Post by The Pac on Feb 4, 2013 14:04:47 GMT -5
"Be miserable. Or motivate yourself. Whatever has to be done, it's always your choice." - Wayne Dyer
"Well. This is a bit different. Under normal circumstances it is The Devil Himself that causes a person to wind up in a pickle...not himself. But, alas, this is where we stand this very day. Although The Devil Himself has proved himself more than capable of holding his own...The powers-that-be have dealt a cruel fate to The Devil Himself at Saint Valentine's Day Massacre. This is not the way that things are supposed to go. Not at all. It was by The Devil's own decision that this predicament has arisen...The Devil Himself just might have to get himself out of his very own pickle."
Our scene opens up with a nice, serene look at the skyline of the rural Clarkesville, Tennessee. Contrary to what you have been told before, Clarkesville is a nice, quiet small town filled with people who tend to mind their own business. Sitting on the outskirts of Clarkesville sits an aged, but rather lavish manor. Two stories, Antebellum-style surround porch on both stories, Fraser Firs and Pitch Pine trees fill the extensive yard lining the simple dirt driveway...It really is a simple place seemingly trapped in time. It is beautiful. Our scene slowly fades to the interior of the lavish manor where we now see antique looking furniture...chairs, a piano, exotic rugs, and many other collectibles fill each and every room. Off in a back room is none other than The Devil Himself Dante Daevain and Sir David the Retarded Barbed-Wire Wrapped Midget munching on a Taco. Dante is simply lounging in a black leather Lay-z-Boy recliner watching some television. Contrary to the norm, Dante is seen sporting a pair of his Italian leather shoes, some black jeans, a comfortable black button-down shirt, and a black beret turned backwards. Off to one corner of the room is Sir David who seems happy in his own little world coloring on the walls...he calls it crayon-ing. Dante seems to have a bit on his mind as he sighs heavily and rubs his eyes with his left pointer and thumb. Dante is muttering to himself.
Dante: "Really? A tag team match...Really??"
Dante sighs heavily once again.
"This has got to be some sort of sick joke. Sick joke, I say!"
Dante looks upwards with a sour look.
"You're sick. Twisted!"
Dante sits up in his recliner, frustrated. Dante shakes his head a couple of times as he puts his left hand on his chin, trying to think...
"Okay, okay! Dante, this is not a big deal...You have dealt with much worse. Think, Dante...You know people. Lots of people..."
Dante sits in silence for a few moments as we can hear Sir David scribbling on the walls. After a few moments Dante begins to talk to himself once again.
"Okay...Let's just go down the list. You are making this much harder than it has to be...Think!...Okay..Well...There is Digger. He could help - no...No. There was that golf course incident..."
~~~~~Dante has a flashback to a golf course in Florida....~~~~~
Steele: Yea, so my question is do you have my back?
::GraveDigger steps back from his ball to address the question.::
GraveDigger: Bro. We've been through a lot in our time. Tag matches, war games, prank wars...radio shows. Pac-4-Life. If things get nasty and you need some back up, I definitely got your back.
Steele: Good...so whats the rest of the boys been up to?
::GraveDigger takes his time to converse a bit as there are no other players on the golf course.::
GraveDigger: Not a clue, really. I know Marcus has gone back to his DJ job. No telling what happened to Ricks and last I heard Demon was totally out....Oh and David (GraveDigger chuckles)...well David is...right behind you.
Steele: (turns and sees David) Ah! crap, man you should put a bell around him or something!
::GraveDigger laughs.::
GraveDigger: Ha! That would spoil all the fun though.
~~~~~Skipping just a bit...~~~~~
::Steele pulls out a receipt from a strip club showing that he had charged ten thousand dollars for a party.::
::GraveDigger takes the receipt and is infuriated.::
GraveDigger (getting erratic and throwing his club across the course...): What the hell?!? Ten grand?! What the hell?!? Dude I'm gonna kill your brother! He's finished!! He's gonna meet his....
::GraveDigger suddenly falls to the ground, unconscious, after getting hit in the back of the head with a golf ball.::
Steele: (kneels beside Digger) Yo, Digg, you okay?? (Steele shakes his body) Come on man. (There is no response from GraveDigger.) Ah shit...(Steele checks for a pulse not finding one.)
