Blayze v NvD
Jul 7, 2013 17:30:17 GMT -5
Post by shaunsindelman on Jul 7, 2013 17:30:17 GMT -5
June 22nd, Eighteen Hours After All-Star Showdown 2
We see Johnny Blayze sitting across from a woman in a dimly lit room of a warehouse environment. The woman is very scared and bound to a chair, her arms free and placed atop the table that sits between her and Blayze.
Blayze: And what’s your name?
Woman: Patricia.
Blayze: Patricia what?
Patricia: Reid.
Blayze: May I call you Pat?
Pat: Um, yes. Are you going to let me go?
Blayze: I’m going to be the one asking the questions here, Pat.
Pat: Oh. I’m sorry.
Blayze: It’s quite all right. Pat, do you believe you’re perfect?
Pat: No. Not at all.
Blayze: Are you afraid, Pat?
Pat: Yes.
Blayze: That’s good. Fear of me is the beginning of wisdom. I’m going to ask you a few questions. I want you to answer honestly and with complete candor. You heard the screaming next door, I take it?
He gestures to the concrete wall.
Pat: Yes.
Blayze: That gentleman didn’t think his private sins were any of my business. He made me hurt him. I wouldn’t mind hurting you, Pat.
Pat: You won’t have to.
Blayze: Then you must tell me… what’s the worst thing you’ve ever done? Your deepest, darkest, gravest sin.
Pat: I don’t know.
Blayze: Well, take a moment to think about it.
He watches her eyes flick to the bare lightbulb shining overhead.
Pat: I don’t want to say.
He lifts the knife off the metal table, opens it. Usually, just seeing the wicked, curving blade is enough. Pat’s eyes get wide.
Pat: My husband…
Blayze: Yes?
Pat: I cheated on him.
Blayze: Once, or…
Pat: Several times… many times.
Blayze: Did he ever find out?
She shakes her head, and he can see that she’s telling the truth, that a nerve has been struck, because her eyes have begun to well up with tears.
Pat: He died last year.
Blayze: Sudden?
Pat: Yes.
Blayze: So you never got the chance to come clean.
Pat: It kills me. It eats at me. Every single day.
Blayze: But maybe it’s better he died not knowing? Died believing you were the perfect, faithful wife?
Pat: I don’t know. He was my friend. I shared everything with him.
Johnny Blayze reaches across the table and touches her hand.
Blayze: Thank you, Pat. Thank you so much.
-----
It's a cold night as we fade up on Johnny Blayze and one of his two unknown associates standing on a dirt road; a boardwalk can be seen off in the distance. The crashing of the waves from the ocean echo in your ears as we pan across the scene. Blayze is wearing a long black trench coat with a white dress shirt and tight black pants. The associate is in a pair of jeans with a black leather jacket and a black t-shirt. Blayze has a look of seriousness and concern on his face as he looks into the camera and begins to speak, loudly so the camera can hear him.
Blayze: Like the song says... it's a new dawn. It's a new day. And I'm feeling fine. Which is more than what can be said for Alexia Brandt.
Sweet…sweet…Alexia… I wanted to sleep for an eternity so I can dream about you wriggled on the ground; like a dog looking to be put out of its misery. And the sounds.... oh the sounds you made... they ring in my ears _still_ to this day as a constant reminder of how much pain and misery I can bring to someone who truly deserves it.
For the longest time, the name "Johnny Blayze" has been uttered in the same refrain as "laughing stock" and "depraved." Well after All Star Showdown Two, I think it's safe to say that number one…
YES, I AM DEPRAVED!
Blayze pauses once more and looks at his associate with an evil grin. He looks back with an equally menacing look.
Blayze: And number two, the only laughing that will be done is by me at the sight of my opponents in this upcoming Lions Cup.
He smiles at that statement. His associate steps forward, dusting dirt off his jeans.
Associate: You see FGA… WE have taught Johnny many things in our short time together… WE have instilled a desire for pain and a thirst for suffering. You just can't be one who sheds the blood of your enemies without enjoying it; hearing that beautiful music of a victim burning in pain ...and embracing it... now _THAT_ is true power. And that is what WE bring in Johnny Blayze as a new man of form and flesh.
