"Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And when you look long into an abyss, the abyss also looks into you."
-FRIEDRICH NIETZSCHE
The camera shot shows
Sam Masters lying face down in his bed. His face is pressed deep in his cushioned pillow as he sleeps heavily. The camera pans around the bed for half a minute before Sam raises his head from the pillow. With dreary eyes, he looks over at his out-dated alarm clock. “
12:00” blinks in red on the clock screen. Sam does a double take of the clock and then jumps out of bed. He curses under his bed and rushes towards his dresser. He grabs a white t-shirt and a pair of socks from the dresser drawers and turns to grab something else when he is met with an unplanned pain. His right big-toe nails the corner of his bed frame.
*Suppress*
Sam grabs his foot and clenches his teeth as he tenses up in pain. After a minute of squeezing the pain out of his foot, he leaves the room and makes his way to exit the hotel. The camera shot transitions to Sam walking out of the hotel, now fully clothed, towards his beat up car in the parking lot. Sam hops in the car and places his key in the ignition. He turns the key and is greeted with a grumbling groan from a worn-out vehicle. Sam attempts to start the car again, but to no avail. Sam lays his head on the steering wheel and takes a deep breath.
*Suppress*
Please work… come on baby.
Sam turns the key again and with much delay the car finally starts. Sam gives a quick cheer for the miniscule accomplishment. He then pulls out of the hotel parking lot and the camera angle transitions again. We now see Sam driving down the road in his car.
Sam turns on the radio to 105.5 the KAT. He is able to catch some Red Hot Chili Peppers on the station. He listens admiringly with much delight. The camera continues to follow the car until Sam finally parallel parks on the side of a street. An ATM is located on the side of the street, near where he parked.
Sam hops out of the car and approaches the ATM while pulling out his wallet. He swipes his card and pushes in a pin. He waits patiently as the ATM ejects $300. Sam grabs the money and counts it, but before he can count the last bill, they are gone! Sam falls back on the sidewalk as he hazily glances to this left. A man his running away with the $300 dollars in hand!
*Suppress*
Sam jumps up and takes chase after the man. The man runs down the side walk as Sam screams behind him. “
Hey! Stop!” The man leads the chase into an alley; Sam follows quickly and slowly closes the gap between the two. A pedestrian sees the chase and follows after Sam in order to help. The man reaches the middle of the alley, which is separated by a fence. The man jumps on the fence and proceeds to climb, but his halted. Sam grabs the foot of the man and throws him down on his back. The $300 scatters on the ground as this happens. Sam jumps on top of the man and clenches at his neck. Sam finally gets a full vision of the man’s face. It’s not a man at all… It’s a boy; no more than sixteen.
*Suppress*
Sam realizes this and let’s go of the boy’s neck. Sam picks the boy up and presses him against the wall of the alley. The pedestrian, who was following, runs up and picks up the money and hands it to Sam. The pedestrian reaches in his back pocket and pulls out a leather fold. He reveals himself to be an
off-duty cop. The cop grabs the boy by the arm sternly and walks him out of the alley way. Sam follows the cop as he shoves the money in his pocket.
The camera fades to black and then transitions to a shot of Sam getting in his car, with the cop closing the door behind him.
Thanks for your help, I know incident reports aren’t fun to fill out, but it’ll insure that he gets some jail time.
No problem officer. Thank you very much for all the help.
It’s no problem son.
The cop nods to Sam and begins to walk away, but stops and turns back around.
Hey, one more thing. Thanks again for keeping your cool back there. I know a lot of people would like to give a serious beating to someone who stole $300 from them. Take care.
The cop nods again, and walks away. Sam sits in his car, with the camera angle on a close up on his face. Sam pulls out a cigarette and lights one up in his mouth. He takes a puff and then exhales with his eyes closed. He lays his head back on the seat rest and the camera fades to black.
The screen begins to static. A figure of a face can be seen in the static as the screen slowly fades into the next camera shot.
