| Subject: Promises..... |
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Date Posted: 22:00:34 01/10/02 Thu
The scene opens up inside the back of a nicely leather decorated sedan. Mystic is sitting in the passenger side of the front seat while another man is sitting in the drivers seat, though we can't see his face. Mystic is sits there quietly staring out the window. All that is heard in the vehicle is the radio playing, which is broken up after a few moments by the mystery driver.
Driver: Yo Mystic, uh you gonna sit there and stare all night or what?
Mystic: What? Oh sorry. My mind sorta preoccupied at the moment.
Driver: With that Taylor guy, hey don't worry about him. You'll have all the time in the world on kickin his ass tomorrow night. Right now we have more important and fun things to do.
Mystic: Yeah your right. Tonight I think I gonna take out a little bit more of my frustration. You know, letting of some steam is very healthy.
Driver: Yeah I know. Say about this Taylor guy. Why are you so worried about him. He's a nobody. Bout like this guy we're gonna meet later on tonight.
Mystic: That's where your wrong. He's a true competitor. I know that I can beat him, but then again he is one of the greatest wrestlers in the fed. He's the best Intercontinental champ of all time. Wanting to face him so that I can beat him means everything to me. Ignoring his ability, suicidal.
Driver: I see, so what is your plan for tomorrow night? I mean, you just can't go into a match without a plan.
Mystic: Haha, you actually think I have a plan. As long as you've known me you know that I don't ever make up plans. I go by the fly, reacting on the spur of the moment. As for tomorrow, just beating on Taylor is my plan.
Driver: So you still completely pissed at him?
Mystic: Hell yeah. I never costed him a match. His guy just no showed. Him, well he costs me a shot at being the Windy City Champ. I had gold staring me in the face, and this guy comes down to the ring and attacks me all the way to the back keeping me from gaining the prize. I don't care what it takes, he will pay for costing me the title. That is a promise. One that I will definitely follow through with.
Driver: Good for you. Hey look we're here.
The driver pulls in to a laundry mat and puts the car in park. Mystic reaches into the back of the car and pulls out a bat. He goes to open the door, but is stopped by the driver.
Driver: Hey, while your in there, just think that the guy is Taylor ok.
Mystic grows a huge evil grin before opening the door and getting out. The scene shifts inside the laundry mat with a man who looks like he is barely making it by, sitting there waiting for his clothes to finish up. The door then opens and Mystic enters the room with the bat tucked away inside his coat. He walks down the aisle straight to the man.
Mystic: Do you have the money?
Guy: What money?
Mystic: You know what money. The boss wants his money now.
Guy: I don't have any money. I don't even have enough to do all my clothes, much less pay your boss for the rent.
Mystic: Oh well, too bad for you.
Without another word Mystic pulls out his bat and nails the guy in the chest with it. A nearby man drying his clothes sees this and runs to help the poor guy, but recieves a bat to the gut, then across the back of his neck, knocking the man out cold. Mystic again turn his attention to the initial guy, who is now trying to crawl out of the front door. Mystic chuckles at the guy and puts his bat up. He walks over to the guy and picks him up.
Mystic: Here let me help you out.
The scene changes back to inside the car looking out of the front window at the laundry mat. Suddenly the front window of the building shatters as the guy is sent through it and lands on the outside. Mystic is seen jumping out of the window after him and grabs the guy up off the ground. He opens up the back of the car and throws him into it, then gets into the car himself. The scene begins to fade as we hear both Mystic and the driver talking.
Driver: Feel better?
Mystic: Little bit, but I won't feel better until after tomorrow.
scene fades
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