Post by CallMeRobert on Dec 16, 2020 13:11:42 GMT -5
(Our scene opens up in the small, chilly town of St. Elmo, Colorado. We see Arik Holt standing in the middle of the street, wearing a black coat, a pair of buffalo check sweatpants, and a black trapper hat with the ear flaps dangling loose. Standing in front of him is newly appointed Fallout General Manager, Christian DeMarco. Dressed in a thin hoodie, a green t-shirt, and a pair of khaki shorts, he smiles as he looks out onto the empty streets of the ghost town)
DeMARCO: Oh, man...I simply cannot WAIT to see the carnage that is going to be laid upon this tiny town.
Arik, as usual, is silent.
DeMARCO: And you get to participate in the first ever Fallout sponsored event...BEFORE draft day!
(Christian turns to look at Arik)
DeMARCO: Doesn’t that get your heart pumping? Doesn’t that get your adrenaline going? Don’t you just want to go out there and RIP something to shreds?
(Arik shakes his head ‘no’, slowly)
DeMARCO: What’s wrong, dear Arik? Are you afraid you’re going to get hurt?
(Mr. Holt shakes his head ‘yes’)
DeMARCO: You have it in you, bud. I know you got this.
(Arik frowns for a moment, before gesturing to Christian to ‘hold on’, extending his index finger out. He reaches into his coat and pulls out an old Speak N Spell toy. He starts typing onto it but messes up and has to start all over)
DeMARCO: Can’t you just pull that white board out of your ass like you usually do?
(Arik shoots Christian a dirty look before refocusing on the toy. He begins to type again but messes up once more before turning and chucking the Speak N Spell down the street. About ten feet away the toy hits the ground and barely cracks the casing)
DeMARCO: Are you that frustrated?
(Arik turns and looks at Christian, his brow furrowed)
DeMARCO: Is it the people in the match? Are you afraid of them.
(Arik turns and walks off camera and then comes back into scene with a white board on wheels)
DeMARCO: You and these damn white boards out of thin air.
(Arik writes something on the board, then turns around)
DeMARCO: “They will kill me”. Well, Arik...I don’t think they will. You’ve got talent. You’ve got pizazz
(Arik writes ‘0-1’ on the board)
DeMARCO: Yeah...and you’ve got a losing record. But you didn’t get pinned in that four-way match.
(Arik writes ‘I hid under the ring’ on the board)
DeMARCO: Well you have a LOT of room to hide out here too, if you want to. But I trust in you, my bald-headed friend. What you lack in hair, you make up for in flash. What you lack in a functioning voice, you make up for in attitude. I want you to go out there this weekend and use ANYTHING you can get your hands on, to stop any of them from getting to the three briefcases that will be hanging above them.
(Arik grabs the board and spins it to the other side. He has the names of the other nine competitors, already written on the side of the board. He takes his capped marker and points to Mark Hunter)
DeMARCO: Hunter? Don’t worry about him. He’s not cut out for the hardcore lifestyle...he hates it. Which gives YOU the advantage as you will SHINE when the blood begins to pour.
(Arik writes ‘Will I?’ on the board, shaking his head in disbelief)
DeMARCO: Some of those names on that list you don’t even have to worry about. I mean, Seth Blackheart hasn’t been heard from since he signed his contract and neither has Eli Atlas.
(Arik makes a motion like he’s lifting weights, then flexes his right arm)
DeMARCO: No, I doubt they’re training. Believe me, I...more than anyone...hope they are foaming at the mouth to make one hell of an entrance into Project: Honor...but I don’t have faith in them.
(Arik goes to point his marker at Dagvald, but Christian quickly walks over and erases the name from the board using his fingers)
DeMARCO: Dude is a mental ass-clown that makes me looks like the sane one...and not in a hardcore-destruction type of way. If it were up to me, I wouldn’t even have that walking trailer trash step foot into my blessed Purge Match. But Rock Johnson had to have some place for him. And why not put him in a position where he could wind up too injured to ever wrestle again.
(The thought of that much chaos gives Christian goosebumps and possibly a…)
(Arik taps his marker on Matthew Knox’s name)
DeMARCO: Yeah...Knox could give you issues. Maybe run, when you see him coming.
(Arik quickly taps his marker on Victoria and Kallie’s names)
DeMARCO: I can see why you’d be worried about them. Victoria carries around that Nash Strader name and that name seems to bring out the best in people, specifically the Nash Strader crew themselves. And Kallie...she may seem bubbly and cheerful...but maybe stay away from her too.
(Arik points at Dex Griffin’s name)
DeMARCO: He seems like a tough man. Rumor is he has a polar bear he can call at a moment’s notice.
(Arik writes something on the board, then turns and looks at Christian)
DeMARCO: Only...fans? Wait...what?
(Arik taps on Dex’s name, then on the ‘Onlyfans’ he wrote on the board. He touches his index fingers together and begins to move them apart, indicating the size of something. Arik gets his fingers about ten inches apart before Christian reaches over and grabs Arik’s left hand)
DeMARCO: Okay...I get it. Maybe...maybe it will weigh him down?
(Arik goes to tap on the boards where Josiah Andrew Scott’s name is, but Christian let’s go of his hand and pushes the board over onto the ground)
DeMARCO: Listen. I believe you have it in you. I believe you have the ability to come out here and leave St. Elmo as a winner. Now the question is…
(Christian pokes a finger into Arik’s chest)
DeMARCO: Can you believe in yourself?