::Steele looks all around to see exactly what happened as he looks off into the distance where the tee was. Steele sees two men, one dressed in an off-white silk suit and the other in a black silk suit. Steele pulls out his cell phone to call for help as he checks the lifeless body of GraveDigger once again, still not finding any signs of life....::
~~~~~Dante ends his flashback...~~~~~
Dante chuckles a tiny bit as he remembers on fond times...
Dante: "Well...Okay..Uhmm...A-ha!! Wait..Marc...no. He got electrocuted..."
~~~~~Dante remembers another flashback...~~~~~
::Marcus, not paying attention to the shaking disco ball above his head, continues to DJ and reaches over to his nearby drink and takes a sip. Dante eyes Marcus. As the train still passes a scream from the crowd can be heard. A finger is seen pointing upwards towards the disco ball as it continues to shake violently. Without any more warning the disco ball breaks off of its fixture and falls right onto the head of Marcus LaBruz, shattering into many pieces. More screams come from the crowd as Marcus LaBruz has a glazed over look in his eyes before falling forward and onto his equipment with his drink still in hand. The impact and mixture of his drink immediately causes his equipment to spark and malfunction. With Marcus knocked out from the impact of the disco ball, the sparks begin to pop up all over his equipment, eventually beginning to electrocute Marcus. Club goer's start to panic in a frenzy and begin to scatter all over as Marcus' body begins to twitch and convulse from the sheer horrifying amount of electricity now flowing through his body. All of the equipment surrounding his body now erupts into sparks, adding to the ungodly scene of Marcus LaBruz getting electrocuted.::
~~~~~The memory fades...~~~~~
Dante shakes his head with a bit of a shameful look on his face...
Dante: "This is just a tad bit harder than I thought it would be..."
Dante now gets up from his recliner and begins to pace the floor. Seeing this, Sir David gets up and waddles over to Dante and paces right behind him. Dante pays him no mind.
Dante: "There has got to be someone still around..."
Dante snaps his fingers as he tries to think, then suddenly his face widens with a thought...
Dante: "I could go and get...no..He retired some time ago. Not a chance...Damn it!"
Dante and David pace the floor in front of the recliner..back and forth...back and forth...Until, suddenly, Dante has another thought...
Dante: "JaRek! Yea-no...That was an unfortunate accident..."
Sir David stops his pacing and begins to jump up and down wildly with his little arm raised in the air as high as he can get it....
~~~~~Dante recalls that rainy night in Jersey...~~~~~
JaRek:
Words are what I have had to use to cover up other words that have harmed others, but I'm sick of hiding wounds that won't go away. Words are the only thing people will have for me after I'm gone. They will speak of me without a care in the world...
He lifts the gun to his head yet again...
Click.
JaRek places the gun back upon the end-table carefully and looks into the darkness on the other side of the table calmly as a shadowy figure approaches the table. Unable to identify the figure, the camera pans back to take in what is happening...
Reaching and taking the .357 from the end-table, the shadowy figure reveals an off-white glove. As the mysterious hand grips the hand-stock and lifts the gun to aim the barrel at JaRek, JaRek calmly looks back into the camera and speaks...
JaRek:
It's a slow fade when you give yourself away. Even my actions have brought about about this pitiful ending. (with a smile) How the more detestable it is that my final action in this life was making a deal with the devil himself!
He laughs ominously when suddenly a bustle of footsteps are heard at the stairwell and someone speaks aloud...
Jesse Ricks:
Jay! I came over to pick up the clothes you told me that I had forgotten. Just wanted to let you know that...
Jesse reaches the base of the stairs to see the shadowy figure pointing the .357 point blank at her ex-husband.
Jesse Ricks (w/ voice trembling in sudden fear): Wha... What is going on here?!
And now he ends...
With a smirk.
A tear.
A shot.
BAM!
Jesse shrieks in sheer as the camera turns away after seeing the gory display of violence as the body drops from the chair, spilling gray matter onto the floor.
~~~~~The flashback ends with Dante smiling again...~~~~~
Dante: "Oops...Well what about...nope...He drove himself clear off a cliff..."