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The camera shot shows
Sam Masters lying face down in his bed. His face is pressed deep in his cushioned pillow as he sleeps heavily. The camera pans around the bed for half a minute before Sam raises his head from the pillow. With dreary eyes he looks over at his out-dated alarm clock. “12:00” blinks in red on the clock screen. Sam does a double take of the clock and then jumps out of bed. He curses under his bed and rushes towards his dresser. He grabs a white t-shirt and a pair of socks from the dresser drawers and turns to grab something else when he is met with an unplanned pain. His right big-toe nails the corner of his bed frame.
Like a seed, I will be planted for the harvest which will come. Water me my pet, and feed the plant that will produce fruit as nourishing as that which Eve plucked from the Tree of Knowledge. Eat from me and you will know everything my pet…
Sam grabs his foot and clenches his teeth as he tenses up in pain.
Dammit!
Sam curses some more under his breath and begins kicking the bed frame irately. Sam curses the bed and hits the wall as he exits the hotel room with a disgruntled look upon his face. The camera shot transitions to Sam walking out of the hotel, now fully clothed in wrinkly garments, towards his beat up car in the parking lot. Sam hops in the car and slams the door behind him. He places his key in the ignition and turns it, only to be greeted with a grumbling groan from a worn-out vehicle.
Are you kidding me?
Sam attempts to start the car again, but to no avail. Sam slams his head on the steering wheel and breathes short untimely breathes.
And I ask you my pet: What reward has come out of your goodness? Those who eat from me never worry about these petty things. If you consume of me, than I will of you. And in my mouth, you will never thirst or go hungry. For I always give you your desires. That I promise my pet.
Dammit! Dammit! Why the hell won’t you work, you piece of shit!
Sam bangs on the steering wheel and kicks the dashboard. After taking his frustration out on the steering wheel; Sam forcefully turns the key in the ignition and the car finally starts. Sam begrudgingly curses the car as he pulls out of the hotel parking lot. The camera angle transitions and we now see Sam driving down the road in his car.
Sam turns on the radio to 105.5 the KAT; looking to find someway to sooth his mood. He is met with commercials on the station. Sam curses under his breath and turns it to the next station, only to find commercials again. Sam checks many stations, only to find commercials and Spanish folk-tunes.
What the hell? Did everyone just decide to take a break at the same damn time?
Sam quickly turns off the radio with a pissed-off look scouring his brow. The camera continues to follow the car until Sam finally parallel parks on the side of a street. An ATM is located on the side of the road where he parked.
Sam hops out of the car and approaches the ATM, struggling to pull out his wallet. He swipes his card and pushes in a pin. “Incorrect Pin” flashes on the screen. Sam groans and presses in his pin again. “Incorrect Pin” flashes on the screen again.
Oh my god!
Sam presses hard on the buttons, as if that were the problem, and the machine finally accepts the pin. Sam impatiently stares down the ATM while the transaction for $300 takes place.
Come on, come on!
The money pops out finally and Sam grabs it and counts it, but before he can count the last bill, they are gone! Sam falls back on the sidewalk as he hazily glances to this left. A man is running away with the $300 dollars in hand!
There will be those who come against you my pet, but they are wrong. I would never betray you and allow one of my own to back bite the other. You are my favorite one my pet. Look to me in all of your direction my pet, and I will place you in the nicest of situations. All those who oppose me, oppose you. If you do not believe this, then you are a fool.
Sam jumps up and takes chase after the man. The man runs down the side walk as Sam screams behind him. “Stop you piece of shit!” The man leads the chase into an alley; Sam follows quickly and slowly closes the gap between the two. A pedestrian sees the chase and follows after Sam in order to help. The man reaches the middle of the alley, which is separated by a fence. The man jumps on the fence and proceeds to climb, but his halted. Sam grabs the foot of the man and throws him down on his back. The $300 scatters on the ground as this happens. Sam jumps on top of the man with anger and clenches at his neck. Sam finally gets a full vision of the man’s face. It’s not a man at all… It’s a boy; no more than sixteen.
