AS 40: Apostles of Chaos vs. Steven Kurtesy and Brad Bomb
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Viola Moonlight
I'm Literally Just Here for WZCW
A single bird chirps at the crack of dawn to awaken the other forest critters, notifying them of the sun's arrival. Although clouds do not protect the sky, there is no warmth to be shared from up above. Cold winds rustle through the trees, shaving off the remaining leaves that still linger on the edge of their mother's branch. The last baby that gently flutters down from the massive oak tree in the courtyard drops on the shoulder of Steven Kurtesy, where he stands with only a robe and a headband eyes closed and focusing his strength. Students enclosed behind the walls of the Zen Ki Bo training school gather around to see the newly acquired member test himself. As Kurtesy is channeling his energy, the infamous doctor Sandy Deserts wearing nothing but the best fashion (which is a distinct difference to the normal garments of the martial art fighters) can be seen in the distance forcing herself into the residency. Just as one of the teachers puts forward a large, thick block of wood and Steven is about to attempt to hit it, the heels of Sandy can be heard clicking along the wooden floor.
"Professor!"
As she yells to him, Steven turns around and smacks the block with his hands simultaneously, breaking it into two. Before he has a chance to greet Sandy, the students around him cheer and chant as Steven has done the impossible for a new graduate. The teachers are shocked by this event. One of them forces Steven to turn back and looks at him eye to eye.
"You were distracted. You did not achieve your goals. You must attempt to break the block once more."
"I shall, teacher. Allow me a few minutes before I continue, please?"
The head teacher looks over to Sandy and gives him the nod of approval.
"Be quick to remove this distraction."
Steven bows back in return and goes over to Sandy. The teacher looks over once more before heading back to the scene. The two intellects embrace and greet each other as the students and teachers in the background set up the apparatus once more.
"A distraction, am I?"
Steven smiles at the comment.
"Oh, don't worry about him. Teacher doesn't mean anything by it. I was doing something quite important."
Sandy raises her eyebrow.
"Maybe he'd change his mind on what's important if I went over there and introduced myself."
Sandy gives a quick chuckle whilst Steven stands there trying to hide his smile.
"Speaking of 'over there,' what were you doing exactly. Were you trying to master how to gather the planet's spare energy to create a spirit bomb? Because clearly you failed."
Steven rolls his eyes at her as she smirks.
"I was attempting to move up a rank in my mastery here. I haven't been a student long and already I've picked up advanced techniques that normally aren't taught to everyone until at least the third year of training. Very shortly, I could become a teacher myself... or maybe even a Master or a Sensei. That'd be quite interesting if I achieved that status."
Steven is almost lost in a world of pondering before Sandy opens her mouth to speak once more.
"The problem is Professor: you are already a teacher, a Master and a Sensei of psychology yet you haven't learned that going after those minions is going to be detrimental to your psyche and your spiritual being."
Steven becomes quite serious as he sees the face of Sandy, which has a heavy emotion of concern for her friend.
"So this is why you came here so early in the morning."
"Indeed"
"Well then...
Before Steven can speak, a clanging sound can be heard as a student fallen over, dropping some very valuable items from a metal cauldron. The teachers and other students come to his aid and belittle him for his lack of efforts. Steven tells Sandy to turn around to meet him at a viewing platform only a few steps from their position. They slowly walk there and stare out into nature before Steven continues.
"Let me explain Sandy. These kids are going to be apart of a disease that is only going to spread like a wild-fire through WZCW and its going to happen in a very short amount of time. I know this because I've been in the very same situation around the same time last year. I know what people in numbers can do together against those who are divided and they need to be stopped before its too late. Last week, I tried to achieve the same goal but unfortunately I did not succeed. I attempted to end this with someone who has a storied history and experience with the Apostles but it didn't work out. Now, I must follow a new approach by going with someone who is familiar with them but has a good amount of experience and potential to balance both factors out, combining in an all-round tag team partner in Brad Bomb."
Sandy begins getting worried.
