Post by Scrap on Nov 14, 2012 1:39:51 GMT -4
- Part I -
The scene opens up after the first match of the night with a meltdown recap of last weeks debut match for Scrap. The replay shows Mascara getting the win and leaving the other superstars in a pit of disappointment. Scrap is the last one to leave the ring that night as he walks with his head down and integrity that would match anything but a king. His walk is slow and deliberate right to his locker room hoping to be bothered by no one. His normally bright in your face spirit has seemed to really dwindle leaving him in a state of darkness. Scrap rips his boots and pads off in frustration tossing them into his black duffel bag with authority. The King of ATL sits head in hands covering nearly his whole face trying to fight back the emotions that are burning with a fire type passion inside him. The on the rise star of APW manages to fight with himself to get changed and head out to the parking lot where his car is located. He manages to fish his car keys out of his pocket and begins to unlock the car before he is interrupted by the last thing he wanted, an interview. Hannah has appeared from seemingly no where to try and get a few words out of Scrap before he exits the building.
“Hey Scrap it was a hard fought match out there and you came up just short is there anything that you have to say about tonight's loss?”
The King of ATL pauses as the question caught him rather off guard before responding.
“It's not what I expected, it's not why I am here, I have done so much more then let myself down tonight. I let down everyone that had confidence and beliefs in me and the people that raised me to be better then this.”
Hannah accepts the answer and tries to continue to push the envelope and get another questions out of scrap.
“So what are you going to do to change that?”
“I'm going to go the hell home and pray to god that I have the energy to wake up in the morning and continue doing what I am doing because I can't put people through this let alone myself. Is that a good enough answer for you?”
Hannah seems to not know what to say as Scrap seems offended by her question even though that was not her intention. He gives her a hard look shaking his head before Scrap continues into his car as Hannah yelps out for him to stop but his mind is made up. Scrap starts his jet black WRX allowing the engine to roar and echo throughout the parking complex before burning a little bit of rubber and speeding away. Hannah is left standing speech less in the middle of the lot bewildered at Scrap's anger. However little does Scrap know he is being followed by a camera crew as he continues his way back home. Scrap arrives back home around 11:30 pm before entering the building complex longing for his bed after a long and aggravating day at the office. His apartment light is seen flicking on quickly before they are turned off.
- Part II -
The crew sits outside all night cutting in and out before Scrap returns outside less then 5 hours later. 4:00 AM in the morning is the listed time as Scrap begins to approach his car. Before he can hop in his car to head where ever it is he is heading his phone rings. Scrap looks irritated and ready to be done with everything as he ponders who could possibly be calling him this early in the morning. However his facial expression changes once he peaks at the number calling him. He answers in a soft but strong tone.
“Ey mom's”
Scrap sits on the listening end of the conversation for a minute before responding with a few yes mam no mam answers and hanging up the phone. Scrap stares at the phone for a few brief moments before tossing it back into his jacket pocket. The air is cold and brisk nearly as cold as death itself, this is shown by the thick smoke type of air coming out of his mouth. Scrap jumps in his car and turns the key over starting the engine and pulling out into the street and taking off. Snow has begun to lightly fall from the sky giving the winter feel to the atmosphere. Scrap cruises around the city almost as if there was no where for him to go. The snow now begins to fall heavier and heavier compiling the total amount to about 4 inches. The white powder has surrounded the entire environment and leaves a light feeling in the air. Scrap finally begins to slow down and pulls over putting the car in park as the engine rumbles and the flow master exhaust system spits out hot air. The car is finally shut off as Scrap swings the door open and throws on his hat protecting his bald head from the cold air. The scene is finally set as the camera angle pans around to what The King of ATL has been caught looking at. The shot is of a big open area covered with tree's that are in the last stage of loosing its leaves. Evergreen's covered in snow, and a silence matched by non other then death. Tombstones cover the ground some more intricate then others, all with names of loved ones who had passed on. Scrap stands there hands in his coat pockets looking strictly intimidated by what lies in front of him. It's as if he is somewhere where he feels he doesn't belong, or maybe he does and just doesn't visit enough. The idea of death seems to almost petrify him however with a deep breath in and out he continues towards the big metal gates that keep the dead resting where they are. He approaches the gates and pushes the gate slightly open, just enough for him to squeeze through. The gate produces the most unruly metal on metal noise before Scrap steps into the graveyard. He strolls quietly and with soft steps as if trying to be careful where he stepped. After a small walk he cuts through the snow covered grass and stops at a gravestone labeled with his fathers name. The date of birth is labeled as September 15th, 1975 and date of death is November 13th 1998. Scrap crouches down into a catcher position resting his forearms on his knee caps and folding his hands together. Scraps' head is down almost as if he can't bring himself to look at the reality of his father being dead. Then he picks his head up and begins to talk as if his father were standing right in front of him.
