Post by silentfire on Apr 30, 2007 20:04:16 GMT -6
*The scene opens up on a an airport gate, a group of people milling around two people by one of the bars. As the camera guy gets closer, muttering in annoyance about how hard it was to get all of his stuff through security, you come to see Guy Haight trying consoling an apparantly distressed Jack Greaves, his face in his hands, crying hysterically.*
Jack: It's soooo sad!
Guy: Jack, it's okay. You can stop crying now.
Jack: But did you hear what he said? *he askes as he looks up at Guy with a tear-streaked face*
Guy: Yes, Jack. He's finally going to see his cat.
Jack: Not just any cat! Mr. Kitters!
Guy: Yes, Mr. Kitters. Now stop crying, you're making a scene and you have a promo to do. If you'll recall you have a Gut Check Gauntlet to compete in. This is your chance to shine after your complete loss in the Lethal Lottery debacle and maybe get somewhe-
Jack: Oh look! It's the guy who makes funny noises in his sleep!
Guy: What?
*Jack points to the T.V. set above the bar where Zevon's promo had previously been. Hilt is on screen, apparantly unwittingly saving a man from killing himself.*
Guy: Oh. Him. *Guy shakes his head and looks back at Jack* Jack, focus. Promo time.
Jack: Yeah, yeah. *he waves his hand at the camera in a dismissive manner, not taking his eyes off the T.V. set, his eyes glittering in a strange way.* I'm paying attention, promise. Just ask me stuff and I'll get to it.
*Guy sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose in irritation before straightening his suit, looking into the camera in what's-there-to-lose-let's-get-this-crap-over-with kind of way. He turns to Jack, his eyes still riveted to the T.V.*
Guy: Alright then. Jack, how do you feel about your participation in the up coming Gut Check Gauntlet?
Jack: I'll be doing the participating thing in it.
Guy: *he pauses, frowning slightly, a vein suddenly pulsing in his neck* How well do you think you'll do against your opponents.
Jack: I'll be doing the the well-doing thi-
Guy: Jack.
Jack: What? Oh, I think I'll do okay I s'pose. I bet it'll be fun wrestling with... Oh and doing a rana to... Hey Guy?
Guy: Yes Jack.
Jack: Who am I wrestling again?
Guy: *He sighs, closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose again* Toro Verde.
Jack: The bullie guy without the funny hat or red cape?
Guy: Yes and Buddy "Lov-
Jack: The drunk guy with those sparklely beads?
Guy: Yes. *He takes away his hand and looks suspiciously at Jack, too afraid to hope that Jack is actually focusing for once.* John Anthony?
Jack: The meanie head who beat me the last time I wrestled. Ya know what?
Guy: What Jack? *Too afraid to press Jack too far, he timidly answers*
Jack: I don't think I did too well last time. I wanna do better. When we get to Boston can we go to the gym? *He suddenly laughs and claps excitedly as Dave some how stops a bank robbery*
Guy: Yes... *too stunned for complex thought* Yes we can. Alright. *he collects himself and presses on, a small smile on his face* Okay, now what about the other guys? Trent Hudson, Manos Del Muerte and Brad Armstrong.
Jack: Who?
Guy: T-The rest of the men in the Gaun-
Jack: Never heard of em.
Guy: God da-
*Over the intercom a female voice anounces that a plane departing for Boston is about to leave, giving the last call for boarding*
*Guy takes a deep, recovering breathe and just grabs Jack's arm, pulling him away from the bar. Jack goes willingly as Hilt's promo had ended, the flashing colors on the screen no longer apparantly holding his attention, so he smiles and points at some of the tourists around him, all of them frowning and looking offended. Guy flips open his phone, dials the number for his psychatrist before glancing over at the cameraman and making the cut off sign with the phone. The scene fades to black as Jack suddenly pounces on a man with hat made of fruit, screaming about bananas and Guy now redirecting his call to Jack's lawyer*
Jack: It's soooo sad!
Guy: Jack, it's okay. You can stop crying now.
Jack: But did you hear what he said? *he askes as he looks up at Guy with a tear-streaked face*
Guy: Yes, Jack. He's finally going to see his cat.
Jack: Not just any cat! Mr. Kitters!
Guy: Yes, Mr. Kitters. Now stop crying, you're making a scene and you have a promo to do. If you'll recall you have a Gut Check Gauntlet to compete in. This is your chance to shine after your complete loss in the Lethal Lottery debacle and maybe get somewhe-
Jack: Oh look! It's the guy who makes funny noises in his sleep!
Guy: What?
*Jack points to the T.V. set above the bar where Zevon's promo had previously been. Hilt is on screen, apparantly unwittingly saving a man from killing himself.*
Guy: Oh. Him. *Guy shakes his head and looks back at Jack* Jack, focus. Promo time.
Jack: Yeah, yeah. *he waves his hand at the camera in a dismissive manner, not taking his eyes off the T.V. set, his eyes glittering in a strange way.* I'm paying attention, promise. Just ask me stuff and I'll get to it.
*Guy sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose in irritation before straightening his suit, looking into the camera in what's-there-to-lose-let's-get-this-crap-over-with kind of way. He turns to Jack, his eyes still riveted to the T.V.*
Guy: Alright then. Jack, how do you feel about your participation in the up coming Gut Check Gauntlet?
Jack: I'll be doing the participating thing in it.
Guy: *he pauses, frowning slightly, a vein suddenly pulsing in his neck* How well do you think you'll do against your opponents.
Jack: I'll be doing the the well-doing thi-
Guy: Jack.
Jack: What? Oh, I think I'll do okay I s'pose. I bet it'll be fun wrestling with... Oh and doing a rana to... Hey Guy?
Guy: Yes Jack.
Jack: Who am I wrestling again?
Guy: *He sighs, closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose again* Toro Verde.
Jack: The bullie guy without the funny hat or red cape?
Guy: Yes and Buddy "Lov-
Jack: The drunk guy with those sparklely beads?
Guy: Yes. *He takes away his hand and looks suspiciously at Jack, too afraid to hope that Jack is actually focusing for once.* John Anthony?
Jack: The meanie head who beat me the last time I wrestled. Ya know what?
Guy: What Jack? *Too afraid to press Jack too far, he timidly answers*
Jack: I don't think I did too well last time. I wanna do better. When we get to Boston can we go to the gym? *He suddenly laughs and claps excitedly as Dave some how stops a bank robbery*
Guy: Yes... *too stunned for complex thought* Yes we can. Alright. *he collects himself and presses on, a small smile on his face* Okay, now what about the other guys? Trent Hudson, Manos Del Muerte and Brad Armstrong.
Jack: Who?
Guy: T-The rest of the men in the Gaun-
Jack: Never heard of em.
Guy: God da-
*Over the intercom a female voice anounces that a plane departing for Boston is about to leave, giving the last call for boarding*
*Guy takes a deep, recovering breathe and just grabs Jack's arm, pulling him away from the bar. Jack goes willingly as Hilt's promo had ended, the flashing colors on the screen no longer apparantly holding his attention, so he smiles and points at some of the tourists around him, all of them frowning and looking offended. Guy flips open his phone, dials the number for his psychatrist before glancing over at the cameraman and making the cut off sign with the phone. The scene fades to black as Jack suddenly pounces on a man with hat made of fruit, screaming about bananas and Guy now redirecting his call to Jack's lawyer*