Post by Dave Milan on Jun 21, 2007 12:33:47 GMT -5
::The scene opens with a shot of a concrete wall at night. The wall is covered in graffiti of tagger's names and their particular love-interests. A beatup old trashcan is sitting slightly out of frame, to the right. Nothing changes on the scene for a few moments, allowing the viewer to notice that the camera quality isn't up-to-par with GCW standard equpiment. A voice can be heard off-screen. As it grows louder, the viewer can recognize the voice's owner as Kyle Wilton.::
Kyle (Nervously, looking around at this dark alley for something or someone) - Uh, hello? Dave?
::Finally, from behind the trashcan, Milan stands looking worse for wear. His hair is noticabley growing longer each time we see him, as is his stubble. It's painfully obvious the man isn't taking care of himself as he stumbles toward Kyle. Milan extends a hand and grabs onto Kyle's shoulder firmly, using him as a support as Kyle attempts to move away.::
Dave Milan (In a deep, sleep deprived voice) -[/color] Kyle! Good, you're here! We can do the interview now!
::Kyle looks confused as Milan adjusts his t-shirt and attempts to slick back his hair.::
Kyle - Uh, Dave? What are you talking about? You asked me to come out here... for an interview?
Milan (completely ignoring Kyle) -[/color] Great question, Kyle! Gr-gre-gre-great question! Yes, it's been a tough few weeks, but I'm do-do-do-doing fine! Yeah...fine...yeah...
::Milan fades off and looks down at the ground while Kyle looks at an utter loss for words as to what Milan's condition is. Finally, he realizes that if he wants to help he might as well do as Milan asks. Kyle straightens himself up looks over at the camera lens and addresses Milan::
Kyle - So, Dave, there's... uh... there's a fatal fourwar ladder match for the GCW Evolution Championship this Sunday at GCW's first supercard Open The Gate! You will be facing The Ringmaster, Apollo Mercer, and Pierre the Masked Canuck in this match. What (Kyle says this with extreme sincerity) are you doing to prepare?
::Milan looks down at Kyle and then at the camera::
Dave -[/color] I...I've been sad, you know that Kyle? Mmmmmmmmhmmm, I've been sad! I lost to Dave Hilt...
::Dave hugs onto Kyle and is on the verge of tears. Kyle reluctantly puts an arm around Dave::
Kyle - Uh, it's okay, Dave...it's okay...
::Milan tears away from Kyle and pulls at his hair and grunts loudly. Kyle stands just amazed at Milan's actions in this dark back alley. Dave smacks a hand against his forehead and grabs a bit of his hair, pulling at it as he shuts his eyes in pain. He sighs heavily and looks at Kyle, pleadingly::
-[/color] No it's not okay, Kyle! This was my one shot to finally make something of myself in this business! I finally had a shot at the MAIN EVENT! I could have been the TOP GUY! Ugh, damnit, Kyle...
::Dave smacks a hand against the concrete wall. He fidgets with his hands and bites his lip, struggling to regain his composure and continue. Milan grunts and stares at Kyle.::
-[/color] It's like, damn, this was my shot. This was finally my god-damned shot! And I....I blew it! I...god damnit, I fuckin' blew it!
::Dave eyes glisten over as he pulls at his hair, moving his gaze from the frightened and disturbed Kyle to the camera, staring like a sinner into a confessional. Tears are building, his emotions are breaking and he's clearly on the edge of a thin, thin line. A tense moment passes as he stares into the camera. Finally a sort of insane smiles breaks on his face. Milan wipes his hair back before clearing his eyes and clearing his throat::
-[/color] There's a light, though, at the end of this tunnel. That light is shining at the top of a ladder.... heh, heh... that light is the GCW Evolution championship. It's kinda funny, 'cause the first championship I ever won way back when...I won it in a ladder match. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, that's right. A ladder match!
::Milan giggles... yes, Milan actually giggles::
-[/color] A ladder match that gives me a shot at gold! Sounds like fate to me, eh Kyle? I still have a shot at gold... I have a shot...I have a shot again....I have a shot again...
::Dave lowers his head and rubs his face with his hands. He mutters something before sighing heavily and once again breaking into a smile::
-[/color] As for the other guys? I don't know them. Actually, I don't know if I've ever seen any of them. But ya know what? That's cool. How much more exciting is this match going to be, ya know? Four men, probably different styles, a high risk situation. It's gonna be great. So, yeah uh...I'll see you Sunday, Kyle.
