Post by Falcon on Mar 3, 2021 1:33:22 GMT -5
{A colorful hallway. The words 'Shornton Community Center' printed on the wall in faded block lettering. Underneath that, the schedule from the 'amateur class' of a local promotion. That's not important, what is important is the picture of Steve Awesome at the bottom, nCw title in hand, denoting his special appearance and attendance being Mandatory. And that's who we see walking down this hallway from the 'tiny gym, title slug over his shoulder, smiling smugly at a job well done. He comes across a smaller man, lean and in a nice dress shirt, holding an envelope.}
Brandon: Excellent job out there tonight Steve, thank you so much for coming out and being a part of this.
{Steve smiles and shrugs in his 'it's just what I do' way. The man hands over the envelope.}
Brandon: Fee and the gate percentage as agreed, hopefully this up tick continues and we could afford to keep growing.
{Steve took the envelope, opened it very briefly, and then nodded.}
Steve: Happy to help old chum, gotta say it was a good set up. Surprising that the local rec center let you convert what you did, must be hell to put up and take down.
Brandon: (excitedly) Actually, we managed to make enough to buy the building, and we've been..
{The man continues, talking about all the improvements they made and how business has been good so they've been investing. But after a minute or two it's clear that Steve isn't paying much attention and Brandon just excuses himself. Steve continues down the hallway. Something on the table distracts him, and he stops, lifting it up.
It's a small business card. From a Gentlemen's Club. Steve stares at it, thinking, then a smug grin as he remembers it. He turns the card over, and there's a message.
It's a small business card. From a Gentlemen's Club. Steve stares at it, thinking, then a smug grin as he remembers it. He turns the card over, and there's a message.
"Come see me some time. -Vanessa"
Steve wanders away from the table, leaving the card behind. Vanessa? Clear from his expression the name rings a bell, but he simply shrugs it off and continues walking down the corridor. Sitting pretty as you please in the middle is a large sheet of white. Steve stops to pick it up.}
Steve: Who the hell keeps leaving stuff.... what the hell?!
{It's an 8 by 10 of a woman, from a professional shoot. She's dressed very scantily, but covered, and written on it in black marker is.
"To my stunning Steve, visit me more. -Vanessa"
He lets the photo fall from his hands like it was too hot to handle, and walks around it at a brisk pace as if it's very presence offended him. Quickly he turned a corner, only to walk face to face with...}
Steve: What the hell...!?
{In the hallway, dangling from a string, was a small long white object. Steve moved to peer closer, only to find that it was a pregnancy test. Incensed, he grabs it and yanks it down, throwing it against the wall where it cracks into useless plastic. Furious, he starts moving forward again, only to see something at the end of the hallway.}
Steve: No... No damn way...
{At the end of the hall, as it bends to the right, is a baby carriage. He moves to it slowly. We see him approach, his puzzled look, his hesitant reach for it. He pulls a blanket out, tossing it aside. His face contorts in a mask of disgust.}
Steve: You sick...
{Angrily, he shoves the carriage through the doors to the stairs, and we hear the metal rig tumble down the stairs, glass breaking, just a plethora of noise. The camera pans up, and what we see, painted on the wall in black paint.
"Talk is Cheap
Action Costs
How high is your tab?"
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Only in fiction, is anyone truly noble. Only in fiction, is anyone truly malvolent. Absolutes don't exist in reality, as far as intentions are concerned. But there comes a time when people have gone so far over the line in one direction, they need to be course corrected. You can try with words, you can try with guile, but sometimes all that will work, is a good hard punch to the face.
Then another...
Then another...
Then another...
Until the lesson is learned. You can't run from your past, Steven. You can't just forget all the broken spirits you've left behind while you soar ahead, looking for your next good time. Everything you've done not only molded who you are, but left how many souls misshapen and deformed? All the nights that meant nothing to you, but you were the one who was able to walk away from the consequences without looking back. Everyone suffered..
But you.
And now... what? Are you trying to feign ignorance? Acting like nobody has the right to question you? Not how it works. The people you trampled can't collect the debt you owe.
I, however, can.
You can't saunter throw the graveyard, leaving behind the fallen, and not expect a few of the boxes to pop open. You can run all you like, but eventually the corpses will catch up with you. You can't dine and dash on this bill.
Time to settle it.
Pfft, like I need your permission.. or an Invitation.
"Talk is Cheap
Action Costs
How high is your tab?"
With a painting of a black bird.}
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Only in fiction, is anyone truly noble. Only in fiction, is anyone truly malvolent. Absolutes don't exist in reality, as far as intentions are concerned. But there comes a time when people have gone so far over the line in one direction, they need to be course corrected. You can try with words, you can try with guile, but sometimes all that will work, is a good hard punch to the face.
Then another...
Then another...
Then another...
Until the lesson is learned. You can't run from your past, Steven. You can't just forget all the broken spirits you've left behind while you soar ahead, looking for your next good time. Everything you've done not only molded who you are, but left how many souls misshapen and deformed? All the nights that meant nothing to you, but you were the one who was able to walk away from the consequences without looking back. Everyone suffered..
But you.
And now... what? Are you trying to feign ignorance? Acting like nobody has the right to question you? Not how it works. The people you trampled can't collect the debt you owe.
I, however, can.
You can't saunter throw the graveyard, leaving behind the fallen, and not expect a few of the boxes to pop open. You can run all you like, but eventually the corpses will catch up with you. You can't dine and dash on this bill.
Time to settle it.
Pfft, like I need your permission.. or an Invitation.