Post by Ankh on Aug 12, 2011 0:59:51 GMT -5
Scene One: We open on a full moon in the summer night sky. The sky is cloudless and the stars shine brightly against the sanguine color of night. The moon is emitting a faint crimson glow as the shot pans down to an abandoned ranch with no signs of civilization in sight. A figure is seen in the distance standing in the crumbling remains of a barn. As we approach the figure we see a flowing black leather duster blowing in the wind. The figure slowly turns around revealing a custom pair of shined black leather boots, accompanied by custom black Armani suit pants and a blood red button-down. The camera finally reaches the face of the figure to reveal Jacob Jones. Jones looks at the crimson hued moon for an eternity before finally speaking to the camera.
Jones: The blood moon rises in the night sky as we approach another colossal event in our career. We enter the field of battle against two warriors of different origins. We stand here in this desolate place to connect to the first warrior: Mason Moore. Moore is a young man with unfathomable potential. Not unlike ourselves this man speaks in riddles and rhymes. He is a linguist and an athlete of unparalleled ability. However, we sense doubt in the young man's mind. We smell his fear of the unknown and his trepidation against the battle to come. For it was only fourteen days ago that he was pushed beyond his physical limitations by our second adversary leading to a crushing defeat. Mason was unable to regain his composure and succumbed to a count of ten. That night Mason revealed a connection with a creature of pure beauty and grace, but like all things that beauty can fade.
Jones turns from the camera and begins walking across the hay laden ground within the crumbling barn. As Jones approaches his destination flies begin to engulf the area as the camera shakes while it's operator covers his face to keep away the putrid smell. Jones opens the door of the end stall to reveal the rotting carcass of a black stallion similar to the one seen on Moore's debut. Jones steps inside and inhales deeply before speaking to the camera once more.
Jones: Remove your hand from your faces. Inhale the intoxicating aroma of this once beautiful beast. Take in the raw example of fading beauty and grace. This creature represents your career, Mr. Moore. Like you it started with such promise. However, this creature suffered a fatal blow and began to decay. You, Mason, suffered a crippling blow fourteen days ago, and on this night we shall put you down. We shall offer you a safe haven after your fall, but your pride will reject our generous offer. Then the once prominent beauty that was the dawn of your career shall be snuffed out by the blackening dusk that is our ambition.
Jones smiles in a strange way while staring at the decaying corpse. Soon turning to walk away with his black leather duster flowing blowing in the wind as the camera fades to black.
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Scene Two: The scene re-opens in a dark alleyway littered with all forms of humanity trying to stay warm and cling to their last breath. The same crimson moon hangs in the sky sending it's foreboding hue to the night's starry sky. Jacob Jones is seen walking into the alleyway with his leather duster flowing in his wake. Jones walks along the alleyway peering into the cardboard homes and speaking to their forgotten residents. As Jones gets closer he stops and peers into an empty shelter reaching into it's dark abyss and pulling out a tattered picture. Jones stares at the photograph of a young boy, a little girl, and a frail looking woman. Jones stares into it trying to unlock it's secrets and then as if struck by lightning his eyes shoot at the camera. Jones looks from the camera to the picture and then begins to speak softly.
Jones: This is the last known location of one Teresa Ferraro. We searched every back-alley and cesspool from Naples, Italy to Brooklyn, New York, but we've found it. This is the home of Anthony Ferraro's baby sister; the same sister that he abandoned on his journey to the top. Anthony left her to pursue his dreams while she abandoned all hope. While Anthony has been living the lavish lifestyle of a Saturday Night's Main Event superstar his baby sister has lived in dank alley ways like this one. Anthony pretends to be the one man success story striving to stand in the spotlight. However Anthony, seems to have forgotten about the people he sacrificed on the way. Well, Anthony, we have searched for your little Teresa and she was gone leaving only this in her wake.
Jones once again raises his right hand; holding up the tattered photo of the once happy family. It's edges are frayed and the colors are all, but muted. Jones admires the photograph before speaking again.
Jones: Do you recognize the boy in the photograph Anthony? You should, because he is you, you are he, and you two are one in the same. Except the Anthony in this photograph was not consumed with thoughts of gold or his own personal gain. Instead, the Anthony in the photograph is a boy who loves his family very much and would do anything for them. That boy in the photograph died along time didn't he Anthony? That boy died the day Naples killed him to follow his dead-beat father's footsteps. You killed that boy Anthony and your soul has been dying ever since. Your soul has been decaying with every success and failure in your career. Unlike Mr. Moore, is no beauty to what you do. What you do is simply a dutiful pursuit of the brass ring at the top of the mountain. There is no beauty in what you do in your pursuit of happiness because it is littered with the corrupted deeds you took to get there. Normally, that would mean we would get along with you, Anthony, but you don't like us. You think we don't belong in the ring with you.
