Post by Ian Echo on Mar 22, 2015 22:46:27 GMT -5
THE COMMUNITY OF MADRONA – SEATTLE, WASHINGTON – 22:30 – MARCH 21, 2015
The scene opens up outside the home of Jack Owyns, and his love Holland Blue. All lights inside the house are turned off, except one light coming from inside the bedroom of the two. Outside the window, sitting perched inside the tree that towers the home, we find “Wrestletown” director of the hardcore division Ian Echo, and his new assistant Oddball.
IAN ECHO
Why are we in a tree?
ODDBALL
Question is – Why aren’t we in a tree?
IAN ECHO
Huh?
ODDBALL
SSHHH! Never mind. She’s coming out.
IAN ECHO
Who?
Oddball points inside the home; Ian Echo follows his finger and looks inside. Inside the home, we find Miss Holland Blue, dressed only in a pair of pink underwear; breast exposed; drying her blond hair with a white towel. Both men sit in the tree in awe.
IAN ECHO
Who – Who is that?
Ian Echo’s eyes were glued on Holland Blue, who hadn’t noticed the pair in the tree watching her.
ODDBALL
She’s my lo—
Oddball fell out of the tree, landing back first on the grass below. Ian Echo paid no attention, more fixated on the beauty in front of him, then his friend Oddball who was gasping for air on the ground below.
VOICE
Get a fuckin’ good look motherfucker!
Ian Echo jumped, almost launching himself from the tree as he grabbed and held onto a branch. He turned towards the voice – Lights out.
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OUTSIDE CITY LIMITS – SEATTLE, WASHINGTON – 23:30 – MARCH 21, 2015
Jack Owyns leans half out the window of his car, driving no faster than 10 MPH. In his left hand is a half empty whiskey bottle. Behind him follow; both Ian Echo and Oddball, who find themselves being dragged along with a rope, which is tied with a noose around their throat. Also, both men have their hands tied together behind their backs with a combination of colorful zip-ties. Jack Owyns takes a swig of his alcohol beverage before looking back, not taking his foot off the gas.
JACK OWYNS
I fuckin’ warned you. Not once; not fuckin’ twice – A FUCKIN’ hundred times motherfucker. And what do you do Oddball.
ODDBALL
I do it, anyways.
JACK OWYNS
YES! You, fuckin’ do it anyways, but this time, this fuckin’ time what do you do? Brings a fuckin’ audience.
ODDBALL
Jack.
JACK OWYNS
Do not fuckin’ Jack me?
Jack foot applied pressure to the gas, as the needle on the spedometer started climbing. Ian Echo and Oddball picked up their jog, almost in full sprint to keep themselves caught up to the car. Jack took his foot off the gas pedal and slammed it onto the brake pedal, both men slammed face first into the trunk of the car. Jack returned his foot onto the gas pedal and began dragging both men down the road by their necks. The noose around their necks tightened.
IAN ECHO
STOP!
JACK OWYNS
Did you say fuckin’ FASTER!
IAN ECHO
NO!
Jack Owyns slammed on the gas, and then moved his foot and hit the brake pedal. He put the car in reverse and backed up. Stopping inches with his rear tire from Oddballs face. Jack put the car in park and turned the ignition off. He opened the door and climbed out and walked back to the duo that had been spying on his Blue an hour prior to this.
JACK OWYNS
What oh fuckin’ what, should I do with you two huh? Scoop your fuckin’ eyes out with these two fingers, and the shove them—
IAN ECHO
I’M IAN ECHO!
ODDBALL
HE’S TREV ECHO SON!
Jack Owyns looked back and forth between Ian Echo and Oddball. He then set his sights on Oddball.
JACK OWYNS
So?
Jack Owyns then looks over at Ian Echo
JACK OWYNS
I hated your fuckin’ father – I’m glad he’s fuckin’ dead. So what? You fuckin’ here to get revenge in your fathers fuckin’ name?
IAN ECHO
Revenge?
ODDBALL
NO! He’s here to offer you a job?
JACK OWYNS
A job?
IAN ECHO
Yes, a job. I’m the new director of the hardcore division over in Wrestletown; you’ve probably have heard of them—
JACK OWYNS
Nope.
ODDBALL
It’s the next best thing. It’s going to be huge; it’s—
JACK OWYNS
I don’t fuckin’ care; I’m not interested.
IAN ECHO
But you haven’t even heard my pitch.
JACK OWYNS
I don’t fuckin’ care.
Ian Echo looks over at Oddball, seeing if he had any other tricks up his sleeve. Oddball smiled.
ODDBALL
Carter Hayes is there.
JACK OWYNS
Sign me fuckin’ up.
IAN ECHO
Sign you up?
JACK OWYNS
Did I fuckin' stutter -- SIGN ME UP!
Jack Owyns popped the trunk of his car and untied the ropes to the weights that he had tied the ropes too. He slammed the trunk shut, after tossing the ropes at Ian Echo and Oddball. Jack turned and got back into his car, starting it up.
ODDBALL
Are you just going to leave us out here?
JACK OWYNS
YEP!
Jack slammed his foot onto the gas, and the wheels spun out as he left Ian Echo and Oddball in a cloud of smoke.
Ian Echo coughed, as he looked over at Oddball.
ODDBALL
Once you get to know him – Great guy.
Oddball smiled
FADE TO BLACK