"This was the thing I feared about Steven... you are taking this too personally and I don't want something like this to take over you again. I know you're strong but I know how Ty can take over people and possess them. Just look at K.O. and King: he's using them to take you out of the equation forever and I can't let that happen."
Steven smiles to Sandy.
"But it won't Sandy. It's not like I need to take out the entire faction in one specific spot that'll require my sacrifice. I just need to stop this before it spreads any further. It might seem like I'm desperate to remove this distraction but how else am I going to get on with my new life that I have come full circle with? The last thing that reminisces about my old being is Ty Burna and I cannot have him keep haunting me. I must remove the distraction and plow through the final chapter before I can achieve the next level."
Sandy looks over to the students and teachers who have cleared the mess and set up the apparatus. She understands the context in which he describes the Apostles and nods in agreement. The head teacher can be seen heading into their direction, signalling to Sandy that this is her time to leave.
"Looks like they're ready for you."
The two exchange farewells before Sandy quickly makes her exit as the main teacher approaches Steven.
"It is time for you to try once more."
Steven puts on a brave face and walks over to the training area where the students cheer him on again, wanting to see him conquer the task properly. Sandy peaks her head into the courtyard from the exit to check on him for a glimpse, with a smile crossing her face before she leaves the premise. The lasting image she takes away as she walks towards her taxi is Steven preparing himself for what lies ahead...
"Professor!"
As she yells to him, Steven turns around and smacks the block with his hands simultaneously, breaking it into two. Before he has a chance to greet Sandy, the students around him cheer and chant as Steven has done the impossible for a new graduate. The teachers are shocked by this event. One of them forces Steven to turn back and looks at him eye to eye.
"You were distracted. You did not achieve your goals. You must attempt to break the block once more."
"I shall, teacher. Allow me a few minutes before I continue, please?"
The head teacher looks over to Sandy and gives him the nod of approval.
"Be quick to remove this distraction."
Steven bows back in return and goes over to Sandy. The teacher looks over once more before heading back to the scene. The two intellects embrace and greet each other as the students and teachers in the background set up the apparatus once more.
"A distraction, am I?"
Steven smiles at the comment.
"Oh, don't worry about him. Teacher doesn't mean anything by it. I was doing something quite important."
Sandy raises her eyebrow.
"Maybe he'd change his mind on what's important if I went over there and introduced myself."
Sandy gives a quick chuckle whilst Steven stands there trying to hide his smile.
"Speaking of 'over there,' what were you doing exactly. Were you trying to master how to gather the planet's spare energy to create a spirit bomb? Because clearly you failed."
Steven rolls his eyes at her as she smirks.
"I was attempting to move up a rank in my mastery here. I haven't been a student long and already I've picked up advanced techniques that normally aren't taught to everyone until at least the third year of training. Very shortly, I could become a teacher myself... or maybe even a Master or a Sensei. That'd be quite interesting if I achieved that status."
Steven is almost lost in a world of pondering before Sandy opens her mouth to speak once more.
"The problem is Professor: you are already a teacher, a Master and a Sensei of psychology yet you haven't learned that going after those minions is going to be detrimental to your psyche and your spiritual being."
Steven becomes quite serious as he sees the face of Sandy, which has a heavy emotion of concern for her friend.
"So this is why you came here so early in the morning."
"Indeed"
"Well then...
Before Steven can speak, a clanging sound can be heard as a student fallen over, dropping some very valuable items from a metal cauldron. The teachers and other students come to his aid and belittle him for his lack of efforts. Steven tells Sandy to turn around to meet him at a viewing platform only a few steps from their position. They slowly walk there and stare out into nature before Steven continues.
"Let me explain Sandy. These kids are going to be apart of a disease that is only going to spread like a wild-fire through WZCW and its going to happen in a very short amount of time. I know this because I've been in the very same situation around the same time last year. I know what people in numbers can do together against those who are divided and they need to be stopped before its too late. Last week, I tried to achieve the same goal but unfortunately I did not succeed. I attempted to end this with someone who has a storied history and experience with the Apostles but it didn't work out. Now, I must follow a new approach by going with someone who is familiar with them but has a good amount of experience and potential to balance both factors out, combining in an all-round tag team partner in Brad Bomb."
