Post by Speede on Jul 14, 2011 23:35:44 GMT -5
The scene opens in the quiet, starry night sky, the camera shifting from angle to angle, showing the different constellations, and gives the shot of the full moon before angling downward, the camera is shown to be high up in the air, several hundred feet, and as the camera angles toward the ground, the camera shows a glimpse of artificial lighting, the shot passing directly over it before showing near darkness. The moonlight is the only thing illuminating the otherwise dark area on the ground, and that moonlight is all that’s required to show the waves rising and falling across the sands of the beach, the peaceful melody of the contact between water and more water, water and sand brings a relaxed feeling to the atmosphere. The waves are higher than most of the waves along the east coast, but it is definitely the east coast because of the direction the moon’s going as it rises into the sky.
The shot cuts to another camera, also focused on the waves and the sands, angled down slightly, as if from the top of a lifeguard stand or the deck off the second story of a building, but close to the edge of the beach, if not atop the sands already. This angle has the moonlight reflecting off the water with such a shimmer that one could see miles out across the ocean. Turning slowly clockwise, a pier can be seen about a mile down the beach reaching out into the waters, and the camera continues turning past the shacks atop that pier, showing darkened out houses, two and three stories each and every one of them, and each and every one of them with a walkway over the dunes of the beach, and a deck at the end of each walkway, each structured a bit differently, and each with a flight of stairs leading down onto the actual sands of the beach.
The camera continues to rotate even further, and we start to see the lights of one house that still glow brightly. The three-story mansion has a deck hanging off the back of each floor of the building, and the lights from the first and third floors all glow brightly while those of the second floor remain a bit more dull, and visible between the massive structure and the camera are palm trees, an asphalt pathway and recreation area, and the main attraction, an in-ground hot tub bubbling powerfully. In the hot tub sit two figures, across from one another facing one another.
The camera approaches the hot tub, and as it approaches, the figures in the tub are more easily identifiable. The figure farthest from the camera, facing off to the right of the camera a bit, is a gorgeous blonde, who is smiling and giggling as the shot takes hold; the figure she faces, down from the camera is that of a dark-haired man with relatively short hair, and all we can see is the back of his head. Not much below the shoulders of either of the two is visible below their shoulders due to the water and the current from the hot tub; over the girl’s shoulders are two thin white straps, more than likely those of a bikini, and what we can see of the guy is bare, down to his shoulders and chest. The two, Aubrey Summers and Roy Speede, are enjoying themselves with some conversation, and the camera’s audio starts to pick it up.
Aubrey Summers: “Roy, this evening has been great; I am having a wonderful time. Thank you so much!”
Roy Speede: “Of course, Aubrey. Anything for you.”
Aubrey Summers: "You really are a sweet guy Roy. I am so lucky to have met you."
Roy Speede: “No, you really aren’t. You could get any guy your heart desires just by smiling at him. I’m the lucky one. And I’ll make sure I beat Kaylyn. I’m going to annihilate her for you. And when I’m done with her, I’ll hoist that World Title; it’s still pretty hard not to direct everything at her.”
Aubrey Summers: “But Roy, you promised not to worry about her...”
Roy Speede: “Yeah, you’re right, I did... What was it you were so upset about earlier, anyway?”
Aubrey Summers: “That? Oh, it was nothing, just more of Kaylyn’s... Antics.”
Roy Speede: “Aubrey... I know when you’re hiding something. Now what did she do?”
Aubrey Summers: “She... She... Roy, I don’t want to tell you; if I do, I know you will never keep your promise about focusing on winning.”
Roy Speede: “Aubrey, there’s a lot of competition in this match. I don’t know whether I’ll be able to win even without being distracted by my hatred toward Kaylyn. I think it’s better to get something accomplished, and beating Kaylyn is just that.”
Aubrey Summers: “So you won’t just let this go then?”
Roy Speede: “You’re my girlfriend, Aubrey. I’m not going to be mad at you, and nothing you can say will change that. If you still want me to, I’ll try to let it go and focus on the match, but I need to know what she did to you.”
Aubrey Summers: “She...”
A tear rolls down her face as she tries to get the words out.
Aubrey Summers: “She made me lick her... Down there... Through her panties, but still. I feel so ashamed.”
Aubrey stops fighting it, and lets out a soft cry, her eyes starting to fill with tears. Roy immediately crosses the hot tub, and sits down beside her, his arm wrapping around her, looking into her eyes.