Johnny places an arm over the shoulder of the associate that just spoke
Blayze: Orson Thomas has shown me the one true path in life is one full of bodies lying at my feet; all victims of my new-found abilities. Some may have seen my loss to Alexia Brandt as a failure but I see it as the complete opposite because it is the catalyst that sets off my way of thinking -- one that will lead me to the top.
But who is it that stands in my way?
Orson folds his arms.
Orson: Why I do believe that it's a Mr. Noah van Dyke....
Blayze: Van Dyke… the boy gone good. I could sit here and spew an endless stream of nonsense and ill will but what good would that do. You've heard it all before; sitting in the pews of your house of worship; praising in the name of a man who died for your sins.
Orson: Mister Van Dyke…You can live your life with your beliefs given onto you by a man in a robe standing in front of a pulpit. But know that these beliefs you hold on to so dearly are nothing but a book of lies and deceit. Nothing worth building on; like the soil beneath my feet. I've come to the conclusion that fear and pain trump everything. THESE are the elemental building blocks of society.
Blayze: I hope you were watching closely, Noah…watching when I disassembled Alexia Brandt and left her stuck inside her own head.
Orson: Do you see it FGA… do you feel it? The trembling in your bones? Now I am not one to dwell but let me remind you all. What Mr. Blayze did to Alexia Brandt should serve as fair warning to each and every one of you. We don't need to win a match to score a real win. No... no... the sickening crunch of a steel chain as it wrapped around the skull of Miss. Brandt was win quite enough.
And Mister Noah van Dyke… heed our warnings please. For your own sake. Don't let what happened to her happen to you. What makes you think Johnny goes into your battle with anything less than the same determination? The same need and the same hunger for carnage and brutality? Ask Xavier Daniels how serious we are. Ask Pat Gordon Junior if we mean business. What makes you think you'll be anything different?
Orson folds his arms, staring with big green eyes as Johnny Blayze stares down at the ground.
Blayze: Hope you paid your insurance premiums, Noah, because Rhode Island Hospital has a bed with your name written all over.
Orson steps back, as the cold wind blows even harder, and he motions for the cameraman to come in near. As the light shakes, it comes to rest on a headstone reading "Jackson Pruitt". Orson pays his respects, as he stands with head bowed, and Blayze folds his arms, still staring down at the ground beneath his feet....
Blayze: Or we can skip the hospital and send you here, Noah… to the same cemetery your dear friend, Jackson, is buried.
Orson: Poor thing... I bet your heart was broken into a million pieces when you heard the news of his tragic car crash. Which is ironic because I bet _HE_ was broken into a million pieces too.
A chuckle comes from both men
Blayze: Noah, you claim you live a life of free will. You say that "the pain and evil of this world comes from free will. And with that comes the loss of loved ones."
So I have to wonder, Noah….when your best friend died, did you look into his eyes? Did you watch the emptiness come into them?
Because THAT is the moment I live for.
I'm not saying there isn't mush fun to be had arriving at that emptiness, but the moment it comes….holy shit…
I DO hope it wasn't lost on you.
Orson lifts a rose, and turns his head, looking almost apologetic....
Orson: Noah, I know you must hate us now but we have come to Mr. Pruitt's grave to illustrate a point. And I now know we have your full attention. Face it. The past must be dead and buried. Listen to your future; Johnny Blayze and I…we are serious when we explain what it takes to succeed in this life. While your friend is dead, you squander the life you still have! You have done nothing but waste away because you're content to live in mundanity. Losing to people you should have destroyed in seconds?
Blayze: You try _SO_ hard to be at your best because every day you wake up and can't shake the guilt that it was _YOUR_ doing that sent Jackson to his demise; not his family.
Orson: Let the past remain in the past because if you don't let it die, Johnny Blayze will surely kill it for you. Noah! Quit living for someone else... we beg you man... live for yourself and yourself only- or you have no chance in that ring!
Blayze: Let it go please, for your sake. For the memory of your friend. Allow us to help you to be your own best, just like me, and do your friend Jackson's memory proud by showing what a _REAL_ champion is all about.
...But if you still refuse to listen....
Blayze: You'll be BEGGING for a car windshield when I'm through.
Orson hands Johnny Blayze the long-stemmed rose and Blayze kneels down to place it on the ground in front of the tombstone.
Blayze: July Twentieth… I'm fighting not for myself but for someone else.
Orson: May God have mercy upon our souls.
