Post by Gib on Feb 9, 2009 14:52:27 GMT -6
(The scene opens to a perfectly normal town. Up and down the streets lawns are perfectly manicured and so green they don’t actually look real. The streets are all nearly identical with minor flourishes of one person trying to outdo their neighbor. Maybe one guy bought a 4 burner stainless steel grill to combat their neighbor’s model from the previous year. The camera travels through the area and finally comes to the end of a road where there is a house that is just a little bigger and just a little nicer then the other houses.)
(The sun shines and you know it must be a warm climate kids are playing in the side of the yard sporting khaki pants and polo shirts. You think the children must have fairly overbearing parents. A woman calls to the children and they run to the house as the camera goes to the backyard. A shed sits in the yard, the camera enters and we see the form of a human body laying next to a riding lawn mower, his head rests on a bag of mulch or something of that sort.)
(The man is massive, purely huge and you can tell from his straggly hair and hockey mask that it is the man no one has been able to stop, Homeless Harold. He is shirtless; he well toned body covered in a series of scars, memories of freakish activities. Harold sits up and groans looking towards the camera, his head cocks. When he stands you see his pants, a pair of loose fitting jeans with so many holes you wonder if he will survive the fierce climate of Canada.)
(When he speaks, his voice is void of any emotion, as if every bit of him has been taken away over the past few weeks, his dignity, his beliefs, and his pride. His voice is gravely, most likely from years of abuse to himself)
Jack Hammond, I am so very sorry. I am sorry for what happened to you. See, most people in this business would be proud to pin the world champion, they would be proud to hold a victory over the best a federation has to offer but I gained no positive feeling from it, I gained nothing but a feeling of regret, sadness and loss. I didn’t want to defeat you, not that way. I don’t like hurting people… I really don’t.
(he holds his hands out and clenches his fist, the muscles in his arms and chest contract and the veins poke from his wrists)
I am just too good at it. Years in the business have readied me for everything in the ring. Then, my fall from grace readied me for everything else in life, or at least I thought it did. Things were going so well, things were happening for me and then Adam, the original fallen angel, took control and swiped the last remnants of hope that I had. My version of Pandora’s Box was empty, and without hope, without the idea of something better coming along there is nothing more to gain. I simply push forward and through whatever stands in my way. Now I am faced with not one, but three men that all want nothing more then to smear my blood all over Canada. I am sorry for whatever I did in my past life that has caused me to suffer so much today.
(He cocks his head and stares at the camera, letting his hands drop to his side)
There is a light at the end of every tunnel isn’t there? There is an end to all volatile and antagonistic situations aren’t there? It is nice to think that, and that is how people like Master Bates can help to sleep at night. Thinking positively is how Rob Diamond can pretend that he is going to be all right and how Diamond Dallas Honcho can simply go day to day, constantly ignorant that there is indeed a light at the end of the tunnel, but wait, that isn’t daylight. It is the light of a train, and that train is Homeless Harold.
(When the camera focuses you see a change in the appearance in the eyes of Harold, you see an anger that scares you)
This train, this locomotive fueled by the rage of ignorant normal folks is coming straight for the three of you, since I have been here I have never really wanted to fight anyone, I haven’t wanted to hurt them, with the exception of Jackhammer and I beat him so mercilessly that he left the federation soon after. Now, however, I do want to hurt. I want to bludgeon I want to destroy. Not Rob Diamond and his wonderfully crafted spiked shoulder pads and perfect hair part, not Diamond Dallas Honcho and his sweet mustache, but you Kristoff, I want to hurt you. I want to destroy you and everything you care about. There are things about your perfect like that I desire, and in the past when I wanted something I take it, and I will take it. There is nothing you can do all the way in Canada, there is nothing you can do without your passport which I am sure you will have difficulty finding. The cards are in my hand, what is about to happen isn’t my fault, it isn’t. You have pushed me, and if any object is pushed enough then they are going to snap, they are going to break and if that object is a combustible object then damage will occur.
