Post by The Night Terrors on Jul 3, 2013 21:54:30 GMT -5
“Expose yourself to your deepest fear; after that, fear has no power, and the fear of freedom shrinks and vanishes. You are free.”
- Jim Morrison of “The Doors”
***The MPW camera fades into a large, fenced in backyard of a large two story house. The bright sun shines down on the yard, unobstructed by clouds, and the yard is filled by the sounds of Toby Keith’s voice.. The perfect day for the perfect American to celebrate. The camera slowly pans to the left, and all sort of summer cliches are laying around the backyard. A basketball hoop on the patio, a box of fireworks against the house, three marked ice chests, and a large lit gas grill. An overweight, balding man stands behind the grill, wearing a “Kiss The Cook” apron and holding a metal spatula in his right hand. The man is looking down at the grill with tears rolling down his cheeks. Shaking his head, he sets the spatula down on the table of the grill, and and slowly starts to take off the apron. Behind him, there is a knock on the wooden door of the fence. The man quickly perks up, and wipes the tears from his eyes. Re-tying the knot in the back of the apron, the man walks over to the door. After a large sigh of relief, the man opens the door. What awaits him takes his breath away, as it’s MPW’s own Samuel and Clay, The Night Terrors. Even on a boiling hot day such as this, Samuel is still wearing his smeared makeup and black trench coat, and Clay is still wearing black pants and a skin tight black tee shirt. The man steps back, and starts to speak...***
Fat Man: Uh, can I help you?
Samuel[/u]: Yes, we’re here for the “Jim’s Super Awesome Fourth of July BBQ!!!”...[/color]
***Samuel pulls out a flyer from his front pocket, unfolds it, and presents it to the Fat Man. On the blue flyer are all of the standard pictures of summer, such as a grill, fireworks, and beers, and music notes run down the side. Headlining the page are the words “Jim’s Super awesome Fourth of July BBQ!!!”. The man looks down at the flyer and rubs his head...***
Clay[/u]: You going to let us in, or are we going to have come in anyway?[/color]
***The fat man looks up at Clay, and then Samuel, and lets out a big gulp before responding...***
Fat Man: Yeah, uh, sorry. Please, come in...
***The fat man quickly steps to the side, and both Clay and Samuel step by him. The fat man sticks his head out of the doorway, and looks to both side for more people, but slouches his shoulders when he sees nobody. He then closes the fence door, and turns back to his new quests, who stand in the middle of the yard, glaring at him. The fan man freezes with fear until Samuel starts to speak...***
Samuel[/u]: I’m assuming you’re Jim?[/color]
Jim: Yeah, and do I know you guys?
Samuel[/u]: I doubt it. We’re only here because we have a show in the cities tonight, and we were looking for a little bit of pre-show entertainment...[/color]
Jim: So are you guys in a band or something? Wait, you can play my party and then everybody will come over. Oh thank God! Where are your instruments?
Samuel[/u]: Appearances can be deceiving Jim. No, we’re not a band...[/color]
Jim: Oh, then why are you dressed like that? It’s ninety degrees out here, you must be sweating your asses off. So, seriously, who are you guys?
Samuel[/u]: My name is Samuel, and the big boy beside me is my brother Clay. Clay here had a “friend” he met a few years back in Detroit that lives around the block, and wanted to go for a visit before our show...[/color]
Jim: You’re not talking about Mrs. Davis over there in the yellow house, are you? You know she’s married with two kids...
Clay[/u]: Well, that would explain why it was such a loose fit this time.[/color]
***Jim lets out a snort of laughter, and shakes his head as though he can believe what he just heard. Jim stops laughing as Clay begins to glare at him. Jim, nervously, coughs and tries to change the subject...***
Jim: Okay, so you’re not here for me. Why did you show up to my party? It’s not like anybody else is going to show up, again. God you’re pathetic Jim.
Clay[/u]: Yeah, you’re right Jim.[/color]
Jim: Excuse me?
Clay[/u]: You heard me you fat son of a bitch, you’re right. You are without a doubt one of the most pathetic, wastes of space that has ever filled this earth. Kayla, or “Mrs. Davis” as you like to call her, told us all about you. How you’re a forty six year old virgin, who still works as a fry cook at McDonalds, and that you throw this party every single year because you are so desperate for a friend that you have to bribe people just to be around you. Well, that, and when nobody else shows up, you have a new excuse to have all of these cheeseburgers and hot dogs and who knows what else laying around. But instead of throwing it away, you eat every single bite of food out there, because you this someone, that will make you feel better.[/color]
Jim: HOW DARE YOU!!!
