Post by hatebreeder on Aug 21, 2008 20:43:57 GMT -6
(A tiny bit of snow falls from the sky, covering the roads of a large industrial city with a light dusting. On the streets, candy cane lights adorn the streetlights and a large group of people just left from a theatre show)
(On the marquee above the theatre door, we see the words “Miracle of 34th street” in bright large letters. People are exiting the theatre and the camera focuses in on a beautiful woman and her young son, who is walking next to her… He speaks to her with the utmost reverence and love)
Boy: Mommy, why couldn’t Daddy come to this show with us?
Mother: Well, your father is in Japan this evening for a Christmas Eve showdown with some Giant Baba character. He needed this match, so he sent us these tickets and I had a good time, did you have a good time?
Boy: Yeah mommy! That show was great!!! I love Santa Claus, I hope he comes to my house tonight!
Mommy: What do you want Santa to bring you?
Boy: I want Santa to bring me daddy…
(The woman looks concerned, and the scene fades to another, where we see a large American standing toe-to-toe with the legendary Giant Baba. The two are swinging at each other, the American is bleeding from his eye. Giant Baba grabs him by the head and nails a vicious chop to his skull that sends him to the mat, the screen flickers and goes black and white for a second, but a moment later it resumes in full color as Baba picks the man up by the hair tossing him into the corner)
(He runs in after him and the American dodges stepping to the side, wrapping his hands around the giant superstars waist and planting him on his head, he rolls over on top of him and the referee counts to three, the announcer grabs the microphone)
Announcer: The winner, and NEEEEEEEW All Japan Pro Wrestling Champion, GIIIIIIIIIIB!!!
(The man known as Gib grabs the All Japan title and raises it above his head, the crowd boos him heavily and he spits into the front row in classic 80’s heel style, he then goes over to the fallen former champion and stomps on him a few times. He then makes a masturbating gesture over the man complete with opposite hand fake ejaculation over his fallen opponent. He hops over the top rope and the scene changes again, this time to the inside of a bar)
(A man sits belly up with a row of empty shot glasses and bottles in front of him; he is barely able to hold himself up to the bar as he raises his hand speaking in a series of slurred words)
Man: I’ll taaake another boilermaker…
(The bartender looks at his mess and responds)
Tender: No man, you are done tonight. I will call you a cab…
(The man becomes irate)
Man: My mooney isn’t good enough anymore? You ****ing asshole face… I will go somewhere else…
Bartender: Just get out of here…
(The man gets up throwing his arm knocking the bottles over onto the counter. A couple fall to the floor and smash the man steps outside to the side of the road rustling in his pocket, he pulls a set of keys out of his pocket and fumbles with them opening the door He sits in the driver seat and then leans out the car door where a massive amount of vomit comes forth from his mouth, you can almost smell the regurgitated stale whiskey as the scene returns to the young boy and his mother walking up the street)
(They are holding hands and the boy looks content, staring for a moment or two at his mother, a vision of perfection, there is feeling in your bones that something will go wrong at any second)
Mom: Almost home, then we can open one present tonight, a special one from your father.
Boy: really? I can’t wait! Dad always gets cool things!
(Suddenly a car comes screeching around the corner, the woman looks as the car drifts over to the sidewalk that they are walking on, the mother, instinctively throws here son out of the way as the car crashes into her midsection, she is sent backward as the boy screams)
Boy: MOOOOOOOOOM!!!!
(he rushes to her side and we see her face, angelic, but covered in blood and dirt the snow still falling slightly as the scene fades back to Gib in the locker room in Japan)
Gib: Hey, Xander, wake up you little faggot!
(Suddenly we are brought back to the warehouse Xander stiffens up in shock and looks around, we see another man standing in the room, and you recognize him as the former wrestling superstar, Gib “The 80’s Icon”. He speaks)
Gib: What’s wrong little boy? Having a bad dream about Angelo Del Muerte or whatever that freak calls himself, talk about a ****ing chemical imbalance…
(Xander shakes his head, clearing the cobwebs from his mind.)
Xander: I guess you could say that…
(Xander has tears in his eyes as he sits)
Gib: Are you crying you pussy? What the hell is wrong with you?
