Post by Jacob Wade on May 1, 2008 0:48:17 GMT -5
Cant Sleep
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Scene: The scene opens up in the backstage area. A door is seen open with a black light shining purple into the hallway. The unmistakable voice of Samuel L. Jackson is heard yelling from the room. Claira is seen walking down the hall, she stops trying to figure out where the voice is coming from. She walks slowly until she finds the open locker room. She walks in and finds Ninja lying on his bed, with his eyes glued to the television screen, watching Pulp Fiction. She takes a seat next to him on the bed.
Claira: So, how are you doing?
Ninja: Okay I guess. My head is still ringing, a man can only take so many chair shots.
Scene: Claira grabs the remote and turns the volume down on the TV. She puts the remote down next to her.
Claira: Have you been to sleep yet?
Ninja: Not really. I woke up, and didn’t do a damn thing today. I basically sat here all day watching movies. I am doing my best to relax. I cant though. Everything is bothering me. I have what happened to you on my mind, constantly. I have it burned into my eyes, and it sucks so bad. Not only is that staying with me, I also have this constant ring to remind me that Elliot, once again, had to mess with me when I was defenseless. Its just getting old you know. He always finds a way to mess with me, and it just needs to stop. How many different times have you seen me cheap shot him? Maybe once, depending on what you count as cheap shot. How many times has he attacked me? Its insane…and it needs to end. Whenever I see his face, hear his name or anything my blood starts to boil. In a way I am scared of what I might do Sunday. No one has ever pushed me this far before. All the dope in the world cant numb him for the beating that I have a feeling I will dish out on him come Sunday.
Claira: So, you are confident and ready?
Ninja: I have been confident and ready, I just keep being a victim of his unfairness that he likes to use on me. If its truly one on one, then I have nothing to worry about. But how can I trust that it will be like that? I have heard that story a thousand times. He can claim it will be one on one, but with his track record, I really doubt it. I am hoping the fellow Saints will be paying attention, cause I am sure the Club of Suicides already has a plan to attack me. Its tough to stay focused when at any second some lame ass could come up behind me and give Burress an advantage. It has happened before, and I am almost positive it will happen again.
Claira: Maybe that’s what he is looking for out of you. For you to be paranoid. If he knows you will be watching your back, that’s an automatic advantage to him.
Ninja: You could be right. Be he is probably too stupid to try to pull that on me. I mean, look at his past, the Southern Pistols had his number at one point…so he isn’t that hard to see past.
Claira: Have you seen him on TV lately?
Ninja: Last time I saw him on 24/7 was when he was with that groupie. Talking about how she wants to be trained by him and all that junk. It was quite pathetic to watch her beg like a dog for scraps from the table. If she wants training by Elliot, all she needs to do is find a group of people to fight her battles for her, and training done. Am I the bad guy because I don’t have my buds come down and beat the hell out of Burress? I am starting to feel like I am. Maybe I need to start using stupid, unfair tactics to win against him. Or, I can just keep doing what I have been doing. Going in and kicking ass, getting my hand raised, and listen to the people all around the world chant my name. Chant the ones they love, and came here for. When this is all said and done, Elliot will have different views than what he does now. Tyler will have to find another bitch boy with his beliefs, after Sunday, Elliot will believe in a god of some sort. And that God will be standing above him looking down on him. Looking right into his eyes, enjoying the fail written all over his face. When that hand comes down for the count of three, I will stand up, walk away, and not even give him a look back as he will be trying to get on his feet.
Claira: That sounds, kind of scary there Buddy…
Ninja: Yeah, well…he sucks, and I have had enough of him. I will stop at nothing until this is all over.
Scene: Ninja goes back to watching TV as the camera starts to pan out. The two just sit on the bed as the camera fades to black.
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Scene: The scene opens up in the backstage area. A door is seen open with a black light shining purple into the hallway. The unmistakable voice of Samuel L. Jackson is heard yelling from the room. Claira is seen walking down the hall, she stops trying to figure out where the voice is coming from. She walks slowly until she finds the open locker room. She walks in and finds Ninja lying on his bed, with his eyes glued to the television screen, watching Pulp Fiction. She takes a seat next to him on the bed.
Claira: So, how are you doing?
Ninja: Okay I guess. My head is still ringing, a man can only take so many chair shots.
Scene: Claira grabs the remote and turns the volume down on the TV. She puts the remote down next to her.
Claira: Have you been to sleep yet?
Ninja: Not really. I woke up, and didn’t do a damn thing today. I basically sat here all day watching movies. I am doing my best to relax. I cant though. Everything is bothering me. I have what happened to you on my mind, constantly. I have it burned into my eyes, and it sucks so bad. Not only is that staying with me, I also have this constant ring to remind me that Elliot, once again, had to mess with me when I was defenseless. Its just getting old you know. He always finds a way to mess with me, and it just needs to stop. How many different times have you seen me cheap shot him? Maybe once, depending on what you count as cheap shot. How many times has he attacked me? Its insane…and it needs to end. Whenever I see his face, hear his name or anything my blood starts to boil. In a way I am scared of what I might do Sunday. No one has ever pushed me this far before. All the dope in the world cant numb him for the beating that I have a feeling I will dish out on him come Sunday.
Claira: So, you are confident and ready?
Ninja: I have been confident and ready, I just keep being a victim of his unfairness that he likes to use on me. If its truly one on one, then I have nothing to worry about. But how can I trust that it will be like that? I have heard that story a thousand times. He can claim it will be one on one, but with his track record, I really doubt it. I am hoping the fellow Saints will be paying attention, cause I am sure the Club of Suicides already has a plan to attack me. Its tough to stay focused when at any second some lame ass could come up behind me and give Burress an advantage. It has happened before, and I am almost positive it will happen again.
Claira: Maybe that’s what he is looking for out of you. For you to be paranoid. If he knows you will be watching your back, that’s an automatic advantage to him.
Ninja: You could be right. Be he is probably too stupid to try to pull that on me. I mean, look at his past, the Southern Pistols had his number at one point…so he isn’t that hard to see past.
Claira: Have you seen him on TV lately?
Ninja: Last time I saw him on 24/7 was when he was with that groupie. Talking about how she wants to be trained by him and all that junk. It was quite pathetic to watch her beg like a dog for scraps from the table. If she wants training by Elliot, all she needs to do is find a group of people to fight her battles for her, and training done. Am I the bad guy because I don’t have my buds come down and beat the hell out of Burress? I am starting to feel like I am. Maybe I need to start using stupid, unfair tactics to win against him. Or, I can just keep doing what I have been doing. Going in and kicking ass, getting my hand raised, and listen to the people all around the world chant my name. Chant the ones they love, and came here for. When this is all said and done, Elliot will have different views than what he does now. Tyler will have to find another bitch boy with his beliefs, after Sunday, Elliot will believe in a god of some sort. And that God will be standing above him looking down on him. Looking right into his eyes, enjoying the fail written all over his face. When that hand comes down for the count of three, I will stand up, walk away, and not even give him a look back as he will be trying to get on his feet.
Claira: That sounds, kind of scary there Buddy…
Ninja: Yeah, well…he sucks, and I have had enough of him. I will stop at nothing until this is all over.
Scene: Ninja goes back to watching TV as the camera starts to pan out. The two just sit on the bed as the camera fades to black.
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