Post by Jeff Purse on Oct 29, 2011 14:30:55 GMT -5
The wicked are always surprised to find that the good can be clever.
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::The scene opens to a dark forest. The camera swiftly running through, as it has started to storm. The camera truck, five minutes beforehand, had gotten stuck in the mud by the road, forcing the crew to walk to their location. They had not prepared for a downpour, and wanted to get out of the light rain before the real heavy stuff started. Finally, after a few seconds of darkness, a cabin comes into view. Its rather small, maybe just one or two rooms. Its make of wood, perhaps logs. The roof of this cabin is decaying, falling apart even, but for the most part it is intact. In a different setting, this cabin may look pretty with nature surrounding it. But in a stormy, dark setting, it just seems eerie.
The crunch of leaves and branches can be heard under the cameraman's feet, as well as the camera man huffing from running throughout the thicket of the woods. Next to the cabin is a black Navigator, Jeff Purse's. The color of the vehicle, the tint of the windows, it seems nearly invisible in the dark. Two figures are seen exiting the camera, walking toward the truck. The camera runs up to them, and it is seen that they are none other, then Kari, and Jeff's friend, Travis. They are not prepared for the rain either, she has pulled the hood of her sweater up over her head, he has pulled his hands into his sleeves. They both look at the camera as it approaches.::
Kari:
Jeff is in the cabin...I have never seen him like this before. He is really upset about what happened the other night...I don't know there is something different about him right now. If I were anyone else, I would be afraid. He just almost attacked Travis, we decided to wait in the car...he said he has to set up.
Travis:
He has gone insane thats what happened. That stupid f-ACWCENSORED-k Bane has driven him completely insane.
Kari:
No Travis, he isn't. He is angry. I have never seen him really...angry before. He wants revenge on Bane, and that isn't healthy. He just needs to relax. Go, in, you will see.
::She address this at the camera, as her and Travis crawl into the truck. The camera turns toward the cabin, and slowly approaches the cabin door. The lights inside seem to be shut off, it seems to be dark. The door pushes open, and there is Jeff Purse, at a table, in a very dimly lit room. He turns and sees the camera, and waves for them to enter. Close the door. And the camera does on his way in.
Jeff turns to the camera, holding something in his hand. Its hard to tell what it is, but soon, it is revealed to be a picture of Brian Aguirre. It is revealed because Jeff has lit a lighter. He smiles as he connects the two, and after a few seconds, the picture catches flame. It burns, a thin, black smoke trailing off of it. Jeff smiles at the burning picture...but as he watches it, his face shifts. He goes from smiling, almost with glee, to anger. His eyebrows furrow, his lips loose that smile, his eyes widen. He throws the picture to the ground and begins stomping on it. When the fire has gone out, he looks back up at the camera.::
Jeff:
Welcome, to my cabin. We used to come up here as children, and play. Then we stopped when I started counting every branch on every tree. We haven't been here in...15 years maybe. Till today. I did a little bit of redecorating.
::A strong lightning flashes, and it is revealed what Jeff is talking about. On the walls, pictures. All of Brian Aguirre. They not only are on the walls, they plaster the walls. There is action figures of Brian Aguirre hanging from the ceiling. As the lightning dies down, we see Jeff place something unknown on the table next to him.::
Jeff:
Bane, let me get one thing straight with you, and one thing only. I don't care about your past, I don't care who you were before your psycho transformation into what you are now. I could care less what it was, as a child, that caused you to enjoy pain as much as you do. I don't care if throwing you off the balcony left you with pure, unadulterated ecstasy. I don't care if you believe in that greasy, matted, messed up head of yours if you truly think that Kari would prefer your touch to mine. I don't care if you think I wronged you by turning down your "invitation" to the Dark Carnival. I don't care that you think, in your diluted mind, that you are good enough to not only defeat me, but then to end up, somehow winning the affections of Kari in the end. I care about none of that. I don't care that this is a singles one on one match. I don't care if this is a pay per view and millions of people will be watching. All I care about, Bane, Brian, is seeing my foot connect with your jaw. Hearing your arm pop as I pull on it. Thats all I care about Bane. You think that you are the only person who can...terrify? You think you are the only person who can strike fear in peoples hearts? You are wrong, Bane, very, very wrong. I have gone through this business so far doing things my way. And so far, I would have to say that that has been a success for me. But just like you said, Brian, things are different now. You are not A.C. Smith, or Nathan Von Liebert, or Xavior Laroux. You are, honestly, as you say, a different breed then all of these men. Sure, you have the same cocky attitude as Smith, you talk a lot of crap just like Laroux, and you are dirty and insane like Liebert. But Bane, you are right, you are different. That key difference?
