Post by Seth Harker on Oct 9, 2007 4:11:27 GMT -5
[Darkness]
[Silence]
[Jagged lines ripple across the screen]
“How much must a man endure in this life before he makes his stand?”
[Static. Another brief shot of the ring, but this time the shadow of a man can be glimpsed, stretching down the aisle.]
“Must he suffer pain?”
“Humiliation?
“Fear?
[Another quick shot, this time of Celine Dion. She’s singing.]
“How long?”
[We see the ring once more. Seth Harker stands in the corner of the ring, face impassive, focused. Cool.
SH: For ten years I have dedicated my life to this sport. I have suffered. I have triumphed. And I have found a home…
[Seth pauses and looks around the arena. A single, forlorn-looking banner hangs above the entrance curtain. It reads “BOB: Live Tonight!” As we watch it detaches itself from the wall and flutters sadly to the floor. Behind it is a second, hand-lettered sign reading “Friday: Roach Extermination Day! Come stomp some bugz!”]
SH: …here.
[The camera zooms on Seth’s’ face as he speaks.]
SH: Parody. Satire. Comedy. Minimum wage. The four gospels of BOB.
[Seth’s face fills the screen]
SH: I’m not here to amuse you.
[Blackness]
KF: Seth, you have to slow down. That match with Insano Mano was brutal. You have to stop doing this to yourself. You… you’re not as young as you used to be.
SH: And you’re not as gay as you used to be. People change.
KF: Thanks for that, Sethy Whatbody.
SH: Sorry. I didn’t mean that as a bad thing.
[The figures move closer together.]
KF: It’s not.
[We fade slowly to darkness. Seths voice echoes in the background.]
SH: You want entertainment? You want laughs? You want someone to amuse you…?
[Slam cut to Seth, standing in a perfectly white background.]
Seth: …Go watch “Scrubs”.
[The camera seems to leap forward. As the pitch blackness of Seth’s trenchcoat envelops us, we hear one final, whispered phrase]
SH: You want to witness the pinnacle of human evolution… you watch me.
[Words explode out towards us.]
FUNNY,
WHAT?
LIKE
A
CLOWN?
[Thunder crashes]
DARKSIDER
[Cut to Black]
[Silence]
[Jagged lines ripple across the screen]
“How much must a man endure in this life before he makes his stand?”
[Static. Another brief shot of the ring, but this time the shadow of a man can be glimpsed, stretching down the aisle.]
“Must he suffer pain?”
“Humiliation?
“Fear?
[Another quick shot, this time of Celine Dion. She’s singing.]
“How long?”
[We see the ring once more. Seth Harker stands in the corner of the ring, face impassive, focused. Cool.
SH: For ten years I have dedicated my life to this sport. I have suffered. I have triumphed. And I have found a home…
[Seth pauses and looks around the arena. A single, forlorn-looking banner hangs above the entrance curtain. It reads “BOB: Live Tonight!” As we watch it detaches itself from the wall and flutters sadly to the floor. Behind it is a second, hand-lettered sign reading “Friday: Roach Extermination Day! Come stomp some bugz!”]
SH: …here.
[The camera zooms on Seth’s’ face as he speaks.]
SH: Parody. Satire. Comedy. Minimum wage. The four gospels of BOB.
[Seth’s face fills the screen]
SH: I’m not here to amuse you.
[Blackness]
KF: Seth, you have to slow down. That match with Insano Mano was brutal. You have to stop doing this to yourself. You… you’re not as young as you used to be.
SH: And you’re not as gay as you used to be. People change.
KF: Thanks for that, Sethy Whatbody.
SH: Sorry. I didn’t mean that as a bad thing.
[The figures move closer together.]
KF: It’s not.
[We fade slowly to darkness. Seths voice echoes in the background.]
SH: You want entertainment? You want laughs? You want someone to amuse you…?
[Slam cut to Seth, standing in a perfectly white background.]
Seth: …Go watch “Scrubs”.
[The camera seems to leap forward. As the pitch blackness of Seth’s trenchcoat envelops us, we hear one final, whispered phrase]
SH: You want to witness the pinnacle of human evolution… you watch me.
[Words explode out towards us.]
FUNNY,
WHAT?
LIKE
A
CLOWN?
[Thunder crashes]
DARKSIDER
[Cut to Black]