Clay[/u]: You hear the whispers from the neighbors each and every day as you head for work. “Look at that loser”, or “If he tries to talk to us, we’re busy”. People would rather lie than be around you. And if not for your grandmother feeling sorry for you before she died, you wouldn’t even have this house on that with that minimum wage job. I bet you if she could see you now, she would rather be dead than be around you either....[/color]
Jim: I’LL KILL YOU!!!
***Jim grabs the metal spatula and runs at Clay, who just smiles. Jim swings the spatula, but Clay grabs his wrist on the way down and starts to twist it, pushing Jim’s shoulder up and forcing him to gingerly step backward. Though due to Jim’s complete lack of any form of athleticism, he trips over his own feet, and falls to the grass. Instead of getting up, Jim buries his face into his hands and starts to cry...***[/i]
Clay[/u]: Like I said, pathetic....[/color]
***As Jim continues to cry, Samuel walks over Jim, and squats down beside him. Samuel leans right against the side of Jim’s face, and and starts to whisper...***[/i]
Samuel[/u]: You don’t really want to live this way, do you? Trying to bribe people just to get them to like you, when all they are ever going to do is put up with you when you’re around? Is this the life that you’ve always imagined for yourself Jim?[/color]
Jim: No, hell no...
Samuel[/u]: Because if I was you,I would probably just kill myself so I wouldn’t have to look in the mirror every morning...[/color]
Jim: What do you want with me? You two don’t know me, just leave me be. It’s not like I matter to you...
***Samuel grabs Jim’s hands, and looks into Jim’s eyes...***[/i]
Samuel[/u]: But you do matter Jim, you do...[/color]
***Samuel lets loose a sadistic smile, and stands up, and helps Jim to his feet at the same time...***[/i]
Samuel[/u]: You see, after my brother used and abused “Mrs. Davis” in that oh-so special way she likes it, she began to tell us all about you. And even with every new thought, and every miserable word she told us, I could only help think one thing. This woman is a judging, gossipy bitch. No offense Clay...[/color]
Clay[/u]: None taken. She’s just a good lay...[/color]
***Jim looks up and stops crying, and turns his head in confusion...***[/i]
Samuel[/u]: Look at me. I’m an ugly man. I wear this makeup on my face to show the world how I feel on the inside. Look at my brother. He’s nothing but a pure monster, and people avoid him out of fear. People see us and are filled with fear, because they don’t know how to react. They whisper nasty things to their friends, only because it’s easier to mock the unknown then to step into the darkness and meet ones fear. They are all slaves to their fear, and they fear you too Jim...[/color]
Jim: Fear me? Why?
Samuel[/u]: Because anybody with a lick of sense in their body knows that you are not the person you are pretending to be. They stare your way and see nothing but desperation and grief, and they don’t want anything to do with either of those. So instead of embracing their neighbor, who just doesn’t want to be lonely, they spread rumors. They create stories. They mock you night in and night out. To them, laughing at the joke named Jim is easier than looking at you as a man. We’re different though. When we look into your eyes, we can see the pain that fills your heart. We can see the yearning to be something greater than yourself. We can see the darkness in you...[/color]
Jim: The darkness?
Samuel[/u]: Yes, the darkness. Your true self, hiding in the shadows because you think that you have to. I want to help you, because looking into those eyes of yours, I can see something you rarely see in this world. Just like I saw in my brother’s eyes, or my own when I look into the mirror, I see a potential for greatness crafted by the cruel world around you. I can feel the power lying dormant inside of you, waiting for you to unlock the cage and release it. It is up to you, and only you, to become something that you can live with. It’s up to you to embrace the fear that every one of your neighbors, your co-workers, and all of those who mock you leave behind. Use it as motivation, as power, to do whatever it is you want to do in this life. Otherwise, when you’re still all alone, being placed six feet under by men who don’t even care that you ever existed, what’s your life going to matter? If you don’t embrace the darkness in yourself and in the world around you, then you have doomed yourself to being exactly what you don’t want to be. I’m not a nice person, and I certainly don’t help people. But take my words more serious than any you have heard before, and weigh them against those you have learned from your parents, your grandmother, even your “God”. You know deep down, that what I am telling you is worth it’s weight in gold, while all of the others, they are just words. Nothing more than words spoken to keep you in line. Believe in what I am saying to you, and you will soar higher than the eagles, and face greatness you only dreamed possible...[/color]
***Jim stares into Samuel’s eyes, and instantly he knows the power behind the words spoken by Samuel. Jim’s face slowly fades into a new face, one of clarity, and a certain weight having been lifted off of his shoulders...***
Jim: How do I do it? How do I embrace it?
