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| Tweet Topic Started: Mar 4 2005, 12:41 PM (67 Views) | |
| Lita Maivia | Mar 4 2005, 12:41 PM Post #1 |
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Our scene opens up in the corridors of the Palacio de los Deportes. We spot Kennedy, bag over her shoulder, making her way towards us. A security guard spots her and greets her as she walks by. Guard: Buena suerte martes. Kennedy flashes him a friendly smile. Kennedy: Gracias, señor. After dazzling us with all the Spanish she speaks (ha ha), Kennedy reaches her locker room door. Turning the knob, she pushes her way into the dimly lit room, the camera following in behind her. Well, do you expect them to leave the lights running constantly in all the rooms? Kennedy crosses to the other side of the room, dropping her keys onto the table before flipping on a small lamp near the couch. She spins around and immediately jumps backwards, tripping on the couch and falling onto it as a gasp escapes her lips. The camera spins around, finding the source of her fear in the form of Swytch. The Ultimate Endurance Champion is seated on the floor, directly behind where the door opens. Swytch: Good afternoon, Kennedy. With his head hanging down, his eyes are cast on the carpeted floor. Swytch inhales a sharp breath, holding it for a few seconds then lets it hiss out between his teeth. He cocks his head and tilts it back slightly to look at the fearful Kennedy. Swytch: Did I startle you? You're not surprised to see me, are you? Kennedy tries to speak but her first attempts leave her uttering shorts breaths. Kennedy: Wh-what are you doing in here? A wicked grin tickles Swytch's lips as he watches Kennedy stammer her words. His red eyes look over her, from her twitching leg to her trembling hand to her quivering lip. Swytch: I just came by to see an old friend. Is that so wrong? Kennedy's face contorts, either in confusion or disgust (take your pick), as she keeps her eyes fixated on the dangerous man before her. Kennedy: See me why? Swytch's grin begins to twitch and spasm as he giggles. He pushes off the floor, pulling his feet under himself into a crouch. Swytch: We've been spending so much time together lately. I thought it would be nice to pay my...friend...a visit. Kennedy, eyes never leaving Swytch, slowly pulls herself up into a standing position. Somehow she feels less vulnerable this way, but that doesn't stop her nervous eyes from jolting between the door and Swytch. Kennedy: I-I-I don't know what you're talking about. We just had a couple matches together. That's all there is. Her eyes give another glance towards the door, wondering if she would be able to make it out and to the security guard. Swytch: You can try, but you won't make it. Rising from his crouched position, Swytch's eyes glance toward the door then back at Kennedy. His grin no longer present as he focuses in on Kennedy. Swytch steps forward, Kennedy takes a step back. They play that game again, then Swytch stops. Swytch: A couple of matches together? That hurts me, Kennedy. It cuts me, so very deep. We've been through so much together. You've been linked to me since the night I showed up here. Kennedy: Since the night you tried to hack my throat? Yeah, I remember. And the night you attacked me because Madison showed some sense in proclaiming you too screwed up to challenge for the Dual Crown? Or the night you attacked me because you're not happy with your inability to prove you deserve the Dual Crown? Or any other night you've tried to use me to make a name for yourself? Whoa. That's a little bold of Kennedy given the predicament she's currently in. Regardless, she's showing some guts. Then again, how does she expect to beat Swytch if she doesn't stand up to him? Shame her exterior isn't as brave as her attitude. Swytch's eyes narrow, his red orbs peeking through the slits of his eyelids. He opens them as the corner of his mouth curls upward into a smile. Swytch: You blame me for attacking you? Don't be ridiculous. Don't you see the connection, Kennedy? Who brought me here? It wasn't Tier. Who stripped me of the Dual Crown contendership that I RIGHTFULLY earned? Who booked the ridiculous tag team match three weeks ago? And who put you in the match for that bullshit title? I have no quarrel with you, not now. Kennedy: Then go play Dark Shadows with Madison and get away from me. Swytch shakes his head, mostly because Kennedy doesn't seem to get it. Swytch: Playing by her rules. My hands are tied... for now. Madison and I will find time to play soon enough. Kennedy chews on that, figuratively, not literally. Still she doesn't seem to quite grasp what this has to do with Swytch being in her locker room, taunting her of days past. Kennedy: Playing… by her rules? I hardly think she'd take kindly to you being in here right now. Kennedy didn't buy that anymore than she doubted Swytch did. But hey, it was worth a shot one way or the other. Swytch: Kennedy, Kennedy, Kennedy. You should know me by now. If I wanted to...hurt...you, I'd have done it looooong ago. That