Post by The Submission Technician on Apr 5, 2008 2:20:21 GMT -4
The scene opens with the sound of an alarm clock sounding off; as the camera comes into focus you see the time is 6:00 am. Vin sits up on this particularly cold April morning, and falls out to the end of his bed. Standing there wiping the sleep from his eyes, he sees his breath and realizes the routine of so many mornings was no longer necessary. No more bed count, no more roll call, no more, never again. Vin walks over to the bathroom in his cold water one bedroom flat on Utica Ave in the Bed-Sty section of Brooklyn. He washes his hands and splashes the cold water across his face and bright red hair. He takes a hard sigh as he stares at himself in the mirror. "We got a big day today man, who would have thought that we would ever be doing this?" he thought to himself. "I'm not like these people. I don't think like them, I don't talk like them, I didn't go to any fancy high school or any shit like that, so why me? Oh Fuck it! It's a payday, right". He quickly throws on his nicest white Shady hoodie, black FUBU jeans, white Nike's, blue Yankee fitted and black bandanna in his back left pocket, and quickly rushes out the door and down to the street.
He catches the 6:45 subway to the Port Authority. Upon his arrival he grabs a pack of Newport 100's box and a buttered roll off of the roach coach with a coffee black to wash it all down. He heads into the bathroom and finds an empty stall. Sitting down he breaks out a bag of pot and starts rolling a joint. "Can't think of a better way to kill an hour wait than this." Vin chuckles to himself. He takes a seat out side on a bench and waits for the next gray hound as he enjoys his breakfast and joint.
He boards the 8:30 bus to Canada. As the bus gets underway Vin starts to drift of into the annuls of another Purple Haze induced retrospect of the series of events which brought him to this very point in his life. "How can these guy's really be serious about all this? Are they really going to pay me for this? All because of one fight? One stupid guy with a bad case of I can't handle my high that I had to through out of that rave.
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(3 months earlier)
The scene is one of a combination of chemically and sonically induced euphoria, as the sound and sights of the most hardcore old skool rave on the isle of Ibiza is going full tilt. And right there in the middle of it all is Vin wearing his typical black on black bouncer attire. As he scans the sea of partiers he takes a hard notice of a young girl no more than 17 being somewhat man handled by this roid freak in a black track suit with white stripes. He quickly makes his way through the crowd to break this little spat apart. The 6'4" bull of a man had his hands firmly locked around the little girl’s wrist. "Yo, Fuckstick....Yeah you the one with no neck get your fucking hammocks off the girl ". yelled Vin. "And who the fuck are you? this is my bitch so stay the fuck out of it." replied the roid freak. "ok" said Vin in an eerily calm tone. And with that Vin kicks the leviathan directly to his abdomen causing him to release the girl. He shoots in on a double leg and lifts the giant straight up only to slam him directly to the hard ground. The big man recovers quickly and with the assistance of a size 15 kicks Vin directly in the face, snapping his head back and breaking his nose for the 11th time in his life. Vin kips up off his back to see the juggernaught barralling toward him. A quick side stepping roundhouse to his midsection and the massive man is doubled over. Vin locks him, in what would come to be known as an inverted crucible, and proceeds to deliver a rash of some of the most brutally defiling knee and shin strikes to this mans head and legs, until he had been beaten into a stain on Vin’s knees. Dropping the man into a heap of brokenness on the floor Vin turns to the girl, and seeing that she is ok returns to his post.
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(6 hours later)
As the party is wrapping up a man of moderate height and build walks up to Vin and hands him a business card. It reads ”Benjamin Moorehead…..Producer…..IBW”. “you should call me tomorrow I might have something for you on one of my shows. No joke man, square business.”.
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(the next day 9:00am)
Vin makes the awkward call……”Hey what’s up you told me to call.”……”You’re from where.”…….”And you do what?”…… “What do you mean you got the fight on tape?”……”Oh really.”……” No I live in America, in Brooklyn.”……” Ok I will call him when I get back.” ……”Good look man.”.
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(today)
Vin disembarks the bus at the terminal where a company car is waiting to pick him up.