Sandy begins getting worried.
"This was the thing I feared about Steven... you are taking this too personally and I don't want something like this to take over you again. I know you're strong but I know how Ty can take over people and possess them. Just look at K.O. and King: he's using them to take you out of the equation forever and I can't let that happen."
Steven smiles to Sandy.
"But it won't Sandy. It's not like I need to take out the entire faction in one specific spot that'll require my sacrifice. I just need to stop this before it spreads any further. It might seem like I'm desperate to remove this distraction but how else am I going to get on with my new life that I have come full circle with? The last thing that reminisces about my old being is Ty Burna and I cannot have him keep haunting me. I must remove the distraction and plow through the final chapter before I can achieve the next level."
Sandy looks over to the students and teachers who have cleared the mess and set up the apparatus. She understands the context in which he describes the Apostles and nods in agreement. The head teacher can be seen heading into their direction, signalling to Sandy that this is her time to leave.
"Looks like they're ready for you."
The two exchange farewells before Sandy quickly makes her exit as the main teacher approaches Steven.
"It is time for you to try once more."
Steven puts on a brave face and walks over to the training area where the students cheer him on again, wanting to see him conquer the task properly. Sandy peaks her head into the courtyard from the exit to check on him for a glimpse, with a smile crossing her face before she leaves the premise. The lasting image she takes away as she walks towards her taxi is Steven preparing himself for what lies ahead...
We come in to the catacombs of the old parsonage that the Apostles have taken up home in. The camera pans around the murky underground until it stops on a figure in a chair. The figure lifts his head, but doesnt turn to acknowledge the camera.
Figure: When does the right become wrong, and the wrong for the right?
The figure rises and turns to the camera to show James King. He walks away from the seat to show the crypt marked Brad Bomb was in front of it.
James: Ive taken to this grave like a friend would. A time when it was doubted I could stand with others. Bomb was showed exactly what it was that we were preaching. The chaos stayed living, if only for a short time.
James walks back in front of the grave, but goes past it, and stops at the second tomb. He rests his hands on the top of it, his body hunches over it.
James: Everest didnt learn this lesson before, and came back last week, with a person who tried to go after us at Unscripted.
He walks away from the grave, and goes to sit in the chair. He leans in front of the first crypt and pushes the chair back some.
James: Dr. Steven Kurtsey. You came to the aid of two we were focusing on. In the cell, you came after us while we werent near you, and last week, you came to the aid of the fossil, Everest, in a losing effort.
He stands and turns his way to a different grave. He stands in front of it for a while, his hands behind his back, then lowers his head.
James: And yet you still defy us. After our match, you still came after us, two unarmed men, with a steel chair. Now, you attempt to come back to us with the man we thought we already learned his lesson.
James moves away from the grave and makes his way to the exit, but turns around before he goes up the stairs. He glares at all the graves, distaste clear in his eyes.
James: Bomb, you tried before, you failed before. A new partner wont change this, not at all. At the end of the day, you will be face first on the mat, screaming in pain as me and this man-
James motions behind his as Chris KO has appeared, seemingly out of nowhere. He walks up beside James and looks across the catacombs.
James: Have you locked into the Pipeline of Pain, and Kurtesy will join you on the mat after tasting chaos.
Chris: You two dont know when to stop, and we will keep beating lessons into you until you learn.
The two men walk back up the stairs as the scene fades.
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We come in back to James room, with him lying on his bed, the TV replaying Meltdown with the Apostles match just ending. He sits up and turns the TV off. We hear the door open as Amber walks into view. She looks down at James and sits on the end of the bed. James looks up at her and shoos her away. She sighs and gets up to walk out.
James: Some things just dont change.
James sits up and glares back at the television.
James: No matter how good we get, we always get the same low totem challengers.
James looks back at his phone, then back up at the black screen.
James: But, with his return what will change?
The door opens again, and James shoots his head up as Chris walks in. He notices James looking at his phone, and shakes his head.
