Chazz
08-24-2006, 09:44 PM
Scene opens as we see an country road at night time. We can hear the sounds of the local wildlife, such as the crickets chirping and frog's croaking. We then hear the faint sound of a engine. As the camera pans to the left, we see one headlight coming down the road. As the headlight draws closer, the engine sounds getting louder and louder, we see that it is a person driving a motorcycle....a chopper to be more precise. The camera begins to follow the chopper as the man manuevers it down the stretch of country road at a fast pace. We can't see the man's face due to his helmet and tinted shield covering his eyes. He cranks the handle to give the chopper more gas, increasing his speed. No one else is one the road, and the man begins to drive the chopper down the center of the road. The camera fades and then cuts to the man pulling his chopper up next to a long, white brick wall. The man kicks his kickstand out from under the chopper and the gently lowers the chopper to where the kickstand is now firmly placed on the ground. He turns the engine off and then turns the headlight off. He is still sitting on his bike as he looks around. After about a minute, he dismounts the chopper and then pulls his helmet off. His hair is down to his shoulders, and it is dirty blonde showing signs that it hasn't been washed in a few days. The man has a full beard, and his face seems to show signs of tiredness. Yet when his eyes come in contact with the camera, we learn that it is Mykal Addams. He may look rough and ragged, but his eyes (deep blue as they come) are unmistakable. Mykal sits his helmet on the right handle bar, and then unzips his jacket. The air is cool on this cold February night, and he decides to leave his jacket on. Mykal proceeds to walk up to a gate. He then paused a moment as he sees that the lock on the gate is undone. He takes a deep breath and then proceeds to enter. Once inside, the camera pans out to show that Mykal has entered a graveyard. Mykal walks with a purpose, making his way past many gravesites and tombs. After a few minutes of walking, Mykal stops in front of a gravesite. It is here that he looks down at the tombstone before he falls to his knees. Mykal puts his right hand on the gravestone so we are unable to see who it is Mykal is visiting. He clears his throat and then speaks.
Mykal: I wish you were here.......God knows I need you.
Suddenly, we hear footsteps from behind, but as the camera turns to see who it is, the area is so dark that we can't see. Mykal stops talking and then his body tenses up. He takes a deep breath and exhales slowly. He never once turns around, yet he speaks.
Mykal: Picking locks these days?......that is a new one for you.
Voice from darkness: Nonsense.....I didn't do that. Why would I?
Mykal: I thought the same thing.....thought maybe you were trying to throw me off.
Before the voice speaks, we can tell that it is a female voice, and it is obvious that Mykal regognizes this voice.
Female voice: I don't play games my friend. Besides, we both knew you would come here eventually.
Mykal: (Begins to think hard, as if he is thinking of a memory from long ago) After Mom died, I would go here and visit her grave every night for a couple of hours. I mean....she was alive and well one minute....and then.....WHAM!......drunk driver kills her. I was 19, and she left me everything. I had to grow up fast. One minute I was a college student, and the next, I am in board meetings, calling vendors, going to events to hob nob with higher ups. My life changed that quick, and I wasn't prepared for it. I would sit here and cry my eyes out. I wanted her death to be some sick joke, and that Mom would pop out of this grave alive and well. I didn't want to be a grownup at 19.
Femake voice: (caring and soothingly) Yet....she left it all to you.....she wanted YOU to run things....she wanted YOU to be just as successful as she was. Granted I am willing to bet she never thought you would run the business at 19, but nevertheless, that was the hand that was dealt.
Mykal: (still facing the tombstone) I really don't need to hear that. (Aggitated) Why do people always insist on telling me that?
Female voice: (now aggitated at Mykal) Because you refuse to accept what happened to you. Look at the past three years as an example. Three years ago, you were a main eventer in UCW. You won the hearts of one hundred thousand people in Ireland in your Hell in a Cell match with Ava Bundy. You bled for the fans, and they inreturn help make you into a superstar. And then, at the height of all of that, you walked away. Now granted, you wanted to write your book, but you still left the wrestling business when it was yours to conquer. It was there for the taking Mykal.