sick grin returns to Swytch's lips. Sick only in the fact that he's grinning. He cocks his head slightly, looking at Kennedy. Swytch: If MADison really cared whether or not I was in here, she'd wouldn't bother putting you in the ring with me. But I've gone on far too long. If you want the scraps of metal and leather so bad, I'll retrieve them and give them to you. As for the match... just because I don't want that mockery of a "title" does NOT mean I won't abide by it's rules. Knock out, or submission, Kennedy. It'll be one or the other. What you endure is in your hands. Kennedy, ironically, feels herself ease at his words. It is true, if Swytch wanted to hurt her she would've known it for sure one way or the other. Kennedy: You think I want your title? That's not why I asked for this match. And yes, you heard me right. I asked for this match. I'll admit it, I'm scared of you right now. Everyone's scared of you. When you're creeping and crawling in the shadows. When you're muttering your insanities in the dark. But just like everyone else, out in that ring… when the lights come on… who's scared of you, Swytch? Who cowers from you out there? I won't be any different. You can whisper your warnings and smile with glee right now but guess what? I've held the one thing you want. I've done what you can't. I'm not scared of you, Swytch. Kennedy shrugs, finally harden her expression to match her words. Kennedy: You're beneath me. Swytch: Beneath you? How so? Because you've been given EVERYTHING when I've been denied? When have I had a fair shake, Kennedy? TELL ME!! The sudden explosion of anger startles Kennedy, mostly from the yelling in the small confines of the locker room. Swytch: I had to EARN my shot twice against your ex-lover. Then I was SCREWED by him with a STEEL FUCKING CHAIR!! Tell me how I'm beneath you? Swytch walks up to Kennedy, getting a little too close for her comfort. His hot breath seethes through his teeth, tainting Kennedy's innocent face. Swytch: When the lights come on, Kennedy, they're ALL afraid of me. Who is willing to step up to me? NOBODY! For months, MONTHS, I've been calling them out; Chris Maclay, Carlos Kane, Silent Rage, Fozzy McQueen, Jim O'Brien. When I knock on the door, Kennedy, they're too scared to answer. Kennedy backs away from Swytch, moving around to put the coffee table between her and Swytch, the divider giving Kennedy her confidence back. Kennedy: Want a history lesson, Swytch? I was stalked by a psycho two months into my career here. I made it all the way to the finals of a tournament for contendership only for the GM to cancel it and give himself the spot. A month later I'm given my chance in a steel cage, only to be caught by a psycho and screwed out of the title. Two months of fighting earned me a second opportunity, in the form of another steel cage. You know how that one ended? The psycho's manager caught me. Screwed again. Then I'm side-tracked by a Russian bitch who thought I was trying to upstage her. Five months later… Five. Months. I clawed my way back up to TAKE what I wanted. Kennedy stares Swytch into his red orbs, shaking her head. Kennedy: I haven't been handed anything. *shrugs* So what do you know? Birds of a feather, aren't we? Swytch's eyes shrink with his grin spreading. Swytch: Psycho? You make it sound like he was someone else. Maclay, Wiggum... psycho. All the same, aren't they. Taking what you want, Kennedy? It sounds like you got what you wanted. As for finally getting the Dual Crown... How long did you go through that match before bending the rules in your favor? Swytch shakes his head at Kennedy as if she were a child who had sone something wrong. Swytch: Birds of a feather you say. Maybe so, Kennedy. There is one glaring difference. All that fighting and clawing you've done, it got you your chance. All the fighting and clawing I've done? I jerk the curtain and have a phony championship pawned off on me. So don't act like you know where I'm coming from. Kennedy actually smiles at Swytch. Kennedy: Nope. Don't know where you're coming from Swytch. You see, I never wanted to be a florist. Kennedy makes sure to get the condescending tone laced throughout her last comment. It is what she's all about, after all. If she can't instill fear into Swytch, she might as well piss him off in hopes of knocking him off his game. Swytch: Florist. Cute. Swytch turns his back and walks back to the door. He reaches for the door knob, turning it slowly and pulling the door open a crack. He stops, turning to look back at Kennedy. Swytch: Trying to piss me off won't get you anywhere. I'm crazy, Kennedy... I'm not stupid. Swytch pulls the door all the way open, the bright light and cool air from the hall spill into the tense atmosphere of Kennedy's locker room. He steps into the corridor, not bothering to close the door behind himself. Kennedy releases the breath she didn't even know she was holding in as she drops onto the edge of the couch. Her cool exterior deteriorating with our picture… err, I mean, the picture fades out. |
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