“Ey pops, It's your boy here. I just wanted to come down and say how sorry I am. I haven't visited in a while I've been busy staying on my grind just like you told me.”
Scrap tries to keep his words short and meaningful but he has so much to say he isn't sure quite how to do that.
“I uh...I miss you, I'm out here trying to do everything you taught me. Between being my own man and doing what I have to do to get mine. I feel like I've been trying so hard to be you I haven't been myself. I'm out here running around like a fool talking like I'm the King of ATL but everyone knows that was you pops. It always was.”
Scrap puts his head down and wipes away a tear that can only be seen for a split second. Scrap re positions himself getting comfortable as if he knows he could very well be there for a while. Scrap now continues.
“I'm running out here like I am you dad and I can't do it anymore. I love you and always will but I have to be my own man and I finally understand that. I can't help but think that I have done nothing but let you down. I mean you hustled harder, worked harder, and practically killed yourself for me and moms. I'm a hustler that failed and ended up in jail. A rapper that never had the ambition to make it and now after last week. Well after last week I just feel like a joke. I was embarrassed in that ring and all I could think about was you. I'm sorry.”
Scrap seems so displeased with himself feeling the failure that may have accumulated over the last couple of years. It seems as if scrap doesn't have much left to say but he continues on anyway.
“I can't walk around with this persona of the King when my actions and results are that of a jester. Today I take a crown off my head that never belonged to me in the first place. I promise to never call myself the King again until you think I've earned it, but I need to know when you think I've earned it, how do I do that pops?”
There is a small silence after the last words Scrap said. Then the wind picks up, blowing anything small enough away in its gusts. It's even so strong it almost takes Scrap off his feet. Then suddenly a small trinket that had managed to escape Scrap's eye sight falls from the top of the stone onto the ground. Scrap realizes this and picks it up off the ground and brushes the snow from it. After a look at it he see's it to be his fathers ring that had been passed down from his father. The ring shines in the small amount of light that peeks its head from the snow clouds. He puts it on his finger and realizes it to be his size fitting near perfect. Scrap puts his hand out in front of him to examine how the ring looks. It is a gold ring with black studs surrounding the middle of it. Around the stones a message is etched into the ring that states, “You are your own success.” Scrap smiles at the message as if a last set of words from his father. Scrap keeps the ring on his finger and removes his dog tags that belonged to his uncle, whom also passed away. He wraps the chain up and hangs it on the top of the stone. His uncle was a main part of his life when his father had passed away however he had also passed away briefly after returning from the army. Scrap smirks and puts his last words in.
“There, now the family all has something of each other. It's time to write my own chapter for our family history and I'm sorry I didn't realize that or start earlier, I love you pops, rest in peace.”
Scrap kisses the necklace and leaves it where he had placed it and stands to a vertical base. He again glances down at the ring, sticks his hands back in his pockets and continues to walk away from his fathers grave. Scrap, no longer the self proclaimed King of ATL, fires up his car and drives away with a new passion for what he does and an even bigger inspiration to succeeded in APW.