Mykal: You see..........
Female voice: (Interrupts Mykal) And then there was the success of your book. New York times number one best seller. Your celebrity status was at an all time high. You proved you could be successful as an business man, as a wrestler, and then as an author. Again, you had the world at you beck and call, and so what do you? You run away....whammo....you disappear like a ghost. You left everything and everyone behind.
Mykal now stands up, but he stills keeps his eyes fixiated on the tombstone of his mother. He closes his eyes for a moment and then finally turns to face the direction where the female voice is coming from. He seems to be thinking of how he wants to respond to the voice, and then he finally speaks.
Mykal: You already know why I did what I did.
Female voice: I do......but now is the time to confront it and move on. You know that this is the reason I am here.
Mykal: (hangs head, and sounds saddened) And then, you'll be gone once this is done.
Female voice: (saddened as well) Yes!.........that is how it has to be Mykal. I wish it could be different.
Mykal: I know.....me too.
TO BE CONTINUED.........
Mykal: I wish you were here.......God knows I need you.
Suddenly, we hear footsteps from behind, but as the camera turns to see who it is, the area is so dark that we can't see. Mykal stops talking and then his body tenses up. He takes a deep breath and exhales slowly. He never once turns around, yet he speaks.
Mykal: Picking locks these days?......that is a new one for you.
Voice from darkness: Nonsense.....I didn't do that. Why would I?
Mykal: I thought the same thing.....thought maybe you were trying to throw me off.
Before the voice speaks, we can tell that it is a female voice, and it is obvious that Mykal regognizes this voice.
Female voice: I don't play games my friend. Besides, we both knew you would come here eventually.
Mykal: (Begins to think hard, as if he is thinking of a memory from long ago) After Mom died, I would go here and visit her grave every night for a couple of hours. I mean....she was alive and well one minute....and then.....WHAM!......drunk driver kills her. I was 19, and she left me everything. I had to grow up fast. One minute I was a college student, and the next, I am in board meetings, calling vendors, going to events to hob nob with higher ups. My life changed that quick, and I wasn't prepared for it. I would sit here and cry my eyes out. I wanted her death to be some sick joke, and that Mom would pop out of this grave alive and well. I didn't want to be a grownup at 19.
Femake voice: (caring and soothingly) Yet....she left it all to you.....she wanted YOU to run things....she wanted YOU to be just as successful as she was. Granted I am willing to bet she never thought you would run the business at 19, but nevertheless, that was the hand that was dealt.
Mykal: (still facing the tombstone) I really don't need to hear that. (Aggitated) Why do people always insist on telling me that?
Female voice: (now aggitated at Mykal) Because you refuse to accept what happened to you. Look at the past three years as an example. Three years ago, you were a main eventer in UCW. You won the hearts of one hundred thousand people in Ireland in your Hell in a Cell match with Ava Bundy. You bled for the fans, and they inreturn help make you into a superstar. And then, at the height of all of that, you walked away. Now granted, you wanted to write your book, but you still left the wrestling business when it was yours to conquer. It was there for the taking Mykal.
Mykal: You see..........
Female voice: (Interrupts Mykal) And then there was the success of your book. New York times number one best seller. Your celebrity status was at an all time high. You proved you could be successful as an business man, as a wrestler, and then as an author. Again, you had the world at you beck and call, and so what do you? You run away....whammo....you disappear like a ghost. You left everything and everyone behind.
Mykal now stands up, but he stills keeps his eyes fixiated on the tombstone of his mother. He closes his eyes for a moment and then finally turns to face the direction where the female voice is coming from. He seems to be thinking of how he wants to respond to the voice, and then he finally speaks.
Mykal: You already know why I did what I did.
Female voice: I do......but now is the time to confront it and move on. You know that this is the reason I am here.
Mykal: (hangs head, and sounds saddened) And then, you'll be gone once this is done.
Female voice: (saddened as well) Yes!.........that is how it has to be Mykal. I wish it could be different.
Mykal: I know.....me too.
TO BE CONTINUED.........