Post by Dave on Aug 11, 2013 6:23:40 GMT -5
SCENE ONE - ON CAMERA
August 5th, several minutes after Sylar's match
Halifax Metro Center, Halifax, Canada
The door opens and a loud crash is heard as it bounces back off the wall. The man with the camera, standing near the door, is almost afraid to ask the man heading out the door a question. But hell, it's his work. He has to. The man taps the shoulder of an angry youngster who stormed out of the door.
"Eh, sir. can I get--"
"Piss off. I'm in no mood to talk."
That answer was fairly impolite, but not unexpected. This guy went through hell tonight. The cameraman still tried his luck once more.
"But sir, we need something from you. Few words for the website, or--"
"You'll get all the words you need. Right now you can send Killgrave one simple message."
The youngster turns around and finally presents his angry face to the camera.
"You did a bloody awful job, wanker. I'm still standing... Next week, you get your head kicked in courtesy of Sylar Drake."
As quickly as he appeared, he walks away.
---
SCENE TWO - OFF CAMERA
August 7th, afternoon
Gym in San Diego, California
The gym is almost empty. It was reserved for two young uprising stars of the wrestling business, Blake Jones and Sylar Drake, EXODUS Pro wrestlers collectively known as Young Guns. Blake Jones is working out with dumbbells already as Sylar steps inside.
"Working hard?" he shouts with a smile towards his tag team partner. Blake drops the dumbbels and turns around to see the young Brit.
"Harder than you, pal. You're late." Blake answers, poking his friend a bit.
"Yeah, sorry about that, mate. I was moving some stuff into my apartment and I needed a checkup."
Blake raises an eyebrow in surprise.
"Checkup? Why?" Blake smirks again. "You ain't pregnant, right?"
Both friends share a good laugh after Blake's joke. Sylar turns around and shows the stitches to his tag partner.
"Oh, shi--"
"Exactly." Sylar says, interrupting Blake.
There's silence while Sylar puts his sports bag on the bench and takes off his jacket.
"Who did that?" Blake asks, breaking the silence.
"Big bald bully. Hit me with two-by-four, gave me a Brainbuster."
"Are you alright?"
"I am, yeah. Finally."
"So... what are you gonna do?"
Sylar smirks and pats the shoulder of Blake.
"The same thing I have always done. Same thing I am gonna do alongside you. Stick it to haters. Overcome the odds."
He looked straight in Blake's eyes.
"Win."
Blake smiled.
"Let's train." Sylar said and both men went back to training.
---
SCENE THREE - ON CAMERA
August 9th, approximately 5 PM
Sylar's apartment in San Diego, California
We open to see Sylar Drake, dressed in a beautiful meter made suit. The San Diego Bay Championship is resting on his right shoulder and Sylar looks at the camera. Unlike last week, he wears an angry look on his face.
"You see this?"
He turns around and moves some of his hair away, revealing a stitched up wound on the back of his head.
"This is the wound of war."
Sylar turns around once more, facing the camera again.
"You know, I never got to be the cool kid at school. I was more of a nerd, so it's no surprise I was kinda bullied sometimes. But while I am standing here, successful wrestler, a champion, all the bullies serve bloody Big Macs. I have never faced a bully such as Killgrave before... really, nobody has ever struck me with a two-by-four over the head. But Killgrave... I can promise you that when I'm finished with you, you will envy the people that serve Big Macs."
He sighs, taking his time before the next words.
"Killgrave, your motives are the same as the high school bullies always have. Bloody jealousy. People like you can't get over the fact that they lose, that there are guys that get way more attention than them, because those guys are actually better. I've been wrestling for barely half a year and I'm already a champion, I've gained notoriety. While you, so far, mean nothing. People remember you for being a bully, surprisingly cowardly man considering your size and power. But good wrestler or champion aren't going to be the words related to you.
You picked two people to bully. Aside from me, you picked Brett Starr. This rookie didn't pin you, didn't submit you, but he definitely outsmarted you and defeated you. So you got bitter and dropped him on his head, just like you dropped me. There are some things simillar about me and Brett. We are both young stars, upstarts... and we are both better than you, Killgrave, better by a mile. But Brett has one bad side about him that I lack. His ego is three times the size of a normal ego. He thinks that once he beat Killgrave, he can beat anybody in the bloody world. I don't side with him in this battle with Killgrave. I need to beat him just like I need to beat Killgrave, just to remind him that he is a rookie just as I am and a massive ego takes him nowhere once is not backed up with talent."
Sylar runs his hand through his hair.
"I need to win this match. And I am going to do my best to win it and show that heart, hard work and determination means more than ego and pride. After the match in Medicine Hat Arena, I will be victorious. Whatever you choose to do to me, Killgrave, I will still be standing on my own two feet. There shall be nothing to stop the Wild Heart."
