Post by emokid on Aug 12, 2008 13:03:24 GMT -6
(At night, Omerta is seen standing in front of Scott Jacob's favorite bar. Omerta is wearing an affliction T-shirt, Khaki Shorts, a backwards Boston Red Sox Cap, and Flip Flops. The bar is shoddy, but is also kind of homey for its environment. Everybody knows everybody, except for Omerta, who makes his first appearance at the bar.)
OMERTA: Scott Jacobs.
(Omerta hangs his head and laughs)
OMERTA: You try to humiliate me by beating up jobbers,, who first beat you up. Wow. Lets me go to my room and wet the bed.
(Laughs)
OMERTA: Does this place look familiar to you. This is your favorite watering hole. I'm going to prove that they're not all like you. Some of these people are decent people. Let's go inside.
(Omerta walks inside this local bar. A jukebox plays loudly "Neon Moon" by Brooks and Dunn. Flickering Budweiser, Bud Light, Shiner Bock, and Coors Light signs are shown. In the back, a Bud Light Bikini girl poster is pinned up. Several people are shown playing darts, and shooting pool. Omerta walks by a drunk, laughing man. Omerta stops)
OMERTA: Ho, Ho, Hold on , dude. What's your name?
(The man looks at the camera. He smiles, and staggers. He shows very few teeth.)
MAN: (Slurring) Curtis.
(Omerta smiles and laughs)
OMERTA: Curtis? OK, your famiar with Scott Jacobs, right.
CURTIS: Oh, man, I have stories about him. No one can out drink him. Why, what happened?
OMERTA: I'm Omerta, I'm an opponent of his at SNW.
CURTIS: (Slurring, Staggering): Well, anyone willing to fight Scotty, is willing to fight me.
(Curtis puts his fists up, and falls to the floor.Music and ruckus stops, as Omerta goes over to Curtis, who is still breathing, but smells like Jack Daniels and puke. Omerta stands by him, and waits for a response)
OMERTA: Curtis. Oh, Curtis
BARTENDER: (From a distance) He's just drunk.
(The ruckus of the bar continues)
OMERTA: (Shakes his head, laughs): Hey, Barkeep. How about a Shiner?
BARTENDER: Yeah, sure. On the way.
(Bartender grabs a Shiner Bock from the refridgerator, and opens it up really quick.)
BARTENDER: There you go. Hey, you're Omerta, from SNW, right? I know you. Scott challenged you, but I think he needs to be taught a lesson. Now, when you step into the ring with him, bring everything you've got, but at the same time don't hurt him too hard. He brings good money into this place.
OMERTA: Well, I'm a professional wrestler, so I can't keep the promise that Scotty will be all in one piece. I'm going to do what I think is right.
BARTENDER: I know. But, Scott has a tendency to blurt out anything that comes to mind, and, I think he needs help.
OMERTA: I'm right there, with you. Hey, thanks for the beer. I have to be going now.
BARTENDER: Ahem, That'll be $4.25
OMERTA: (Rolls his eyes jokingly) Oh, I guess
BARTENDER: Give him hell.
(Omerta and the Bartender smile at each other)
OMERTA: I knew you would see it my way.
(Omerta and the Bartender laugh. The bar set up is shown, as Curtis is still lying on the floor muttering to himself. The scene fades to black)
OMERTA: Scott Jacobs.
(Omerta hangs his head and laughs)
OMERTA: You try to humiliate me by beating up jobbers,, who first beat you up. Wow. Lets me go to my room and wet the bed.
(Laughs)
OMERTA: Does this place look familiar to you. This is your favorite watering hole. I'm going to prove that they're not all like you. Some of these people are decent people. Let's go inside.
(Omerta walks inside this local bar. A jukebox plays loudly "Neon Moon" by Brooks and Dunn. Flickering Budweiser, Bud Light, Shiner Bock, and Coors Light signs are shown. In the back, a Bud Light Bikini girl poster is pinned up. Several people are shown playing darts, and shooting pool. Omerta walks by a drunk, laughing man. Omerta stops)
OMERTA: Ho, Ho, Hold on , dude. What's your name?
(The man looks at the camera. He smiles, and staggers. He shows very few teeth.)
MAN: (Slurring) Curtis.
(Omerta smiles and laughs)
OMERTA: Curtis? OK, your famiar with Scott Jacobs, right.
CURTIS: Oh, man, I have stories about him. No one can out drink him. Why, what happened?
OMERTA: I'm Omerta, I'm an opponent of his at SNW.
CURTIS: (Slurring, Staggering): Well, anyone willing to fight Scotty, is willing to fight me.
(Curtis puts his fists up, and falls to the floor.Music and ruckus stops, as Omerta goes over to Curtis, who is still breathing, but smells like Jack Daniels and puke. Omerta stands by him, and waits for a response)
OMERTA: Curtis. Oh, Curtis
BARTENDER: (From a distance) He's just drunk.
(The ruckus of the bar continues)
OMERTA: (Shakes his head, laughs): Hey, Barkeep. How about a Shiner?
BARTENDER: Yeah, sure. On the way.
(Bartender grabs a Shiner Bock from the refridgerator, and opens it up really quick.)
BARTENDER: There you go. Hey, you're Omerta, from SNW, right? I know you. Scott challenged you, but I think he needs to be taught a lesson. Now, when you step into the ring with him, bring everything you've got, but at the same time don't hurt him too hard. He brings good money into this place.
OMERTA: Well, I'm a professional wrestler, so I can't keep the promise that Scotty will be all in one piece. I'm going to do what I think is right.
BARTENDER: I know. But, Scott has a tendency to blurt out anything that comes to mind, and, I think he needs help.
OMERTA: I'm right there, with you. Hey, thanks for the beer. I have to be going now.
BARTENDER: Ahem, That'll be $4.25
OMERTA: (Rolls his eyes jokingly) Oh, I guess
BARTENDER: Give him hell.
(Omerta and the Bartender smile at each other)
OMERTA: I knew you would see it my way.
(Omerta and the Bartender laugh. The bar set up is shown, as Curtis is still lying on the floor muttering to himself. The scene fades to black)
