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Date Posted: 14:24:04 04/22/03 Tue
Author: Corey
Subject: whoops, messed that up. Try this one instead
In reply to: "The Sentinel" Gabriel Blade 's message, "A Phone Message, continued" on 21:08:38 04/20/03 Sun

(Scene opens with a shot of the interior of "The Sentinel" Gabriel Blade's hotel room. The door swings open and in walks Blade himself. As the door slams shut behind him, he plods slowly into the room. Dressed in dark blue shorts and a light gray sleeveless sweatshirt, Blade is saturated with sweat, and looks to be exhausted in more ways than one. Not one for dwelling on failures, he would never sanction wasting time feeling sorry for himself, he is also not one to do anything in moderation. To say he is a man of strong emotions is a bit of an understatement. When he feels things, he feels them deeply. Sometimes, they're too much for him. If he's not careful, they overwhelm him, consume him. And to say he was rather emotionally invested in the Iron Man tournament would be yet another understatement. Most people would tell you that the Iron Man tournament was not a failure but a victory for him, that he showed the world that he deserves to be counted among the best of the best and that even under questionable circumstances, he fought through enough to earn the silver, not the gold. But to him, though he'd never admit it to the rest of the world, it was not ultimate victory, therefore it was abject failure. It's not something he likes to think about, but it's not something he's had much luck avoiding thinking of either. On top of that, it's seemed that everything has been going against him. Not that anything of real substance has happened, it's just that all the little things have gone wrong, and with them all piled up it's seemed like the whole world is against him. He feels so beaten, so worn that he almost wishes he could just give up. But he can't do that, he can't give up, not now, not ever. And certainly not before he has to face Lee Todd and Brian Thorn in a three way match. God, facing Lee Todd again, another battle against the man he cannot beat. He doesn't know if he can take it much more. But he has to try.)

(Finally making his way over to the bed, he falls down on it, allowing his eyes to close for just a minute. But then he opens his eyes, glancing down to the stand and noticing his cell phone resting there. He's never liked cell phones, never really consider himself a "cell phone guy" or pictured himself with one, but when you live life on the road and are never in the same place for more than a couple of weeks at a time, it just became more convenient to only have one number to give people and not have to send out a new one every week. So now, by necessity, he is a "cell phone guy" and is obligated to check his voice mail when he gets back from his workouts to see if by chance anyone has happened to try to get a hold of him. Picking up the phone, he turns it on, discovering that he does in deed have voice mail. Activating the message, he listens to what is being said.)

SLAMM: Hello Sentinel it's your worst nightmare calling. So how does it feel to be a two time loser at Iron Man, to watch all you work go down the drain in the matter of one match... again! I told you when it was all said and done Curtis Slamm would be the one you haunts your dreams, now didn't I. You may have won the match but not the war, but you'd better believe this is far from over between you and I. When it is all said and done we will meet again and when we do you will remember the name Curtis Slamm as if the mere name strikes fear in your heart, pain at your sides, and a sense of loss unfelt by any other opponent you have ever had.

(Oh God, he really doesn't need this now. He gets enough of this in the ring, he doesn't need people the likes of Slamm harassing him when he's at the hotel...)

SLAMM: Gabe, you there. Gabe, listen man I have a plan to get out. I know you don't trust me from a hole in the ground but remember I could have finished you off and didn't. I need your help, you still believe in helping people right, even ones who haven't been exactly righteous. Call me on my cell phone 555-2354. Please.

(Gabe sighs as the message comes to an end. Why does Slamm have to screw with him like this? Doesn't he have enough on his plate? Slamm's a big boy, he can handle his own messes, and Blade certainly has no reason to feel any sympathy for him, or to trust him for that matter. But still... Slamm's right, he does believe in helping people, even those who maybe haven't earned the help. Does he want to let his circumstances or the likes of Curtis Slamm change something that's so important to who he is? Sighing again, Gabe activates the phone and dials 555-2354, then hits send and waits as the phone starts to ring.)

(Fade To Black)

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