(The eyes suddenly become almost euphoric as Harold pulls a comb out of a bag he pours some liquid from a bottle where and combs his hair over a bit. Straightening it and smoothing it down, he grabs a shard of a mirror from the bag and looks into it)
You still have it old dog
(His eyes lighten and he grabs a white shirt from his bag, placing it over his back and buttoning it in front)
See, you have had a great run. You have been given everything a person could ever desire, you have the wife, the kid, the limited edition IRS briefcase signed by Mr. Rotunda himself. You are like a vision of perfection an angelic figure; you follow the rituals of a fake religion that is hypocritical. Lutheran’s of all people with their belief in reform and change just to sit in church and listen to one man talk about how things are instead of interacting is the problem with all organized religions. You are part of this problem, in the overall scheme of things; religion is as insignificant as your putrid attempt at normalcy. Perfection stops, and even the most glorious of angels falls. Eventually, they show that inside, they are freakish and different and they fall from grace. Your fall will be a long and painful one.
(He straightens the shirt, flattening it with his grimy hands; he grabs a tie and starts to tie it in a knot around his neck)
To go as far as saying you want me to commit suicide, well, that is the only chance you have of not having your world turned upside down. There were times when it felt like nothing would get better, that I had no direction, that I was a mindless zombie doing whatever I was told by Adam, but now I have a purpose, your callous words and personal duality of emotion have made me want to focus my life on one thing. Decimating everything you believe in, and soon that will begin, soon while you are far away in your hotel room in Canada, while I am in California enjoying the heat in this nice shed with this nice John Deer lawnmower. Suicide is no longer an option; there are so many things worth living for, the most fun of course being destroying your face.
(He pulls the jeans off, don’t worry he is wearing a pair of crusty tighty whiteys. He pulls the once pristine looking suit pants that he received as a gift when he was a member of the Resistance)
I didn’t deserve my wife, she was wonderful and I was a cheat. I was a scum, I traveled the world and treated her as if she never existed and for that I suffer, for that I can’t allow myself happiness, I can’t allow myself a relationship with my son. This is a FATE that you will soon suffer, you are perfectly normal, but normalcy in its very essence is nothing more the freakishness. You despise freaks when you know deep down; you are the biggest freak of all. I can’t wait to see what sort of a freak reaction you have to what is about to happen.
(He puts a belt on and tightens it around his waits, then puts on a sport coat, you are feeling uncomfortable with what you see, and the hockey mask makes this seem like something out of an old horror movie)
You know they say that first impressions are very important, I feel that the first impression your wife has of me isn’t exactly what I want portrayed, so I wanted to make sure that she got to know the real me. I am sorry I had to go behind your back like this Master Bates, but I felt that if she knew I was coming you would poison her mind with more garbage about how I am a drunk, how I am useless, how I sleep on a concrete slab and have questionable personal hygiene. So I waited until you were far away in Canada to make my second impression. I want to make sure she understands that I once was a normal nice guy, that I once was a perfect exhibit of what a person should be but the business I am in ruined that.
(He pulls a bottle of Old Spice aftershave from the bag and applies it liberally to his face)
The same business that is going to tear at your family, take it apart as it did mine because Master Kristoff Bates, you remind me of a young Harold, a man that has it all going but who is going to piss it away. I want to warn your wife of what lies in her future if she stays with you, if you keep wrestling the way you are. Just remember, when normalcy is gone there is nothing, so whatever a normal person can do with a weapon I can do much worse. Ask Philip Burns what I am capable of. And to think I respected and admired him)
(He smiles and pushes the door to the shed open. The sunlight floods the area as Harold walks out of the shed and into the yard where he grabs a handful of flowers from a well maintained flower garden. He has a bit of a hop to his step as he walks towards the house. A face appears at the window and looks out concerned, you can’t truly tell but it does look like the wife of Kristoff Bates)
Kendra! It’s nice to see you again.
(Harold continues to yell towards the house)
I assure you that I didn’t spend the money you gave me on alcohol and that I am truly turning my life around thanks to you. I wanted to speak with you about you husband, about some things I think you need to be worried about. I promise I mean no harm… I just have some concerns about your husband being on the road that I want to warn you about. I would like for you to learn from my and my wife’s mistakes.
(under his breath)
To you…
(yelled again)
And I will only take a moment of your time.
