Post by Deleted on Oct 17, 2011 20:49:50 GMT -5
Elliot Justice, wrestling scout, voice recording: I failed. I failed! I failed! I failed! *Sound of punching wood*
[ Headlights penetrated the blanketing darkness as a humming motor and four tires rolled through a corner, leaving behind a trail of exhaust smoke. Inside, Liara Cure. Huddled up in a dark blue Navy hoodie and medically aided by some stitches and a bandage on the top right side of her skull, as a result of a blindsided lead pipe shot, she glared out the window as her ride approached Elliot Justice’s mansion gates.
Beside her was the man that had volunteered to be her driver, Francis Cole. With a NY Yankees hat on his head, wore backwards, he leaned back into his seat and stirred with one arm. A look of boredom on his face as he chewed on some gum.
The beating and the bopping of some rap music played and the heat system warmed them up as the car stopped in front of the large black gate. ]
Elliot Justice, wrestling scout, voice recording: Thousands of dollars down the drain, spent on clowns who had no clue what they were doing! Thousands more gone just like that because of the dip in my strong reputation as a result of this whole disaster! And Devin… I don’t even know what to say to her. I didn’t mean to hit her but… I did. And I have to apologize.
[ The gates slowly opened, a loud screech as they pulled apart. Francis looked over at Liara with curious eyes. It didn’t feel right to him. Liara simply looked ahead, anger raging in her eyes. Francis took that as a signal and stepped on the gas, moving closer to the millionaire wrestling scouts tall, wide mansion.
The car passed bushes cut and shaped as wrestlers wrestling, as wrestlers posing, as wrestlers winning… The car passed a fountain that brought the tender sound of water hitting water into the scene. It was lighted and a stone carved championship belt was on top of the fountain, just above where the water flowed. The car passed a huge front yard, filled with beautifully cared for grass, stone pathways and “KEEP OFF THE GRASS” signs. As their eyes looked over all these things, they finally came to a small parking space.
Francis moved in to park, right in the center, two whole spots from the two exotic sports cars in the end left and end right slots. ]
Elliot Justice, wrestling scout, voice recording: I had a message sent to her, asking her to meet me soon. From what I heard from the boy that handed her the letter, she’s not in good shape. I didn’t want to apology for my actions over the phone and I wanted to see what condition my newest client was in. And I wanted to see Emma again.
[ The cars engine stopped. Francis looked to his left. ]
Francis: Those are some damn nice cars, man. Couldn’t even park beside ‘em, it wouldn’t be right. This piece of **** not even in they league.
Liara!: I’m going in.
[ Francis’ eyes returned to her and he nodded. ]
Francis: You sure you don’t want me to go in there with you? Look what he already did to you, nawi’msayin’?
[ Francis brushed his thumb over the bandage on Liara’s head. Through their travels their friendship had grown exceedingly. He now cared about her wellbeing and not just her money or potential fame.
He still thought she was crazy, but the good kind. The kind that leads to excellence, not the insane asylum.
His arm moved away as she opened her door and stepped out. She looked into the car once again before slamming it shut. ]
Liara!: I’m sure. Watch after Emma, please.
[ Emma. He had forgotten she was sitting there a few inches above the gear shift. He looked down at her and sighed. He was in for a long night. As he turned on the radio once more, the scene cuts to Liara as she made her way up some stone stairs, toward a large brown double door. ]
Liara!, voice recording: The match became… chaotic. People were coming in front all directions and the referee seemed as lost and confused as the rest of us. And in that confusion I was hit, hard, twice, in the head. And as much as I would like to take comfort in using that as an excuse for why I failed my queen… I can’t. The sick feeling in my stomach will not go away, no matter how many times I tell myself that it wasn’t my fault. The guilt and feeling of disappointment that swims in my head won’t drain away, no matter how many times I say it was his or hers fault. In my head, no matter what, I failed. And it makes me so mad…
[ Liara knocked on the large door three times and waited. Two bright lights on the corners of the door shined down upon her, casting a long shadow behind her. ]
Liara, voice recording: Emma… I’m so sorry. I let you down. I let my fans down. I let our… I let everyone down. I’m surprised that you still talk to me. But even in my failings you tell me that everything is alright, that you still love me… Your unconditional love and trust is what made me get out of bed this morning. Despite the cut on my head, the black eye and the aching head. You are why I march on, Emma.