Chris: You need to let him go and focus on this week. Bomb and Kurtsey havent learned yet. The chaos will reign over WZCW.
James nods and gets up. He walks over to the door to look Chris in the eye.
James: I know, but the fact that he is coming back makes me think if he harbors any grudges.
Chris moves outside the door, and motions for James to follow. They make their way downstairs where we see the Hell in a Cell match is being replayed.
Chris: This cannot happen like this. We will spread the word of chaos one by one, starting with these two.
James looks over at the screen, then back to the door as the camera fades.
Figure: When does the right become wrong, and the wrong for the right?
The figure rises and turns to the camera to show James King. He walks away from the seat to show the crypt marked Brad Bomb was in front of it.
James: Ive taken to this grave like a friend would. A time when it was doubted I could stand with others. Bomb was showed exactly what it was that we were preaching. The chaos stayed living, if only for a short time.
James walks back in front of the grave, but goes past it, and stops at the second tomb. He rests his hands on the top of it, his body hunches over it.
James: Everest didnt learn this lesson before, and came back last week, with a person who tried to go after us at Unscripted.
He walks away from the grave, and goes to sit in the chair. He leans in front of the first crypt and pushes the chair back some.
James: Dr. Steven Kurtsey. You came to the aid of two we were focusing on. In the cell, you came after us while we werent near you, and last week, you came to the aid of the fossil, Everest, in a losing effort.
He stands and turns his way to a different grave. He stands in front of it for a while, his hands behind his back, then lowers his head.
James: And yet you still defy us. After our match, you still came after us, two unarmed men, with a steel chair. Now, you attempt to come back to us with the man we thought we already learned his lesson.
James moves away from the grave and makes his way to the exit, but turns around before he goes up the stairs. He glares at all the graves, distaste clear in his eyes.
James: Bomb, you tried before, you failed before. A new partner wont change this, not at all. At the end of the day, you will be face first on the mat, screaming in pain as me and this man-
James motions behind his as Chris KO has appeared, seemingly out of nowhere. He walks up beside James and looks across the catacombs.
James: Have you locked into the Pipeline of Pain, and Kurtesy will join you on the mat after tasting chaos.
Chris: You two dont know when to stop, and we will keep beating lessons into you until you learn.
The two men walk back up the stairs as the scene fades.
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We come in back to James room, with him lying on his bed, the TV replaying Meltdown with the Apostles match just ending. He sits up and turns the TV off. We hear the door open as Amber walks into view. She looks down at James and sits on the end of the bed. James looks up at her and shoos her away. She sighs and gets up to walk out.
James: Some things just dont change.
James sits up and glares back at the television.
James: No matter how good we get, we always get the same low totem challengers.
James looks back at his phone, then back up at the black screen.
James: But, with his return what will change?
The door opens again, and James shoots his head up as Chris walks in. He notices James looking at his phone, and shakes his head.
Chris: You need to let him go and focus on this week. Bomb and Kurtsey havent learned yet. The chaos will reign over WZCW.
James nods and gets up. He walks over to the door to look Chris in the eye.
James: I know, but the fact that he is coming back makes me think if he harbors any grudges.
Chris moves outside the door, and motions for James to follow. They make their way downstairs where we see the Hell in a Cell match is being replayed.
Chris: This cannot happen like this. We will spread the word of chaos one by one, starting with these two.
James looks over at the screen, then back to the door as the camera fades.
Its so tranquil and calm here. If only all my life could be lived this relaxed
the sound of Brad Bombs voice carries a heavy heart with it, one that appears to have become deeply embedded inside of him.
We hear the dulcet tones of shoes upon snow-laden grass, the short crisp crunch after every step. Brad is wrapped up in a traditional long, grey coat as well as black gloves and a dark blue scarf, emblazoned with the insignia of the New York Giants. He looks across the park to see children playing in the snow doing a variety of activities ranging from snowball fights to American Football. A smile lifts the otherwise glum and depressed look that has imprinted itself on his face.
