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A Foot In The Door.
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Topic Started: Sep 15 2010, 09:04 PM (221 Views)
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Jamal
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Sep 15 2010, 09:04 PM
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The scene opens up and we find ourselves inside what can only be described as a dilapidated and run down apartment building. It’s a single room living space that seems to act as a living area, kitchen and dining room all in one. A quick look around reveals that too the right of us appears to be the kitchen area with a two ring hob, that looks covered in dirt and grime and probably hasn’t been cleaned in some time. Next to the hob is a small refrigerator that again, the once white finish has now turned a discoloured and faded brown, with even the metal handle covered in rust. Next to the kitchen is the dining area that consists of a small wooden table with two garden like picnic chairs, red and white striped, rusted and faded as the kitchen. To the left of the room is the living area, that has a fairly worn out and old brown sofa that has several cigarette burns in the outer fabric along with a few suspect stains across it as well. There is also a small old style television set sat on top of a wobbly looking plastic stand that looks as if it came from the 1980’s, keeping with the décor of the rest of the apartment. At the far end of the room there are two doors that sit almost side by side, one probably being the bedroom and the other the bathroom. There is only one window in the whole of the apartment, and that is on the left hand side of the room, just above where the sofa is situated. Closer inspection though shows that the window can’t be opened as the outside is covered by a metal grid. The room is also decorated with, what once was a cream coloured wallpaper, but now has turned brown, almost black, and in many places is peeling away from the wall and is showing the wear of time as the also patchy brickwork is revealed underneath. The room for now is empty until we hear the rattle of the doorknob and then the loud creak as the old wooden door is opened and we are faced for the first time with the owner of the apartment. He’s black, around 6ft 2inches, has a bald head, slightly bushy eyebrows, and a styled goatee that surrounds his mouth. He’s dressed in baggy black sweat pants and a baggy grey hooded sweatshirt, of which neither seem to fit him properly and hang quite badly off of his slim, yet muscular physique. He has a tired and down beaten look on his face, as he slowly wanders into the room, throws his keys down into a small bowl that is on the dining table before slouching down onto the sofa and rubbing his face with the palms of his hands before tilting it back and letting out a loud, audible sigh.
He stays there for a few minutes, just staring up at the cigarette smoke stained ceiling when a phone can be heard ringing. It takes a couple of seconds for the man to react, bringing him self around out of his self imposed semi trance, as he fumbles around in his pants pocket before pulling out a cell phone, flipping it open and holding it just in front of his mouth.
Man: Hey.
Man on the other end of the phone: Hey Jamal, it’s Tony.
Jamal: Hey Tony, sup?
Tony: I got some news for you, good news this time.
Jamal: You got me a job?
Tony: I most certainly do, I contacted a lot of companies for you and a North East promotion known as New Era Wrestling has offered you a dark match on their show in a couple of weeks.
Jamal: New Era Wrestling? I’ve heard of them, a few guys from the UiWF are over there.They just did a show over in London.
Tony: Yeah I know, that’s how I found out about them, so I called them up for you and they said they would give you a chance.
Jamal: Fan fucking tastic. After the shit I’ve had over the past two years I can’t wait to get back into the ring again. Any idea who I’m facing, anyone I would know about?
Tony: Someone called Tyson Hart. Ring any bells.
Jamal: None. Like it matters though, if they only gonna give me this one chance, I’m gonna beat this punk into the ground. When and where have I gotta be?
Tony: One sec….
The sound of computer keys being clicked rather vigorously can be heard, then the scrape of a phone being picked up again.
Tony: The Meehan Auditorium in Providence, Rhode Island on September 26th. You gonna be able to make that by yourself?
Jamal: Depends, if I win this match they gonna give me a full time contract?
Tony: If they are impressed they will give you a contract.
Jamal: If they are impressed, dawg, they will be impressed. Just had to ask cos that kinda trip is gonna take every last dime outta my bank account.
Tony: If you need anything…
Jamal cuts him off mid sentence.
Jamal: You’ve already done enough for me Tony. I just asked you to get my foot in the door somewhere, and you’ve done that. I’ll pay you back once I got the money that I owe you already homey. I know you only my lawyer, but I’ll make a name for myself now and you’ll get every cent.
Tony: I know I will Jamal, I trust you.
Jamal: Allright homey, thanks, peace out.
Jamal presses a button on his phone to end the call, before flipping the phone shut and placing it back inside the pocket where it came from. He then sits upright in the sofa, a slight smile crosses his face as he strokes the bottom of his goatee with the index finger and thumb from his left hand.
The scene then ends.
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