(He removes his finger from Arik’s chest and taps Arik on the shoulder, before walking off down Main Street. Arik can be seen looking at the ground, before bringing up his eyes...a small light in them. A wicked smirk crosses his lips as he looks around at the town. He shakes his head ‘yes’ and simply mouths his favorite word)
(Magic)
DeMARCO: Oh, man...I simply cannot WAIT to see the carnage that is going to be laid upon this tiny town.
Arik, as usual, is silent.
DeMARCO: And you get to participate in the first ever Fallout sponsored event...BEFORE draft day!
(Christian turns to look at Arik)
DeMARCO: Doesn’t that get your heart pumping? Doesn’t that get your adrenaline going? Don’t you just want to go out there and RIP something to shreds?
(Arik shakes his head ‘no’, slowly)
DeMARCO: What’s wrong, dear Arik? Are you afraid you’re going to get hurt?
(Mr. Holt shakes his head ‘yes’)
DeMARCO: You have it in you, bud. I know you got this.
(Arik frowns for a moment, before gesturing to Christian to ‘hold on’, extending his index finger out. He reaches into his coat and pulls out an old Speak N Spell toy. He starts typing onto it but messes up and has to start all over)
DeMARCO: Can’t you just pull that white board out of your ass like you usually do?
(Arik shoots Christian a dirty look before refocusing on the toy. He begins to type again but messes up once more before turning and chucking the Speak N Spell down the street. About ten feet away the toy hits the ground and barely cracks the casing)
DeMARCO: Are you that frustrated?
(Arik turns and looks at Christian, his brow furrowed)
DeMARCO: Is it the people in the match? Are you afraid of them.
(Arik turns and walks off camera and then comes back into scene with a white board on wheels)
DeMARCO: You and these damn white boards out of thin air.
(Arik writes something on the board, then turns around)
DeMARCO: “They will kill me”. Well, Arik...I don’t think they will. You’ve got talent. You’ve got pizazz
(Arik writes ‘0-1’ on the board)
DeMARCO: Yeah...and you’ve got a losing record. But you didn’t get pinned in that four-way match.
(Arik writes ‘I hid under the ring’ on the board)
DeMARCO: Well you have a LOT of room to hide out here too, if you want to. But I trust in you, my bald-headed friend. What you lack in hair, you make up for in flash. What you lack in a functioning voice, you make up for in attitude. I want you to go out there this weekend and use ANYTHING you can get your hands on, to stop any of them from getting to the three briefcases that will be hanging above them.
(Arik grabs the board and spins it to the other side. He has the names of the other nine competitors, already written on the side of the board. He takes his capped marker and points to Mark Hunter)
DeMARCO: Hunter? Don’t worry about him. He’s not cut out for the hardcore lifestyle...he hates it. Which gives YOU the advantage as you will SHINE when the blood begins to pour.
(Arik writes ‘Will I?’ on the board, shaking his head in disbelief)
DeMARCO: Some of those names on that list you don’t even have to worry about. I mean, Seth Blackheart hasn’t been heard from since he signed his contract and neither has Eli Atlas.
(Arik makes a motion like he’s lifting weights, then flexes his right arm)
DeMARCO: No, I doubt they’re training. Believe me, I...more than anyone...hope they are foaming at the mouth to make one hell of an entrance into Project: Honor...but I don’t have faith in them.
(Arik goes to point his marker at Dagvald, but Christian quickly walks over and erases the name from the board using his fingers)
DeMARCO: Dude is a mental ass-clown that makes me looks like the sane one...and not in a hardcore-destruction type of way. If it were up to me, I wouldn’t even have that walking trailer trash step foot into my blessed Purge Match. But Rock Johnson had to have some place for him. And why not put him in a position where he could wind up too injured to ever wrestle again.
(The thought of that much chaos gives Christian goosebumps and possibly a…)
(Arik taps his marker on Matthew Knox’s name)
DeMARCO: Yeah...Knox could give you issues. Maybe run, when you see him coming.
(Arik quickly taps his marker on Victoria and Kallie’s names)
DeMARCO: I can see why you’d be worried about them. Victoria carries around that Nash Strader name and that name seems to bring out the best in people, specifically the Nash Strader crew themselves. And Kallie...she may seem bubbly and cheerful...but maybe stay away from her too.
(Arik points at Dex Griffin’s name)
DeMARCO: He seems like a tough man. Rumor is he has a polar bear he can call at a moment’s notice.
(Arik writes something on the board, then turns and looks at Christian)
DeMARCO: Only...fans? Wait...what?
(Arik taps on Dex’s name, then on the ‘Onlyfans’ he wrote on the board. He touches his index fingers together and begins to move them apart, indicating the size of something. Arik gets his fingers about ten inches apart before Christian reaches over and grabs Arik’s left hand)
DeMARCO: Okay...I get it. Maybe...maybe it will weigh him down?
(Arik goes to tap on the boards where Josiah Andrew Scott’s name is, but Christian let’s go of his hand and pushes the board over onto the ground)
DeMARCO: Listen. I believe you have it in you. I believe you have the ability to come out here and leave St. Elmo as a winner. Now the question is…
(Christian pokes a finger into Arik’s chest)
DeMARCO: Can you believe in yourself?
(He removes his finger from Arik’s chest and taps Arik on the shoulder, before walking off down Main Street. Arik can be seen looking at the ground, before bringing up his eyes...a small light in them. A wicked smirk crosses his lips as he looks around at the town. He shakes his head ‘yes’ and simply mouths his favorite word)
(Magic)