Post by Gib on Nov 1, 2008 8:42:33 GMT -6
Introduction
(When a person wants something, it is one thing. A certain desire is built for this material object. It is true that “want” can be a powerful feeling, but is has incredible overtones of selfishness and a possible lack of any attempted hard work. When someone just wants something, they don’t truly know what desire is, because compared to need want is purely a further explanation of human greed.)
(Last week, Mike Park wanted to win, this week Harold Campbell wants to win. They have a certain want or desire for glory, big money, and fancy cars. If they don’t win, they will move on and most likely still make a great deal of money, or at the very least be able to go home to a hot meal, cold beer and warm bed.)
(For Homeless Harold, it is different. Harold needs to win, if he loses based on his contract he gets a meager amount of money, heck, if he wins he gets only a fifty percent bonus. However, when you don’t have the aforementioned meal, beer, bed then that bonus can mean a world of difference.)
(Desire is a powerful emotion, but ultimately it is trumped by need. When you face a person who truly needs something, it isn’t an easy task to smite them.)
Scene 1 – Collection
(The scene opens to the locker room post Trauma, Homeless Harold, stands over the refreshments table one hand jamming random cold cuts and cheeses into plastic walmart bag. He is furiously drinking a Gatorade with the other hand. He stills wears his mask, pulled up slightly to only expose his mouth. His massive frame is shirtless and actually quite filthy.)
(Leonard Fox approached him with an envelope)
Fox: Here you go man, I never expected you to win but you did, so you really broke the bank on that match, seventy five dollars as promised.
(Homeless Harold stops jamming cold cuts into the bag and turns, looking at the envelope)
Harold: You know, if it is too much, then you can keep the winning bonus, I will be fine with the fifty, I mean, I don’t want to break the bank…
(Fox laughs)
Fox: No, take it I was partially joking with the amount we pay s… Eh, never mind. Good work out there tonight, you may not be the ring technician that Bret Hart was, but you surely have a high degree of aggression. I am unsure if I have ever seen anyone just lift their opponent up and throw them into the corner post headfirst. Brutal yet very effective. Anyway, enjoy the cash and don’t spend it all in one place.
Harold: I intend on putting it into savings…
Fox: Good, saving money is a good way to get back on your feet, having money in a bank is great…
Harold: Banks are ran by the government I don’t trust the bank, I keep my money in the bank of DN.
Fox: Huh, never heard of it.
Harold: Deez Nuts!!!
(He reaches down his pants where he rustles around for a moment, eventually finding what he is looking for, it seems that there is plenty of room down there. He pulls out a sock and from it pulls out a one-dollar bill. He takes the seventy five dollars out of the envelope, wraps them around the dollar and then puts the sock back down his pants, burying in some crevice for sure.)
Harold: Thanks!
(he extends his hand)
Fox: Nope. that’s fine, no need for a handshake!
Harold: Huh, no problem, can I wrassle someone again?
Fox: It is already set up, Harry Campbell is your next opponent, and you will wrestle him next week on Wired before the PPV. 100 bucks if you win this time!
Harold: SWEEETT!!
(he thrusts his pelvis and pumps his feet momentarily. Fox looks disgusted)
Fox: Ok, enough with that, I have to go, see you later!
(Harold smiles and after clearing the table of meats and cheese he walks towards the door. He exits, grabs a shopping cart full of random junk items and walks down the street, destination unknown.)
Scene II – Halloween Night
(Scene opens to an alleyway, a television box starts to rustle and emerging forth from it is our protagonist Homeless Harry. He staggers forward and in his hand we see the most likely reason for his life being the way it is, an almost empty bottle of Mad Dog 20/20. He raises it to his lips and drains it. Throwing the bottle against the side of the building it smashes)
Voice #1: Hey what was that?
Voice #2: Who knows, let’s go check it out.