::Dave runs a hand through his hair and walks out onto the street, leaving Kyle bewildered at what exactly is happening to Dave.::
Kyle (Nervously, looking around at this dark alley for something or someone) - Uh, hello? Dave?
::Finally, from behind the trashcan, Milan stands looking worse for wear. His hair is noticabley growing longer each time we see him, as is his stubble. It's painfully obvious the man isn't taking care of himself as he stumbles toward Kyle. Milan extends a hand and grabs onto Kyle's shoulder firmly, using him as a support as Kyle attempts to move away.::
Dave Milan (In a deep, sleep deprived voice) -[/color] Kyle! Good, you're here! We can do the interview now!
::Kyle looks confused as Milan adjusts his t-shirt and attempts to slick back his hair.::
Kyle - Uh, Dave? What are you talking about? You asked me to come out here... for an interview?
Milan (completely ignoring Kyle) -[/color] Great question, Kyle! Gr-gre-gre-great question! Yes, it's been a tough few weeks, but I'm do-do-do-doing fine! Yeah...fine...yeah...
::Milan fades off and looks down at the ground while Kyle looks at an utter loss for words as to what Milan's condition is. Finally, he realizes that if he wants to help he might as well do as Milan asks. Kyle straightens himself up looks over at the camera lens and addresses Milan::
Kyle - So, Dave, there's... uh... there's a fatal fourwar ladder match for the GCW Evolution Championship this Sunday at GCW's first supercard Open The Gate! You will be facing The Ringmaster, Apollo Mercer, and Pierre the Masked Canuck in this match. What (Kyle says this with extreme sincerity) are you doing to prepare?
::Milan looks down at Kyle and then at the camera::
Dave -[/color] I...I've been sad, you know that Kyle? Mmmmmmmmhmmm, I've been sad! I lost to Dave Hilt...
::Dave hugs onto Kyle and is on the verge of tears. Kyle reluctantly puts an arm around Dave::
Kyle - Uh, it's okay, Dave...it's okay...
::Milan tears away from Kyle and pulls at his hair and grunts loudly. Kyle stands just amazed at Milan's actions in this dark back alley. Dave smacks a hand against his forehead and grabs a bit of his hair, pulling at it as he shuts his eyes in pain. He sighs heavily and looks at Kyle, pleadingly::
-[/color] No it's not okay, Kyle! This was my one shot to finally make something of myself in this business! I finally had a shot at the MAIN EVENT! I could have been the TOP GUY! Ugh, damnit, Kyle...
::Dave smacks a hand against the concrete wall. He fidgets with his hands and bites his lip, struggling to regain his composure and continue. Milan grunts and stares at Kyle.::
-[/color] It's like, damn, this was my shot. This was finally my god-damned shot! And I....I blew it! I...god damnit, I fuckin' blew it!
::Dave eyes glisten over as he pulls at his hair, moving his gaze from the frightened and disturbed Kyle to the camera, staring like a sinner into a confessional. Tears are building, his emotions are breaking and he's clearly on the edge of a thin, thin line. A tense moment passes as he stares into the camera. Finally a sort of insane smiles breaks on his face. Milan wipes his hair back before clearing his eyes and clearing his throat::
-[/color] There's a light, though, at the end of this tunnel. That light is shining at the top of a ladder.... heh, heh... that light is the GCW Evolution championship. It's kinda funny, 'cause the first championship I ever won way back when...I won it in a ladder match. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, that's right. A ladder match!
::Milan giggles... yes, Milan actually giggles::
-[/color] A ladder match that gives me a shot at gold! Sounds like fate to me, eh Kyle? I still have a shot at gold... I have a shot...I have a shot again....I have a shot again...
::Dave lowers his head and rubs his face with his hands. He mutters something before sighing heavily and once again breaking into a smile::
-[/color] As for the other guys? I don't know them. Actually, I don't know if I've ever seen any of them. But ya know what? That's cool. How much more exciting is this match going to be, ya know? Four men, probably different styles, a high risk situation. It's gonna be great. So, yeah uh...I'll see you Sunday, Kyle.
::Dave runs a hand through his hair and walks out onto the street, leaving Kyle bewildered at what exactly is happening to Dave.::