(The door slides open a bit and a voice is heard, it is the voice of a woman)
Well, I guess it is only perfectly normal to invite you in for some lemonade…
(Harold Smiles)
Thank you ma’am, lemonade sounds perfect.
(Homeless Harold disappears into the house as the scene fades)
(The sun shines and you know it must be a warm climate kids are playing in the side of the yard sporting khaki pants and polo shirts. You think the children must have fairly overbearing parents. A woman calls to the children and they run to the house as the camera goes to the backyard. A shed sits in the yard, the camera enters and we see the form of a human body laying next to a riding lawn mower, his head rests on a bag of mulch or something of that sort.)
(The man is massive, purely huge and you can tell from his straggly hair and hockey mask that it is the man no one has been able to stop, Homeless Harold. He is shirtless; he well toned body covered in a series of scars, memories of freakish activities. Harold sits up and groans looking towards the camera, his head cocks. When he stands you see his pants, a pair of loose fitting jeans with so many holes you wonder if he will survive the fierce climate of Canada.)
(When he speaks, his voice is void of any emotion, as if every bit of him has been taken away over the past few weeks, his dignity, his beliefs, and his pride. His voice is gravely, most likely from years of abuse to himself)
Jack Hammond, I am so very sorry. I am sorry for what happened to you. See, most people in this business would be proud to pin the world champion, they would be proud to hold a victory over the best a federation has to offer but I gained no positive feeling from it, I gained nothing but a feeling of regret, sadness and loss. I didn’t want to defeat you, not that way. I don’t like hurting people… I really don’t.
(he holds his hands out and clenches his fist, the muscles in his arms and chest contract and the veins poke from his wrists)
I am just too good at it. Years in the business have readied me for everything in the ring. Then, my fall from grace readied me for everything else in life, or at least I thought it did. Things were going so well, things were happening for me and then Adam, the original fallen angel, took control and swiped the last remnants of hope that I had. My version of Pandora’s Box was empty, and without hope, without the idea of something better coming along there is nothing more to gain. I simply push forward and through whatever stands in my way. Now I am faced with not one, but three men that all want nothing more then to smear my blood all over Canada. I am sorry for whatever I did in my past life that has caused me to suffer so much today.
(He cocks his head and stares at the camera, letting his hands drop to his side)
There is a light at the end of every tunnel isn’t there? There is an end to all volatile and antagonistic situations aren’t there? It is nice to think that, and that is how people like Master Bates can help to sleep at night. Thinking positively is how Rob Diamond can pretend that he is going to be all right and how Diamond Dallas Honcho can simply go day to day, constantly ignorant that there is indeed a light at the end of the tunnel, but wait, that isn’t daylight. It is the light of a train, and that train is Homeless Harold.
(When the camera focuses you see a change in the appearance in the eyes of Harold, you see an anger that scares you)
This train, this locomotive fueled by the rage of ignorant normal folks is coming straight for the three of you, since I have been here I have never really wanted to fight anyone, I haven’t wanted to hurt them, with the exception of Jackhammer and I beat him so mercilessly that he left the federation soon after. Now, however, I do want to hurt. I want to bludgeon I want to destroy. Not Rob Diamond and his wonderfully crafted spiked shoulder pads and perfect hair part, not Diamond Dallas Honcho and his sweet mustache, but you Kristoff, I want to hurt you. I want to destroy you and everything you care about. There are things about your perfect like that I desire, and in the past when I wanted something I take it, and I will take it. There is nothing you can do all the way in Canada, there is nothing you can do without your passport which I am sure you will have difficulty finding. The cards are in my hand, what is about to happen isn’t my fault, it isn’t. You have pushed me, and if any object is pushed enough then they are going to snap, they are going to break and if that object is a combustible object then damage will occur.