A simpler time it was. Being a child that is well at some points it was anyway. I remember the first time it snowed in the UK. I was 10 years old and until then it was just something that happened in the movies. Almost a fairy tale for us British kids, he smirks before continuing, but I digress. I was 10 years old and my mum was over the moon. She could barely believe it herself. She took me and my brother outside and we played around building our first snowman Barry. Thats what we called him. Barry. What kind of name for a snowman is that? It was great because everyone on our street was out and it didnt matter who you were, what you wore, where you went to school. Everyone united by a single variation of precipitation. It was nice.
The glum look upon his face restores itself once again as he trudges across the park, observing the sheet of white that has covered everything in the park. The trees glisten with their new white coat as birds chirp within them. Park benches are either still covered in snow or patches have been for people to sit down on, leaving a visible damp mark behind them. Brad brushes past a disgruntled business worker, whos clearly frustrated with the current predicament. He lets out deep sigh, the cold loses its invisibility as the breath forms a slight fog, before evaporating in plain sight.
Typical. The beauty of the snow which we once celebrated becomes an afterthought; lost amongst the daily pressures we now have to face. Those carefree days long behind us as we now have to deal with the expectations of everyone around us and the pressure put on us if we fail to meet their standards. Slacking off isnt permitted and falling behind, even if not your own fault, is frowned upon even more. Society today isnt appreciative of best efforts and trying. No. Instead it demands perfection, blatantly ignoring the fact that the world and society is far from perfect. The gap between the rich and poor expands every day thanks to the mistakes of the rich that only the rich can fix and as such theyre able to keep themselves forever in employment and wealth while the lower classes find themselves on the poverty line as a consequence of mass redundancies and falling employment because of the wounded economy that continues to bleed.
Bomb decides to sit down on a bench; the long coat protecting him from the wet of the snow. The view of the children playing in the snow is obscured by trees and now all he sees are two homeless people talking to each other, exchanging items. One of them is an older man, sat down by the side of a statue thats in memoriam to the financier of the park project. The other is a young lady, possibly not even out of her twenties; she stands alongside a shopping trolley thats full to the very brim with cans, clothes and an assortment of other things. She passes to him a blanket, as in return he gives to her his many thanks. He offers her some of the money he has but she rejects and instead asks for the empty cans of super-strength lager that rest next to him. She walks off and says shell see him tomorrow and departs away from the old man as he takes the blanket and covers himself in it, wrapping up warm for the soon approaching night. Bomb smiles at the way they co-exist with each other and selflessness showed despite being in a situation where it isnt feasible for them to do so.
How do they have it so right when they should have it so wrong? He ponders aloud. I shouldnt be letting things like this continue to happen just because I get knocked down once. No. I should continue to stand with my brethren to combat this evil and those who they put before me. I see that others around me are prepared to fight and I should extend my hand to them, like how that woman extended a blanket for that man. I shouldnt let them fight alone and I wont. Of course theyll throw everything at us, give us hurdles to clear, but I wont let stop me or anyone who I side with. Ive tried this before and Ill try it again and again and again and again. I will work with those around me who wish to fight to the good fight. Theyll try to keep us down but well keep getting up and theyll break before we ever do. They are the 1% of this company and they will fall for the betterment of everyone else inside of it.
Brad gets up off the bench and walks towards the park exit. This time, there are loud crunches behind him as the snow breaks and bends around his shoes. He walks at a pace, steaming out of the park, the depressed look upon his face has been replaced by one of conviction and determination.
We hear the dulcet tones of shoes upon snow-laden grass, the short crisp crunch after every step. Brad is wrapped up in a traditional long, grey coat as well as black gloves and a dark blue scarf, emblazoned with the insignia of the New York Giants. He looks across the park to see children playing in the snow doing a variety of activities ranging from snowball fights to American Football. A smile lifts the otherwise glum and depressed look that has imprinted itself on his face.