Xander: Nothing dad, just the allergies is all…
Gib: Now listen you little punk, because I have something really serious to talk to you about. This guy Fate, he is way better then you and there is no chance that you are going to beat him, as a matter of fact, I think I might put some money on him because, ****in’ A that dude is one psychotic mother ****er, I mean seriously, did you hear what he had to say. Stuff like crossing the threshold and feeling no fear and not walking gentle into that good night and garbage, trash, filth…
(Xander looks surprised and then raises an eyebrow)
Xander: Did you just quote Dylan Thomas?
Gib: Who’s that? Some Freddie Mercury like homo that dances around on stage that you listen too? Jesus boy, where did I go wrong?
Xander: I think your sperm were drunk like you…
Gib: Yeah, probably, some scientific anomaly. Just do me one favor, don’t wear that face paint to the ring, you look like some idiot…
Xander: Whatever man, did you come here to criticize me or what?
Gib: No, I came because you have no chance in hell, and quite frankly I don’t want you tarnishing my good name, so I am going to train with you today, and make you tough like your old man…
Xander: Great…
Gib: I have everything set up out back, let’s check it out…
(Xander walks slowly with no great excitement in his steps, his father, however, is bouncing with excitement)
Gib: I have something special for you, so you can get the Eye of the Tiger…
(They exit through metal double doors and outside a cage sits in the back fenced in area… Inside it is a tiger)
Gib: See, this tiger is a psychotic son of a bitch too, if you can take this tiger then you can take Angel with no problemo senor…
Xander: Why don’t you start, and I will take the second chance at the tiger…
Gib: Good idea, this thing is far to powerful for you. I will tire him out and then you can finish him off…
Xander: Sure, **** I think I hear the phone ringing, I will be right back…
Gib: Ok boy, now on guard tiger!!
(He opens the cage we hear a ferocious roar and then Xander walks into the gym, laughing to himself)
Xander: What an idiot…
(he walks over to a weight bench and sits down)
Fate, I can’t lie. I have no idea how to train for you. My career had been a short one, I have wrestled a mere three matches, but I have watched thousands. I have never encountered someone like you, someone that believes so much in perceptions and how they actually can mold what someone is. The idea that someone else is what I make him or her out to be is a completely foreign thought. My feeling is quite the opposite on a philosophical level. I feel you are what you are; you are what you make yourself. I am not the way I am because you think I am. There is no life after death, there is no otherworldly things, there is only what exists in this moment, right here and now, in this very moment.
(he rubs his head)
The people on the streets see a more cold and dark world because they have a greater understanding, or because they are more receptive to other outward things. They see things because they have created that life for their selves, because they haven’t seized their opportunities. Carpe Diem is not a phrase that has ever crossed their lips, thus, they are just more negative and depressed Fate.
(he raises his head)
Honestly, I am going to do what I always do when I face someone, I am going to go to the ring, I am certainly going to use my size as an advantage and I am going to try and make you feel the pain that you wish for me to endure, to prove that I feel emotion. Pain is not an emotion, pain is simply a chemical reaction caused my a bodies reaction to stimulus, like when a Venus fly trap catches it’s prey, there is no emotion, there is no feeling. There is simply, one thing, a reaction. The same reaction your body will go through when I am inflicting pain upon you using my superior strength, as long as I can get my hands on you.
Fate, Angelo, Jacques, whoever I face this weekend let them know I am not someone that can be scared by fire and theatrics, I can make fire, I can make explosions, I have a copy of the anarchists cookbook just like everyone else. I am not scared of you, I am not nervous, I am excited. I want to test myself and I feel that regardless of a win or loss, that after this match you will respect me. I am aware that I have done nothing to garner respect yet, I don’t ask for it without just reason, but I promise you this Fate, when you wake up Monday morning you are going to be stiff, you are going to be pained and you are going to be hurt, and it will not be an emotional scar that I leave on you, it will be a physical one.
(With this the door to the gym bursts open and Gib walks in, his shirt torn, blood flowing from some scratch marks on his chest and there is the small point that he is carrying a tiger over his shoulder)
Gib: Sorry, you will have to wait for him to wake up, I choked him out, he ****ing cut me…
Xander: Well, he is a tiger…
Gib: Yes, but now I am a beast, and that is what you must become. Let me call my buddy, I think he might have a bobcat or something more your size, you scrawny punk…
Xander: And here we go again…
(Xander shakes his head as the scene fades.)
