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| Tweet Topic Started: Mar 16 2005, 07:54 AM (59 Views) | |
| Tiff | Mar 16 2005, 07:54 AM Post #1 |
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Scene opens on Sam, blinking as someone flashes a pen light in one of her eyes. The camera pulls back and we see head trainer Daryl Adams is in charge of the offending light. Sam: Will you fucking stop that?! I’m fine! Daryl: It doesn’t look like she has any bleeding in there, but treat her like she has a concussion. Just as we start to wonder who he is talking to Kevin comes into view standing a bit behind Sam. Kevin: So keep her awake tonight? Daryl: Don’t let her sleep for more than an hour at a time. Kevin: Well, I’ll be sure to tell Bill. Keeping her up all night is his job, not mine. Sam is fed up with being talked about like she’s not there so she decides to stand up, which doesn’t go so well for her. She gets to her feet and stands there for long enough to look dazed before her knees go out and Kevin catches her. Daryl: No driving either, take her keys. Kevin holds up a set of keys to signal that he already has them. Sam is looking a bit green by this time. Sam: Put me down! I’m going to be sick! Daryl produces a bucket seemingly out of nowhere and places it near Sam, just as Kevin sets her on the floor. Mark Deveraux picks this moment to show up, he sorta flows into the room, like all good gay men on the prowl. Mark: Hi there I’m…Is she going to puke! Mark quickly turns away from the slumped over Sam. She dry heaves a few times but manages to not throw up. Kevin: She should be okay. Sam: I’m fine! Sam yells this then puts one hand on her head, Mark turns around and faces Kevin and extends one of his hands. Mark: I’m Mark Deveraux, you’re Kevin…uhh…I don’t know your last name. Kevin takes Marks hand and shakes it. Kevin: That’s because only Sam and her family know my last name. I’d rather everyone that watches not know it. I don’t want them able to find me when I leave, stuff like that. Mark: Good thinking. Daryl: You need to get her back to the hotel, she needs to lie down, just make sure she doesn’t sleep. Kevin nods at the kind man and thanks him, he then grabs one of Sam’s arms and looks at Mark. Kevin: Would you mind helping me out here? I promise she wont throw up on you. Mark: Sure. Mark bends down and gets Sam’s other arm, between the two of them Sam’s feet are just brushing the ground. She just lets her head flop to one side and lean on Kevin’s shoulder. Kevin: I’ve got to get her back to the hotel and I don’t know where Bill is. Would you mind going back to the hotel with me? Mark smiles and nods. Mark: Not a problem..it's better than a closet... Kevin: Huh? Mark: Nothing, nothing at all. Kevin makes a scrunchie face but he isn’t sure what he heard and doesn’t want to jump to conclusions so he says nothing about that last comment. Kevin: Okay, just come with me and try to not shake her. Sam: I’m fine! Kevin: If you were fine you’d be fighting me. Sam sighs but says nothing else, she lets Kevin and Mark carry her out to her car, they manage to get her in the back seat with a bag in her lap incase she get sick. Kevin gets in the driver seat and Mark hops in the passenger side. The cameraman stays because there was no more room for him. We are left to wonder what happens with the boys and Sam. Fade. |
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| Minister Wighty | Mar 16 2005, 07:17 PM Post #2 |
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But not for long. Bill soon steps into the room, shrugging off a pair of guards. BK: I'm halfway across the fucking building, she's safe, now get offa me! Bill glares at them both, then sits down. BK: I have a head wound. Daryl: What a coincidence, I've got a degree in medicine. We should go out for cocktails. BK: Cut the crap, Dr. Cox, and stitch me up or something. Daryl: All right, fine, have a seat. Bill sits where his lover just was (of course, not to his knowledge) and the good doctor looks him over. As soon as Bill is seated, Tier makes his presence known and speaks. Tier: I saw your fight. Nice. BK: Yeah, perfect. I lost to an out-of-shape ball of lard. Tier: I was talking about the one you had in Madison's office. BK: Oh, that. Yeah, can't wait till I'm suspended for it. Tier: She usually just fined me, and what I did was much worse than what you did. Bill makes the unenthused noise of celebration through mumbling lips as the doc finishes his checkup. Daryl: Looks like you're gonna be OK. It's not a deep cut, just one that's bleeding like crazy. Be careful when you wash your hair, that'll sting somethin' feirce. Bill glares at his doctor. BK: Are you sure you're trained for this? Daryl shrugs and Bill gets up, shaking his head. Tier puts his arm around Bill and leads him out to the hallway. Tier: So, did you enjoy beating on that despicable wench? Bill stops short before answering, surprised by his thoughts. BK: Yeah. It felt like... like a-- Tier: Release? Bill and Tier exchange a glance and then turn their eyes back to their path. Tier: You're learning, Bill. Learning the mental, the psychological side of your training. Physically you should have taken Brighty down; you proved that. But you didn't have it up here. Tier taps his head. BK: But I wanted it. I wanted to make that asshole submit. Tier: No you didn't. Not really. It was an idea, a thought, a dream... but to actualize anything, that dream must become an institution. BK: You're quoting old movies again. Tier: I tend to do that. Bill, what I'm saying is that you're not doing what you want to do. You're too busy trying to please everyone else; the fans, your peers, Sam, me... too busy wrapped up in what everyone else wants for Bill and not focusing on what's truly important. BK: Hm. Bill squints, rolling this concept over in his brain. Tier: So tell me, what does Bill want right now? BK: I want Brighty. I want to punish him. Tier: And you'll get it. Madison has made the mistake of assuming that Brighty will attack Sam like an animal, when she and I both know there are only two animals in this little world of hers, and one is locked out. Tell Sam that Brighty is yours. She's fond enough of you to oblige. Bill smiles at this. BK: Y'know what, Scott? You're right. I'm gonna head back to the hotel. See you tomorrow? Tier nods, and Bill responds in kind, leaving down the hallway as the scene fades. |
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