Samuel[/u]: Every path is different Jim. What do you want out of life?[/color]
Jim: I don’t want to be alone, nor forgotten. I don’t want to be fat. I don’t want to be pathetic. I want to make people jealous. I want people to fear me not because i’m strange, but because I have power. I want so many things, I really don’t even know where to start...
Samuel[/u]: You are the only person who can make any of those happen. Stop stuffing your fat face with food that will kill you from the inside out. Stop reeking of desperation. Stop letting people walk on you. Because once you unlock that darkness, it will burn like a wildfire. Never look back, and embrace the fear. Become who you really are, whether through fear, violence, or pain, it does not matter. Just do it, and sacrifice whatever it takes to do it. In the end, the only fulfillment you get out of this short life is the type you create for yourself. You’re already better than those people out there that fear us Jim. Now it’s your time to show them...[/color]
***Jim looks at Clay and Samuel, and for the first time in his life, lets out a real smile. Jim turns around, and walks over to the sliding glass door of his house. He slides the door open, and rips off the apron he’s wearing, throwing it in the house. He then looks around and reaches inside. As he pulls his hands back outside, he is holding a wooden baseball bat. Jim looks down at the bat and smiles again, then turns back to The Night Terrors...***
Jim: Never much liked my neighbors. I think it’s time they knew that. Thank you Samuel, Clay...
***Jim walks over to the fence door, and lets himself out of yard, leaving the door wide open as he briskly walks to the left. Samuel and Clay walk over to a picnic table in the yard, and each take a seat. Clay reaches over and grabs a couple of beers out from one of the ice chests. Clay hands one to Samuel, and opens his own as Samuel does the same. Before they can drink, they hear glass shattering from outside the yard, which only causes them to laugh sadistically...***
Clay[/u]: I have to admit it, you have a gift for words....[/color]
***Both brothers take a drink of their beer. As they both put their cans back on the picnic table, Samuel’s face grows serious, and he starts talking...***
Samuel[/u]: Now that we’re done with that, we need to focus on our match tonight. Last week, we showed the world why The Night Terrors are a force more powerful than any before when we destroyed Real Steele. Tonight, we have to up the ante, because we are facing a “Savior” in Taufik, and a “Samurai” in Cross...[/color]
Clay[/u]: Come on, you can’t be worried. They couldn’t even beat Real Steele together. What makes you think they would ever stand a chance against us?[/color]
Samuel[/u]: I don’t think that Clay. But like everything in our lives, we’re not here to play. If we want MPW management to see that we are the only shot of taking the Tag Team Championships off of those frauds in Blaze and Baxter, then we have to show them what it means to be in the ring with The Night Terrors. We must destroy our opponents tonight, because anything else would not show the world our power. Anything else, and it would be a sin upon ourselves. Word is, Taufik and his “posse” are talking about how good he is in Tag Team action. I don’t care if this man thinks he’s the greatest wrestler in the world, he has never, and I mean never, come up against a power such as us. Tonight, he, and his “posse”, will know the truth. He is nothing compared to The Night Terrors, regardless of who is his partner...[/color]
Clay[/u]: I understand completely. And speaking of partners, I do wonder about their dynamic together. I mean, the trust you and I have for one another is unbreakable. You know I would sacrifice myself for you, and I know you’d do the same. Taufik is a warrior, as is Cross. But honestly, I would not be surprised if either man sees what we are doing to his partner, and rather than experiencing the pain and humiliation for himself, they just walk away from the match. They’ll be undone by their trust alone, and we’ll just look all the better for it...[/color]
Samuel[/u]: Things are changing in the MPW. A new power has arrived, and all those below us should fear it. If they don’t now, they will once they step up to the challenge of The Night Terrors. Taufik and Cross are just the next step up the ladder. Sooner or later, we will be sitting at the top, looking down at all the broken bodies we’ve left below, and showing the world just what it means to embrace the power of darkness. If I could feel pity for anyone, I’d feel it for “The Savior” and “The Samurai” tonight. Good thing monsters don’t feel pity, huh...[/color]
***From outside the yard, police sirens can be heard getting louder and louder as they pass by the yard and continue to the left. The sirens stop, and police officers can be heard slamming their car doors shut and yelling at someone...***
Police Officer (Off-Camera): DROP THE BAT AND GET YOUR HANDS UP!!! ........ Good, now turn around with your hands in the air! ....... Get down on your knees and put your hands behind your head, interlocking your fingers so we can see them! ….....
