Post by Deleted on Feb 8, 2013 13:56:22 GMT -5
8th february 2013, 10PM
Camera turns on. We're in a dark hotel room somewhere in Pittsburgh, PA. Sebastian Jankowski sits on a bed. He wears some kind of black hooded sweatshirt. He's very sad and frustrated, as he holds his head and acts anxiously and very nervous. Suddenly he jumps from bed and stands still, and then he turns away to a window located at the left side. The room is now pitch black, but lights from the street illuminate Sebastian's face, so we can see his sad and tired expression. He sits on a chair still facing the window when he starts talking.
SJ: ...I've put everything i have in my fight...I ripped my guts out...And still I'm a loser...1-3...I lost hope in myself...I don't know what to do...
Suddenly there's someone knocking on the door. Sebastian goes to the doors that are behind the camera. We can only hear a short conversation.
??: Mr. Sebastian Jankowski?
SJ: Yes.
??: I've got a mail for you.
SJ:...yaaay...I'm so happy...
??: Please sign in here.
SJ:...ok...you can go away now...
Sebastian loudly closes the doors. Then he returns to the chair, sits down, and turns table lamp on. He looks at the envelope with NAW logo on it. He opens it quickly and starts reading loudly.
SJ: Dear Mr. Jankowski...bla...bla...bla...You're invited to participate in the NWA's TV Title Tournament...bla..bla...bla...on our Pay Per View, St. Valentine's Day Massacre at 20th of February...bla...bla..bla..one of the eight competitors...OK!!! That's what I need!!! I still can show everyone that I am somebody!!! Ok...Who's inside?... One - Virgil Keenan...he's a tough s.o.b., that's for sure...definetly one to count and watch. Two - Cthulhuson...am I even spelling it right?! If his fighting is as hard as his name, then this will be a hell of a competition... Three - Scotty Blazer...oh...my...God... If there's someone that can win this and beat me, that's good old Scotty...damn... Four - Kandi Washington...WHAT THE F**K?!!! HAS THE WHOLE WORLD GONE CRAZY?!!! How on earth someone puts a woman between men...oh...I forgot that she has her Walmart security... but I think that Alex Morgan was hit in the head by a chair one time too many... Five - Ciale Murphy...hmm...I don't know anything about this guy...so let's move on further. Six - Santa Claus...ho...ho...ho...that dude won't be merry...we'll see... And Seven - Zero...well...eiter he's more than his name and that one also will be competetive..or he's less then his name...and a piece of cake...
Sebastian gets up from his chair full of energy
SJ: OK ladies and not ladies!!! No more mister nice guy!!! Now I'm a man on a mission and nobody will stop me, even Kandi!!!I will win everything AND I MEAN EVERYTHING that's needed to be a champion. I promised to myself that one day I'll be the champ and that can be the best option. So it doesn't matter if it will be 1 on 1 or 8 men at once...The champ will be here!!! So ladies and gentlemen don't blink...cause You won't see me!!!
Sebastian goes behind the camera and turns it off.
Camera turns on. We're in a dark hotel room somewhere in Pittsburgh, PA. Sebastian Jankowski sits on a bed. He wears some kind of black hooded sweatshirt. He's very sad and frustrated, as he holds his head and acts anxiously and very nervous. Suddenly he jumps from bed and stands still, and then he turns away to a window located at the left side. The room is now pitch black, but lights from the street illuminate Sebastian's face, so we can see his sad and tired expression. He sits on a chair still facing the window when he starts talking.
SJ: ...I've put everything i have in my fight...I ripped my guts out...And still I'm a loser...1-3...I lost hope in myself...I don't know what to do...
Suddenly there's someone knocking on the door. Sebastian goes to the doors that are behind the camera. We can only hear a short conversation.
??: Mr. Sebastian Jankowski?
SJ: Yes.
??: I've got a mail for you.
SJ:...yaaay...I'm so happy...
??: Please sign in here.
SJ:...ok...you can go away now...
Sebastian loudly closes the doors. Then he returns to the chair, sits down, and turns table lamp on. He looks at the envelope with NAW logo on it. He opens it quickly and starts reading loudly.
SJ: Dear Mr. Jankowski...bla...bla...bla...You're invited to participate in the NWA's TV Title Tournament...bla..bla...bla...on our Pay Per View, St. Valentine's Day Massacre at 20th of February...bla...bla..bla..one of the eight competitors...OK!!! That's what I need!!! I still can show everyone that I am somebody!!! Ok...Who's inside?... One - Virgil Keenan...he's a tough s.o.b., that's for sure...definetly one to count and watch. Two - Cthulhuson...am I even spelling it right?! If his fighting is as hard as his name, then this will be a hell of a competition... Three - Scotty Blazer...oh...my...God... If there's someone that can win this and beat me, that's good old Scotty...damn... Four - Kandi Washington...WHAT THE F**K?!!! HAS THE WHOLE WORLD GONE CRAZY?!!! How on earth someone puts a woman between men...oh...I forgot that she has her Walmart security... but I think that Alex Morgan was hit in the head by a chair one time too many... Five - Ciale Murphy...hmm...I don't know anything about this guy...so let's move on further. Six - Santa Claus...ho...ho...ho...that dude won't be merry...we'll see... And Seven - Zero...well...eiter he's more than his name and that one also will be competetive..or he's less then his name...and a piece of cake...
Sebastian gets up from his chair full of energy
SJ: OK ladies and not ladies!!! No more mister nice guy!!! Now I'm a man on a mission and nobody will stop me, even Kandi!!!I will win everything AND I MEAN EVERYTHING that's needed to be a champion. I promised to myself that one day I'll be the champ and that can be the best option. So it doesn't matter if it will be 1 on 1 or 8 men at once...The champ will be here!!! So ladies and gentlemen don't blink...cause You won't see me!!!
Sebastian goes behind the camera and turns it off.