Post by Tommy "Southpaw" O'Malley on Aug 2, 2008 11:11:12 GMT -5
~Open Scene
The scene opens to a urban city street. A car and van pass bye as the camera pans to a storfront and its signage. The front store sign reads "Trinity Bay Training". The camera man steadies the camera as the screen shakes to and fro from walking across the street to approach thte sidewalk directly in front of the training facility. Former camerman and aspiring video-journalist for the Brent Kersh Invitational, LLC, Tim Hellar emerges from a bakery adjacent to "TBT" holding a BKI embroidered microphone in his left hand and what appears to be a coffee in his right hand and a large donut in his mouth. He nods at the camera man and slouches at ease, not realizing the camera is on.
He begins a non-chalant diatribe with a bear-claw, half eaten in his right inside cheek.
Tim Hellar: Late August and its searing at 9am in the morning. This is the best donut I've had in Eastern Houston. Where the hell is Tommy? You going to the Astros-Dodgers game tonight? Berkman is the only guy worth a damn since Bagwell was in his...
Tim's rant is interrupted by a young latino boy opening the front door to TBT with a towel drapped over his head, a red gym bag, and his gym shoes tied together by the laces and drapped over his right shoulder. Following him is one Tommy O'Malley, with dark-rimmed sunglasses and a White soccer-style jersey with orange stripes and green lettering featuring the Irish National team's logo and pattern and jeans and boots.
Tommy "Southpaw" O'Malley: Luis, don't forget to practice your grapple techniques and the adjustments we talked about. I'll see you at the high school in a few hours.
Tommy turns his head slightly in front of the bakery to catch Tim with a mouth full of donut and smiles. The camera man walks close as Tim drops his coffee trying to prepare and look sdown in dismay.
Tim Hellar: Damn it to hell! I just got these pants dry-cleaned.
Tommy walks over to the rather young and round reporter and smiles at the camera. He reaches in his pocket and produces a pack of Marlboro Reds, and shimies a cig to stick out and then removes it with his lips while Tim complains and wipes his pant leg off. Tommy lights a cig and looks up and Tim collects himselfand looks at the camera.
Tim Hellar: Alright, lets roll. What? Its rolling? What the? Do you know how to work a camera? Why does this always happen to me. I'll have to edit all this out...er...Tim Hellar here for the Brent Kersh Invitational with none other than the reigning BKI Tournament Champion, Tommy "Southpaw" O'Malley. Southpaw, its been a long road from boxing and wrestling underground in the slums of Dublin, Ireland to the success in professional wreslting here in the United States, and here you are, an established contender for the title.
Tommy takes a long drag on the cigarette, and then blows it in Tim's face, then replies in a thick Dublin accent:
Tommy "Southpaw" O'Malley: Tim, if you talk about the Emerald Isle like that again, I'll cut off your nut-sack and feed it to ye.
Tim coughes and struggles to see through the smoke and then nervously continues.
Tim Hellar: Tommy, you are the unofficial front-runner for the title. No one can deny that. How do you feel about the tournament style of determining the first TWD Champion?
Tommy rests the cig on his lips and starts talking with the cigarette loosely hanging on.
Tommy "Southpaw" O'Malley: Appropriate, dear Timmy. I like competition to decide the strongest, and da best. The Brent Kersh Invitational brought out the best in a lot of feckers last year. I'm glad to see the same bloakes from last year's final in the tournament. Katu Tui can kick some arse, and I don't wish to put a good horse down, but I will if I have ta'. Katu Tui has been a pillar in the BKI last year and a foundation for this fed since it's beginin'. Raymond Jones has a pipe dream of infamy and has already attained it by being an arse in the largest sense. If I don'tget another fair shot at Kingpin this year, I'll be disappointed to say the least. If there's a more over-rated fighter int he BKI, its RAy. He's dangerous, yeah. Especially with his little posse. One on one, though, I know I can take him--again.
Tim raises his eyebrows and looks directly and cheesily at the camera.
Tim Hellar: Tommy has declared war on Juggernaught Enterprises! This is breaking news!
Tommy's jaw drops as he looks at Tim.
Tommy "southpaw" O'Malley: Tim, I hate to break it to ye, but its been war with them from day one. Where have ye been? Maybe I should move this here interview along. Katu Tui WILL mop the floor with Eno Redrum--and that, dear Tim IS A FACT! Eno is a supposed dark horse for this tournament--that I don't buy. Eno is probably the most talented of Juggernaught Ent., as well as feared by his own brethren--because he's a loose canon. Katu Tui, on the other hand can beat any JENT cronie any day of the week. As a matter of fact, Jahmon Rastafari or even Motu could take any of the JENT boys to town. Hell, I'd love to see a Ray Jones-Katu Tui fight for entertainment. I think I'm a bit envious of Katu. He's got the best challenge in the BKI this round. Which leads me to poor Tanaka. I'm up to the challenge, Hiro. I'm up to kicking your Asian arse all over the place. I know you have your roots in warrior tradition and the art of battle doesn't escape you. Defeat doesn't escape you this week either. I'm looking forward to a challenge, but I doubt I'll find one next Saturday.
Tim tries to gather himself for one last question.
Tommy interrupts him.
Tommy "Southpaw" O'Malley: I've got stuff to do, Timmy. I'm bulding the apartment above the gym into a bar--you're welcome to be the first patron. I have some Jameson 1980 that will restart your bastard day for ye, Timmy. Joe, I'm sure you could use a dose o' God's medicine too.
Tommy smiles at Joe Gammons, the camera man. The Scene fades to the Beach City, TX sidewalk and storefront view of Trinity Bay Training.