Blayze tightens his coat and walks out of frame as Orson follows. The camera pans down and we see the rose laid in front of the tombstone. We focus on the rose as we fade to black.
We see Johnny Blayze sitting across from a woman in a dimly lit room of a warehouse environment. The woman is very scared and bound to a chair, her arms free and placed atop the table that sits between her and Blayze.
Blayze: And what’s your name?
Woman: Patricia.
Blayze: Patricia what?
Patricia: Reid.
Blayze: May I call you Pat?
Pat: Um, yes. Are you going to let me go?
Blayze: I’m going to be the one asking the questions here, Pat.
Pat: Oh. I’m sorry.
Blayze: It’s quite all right. Pat, do you believe you’re perfect?
Pat: No. Not at all.
Blayze: Are you afraid, Pat?
Pat: Yes.
Blayze: That’s good. Fear of me is the beginning of wisdom. I’m going to ask you a few questions. I want you to answer honestly and with complete candor. You heard the screaming next door, I take it?
He gestures to the concrete wall.
Pat: Yes.
Blayze: That gentleman didn’t think his private sins were any of my business. He made me hurt him. I wouldn’t mind hurting you, Pat.
Pat: You won’t have to.
Blayze: Then you must tell me… what’s the worst thing you’ve ever done? Your deepest, darkest, gravest sin.
Pat: I don’t know.
Blayze: Well, take a moment to think about it.
He watches her eyes flick to the bare lightbulb shining overhead.
Pat: I don’t want to say.
He lifts the knife off the metal table, opens it. Usually, just seeing the wicked, curving blade is enough. Pat’s eyes get wide.
Pat: My husband…
Blayze: Yes?
Pat: I cheated on him.
Blayze: Once, or…
Pat: Several times… many times.
Blayze: Did he ever find out?
She shakes her head, and he can see that she’s telling the truth, that a nerve has been struck, because her eyes have begun to well up with tears.
Pat: He died last year.
Blayze: Sudden?
Pat: Yes.
Blayze: So you never got the chance to come clean.
Pat: It kills me. It eats at me. Every single day.
Blayze: But maybe it’s better he died not knowing? Died believing you were the perfect, faithful wife?
Pat: I don’t know. He was my friend. I shared everything with him.
Johnny Blayze reaches across the table and touches her hand.
Blayze: Thank you, Pat. Thank you so much.
-----
It's a cold night as we fade up on Johnny Blayze and one of his two unknown associates standing on a dirt road; a boardwalk can be seen off in the distance. The crashing of the waves from the ocean echo in your ears as we pan across the scene. Blayze is wearing a long black trench coat with a white dress shirt and tight black pants. The associate is in a pair of jeans with a black leather jacket and a black t-shirt. Blayze has a look of seriousness and concern on his face as he looks into the camera and begins to speak, loudly so the camera can hear him.
Blayze: Like the song says... it's a new dawn. It's a new day. And I'm feeling fine. Which is more than what can be said for Alexia Brandt.
Sweet…sweet…Alexia… I wanted to sleep for an eternity so I can dream about you wriggled on the ground; like a dog looking to be put out of its misery. And the sounds.... oh the sounds you made... they ring in my ears _still_ to this day as a constant reminder of how much pain and misery I can bring to someone who truly deserves it.
For the longest time, the name "Johnny Blayze" has been uttered in the same refrain as "laughing stock" and "depraved." Well after All Star Showdown Two, I think it's safe to say that number one…
YES, I AM DEPRAVED!
Blayze pauses once more and looks at his associate with an evil grin. He looks back with an equally menacing look.
Blayze: And number two, the only laughing that will be done is by me at the sight of my opponents in this upcoming Lions Cup.
He smiles at that statement. His associate steps forward, dusting dirt off his jeans.
Associate: You see FGA… WE have taught Johnny many things in our short time together… WE have instilled a desire for pain and a thirst for suffering. You just can't be one who sheds the blood of your enemies without enjoying it; hearing that beautiful music of a victim burning in pain ...and embracing it... now _THAT_ is true power. And that is what WE bring in Johnny Blayze as a new man of form and flesh.
Johnny places an arm over the shoulder of the associate that just spoke
Blayze: Orson Thomas has shown me the one true path in life is one full of bodies lying at my feet; all victims of my new-found abilities. Some may have seen my loss to Alexia Brandt as a failure but I see it as the complete opposite because it is the catalyst that sets off my way of thinking -- one that will lead me to the top.