***Samuel and Clay look back at each other, and Samuel can’t help but smile. Clay has a confused look on his face, and asks Samuel a question...***
Clay[/u]: You’re happy about that brother? You could have told him to start slow...[/color]
Samuel[/u]: He truly lived more on this one day than in the forty six years before. Today he starts his path to the truth. He freed himself from the bonds of fear that he allowed to enslave him, and finally showed people who he really is. If I’m right about what I saw in him, that freedom of his mind and soul greatly outweigh the physical freedom he may have given up. You could even say, that after throwing a “Super Awesome Fourth of July BBQ” for years and years, he finally has reached his Independence Day...[/color]
Clay[/u]: I get what you’re saying, but that was corny as hell brother...[/color]
Samuel[/u]: Yes, yes it was. But it’s the truth, and that’s matters in this world. We better get out of here. It’s a two hour drive to the arena, and Takedown starts in three. Come one...[/color]
***Clay and Samuel stand up and go to leave, but Clay stops as he looks down...***
Clay[/u]: I’ll be there in just a minute...[/color]
***Samuel doesn’t even stop as he walks out of the gate and goes to the right, away from the chaos next door. Clay looks down at the ice chest by the picnic table labeled alcohol, and scoops it up under his right arm. A smile grows on Clay’s face as he continues to walk through the yard, until something catches his attention from the corner of his eye. Clay looks over, and sees the big box of fireworks Jim bought for the party. Clay’s smile grows wider as he walks over to it, scoops it up under his left arm, and walks out of the yard. Clay turns sideways to fit through the door with the box and ice chest in hand, and walks to the right as well. The MPW camera slowly fades to black...............***
- Jim Morrison of “The Doors”
***The MPW camera fades into a large, fenced in backyard of a large two story house. The bright sun shines down on the yard, unobstructed by clouds, and the yard is filled by the sounds of Toby Keith’s voice.. The perfect day for the perfect American to celebrate. The camera slowly pans to the left, and all sort of summer cliches are laying around the backyard. A basketball hoop on the patio, a box of fireworks against the house, three marked ice chests, and a large lit gas grill. An overweight, balding man stands behind the grill, wearing a “Kiss The Cook” apron and holding a metal spatula in his right hand. The man is looking down at the grill with tears rolling down his cheeks. Shaking his head, he sets the spatula down on the table of the grill, and and slowly starts to take off the apron. Behind him, there is a knock on the wooden door of the fence. The man quickly perks up, and wipes the tears from his eyes. Re-tying the knot in the back of the apron, the man walks over to the door. After a large sigh of relief, the man opens the door. What awaits him takes his breath away, as it’s MPW’s own Samuel and Clay, The Night Terrors. Even on a boiling hot day such as this, Samuel is still wearing his smeared makeup and black trench coat, and Clay is still wearing black pants and a skin tight black tee shirt. The man steps back, and starts to speak...***
Fat Man: Uh, can I help you?
Samuel[/u]: Yes, we’re here for the “Jim’s Super Awesome Fourth of July BBQ!!!”...[/color]
***Samuel pulls out a flyer from his front pocket, unfolds it, and presents it to the Fat Man. On the blue flyer are all of the standard pictures of summer, such as a grill, fireworks, and beers, and music notes run down the side. Headlining the page are the words “Jim’s Super awesome Fourth of July BBQ!!!”. The man looks down at the flyer and rubs his head...***
Clay[/u]: You going to let us in, or are we going to have come in anyway?[/color]
***The fat man looks up at Clay, and then Samuel, and lets out a big gulp before responding...***
Fat Man: Yeah, uh, sorry. Please, come in...