[ The doors swung open with a loud creek. A butler appeared behind them, bald in a tux and a little brown mustache. He smiled upon Liara’s sight. ]
The Butler: Ah yes, miss Cure. Your arrival has been awaited. Right this way.
[ The butler took off down the long hallway and Liara followed. On the walls, behind the plants, were paintings of wrestlers. Wrestlers that Elliot Justice financially supported. Wrestlers that Elliot Justice made champions, winners and even legends. ]
Liara, voice recording: I was requested to meet somebody tonight, my queen. The very man that made ALL of this possible. The match itself and the cut on my forehead. Mister Justice. You remember him, don’t you my queen? You remember that night we had diner with him, the night that he called his friends in IWS management and said “Sign Devin Cure. She’s the next big thing in professional wrestling.” You remember the way he looked at you, right? The way his eyes couldn’t stay off of you? Exactly… You won’t be joining me, beautiful. I cannot risk you being around somebody like Mister Justice, somebody without any control over who he hurts. You will wait for me and I will settle everything. I promise. Muah.
[ The walk seemed to take forever. Every step Liara’s tennis shoes took on the purple carpet seemed to get her nowhere closer to the end of the hallway. Finally, they reach the ending. Only for bad news.
The butler stopped and turned around. He gestured to his right, at a fleet of stairs. ]
The Butler: Right this way miss Cure. You’ll find sir Justice at the end of the hall, through the glass door and then the back room.
[ Despite her sore legs, Liara marched past the butler and up the stairs. The railing was so soft to the touch. Once at the top, she walked down another hallway. This hallway was decorated with trophy cases. Title belts, metals, contracts and plaques filled these glass displays marvelously.
At the end of the winners hallway was a glass door and glass wall. Liara could see inside and could see that Elliot Justice wasn’t inside. She pulled open the glass door and stepped inside. The room was incredibly cold, almost as cold as the windy air outside. File cabinets, a desks, computers and few tables decorated this tidy room.
Liara passed everything up and approached a black door toward the square corner. As she stopped in front of it to knock, a camera in the left corner of the door angled itself at her. She stopped mid-knock and looked up. As the camera caught a good glimpse of her, the door opened. The sound of locks unlocking was heard behind the heavy door.
Liara walked in and there saw Elliot swiftly returning to his desk. Once he was behind it he turned toward Liara and welcomed her. ]
Elliot Justice: Ah, Liara! Welcome back to my home! Would you like anything?
[ Liara eyed the smiling man down as she approached his desk. There was no happiness in her bruised face. ]
Liara!: Answers.
Elliot Justice: Ah. Right. Please, sit.
[ The two sat down in front of each other. There was a silence. Clock was ticking. Elliot put his hands together and looked at Liara. Her hair was messy and her face was natural, no make up over his blacked eye or bruised jaw. Liara looked back. Elliot had on the most expensive of white suits, with a pink flower at the chest. His blond hair was spiked up toward the center. His eyes, filled with concern, looked up at her forehead. Then back down to her green eyes. ]
Elliot Justice: How is it?
[ Liara quickly replied. ]
Liara!: Sure. Why did you do it?
Elliot Justice: It was clearly an accident. The guy in a turban moved and I had too much momentum to stop myself. I’m --
Liara! No, I meant why were you in the ring in the first place? You aren’t a wrestler.
[ Elliot poured himself a glass of water. He took a drink and looked away. Then back at Liara.
In a quieted voice he responded. ]
Elliot Justice: I was trying to make sure you won. To help you out, ya know?
Liara!: I didn’t need help! Not against those two idiots! They were far too wrapped up in other matters to defeat me!
