Post by The Ringmaster on Jun 8, 2007 15:37:01 GMT -5
Ringmaster’s New Apartment
Nashua, New Hampshire
Wednesday, June 6th, 11:13 A.M. EST
The camera opens up to show a parking lot outside of an apartment complex. The parking lot is pretty much deserted, other than a U-Haul truck and a black Pontiac G6. A team of four men (including The Ringmaster) appear out of the back of the U-Haul truck, carrying a Vizio 42” big screen HDTV. The group move the television out of the back of the truck and set in the parking lot. The men then sit on the edge of the truck, while The Ringmaster stands.
RM: That TV is heavy, isn’t it?
The movers smirk nastily.
Mover: Yeah, especially when you aren’t carrying your weight. Aren’t you a wrassler? Ain’t you got muscles?
RM: I was carrying my weight. Maybe it was one of your guys?
The first mover looks back at the other two movers, playing bloody knuckles.
Mover: Buncha’ twats anyway…
Suddenly, The Fight Song plays loud, yet repressed, through Ringmaster’s cell phone. The Ringmaster removes the cell phone from his pocket. He flips the pink Motorola Razr open and presses buttons. He activates the voicemail and presses the phone to his ear. A raspy voice comes over the phone.
Voice: Hey kid, this is William Ellis. I’m just calling to notify you that you have a match Sunday against Nightkiller. You need to come by my office around 8 tonight.
Ringmaster closes the phone and puts it back into his pocket. The Ringmaster then turns to the mover.
RM: Hey, my apartment door is open. Can ya’ll move this in their without me? I’d appreciate it.
Mover: Maybe, for a fee…
RM: *sigh*…Here’s 50 bucks.
The Ringmaster hands a fifty dollar bill to the mover.
RM: Do you guys know something I can do around town until 8?
One of the movers playing bloody knuckles comes up to The Ringmaster.
Mover #2: The Pride is playing the Surf today. Game starts in half an hour.
RM: Baseball?
Mover #2: Yeah. Their pretty good this year. I’d hurry though. Those games usually sell out.
RM: Yeah? Well, I’ll be leaving you guys. Just be sure to close the apartment door when you’re done.
The Ringmaster then walks to his parked Pontiac G6 and opens the door. He climbs in and adjusts the leather seat. He grabs the keys and turns the key in the ignition. He reverses and drives through the parking lot to the red stoplight at the end of the road. He then turns right, out of the camera’s view.
Camera fades to black
Nashua, New Hampshire
Wednesday, June 6th, 11:13 A.M. EST
The camera opens up to show a parking lot outside of an apartment complex. The parking lot is pretty much deserted, other than a U-Haul truck and a black Pontiac G6. A team of four men (including The Ringmaster) appear out of the back of the U-Haul truck, carrying a Vizio 42” big screen HDTV. The group move the television out of the back of the truck and set in the parking lot. The men then sit on the edge of the truck, while The Ringmaster stands.
RM: That TV is heavy, isn’t it?
The movers smirk nastily.
Mover: Yeah, especially when you aren’t carrying your weight. Aren’t you a wrassler? Ain’t you got muscles?
RM: I was carrying my weight. Maybe it was one of your guys?
The first mover looks back at the other two movers, playing bloody knuckles.
Mover: Buncha’ twats anyway…
Suddenly, The Fight Song plays loud, yet repressed, through Ringmaster’s cell phone. The Ringmaster removes the cell phone from his pocket. He flips the pink Motorola Razr open and presses buttons. He activates the voicemail and presses the phone to his ear. A raspy voice comes over the phone.
Voice: Hey kid, this is William Ellis. I’m just calling to notify you that you have a match Sunday against Nightkiller. You need to come by my office around 8 tonight.
Ringmaster closes the phone and puts it back into his pocket. The Ringmaster then turns to the mover.
RM: Hey, my apartment door is open. Can ya’ll move this in their without me? I’d appreciate it.
Mover: Maybe, for a fee…
RM: *sigh*…Here’s 50 bucks.
The Ringmaster hands a fifty dollar bill to the mover.
RM: Do you guys know something I can do around town until 8?
One of the movers playing bloody knuckles comes up to The Ringmaster.
Mover #2: The Pride is playing the Surf today. Game starts in half an hour.
RM: Baseball?
Mover #2: Yeah. Their pretty good this year. I’d hurry though. Those games usually sell out.
RM: Yeah? Well, I’ll be leaving you guys. Just be sure to close the apartment door when you’re done.
The Ringmaster then walks to his parked Pontiac G6 and opens the door. He climbs in and adjusts the leather seat. He grabs the keys and turns the key in the ignition. He reverses and drives through the parking lot to the red stoplight at the end of the road. He then turns right, out of the camera’s view.
Camera fades to black