The scene opens up after the first match of the night with a meltdown recap of last weeks debut match for Scrap. The replay shows Mascara getting the win and leaving the other superstars in a pit of disappointment. Scrap is the last one to leave the ring that night as he walks with his head down and integrity that would match anything but a king. His walk is slow and deliberate right to his locker room hoping to be bothered by no one. His normally bright in your face spirit has seemed to really dwindle leaving him in a state of darkness. Scrap rips his boots and pads off in frustration tossing them into his black duffel bag with authority. The King of ATL sits head in hands covering nearly his whole face trying to fight back the emotions that are burning with a fire type passion inside him. The on the rise star of APW manages to fight with himself to get changed and head out to the parking lot where his car is located. He manages to fish his car keys out of his pocket and begins to unlock the car before he is interrupted by the last thing he wanted, an interview. Hannah has appeared from seemingly no where to try and get a few words out of Scrap before he exits the building.
“Hey Scrap it was a hard fought match out there and you came up just short is there anything that you have to say about tonight's loss?”
The King of ATL pauses as the question caught him rather off guard before responding.
“It's not what I expected, it's not why I am here, I have done so much more then let myself down tonight. I let down everyone that had confidence and beliefs in me and the people that raised me to be better then this.”
Hannah accepts the answer and tries to continue to push the envelope and get another questions out of scrap.
“So what are you going to do to change that?”
“I'm going to go the hell home and pray to god that I have the energy to wake up in the morning and continue doing what I am doing because I can't put people through this let alone myself. Is that a good enough answer for you?”
Hannah seems to not know what to say as Scrap seems offended by her question even though that was not her intention. He gives her a hard look shaking his head before Scrap continues into his car as Hannah yelps out for him to stop but his mind is made up. Scrap starts his jet black WRX allowing the engine to roar and echo throughout the parking complex before burning a little bit of rubber and speeding away. Hannah is left standing speech less in the middle of the lot bewildered at Scrap's anger. However little does Scrap know he is being followed by a camera crew as he continues his way back home. Scrap arrives back home around 11:30 pm before entering the building complex longing for his bed after a long and aggravating day at the office. His apartment light is seen flicking on quickly before they are turned off.
- Part II -
The crew sits outside all night cutting in and out before Scrap returns outside less then 5 hours later. 4:00 AM in the morning is the listed time as Scrap begins to approach his car. Before he can hop in his car to head where ever it is he is heading his phone rings. Scrap looks irritated and ready to be done with everything as he ponders who could possibly be calling him this early in the morning. However his facial expression changes once he peaks at the number calling him. He answers in a soft but strong tone.
“Ey mom's”
Scrap sits on the listening end of the conversation for a minute before responding with a few yes mam no mam answers and hanging up the phone. Scrap stares at the phone for a few brief moments before tossing it back into his jacket pocket. The air is cold and brisk nearly as cold as death itself, this is shown by the thick smoke type of air coming out of his mouth. Scrap jumps in his car and turns the key over starting the engine and pulling out into the street and taking off. Snow has begun to lightly fall from the sky giving the winter feel to the atmosphere. Scrap cruises around the city almost as if there was no where for him to go. The snow now begins to fall heavier and heavier compiling the total amount to about 4 inches. The white powder has surrounded the entire environment and leaves a light feeling in the air. Scrap finally begins to slow down and pulls over putting the car in park as the engine rumbles and the flow master exhaust system spits out hot air. The car is finally shut off as Scrap swings the door open and throws on his hat protecting his bald head from the cold air. The scene is finally set as the camera angle pans around to what The King of ATL has been caught looking at. The shot is of a big open area covered with tree's that are in the last stage of loosing its leaves. Evergreen's covered in snow, and a silence matched by non other then death. Tombstones cover the ground some more intricate then others, all with names of loved ones who had passed on. Scrap stands there hands in his coat pockets looking strictly intimidated by what lies in front of him. It's as if he is somewhere where he feels he doesn't belong, or maybe he does and just doesn't visit enough. The idea of death seems to almost petrify him however with a deep breath in and out he continues towards the big metal gates that keep the dead resting where they are. He approaches the gates and pushes the gate slightly open, just enough for him to squeeze through. The gate produces the most unruly metal on metal noise before Scrap steps into the graveyard. He strolls quietly and with soft steps as if trying to be careful where he stepped. After a small walk he cuts through the snow covered grass and stops at a gravestone labeled with his fathers name. The date of birth is labeled as September 15th, 1975 and date of death is November 13th 1998. Scrap crouches down into a catcher position resting his forearms on his knee caps and folding his hands together. Scraps' head is down almost as if he can't bring himself to look at the reality of his father being dead. Then he picks his head up and begins to talk as if his father were standing right in front of him.