Determination.
While all of these men are determined to become the best this company has ever seen, has ever had the pleasure of watching, to be the best, to win titles. And Bane, that is exactly what I want out of my time here. To become the best. To win titles. To defend titles. To face big names and go out there, give one hundred and ten percent and be the best these wonderful fans of ACW has ever, ever seen. But you Bane, you are different. You don't care about ANY of that. You want to destroy. You want to hurt. You want to scare. You want to inflict the most undesirable pain upon your opponent, and I am not talking about physical pain, I mean emotional pain. And Bane, you are good at it. I couldn't even think of a way, a plan, to come back at you good enough to show you that in terms of emotional pain, I can compete with you. But I sit and think to myself, what can I do to Bane, emotionally, that can compare? That would be good enough? That would satisfy me in terms of revenge? Nothing.
::The sounds of the storm outside have subsided. It is over.::
Jeff:
You have already been through the ringer, Bane. That is the only way you could have ended up as you have. Then I think, what can I do to inflict the most physical pain I can to this man, and actually make him feel it. Well, you showed everyone that that will never work. You, like a crazy child, busted yourself open to PROVE that you enjoy pain. And the point was taken, Bane, loud and clear. You ate a maggot, which can't be healthy, but in terms of what that maggot did to your digestive system, you probably loved it. So Bane, what is it that I can do to do you in order to make you feel the way you have made Kari and myself feel? You are right, Bane, you have affected Kari in a way that she may never get over. This poor girl, who didn't sign up for any of this, just trying to be supportive, going through such...such torture? Thats your idea of getting back at ME for not joining your stupid circus? And in doing that, you affected me, Bane.
You have changed me. Sure, usually I would be saying something to the likes of, you better wash yourself before our match. Your hair is disgusting, do you know what shampoo is? You ate a maggot, how gross. But honestly Bane, I don't give a f-ACWCENSORED-k about any of that right now. It hasn't even crossed my mind...much...that I had to see all that. The fact is, ever since shockwave, I have been watching the footage of you kidnapping Kari. And again Bane, you make a valid point, just watching that over and over won't prepare me for you...in a way. But Bane, buddy, I can't stop watching it. Even if it is not playing, I see it in my mind. Its all I can think about.
::Jeff turns on a light inside the cabin. The inside is weird to say the least in full light. Pictures and action figures of Brian Aguirre everywhere. Jeff grabs what he was holding before off of the table, it appears to be a glass bottle with a damp rag sticking out of the top, a yellowish liquid inside.::
Jeff:
This has never happened to me Bane. I have never felt this way. Even toward the kids who used to bully me in school about licking doorknobs and eating chalk, and having to turn the lights on and off, on and off, on and off. I never felt a complete, an utter hatred toward another human being. I always thought that deep down, inside every person, there was some glimmer of good. Some tiny spark of hope in every body. But you Brian, Bane, you have changed that. I now know that that isn't true, because I have come in contact with you. You have shown me that there is at least one person in this world who exists to torment others. Congratulations Bane. I would say so far you have accomplished all that you have wished to accomplish here so far.
I want to discuss what you said to me Bane. I want to open it up. You say my whole life I have "back downed". Well if that was true, I wouldn't be here right now, Bane. Sure, I lost to Xavior twice. Sure, I lost to Derryk and Nathan, but that in no way means I backed down. If anything I stepped up, Bane. I confronted these men during adversity. Derryk Aries, I was a completely rookie to this styling of wresting, coming from BMX straight to ACW. With Laroux, well, he had beat me before, and I still came at him with all I had, despite the fact of losing to him before. Nathan? Well, Nathan is disgusting. He is dirty and everything that is wrong with the world, to a person with OCD. But I still faced him. I didn't back down to my fears, and I will never back down to you Bane. No matter how much emotional or physical pain you can throw at me, I will continue to fight, Bane.
::Jeff pulls out his lighter and lights the rag sticking out of the bottle He watches the flame.::
Jeff:
Kari...I asked her not to come to the ring with me this Sunday. With you, who knows what you have planned, if I can give you one thing, you are cunning. She refused. She is in complete agreeance with me that we cannot let you win. We cannot let our fears falter us. We have to overcome. So yes Bane, she will be there. And she will be rooting for me. And she will never love you or the way you touch her, you sick freak. But I want to get back to my original point here, Bane.
