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| Tweet Topic Started: Nov 11 2007, 01:33 PM (54 Views) | |
| Spann | Nov 11 2007, 01:33 PM Post #1 |
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I'm just a soldier. I'm not worthy.
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The scene opens with a shot of a ringing cellular phone. The ringtone is clearly Fightstar's song "Waste a Moment", so it is no surprise when Jay Bain should pick up the phone. He examines the caller ID screen, and not recognising the number, answers, slightly cautiously. JB: Jay Bain here. NA *On Phone*: Jay, hi. Nick Allen here. What do you want, Allen? I'm a little bit busy at the moment. The camera pans round to show a paused SvR08 on Bain's flat screen TV, then back to him NA: Oh, nothing really. I was just ringing to ask you a couple of things about this match coming up. JB: Such as...? NA: Oh, you know. Typical tag partner'y things. Who's going to be focusing on who, tagging strategies, How to get me out of this mad spanish prison I've managed to find myself in... Bain's bored looking face is suddenly soaked red with rage. he stands, throwing his Xbox controller across the room. He is just about to launch into a violent tirade of steaming verbal murder, but calms himself with a couple of deep, slow breaths. Obviously, any patience he may have developed with Allen is being very sorely tested indeed. He slowly sits back down, and very quietly, but very sternly, continues talking to Nick. JB: What did you say? Throughout Nick's explanation, the camera stays focused on Bain's face, tracking his change in emotions. NA: Yeah. Well after last weeks match I went out for a couple of drinks, which I like to do, as you know. Well, i found this fantastic little place where they served this stuff that tasted like piss, but it goes straight ta' yer 'ead. Anyway, I made a couple of friends there, din't I? these two lads in Xtreme Kitten and Daisuke Tshirts spotted me, and wouldn't bloody leave me alone. Felt like I was in Busted or one of them other pop bands or something, these guys swarmin' all round me. Pretty funny, actually, they were all stood there talking Brazilian or whatever, so all I could hear was (Allen now does his best South American accent, which turns out to be not a whole lot different to his worst South American accent. In fact, an untrained listener would not be able to tell the difference.) "Ey! El hiblee hablee wiblee eblay ay ah NIIIIIIIIICK AAAAAALLEEEEEEENNNN-AH!" Allen begins laughing uncontrollably, partly at his frankly brilliant impression, and partly at the memory of the event. It's a loud, unrefined guffaw, that apart from being unbearably loud, can also become quite annoying rather quickly. JB: Allen, I don't have time for this. Just tell me what you did so I can speak to somebody about getting you out. NA: Well, somebody is a misery pants today. This is my only phonecall 'n' all, you know? Surely it means something that I respect you enough to ring you instead of someone frivolous like the British Consulate or my family? Allen is keen to stress the word 'respect', after all his and Bain's issues regarding this, frankly, rather delicate issue. JB: Alright, fair point. What happened then? NA: Oh yeah. well, these guys were really nice, and kept on buying me drinks. Like seriously, I didn't spend a single potato, or whatever they're called here. Bain cringes at Allen's continuous ignorance of other cultures and places NA: So by the time we have to leave, I'm munted. Like, properly Brahms. Now, things are a little bit blank from here on in, but I can remember some very annoyed looking Puetro Ricans, a sombrero, some more annoyed looking Puerto Ricans, a bloke shouting very loudly in a language I didn't understand (The look on Bain's face says "It was probably English, you moron."), and a pair of cowboy boots. Not entirely sure quite what did happen, but I woke up this morning in a cell here, in these orange overalls, with a mouth like a camel's arse. Because none of these fellas here speak English, which I think is a bit unfair if they're going to have British people staying here, I can't find out what I've done, what I have to do to get out, or anything like that. Plus, if I'm honest, the only reason I didn't ring someone else is because my brain's a bit shot at the moment, and I've still got your number written on my hand. Anyway, if you could sort something out, that'd be quite nice. The bloke next to me's a big fucker and he keeps looking at me, licking his lips and grinning. JB: Alright, whereabouts is this place? are you just in a holding cell or are you actually in a prison? NA: I don't pissing know, do I? All I know is I'm stuck 'ere! JB: Well, I can't help you if you don't know where you are, what you've done, or what do to help you, can I? NA:(Clearly losing his temper) Listen here, you complete and utter fuBZZZZZZZZZZZ....... Allen's voice is quickly replaced with the dull buzz of the dial tone, signalling the unexpected termination of the call. Bain throws the phone onto the cushion next to him, and scratches his head JB: Why is it always me? Bain stands, and storms out of the room, slamming the door behind him. Fade. |
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| 100% Jay Bain | Nov 13 2007, 03:30 PM Post #2 |
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--- Sometime later, about 2 hours ----- Now we see Jay Bain driving what looks like a hired car, an old Ford Focus to be exact, stopped in traffic and Jay is talking away but we can only see him? Jay: look Nick it was part of the prison guards terms, they would only let you go if you was heavily restrained. Then the camera pans to the back seats and low and behold there is Nick Allen, in a restraining jacket and with a face grate, he looks like he was a stunt doubl in silence of the lambs. He looks in pain as he tries to speak and move but there isn’t much room, it’s a very small car after all. Nick: Mphh Jay: Nick let me take this advantage to speak without you interrupting, right we have two Rejects this week and we need to be a team and work together for the win. Phyllis is….odd to say the least; he is a vampire who isn’t affected by sunlight and likes to wrestle for a living…when he isn’t living? And Gabriel well I have said this a few times but… Jay leans over the seat and looks Nick Allen right in his Millwall loving eyes. Jay: He is a Shithead! And that’s all I have to say about him. Jay then turns around just in time to see the car in front driving away. Jay begins to follow by putting his foot down to catch up for no apparent reason. Jay: Nick you beat me last week and I can respect that, I hope you give me a rematch someday too. I can respect you do what you do for your family but that said I don’t respect the way you carry yourself I mean common had to just get you out of a Puerto Rican Prison for fuck sake. I am not gonna lecture you on your way of life but common just think about it a little. This week is simple, just quick tags in and out and work together as a team, we can do that and who knows maybe we will be good at beating them down to dust. Maybe gold is in our future? Who knows this company is an odd place. Suddenly the two are stuck in traffic again so Jay leans over the seat to keep talking. Nick Allen is wide eyed with one eyebrow raised staring at Jay. Jay: look as soon as I see a pub I will let you out of your restraints and buy one drink, sorry I cannot afford anymore than that I am trying to save some cash up and I owe money. Jay drops his head over the stress of money and he nervously runs both his hands through his hair in manic fashion. Sighs then drives off following the traffic to an unknown destination to us. Scene ends |
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