***The fat man quickly steps to the side, and both Clay and Samuel step by him. The fat man sticks his head out of the doorway, and looks to both side for more people, but slouches his shoulders when he sees nobody. He then closes the fence door, and turns back to his new quests, who stand in the middle of the yard, glaring at him. The fan man freezes with fear until Samuel starts to speak...***
Samuel[/u]: I’m assuming you’re Jim?[/color]
Jim: Yeah, and do I know you guys?
Samuel[/u]: I doubt it. We’re only here because we have a show in the cities tonight, and we were looking for a little bit of pre-show entertainment...[/color]
Jim: So are you guys in a band or something? Wait, you can play my party and then everybody will come over. Oh thank God! Where are your instruments?
Samuel[/u]: Appearances can be deceiving Jim. No, we’re not a band...[/color]
Jim: Oh, then why are you dressed like that? It’s ninety degrees out here, you must be sweating your asses off. So, seriously, who are you guys?
Samuel[/u]: My name is Samuel, and the big boy beside me is my brother Clay. Clay here had a “friend” he met a few years back in Detroit that lives around the block, and wanted to go for a visit before our show...[/color]
Jim: You’re not talking about Mrs. Davis over there in the yellow house, are you? You know she’s married with two kids...
Clay[/u]: Well, that would explain why it was such a loose fit this time.[/color]
***Jim lets out a snort of laughter, and shakes his head as though he can believe what he just heard. Jim stops laughing as Clay begins to glare at him. Jim, nervously, coughs and tries to change the subject...***
Jim: Okay, so you’re not here for me. Why did you show up to my party? It’s not like anybody else is going to show up, again. God you’re pathetic Jim.
Clay[/u]: Yeah, you’re right Jim.[/color]
Jim: Excuse me?
Clay[/u]: You heard me you fat son of a bitch, you’re right. You are without a doubt one of the most pathetic, wastes of space that has ever filled this earth. Kayla, or “Mrs. Davis” as you like to call her, told us all about you. How you’re a forty six year old virgin, who still works as a fry cook at McDonalds, and that you throw this party every single year because you are so desperate for a friend that you have to bribe people just to be around you. Well, that, and when nobody else shows up, you have a new excuse to have all of these cheeseburgers and hot dogs and who knows what else laying around. But instead of throwing it away, you eat every single bite of food out there, because you this someone, that will make you feel better.[/color]
Jim: HOW DARE YOU!!!
Clay[/u]: You hear the whispers from the neighbors each and every day as you head for work. “Look at that loser”, or “If he tries to talk to us, we’re busy”. People would rather lie than be around you. And if not for your grandmother feeling sorry for you before she died, you wouldn’t even have this house on that with that minimum wage job. I bet you if she could see you now, she would rather be dead than be around you either....[/color]
Jim: I’LL KILL YOU!!!
***Jim grabs the metal spatula and runs at Clay, who just smiles. Jim swings the spatula, but Clay grabs his wrist on the way down and starts to twist it, pushing Jim’s shoulder up and forcing him to gingerly step backward. Though due to Jim’s complete lack of any form of athleticism, he trips over his own feet, and falls to the grass. Instead of getting up, Jim buries his face into his hands and starts to cry...***[/i]
Clay[/u]: Like I said, pathetic....[/color]
***As Jim continues to cry, Samuel walks over Jim, and squats down beside him. Samuel leans right against the side of Jim’s face, and and starts to whisper...***[/i]
Samuel[/u]: You don’t really want to live this way, do you? Trying to bribe people just to get them to like you, when all they are ever going to do is put up with you when you’re around? Is this the life that you’ve always imagined for yourself Jim?[/color]
Jim: No, hell no...
Samuel[/u]: Because if I was you,I would probably just kill myself so I wouldn’t have to look in the mirror every morning...[/color]
Jim: What do you want with me? You two don’t know me, just leave me be. It’s not like I matter to you...
***Samuel grabs Jim’s hands, and looks into Jim’s eyes...***[/i]
Samuel[/u]: But you do matter Jim, you do...[/color]
***Samuel lets loose a sadistic smile, and stands up, and helps Jim to his feet at the same time...***[/i]
Samuel[/u]: You see, after my brother used and abused “Mrs. Davis” in that oh-so special way she likes it, she began to tell us all about you. And even with every new thought, and every miserable word she told us, I could only help think one thing. This woman is a judging, gossipy bitch. No offense Clay...[/color]
Clay[/u]: None taken. She’s just a good lay...[/color]
***Jim looks up and stops crying, and turns his head in confusion...***[/i]
Samuel[/u]: Look at me. I’m an ugly man. I wear this makeup on my face to show the world how I feel on the inside. Look at my brother. He’s nothing but a pure monster, and people avoid him out of fear. People see us and are filled with fear, because they don’t know how to react. They whisper nasty things to their friends, only because it’s easier to mock the unknown then to step into the darkness and meet ones fear. They are all slaves to their fear, and they fear you too Jim...[/color]
Jim: Fear me? Why?