But who is it that stands in my way?
Orson folds his arms.
Orson: Why I do believe that it's a Mr. Noah van Dyke....
Blayze: Van Dyke… the boy gone good. I could sit here and spew an endless stream of nonsense and ill will but what good would that do. You've heard it all before; sitting in the pews of your house of worship; praising in the name of a man who died for your sins.
Orson: Mister Van Dyke…You can live your life with your beliefs given onto you by a man in a robe standing in front of a pulpit. But know that these beliefs you hold on to so dearly are nothing but a book of lies and deceit. Nothing worth building on; like the soil beneath my feet. I've come to the conclusion that fear and pain trump everything. THESE are the elemental building blocks of society.
Blayze: I hope you were watching closely, Noah…watching when I disassembled Alexia Brandt and left her stuck inside her own head.
Orson: Do you see it FGA… do you feel it? The trembling in your bones? Now I am not one to dwell but let me remind you all. What Mr. Blayze did to Alexia Brandt should serve as fair warning to each and every one of you. We don't need to win a match to score a real win. No... no... the sickening crunch of a steel chain as it wrapped around the skull of Miss. Brandt was win quite enough.
And Mister Noah van Dyke… heed our warnings please. For your own sake. Don't let what happened to her happen to you. What makes you think Johnny goes into your battle with anything less than the same determination? The same need and the same hunger for carnage and brutality? Ask Xavier Daniels how serious we are. Ask Pat Gordon Junior if we mean business. What makes you think you'll be anything different?
Orson folds his arms, staring with big green eyes as Johnny Blayze stares down at the ground.
Blayze: Hope you paid your insurance premiums, Noah, because Rhode Island Hospital has a bed with your name written all over.
Orson steps back, as the cold wind blows even harder, and he motions for the cameraman to come in near. As the light shakes, it comes to rest on a headstone reading "Jackson Pruitt". Orson pays his respects, as he stands with head bowed, and Blayze folds his arms, still staring down at the ground beneath his feet....
Blayze: Or we can skip the hospital and send you here, Noah… to the same cemetery your dear friend, Jackson, is buried.
Orson: Poor thing... I bet your heart was broken into a million pieces when you heard the news of his tragic car crash. Which is ironic because I bet _HE_ was broken into a million pieces too.
A chuckle comes from both men
Blayze: Noah, you claim you live a life of free will. You say that "the pain and evil of this world comes from free will. And with that comes the loss of loved ones."
So I have to wonder, Noah….when your best friend died, did you look into his eyes? Did you watch the emptiness come into them?
Because THAT is the moment I live for.
I'm not saying there isn't mush fun to be had arriving at that emptiness, but the moment it comes….holy shit…
I DO hope it wasn't lost on you.
Orson lifts a rose, and turns his head, looking almost apologetic....
Orson: Noah, I know you must hate us now but we have come to Mr. Pruitt's grave to illustrate a point. And I now know we have your full attention. Face it. The past must be dead and buried. Listen to your future; Johnny Blayze and I…we are serious when we explain what it takes to succeed in this life. While your friend is dead, you squander the life you still have! You have done nothing but waste away because you're content to live in mundanity. Losing to people you should have destroyed in seconds?
Blayze: You try _SO_ hard to be at your best because every day you wake up and can't shake the guilt that it was _YOUR_ doing that sent Jackson to his demise; not his family.
Orson: Let the past remain in the past because if you don't let it die, Johnny Blayze will surely kill it for you. Noah! Quit living for someone else... we beg you man... live for yourself and yourself only- or you have no chance in that ring!
Blayze: Let it go please, for your sake. For the memory of your friend. Allow us to help you to be your own best, just like me, and do your friend Jackson's memory proud by showing what a _REAL_ champion is all about.
...But if you still refuse to listen....
Blayze: You'll be BEGGING for a car windshield when I'm through.
Orson hands Johnny Blayze the long-stemmed rose and Blayze kneels down to place it on the ground in front of the tombstone.
Blayze: July Twentieth… I'm fighting not for myself but for someone else.
Orson: May God have mercy upon our souls.
Blayze tightens his coat and walks out of frame as Orson follows. The camera pans down and we see the rose laid in front of the tombstone. We focus on the rose as we fade to black.