End Scene~
The scene opens to a urban city street. A car and van pass bye as the camera pans to a storfront and its signage. The front store sign reads "Trinity Bay Training". The camera man steadies the camera as the screen shakes to and fro from walking across the street to approach thte sidewalk directly in front of the training facility. Former camerman and aspiring video-journalist for the Brent Kersh Invitational, LLC, Tim Hellar emerges from a bakery adjacent to "TBT" holding a BKI embroidered microphone in his left hand and what appears to be a coffee in his right hand and a large donut in his mouth. He nods at the camera man and slouches at ease, not realizing the camera is on.
He begins a non-chalant diatribe with a bear-claw, half eaten in his right inside cheek.
Tim Hellar: Late August and its searing at 9am in the morning. This is the best donut I've had in Eastern Houston. Where the hell is Tommy? You going to the Astros-Dodgers game tonight? Berkman is the only guy worth a damn since Bagwell was in his...
Tim's rant is interrupted by a young latino boy opening the front door to TBT with a towel drapped over his head, a red gym bag, and his gym shoes tied together by the laces and drapped over his right shoulder. Following him is one Tommy O'Malley, with dark-rimmed sunglasses and a White soccer-style jersey with orange stripes and green lettering featuring the Irish National team's logo and pattern and jeans and boots.
Tommy "Southpaw" O'Malley: Luis, don't forget to practice your grapple techniques and the adjustments we talked about. I'll see you at the high school in a few hours.
Tommy turns his head slightly in front of the bakery to catch Tim with a mouth full of donut and smiles. The camera man walks close as Tim drops his coffee trying to prepare and look sdown in dismay.
Tim Hellar: Damn it to hell! I just got these pants dry-cleaned.
Tommy walks over to the rather young and round reporter and smiles at the camera. He reaches in his pocket and produces a pack of Marlboro Reds, and shimies a cig to stick out and then removes it with his lips while Tim complains and wipes his pant leg off. Tommy lights a cig and looks up and Tim collects himselfand looks at the camera.
Tim Hellar: Alright, lets roll. What? Its rolling? What the? Do you know how to work a camera? Why does this always happen to me. I'll have to edit all this out...er...Tim Hellar here for the Brent Kersh Invitational with none other than the reigning BKI Tournament Champion, Tommy "Southpaw" O'Malley. Southpaw, its been a long road from boxing and wrestling underground in the slums of Dublin, Ireland to the success in professional wreslting here in the United States, and here you are, an established contender for the title.
Tommy takes a long drag on the cigarette, and then blows it in Tim's face, then replies in a thick Dublin accent:
Tommy "Southpaw" O'Malley: Tim, if you talk about the Emerald Isle like that again, I'll cut off your nut-sack and feed it to ye.
Tim coughes and struggles to see through the smoke and then nervously continues.
Tim Hellar: Tommy, you are the unofficial front-runner for the title. No one can deny that. How do you feel about the tournament style of determining the first TWD Champion?
Tommy rests the cig on his lips and starts talking with the cigarette loosely hanging on.
Tommy "Southpaw" O'Malley: Appropriate, dear Timmy. I like competition to decide the strongest, and da best. The Brent Kersh Invitational brought out the best in a lot of feckers last year. I'm glad to see the same bloakes from last year's final in the tournament. Katu Tui can kick some arse, and I don't wish to put a good horse down, but I will if I have ta'. Katu Tui has been a pillar in the BKI last year and a foundation for this fed since it's beginin'. Raymond Jones has a pipe dream of infamy and has already attained it by being an arse in the largest sense. If I don'tget another fair shot at Kingpin this year, I'll be disappointed to say the least. If there's a more over-rated fighter int he BKI, its RAy. He's dangerous, yeah. Especially with his little posse. One on one, though, I know I can take him--again.
Tim raises his eyebrows and looks directly and cheesily at the camera.
Tim Hellar: Tommy has declared war on Juggernaught Enterprises! This is breaking news!
Tommy's jaw drops as he looks at Tim.
Tommy "southpaw" O'Malley: Tim, I hate to break it to ye, but its been war with them from day one. Where have ye been? Maybe I should move this here interview along. Katu Tui WILL mop the floor with Eno Redrum--and that, dear Tim IS A FACT! Eno is a supposed dark horse for this tournament--that I don't buy. Eno is probably the most talented of Juggernaught Ent., as well as feared by his own brethren--because he's a loose canon. Katu Tui, on the other hand can beat any JENT cronie any day of the week. As a matter of fact, Jahmon Rastafari or even Motu could take any of the JENT boys to town. Hell, I'd love to see a Ray Jones-Katu Tui fight for entertainment. I think I'm a bit envious of Katu. He's got the best challenge in the BKI this round. Which leads me to poor Tanaka. I'm up to the challenge, Hiro. I'm up to kicking your Asian arse all over the place. I know you have your roots in warrior tradition and the art of battle doesn't escape you. Defeat doesn't escape you this week either. I'm looking forward to a challenge, but I doubt I'll find one next Saturday.
Tim tries to gather himself for one last question.
Tommy interrupts him.
Tommy "Southpaw" O'Malley: I've got stuff to do, Timmy. I'm bulding the apartment above the gym into a bar--you're welcome to be the first patron. I have some Jameson 1980 that will restart your bastard day for ye, Timmy. Joe, I'm sure you could use a dose o' God's medicine too.
Tommy smiles at Joe Gammons, the camera man. The Scene fades to the Beach City, TX sidewalk and storefront view of Trinity Bay Training.
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