Elliot Justice: Right. But there’s never too much certainty.
Liara!: uh, there is when too much certainty leads to me losing and being busted in the skull!
[ Elliot put his cup down and looked at Liara, visually frustrated. ]
Elliot Justice: Look I’m sorry! I am. I just did what I thought was best and it blew up in my face. I get that. I called you and.. Wait, here’s Emma?
[ Liara crossed her arms and glared at her agent. ]
Liara!: Not here.
Elliot Justice: Oh… Pity. Anyway. I called you here to tell you that I’m sorry and to start a better partnership between the two of us. I can lead to greatness, Devin. Don’t let my recent mistake fool you.
[ Elliot reach down into his desk and pulled out a piece of paper. He looked it over real quick and then began to speak again. ]
Elliot Justice: Excellent. You’re in a tag team match at Hallowicked.
Liara!: Who with, you, “partner?” Or one of your ski mask wearing buddies?
[ Elliot reach the piece of paper to Liara. She grabbed it and scanned it over. ]
Liara!: Josie Pleasure? Even better.
Elliot Justice: Yeah, yeah. Vs. Angel Love and Mary Jane. The winner will be in a match for the Amazon championship at Seasons Beatings. Now listen. This match… it might seem random, it might seem pointless… but take it very seriously. Out shine these whores in this match that are on IWS shows all the time, doing this or that with he or she. They don’t need this. You do. You need this to make a name for yourself here. You need this to make an impact.
[ Liara finished looking it over and laid it down. She crossed her arms again and looked at Elliot. ]
Liara!: You don’t have to worry about me taking anything seriously. I’ll have my game face on and I will do whatever it takes to make sure it’s me and Josie Pleasure wrestling at Season’s Beatings in the title match. YOU make sure you do nothing more to hinder my chances. I’ve already got a stitched up skull to deal with, I don’t need anymore of your “insurance policies.” Okay?
Elliot Justice: Yeah, sure, okay. Just win, Devin. I’ll have everything you need to know about all of them, everything, sent to you, first thing in the morning. You’ll know where Mary Jane’s birthmarks are, where Angel Love’s weak points are and the referees middle name. I’ll do all of that. You go home, rest up and be ready at Hallowicked.
[ Liara looked at Elliot for a few seconds, trying to determine what to make of this. And finally she smiled. The idea of getting some well needed rest was so appealing to her. She reach her hand out and the two shook on it.]
Elliot Justice: Wonderful. Absolutely wonderful. Now you head home and be safe! Everything will be in your mailbox, first thing in the morning.
[ Liara nodded and took her leave. She began the long venture back to her ride. Through the glass door room, down the winner’s hallway, down the stairs, down the portrait hallways… ]
Liara!, voice recording: Angel Love… Mary Jane… I don’t know either of you, and nether of you know me or my partner Joise. We all have different motives to win our match at Hallowicked and we all have different strategies to make victory happen. The bottom line is two of us will go on to compete for the title that we are all here for at Seasons Beatings and two of us won’t. Now… surely you two were not too preoccupied to have seen what happened to ME, at Injection. I was humiliated. I was embarrassed. And I was a failure in front of my queen, my beautiful Emma.
Let me tell you ladies something. That will not happen again, that CANNOT HAPPEN AGAIN. I don’t care who you women are, what you’ve did or what you want to do, you WILL NOT take this opportunity from me, you WILL NOT make me a failure again. I’ll scratch and claw my way through all three of you if I have to, I’ll scratch and claw through every masked goon or terrorist in the building if I have to, at Hallowicked, LIARA CURE WILL NOT FAIL.
[ As Liara exited the large mansion and approached Francis’ dark blue car, we saw a sleeping Francis in the front seat. When Liara opened the passenger side door and got in, he awoke and looked around, dazed. Once he realized she was back, when she reach out and took Emma from him, he turned the key in the ignition and rubbed his eyes. ]
Francis: Let’s get goin’.
[ The scene faded to black as he pulled out of the driveway. ]