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| :::the scene opens up inside of a barely lit room. by the looks of things it's a hotel room, a luxourious hotel room at that. through the low-light you can see some fruit sitting on a coffee table infron tof a televsion set over in the corner. theres a expensive looking bed in the center of the huge room. theres two doors, one looks to be the entrance to and from the luxious room and the other seems to be to and from the bathroom or of some such. all of a sudden the door to the room opens and there stands John Vendetta dressed in all black right after he made his hit out on the Cheif of Police and his assistant Jerry. John is ofcoarse carring with him his silver breif case which encloses his weaponry inside. he walks into the room and shuts and makes sure the door is shut behind him. he looks out the window to make sure no one is following him then he walks over to a sofa up against the wall and he sets his breif case down and he walks into the bathroom speaking softly to himself.::: John Vendetta: theres nothing like a nice place to return to after finishing a hit. :::he walks into the bathroom and closes the door shut behind him. seconds turn to minutes and minutes turn to hours as he finally walks out of the bathroom in nothing but a pair of black work-out boots and boxers and a towel around his shoulders. he obviously just finished taking a shower and/or bath. he looks more relaxed and calm now as he walks over to the television and turns it on.::: John Vendetta(flipping through channels): lets see whats on tonight.... :::he turns to the evening news and he walks away off behind the kitchen counter and opens the refrigerator. he gets out a salad, apples and oranges and some meat and bread for a nice healthy dinner. he begins making his meal as a news reporter speaks begins speaking on the television.::: News Reporter(worried): just a few days ago the body of the Cheif of Police here in New York was found. along-side him was his long-time assistand Jerry Spingler. details are sketchy but at the moment both have been noted as dead at the scene. John Vendetta(listening and making dinner): ain't that a shame.... :::he grins in a sick and twisted way as the reporter continues speaking.::: News Reporter: the person responsible of these 2 deaths is still not known which is causing an uproar around New York as of late. rumors are out that no finger prints, weapons, or any signs of struggles were even found at the scene. some say it was the work of a professional hit-man who works for an underground mob here in New York but those ofcaorse are just speculations at this time in point. tune in tomorrow with a more in detailed over-cast on this incident. :::the evening news goes to a commercial break and John just now finishes making his dinner. he sets it all on a plate and he comes out of the kitchen and sets the plate down on a table in the center of the room. just as hes fixing to chow down on some food thers a knock at the door. he drops his sandwich and sneaks over to his silver brief case and pulls out his 9mm. he holds it behind him as he opens the door to the room and there stands a man. John whips his 9mm out and puts it on the forehead of the man. then he yanks the man inside of the room and locks the door shut behind him. the man begins getting hysterical and he begins yelling and half-crying at the same time due to the gun in his face.::: Man(shaking and scared): hey what are you doing?? John Vendetta: who are you? whats your name and who sent you here? Man: take it easy Mr. Vendetta....I'm from the TWW. you know Tidal Wave Wrestling, just put the gun away. i was sent here by Mr. Swift to check up on you. John Vendetta: why should i believe you? show me some I.D.!! NOW!!! Man: ok ok ok...here!! :::the man nervously pulls out his wallet and flips through it for awhile and he pulls out his I.D. he drops it but quickly picks it up and hands it to John who stills is pointing his 9mm at the man.::: John Vendetta(looking at I.D.): you better not be lyin son. :::a few seconds go by and John throws the I.D. back at the man and he lowers his 9mm and puts it in the back of his boxers. he casually walks pass the scared to death man and sits down and continues eating his dinner.::: John Vendetta(biting into sandwich): sorry about that Kurt Crude...you should have called before comming to my hotel room. you never know what to except. Kurt Crude(kinda upset): why is there a need for a gun though Mr. Vendetta? you literally scared the be-jesus outta me. John Vendetta: ummm, uhh it's just for protection. Kurt Crude(sits across John): protection from who or what? is that thing liscened? John Vendetta(finishes sandwich): none of your business pal....you came down here so what did you want? to ask about my gun or what? and what do you do for the TWW anyways? are you the janitor or what? :::Kurt Crude swallows for a moment and he looks at John who is now biting into an orange. Kurt appears uncomfortable in the low-light in the room and the eerieness of John. but he stills manages to speak up though.::: Kurt Crude: well actually i'm not the janitor, i'm more of an arrend boy for Mr. Swift the president of TWW! John Vendetta(appearing fustrated): and your point is.......? Kurt Crude: well Mr. Swift wants to know why come you haven't showed up at any of the recent un-televised house shows during this week? and if my data is correct...you haven't showed up at any single house show since being involved in the TWW. do you wanna get fired before our first televized event or are you just being rebellious? :::John looks dead in the face of Kurt Crude without blinking an eye.::: John Vendetta: you listen here "errand boy", i don't give 2 peice of goat shit if i don't show up to simple old house shows. do you think i care about house shows? i don't do house shows pal. house shows are for second rate wrestlers such as Suicide and Snake Eyes. Kurt Crude(intrupting): but