Roy Speede: “Aubrey, it’s nothing to be ashamed of. She’s a pain in the ass, and she needs to stop bullying you. She knows she’s in your head with the whole firing you thing; she’s not going to stop unless someone stands up to her, Aubrey. Let me do it. I’ve got a match with her this week, and she’s going to pay for what she’s done to you.”
Aubrey Summers: “Oh, Roy, you are not embarrassed by me? I thought you would be; I was so worried.”
Roy Speede: “You don’t have to worry, Aubrey, I’ll never be upset with you for something like that. If anything, I’m upset with Kaylyn for taking it that far. I’m going to get payback this week if it kills me. You could never embarrass me bad enough that it would hurt me like that.”
Roy has a look of mixed concern for Aubrey, and rage toward Kaylyn on his face, but is letting the concern for Aubrey prevail as he holds her hands in his own, facing her. The tears stop, and she looks into his eyes.
Aubrey Summers: “Think about it a bit first. If you try to hurt her, she could fire you, couldn’t she?”
He gives her a quick kiss on the lips.
Roy Speede: “Let her have me fired; if it does you some good, I’m fine with that. All I know is, I’m making you a second promise right now. I’ll do my best not to focus too much on her during the match, but I promise that, if I get the chance, I’ll hurt her. I’ll hurt her bad...
The anger on his face starts to appear in greater magnitude, and he stands up, letting go of her for a moment.
Roy Speede: “I’m going to go for a swim in the ocean; would you like to come with me?”
Aubrey Summers: “No, thanks, I am going to stay here for a bit, but thank you.”
Roy Speede: “Alright then; maybe we can go for a walk on the beach later?”
Aubrey Summers: “That sounds more my thing right now, Roy. I’d love to.”
Roy Speede: “Okay; I’ll be back in a little while, Aubrey.”
The scene fades out as Roy climbs out of the hot tub, revealing his swim shorts, which feature a camouflage pattern.
...
The shot reopens minutes later on Roy, standing on that platform above the sands, looking out over the ocean, which still shines like before, silent and in a solemn nature. He shifts his gaze, looking up from the waves, and gazes into the moon, the camera circling him. A determined look sits upon his face as he opens his lips, still staring directly at the big full moon that sits in the sky.
Roy Speede: “Kaylyn James Evans... You went too far. If it’s the last thing I do, I will return the favor.”
With that, Roy breaks his concentration from the moon and its hypnotic glow, and starts off down the stairs. With each step, a tap is heard from his foot meeting the boards of wood that connect to form stairs, and at least a dozen of these sounds are made, back to back to back, before a sound much like the echo made by squishing one of those little bean pillow thingies, only much softer, is heard as Roy takes his first step off the bottom of those rickety old steps and into the sands of the beach, some of the sand falling from the dune behind it to replace that which his foot had just displaced. Another step, and again sand starts to replace it rather quickly. This only happens twice or three times more before Roy is out of reach of the dunes, and along the main strip of sand on the beach, the ocean breeze blowing through his hair and across his face and chest, as well as the rest of the front of him as he stops to gaze out across the ocean once more. This pause, however, is only momentary, before Roy continues forward, this time at a run in the direction of the water. Splashing much like that of the sound made when pouring water onto asphalt from about four feet off the ground can be heard as his feet start to splash down through the water, and with a single jump about ten steps into the water, Roy hurdles a smaller wave, causing a much louder splash, and just like that, he disappears into the ocean.
...
Some time later, the shot regains its focus on Roy as he slowly staggers out of the salty water known as the Atlantic Ocean, stumbles and falls, catching himself with a humongous wooden post, and pauses a minute trying to regain his composure. The camera looks up, tracing the post to see what it was, and the camera shows the pier, perhaps the one we saw earlier a mile from Roy’s house, perhaps another one, but likely that one a mile away judging by the position in the moon in the sky and how far he could’ve swam in that time. Roy gets back to his feet firmly, and the camera refocuses on him. He looks around for a minute, and takes a step or two away from the post, this time with very little wobbling or stumbling. He takes another several steps and continues walking along the beach, going rather slowly north with the camera to his left, going at the same pace as the waves continue to echo in the background. He looks over at the camera for a minute, before turning his head back to the path ahead of him, starting to speak.
