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"...You Took What Was Mine..."; NEW TV 13 RP #1
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Topic Started: Sep 17 2010, 07:02 PM (249 Views)
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Big Phil
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Sep 17 2010, 07:02 PM
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“…You Took What Was Mine…”
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The scene opens inside a room covered in a blanket of darkness. Virtually nothing can be seen past the darkness, so we have no idea what type of room we‘re in. All we can see is what we can make out to be as moonlight shining through a window with the shades up and curtains gaping. Not far from the window, sitting on the floor and leaning back against what looks like a piece of furniture, is Big Phil. In movies, this scene would be a picture perfect depiction of that depressing scene where the person involved stares up at the moon, lost in his thoughts. It would be, but that isn‘t what Phil‘s doing. He‘s staring forward into nothingness, not upward at the moon. His face doesn‘t hold the look of a man with a broken heart, instead it holds the face of a man with a broken mind. As he stares at nothing, he begins to speak, his tone is hushed and calm.
“Have you ever seen what a fifty caliber rifle bullet, fired from a Barrett Sniper Rifle, does to a human body Connor? Especially to the human body of a man that jumps in front of the intended target? The shot tears through him, and still hits the target. That man was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time, and did absolutely nothing to change the bullet on its trajectory. That's what your role is in this, Connor; the man who got in the way, who could do nothing to prevent the outcome of the situation, the individual that never should have been there. Troy Turner deserves to suffer for what he had done. It was on the tip of everyone’s tongue, the sensation to act tickled the tips of their fingers, but they were all too gutless and spineless to do or say anything. I broke the habit, I took a stand…IT WAS TIME TO TAKE THE TORTURE TO TROY TURNER!”
Phil‘s eyes are locked on us now, as if we are his most hated enemy. Even in the feint moonlight, we can see that his eyes are burning with the hate and anger that was once only one man‘s burden. After last weekend, after International Incident, it became the burden of another man, one who had no business being there. Though Phil‘s anger is intense, he starts to laugh. Not his normal menacing laugh that we‘ve grown used to, but a maniacal one, as if his mind finally snapped in two. The last time you saw a laugh like this, you were watching The Dark Knight when Batman was physically abusing the Joker in the interrogation room. Once the laughter passed, a sick grin resides on Phil‘s face as he continues on.
“Every single person in that arena and at home witnessed the cowardly acts of his. Running when he could, hiding when he could, totally avoiding any contact with me. His cheap tricks, cowardice tactics…NONE OF IT…would have held long. And then, his own personal body guard came forth. He scouted, picked his spot, and gave Turner his money’s worth. You took the sins of Troy Turner…AND MADE THEM YOUR OWN! Any man who is a man would see that you’re just as much of a low life as Turner. I just hope you desperately need the money he’s paying you, Connor…because I’m going to make sure every penny earned will be a drop of blood I drain from you. To defend such a man, to pardon such acts as he’s committed only makes you as bad, if not worse, of a person he is. And like I’ve been saying, the poison in NEW needs to be extracted from it’s veins and ridden away…Connor, YOU‘VE BECOME PART OF THAT POISON!”
The anger spewed out again, but almost immediately followed the laugh of a mad man. Phil‘s eyes keep changing, one minute his eyes are burning with anger, the next…you would think he‘s having fun with all of this. The last two weeks, he was having fun, he enjoyed the heinous acts he had in mind for Troy Turner. And now, it‘s like that part of him is trying desperately to remain intact while the other side of Phil is loathing the fact that his mission for International Incident went unaccomplished. He stifles the laughter again, only letting out small, quick giggles every so often as he continues.
“No amount of money will be worth what I do to you, Connor. Turner could have hired hundreds of people like you, and I would make sure all of them were only made out as mere examples for Turner to observe. That’s all Turner is paying you for, Connor…he’s paying you to take the punches, bear the pain, AND LET HIM SCURRY AWAY WITHOUT A SCRATCH! Like Renegade, like Juturna, and Terry Queens, and Hannibal Caine, he’s using you as just another stepping stone for his benefit. The only problem, what he and you seem to overlook, is this poses no threat to what I’m set out to do. The inevitable outcome is I’ll do what I had promised, I will tear through you and claw my way to Troy Turner. Everyone believes what I’m doing is crazy, they look at the fact that I’m going into this match blind. I may not know anything about you, your past, your skills, your strengths and weaknesses…NONE OF THAT MATTERS!”
