Post by deadhead4obama on Dec 3, 2012 0:08:40 GMT -5
[Darkness dissolves...]
[Out in the woods, "THE WOLF" LARK FENRIZ is busying sitting on a fallen long. His sits there, hands in his lap, whole body covered head to toe in a long flowing black robe. The massive hood is pulled up, covering the man's face completely. To his right, dressed in his black jeans and v-neck, is "THIRTY BELOW" SHAWN RYDER, sweat across the brow as he furiously works to prepare tonight's meal... fresh squirrel! Eyes deeply focused on the burning campfire in front of him, He speaks, powerful and intense.]
FENRIZ: Pardon me if I am wrong, my dear friends, but I do believe we have a misunderstanding at our hands...
FENRIZ:These words that I speak are not metaphors or similes. I am not using personification or speaking in hyperboles. There is no allegory or symbolism to be found. I mean what I say and I say what I mean. I am one of the few wolves you will meet whose bite _IS_ worse than their bark!
[Shawn pauses, looking up at the camera.]
RYDER: You feel safe because this is a... wrestling match? Do you think we play by the _RULES_? Do you think if we wanted to cave your skull in with a steel chair... there would be anything to stop us???
["Thirty Below" scoffs, shaking his head and returning to his work.]
FENRIZ: I amuses me to no end the amount of importance you fools are placing on VICTORY. Go ahead and win this battle. I dare you to pin my shoulders to the mat and accomplish your superficial dreams. I do have to ask you, though, officers.... if you do somehow luck your way into victory...
[He pauses.]
FENRIZ: How can the referee raise your arm in victory if I have already snapped it in two?What happens to the streets of Miami when their precious man of the badge, crippled _LEGALLY_ by a mad man?
[Evil laughter that just sends goose bumps up a person's arm.]
FENRIZ: That is your biggest misunderstanding, officers.... You somehow believe that we share the same definition of 'victory'! While I do certainly desire golden trinkets, and have accumulated many in my travels, winning.... that has never been my main focus.
_CHAOS_ and _DESTRUCTION_ are!
[Such anger and passion ringing in his voice now!]
FENRIZ: Win/loss records are trivial statistics. Championships come and go. But scars? Memories? They last _FOREVER_!
[Slight chuckle.]
FENRIZ: So while you, my friends, will step inside that ring, trying to outsmart me... finding a way to get that all coveted three count...I will just be seeking to smash your skull in! Broken necks, splattered patellas, severed arteries... These are what _MY_ dreams are made of! Your precious rules will not save you, my dear friends. They will be your downfall!
[He nods as Shawn finishes preparing the meal, placing it across the fire]
FENRIZ: Mock it... Deny it... PRAY it's just a figure of speech, but the train has been set in motion. In all due time...
....YOU WILL BECOME MY DINNER!!!!!
[The camera pans over to Ryder, who's crouched nex to the fire, carefully looking over his meat. Never taking his eyes off the meat...]
RYDER: Oh by the way.... You don't want to be set on FIRE?!?! Not a very good thing to say to a sociopath...
...CAUSE NOW TAHTS ALL I WANNA DO!!!!!
[An evil smile stretches across Shawn's face.]
RYDER: SEE YA IN THE RING, PIGS!!! I hope you're ready for a B-B-Q... CAUSE WE SNACK ON DANGER AND DINE ON DEATH!
[Darkness evolves...]
[Out in the woods, "THE WOLF" LARK FENRIZ is busying sitting on a fallen long. His sits there, hands in his lap, whole body covered head to toe in a long flowing black robe. The massive hood is pulled up, covering the man's face completely. To his right, dressed in his black jeans and v-neck, is "THIRTY BELOW" SHAWN RYDER, sweat across the brow as he furiously works to prepare tonight's meal... fresh squirrel! Eyes deeply focused on the burning campfire in front of him, He speaks, powerful and intense.]
FENRIZ: Pardon me if I am wrong, my dear friends, but I do believe we have a misunderstanding at our hands...
FENRIZ:These words that I speak are not metaphors or similes. I am not using personification or speaking in hyperboles. There is no allegory or symbolism to be found. I mean what I say and I say what I mean. I am one of the few wolves you will meet whose bite _IS_ worse than their bark!
[Shawn pauses, looking up at the camera.]
RYDER: You feel safe because this is a... wrestling match? Do you think we play by the _RULES_? Do you think if we wanted to cave your skull in with a steel chair... there would be anything to stop us???
["Thirty Below" scoffs, shaking his head and returning to his work.]
FENRIZ: I amuses me to no end the amount of importance you fools are placing on VICTORY. Go ahead and win this battle. I dare you to pin my shoulders to the mat and accomplish your superficial dreams. I do have to ask you, though, officers.... if you do somehow luck your way into victory...
[He pauses.]
FENRIZ: How can the referee raise your arm in victory if I have already snapped it in two?What happens to the streets of Miami when their precious man of the badge, crippled _LEGALLY_ by a mad man?
[Evil laughter that just sends goose bumps up a person's arm.]
FENRIZ: That is your biggest misunderstanding, officers.... You somehow believe that we share the same definition of 'victory'! While I do certainly desire golden trinkets, and have accumulated many in my travels, winning.... that has never been my main focus.
_CHAOS_ and _DESTRUCTION_ are!
[Such anger and passion ringing in his voice now!]
FENRIZ: Win/loss records are trivial statistics. Championships come and go. But scars? Memories? They last _FOREVER_!
[Slight chuckle.]
FENRIZ: So while you, my friends, will step inside that ring, trying to outsmart me... finding a way to get that all coveted three count...I will just be seeking to smash your skull in! Broken necks, splattered patellas, severed arteries... These are what _MY_ dreams are made of! Your precious rules will not save you, my dear friends. They will be your downfall!
[He nods as Shawn finishes preparing the meal, placing it across the fire]
FENRIZ: Mock it... Deny it... PRAY it's just a figure of speech, but the train has been set in motion. In all due time...
....YOU WILL BECOME MY DINNER!!!!!
[The camera pans over to Ryder, who's crouched nex to the fire, carefully looking over his meat. Never taking his eyes off the meat...]
RYDER: Oh by the way.... You don't want to be set on FIRE?!?! Not a very good thing to say to a sociopath...
...CAUSE NOW TAHTS ALL I WANNA DO!!!!!
[An evil smile stretches across Shawn's face.]
RYDER: SEE YA IN THE RING, PIGS!!! I hope you're ready for a B-B-Q... CAUSE WE SNACK ON DANGER AND DINE ON DEATH!
[Darkness evolves...]