Roy Speede: “Ultimate Showdown is less than seven days away. And it is also the first Pay-Per-View main event for the young Mister Roy Speede. Unlike traditional pay-per-views, Ultimate Showdown features one of the biggest six-wrestler matches any company anywhere could imagine. This year’s Ultimate Showdown Pay-Per-View will be no different, except this year, The Silver Lining is added to the mix. Now, I could go on and on trying to explain the philosophy of this match to people, or what’s going through my head and how nerve-racking it is to try and prepare for a match most people believe I have no chance of winning whatsoever, but I’ve done that time and time again; this time, I’m just going to get straight to the point. You see, Ultimate Showdown will not only be my first Pay-Per-View main event, it will be my first main event WIN at a Pay-Per-View. Don’t sit there trying to play the whole ‘Roy, you’re not good enough to be in the main event’ routine, and don’t try to play the whole ‘Roy, you’re too distracted to perform’ routine. Those don’t work with me; what does work with me, however is when people shut up and put their money where their mouths are, step into that ring, and put up a fight. Because then, I’ll at least be able to prove them wrong.
I’ve got a whole slate of opponents at Ultimate Showdown, and the first of those is a man that, quite honestly, I don’t even think is familiar with himself sometimes. I’m talking, of course, about Oblivion, the sick, twisted man sitting there thinking he’s hot shit just because it took him... what, six tries to beat Phillip Baines? Seven? Point is, he didn’t beat Baines alone; he had to ask his ass for help from one World Champion in a wiener suit, and even so almost fucked things up again. If you ask me, Oblivious is nothing at all without his old tag team partner, Orangesyphilis... No, that wasn’t it... Bluepneumonia... no, it was only three syllables... Oh yeah, Greenfever! He’s the one from that team that actually made them what they were, and his name still isn’t memorable, even after what Phillip Baines did, namely, kill him. And if Baines can do that to the team’s better half, imagine what someone like Roy Speede could do to the weaker of the two partners; imagine what Roy Speede could do to Oblivious. That is, assuming the lummox that Oblivious is isn’t smart enough to avoid me, as if he were a cow standing on the train tracks when the siren was blaring. Oblivious tries to mess with me, I’m going to destroy him; I’m going to show the world that Roy Speede truly did reopen this business for the young guns; for FPV and for Phillip Baines especially; and when I leave Oblivious lying flat in that ring, that belt held above my head in victory, it won’t even be funny anymore. At least not for Oblivious, it won’t.
Next on the list is a man who doesn’t even deserve to be in this match. I’m talking about how Old-‘un Balfore got the easy ride into this main event after facing a rapidly declining Steve Thunder. Old-‘un Balfore isn’t in even the same class as Oblivious, much less in main event form. The guy’s overweight, overaged, and overzealous about the hint of talent he seems to have left in those old bones when he should really be concentrating on retirement and making sure he gets to the early bird special at Country Cookin’ Buffet. That US Title belt will fall from the shoulders of Old-‘un Balfore this week, and it will fall into the waiting hands of whomever the hell is just lucky enough to be the fifth and final person I knock out of this match; besides, Old-‘un should be thanking me for helping him relieve the burden of carrying an extra... what, oh say Ten pounds, fifteen maybe, every time he walks that walker of his down to the ring. Old-‘un’s ancient, decaying hands don’t need that belt anymore; if anything, they need help with scooping his oatmeal into his mouth day in and day out. Maybe if he’s lucky, I’ll help him find a good nurse to take care of him, so his horny pet doesn’t have to do it all.
Next up is a man who I once thought to be my uncle, a man whose entire career has come from trading blows with the man I was told was my father, but was proven not to be. The main subject of this topic is Jay Price. This guy is one who leaves me at a loss for the right words at times, mainly because the things this fool does are so incredibly stupid, they don’t at all require a comment. But yet there is something about him that just seems to require a comment on him, whether it’s that he’s a terrible wrestler who has never once taken home a prize the likes of the World Heavyweight Title or whether it’s the fact that he likes to talk about taking shits, much like one Jason Kash does, I can’t tell, but something about him just seems a bit... off. Well, I take that back, everything regarding this guy is completely off, from his in-ring ability to his speaking skills, and even regarding personality off-camera. Now that I think about it, it’s obvious he likes taking shits during Promos; Kash, Price, both names relate to money! Only, much like Kash’s misfortunes with the WCF, Price is about to go bankrupt!