~~~~~Dante recalls one last fond memory...~~~~~
Steele - Shut up and listen..Next time you see Dante tell him everything is in place and to proceed as he wants.
Richard- Anything else?
Steele - Yeah, the chicks name is Emily and remember that you are married before doing anything stupid.
Richard - Yeah, yeah..oh and the Ridgeline, I think something
is wrong with it...
Steele - I'll have it checked out when I get back to Nashville.
::Steele presses the button ending the call as he pulls onto a bridge. All of a sudden what appears to be a black dog darts out into the middle of the road. Steele swerves to the right and crashes through the side of the bridge sending him and his truck plummeting to the river below. The camera then cuts to a view from a traffic camera on the bridge being viewed from a computer screen in a dimly lit room. The camera pans around to show Dante Daevain watching the screen with a smile as the scene fades to black...::
~~~~~Dante's flashbacks end...~~~~~
By now David has gotten himself a normal sized chair and climbed into it, still jumping up and down wilding with arm raised..now screaming...
Sir David: TaCcco!! PizzA bIg sUpEr! tACo tAcO mac!!
Dante continues to pace, ignoring Sir David.
Sir David: SupEr pIzZA taco TACO mAC!! pIck mE!!
Dante stops dead in his tracks... With wide eyes, Dante turns sharply around to face Sir David...
Dante: "What. In. The. Hell?!?"
Dante walks over to Sir David.
Dante: "Come again??"
David is silent as he stares up at Dante from the chair. Dante gets aggrivated...
Dante: "Say that again!"
Sir David remains silent. Enraged, Dante picks Sir David up by his shirt collar and pins him against the nearest wall at eye level.
Dante: "Damn it, you little minuscule menace! Say that again! Say it!!"
David continues his silence with a perplexed look on his face...
Dante: "Ahhh!! You irritating miniature beast of burden!! I know you said something! Quit screwing around with my head!!"
David continues to look perplexed before he speaks again...
Sir David: Taco. BiG piZza MaC mac suPer!
Dante stares at Sir David and sighs...
Dante: "You are right. When you put it that way, how can I resist?"
Dante gently puts David down onto the ground and brushes off his shirt. Dante has a bit of a sour look on his face and sighs one last time while he looks down at David with seemingly no other choice...
"Well. This is a bit different. Under normal circumstances it is The Devil Himself that causes a person to wind up in a pickle...not himself. But, alas, this is where we stand this very day. Although The Devil Himself has proved himself more than capable of holding his own...The powers-that-be have dealt a cruel fate to The Devil Himself at Saint Valentine's Day Massacre. This is not the way that things are supposed to go. Not at all. It was by The Devil's own decision that this predicament has arisen...The Devil Himself just might have to get himself out of his very own pickle."
Our scene opens up with a nice, serene look at the skyline of the rural Clarkesville, Tennessee. Contrary to what you have been told before, Clarkesville is a nice, quiet small town filled with people who tend to mind their own business. Sitting on the outskirts of Clarkesville sits an aged, but rather lavish manor. Two stories, Antebellum-style surround porch on both stories, Fraser Firs and Pitch Pine trees fill the extensive yard lining the simple dirt driveway...It really is a simple place seemingly trapped in time. It is beautiful. Our scene slowly fades to the interior of the lavish manor where we now see antique looking furniture...chairs, a piano, exotic rugs, and many other collectibles fill each and every room. Off in a back room is none other than The Devil Himself Dante Daevain and Sir David the Retarded Barbed-Wire Wrapped Midget munching on a Taco. Dante is simply lounging in a black leather Lay-z-Boy recliner watching some television. Contrary to the norm, Dante is seen sporting a pair of his Italian leather shoes, some black jeans, a comfortable black button-down shirt, and a black beret turned backwards. Off to one corner of the room is Sir David who seems happy in his own little world coloring on the walls...he calls it crayon-ing. Dante seems to have a bit on his mind as he sighs heavily and rubs his eyes with his left pointer and thumb. Dante is muttering to himself.
Dante: "Really? A tag team match...Really??"
Dante sighs heavily once again.
"This has got to be some sort of sick joke. Sick joke, I say!"
Dante looks upwards with a sour look.
"You're sick. Twisted!"