Jones beings to chuckle softly while crushing the picture into his clenched right fist. Jones takes his left hand and raises it to his neck and begins to run his fingers along it's nape. His left hand massages the back of his neck softly, yet, firmly as he carefully ponders his next words.
Jones: You claim we have done nothing in this company, but taken a beating by Scott Levy. However, we also will take claim to having been the last man to compete with Mr. Levy and giving him one of the hardest fought battles of his career. We also take claim to having a draw with one of the men who is already in the chase for the holy grail: Seth Akira. Anthony, we always offer solace to those who we vanquish and corrupt. However, we will offer your invitation to Teresa. For her troubled soul may need guidance Anthony and we shall offer her a home that her dearest brother never did. We shall give her the family she always deserved, but never received all she must do is accept our invitation.
Jones relinquishes his grip on Teresa's photograph and reaches into the inside pockets of his duster to remove a scroll of parchment. Jones places the parchment at the entrance to the home of Anthony Ferraro's sister placing the now uncrumpled photograph on top of the parchment along with a raven's feather. Jones then gets to his feet dusting off his Armani pants and begins to leave the alleyway with his duster flowing as he disappears into the crowded city streets.
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Scene Three: The shot opens to an empty arena. The seats sit silent and empty awaiting their voices arrival. In the center of the arena lies a vacant ring. It's ropes are colored red, white, and blue. The canvas and turnbuckle pads are emblazoned with the Saturday Night's Main Event logo. Silver steel steps surround the ring. Beyond the steps lay the steel entrance ramp leading to the stage where just outside the gorilla position a man sits Indian style. The camera edges closer to reveal that the man is Jacob Jones. His previous attire is gone now dawning a pair of new black leather wrestling boots with a raven's feather outlined in red upon the side. Jones has adorned himself with a new pair of blood red tights with a raven embroidered on each leg. His beard is a little longer than usual while his hair remains the same with the crimson streak down the center of his forehead. His head remains down as he is lost in thought. Slowly Jacob raises his head rolling his neck left and right loosening his muscles. His dark brown eyes pierce the camera as he beings to speak.
Jones: On this night we have an opportunity that we must not let pass. We have an opportunity to venture from the shadows to attain what we have lost. We must capitalize to capture back that which was taken from us by Scott Levy. Scott failed us and relinquished his hold on our holy grail and failed to return it. Together we shall vanquish our enemies to enter the steel field of battle. We shall battle to obtain our championship again. The Raven wants it's grail back and I shall deliver it to us. Some say I've gone insane. We say sanity is but the playground of the unimaginative. Our imagination is alive and well as it will lead us though our battle with Mason Moore and Anthony Ferraro on this night. We shall be victorious, so it has been written, so it shall come to pass.
Quote the Raven, Nevermore.
Jones: The blood moon rises in the night sky as we approach another colossal event in our career. We enter the field of battle against two warriors of different origins. We stand here in this desolate place to connect to the first warrior: Mason Moore. Moore is a young man with unfathomable potential. Not unlike ourselves this man speaks in riddles and rhymes. He is a linguist and an athlete of unparalleled ability. However, we sense doubt in the young man's mind. We smell his fear of the unknown and his trepidation against the battle to come. For it was only fourteen days ago that he was pushed beyond his physical limitations by our second adversary leading to a crushing defeat. Mason was unable to regain his composure and succumbed to a count of ten. That night Mason revealed a connection with a creature of pure beauty and grace, but like all things that beauty can fade.
Jones turns from the camera and begins walking across the hay laden ground within the crumbling barn. As Jones approaches his destination flies begin to engulf the area as the camera shakes while it's operator covers his face to keep away the putrid smell. Jones opens the door of the end stall to reveal the rotting carcass of a black stallion similar to the one seen on Moore's debut. Jones steps inside and inhales deeply before speaking to the camera once more.
Jones: Remove your hand from your faces. Inhale the intoxicating aroma of this once beautiful beast. Take in the raw example of fading beauty and grace. This creature represents your career, Mr. Moore. Like you it started with such promise. However, this creature suffered a fatal blow and began to decay. You, Mason, suffered a crippling blow fourteen days ago, and on this night we shall put you down. We shall offer you a safe haven after your fall, but your pride will reject our generous offer. Then the once prominent beauty that was the dawn of your career shall be snuffed out by the blackening dusk that is our ambition.
Jones smiles in a strange way while staring at the decaying corpse. Soon turning to walk away with his black leather duster flowing blowing in the wind as the camera fades to black.