(two people that appear to be college students walk into the alleyway, they are wearing clothes that make them appear to be in Alex’s gang in A Clockwork Orange the two boys see Harold walking forward and smiles cross their faces as if they have won the lottery)
Voice #1: Well, lookey here, we have a homeless piece of ****
Voice #2: Another drain on our economic system. Hey, want to give him some food!
(Harold speaks up for the first time)
Harold: I am a bit hungry. What do you have?
(The two boys yell at the same time.)
Both: EGGS!!!
(The pulls eggs from their pockets and start drilling him in the face and body. Harold looks mad, obviously in a alcohol fueled rage drives his legs and lunges at the two boys. They sidestep and one trips him with a cane. The two of them then lay down a merciless beating on him, nailing him with boots to his rib cage, finally they stop, Harold doesn’t move. They both spit on him as the camera fades)
Scene III – A Cry for Help
(Scene opens to a goodwill soup kitchen. Harold steps into the door and many people raise their heads and wave. A young girl is ladling soup for the inhabitants of the kitchen. She stops and drops the ladle when Harold walks forward, blood covering his already messy and disgusting clothes.)
Girl: Harold? You know, you are a big TV star now; I don’t think you are crying poverty anymore. I am afraid that we won’t be able to serve you here anymore…
(Harold stumbles forward a couple steps, the girl stops ladling soup and looks up alarmed)
Girl: Harold, why are you covered in blood?
(Harold collapses to the floor and the girl rushes to his side as the scene fades)
Scene IV – Realizations
(Scene reopens to Harold lying a mattress with no coverings, his mask is still on but he is not wearing any shirt, his massive frame there. On the television is a video of Harry Campbell decimating his opponent from last weeks Trauma. The girl from the previous section is walking towards him with a bloody washcloth in her hand)
Girl: What the hell happened to you?
Harold: Ugh… my head what the ****…
(he sits up, then, stops, laying back down slowly and gingerly)
Harold: So freakin’ dizzy…
Girl: I don’t know what happened, it looks like a truck hit you! Did that happen in your match last week?
Harold: No, that guy, I don’t know, he didn’t barely hit me. I thought I was supposed to be a punching bag last week, and now look I am wrestling again and can make another hundred bucks. I just got to get healed up, those frat punks beat my ass again.
Girl: Were you on the street again? Drunk?
(Harold doesn’t respond)
Girl: If you are going to be what you once were, you need to forget that damn bottle, I am getting sick of cleaning you up every week. Now, I have to worry sick, have you seen the guy you are fighting next week?
Harold: Wrestling, it’s called wrestling.
Girl: No, what I saw you doing last week was brawling. I mean you gouged that other man’s eyes, tried to break his arm over your shoulder, there was nothing “wrestling” about it, and I am unsure whether or not you have seen the size of your opponent this week, but he looks like a silverback gorilla. He is like seven feet tall and has a mean streak..
Harold: How big?
Girl: Seven Feet, look, he in on the television right now, Harold Campbell…
(Scene shows Harry Campbell ripping back his opponents upper lip and smiling, shoving the mans face towards the camera.)
Girl: I mean that guy Harry is a nut, a crazy psychopathic demon. And you have to face him, and you are in no shape for it.
Harold: I have to get back on my feet though. I can’t look anyone in my eye, when Leonard Fox deposited the golden shower on me, it represented the change I needed. I have a job, and as long as I do well, I should be able to keep it.
Girl: I think you also have to stay breathing to get the check. Please don’t fight this man, he is bigger then you, stronger then you and he is going to hurt you bad.
Harold: I have but one advantage in this match hun, one.
Girl: When you say one, I am pretty sure you mean none.
Harold: No, I have one… I need to win, he just wants to.
(he watches and Harold hits the Homewrecker on Spilchuk, he pins him mercilessly. The camera pans back to Harold who looks noticeably scared)
Harold: Oh boy, I am in deep **** this weekend.
(he lowers his head as the scene fades.)
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