Dante sits up in his recliner, frustrated. Dante shakes his head a couple of times as he puts his left hand on his chin, trying to think...
"Okay, okay! Dante, this is not a big deal...You have dealt with much worse. Think, Dante...You know people. Lots of people..."
Dante sits in silence for a few moments as we can hear Sir David scribbling on the walls. After a few moments Dante begins to talk to himself once again.
"Okay...Let's just go down the list. You are making this much harder than it has to be...Think!...Okay..Well...There is Digger. He could help - no...No. There was that golf course incident..."
~~~~~Dante has a flashback to a golf course in Florida....~~~~~
Steele: Yea, so my question is do you have my back?
::GraveDigger steps back from his ball to address the question.::
GraveDigger: Bro. We've been through a lot in our time. Tag matches, war games, prank wars...radio shows. Pac-4-Life. If things get nasty and you need some back up, I definitely got your back.
Steele: Good...so whats the rest of the boys been up to?
::GraveDigger takes his time to converse a bit as there are no other players on the golf course.::
GraveDigger: Not a clue, really. I know Marcus has gone back to his DJ job. No telling what happened to Ricks and last I heard Demon was totally out....Oh and David (GraveDigger chuckles)...well David is...right behind you.
Steele: (turns and sees David) Ah! crap, man you should put a bell around him or something!
::GraveDigger laughs.::
GraveDigger: Ha! That would spoil all the fun though.
~~~~~Skipping just a bit...~~~~~
::Steele pulls out a receipt from a strip club showing that he had charged ten thousand dollars for a party.::
::GraveDigger takes the receipt and is infuriated.::
GraveDigger (getting erratic and throwing his club across the course...): What the hell?!? Ten grand?! What the hell?!? Dude I'm gonna kill your brother! He's finished!! He's gonna meet his....
::GraveDigger suddenly falls to the ground, unconscious, after getting hit in the back of the head with a golf ball.::
Steele: (kneels beside Digger) Yo, Digg, you okay?? (Steele shakes his body) Come on man. (There is no response from GraveDigger.) Ah shit...(Steele checks for a pulse not finding one.)
::Steele looks all around to see exactly what happened as he looks off into the distance where the tee was. Steele sees two men, one dressed in an off-white silk suit and the other in a black silk suit. Steele pulls out his cell phone to call for help as he checks the lifeless body of GraveDigger once again, still not finding any signs of life....::
~~~~~Dante ends his flashback...~~~~~
Dante chuckles a tiny bit as he remembers on fond times...
Dante: "Well...Okay..Uhmm...A-ha!! Wait..Marc...no. He got electrocuted..."
~~~~~Dante remembers another flashback...~~~~~
::Marcus, not paying attention to the shaking disco ball above his head, continues to DJ and reaches over to his nearby drink and takes a sip. Dante eyes Marcus. As the train still passes a scream from the crowd can be heard. A finger is seen pointing upwards towards the disco ball as it continues to shake violently. Without any more warning the disco ball breaks off of its fixture and falls right onto the head of Marcus LaBruz, shattering into many pieces. More screams come from the crowd as Marcus LaBruz has a glazed over look in his eyes before falling forward and onto his equipment with his drink still in hand. The impact and mixture of his drink immediately causes his equipment to spark and malfunction. With Marcus knocked out from the impact of the disco ball, the sparks begin to pop up all over his equipment, eventually beginning to electrocute Marcus. Club goer's start to panic in a frenzy and begin to scatter all over as Marcus' body begins to twitch and convulse from the sheer horrifying amount of electricity now flowing through his body. All of the equipment surrounding his body now erupts into sparks, adding to the ungodly scene of Marcus LaBruz getting electrocuted.::
~~~~~The memory fades...~~~~~
Dante shakes his head with a bit of a shameful look on his face...
Dante: "This is just a tad bit harder than I thought it would be..."
Dante now gets up from his recliner and begins to pace the floor. Seeing this, Sir David gets up and waddles over to Dante and paces right behind him. Dante pays him no mind.
Dante: "There has got to be someone still around..."
Dante snaps his fingers as he tries to think, then suddenly his face widens with a thought...
Dante: "I could go and get...no..He retired some time ago. Not a chance...Damn it!"
