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| ***The scene opens up to the streets of New York, you see many people hustling and bustling up and down the street. You see people hailing cabs and people talking on cell phones. The camera moves down to the street showing all the people and traffic that is New York. The camera then stops and everything goes black and white. The camera abruptly stops and turns down a ally remaing in black and white. The camera moves down showing the poverty of the homeless laying about the ally. The camera moves down till it reaches a man standing at the end of the ally leaning against the wall of a building. The man is wearing orange and black Adidas pants and a pack "Fuel and Fire" shirt with the sleeves cut off. He's arms are massive he has several minor scars from past matches. The man has medium length hair with a matching goatee. His face is that of man who has seen hardship, who has seen and felt anger. The man reaches in the inside of his coat pocket and pulls out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. He takes a cigarette out and places it in his mouth and places the pack back in his pocket. He ignites the lighter as he does this the color of the flame is shown while everything else remains in black and white. He lights his cigarette and takes a few draws off it. He holds it down flicking the ashes off it as he begins to speaks....*** Fuel: This place reeks of poverty this place reeks of a stench like no stench before. These people are forgotten lost souls. These people sit here day after day night after night worry about where they will find their next morsel of food. ***The camera pans around looking at all of the homeless poverty stricken people laying about. Fuel takes a few more drags off his cigarette and begins to speak...*** Fuel: They are worry about such things while all of the other men and women out their worry about where they will drink their next glass of wine or Champaign. Much like these streets of New York the TWW is filled with those people who are forgotten and those who are high class. Filled with the rich and famous and the poor and hungry. I am just one of the new names here in the TWW, I know I am new and unheard of, but I don't plan on being one of the poverty stricken, hungry men like the ones that lay here. I plan on walking the streets of the TWW with the other high class stars. Now I'm not saying I am going to be some stuck up asshole like some of the people here. I'm just letting everyone know I am not going to be just some lost forgotten soul lost in the mix in the TWW. ***Fuel takes a drag off his cigarette and tosses it in a barrel near by, a flame ignites from inside the barrel and all color is restored. He rubs his hand through his dirty-blond hair and continues...*** Fuel: I plan on making a huge name for my self here in the TWW, but that will all come in time, I'm not going to come in here like some cock-diesel full speed only to blow up into obscurity, oh no I am going to be a star but its going to happen soon enough. You all well see soon enough, you all well soon see the ability that I pocess but one unfortunate lost soul will experience first hand.....just who will it be? ***Fuel glares into the camera for a moment then just slowly walks out of the ally leaving everyone with the question "who will it be?". "Fuel" by Metallic begins to play as the scene fades to black...*** |
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