What can I do to make you feel the pain that you have caused me? I have racked my brain, and finally I found out how. Bane, come Sunday, to make you feel like I do, like you have made me feel, there is one thing I can do. One thing that will get under your skin, that will affect you the way you have me. That will make you shake to your very core. Do you know what that is Bane?
Winning.
Plain and simple Bane. Beating you would destroy you. Pinning you in the center of that ring for the one two three, and that is all I have to do. Why? Well think about it Brian, you keep saying how you want to destroy me. You want to make me bloody. Because I didn't join your f-ACWCENSORED-ed up carnival, that you will show me the mistake I made. So it makes sense, the opposite of that happening would make you cry, Bane. When you are the one laying in the middle of the ring, face busted open, looking up at me and Kari with our hands in the air, with a win over you, proving that your little sick charade is nothing more then that...you will feel the pain I feel Bane. You will know what its like to have something you really care about taken just out of your reach.
True Bane, focusing mostly on one thing in a match isn't a good way to prepare to win. However, my friend, this is different. This isn't just me watching you do your finisher on people. This is me watching you TAKE what I care about most. This is me getting more angry, more filled with rage then I have ever been. This is me painting a target on your ugly, disgusting face. This may be a wrestling event, Bane, but that is NOT what this match is going to be. Its going to be an undoing, Bane. Your undoing.
::Jeff has reached the door of the cabin. He still holds the bottle in his hands. He turns back, toward the inside, away from the camera which is now outside. Jeff throws the bottle into the building, and that is it. Flames spread quickly, as Jeff stands in the door way.::
Jeff:
Bane, the Future can be changed, it can be altered, but it is always something that is unknown. And it is natural to have a fear of the unknown. Therefore, you should fear your future Bane. And I, Jeff Purse, Bane, I am your Future.
::He walks to his truck, gets in the drivers seat. The truck starts up, the lights shining onto the burning cabin. He drives away, the camera following the truck, until out of view, another shot of the cabin, which is fully engulfed in flames. A picture, caught in the wind, comes flying out of the cabin, and lands right in front of the camera. Looking down at it, it is a very charred picture, showing really only the outline of Aguirre. The scene slowly fades to black.::
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::The scene opens to a dark forest. The camera swiftly running through, as it has started to storm. The camera truck, five minutes beforehand, had gotten stuck in the mud by the road, forcing the crew to walk to their location. They had not prepared for a downpour, and wanted to get out of the light rain before the real heavy stuff started. Finally, after a few seconds of darkness, a cabin comes into view. Its rather small, maybe just one or two rooms. Its make of wood, perhaps logs. The roof of this cabin is decaying, falling apart even, but for the most part it is intact. In a different setting, this cabin may look pretty with nature surrounding it. But in a stormy, dark setting, it just seems eerie.
The crunch of leaves and branches can be heard under the cameraman's feet, as well as the camera man huffing from running throughout the thicket of the woods. Next to the cabin is a black Navigator, Jeff Purse's. The color of the vehicle, the tint of the windows, it seems nearly invisible in the dark. Two figures are seen exiting the camera, walking toward the truck. The camera runs up to them, and it is seen that they are none other, then Kari, and Jeff's friend, Travis. They are not prepared for the rain either, she has pulled the hood of her sweater up over her head, he has pulled his hands into his sleeves. They both look at the camera as it approaches.::
Kari:
Jeff is in the cabin...I have never seen him like this before. He is really upset about what happened the other night...I don't know there is something different about him right now. If I were anyone else, I would be afraid. He just almost attacked Travis, we decided to wait in the car...he said he has to set up.
Travis:
He has gone insane thats what happened. That stupid f-ACWCENSORED-k Bane has driven him completely insane.
Kari:
No Travis, he isn't. He is angry. I have never seen him really...angry before. He wants revenge on Bane, and that isn't healthy. He just needs to relax. Go, in, you will see.
::She address this at the camera, as her and Travis crawl into the truck. The camera turns toward the cabin, and slowly approaches the cabin door. The lights inside seem to be shut off, it seems to be dark. The door pushes open, and there is Jeff Purse, at a table, in a very dimly lit room. He turns and sees the camera, and waves for them to enter. Close the door. And the camera does on his way in.
