Post by emokid on Sept 3, 2008 11:25:42 GMT -6
(Omerta stands in front of his old Alma Mater, Jacksonville High School. He looks toward the school in amazement, and smiles towards the school. Omerta is wearing Jeans, a white button up shirt, tan boots, and Ray-ban sunglasses. The school is big, and is nice looking. The bricks are tan, and windows sit upon the top of the building. A smooth cement slab, with the words "Jacksonville High School" engraved with huge leters upon it, is set above the main window. A statue of a pirahnastis infront of the school. Omerta Speaks)
OMERTA: This is it. This is my old high school. This is where my friends and I would hang out before the bell, and we'd all talk about wrestling, and relationships. And sports in General. I actually convinced these guys to let me in with a camera crew. I think they'll let me in.
(Omerta plays around, letting people think the door is locked)
OMERTA: Wait, I'm having a little trouble. One minute. (Opens the door with ease) Got ya. hahaha
(A few groans from the crew, Omerta mock groans)
OMERTA: Come on, that was golden.
(Various shots of different classrooms are shown.)
OMERTA: This was one of my favorite teachers, Mr. Jones. He was my English teacher. Now none of my teachers know I'm here, so they are going to be totally surprised.
(Omerta opens the doors to reveal a middle aged man, wearing a plaid short sleeve, button up shirt, and black slacks. He is balding, and has a black mustache. As Omerta opens the door, Mr. Jones drops his pencil and shakes Omerta's hand, and hugs him. The classroom is empty, so Omerta is not disrupting a class.)
MR. JONES; Tyler, how are you?
OMERTA; Just fine.
MR. JONES; I watch you every week on SNW. Some of my students are wrestling fans, and once I told my students that one of my students was Omerta. They scoffed and didn't believe me. I pulled out an old footbal photo of you, and one kid just lost it. He was like "That's really him, Oh my God, you taught Omerta?"
(Omerta chuckles, and shakes his head)
MR. JONES: So what's happeneing this week on SNW?
OMERTA: Well, this week is Guys Night Out, and I'm going for a brand new title in a battle royal---
MR. JONES: Oh, that's cool.
OMERTA: Hey, I just thought I'd surprise you, and stop by.
MR. JONES:Hey, can I get an autograph for one of my students, he's a big fan of yours.
OMERTA: Yeah, sure.
(Omerta whips out a pen, and gives the Autograph to Mr. Jones, shot switches to the middle of the hall.)
RANDOM PEOPLE: Omerta!!!!! WE LOVE YOU!!!
OMERTA: (Screaming) I LOVE YOU GUYS, MORE.
(An older woman, about 60, stands and glares at Omerta)
TEACHER: Well, look, it's Tyler the toughman.
OMERTA: Mrs. Crabtree
MRS. CRABTREE: I see you turned to professional wrestling. Well, don't turn into a bad influence. Okay?
OMERTA: (To Mrs. Crabtree) I won't. (To the camera) I really don't think she ever liked me. She always gave me this creepy glare. Let me take you to my favorite part of this school.
(To everyone's surprise, the shot switches to the football field at JHS. The field is green, and a man, in his late 40's, stands.by Omerta's side. The football field is green, and the sky is blue. Shot switches to Omerta in the middle of a field. Omerta is seen throwing passes to the young football players. His voice is heard like a narration)
OMERTA: This is where dreams are made. I love football, and playing football was even greater. I find solace in sports, that I don't find in most other things. I think that's why I turned to wrestling. It's like footbal, in which it is a full contact sport. I love doing what I do. I love that I can come to work put my aggressions up. That is what wrestling is to me. It's feeling aggresion. I love that.