(On the marquee above the theatre door, we see the words “Miracle of 34th street” in bright large letters. People are exiting the theatre and the camera focuses in on a beautiful woman and her young son, who is walking next to her… He speaks to her with the utmost reverence and love)
Boy: Mommy, why couldn’t Daddy come to this show with us?
Mother: Well, your father is in Japan this evening for a Christmas Eve showdown with some Giant Baba character. He needed this match, so he sent us these tickets and I had a good time, did you have a good time?
Boy: Yeah mommy! That show was great!!! I love Santa Claus, I hope he comes to my house tonight!
Mommy: What do you want Santa to bring you?
Boy: I want Santa to bring me daddy…
(The woman looks concerned, and the scene fades to another, where we see a large American standing toe-to-toe with the legendary Giant Baba. The two are swinging at each other, the American is bleeding from his eye. Giant Baba grabs him by the head and nails a vicious chop to his skull that sends him to the mat, the screen flickers and goes black and white for a second, but a moment later it resumes in full color as Baba picks the man up by the hair tossing him into the corner)
(He runs in after him and the American dodges stepping to the side, wrapping his hands around the giant superstars waist and planting him on his head, he rolls over on top of him and the referee counts to three, the announcer grabs the microphone)
Announcer: The winner, and NEEEEEEEW All Japan Pro Wrestling Champion, GIIIIIIIIIIB!!!
(The man known as Gib grabs the All Japan title and raises it above his head, the crowd boos him heavily and he spits into the front row in classic 80’s heel style, he then goes over to the fallen former champion and stomps on him a few times. He then makes a masturbating gesture over the man complete with opposite hand fake ejaculation over his fallen opponent. He hops over the top rope and the scene changes again, this time to the inside of a bar)
(A man sits belly up with a row of empty shot glasses and bottles in front of him; he is barely able to hold himself up to the bar as he raises his hand speaking in a series of slurred words)
Man: I’ll taaake another boilermaker…
(The bartender looks at his mess and responds)
Tender: No man, you are done tonight. I will call you a cab…
(The man becomes irate)
Man: My mooney isn’t good enough anymore? You ****ing asshole face… I will go somewhere else…
Bartender: Just get out of here…
(The man gets up throwing his arm knocking the bottles over onto the counter. A couple fall to the floor and smash the man steps outside to the side of the road rustling in his pocket, he pulls a set of keys out of his pocket and fumbles with them opening the door He sits in the driver seat and then leans out the car door where a massive amount of vomit comes forth from his mouth, you can almost smell the regurgitated stale whiskey as the scene returns to the young boy and his mother walking up the street)
(They are holding hands and the boy looks content, staring for a moment or two at his mother, a vision of perfection, there is feeling in your bones that something will go wrong at any second)
Mom: Almost home, then we can open one present tonight, a special one from your father.
Boy: really? I can’t wait! Dad always gets cool things!
(Suddenly a car comes screeching around the corner, the woman looks as the car drifts over to the sidewalk that they are walking on, the mother, instinctively throws here son out of the way as the car crashes into her midsection, she is sent backward as the boy screams)
Boy: MOOOOOOOOOM!!!!
(he rushes to her side and we see her face, angelic, but covered in blood and dirt the snow still falling slightly as the scene fades back to Gib in the locker room in Japan)
Gib: Hey, Xander, wake up you little faggot!
(Suddenly we are brought back to the warehouse Xander stiffens up in shock and looks around, we see another man standing in the room, and you recognize him as the former wrestling superstar, Gib “The 80’s Icon”. He speaks)
Gib: What’s wrong little boy? Having a bad dream about Angelo Del Muerte or whatever that freak calls himself, talk about a ****ing chemical imbalance…
(Xander shakes his head, clearing the cobwebs from his mind.)
Xander: I guess you could say that…
(Xander has tears in his eyes as he sits)
Gib: Are you crying you pussy? What the hell is wrong with you?