Sylar pats his championship title as we fade to black.
August 5th, several minutes after Sylar's match
Halifax Metro Center, Halifax, Canada
The door opens and a loud crash is heard as it bounces back off the wall. The man with the camera, standing near the door, is almost afraid to ask the man heading out the door a question. But hell, it's his work. He has to. The man taps the shoulder of an angry youngster who stormed out of the door.
"Eh, sir. can I get--"
"Piss off. I'm in no mood to talk."
That answer was fairly impolite, but not unexpected. This guy went through hell tonight. The cameraman still tried his luck once more.
"But sir, we need something from you. Few words for the website, or--"
"You'll get all the words you need. Right now you can send Killgrave one simple message."
The youngster turns around and finally presents his angry face to the camera.
"You did a bloody awful job, wanker. I'm still standing... Next week, you get your head kicked in courtesy of Sylar Drake."
As quickly as he appeared, he walks away.
---
SCENE TWO - OFF CAMERA
August 7th, afternoon
Gym in San Diego, California
The gym is almost empty. It was reserved for two young uprising stars of the wrestling business, Blake Jones and Sylar Drake, EXODUS Pro wrestlers collectively known as Young Guns. Blake Jones is working out with dumbbells already as Sylar steps inside.
"Working hard?" he shouts with a smile towards his tag team partner. Blake drops the dumbbels and turns around to see the young Brit.
"Harder than you, pal. You're late." Blake answers, poking his friend a bit.
"Yeah, sorry about that, mate. I was moving some stuff into my apartment and I needed a checkup."
Blake raises an eyebrow in surprise.
"Checkup? Why?" Blake smirks again. "You ain't pregnant, right?"
Both friends share a good laugh after Blake's joke. Sylar turns around and shows the stitches to his tag partner.
"Oh, shi--"
"Exactly." Sylar says, interrupting Blake.
There's silence while Sylar puts his sports bag on the bench and takes off his jacket.
"Who did that?" Blake asks, breaking the silence.
"Big bald bully. Hit me with two-by-four, gave me a Brainbuster."
"Are you alright?"
"I am, yeah. Finally."
"So... what are you gonna do?"
Sylar smirks and pats the shoulder of Blake.
"The same thing I have always done. Same thing I am gonna do alongside you. Stick it to haters. Overcome the odds."
He looked straight in Blake's eyes.
"Win."
Blake smiled.
"Let's train." Sylar said and both men went back to training.
---
SCENE THREE - ON CAMERA
August 9th, approximately 5 PM
Sylar's apartment in San Diego, California
We open to see Sylar Drake, dressed in a beautiful meter made suit. The San Diego Bay Championship is resting on his right shoulder and Sylar looks at the camera. Unlike last week, he wears an angry look on his face.
"You see this?"
He turns around and moves some of his hair away, revealing a stitched up wound on the back of his head.
"This is the wound of war."
Sylar turns around once more, facing the camera again.
"You know, I never got to be the cool kid at school. I was more of a nerd, so it's no surprise I was kinda bullied sometimes. But while I am standing here, successful wrestler, a champion, all the bullies serve bloody Big Macs. I have never faced a bully such as Killgrave before... really, nobody has ever struck me with a two-by-four over the head. But Killgrave... I can promise you that when I'm finished with you, you will envy the people that serve Big Macs."
He sighs, taking his time before the next words.
"Killgrave, your motives are the same as the high school bullies always have. Bloody jealousy. People like you can't get over the fact that they lose, that there are guys that get way more attention than them, because those guys are actually better. I've been wrestling for barely half a year and I'm already a champion, I've gained notoriety. While you, so far, mean nothing. People remember you for being a bully, surprisingly cowardly man considering your size and power. But good wrestler or champion aren't going to be the words related to you.
You picked two people to bully. Aside from me, you picked Brett Starr. This rookie didn't pin you, didn't submit you, but he definitely outsmarted you and defeated you. So you got bitter and dropped him on his head, just like you dropped me. There are some things simillar about me and Brett. We are both young stars, upstarts... and we are both better than you, Killgrave, better by a mile. But Brett has one bad side about him that I lack. His ego is three times the size of a normal ego. He thinks that once he beat Killgrave, he can beat anybody in the bloody world. I don't side with him in this battle with Killgrave. I need to beat him just like I need to beat Killgrave, just to remind him that he is a rookie just as I am and a massive ego takes him nowhere once is not backed up with talent."
Sylar runs his hand through his hair.
"I need to win this match. And I am going to do my best to win it and show that heart, hard work and determination means more than ego and pride. After the match in Medicine Hat Arena, I will be victorious. Whatever you choose to do to me, Killgrave, I will still be standing on my own two feet. There shall be nothing to stop the Wild Heart."
Sylar pats his championship title as we fade to black.