Jeff turns to the camera, holding something in his hand. Its hard to tell what it is, but soon, it is revealed to be a picture of Brian Aguirre. It is revealed because Jeff has lit a lighter. He smiles as he connects the two, and after a few seconds, the picture catches flame. It burns, a thin, black smoke trailing off of it. Jeff smiles at the burning picture...but as he watches it, his face shifts. He goes from smiling, almost with glee, to anger. His eyebrows furrow, his lips loose that smile, his eyes widen. He throws the picture to the ground and begins stomping on it. When the fire has gone out, he looks back up at the camera.::
Jeff:
Welcome, to my cabin. We used to come up here as children, and play. Then we stopped when I started counting every branch on every tree. We haven't been here in...15 years maybe. Till today. I did a little bit of redecorating.
::A strong lightning flashes, and it is revealed what Jeff is talking about. On the walls, pictures. All of Brian Aguirre. They not only are on the walls, they plaster the walls. There is action figures of Brian Aguirre hanging from the ceiling. As the lightning dies down, we see Jeff place something unknown on the table next to him.::
Jeff:
Bane, let me get one thing straight with you, and one thing only. I don't care about your past, I don't care who you were before your psycho transformation into what you are now. I could care less what it was, as a child, that caused you to enjoy pain as much as you do. I don't care if throwing you off the balcony left you with pure, unadulterated ecstasy. I don't care if you believe in that greasy, matted, messed up head of yours if you truly think that Kari would prefer your touch to mine. I don't care if you think I wronged you by turning down your "invitation" to the Dark Carnival. I don't care that you think, in your diluted mind, that you are good enough to not only defeat me, but then to end up, somehow winning the affections of Kari in the end. I care about none of that. I don't care that this is a singles one on one match. I don't care if this is a pay per view and millions of people will be watching. All I care about, Bane, Brian, is seeing my foot connect with your jaw. Hearing your arm pop as I pull on it. Thats all I care about Bane. You think that you are the only person who can...terrify? You think you are the only person who can strike fear in peoples hearts? You are wrong, Bane, very, very wrong. I have gone through this business so far doing things my way. And so far, I would have to say that that has been a success for me. But just like you said, Brian, things are different now. You are not A.C. Smith, or Nathan Von Liebert, or Xavior Laroux. You are, honestly, as you say, a different breed then all of these men. Sure, you have the same cocky attitude as Smith, you talk a lot of crap just like Laroux, and you are dirty and insane like Liebert. But Bane, you are right, you are different. That key difference?
Determination.
While all of these men are determined to become the best this company has ever seen, has ever had the pleasure of watching, to be the best, to win titles. And Bane, that is exactly what I want out of my time here. To become the best. To win titles. To defend titles. To face big names and go out there, give one hundred and ten percent and be the best these wonderful fans of ACW has ever, ever seen. But you Bane, you are different. You don't care about ANY of that. You want to destroy. You want to hurt. You want to scare. You want to inflict the most undesirable pain upon your opponent, and I am not talking about physical pain, I mean emotional pain. And Bane, you are good at it. I couldn't even think of a way, a plan, to come back at you good enough to show you that in terms of emotional pain, I can compete with you. But I sit and think to myself, what can I do to Bane, emotionally, that can compare? That would be good enough? That would satisfy me in terms of revenge? Nothing.
::The sounds of the storm outside have subsided. It is over.::
Jeff:
You have already been through the ringer, Bane. That is the only way you could have ended up as you have. Then I think, what can I do to inflict the most physical pain I can to this man, and actually make him feel it. Well, you showed everyone that that will never work. You, like a crazy child, busted yourself open to PROVE that you enjoy pain. And the point was taken, Bane, loud and clear. You ate a maggot, which can't be healthy, but in terms of what that maggot did to your digestive system, you probably loved it. So Bane, what is it that I can do to do you in order to make you feel the way you have made Kari and myself feel? You are right, Bane, you have affected Kari in a way that she may never get over. This poor girl, who didn't sign up for any of this, just trying to be supportive, going through such...such torture? Thats your idea of getting back at ME for not joining your stupid circus? And in doing that, you affected me, Bane.
You have changed me. Sure, usually I would be saying something to the likes of, you better wash yourself before our match. Your hair is disgusting, do you know what shampoo is? You ate a maggot, how gross. But honestly Bane, I don't give a f-ACWCENSORED-k about any of that right now. It hasn't even crossed my mind...much...that I had to see all that. The fact is, ever since shockwave, I have been watching the footage of you kidnapping Kari. And again Bane, you make a valid point, just watching that over and over won't prepare me for you...in a way. But Bane, buddy, I can't stop watching it. Even if it is not playing, I see it in my mind. Its all I can think about.