if their second rate then why come their gonna be main eventing on our first event alongside you Mr. Vendetta? i mean you can't be serious when you call them second rate. their amongst the best in the TWW. as a matter of fact only the best is allowed in the TWW... :::John Vendetta viciously grabs Kurt by his shirt collar and yanks him back onto the floor in a heap. Kurt slowly gets up holding the back of his head and in some minor pain. he sits back down in the chair and appears ticked off.::: Kurt Crude: i could have you suspended or even fired from the TWW for that kind of conduct Mr. Vendetta. John Vendetta(eating an apple): the only thing thats gonna get suspended is my right foot in your behind pal. and the only thing to get fired is my right fist down your throat. so before you begin gettinf offensive...just you remember your here all alone with me...and i could do some stuff to you and no one would find your body. Kurt Crude(visioualy scared): what? whats wrong with you? your sick you know that...your really fricking sick! you need some help! :::John finishes his dinner and he walks into the kitchen and puts his plate away and he walks back out and Kurt Crude is looking at the silver breif case on the floor.::: John Vendetta: you wanna see inside that breif case? Kurt Crude: no i was just watching the news a couple hours ago and a reporter claimed that an eye-witness saw a man walking away from the down-town police department with a silver breif case. John Vendetta(lying): well...it wasn't me. Kurt Crude(walking to door): well i'm gonna go now, ummm, i'll see you later. John Vendetta(blocking Kurt's way): your not going anywhere pal. i know that you know that i did it. Kurt Crude: did what? i don't know. John Vendetta: i killed the Cheif of Police and his assistant....now what are you gonna do about it? theres no way i'm gonna let you out of this room...alive Kurt Crude(nervous): i knew you did it, i mean you don't show up to work and your carring around the gun size that the bullet was collected inside the room of the Cheif of Polices' office. your not gonna get away with your evil ways John..... :::without showing any emotion John slips out his 9mm from his boxers and screws a silencer on the end of his 9mm and he blasts a single round straight through the head of Kurt Crude. Kurt falls back motionless as John puts his 9mm back away.::: John Vendetta(looking down): weak and worthless follower. people like you make people like me leaders! DAMN, now i gotta get rid of this body....hmmm....nothing like a quick late-night trip to the city dump. :::John wals into the storage room and gets out some black garbage bags and he shoves the body inside of them. then he walks into the bathroom and comes out seconds later fully dressed in black leather pants and a trench-coat. the scene fades out as he grabs his car keys and heads out of the room with the triphle-wrapped garbage bags over his left shoulder. he heads to his car and the scene goes complete dark as you see him throw the body wrapped in garbage bags in the back of his 69 Ford Mustang.::: :::the scene opens up. it's late at night and at a place that what appears to be the city dump of New York. theres piles and piles of trash inside of a chain locked fence area. it stinks fairly badly as well. then all of a sudden the camera pans to the right in time to see a car approaching at a slow rate of speed. as it gets closer you can make out that its a 69 Ford Mustang. the car comes to a stop and the headlights are turned off and the drivers side door opens and out steps John Vendetta. he looks around to make sure no one is watching and he walks to the back of his vehicle and opens up the trunk where the body of Kurt Crude a TWW errand boy lies in garbage bags. John hauls the trash bags out and he throws it to the ground with a low-impacted thud. he looks around one more time and he closes his trunk and he drags the garbage bags behind him as he makes hes way to the chain fence. then with one mighty toss he heaves the dead body over the fence and crashing into a pile of trash. he grins evilly and he walks back to his car..::: John Vendetta(smirk on face): Snake Eyes and Suicide i'm gonna be doing the same to either one of you in a mere 2 days from now. :::he reaches hes car and he gets inside he turns the engine over and he reves it up really loud and he pills off out of the city dump and heads into traffic and drives down the road and he begins speaking to hisself.::: John Vendetta: you see Snake Eyes and Suicide, it's no mystery why come you two morons won't talk about our match in just a couple of days. it's because your both scared shit-less to face me. i mean who would wanna face a man like "The Hot Shot" John Vendetta? i mean i am in the best shape of my life, i'm a world-reknown main eventer, and i do have that star-power that ever fed wants. do you two guys realize how many emails, letters, and video clips that i get from other feds who want to hire me to their fed? i get acceptances in more feds in 1 week than you two guys do both together in 1 month. it's no mystery that i'm gonna be main eventing the TWW's first ever televisized event. but the mystery is why come i have to face such low talents as the likes of a Snake Eyes and Suicide? i mean come on...i'd rather face LP, The Masked Jober, Chris Matthews, but anyone than Snake Eyes and Suicide. :::John passes cars at high rates of speeds while driving down the road. he zooms right past a stop light without even blinking an eye what so ever.::: :::as John makes a right turn hes cell phone in his gloove compartment begins ringing. he opens up his gloove compartment hatch and takes out his cell phone. he answers it.::: John Vendetta(speaking into phone): The Hot Shot here... :::he listens to the voice on the other side of the phone and he grins and then he response to the voice.::: John Vendetta: well it's about time you found out where Snake Eyes lives. was he there