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| -[The scene opens up to a fancy candle-lit restaurant. Elevator music is playing in the background, and everyone is dressed up. There are a bunch of couples sitting against the walls of the room, and in the very center are two men. One of them, TWW Vice President Louis Miranda, the other, a new recruit to the TWW, Billy "The Superstar" Boltz. Louis is wearing a nice shirt, slacks, and a tie. Boltz...... is wearing a wife-beater and black jeans. He is sticking out like a sore thumb. Louis speaks.]- Louis: So, Billy.....how's it feel finally being accepted to the TWW? Billy: You want to know how it feels? You want to know what it feels like for a guy like me to fucking make it to the big time? I'll tell you how it feels. It feels fucking awesome! My entire life, punks like that little bitch in the corner over there have been trying to keep me down. Bitches like her over there, they've been trying to make my life hell, and now, it's time for me to get back at all these assholes, and the TWW is just the start. -[Louis looks around and sees that most of the people he was talking about are furious.]- Louis: Hey Billy, you mind toning it down a little? Billy: FUCK THAT! I ain't fucking toning it down for these fucking sell-outs. Look at that guy over there, fucking acting all sweet, but the only thing on his mind is how good of a fuck his woman is. I'm the only muthafucka' keepin it real in here. I'm the only one that doesn't beat around the fucking bush, I'm the only one that says it how it is. -[He pauses, downs his glass of wine, and picks up his menu. He looks at it for a sec, looks at Louis, and puts it back down. He then continues talking.]- Billy: So, who's the unlucky asshole that gets to face me first? -[Louis sips his wine, then responds.]- Louis: I think your facing The Volunteer this Tuesday. Billy: How fitting, Volunteer. Yeah, his punk-ass is volunteering for a lesson he'll never forget. So, what's up with the title scene? Louis: Well, all the belts are vacant right now, but a tournament for the Extreme Title is starting Tuesday. Billy: They are having a tourney without me? What the fuck? Louis: I'm afraid so, don't worry though, it's just a sport, just a game. I'm sure you'll have fun nonetheless. -[Billy starts to down his second glass of wine and at that comment, spews it all over Louis. He gets pissed. He talks.]- Billy: Just a sport? A game? This is not just a fucking game. THIS IS MY FUCKING LIFE! I have been working too long, and too hard for it to be just a game. This is what I live for, this is more then a passion, this is, a life. This is what I was born for, this is what I was bred for, and this is what I'll die for. This isn't a fucking game, it's everything. Now if you don't mind me, I am getting sick of the stench of assholes that surrounds me, so I'm out. Later. -[With that, he gets up and heads for the door. The waiter makes his way to their table woith their food, and Billy purposely runs into him on the way out. The scene fades to black.]- |
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