A simpler time it was. Being a child that is well at some points it was anyway. I remember the first time it snowed in the UK. I was 10 years old and until then it was just something that happened in the movies. Almost a fairy tale for us British kids, he smirks before continuing, but I digress. I was 10 years old and my mum was over the moon. She could barely believe it herself. She took me and my brother outside and we played around building our first snowman Barry. Thats what we called him. Barry. What kind of name for a snowman is that? It was great because everyone on our street was out and it didnt matter who you were, what you wore, where you went to school. Everyone united by a single variation of precipitation. It was nice.
The glum look upon his face restores itself once again as he trudges across the park, observing the sheet of white that has covered everything in the park. The trees glisten with their new white coat as birds chirp within them. Park benches are either still covered in snow or patches have been for people to sit down on, leaving a visible damp mark behind them. Brad brushes past a disgruntled business worker, whos clearly frustrated with the current predicament. He lets out deep sigh, the cold loses its invisibility as the breath forms a slight fog, before evaporating in plain sight.
Typical. The beauty of the snow which we once celebrated becomes an afterthought; lost amongst the daily pressures we now have to face. Those carefree days long behind us as we now have to deal with the expectations of everyone around us and the pressure put on us if we fail to meet their standards. Slacking off isnt permitted and falling behind, even if not your own fault, is frowned upon even more. Society today isnt appreciative of best efforts and trying. No. Instead it demands perfection, blatantly ignoring the fact that the world and society is far from perfect. The gap between the rich and poor expands every day thanks to the mistakes of the rich that only the rich can fix and as such theyre able to keep themselves forever in employment and wealth while the lower classes find themselves on the poverty line as a consequence of mass redundancies and falling employment because of the wounded economy that continues to bleed.
Bomb decides to sit down on a bench; the long coat protecting him from the wet of the snow. The view of the children playing in the snow is obscured by trees and now all he sees are two homeless people talking to each other, exchanging items. One of them is an older man, sat down by the side of a statue thats in memoriam to the financier of the park project. The other is a young lady, possibly not even out of her twenties; she stands alongside a shopping trolley thats full to the very brim with cans, clothes and an assortment of other things. She passes to him a blanket, as in return he gives to her his many thanks. He offers her some of the money he has but she rejects and instead asks for the empty cans of super-strength lager that rest next to him. She walks off and says shell see him tomorrow and departs away from the old man as he takes the blanket and covers himself in it, wrapping up warm for the soon approaching night. Bomb smiles at the way they co-exist with each other and selflessness showed despite being in a situation where it isnt feasible for them to do so.
How do they have it so right when they should have it so wrong? He ponders aloud. I shouldnt be letting things like this continue to happen just because I get knocked down once. No. I should continue to stand with my brethren to combat this evil and those who they put before me. I see that others around me are prepared to fight and I should extend my hand to them, like how that woman extended a blanket for that man. I shouldnt let them fight alone and I wont. Of course theyll throw everything at us, give us hurdles to clear, but I wont let stop me or anyone who I side with. Ive tried this before and Ill try it again and again and again and again. I will work with those around me who wish to fight to the good fight. Theyll try to keep us down but well keep getting up and theyll break before we ever do. They are the 1% of this company and they will fall for the betterment of everyone else inside of it.
Brad gets up off the bench and walks towards the park exit. This time, there are loud crunches behind him as the snow breaks and bends around his shoes. He walks at a pace, steaming out of the park, the depressed look upon his face has been replaced by one of conviction and determination.
Kermit
the Frog
"As a dog returns to its vomit, so a fool repeats his folly."
Proverbs 26:11
Proverbs 26:11
The scene begins with an outside shot of Chris K.O. and James King’s house. The sun is still tucked into the hills and the day is still dimly lit with a blue hue. The shot transitions to Chris lying in his bed. His eyes are open as he stares blankly into the air. The camera zooms in on his eye.
Sir?
The camera remains focused on Chris’ eye.
Sir? Can I help you?
The camera pulls back and we are treated to a shot of a younger Chris K.O. He is standing in suit clothes inside of a large city bank.
Sir?
Chris finally gives attention to the voice, who is revealed as a clerk behind a counter.
Yes, I would like to make a deposit.
Alright, please fill this out.