Samuel[/u]: Because anybody with a lick of sense in their body knows that you are not the person you are pretending to be. They stare your way and see nothing but desperation and grief, and they don’t want anything to do with either of those. So instead of embracing their neighbor, who just doesn’t want to be lonely, they spread rumors. They create stories. They mock you night in and night out. To them, laughing at the joke named Jim is easier than looking at you as a man. We’re different though. When we look into your eyes, we can see the pain that fills your heart. We can see the yearning to be something greater than yourself. We can see the darkness in you...[/color]
Jim: The darkness?
Samuel[/u]: Yes, the darkness. Your true self, hiding in the shadows because you think that you have to. I want to help you, because looking into those eyes of yours, I can see something you rarely see in this world. Just like I saw in my brother’s eyes, or my own when I look into the mirror, I see a potential for greatness crafted by the cruel world around you. I can feel the power lying dormant inside of you, waiting for you to unlock the cage and release it. It is up to you, and only you, to become something that you can live with. It’s up to you to embrace the fear that every one of your neighbors, your co-workers, and all of those who mock you leave behind. Use it as motivation, as power, to do whatever it is you want to do in this life. Otherwise, when you’re still all alone, being placed six feet under by men who don’t even care that you ever existed, what’s your life going to matter? If you don’t embrace the darkness in yourself and in the world around you, then you have doomed yourself to being exactly what you don’t want to be. I’m not a nice person, and I certainly don’t help people. But take my words more serious than any you have heard before, and weigh them against those you have learned from your parents, your grandmother, even your “God”. You know deep down, that what I am telling you is worth it’s weight in gold, while all of the others, they are just words. Nothing more than words spoken to keep you in line. Believe in what I am saying to you, and you will soar higher than the eagles, and face greatness you only dreamed possible...[/color]
***Jim stares into Samuel’s eyes, and instantly he knows the power behind the words spoken by Samuel. Jim’s face slowly fades into a new face, one of clarity, and a certain weight having been lifted off of his shoulders...***
Jim: How do I do it? How do I embrace it?
Samuel[/u]: Every path is different Jim. What do you want out of life?[/color]
Jim: I don’t want to be alone, nor forgotten. I don’t want to be fat. I don’t want to be pathetic. I want to make people jealous. I want people to fear me not because i’m strange, but because I have power. I want so many things, I really don’t even know where to start...
Samuel[/u]: You are the only person who can make any of those happen. Stop stuffing your fat face with food that will kill you from the inside out. Stop reeking of desperation. Stop letting people walk on you. Because once you unlock that darkness, it will burn like a wildfire. Never look back, and embrace the fear. Become who you really are, whether through fear, violence, or pain, it does not matter. Just do it, and sacrifice whatever it takes to do it. In the end, the only fulfillment you get out of this short life is the type you create for yourself. You’re already better than those people out there that fear us Jim. Now it’s your time to show them...[/color]
***Jim looks at Clay and Samuel, and for the first time in his life, lets out a real smile. Jim turns around, and walks over to the sliding glass door of his house. He slides the door open, and rips off the apron he’s wearing, throwing it in the house. He then looks around and reaches inside. As he pulls his hands back outside, he is holding a wooden baseball bat. Jim looks down at the bat and smiles again, then turns back to The Night Terrors...***
Jim: Never much liked my neighbors. I think it’s time they knew that. Thank you Samuel, Clay...
