Post by Dick Devereaux on Feb 14, 2017 20:56:50 GMT -5
SCENE 1
[The smell of hot eggs, bacon, and toast fill the air as the scene cuts open on the same all-night diner in which Sakaguchi Kyoshi and Justin King were seated. As the camera pans around the small diner we can see Kyoshi and King finishing up their meals and paying the bill before exiting the diner. A man seated in the booth behind them has a newspaper held up to block his face from view. As the two exit the diner we can see from the window the two step into the limousine before it pulls off out of view. The camera turns back at their table as the server comes over to clean up the mess and collect her tip. The newspaper slowly drops as we can see the face and bald head of Dick Devereaux seated in the booth with a smile on his face. Dick drops the newspaper and signals to the server at Kyoshi and King's table.]
DICK DEVEREAUX: Check!
[As the server walks away to get Devereaux's check we can see him pull a small glass bottle of Jack Daniels before pouring a small amount into his coffee cup. He takes a gulp as he lets out a sigh of relief and sits back with a maniacal smile on his face. The server returns with the check and lays it on the table. Dick lifts it up and looks down at it before his eyes widen.]
DICK DEVEREAUX: Twenty bucks for a cup of coffee and a Goddamn sandwich?! The sandwich sucked and the coffee tasted like hot shit!
[Dick pulls out his wallet as he shakes his head. He drops a twenty dollar bill on the table without a tip as he downs the rest of his coffee and stands up from the booth. He walks over to the door before opening it and exiting into the cold February night. The scene begins to fade as Dick disappears into the darkness of the night pondering over what he overheard between Kyoshi and King.]
SCENE 2
[The scene reopens in the darkness again as we see a few streetlights lighting up a park. We can hear the sound of water pouring as the camera attempts to find the reason for the sound. As the camera turns we can see the back of Dick Devereaux standing in front of a elegant fountain. As the water continues to pour we can see that Dick is taking a piss break as his urine flows into the crystal clear water of the fountain. Dick zips up his pants before letting out a deep sigh as he turns around to face the camera.]
DICK DEVEREAUX: It seems to me that the Butcher has found his place in the Battleground. I stepped foot into this place and have yet to be defeated. We have made it to the Semi Finals of the Union Battleground Championship Tournament, but unlike my opponent this round... I actually EARNED my spot in this match!
[Dick begins walking towards a park bench as he speaks. We can see he is dressed in a pair of distressed and ripped jeans along with a plain black hoodie. Dick places his hands in his hoodie pocket as he continues walking and speaking.]
DICK DEVEREAUX: You see, Sakaguchi Kyoshi was beaten and eliminated from this tournament in the opening round. Yet due to an injury he was granted a second chance to gain what we're all after, the Union Battleground Championship. Kyoshi, you have taken the fortunate opportunity and ran with it. Last week you beat a legendary name in MDK. But you barely walked away with that win. I on the other hand have been running rampant through each opponent put in front of me. I have yet to be beaten, you've already lost. Get the picture here?
[He comes to the bench and hops up onto it before sitting on the back rest with his feet on the seat. Dick pulls out a crushed pack of Camel Crush's as he looks inside for his lighter and a cigarette. Dick places the unlit cigarette between his fingers as he continues twirling it around as he speaks.]
DICK DEVEREAUX: Now what you don't know is that I'm not a blind man Kyoshi. You thought you were alone with Justin King when he slid you those brass knuckles and that white powder. But I was sitting right behind you listening to every word and watching closely. You see Kyoshi, I know you're scared. Scared of disappointing everyone back in Japan. I know you're terrified of going back home with nothing but a handful of losses under a single win. See, I've dealt with guys like you man. Guys that come straight out of wrestling school and think they can hang at the top with guys like me. You haven't payed your dues man. You haven't earned a spot in this tournament. And I'll be DAMNED if I lose a chance at becoming a World Champion to a rookie with a lucky streak.
[Beginning to get annoyed, Devereaux squeezes the filter popping the mint capsule and releasing the mint flavor into the filter of the cigarette. He pops it into his mouth before lighting it up with a cheap yellow Bic lighter. He takes a deep drag before letting the toxic smoke ooze from his mouth slowly. Dick nods his head as he looks at the cancer stick. He continues while staring at the lit cigarette.]
DICK DEVEREAUX: The odds are stacked against you anyways Kyoshi. You're Five foot Eight, I'm Six foot Two and I've got nearly Fifty pounds over you. Not only do I have the size advantage I've got the experience to back it up. This is your rookie year, I've been going strong for years. You've got a lot to learn about these ropes man and unfortunately you're stepping into the ring with a man who could care less about beating the dog piss out of you and sending you packing with a "FUCK YOU"! This is the year of the Butcher not the year of the Rookie. You can train your little ass off and prepare for the fight of your life, but I guarantee that when you slip up just once I'll be there to capitalize and destroy.
[Dick takes another hit from the cigarette as he stands up from the bench. He flicks the ash off the tip of the cigarette before taking another hit and flicking it into the fountain. It lands and a small sizzle is heard as Dick blows the smoke out of his mouth and brushes his jacket off. He looks at the camera with a smug look on his face as he finishes.]
DICK DEVEREAUX: Enjoy the time you've had so far with the win. Celebrate with Justin King and cherish your parents telling you how proud they are of your success. Because after you step in the ring with me this week... you'll be walking away an absolute loser at the bottom of the barrel where you fucking belong while I walk into the finals of the tournament and take what rightfully belongs to me... The Union Battleground Championship!
[And with that Dick crumbles the empty cigarette pack and tosses it towards the trashcan. It misses and Dick shrugs as he pulls the hood over his head and begins to walk off towards the darkness again. The scene begins to fade as Dick gets farther and farther away, eventually becoming just a small figure before disappearing completely and cutting the scene to black.]