The clerk slides Chris a deposit sheet over the counter. He takes it and then steps to the side so that other people behind him may conduct business. The camera zooms in on Chris’ face. He looks nervous as he fills out the deposit sheet. He begins to write down random information on the sheet as a sweat begins to break on his brow. He licks his lips nervously.
Several people do business at the counter as the moments pass. The clerk looks over at Chris, who still has not finished the sheet. Chris swallows as he closes eyes. All of a sudden, his phone begins to ring in his pocket. Chris opens up his eyes in relief and pulls the phone out of his pocket. He fumbles it to his ear.
Hello?
3…
Yes, alright.
2…
I understand.
1…
WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!
Chris’ loud voice draws the attention from several people inside the bank. The front-door security guards even give him attention. BOOM! Three men in black sweats and ski-masks enter the bank. They are all wielding guns as they knock down the distracted guards. One of the men grabs a nearby woman as a hostage. The center man of the three begins to speak.
Everybody down! Cops, drop your weapons or the girl dies!
Three cops inside of the bank look hesitantly at each other, but finally decide to drop their weapons. Everyone else, including Chris, in the bank is now lying down on the floor.
The camera zooms in on Chris and the scene begins to get cloudy.
The shot resumes back to normal time and the light, that is allowed through the windows, signals that it is early in the morning. Chris makes his way downstairs from his bedroom and through the hallways of the overwhelming parsonage. He finally turns into a room that is littered with books. Hundreds of them are tucked into shelves against the wall. He examines the shelves and picks out a book with a black cover.
He takes it to a lonely office desk and chair in the center of the room. He flicks on a lamp and opens up the book. He slowly reads certain parts of the text and skips several pages at some points. The window gives the room an awkward aura around the yellow lamp light. Only a distant clock and the sound of turning pages can be heard. The camera zooms in on the cover of the book. It reads, Death of a Salesman.
Chris is shown reading his book inside the study room as footsteps can be heard down the hall. James King passes the room, but double takes to see Chris and enters it.
Hey Chris.
Hey James, what have you been up too?
Chris keeps his focus on the book as he speaks to James.
Down in the catacombs. Just thinking.
You seem to be spending a lot of time down there recently.
I like it. It’s quiet and unnaturally peaceful.
Chris smirks as he continues reading.
So, I’ve heard that we got Kurtesy this week again, along with Brad Bomb again.
Chris does not respond as he turns a page.
Chris?
Hmm?
Did you hear me?
Oh, yes. Sorry.
James looks at Chris in a curious way.
What are you reading.
It is a play called, Death of a Salesman, by Arthur Miller.
Oh.
The camera shows James face as the scene begins to get cloudy. It transitions to the flashback.
Two of the three robbers move from the entrance area and make their way into the bank. The man with the hostage remains at the front entrance. The two mobile robbers begin to harass the clerks to fill bags with money. The center man looks down at Chris on the floor for a moment, but then begins to speak.
Alright, no body wants to be a hero today! We are going to take the money and leave! No one has to die! You three-
He gestures at all three of the unarmed cops.
Move to one spot!
All three of them bunch together in a single area.
Good.
*Bang, Bang, Bang*
All three of them drop. Screams begin to fill the bank.
Shut the hell up!
*Bang*
He fires a shot in the air in order to introduce silence.
You don’t have to end up like these cops! Just stay on the floor!
The camera shows a ground-view of Chris. Chris looks perturbed over the events that just occurred. The angle returns to a shot of the robbers. One of them is now holding several bags of money.
The scene begins to get cloudy again as it transitions back to present time.
So, what’s the play about?
It’s about a salesman who dies.
James rolls his eyes and enters the room formally. He leans his back against an empty space on the wall.
No, really. Why does it have your attention so much right now instead of the match?
You know James; you can find a lot of stuff about your opponent in other places other than the ring.
How do you mean?
This play is about the tragic reality of the American dream. The concept of being successful and the idea of equal opportunity. Arthur Miller paints an interesting portrait that deserves to be examined.
What would that be?
Willy Loman. Consumed by his own occupation. It became a lint roller for all kinds of demons.