(Shot switches to a group shot of Football Players, Cheerleaders, coaches, Various other students, and, of course Omerta, Omerta Speaks)
OMERTA: (Shouting) This is my pride, and my love. I love this school, and everything about it. At Guys Night Out, nothing is going to stop me from attaining my dream of getting my first title. So, From everyone here at Jacksonville High School---
EVERYONE: STRENGTH, HONOR, RESPECT, OMERTA
(Everyone cheers, as the JHS fight song plays. Omerta slaps hands, and hugs, as the cameras fade to black.)
OMERTA: This is it. This is my old high school. This is where my friends and I would hang out before the bell, and we'd all talk about wrestling, and relationships. And sports in General. I actually convinced these guys to let me in with a camera crew. I think they'll let me in.
(Omerta plays around, letting people think the door is locked)
OMERTA: Wait, I'm having a little trouble. One minute. (Opens the door with ease) Got ya. hahaha
(A few groans from the crew, Omerta mock groans)
OMERTA: Come on, that was golden.
(Various shots of different classrooms are shown.)
OMERTA: This was one of my favorite teachers, Mr. Jones. He was my English teacher. Now none of my teachers know I'm here, so they are going to be totally surprised.
(Omerta opens the doors to reveal a middle aged man, wearing a plaid short sleeve, button up shirt, and black slacks. He is balding, and has a black mustache. As Omerta opens the door, Mr. Jones drops his pencil and shakes Omerta's hand, and hugs him. The classroom is empty, so Omerta is not disrupting a class.)
MR. JONES; Tyler, how are you?
OMERTA; Just fine.
MR. JONES; I watch you every week on SNW. Some of my students are wrestling fans, and once I told my students that one of my students was Omerta. They scoffed and didn't believe me. I pulled out an old footbal photo of you, and one kid just lost it. He was like "That's really him, Oh my God, you taught Omerta?"
(Omerta chuckles, and shakes his head)
MR. JONES: So what's happeneing this week on SNW?
OMERTA: Well, this week is Guys Night Out, and I'm going for a brand new title in a battle royal---
MR. JONES: Oh, that's cool.
OMERTA: Hey, I just thought I'd surprise you, and stop by.
MR. JONES:Hey, can I get an autograph for one of my students, he's a big fan of yours.
OMERTA: Yeah, sure.
(Omerta whips out a pen, and gives the Autograph to Mr. Jones, shot switches to the middle of the hall.)
RANDOM PEOPLE: Omerta!!!!! WE LOVE YOU!!!
OMERTA: (Screaming) I LOVE YOU GUYS, MORE.
(An older woman, about 60, stands and glares at Omerta)
TEACHER: Well, look, it's Tyler the toughman.
OMERTA: Mrs. Crabtree
MRS. CRABTREE: I see you turned to professional wrestling. Well, don't turn into a bad influence. Okay?
OMERTA: (To Mrs. Crabtree) I won't. (To the camera) I really don't think she ever liked me. She always gave me this creepy glare. Let me take you to my favorite part of this school.
(To everyone's surprise, the shot switches to the football field at JHS. The field is green, and a man, in his late 40's, stands.by Omerta's side. The football field is green, and the sky is blue. Shot switches to Omerta in the middle of a field. Omerta is seen throwing passes to the young football players. His voice is heard like a narration)
OMERTA: This is where dreams are made. I love football, and playing football was even greater. I find solace in sports, that I don't find in most other things. I think that's why I turned to wrestling. It's like footbal, in which it is a full contact sport. I love doing what I do. I love that I can come to work put my aggressions up. That is what wrestling is to me. It's feeling aggresion. I love that.
(Shot switches to a group shot of Football Players, Cheerleaders, coaches, Various other students, and, of course Omerta, Omerta Speaks)
OMERTA: (Shouting) This is my pride, and my love. I love this school, and everything about it. At Guys Night Out, nothing is going to stop me from attaining my dream of getting my first title. So, From everyone here at Jacksonville High School---
EVERYONE: STRENGTH, HONOR, RESPECT, OMERTA
(Everyone cheers, as the JHS fight song plays. Omerta slaps hands, and hugs, as the cameras fade to black.)