“Ey pops, It's your boy here. I just wanted to come down and say how sorry I am. I haven't visited in a while I've been busy staying on my grind just like you told me.”
Scrap tries to keep his words short and meaningful but he has so much to say he isn't sure quite how to do that.
“I uh...I miss you, I'm out here trying to do everything you taught me. Between being my own man and doing what I have to do to get mine. I feel like I've been trying so hard to be you I haven't been myself. I'm out here running around like a fool talking like I'm the King of ATL but everyone knows that was you pops. It always was.”
Scrap puts his head down and wipes away a tear that can only be seen for a split second. Scrap re positions himself getting comfortable as if he knows he could very well be there for a while. Scrap now continues.
“I'm running out here like I am you dad and I can't do it anymore. I love you and always will but I have to be my own man and I finally understand that. I can't help but think that I have done nothing but let you down. I mean you hustled harder, worked harder, and practically killed yourself for me and moms. I'm a hustler that failed and ended up in jail. A rapper that never had the ambition to make it and now after last week. Well after last week I just feel like a joke. I was embarrassed in that ring and all I could think about was you. I'm sorry.”
Scrap seems so displeased with himself feeling the failure that may have accumulated over the last couple of years. It seems as if scrap doesn't have much left to say but he continues on anyway.
“I can't walk around with this persona of the King when my actions and results are that of a jester. Today I take a crown off my head that never belonged to me in the first place. I promise to never call myself the King again until you think I've earned it, but I need to know when you think I've earned it, how do I do that pops?”
There is a small silence after the last words Scrap said. Then the wind picks up, blowing anything small enough away in its gusts. It's even so strong it almost takes Scrap off his feet. Then suddenly a small trinket that had managed to escape Scrap's eye sight falls from the top of the stone onto the ground. Scrap realizes this and picks it up off the ground and brushes the snow from it. After a look at it he see's it to be his fathers ring that had been passed down from his father. The ring shines in the small amount of light that peeks its head from the snow clouds. He puts it on his finger and realizes it to be his size fitting near perfect. Scrap puts his hand out in front of him to examine how the ring looks. It is a gold ring with black studs surrounding the middle of it. Around the stones a message is etched into the ring that states, “You are your own success.” Scrap smiles at the message as if a last set of words from his father. Scrap keeps the ring on his finger and removes his dog tags that belonged to his uncle, whom also passed away. He wraps the chain up and hangs it on the top of the stone. His uncle was a main part of his life when his father had passed away however he had also passed away briefly after returning from the army. Scrap smirks and puts his last words in.
“There, now the family all has something of each other. It's time to write my own chapter for our family history and I'm sorry I didn't realize that or start earlier, I love you pops, rest in peace.”
Scrap kisses the necklace and leaves it where he had placed it and stands to a vertical base. He again glances down at the ring, sticks his hands back in his pockets and continues to walk away from his fathers grave. Scrap, no longer the self proclaimed King of ATL, fires up his car and drives away with a new passion for what he does and an even bigger inspiration to succeeded in APW.