He takes the drive in almost total silence as he ponders what he is going to do.
The car pulls up in front of the APW corporate HQ. The car door is opened and Vin is escorted inside. He is announced and shown in to President Jeff’s office.
After a brief exchange of pleasantries, President Jeff slides a piece of paper across his desk to Vin. He breathes one last apprehensive sigh and signs his name to the bottom. President Jeff shakes Vin’s hand and wishes him a good day. Upon Vin’s exit the president buzzes Dr. Matt.” Yes boss.” Answered his long time friend and associate. “Get me Kenny Lambardo.”
He catches the 6:45 subway to the Port Authority. Upon his arrival he grabs a pack of Newport 100's box and a buttered roll off of the roach coach with a coffee black to wash it all down. He heads into the bathroom and finds an empty stall. Sitting down he breaks out a bag of pot and starts rolling a joint. "Can't think of a better way to kill an hour wait than this." Vin chuckles to himself. He takes a seat out side on a bench and waits for the next gray hound as he enjoys his breakfast and joint.
He boards the 8:30 bus to Canada. As the bus gets underway Vin starts to drift of into the annuls of another Purple Haze induced retrospect of the series of events which brought him to this very point in his life. "How can these guy's really be serious about all this? Are they really going to pay me for this? All because of one fight? One stupid guy with a bad case of I can't handle my high that I had to through out of that rave.
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(3 months earlier)
The scene is one of a combination of chemically and sonically induced euphoria, as the sound and sights of the most hardcore old skool rave on the isle of Ibiza is going full tilt. And right there in the middle of it all is Vin wearing his typical black on black bouncer attire. As he scans the sea of partiers he takes a hard notice of a young girl no more than 17 being somewhat man handled by this roid freak in a black track suit with white stripes. He quickly makes his way through the crowd to break this little spat apart. The 6'4" bull of a man had his hands firmly locked around the little girl’s wrist. "Yo, Fuckstick....Yeah you the one with no neck get your fucking hammocks off the girl ". yelled Vin. "And who the fuck are you? this is my bitch so stay the fuck out of it." replied the roid freak. "ok" said Vin in an eerily calm tone. And with that Vin kicks the leviathan directly to his abdomen causing him to release the girl. He shoots in on a double leg and lifts the giant straight up only to slam him directly to the hard ground. The big man recovers quickly and with the assistance of a size 15 kicks Vin directly in the face, snapping his head back and breaking his nose for the 11th time in his life. Vin kips up off his back to see the juggernaught barralling toward him. A quick side stepping roundhouse to his midsection and the massive man is doubled over. Vin locks him, in what would come to be known as an inverted crucible, and proceeds to deliver a rash of some of the most brutally defiling knee and shin strikes to this mans head and legs, until he had been beaten into a stain on Vin’s knees. Dropping the man into a heap of brokenness on the floor Vin turns to the girl, and seeing that she is ok returns to his post.
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(6 hours later)
As the party is wrapping up a man of moderate height and build walks up to Vin and hands him a business card. It reads ”Benjamin Moorehead…..Producer…..IBW”. “you should call me tomorrow I might have something for you on one of my shows. No joke man, square business.”.
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(the next day 9:00am)
Vin makes the awkward call……”Hey what’s up you told me to call.”……”You’re from where.”…….”And you do what?”…… “What do you mean you got the fight on tape?”……”Oh really.”……” No I live in America, in Brooklyn.”……” Ok I will call him when I get back.” ……”Good look man.”.
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(today)
Vin disembarks the bus at the terminal where a company car is waiting to pick him up.
He takes the drive in almost total silence as he ponders what he is going to do.
The car pulls up in front of the APW corporate HQ. The car door is opened and Vin is escorted inside. He is announced and shown in to President Jeff’s office.
After a brief exchange of pleasantries, President Jeff slides a piece of paper across his desk to Vin. He breathes one last apprehensive sigh and signs his name to the bottom. President Jeff shakes Vin’s hand and wishes him a good day. Upon Vin’s exit the president buzzes Dr. Matt.” Yes boss.” Answered his long time friend and associate. “Get me Kenny Lambardo.”