With every word or sentence that Phil yells out, the more his eyes seem to go bloodshot, as if his body can‘t adjust to the sudden mood swings. Sweat beads seep slowly down his forehead, his body shakes and quivers from the clashing emotions within him. The laughing doesn‘t help his stability, but he‘s a man beyond any sort of care at this moment. Troy Turner got away from him again, and this time, Phil didn‘t let him go. That fact boils over in Phil‘s mind, replaying over and over again, and each time, he loses more and more of himself to his obsession.
“What matters is you injected yourself into a war that had nothing to do with you, and I won’t let you deny me this. I set aside my dreams, my personal life…MY HAPPINESS…just to engulf myself with Troy Turner. I want to live him, breathe him, understand him. In doing so, I will know exactly what I have to do to exploit every ounce of his fear and pain. People had asked why I hadn’t focused on the London Rumble at International Incident. They asked why I came out and chased Troy Turner around, punish him a bit only to be eliminated. They asked why let one man ruin everything you worked hard for. Why indeed. The answer should be simple; if I let Turner get away, and ignore him for my own self gain…I WOULD BE NO BETTER THAN TROY TURNER! I know I am a better person than he could ever be, and I’m tired of proving it to him. Will I make my way to the top and claim the world title? Maybe, but who’s to say, I have my plate full already, and there’s nothing but Troy Turner on the menu for quite awhile. But now, I have to settle for a an appetizer in Connor. I can’t savor the flavor of Troy Turner unless I get past you first. SO…BE…IT! You allowed yourself to let Turner’s money blind you, and I would apologize for what you’re going to make me do to you, but at the moment, I’m not very sympathetic. You sealed your demise when you took what was mine, and what was mine…WAS TROY TURNER’S SUFFERING!”
Phil closes his eyes after he screams out that last line, and soon after, another fit of laughter comes forth. Suddenly, Phil leans his head back and slams it against whatever wooden furniture he‘s leaning back on. He does it again, and again, and again, each time the impact is harder and causes a louder thud. With every harder thud, the laughter grows louder until the very last thud, which is the hardest and loudest. Phil is still for a moment, head leaned back, breathing steadying, and deathly quiet. Slowly, he leans his head forward, and his eyes shoot open. Now, we don‘t see that anger, we don‘t see that maniac behind the laughter. There‘s something different there, something dark, something determined. Everything we‘ve seen that lead up to now, it only spells trouble for Vic Connor.
“Your well being, your job, your past…its all meaningless to me. What I’m going to do to you…you caused it. When I see you standing across that ring from me…I won’t see Vic Connor…I will see Troy Turner. You will not hinder me…you will not stop me…you will only make matters worse for Troy Turner. I will have no remorse…there will be no quarter given…I will not have mercy on you. You wanted to interfere for a paycheck…so now you have a debt to pay…and at NEW TV 13...I will collect your blood. There will be no more holding back, it‘s time to make the game more interesting. You may have just started in this game…too bad your playtime is over.”
Those last few lines were said in a very eerily calm voice, especially since we just witnessed Phil snap before us. Through all of this, we can see that Phil‘s sanity is surely slipping, and that his obsession is starting to take him over. Turner should have seen this coming though, he should have known that the body guard idea would backfire. Though the match hasn‘t happened yet, what‘s left of Phil‘s demented mind is stepping past Connor and hunting for Turner once again. One would think that‘s a mistake, but they don‘t see that the only mistake that was made was letting Phil go this far. In that ring, no one is safe from what he‘s become, and there‘s only one man to blame…Troy Turner. The scene fades to black with Phil’s dark, determined eyes burning a hole in your soul.
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