Post by Deleted on May 28, 2014 8:47:25 GMT -6
Part 1
The scene opens in a busy, non-descript big-city airport. In the departures lounge, people rush around maniacally, desperately running from checkpoint to checkpoint trying to make sure they catch that interconnecting flight to continue their journey to wherever the fuck they're going. We're not bothered about any of those idiots though, instead we're drawn to a rather dapper looking man sat in the VIP departures area casually supping whisky from a glass, whilst he watches the news on TV. Dressed head to toe in the latest and most expensive designer suit and shoes, he has only a small briefcase with him, attached to his right wrist by a small handcuff and chain.
'For fuck's sake, this guy's been sat here for over an hour...what the fuck is he playing at?'
Matt Michaels is sat a short distance away, keeping a close eye on the man in the VIP lounge and more importantly, the case that he has chained to his arm. Matt is dressed in a knee-length black trenchcoat with smart-looking black trousers. The coat is buttoned up all the way covering his body from his knees up to his neck. All he would need is a pair of over-sized sunglasses, a newspaper with eyeholes cut out of them and a stick on plastic moustache and he would be your typical comic book hero/villain in disguise. Yet even though he's about as inconsipcuous as a bright flashing neon illuminated sign advertising his presence with an accompanying heavy metal band, in the hustle and bustle of modern day living, not a single soul has even noticed his existence, much less the mark that he's been stalking for the past three or four hours.
Man's Voice: "Matt? Matt Michaels?"
Matt had been dodging authorities and 'interested parties' long enough to know that when someone came running up to him shouting out his name, it was generally a good idea and good opportunity for him to make like a tree and...get the fuck out of there. This wasn't the first time he'd be interrupted whilst he was in the middle of something, and so long as he could get away quick enough, it probably wouldn't be the last.
Matt casually got to his feet and started to walk away, ignoring the person that had been calling out his name completely. In his head he was frantically scanning his surroundings looking for exit points and large crowds to disappear in to, but on the outside he was calm, focused and busily involved in continuing his journey. This was a skill he'd perfected after being hounded for years by disgruntled ex-boyfriends of girls he had slept with, henchmen of loan sharks he had 'borrowed' money from and various law enforcement agents trying to catch up with him and chuck him back inside.
Man's Voice: "Mr Michaels? Could you..."
The man's voice had gotten louder, he had managed to catch up to Matt and was still calling out to him, despite Matt wearing his best "Fuck Off" face and doing his utmost to look uninterested and convince the man that he was calling after the wrong person. Matt knew the exits were some way off and that there wasn't enough of a crowd around for him to disappear in to. It was time for Plan B.
Matt slowed his walking speed down a little, allowing the man an opportunity to catch up to him. He slipped his right hand inside his jacket and fingered the Brass Knux he had put in the inside pocket. As he slipped his fingers in to the Knux, he felt a hand tap him lightly on his shoulder.
Man's Voice: "Mr Michaels? I'm so sorry, I'm Robert...Robert Fields...from the MSW?"
Matt: "MSW? Oh right, the wrestling thing? Yeah I know who you are now, what can I do for you?"
'Won't be needing these just yet...'
Matt dropped the Knux back in to his pocket and took his right hand back out of his jacket.
Robert Fields: "I'm so sorry to spring this on you, but I just got back from doing some promotional work with the company, I have a camera with me and I saw you in the airport hanging around...so I was just wondering if you had a little time to give me a short interview? Or some quotes or soundbites? Just something we could use to get the fans pumped up for your debut next week?"
Matt: "An interview? Sure I can do that, but I don't really have much time, I'm kinda in the middle of something..."
Robert: "I see, well erm, maybe next time?"
Matt: "Sure, hey man you know what? I really hate to let you down so how about you help me out with a little something? If we get this little thing out of the way, I'll have plenty of time to give you an exclusive interview! You know, I haven't done any interviews or promotional work since joining MSW, so this really will be as exclusive as it gets..."
Robert: "That sounds great, but what do you need me to do....?"
Man's Voice: "Matt? Matt Michaels?"
Matt had been dodging authorities and 'interested parties' long enough to know that when someone came running up to him shouting out his name, it was generally a good idea and good opportunity for him to make like a tree and...get the fuck out of there. This wasn't the first time he'd be interrupted whilst he was in the middle of something, and so long as he could get away quick enough, it probably wouldn't be the last.
Matt casually got to his feet and started to walk away, ignoring the person that had been calling out his name completely. In his head he was frantically scanning his surroundings looking for exit points and large crowds to disappear in to, but on the outside he was calm, focused and busily involved in continuing his journey. This was a skill he'd perfected after being hounded for years by disgruntled ex-boyfriends of girls he had slept with, henchmen of loan sharks he had 'borrowed' money from and various law enforcement agents trying to catch up with him and chuck him back inside.
Man's Voice: "Mr Michaels? Could you..."
The man's voice had gotten louder, he had managed to catch up to Matt and was still calling out to him, despite Matt wearing his best "Fuck Off" face and doing his utmost to look uninterested and convince the man that he was calling after the wrong person. Matt knew the exits were some way off and that there wasn't enough of a crowd around for him to disappear in to. It was time for Plan B.
Matt slowed his walking speed down a little, allowing the man an opportunity to catch up to him. He slipped his right hand inside his jacket and fingered the Brass Knux he had put in the inside pocket. As he slipped his fingers in to the Knux, he felt a hand tap him lightly on his shoulder.
Man's Voice: "Mr Michaels? I'm so sorry, I'm Robert...Robert Fields...from the MSW?"
Matt: "MSW? Oh right, the wrestling thing? Yeah I know who you are now, what can I do for you?"
'Won't be needing these just yet...'
Matt dropped the Knux back in to his pocket and took his right hand back out of his jacket.
Robert Fields: "I'm so sorry to spring this on you, but I just got back from doing some promotional work with the company, I have a camera with me and I saw you in the airport hanging around...so I was just wondering if you had a little time to give me a short interview? Or some quotes or soundbites? Just something we could use to get the fans pumped up for your debut next week?"
Matt: "An interview? Sure I can do that, but I don't really have much time, I'm kinda in the middle of something..."
Robert: "I see, well erm, maybe next time?"
Matt: "Sure, hey man you know what? I really hate to let you down so how about you help me out with a little something? If we get this little thing out of the way, I'll have plenty of time to give you an exclusive interview! You know, I haven't done any interviews or promotional work since joining MSW, so this really will be as exclusive as it gets..."
Robert: "That sounds great, but what do you need me to do....?"