Post by Nemesis on Feb 28, 2017 18:16:32 GMT -5
Scene I of II – “Face Your Destructor…”
The scene opens in the hallways backstage at the Sprint Center in Kansas City, Missouri, the location of Union Battleground’s upcoming L!GHTS OUT event. The camera moves erratically until finally catching up with Union Battleground reporter Savannah Skye who seems to be looking frantically for something, as if she’s lost her first born, opening door after door, searching each room after room, up and down, side to side. After unsuccessfully finding whatever she is seeking out, she closes the final door and turns around with her hands on her hips, clearly frustrated, but noticeably holding a microphone with the Union Battleground insignia on it.
Savannah is at her finest, wearing black, open toed high heels, a black skirt that is sexy yet, not overly revealing as it cuts off mid thigh, her hair is up, make up done to the tee and she is wearing various gold bracelets on both wrists, creating a light jingle every time she fixes her hair or in this case, shifts them to her hips out of frustration. From behind, fidgeting with a jar is Union Battleground color commentator “Diamond” Dick Thrasher.
“Whatcha got there Dick?”, Savannah asks as she notices Dick passing by still fidgeting
“This freakin’ jar of pickles…”, Dick says still strictly focused on the fight at hand with the jar
Out of her overall frustration, Savannah snatches the jar out of his hands and opens it with not even the slightest effort.
“There ya go Dick…not even gonna ask why a grown man is walking backstage in an arena with a jar of pickles…let alone when it’s not even the night of the event and it should be empty here besides maybe the ring crew and arena staff…”, Savannah says sarcastically
Dick, after shaking off the amazement of this tiny woman opening the jar he struggled ever so mightily with, looks her up and down, then towards the camera.
“I’m not even going to ask why you’re all done up with a cameraman in a supposedly ‘empty’ arena”, Dick responds obviously not noticing the mic in her hand
“Um…I’m trying to get an exclusive Dick”, Savannah says holding up the mic and pointing at it
“I got your exclusive Dick right here!”, Dick says as he begins to reach for his zipper after using his armpit to get a firm grip on the pickle jar
“Dick! Don’t make me call Human Resources again!”, Savannah proclaims as she tries to shield her face from any possible sight that Dick may have in store for her
Suddenly, we hear a crash even further down the hallway Savannah had given up on checking, she quickly waves the camera to follow her as she picks up her pace, just then, she sees a visibly frightened, pale and lanky teenager whose wearing some old beat up sneakers, khaki pants and a black golf shirt with the Sprint Center emblem on it’s left breast, obviously a staff member of the arena for tomorrow night’s L!GHTS OUT event.
“You okay kid?”, Savannah asks concerned for the teenager’s well being
“N-n-no…I didn’t sign up for this…I was just supposed to scan t-t-t-tickets for tomorrow night b-b-but they asked me to come in and do some extra clean up…”, The teenager says stumbling and fumbling over his words
“Okay, okay, calm down…what happened?”, Savannah says trying to get a hold of the situation and to the bottom of it
“I saw…him…it…whatever that thing is…”, The teenager responds still visibly shaken
“Him? Whose him?”, Savannah asks out of confusion
“HIM!”, The teenager says assertively pointing to Nemesis on a poster behind Savannah on the wall
“Where is he?!?”, Savannah asks getting visibly excited forgetting how distraught this teenager is suffering
“He’s..he’s…he’s in there!”, The teenager exclaims pointing towards the boiler room that is at the very end of the hallway as we fade to a commercial break
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