Post by "Scorpion" Steve Dackle on Aug 24, 2017 13:43:22 GMT -6
The camera cuts in from a commercial onto a low watt light bulb hanging from a single electrical cord. The light bulb begins to sway. As the camera slowly pans down, the silhouette of a man in a wooden chair casts an eerie shadow that comes and goes in the light’s movement. A strong voice is soon heard from the silhouette.
Five years…For five long years, I was in a room like this. The silence was my only friend. The fleeting light through the cracks of my cell were the only things that told me what time, or better yet, what day it was.
The silhouette rises and turns around. The shine the light casts off a hairless head is almost as bright as the light bulb itself. The man sits reverse in the chair with his chest against the furniture’s back. His wife beater is dingy. The stubble on his face shows a lack of care for his appearance. Cracks and pops are heard, unknown if the old wooden chair is breaking the silence or the joints of the man.
I was liberated and sent home. They told me I couldn’t serve no more. I was angry. I was violent. I needed an outlet. I needed something to do to channel the demons that were beaten into me.
He rises from his chair. A swift kick knocks the chair aside.
I am here to exorcise those demons. No one is safe. No one can stop me. Anyone in my way will feel the wrath, will feel the pain of a thousand deaths. I am the Scorpion. I will end you.
A voice is heard. This one is different, a higher pitch. It was that of a younger man. A single word is said.
Viola
The man’s demeanor changes. The intensity is gone from his eyes. His slightly hunched over stance is now fully straight and relaxed. A smile creeps over his face. He walks out of the light and flips a switch. The room is suddenly illuminated brightly. Mahogany bookcases line the walls. A well made wooden desk dominates the room. Behind the desk is one of the most comfortable looking chairs you have ever seen. The man, now sits on the edge of the desk. His voice not as gravely. His overall demeanor is changed completely.
Hi Folks. My Name is Steven D. Dackle. For those of you who don’t know who I am, I am a real estate magnate, the richest man y’all ever seen, and one helluva guy. Ya see, I have come to the I See Dubya because, well, to be frank with ya, I am bored.
It gets a little dull when you are as successful as I am. I mean, no one does what I do as well as I do it. Y’all are looking at one of the smartest men in the game today.
Nah, I coulda easily bought the I See Dubya. I have enough money that I coulda owned the entire eendustry. But where’s the fun in that?
Nah, I am gunna come in here and use my superior intellect and muscular brain and dominate. As you can see, I ain’t no small man, and I know how to fight. And whatever I can’t get with these here fists, I am gunna just buy.
Like me or not, I ain’t here to make no friends. I just here to kick a lil ass for the basic downtrodden millionaire. And that, you can take to da bank.
The camera focuses in on the smile of Mr. Dackle as the next promo begins.
Five years…For five long years, I was in a room like this. The silence was my only friend. The fleeting light through the cracks of my cell were the only things that told me what time, or better yet, what day it was.
The silhouette rises and turns around. The shine the light casts off a hairless head is almost as bright as the light bulb itself. The man sits reverse in the chair with his chest against the furniture’s back. His wife beater is dingy. The stubble on his face shows a lack of care for his appearance. Cracks and pops are heard, unknown if the old wooden chair is breaking the silence or the joints of the man.
I was liberated and sent home. They told me I couldn’t serve no more. I was angry. I was violent. I needed an outlet. I needed something to do to channel the demons that were beaten into me.
He rises from his chair. A swift kick knocks the chair aside.
I am here to exorcise those demons. No one is safe. No one can stop me. Anyone in my way will feel the wrath, will feel the pain of a thousand deaths. I am the Scorpion. I will end you.
A voice is heard. This one is different, a higher pitch. It was that of a younger man. A single word is said.
Viola
The man’s demeanor changes. The intensity is gone from his eyes. His slightly hunched over stance is now fully straight and relaxed. A smile creeps over his face. He walks out of the light and flips a switch. The room is suddenly illuminated brightly. Mahogany bookcases line the walls. A well made wooden desk dominates the room. Behind the desk is one of the most comfortable looking chairs you have ever seen. The man, now sits on the edge of the desk. His voice not as gravely. His overall demeanor is changed completely.
Hi Folks. My Name is Steven D. Dackle. For those of you who don’t know who I am, I am a real estate magnate, the richest man y’all ever seen, and one helluva guy. Ya see, I have come to the I See Dubya because, well, to be frank with ya, I am bored.
It gets a little dull when you are as successful as I am. I mean, no one does what I do as well as I do it. Y’all are looking at one of the smartest men in the game today.
Nah, I coulda easily bought the I See Dubya. I have enough money that I coulda owned the entire eendustry. But where’s the fun in that?
Nah, I am gunna come in here and use my superior intellect and muscular brain and dominate. As you can see, I ain’t no small man, and I know how to fight. And whatever I can’t get with these here fists, I am gunna just buy.
Like me or not, I ain’t here to make no friends. I just here to kick a lil ass for the basic downtrodden millionaire. And that, you can take to da bank.
The camera focuses in on the smile of Mr. Dackle as the next promo begins.