Xander: Nothing dad, just the allergies is all…
Gib: Now listen you little punk, because I have something really serious to talk to you about. This guy Fate, he is way better then you and there is no chance that you are going to beat him, as a matter of fact, I think I might put some money on him because, ****in’ A that dude is one psychotic mother ****er, I mean seriously, did you hear what he had to say. Stuff like crossing the threshold and feeling no fear and not walking gentle into that good night and garbage, trash, filth…
(Xander looks surprised and then raises an eyebrow)
Xander: Did you just quote Dylan Thomas?
Gib: Who’s that? Some Freddie Mercury like homo that dances around on stage that you listen too? Jesus boy, where did I go wrong?
Xander: I think your sperm were drunk like you…
Gib: Yeah, probably, some scientific anomaly. Just do me one favor, don’t wear that face paint to the ring, you look like some idiot…
Xander: Whatever man, did you come here to criticize me or what?
Gib: No, I came because you have no chance in hell, and quite frankly I don’t want you tarnishing my good name, so I am going to train with you today, and make you tough like your old man…
Xander: Great…
Gib: I have everything set up out back, let’s check it out…
(Xander walks slowly with no great excitement in his steps, his father, however, is bouncing with excitement)
Gib: I have something special for you, so you can get the Eye of the Tiger…
(They exit through metal double doors and outside a cage sits in the back fenced in area… Inside it is a tiger)
Gib: See, this tiger is a psychotic son of a bitch too, if you can take this tiger then you can take Angel with no problemo senor…
Xander: Why don’t you start, and I will take the second chance at the tiger…
Gib: Good idea, this thing is far to powerful for you. I will tire him out and then you can finish him off…
Xander: Sure, **** I think I hear the phone ringing, I will be right back…
Gib: Ok boy, now on guard tiger!!
(He opens the cage we hear a ferocious roar and then Xander walks into the gym, laughing to himself)
Xander: What an idiot…
(he walks over to a weight bench and sits down)
Fate, I can’t lie. I have no idea how to train for you. My career had been a short one, I have wrestled a mere three matches, but I have watched thousands. I have never encountered someone like you, someone that believes so much in perceptions and how they actually can mold what someone is. The idea that someone else is what I make him or her out to be is a completely foreign thought. My feeling is quite the opposite on a philosophical level. I feel you are what you are; you are what you make yourself. I am not the way I am because you think I am. There is no life after death, there is no otherworldly things, there is only what exists in this moment, right here and now, in this very moment.
(he rubs his head)
The people on the streets see a more cold and dark world because they have a greater understanding, or because they are more receptive to other outward things. They see things because they have created that life for their selves, because they haven’t seized their opportunities. Carpe Diem is not a phrase that has ever crossed their lips, thus, they are just more negative and depressed Fate.
(he raises his head)
Honestly, I am going to do what I always do when I face someone, I am going to go to the ring, I am certainly going to use my size as an advantage and I am going to try and make you feel the pain that you wish for me to endure, to prove that I feel emotion. Pain is not an emotion, pain is simply a chemical reaction caused my a bodies reaction to stimulus, like when a Venus fly trap catches it’s prey, there is no emotion, there is no feeling. There is simply, one thing, a reaction. The same reaction your body will go through when I am inflicting pain upon you using my superior strength, as long as I can get my hands on you.
Fate, Angelo, Jacques, whoever I face this weekend let them know I am not someone that can be scared by fire and theatrics, I can make fire, I can make explosions, I have a copy of the anarchists cookbook just like everyone else. I am not scared of you, I am not nervous, I am excited. I want to test myself and I feel that regardless of a win or loss, that after this match you will respect me. I am aware that I have done nothing to garner respect yet, I don’t ask for it without just reason, but I promise you this Fate, when you wake up Monday morning you are going to be stiff, you are going to be pained and you are going to be hurt, and it will not be an emotional scar that I leave on you, it will be a physical one.
(With this the door to the gym bursts open and Gib walks in, his shirt torn, blood flowing from some scratch marks on his chest and there is the small point that he is carrying a tiger over his shoulder)
Gib: Sorry, you will have to wait for him to wake up, I choked him out, he ****ing cut me…
Xander: Well, he is a tiger…
Gib: Yes, but now I am a beast, and that is what you must become. Let me call my buddy, I think he might have a bobcat or something more your size, you scrawny punk…
Xander: And here we go again…
(Xander shakes his head as the scene fades.)