::Jeff turns on a light inside the cabin. The inside is weird to say the least in full light. Pictures and action figures of Brian Aguirre everywhere. Jeff grabs what he was holding before off of the table, it appears to be a glass bottle with a damp rag sticking out of the top, a yellowish liquid inside.::
Jeff:
This has never happened to me Bane. I have never felt this way. Even toward the kids who used to bully me in school about licking doorknobs and eating chalk, and having to turn the lights on and off, on and off, on and off. I never felt a complete, an utter hatred toward another human being. I always thought that deep down, inside every person, there was some glimmer of good. Some tiny spark of hope in every body. But you Brian, Bane, you have changed that. I now know that that isn't true, because I have come in contact with you. You have shown me that there is at least one person in this world who exists to torment others. Congratulations Bane. I would say so far you have accomplished all that you have wished to accomplish here so far.
I want to discuss what you said to me Bane. I want to open it up. You say my whole life I have "back downed". Well if that was true, I wouldn't be here right now, Bane. Sure, I lost to Xavior twice. Sure, I lost to Derryk and Nathan, but that in no way means I backed down. If anything I stepped up, Bane. I confronted these men during adversity. Derryk Aries, I was a completely rookie to this styling of wresting, coming from BMX straight to ACW. With Laroux, well, he had beat me before, and I still came at him with all I had, despite the fact of losing to him before. Nathan? Well, Nathan is disgusting. He is dirty and everything that is wrong with the world, to a person with OCD. But I still faced him. I didn't back down to my fears, and I will never back down to you Bane. No matter how much emotional or physical pain you can throw at me, I will continue to fight, Bane.
::Jeff pulls out his lighter and lights the rag sticking out of the bottle He watches the flame.::
Jeff:
Kari...I asked her not to come to the ring with me this Sunday. With you, who knows what you have planned, if I can give you one thing, you are cunning. She refused. She is in complete agreeance with me that we cannot let you win. We cannot let our fears falter us. We have to overcome. So yes Bane, she will be there. And she will be rooting for me. And she will never love you or the way you touch her, you sick freak. But I want to get back to my original point here, Bane.
What can I do to make you feel the pain that you have caused me? I have racked my brain, and finally I found out how. Bane, come Sunday, to make you feel like I do, like you have made me feel, there is one thing I can do. One thing that will get under your skin, that will affect you the way you have me. That will make you shake to your very core. Do you know what that is Bane?
Winning.
Plain and simple Bane. Beating you would destroy you. Pinning you in the center of that ring for the one two three, and that is all I have to do. Why? Well think about it Brian, you keep saying how you want to destroy me. You want to make me bloody. Because I didn't join your f-ACWCENSORED-ed up carnival, that you will show me the mistake I made. So it makes sense, the opposite of that happening would make you cry, Bane. When you are the one laying in the middle of the ring, face busted open, looking up at me and Kari with our hands in the air, with a win over you, proving that your little sick charade is nothing more then that...you will feel the pain I feel Bane. You will know what its like to have something you really care about taken just out of your reach.
True Bane, focusing mostly on one thing in a match isn't a good way to prepare to win. However, my friend, this is different. This isn't just me watching you do your finisher on people. This is me watching you TAKE what I care about most. This is me getting more angry, more filled with rage then I have ever been. This is me painting a target on your ugly, disgusting face. This may be a wrestling event, Bane, but that is NOT what this match is going to be. Its going to be an undoing, Bane. Your undoing.
::Jeff has reached the door of the cabin. He still holds the bottle in his hands. He turns back, toward the inside, away from the camera which is now outside. Jeff throws the bottle into the building, and that is it. Flames spread quickly, as Jeff stands in the door way.::
Jeff:
Bane, the Future can be changed, it can be altered, but it is always something that is unknown. And it is natural to have a fear of the unknown. Therefore, you should fear your future Bane. And I, Jeff Purse, Bane, I am your Future.
::He walks to his truck, gets in the drivers seat. The truck starts up, the lights shining onto the burning cabin. He drives away, the camera following the truck, until out of view, another shot of the cabin, which is fully engulfed in flames. A picture, caught in the wind, comes flying out of the cabin, and lands right in front of the camera. Looking down at it, it is a very charred picture, showing really only the outline of Aguirre. The scene slowly fades to black.::