Dante and David pace the floor in front of the recliner..back and forth...back and forth...Until, suddenly, Dante has another thought...
Dante: "JaRek! Yea-no...That was an unfortunate accident..."
Sir David stops his pacing and begins to jump up and down wildly with his little arm raised in the air as high as he can get it....
~~~~~Dante recalls that rainy night in Jersey...~~~~~
JaRek:
Words are what I have had to use to cover up other words that have harmed others, but I'm sick of hiding wounds that won't go away. Words are the only thing people will have for me after I'm gone. They will speak of me without a care in the world...
He lifts the gun to his head yet again...
Click.
JaRek places the gun back upon the end-table carefully and looks into the darkness on the other side of the table calmly as a shadowy figure approaches the table. Unable to identify the figure, the camera pans back to take in what is happening...
Reaching and taking the .357 from the end-table, the shadowy figure reveals an off-white glove. As the mysterious hand grips the hand-stock and lifts the gun to aim the barrel at JaRek, JaRek calmly looks back into the camera and speaks...
JaRek:
It's a slow fade when you give yourself away. Even my actions have brought about about this pitiful ending. (with a smile) How the more detestable it is that my final action in this life was making a deal with the devil himself!
He laughs ominously when suddenly a bustle of footsteps are heard at the stairwell and someone speaks aloud...
Jesse Ricks:
Jay! I came over to pick up the clothes you told me that I had forgotten. Just wanted to let you know that...
Jesse reaches the base of the stairs to see the shadowy figure pointing the .357 point blank at her ex-husband.
Jesse Ricks (w/ voice trembling in sudden fear): Wha... What is going on here?!
And now he ends...
With a smirk.
A tear.
A shot.
BAM!
Jesse shrieks in sheer as the camera turns away after seeing the gory display of violence as the body drops from the chair, spilling gray matter onto the floor.
~~~~~The flashback ends with Dante smiling again...~~~~~
Dante: "Oops...Well what about...nope...He drove himself clear off a cliff..."
~~~~~Dante recalls one last fond memory...~~~~~
Steele - Shut up and listen..Next time you see Dante tell him everything is in place and to proceed as he wants.
Richard- Anything else?
Steele - Yeah, the chicks name is Emily and remember that you are married before doing anything stupid.
Richard - Yeah, yeah..oh and the Ridgeline, I think something
is wrong with it...
Steele - I'll have it checked out when I get back to Nashville.
::Steele presses the button ending the call as he pulls onto a bridge. All of a sudden what appears to be a black dog darts out into the middle of the road. Steele swerves to the right and crashes through the side of the bridge sending him and his truck plummeting to the river below. The camera then cuts to a view from a traffic camera on the bridge being viewed from a computer screen in a dimly lit room. The camera pans around to show Dante Daevain watching the screen with a smile as the scene fades to black...::
~~~~~Dante's flashbacks end...~~~~~
By now David has gotten himself a normal sized chair and climbed into it, still jumping up and down wilding with arm raised..now screaming...
Sir David: TaCcco!! PizzA bIg sUpEr! tACo tAcO mac!!
Dante continues to pace, ignoring Sir David.
Sir David: SupEr pIzZA taco TACO mAC!! pIck mE!!
Dante stops dead in his tracks... With wide eyes, Dante turns sharply around to face Sir David...
Dante: "What. In. The. Hell?!?"
Dante walks over to Sir David.
Dante: "Come again??"
David is silent as he stares up at Dante from the chair. Dante gets aggrivated...
Dante: "Say that again!"
Sir David remains silent. Enraged, Dante picks Sir David up by his shirt collar and pins him against the nearest wall at eye level.
Dante: "Damn it, you little minuscule menace! Say that again! Say it!!"
David continues his silence with a perplexed look on his face...
Dante: "Ahhh!! You irritating miniature beast of burden!! I know you said something! Quit screwing around with my head!!"
David continues to look perplexed before he speaks again...
Sir David: Taco. BiG piZza MaC mac suPer!
Dante stares at Sir David and sighs...
Dante: "You are right. When you put it that way, how can I resist?"
Dante gently puts David down onto the ground and brushes off his shirt. Dante has a bit of a sour look on his face and sighs one last time while he looks down at David with seemingly no other choice...