Post by sampsoncyprus on Apr 21, 2013 18:59:56 GMT -4
The scene opens to Sampson sitting at a table in an argentine park. Behind him, the sun is going down but children are still playing football. A grill is set up a bit further off. Sampson is here alone, positioned to be able to watch the park although he isn't. He doesn't look up, concentrating on his hands which work skillfully. To one side of him is a pouch, sitting directly in front of him is a pack of papers. On the left there are two cigarettes laying on the table. His hands work skillfully, measuring and assembling cigarettes. He begins to speak, giving us the first impression that he is aware of the camera.
Sampson: You know what, kid? I don't say this very often but... you really oughta listen to your dad. Any man discouraging your punk ass from getting into a ring with me? That is a man with your best interests at heart. But you aren't gonna listen to him. It's the curse of youth, you know?
Sampson sets his completed smoke aside and begins the assembly of another cigarette.
Sampson: You guys just never know when you're overmatched. It's cuz you got this skewed view of the world. You have these ideas about how things should be and they get in the way of your ability to see how things really are. You think you are on this big romantic quest. Saving the world and helping anyone you view as less fortunate than you. Like you would have any idea how to help anyone. What that even looks like.
Sampson finishes the cigarette in his hands and looks up at the camera. He strikes a match and puts it to the tip of his smoke.
Sampson: Perfect example: as a 'special bonus' you are giving away your own tshirts to everyone at the next show. At your professional wrestling debut show. You self important little punk. This is exactly what the fuck I am talking about on this skewed perspective. The weird thing is that you really seem to think somebody wants your tshirt. That its helping somebody out. Thankfully, you have assured everyone over and over again you aren't going to try to buy a title shot with Daddy's money. Fans are different though, right?
Sampson rolls his eyes.
Sampson: You 'dont need' the 'little bit' of money the people of Argentina have? Boy that must be swell. I'm sure the people of Argentina were relieved to know that the collective wealth of their country is so tiny it isn't even on your radar. Sucks to live in the third world but hey, free tshirts, right? This is exactly why I stomped that ass in the parking lot. The backhanded insults you pay to people you claim to want to 'help'. Think back on that shit. I know the details are hazy after those punches but... do you remember the part where you offered a proud, hard working man a fucking sandwich to get your bags? I sure do. You know, I may not be running around in any pink Izod polos with the collar popped up but I AIN'T NO FUCKIN BUM!! We have the exact same job, idiot. I am just good at mine. You think it somehow makes you a better fighter that you don't need the money? You are so out of touch is disgusts me. It makes me sick to my stomach. You had that beating coming and now that you asked for it: you got another one on the way .
Sampson is becoming visibly angry. His nostrils flare as he exhales smoke from his cigarette.
Sampson: You see I'm running a little outreach program of my own. I'm going to bring some reality into your life. You keep yelling about being a competitor and how you are only here for the sportsmanship. This makes me think you still do not understand. I'm going to say this one more time. I am not here to 'compete' with you. That makes it sound like we are playing a game. I want to assure you: this is not a game. What will happen in the ring will not be a game. It will be a fight. It will be me hurting you. It will be me making sure you have some good long term reminders of this fight. Im going to leave you bloodied. I'm going to leave you broken. I'm going to make it so you hurt when it rains. Can you see it? Is it coming into focus yet? Are we on the same page?
He gives a cold smile not quite reaching his eyes.
Sampson: No. You don't get it yet. But, like I said before: talking time is over. Just as good because I know another way to communicate this to you in a universal language. The language of the world and every living creature in it. The language of violence and aggression. It's the only other language I speak. I can teach you.
The scene fades out as Sampson calmly returns to making his cigarettes.
Sampson: You know what, kid? I don't say this very often but... you really oughta listen to your dad. Any man discouraging your punk ass from getting into a ring with me? That is a man with your best interests at heart. But you aren't gonna listen to him. It's the curse of youth, you know?
Sampson sets his completed smoke aside and begins the assembly of another cigarette.
Sampson: You guys just never know when you're overmatched. It's cuz you got this skewed view of the world. You have these ideas about how things should be and they get in the way of your ability to see how things really are. You think you are on this big romantic quest. Saving the world and helping anyone you view as less fortunate than you. Like you would have any idea how to help anyone. What that even looks like.
Sampson finishes the cigarette in his hands and looks up at the camera. He strikes a match and puts it to the tip of his smoke.
Sampson: Perfect example: as a 'special bonus' you are giving away your own tshirts to everyone at the next show. At your professional wrestling debut show. You self important little punk. This is exactly what the fuck I am talking about on this skewed perspective. The weird thing is that you really seem to think somebody wants your tshirt. That its helping somebody out. Thankfully, you have assured everyone over and over again you aren't going to try to buy a title shot with Daddy's money. Fans are different though, right?
Sampson rolls his eyes.
Sampson: You 'dont need' the 'little bit' of money the people of Argentina have? Boy that must be swell. I'm sure the people of Argentina were relieved to know that the collective wealth of their country is so tiny it isn't even on your radar. Sucks to live in the third world but hey, free tshirts, right? This is exactly why I stomped that ass in the parking lot. The backhanded insults you pay to people you claim to want to 'help'. Think back on that shit. I know the details are hazy after those punches but... do you remember the part where you offered a proud, hard working man a fucking sandwich to get your bags? I sure do. You know, I may not be running around in any pink Izod polos with the collar popped up but I AIN'T NO FUCKIN BUM!! We have the exact same job, idiot. I am just good at mine. You think it somehow makes you a better fighter that you don't need the money? You are so out of touch is disgusts me. It makes me sick to my stomach. You had that beating coming and now that you asked for it: you got another one on the way .
Sampson is becoming visibly angry. His nostrils flare as he exhales smoke from his cigarette.
Sampson: You see I'm running a little outreach program of my own. I'm going to bring some reality into your life. You keep yelling about being a competitor and how you are only here for the sportsmanship. This makes me think you still do not understand. I'm going to say this one more time. I am not here to 'compete' with you. That makes it sound like we are playing a game. I want to assure you: this is not a game. What will happen in the ring will not be a game. It will be a fight. It will be me hurting you. It will be me making sure you have some good long term reminders of this fight. Im going to leave you bloodied. I'm going to leave you broken. I'm going to make it so you hurt when it rains. Can you see it? Is it coming into focus yet? Are we on the same page?
He gives a cold smile not quite reaching his eyes.
Sampson: No. You don't get it yet. But, like I said before: talking time is over. Just as good because I know another way to communicate this to you in a universal language. The language of the world and every living creature in it. The language of violence and aggression. It's the only other language I speak. I can teach you.
The scene fades out as Sampson calmly returns to making his cigarettes.