Next we have little Miss Kaylyn James Evans, or as some call her, The Perfect Ten. As if I haven’t said enough about her yet, I have yet to give any mainstream reasons why I can’t stand this nuisance aside from the fact her utter lack of respect for my girlfriend. If that isn’t enough, she’s flirting with EVERY guy on the roster, including me, thinking she can get away with it with me, knowing fully that I’m dating Aubrey Summers! Well she can’t, and and while she holds the TV Title now, it’s obvious to me that come Ultimate Showdown, she won’t walk out a champion. She’s too busy trying to coax Corey Black into letting her do whatever she wants or giving her another World Title shot next week, and nobody wants to be near a girl who only pleases you to get what she wants from you because you’re in charge; it’s disgusting to see how far Kaylyn will go to ensure she gets what she wants, when she wants it. She harasses my girlfriend because she can’t fight back without being fired, and it’s pathetic to see her turning another human being into a slave; I will make Kaylyn sorry she ever laid eyes on Aubrey Summers. That’s a promise.
Finally... Oh finally, the man everyone’s got their eyes on, Mister Donald “D-Day” Deruty. Mister Deruty, or if I may, D-Day, I’m not going to lie, you deserve to be the one holding that World Heavyweight Championship. Or at least, you have so far. But sooner or later, you’ll slip up, and when you do, there will be another wrestler waiting to capitalize. One false move this Monday and that person that will capitalize on your mistakes, that’ll be me. I have to be completely honest, D-Day, you’re perhaps the one person in this company I respect other than those directly associated with myself, FPV and Aubrey. You’re not an insane mastermind trying to plot out evil or send someone through a flaming table with a spinning powerbomb, you’re not picking on someone else for the fun of it, and you’re most definitely not an insane homosexual who likes to hump his own brother. You’re someone in this business I have a reason to respect... Respect you or not, Mr. Deruty, you can consider yourself a soldier in the German army and for you, this Monday is D-Day.
And one more thing. There’s a lot of speculation about the assault on Mr. Deruty by one Phillip Baines as of late. I don’t care what Baines tries to do to me; when I win that World Heavyweight Championship on Monday, that belt is going back to Richmond around my waist. Anything the Hardcore Champion can cook up will be a waste to me. I’m going to defeat him just like I will Old-‘un, just like I will Oblivious, just like I will Jay Price, just like I will Kay-Kay, just like I will Mr. Deruty. This match is mine to win, and nothing anyone can say or do will stop me from achieving that goal of becoming the World Heavyweight Champion.”
The camera moves around to Roy’s right side, and aside from the moon directly overhead, the shot would’ve been completely dark. At this exact moment, however, Roy starts veering off to his left, the camera trailing behind him now as the sight of the lights at his house start into the shot from top right. As he gets closer to the bottom of the stairs, he is greeted by a warm hug from Aubrey, who had come running across the sand to meet him with the hug, and seems overjoyed to see him. She’s still wearing that black bikini with the white straps, and her bare feet dance across the top of the sand, and as the wraps her arms around him, he wraps his arms around her as well, and we see Aubrey’s beautiful smile, her eyes gently shut for a moment before she looks back up into his eyes.
Aubrey Summers: “Roy, I’m so glad you’re okay! You’ve been gone five hours, and I was so worried you’d gotten lost at sea!”
Roy Speede: “Aubrey, you’re my girlfriend; I’m never going to let myself get locked away from you. I want to be here, with you, always.”
Aubrey Summers: “Aww, you’re such a sweetie.”
Roy Speede: “No, you’re the sweet one, Aubrey. I’m just the luckiest guy in the world. I just hope... I just hope that luck carries over to my match, so I can beat the others. Especially Kaylyn.”
Aubrey Summers: “Roy, you promised me you would not keep your focus on her. I want you to keep that promise, okay?”
Roy Speede: “Okay, Aubrey. I’ll keep that promise. But if she gets in my way, I’m taking her out of the equation. Helping you get revenge is going to be fun.”
Aubrey Summers: “We’ll worry about that later, tiger. You go get that belt.”
Roy Speede: “If I win the belt, great, if not, I don’t mind. I just want to be there to help you, Aubrey.”
Aubrey Summers: “Thanks, Roy. I’m sure you’ll do great.”
Roy Speede: “I know I will. I’m doing this for both of us, Aubrey. I’m going to win.”
He leans in closer to her, and kisses her. She kisses back, and the scene starts to fade as the kiss deepens.