alone? does he have any kids or any kind of security guards or anything like that guarding his house? because i'm gonna go by there now and pay him an early visit. :::John listens as the voice on the other end of the phone speaks for a moment. John speeds right through a red light and doesn't even stop. he causes a 3 car pile up because of his wreckless driving skills. he doesn't even look back at the mess he caused.::: John Vendetta: ok so Snake Eyes lives on 143 Bonber Street. here in New York, okay, and he has one security guard usually in the front yard huh. well that doesn't mean i still won't go by there. i'll call you later, right now i'm gonna by pay Snake Eyes a little visit. :::John Vendetta pushes the end call button on his cell phone and he puts it in the passengers seat and the scene fades out.::: 20 Minutes Later :::the scene opens back up and it appears to be outside of a house in the surburbs of a city. you can see John Vendetta in his 1969 Ford Mustang rolling down the road comming to a stop infor t of the house. Snake Eyes body guard sees the vehicle and begins walking towards the car. inside the car John grabs his 9mm and sticks it in his back belt clip, and he sticks a 7 inch knife in his front belt clip unseen to the guard, as the guard appraches the car John gets out and begins talking.::: John Vendetta(acting): hi there, is this the house of the famouse TWW wrester...Snake Eyes? i'm his #1 fan and i'd like to get an autograph from him. Body Guard: yes this is Snake Eyes' house but your not supposed to be here right now. hes not accepting any visitos at this late in the day. John Vendetta(acting): come on i just want a autograph. i'm not gonna kill him or anything like that. you can search me if you like. Body Guard: well i guess you can get a quick autograph but i'll need to searh you sir. :::John Vendetta lifts up both his arms and the body guard begins seaching him for weapons. the body guard finds Johns 9mm in his back belt clip and John quickly pulls out his 7 inch knife and slices the mans neck in a matter of split seconds. John drags the mans body towards a trash can and he stuffs his body in there.::: John Vendetta(grabbing his 9mm back): gimme that you puny little bastard! now Snake Eyes your next pal. :::John put his knife away and holds his 9mm out while creaping and sneaking towards Snake Eyes house. he looks inside the windows but can see anything because the curtains are pulled down. he looks around to make sure no one sees him. then he makes his way back to the front door of the house and he kicks the door twice trying to kick it down. and on the third try the door comes off the hinces with a loud crash and the door lands on the inside of the house with another loud crash. immediately a woman comes running down the stairs wearing only a sleeping gown. shes screaming and yelling.::: Woman(scared and yelling): who are you? what do you want. the money is in the safe in the bedroom. John Vendetta(running up to her): i don't want your money hunny...i want your husband...DEAD!! :::John chases Snake Eyes' wife up the stairs and she locks herself in the bed room. he kicks the door twice trying to get inside. then he kicks it two more times. then he just gives up on that and he shoots the door knob off, then he rams the door again with his shoulder and the door collapses with the brute force John used on it. once inside he finds Snake Eyes' wife crouched behind the bed with a phone in her hands yelling into it.::: Snake Eyes' Wife(yelling into phone): 9-1-1, please help me. theres a man in my house with a gun. please come quick!!!!!!! :::John quickly runs over to the side of the bed and he snatches the phone out of her hand and he throws the phone up against the wall crushing it to peices due to the impact. the woman gets up and trys to run away but John grabs her by her hair and throws her on the bed and he lays ontop of her and put one hand over her mouth and the 9mm up to her temple.::: John Vendetta(whispering): listen here you ugly bitch. i'm not here to put up with your bull crap. i came here for one person and thats your husband Snake Eyes. now either you cooperate with me or i'm gonna put a bullet through your skull. now i'm gonna take my hand off your mouth. don't even think about yelling lady. :::John removes his hand from her mouth.::: Snake Eyes' Wife(crying): i don't know where he is. he claims he has a match on Monday in some kind of a 3-way dance. John Vendetta(sarcastic): you don't fucking say.. :::John gets off of her and stands over by the window looking for the cops to show up. then he looks back at the woman.::: John Vendetta: listen here lady. i told you that i don't have time for you games. tell me where your husband is or i'll make you wish you never lied to me. it's your choice lady. Snake Eye's Wife: ok ok, hes staying in some hotel right now. he told me that he knew that you'd come looking for him. so he left and is staying in a hotel room until the match this Monday. John Vendetta(point gun at her): now that wasn't hard now was it? now tell me where the hell is the hotel hes staying at? Snake Eye's Wife: but i dont know the hotel that hes staying at. John Vendetta: DAMMIT LADY, i told you not to play games with me. Snake Eyes' Wife(trembling): but i swear to god, i don't know where the hotel is at. he never told me where it was at. i'm not lying. just please don't kil me! :::John paces around in the room for awhile then he just puts his gun away and he begins yelling at her.::: John Vendetta(yelling): WELL YOU TELL YOU GOD DAMN HUSBAND THAT THE HOT SHOT IS LOOKING FOR HIM YOU GOT THAT BITCH!!! :::John then walks out of the room. and goes down the steps angry that he wasn't able to find Snake Eyes home. he storms out of the house and he gets into his 1969 Ford Mustang and he reves up the motor. he then pills out of the surburb area and disappears into the darkness of the night.::: |
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