(The eyes suddenly become almost euphoric as Harold pulls a comb out of a bag he pours some liquid from a bottle where and combs his hair over a bit. Straightening it and smoothing it down, he grabs a shard of a mirror from the bag and looks into it)
You still have it old dog
(His eyes lighten and he grabs a white shirt from his bag, placing it over his back and buttoning it in front)
See, you have had a great run. You have been given everything a person could ever desire, you have the wife, the kid, the limited edition IRS briefcase signed by Mr. Rotunda himself. You are like a vision of perfection an angelic figure; you follow the rituals of a fake religion that is hypocritical. Lutheran’s of all people with their belief in reform and change just to sit in church and listen to one man talk about how things are instead of interacting is the problem with all organized religions. You are part of this problem, in the overall scheme of things; religion is as insignificant as your putrid attempt at normalcy. Perfection stops, and even the most glorious of angels falls. Eventually, they show that inside, they are freakish and different and they fall from grace. Your fall will be a long and painful one.
(He straightens the shirt, flattening it with his grimy hands; he grabs a tie and starts to tie it in a knot around his neck)
To go as far as saying you want me to commit suicide, well, that is the only chance you have of not having your world turned upside down. There were times when it felt like nothing would get better, that I had no direction, that I was a mindless zombie doing whatever I was told by Adam, but now I have a purpose, your callous words and personal duality of emotion have made me want to focus my life on one thing. Decimating everything you believe in, and soon that will begin, soon while you are far away in your hotel room in Canada, while I am in California enjoying the heat in this nice shed with this nice John Deer lawnmower. Suicide is no longer an option; there are so many things worth living for, the most fun of course being destroying your face.
(He pulls the jeans off, don’t worry he is wearing a pair of crusty tighty whiteys. He pulls the once pristine looking suit pants that he received as a gift when he was a member of the Resistance)
I didn’t deserve my wife, she was wonderful and I was a cheat. I was a scum, I traveled the world and treated her as if she never existed and for that I suffer, for that I can’t allow myself happiness, I can’t allow myself a relationship with my son. This is a FATE that you will soon suffer, you are perfectly normal, but normalcy in its very essence is nothing more the freakishness. You despise freaks when you know deep down; you are the biggest freak of all. I can’t wait to see what sort of a freak reaction you have to what is about to happen.
(He puts a belt on and tightens it around his waits, then puts on a sport coat, you are feeling uncomfortable with what you see, and the hockey mask makes this seem like something out of an old horror movie)
You know they say that first impressions are very important, I feel that the first impression your wife has of me isn’t exactly what I want portrayed, so I wanted to make sure that she got to know the real me. I am sorry I had to go behind your back like this Master Bates, but I felt that if she knew I was coming you would poison her mind with more garbage about how I am a drunk, how I am useless, how I sleep on a concrete slab and have questionable personal hygiene. So I waited until you were far away in Canada to make my second impression. I want to make sure she understands that I once was a normal nice guy, that I once was a perfect exhibit of what a person should be but the business I am in ruined that.
(He pulls a bottle of Old Spice aftershave from the bag and applies it liberally to his face)
The same business that is going to tear at your family, take it apart as it did mine because Master Kristoff Bates, you remind me of a young Harold, a man that has it all going but who is going to piss it away. I want to warn your wife of what lies in her future if she stays with you, if you keep wrestling the way you are. Just remember, when normalcy is gone there is nothing, so whatever a normal person can do with a weapon I can do much worse. Ask Philip Burns what I am capable of. And to think I respected and admired him)
(He smiles and pushes the door to the shed open. The sunlight floods the area as Harold walks out of the shed and into the yard where he grabs a handful of flowers from a well maintained flower garden. He has a bit of a hop to his step as he walks towards the house. A face appears at the window and looks out concerned, you can’t truly tell but it does look like the wife of Kristoff Bates)
Kendra! It’s nice to see you again.
(Harold continues to yell towards the house)
I assure you that I didn’t spend the money you gave me on alcohol and that I am truly turning my life around thanks to you. I wanted to speak with you about you husband, about some things I think you need to be worried about. I promise I mean no harm… I just have some concerns about your husband being on the road that I want to warn you about. I would like for you to learn from my and my wife’s mistakes.
(under his breath)
To you…
(yelled again)
And I will only take a moment of your time.
(The door slides open a bit and a voice is heard, it is the voice of a woman)
Well, I guess it is only perfectly normal to invite you in for some lemonade…
(Harold Smiles)
Thank you ma’am, lemonade sounds perfect.
(Homeless Harold disappears into the house as the scene fades)