Mercy is for the weak, my pet. For my master did not show me mercy, so then why should you show others the same. Do not spare the rod, for discipline comes from the likes of us in order to teach those who must be taught. I tell you my pet, let your bite be bigger than your bark.
Sam’s eyes begin to narrow as he bares a disgusted look on his face. He squeezes the boy’s neck harder as the boy grasps for air. Sam clenches his teeth as he watches the boy’s face turn purple. The pedestrian runs up fast and pulls Sam’s hands off of the boy.
Stop! You’re going to kill him!
He stole my money! He needs to be punished!
Not like this. Not from you.
The pedestrian reaches in his back pocket and pulls out a leather fold. He reveals himself to be an
off-duty cop.
I think you did enough citizen. I’ll take care of this from here. Go on.
The cop grabs the boy by the arm sternly and stands him up. Sam turns away from the two, still baring an angry face. He picks up the money on the floor and exits the alley.
The camera transitions to a shot of Sam getting in his car. Sam’s hands are shaking as he places them on the steering wheel. Sam sits in his car, with the camera angle on a close up on his face. Sam pulls out a cigarette from his pocket and places it in his mouth with his shaking hand. He lights it and takes a puff; then exhales the smoke with his eyes closed.
I am your peace, I am your need, turn to me like so many have before, and you will find all of your desires my pet.
The screen goes into a static with a figure of a face in it. Then it cuts to a different scene.
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The camera pans across a dark room with a cobbled floor and stone walls. Vines grow through the cracks of the stones and hug them like children. In the center of the room is a stone chair, with
Sam Masters sitting down in it. His hair is slicked back as he sits cockily in his tattered jeans, red coat, and white undershirt. He licks his lips and begins to speak.
Three weeks ago I made my WZCW debut against Black Dragon, and through shallow misdirection I found my self coming up on the short end of the stick. This wouldn’t bug me so much if it weren’t for the fact that I know that I am better than him. Hell, I’m better than everyone I’ve faced in this business. Hell, I’m better than Ty Burna, but I don’t expect you to believe me just because of my words. No, I’m not stupid. I know that I have to prove it, I know I have to show you.
Sam looks intently into the camera.
I will show you… Now, I find my self going into the match with the two most polar opposite of characters. On one hand we have Sean Cruz, a flaming homosexual from Texas; and on the other we have The Agony, who is a social outcast that probably eats children and *********es to dead-chicken porn.
But, I digress. I can not just write these two off for their obvious skeletons.
First, we have Sean Cruz. Who recently lost his butt-buddy, and now finds himself stranded in the open sea. He is a small guppy, and I am a new-born shark. His chances of survival are slim to none. Hell, they are none! He would be better off no-showing, than have to suffer a humiliating beating on Ascension.
Sam smirks at the camera as some vines begin to wrap around him while he sits on the stone chair.
Second, we have The Agony. Who, other than this, could only get a job as a grave-yard shift Wal-mart shelf stocker; which is where he should be, instead of pretending that he means anything to this business. I hope you are watching this Agony, because I need you look at me.
Sam gestures to his eyes as the camera zooms in on his face.
You disgust me, and I swear if I have to share another locker room with you and your morbid smelling clothes again; I will literarily vomit on you. If you have any respect for this business Agony, after I beat you on Ascension. You will pack your gear, pack your screwed up mask, and get out. You may carry the name “The Agony,” but on Ascension you will feel the agony of disgrace and humiliation.
Sam leans back in the chair as the vines wrap even further around Sam.
Listen people, all of you watching at home, consider the last three weeks of my inaugural WZCW run non-existent. Because now… now.. I have a purpose that far exceeds anything ever thought of being done in this business, and when the time comes you will see. You will all see.
I will become the premier star of WZCW.
I will become the premier star of WZCW.
Mark *static*
Mark *static*
Mark my words. *static*
words….
The vines begin to fully wrap around Sam as the camera goes static and cuts out.
