was saying earlier, because I not even fucking Irish.
Hank: [/B]So do you have any final words Thunder and Chad Allen?
Conrad: [/B] I have done enough talking for now, thanks for the drinks. Honor, Scott and Glory
(Both Shanon and Conrad get up and walk out of the pub.) [/I]