Concepts of champions and ideas of title opportunities plague the mind of WZCW superstars. Prime cases are presented to us by Steven Kurtesy and Brad Bomb. Both of them are so fixated on a championship, a triumph, a small victory. So fixated that they continue to go back to their own vomit and eat it. A process that will continue until they can finally hold it down in their stomachs.
We have already delivered several beatings to them both, official and nonofficial. They are two men who threw up in their matches with us. They are two men who have come back to eat and then regurgitate what they have already spewed.
A small amount of silence fills the gap between dialogue.
You’re always so damn philosophical Chris. Can’t you just shoot it straight for once?
Chris smirks as he turns another page. The scene becomes cloudy once more, as it drifts into the past.
Alright. Everyone remain on the floor!
The two robbers begin to make their way to the entrance, where the third robber is still holding a hostage. In this small moment of time, two men jump up and grab the weapons that were dropped by the cops. They take shots at the robbers and take shelter behind counters. The people on the floor begin to shuffle and scream into safer areas. The robbers enter a shooting war with
the two men. They let the hostage go in the process.
Gunfire pollutes the air as screams can be heard inside of the bank. One of the robbers clutches his leg on the ground.
Shit, I got hit.
The center man looks down at the wound and then in the face of the wounded robber. He shakes his head and raises his gun.
*Bang*
The wounded robber’s head drops from the blow.
What the hell man?!
The other remaining crook gets in the face of the center man.
He was wounded; we couldn’t take him with us!
The center man pushes the other robber back into open space, allowing the two men to shoot him down. The center man panics from his actions and ducks behind the counter. He looks around and is able to see Chris across the bank. Chris looks at him with distraught eyes. The robber breathes heavily as he takes off his ski mask. He smirks at Chris and slicks his hair back. Immediately he gets up from behind the counter and begins to fire wildly as he dashes for the front entrance.
The scene gets clouded up as shots can be heard. We transitions back to reality.
Chris clamps the book shut and then begins to rub his eyes slowly.
In the end, Willy Loman meets death by his own hands. We are left with two shadows that are casted. One is his son Biff, and the other is his son Happy. Biff understands what has happened to his father, and realizes what he must do to prevent it from happening in his own life. Happy is ignorant to the facts and proclaims that he will carry on his father’s legacy.
Chris ceases to rub his eyes and looks up at James.
What legacy? Kurtesy and Bomb are our versions of Happy, and Everest is their Willy. It's an endless cycle of vomit. An endless cycle of death. It’s not always the bad guys who die in the end James. Not always…
Chris gets up from his seat and places the book back on the shelf. He exits the room and James follows behind him slowly.
The scene becomes cloudy for a final time as it transitions back into the past.
Everything has slowed down at this point. Chris watches with wide eyes. The angle of the final shot is scene from his point of view. Chris’ voice begins to dub over the silent scene.
It’s funny who you meet when you are involved in underground fight clubs. Brawling in boiler rooms of bars can get you some interesting contacts. This man right here is named Tom.
The lone robber runs slowly towards the door. One of the men with the cop’s gun is seen poking from behind a counter.
Tom came to me with an offer. He asked me if I was tired of mooching off of my father. He said that he had a job that would require little risk on my part. Tom didn’t like sharing the risk. Tom was a gambler.
The man steadies his gun and takes aim.
Tom was obsessed with his dreams of becoming rich.
*Bang*
Society flirted wealth in front of his face. Society set him up to fail.
The robber is hit through the back of the head and collapses on the floor. He lies dead on the ground.
Tom had the wrong dreams.
His eyes are opened as his head is faced towards Chris. Chris looks on in shock and then closes his eyes.
An in-depth investigation was done over the robbery, but no other connections were made between the three robbers and additional assailants. Tom covered his tracks pretty good and never kept written record of anything.
I’m a free man by law, but I’m in bondage by my thoughts.
It doesn't matter if you are a salesman, wrestler, or robber. Your occupation will kill you if you let it.
...
I refuse.
The scene goes black.
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