Post by Tommy "Southpaw" O'Malley on Jul 3, 2008 17:10:34 GMT -5
~Open Scene
The room appears to be an egg-shell white with empty walls with only one Tommy O'Malley in-focus. Tommy is in his jeans, a green and white Trinity Bay Training t-shirt, and black boots. He's standing and smoking a cigarette as the camera over-adjusts and the screen goes out-of-focus, and then back to a clear picture. The fluorescent lights above and the faint glow from the draw of the cigarette struggle for attention. Suddenly the screen goes dark and "Highlights" from the most-recent television promo from Raymond "Kingpin" Jones plays as a super-imposed video over Tommy's silhouette now darkened with only the glow of the cigarrette definable.
The video is quickly over witht he darkness remaining. A low-power light from somewhere above betrays Tommy's figure and movement now. A wave of smoke rolls through the dim lighting like fog.
Tommy "Southpaw" O'Malley: You thought it would be easier, didn't you Ray?
You thought, "Why not work the TWD like I've worked every other fed."
I'll make sure I have a few feckin' chicken-headed blokes to pull my ass out of my head when I've fecked myself by getting in the ring with a REAL fighter. Too late, Ray, too late. You've been exposed a yella-belly without real balls to finish the job 'yaself. Hell, I was suprised two weeks after our "fight" you didn't need to call in your peons to help you against your jobber opponent.
Tommy pauses to lift the cigarette to his mouth. He inhales and then it appears he exhales out his nose.
Tommy "Southpaw" O'Malley: I'll venture to say none of your band of skirts can stay out of the ring when one of your own is fighting on his own hind legs, can ye? Well, I'll tell all of ya's somethin': You want a shot at me, come and get it. I ain't scared of taking all four of ye on at the same time--hell, thats what I'll be doing anyway any time we got a fight scheduled. We might as well make it official since thats the only way I can get you feckers to fight fair.
See you have me all flustered, Ray.
Ray, I don't like to be flustered.
Tommy drops his head, the light allowing only the outline of his figure to be seen. His head rises again, and a long drag on the cigarette later, the screen goes dark.
Tommy "Southpaw" O'Malley: Sampson Steele, I'm ready for you and yer army too.
The sight of only an orange glow in the darkness quickly is extinguished in many sparks as the cigarette it is hurled directly at the camera lens and then again the screen goes dark.
End Scene~
The room appears to be an egg-shell white with empty walls with only one Tommy O'Malley in-focus. Tommy is in his jeans, a green and white Trinity Bay Training t-shirt, and black boots. He's standing and smoking a cigarette as the camera over-adjusts and the screen goes out-of-focus, and then back to a clear picture. The fluorescent lights above and the faint glow from the draw of the cigarette struggle for attention. Suddenly the screen goes dark and "Highlights" from the most-recent television promo from Raymond "Kingpin" Jones plays as a super-imposed video over Tommy's silhouette now darkened with only the glow of the cigarrette definable.
The video is quickly over witht he darkness remaining. A low-power light from somewhere above betrays Tommy's figure and movement now. A wave of smoke rolls through the dim lighting like fog.
Tommy "Southpaw" O'Malley: You thought it would be easier, didn't you Ray?
You thought, "Why not work the TWD like I've worked every other fed."
I'll make sure I have a few feckin' chicken-headed blokes to pull my ass out of my head when I've fecked myself by getting in the ring with a REAL fighter. Too late, Ray, too late. You've been exposed a yella-belly without real balls to finish the job 'yaself. Hell, I was suprised two weeks after our "fight" you didn't need to call in your peons to help you against your jobber opponent.
Tommy pauses to lift the cigarette to his mouth. He inhales and then it appears he exhales out his nose.
Tommy "Southpaw" O'Malley: I'll venture to say none of your band of skirts can stay out of the ring when one of your own is fighting on his own hind legs, can ye? Well, I'll tell all of ya's somethin': You want a shot at me, come and get it. I ain't scared of taking all four of ye on at the same time--hell, thats what I'll be doing anyway any time we got a fight scheduled. We might as well make it official since thats the only way I can get you feckers to fight fair.
See you have me all flustered, Ray.
Ray, I don't like to be flustered.
Tommy drops his head, the light allowing only the outline of his figure to be seen. His head rises again, and a long drag on the cigarette later, the screen goes dark.
Tommy "Southpaw" O'Malley: Sampson Steele, I'm ready for you and yer army too.
The sight of only an orange glow in the darkness quickly is extinguished in many sparks as the cigarette it is hurled directly at the camera lens and then again the screen goes dark.
End Scene~