***Jim walks over to the fence door, and lets himself out of yard, leaving the door wide open as he briskly walks to the left. Samuel and Clay walk over to a picnic table in the yard, and each take a seat. Clay reaches over and grabs a couple of beers out from one of the ice chests. Clay hands one to Samuel, and opens his own as Samuel does the same. Before they can drink, they hear glass shattering from outside the yard, which only causes them to laugh sadistically...***
Clay[/u]: I have to admit it, you have a gift for words....[/color]
***Both brothers take a drink of their beer. As they both put their cans back on the picnic table, Samuel’s face grows serious, and he starts talking...***
Samuel[/u]: Now that we’re done with that, we need to focus on our match tonight. Last week, we showed the world why The Night Terrors are a force more powerful than any before when we destroyed Real Steele. Tonight, we have to up the ante, because we are facing a “Savior” in Taufik, and a “Samurai” in Cross...[/color]
Clay[/u]: Come on, you can’t be worried. They couldn’t even beat Real Steele together. What makes you think they would ever stand a chance against us?[/color]
Samuel[/u]: I don’t think that Clay. But like everything in our lives, we’re not here to play. If we want MPW management to see that we are the only shot of taking the Tag Team Championships off of those frauds in Blaze and Baxter, then we have to show them what it means to be in the ring with The Night Terrors. We must destroy our opponents tonight, because anything else would not show the world our power. Anything else, and it would be a sin upon ourselves. Word is, Taufik and his “posse” are talking about how good he is in Tag Team action. I don’t care if this man thinks he’s the greatest wrestler in the world, he has never, and I mean never, come up against a power such as us. Tonight, he, and his “posse”, will know the truth. He is nothing compared to The Night Terrors, regardless of who is his partner...[/color]
Clay[/u]: I understand completely. And speaking of partners, I do wonder about their dynamic together. I mean, the trust you and I have for one another is unbreakable. You know I would sacrifice myself for you, and I know you’d do the same. Taufik is a warrior, as is Cross. But honestly, I would not be surprised if either man sees what we are doing to his partner, and rather than experiencing the pain and humiliation for himself, they just walk away from the match. They’ll be undone by their trust alone, and we’ll just look all the better for it...[/color]
Samuel[/u]: Things are changing in the MPW. A new power has arrived, and all those below us should fear it. If they don’t now, they will once they step up to the challenge of The Night Terrors. Taufik and Cross are just the next step up the ladder. Sooner or later, we will be sitting at the top, looking down at all the broken bodies we’ve left below, and showing the world just what it means to embrace the power of darkness. If I could feel pity for anyone, I’d feel it for “The Savior” and “The Samurai” tonight. Good thing monsters don’t feel pity, huh...[/color]
***From outside the yard, police sirens can be heard getting louder and louder as they pass by the yard and continue to the left. The sirens stop, and police officers can be heard slamming their car doors shut and yelling at someone...***
Police Officer (Off-Camera): DROP THE BAT AND GET YOUR HANDS UP!!! ........ Good, now turn around with your hands in the air! ....... Get down on your knees and put your hands behind your head, interlocking your fingers so we can see them! ….....
***Samuel and Clay look back at each other, and Samuel can’t help but smile. Clay has a confused look on his face, and asks Samuel a question...***
Clay[/u]: You’re happy about that brother? You could have told him to start slow...[/color]
Samuel[/u]: He truly lived more on this one day than in the forty six years before. Today he starts his path to the truth. He freed himself from the bonds of fear that he allowed to enslave him, and finally showed people who he really is. If I’m right about what I saw in him, that freedom of his mind and soul greatly outweigh the physical freedom he may have given up. You could even say, that after throwing a “Super Awesome Fourth of July BBQ” for years and years, he finally has reached his Independence Day...[/color]
Clay[/u]: I get what you’re saying, but that was corny as hell brother...[/color]
Samuel[/u]: Yes, yes it was. But it’s the truth, and that’s matters in this world. We better get out of here. It’s a two hour drive to the arena, and Takedown starts in three. Come one...[/color]
***Clay and Samuel stand up and go to leave, but Clay stops as he looks down...***
Clay[/u]: I’ll be there in just a minute...[/color]
***Samuel doesn’t even stop as he walks out of the gate and goes to the right, away from the chaos next door. Clay looks down at the ice chest by the picnic table labeled alcohol, and scoops it up under his right arm. A smile grows on Clay’s face as he continues to walk through the yard, until something catches his attention from the corner of his eye. Clay looks over, and sees the big box of fireworks Jim bought for the party. Clay’s smile grows wider as he walks over to it, scoops it up under his left arm, and walks out of the yard. Clay turns sideways to fit through the door with the box and ice chest in hand, and walks to the right as well. The MPW camera slowly fades to black...............***