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Scene Two: The scene re-opens in a dark alleyway littered with all forms of humanity trying to stay warm and cling to their last breath. The same crimson moon hangs in the sky sending it's foreboding hue to the night's starry sky. Jacob Jones is seen walking into the alleyway with his leather duster flowing in his wake. Jones walks along the alleyway peering into the cardboard homes and speaking to their forgotten residents. As Jones gets closer he stops and peers into an empty shelter reaching into it's dark abyss and pulling out a tattered picture. Jones stares at the photograph of a young boy, a little girl, and a frail looking woman. Jones stares into it trying to unlock it's secrets and then as if struck by lightning his eyes shoot at the camera. Jones looks from the camera to the picture and then begins to speak softly.
Jones: This is the last known location of one Teresa Ferraro. We searched every back-alley and cesspool from Naples, Italy to Brooklyn, New York, but we've found it. This is the home of Anthony Ferraro's baby sister; the same sister that he abandoned on his journey to the top. Anthony left her to pursue his dreams while she abandoned all hope. While Anthony has been living the lavish lifestyle of a Saturday Night's Main Event superstar his baby sister has lived in dank alley ways like this one. Anthony pretends to be the one man success story striving to stand in the spotlight. However Anthony, seems to have forgotten about the people he sacrificed on the way. Well, Anthony, we have searched for your little Teresa and she was gone leaving only this in her wake.
Jones once again raises his right hand; holding up the tattered photo of the once happy family. It's edges are frayed and the colors are all, but muted. Jones admires the photograph before speaking again.
Jones: Do you recognize the boy in the photograph Anthony? You should, because he is you, you are he, and you two are one in the same. Except the Anthony in this photograph was not consumed with thoughts of gold or his own personal gain. Instead, the Anthony in the photograph is a boy who loves his family very much and would do anything for them. That boy in the photograph died along time didn't he Anthony? That boy died the day Naples killed him to follow his dead-beat father's footsteps. You killed that boy Anthony and your soul has been dying ever since. Your soul has been decaying with every success and failure in your career. Unlike Mr. Moore, is no beauty to what you do. What you do is simply a dutiful pursuit of the brass ring at the top of the mountain. There is no beauty in what you do in your pursuit of happiness because it is littered with the corrupted deeds you took to get there. Normally, that would mean we would get along with you, Anthony, but you don't like us. You think we don't belong in the ring with you.
Jones beings to chuckle softly while crushing the picture into his clenched right fist. Jones takes his left hand and raises it to his neck and begins to run his fingers along it's nape. His left hand massages the back of his neck softly, yet, firmly as he carefully ponders his next words.
Jones: You claim we have done nothing in this company, but taken a beating by Scott Levy. However, we also will take claim to having been the last man to compete with Mr. Levy and giving him one of the hardest fought battles of his career. We also take claim to having a draw with one of the men who is already in the chase for the holy grail: Seth Akira. Anthony, we always offer solace to those who we vanquish and corrupt. However, we will offer your invitation to Teresa. For her troubled soul may need guidance Anthony and we shall offer her a home that her dearest brother never did. We shall give her the family she always deserved, but never received all she must do is accept our invitation.
Jones relinquishes his grip on Teresa's photograph and reaches into the inside pockets of his duster to remove a scroll of parchment. Jones places the parchment at the entrance to the home of Anthony Ferraro's sister placing the now uncrumpled photograph on top of the parchment along with a raven's feather. Jones then gets to his feet dusting off his Armani pants and begins to leave the alleyway with his duster flowing as he disappears into the crowded city streets.
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Scene Three: The shot opens to an empty arena. The seats sit silent and empty awaiting their voices arrival. In the center of the arena lies a vacant ring. It's ropes are colored red, white, and blue. The canvas and turnbuckle pads are emblazoned with the Saturday Night's Main Event logo. Silver steel steps surround the ring. Beyond the steps lay the steel entrance ramp leading to the stage where just outside the gorilla position a man sits Indian style. The camera edges closer to reveal that the man is Jacob Jones. His previous attire is gone now dawning a pair of new black leather wrestling boots with a raven's feather outlined in red upon the side. Jones has adorned himself with a new pair of blood red tights with a raven embroidered on each leg. His beard is a little longer than usual while his hair remains the same with the crimson streak down the center of his forehead. His head remains down as he is lost in thought. Slowly Jacob raises his head rolling his neck left and right loosening his muscles. His dark brown eyes pierce the camera as he beings to speak.
Jones: On this night we have an opportunity that we must not let pass. We have an opportunity to venture from the shadows to attain what we have lost. We must capitalize to capture back that which was taken from us by Scott Levy. Scott failed us and relinquished his hold on our holy grail and failed to return it. Together we shall vanquish our enemies to enter the steel field of battle. We shall battle to obtain our championship again. The Raven wants it's grail back and I shall deliver it to us. Some say I've gone insane. We say sanity is but the playground of the unimaginative. Our imagination is alive and well as it will lead us though our battle with Mason Moore and Anthony Ferraro on this night. We shall be victorious, so it has been written, so it shall come to pass.
Quote the Raven, Nevermore.