Post by metropolis on Nov 9, 2012 13:54:34 GMT -5
11: 43 pm. The scene opens to a bridge just outside of a nearby city. In the background strange ominous jazz music begins to play as fog begins to swirl around d the bridge. Out of the fog, two headlamps shine out and we hear the sound of a car's engine as it drives towards the camera.
Out of the fog a black, armor plated car that seems to have been plucked straight from the godfather drives forward. In the back is a shadowy figure who we see only in shadow, smoking. Eventually the car stops on the bridge. Two large figures in black pinstripe and Grey feds come out of the front seats. They look like gorillas more than they do actual men. The two silently walk over to the back and open the door. as they do, we see the occupant from within. He is a large man in a red pinstripe suit and fedora. He wears black shoes as well as a black mask on his face. With a grim look on his face he snaps his fingers and one of the goons closes the door. he turns to the camera.
OK, I ain't gonna waste time so lemme get this out. The names Metropolis. You can call me Met. And that...
He points back to the distance at the city behind him.
Is Chicago. My kinda town.
Metropolis' face (what we can see of it) looks into the camera as it pans inwards towards it. he smiles and leans casually against the car.
Ya know, I've had my hand stuck in quite a few businesses in my life. Thing is, business is like drugs. Once ya start, you're always lookin for ya next buzz. With me, I'm willin' to fight for it. Nothin' goes on in the east coast unless Big Met is part of it.
Metropolis looks over at one of the goons and holds out a cigarette. Almost instinctively, like a dog the good comes over and lights the cigarette with a match. The masked mobster takes an extra long drag before speaking again.
Then about a few days ago, a few...''friends'' of mine tol' me 'bout this thing called ''Glory n' Honor Wrestlin' '' Now, i ain't too sure about the Honor part. Glory on the other hand...
He lets out a small chuckle.
Anyhow, I figured that if i wanna piece of this pie. I'm gonna have to get involved. Join in, so t' speak. So, I've been doin' a lil trainin and to be honest, i think I've gotten some good results
As he says this, we hear car doors open and the sounds of what sound like chains coupled with the sounds of begging and screaming from an unseen man. The camera stays on Metropolis.
Anyway, it's you're call. You can refuse me if ya want. Many people have due to my ''profession''. But i wouldn't recommend it. After all it'd be a shame if GHW's owner was to have an....accident.
As soon as he finishes this, we hear the man screaming followed by a loud splash from the water below. Metropolis looks back and smiles.
Great work boys.
He turns back to the camera.
GHW, do the right thing, will ya? DON'T end up like THAT guy.
Metropolis grins and nods as the camera fades to black.
Out of the fog a black, armor plated car that seems to have been plucked straight from the godfather drives forward. In the back is a shadowy figure who we see only in shadow, smoking. Eventually the car stops on the bridge. Two large figures in black pinstripe and Grey feds come out of the front seats. They look like gorillas more than they do actual men. The two silently walk over to the back and open the door. as they do, we see the occupant from within. He is a large man in a red pinstripe suit and fedora. He wears black shoes as well as a black mask on his face. With a grim look on his face he snaps his fingers and one of the goons closes the door. he turns to the camera.
OK, I ain't gonna waste time so lemme get this out. The names Metropolis. You can call me Met. And that...
He points back to the distance at the city behind him.
Is Chicago. My kinda town.
Metropolis' face (what we can see of it) looks into the camera as it pans inwards towards it. he smiles and leans casually against the car.
Ya know, I've had my hand stuck in quite a few businesses in my life. Thing is, business is like drugs. Once ya start, you're always lookin for ya next buzz. With me, I'm willin' to fight for it. Nothin' goes on in the east coast unless Big Met is part of it.
Metropolis looks over at one of the goons and holds out a cigarette. Almost instinctively, like a dog the good comes over and lights the cigarette with a match. The masked mobster takes an extra long drag before speaking again.
Then about a few days ago, a few...''friends'' of mine tol' me 'bout this thing called ''Glory n' Honor Wrestlin' '' Now, i ain't too sure about the Honor part. Glory on the other hand...
He lets out a small chuckle.
Anyhow, I figured that if i wanna piece of this pie. I'm gonna have to get involved. Join in, so t' speak. So, I've been doin' a lil trainin and to be honest, i think I've gotten some good results
As he says this, we hear car doors open and the sounds of what sound like chains coupled with the sounds of begging and screaming from an unseen man. The camera stays on Metropolis.
Anyway, it's you're call. You can refuse me if ya want. Many people have due to my ''profession''. But i wouldn't recommend it. After all it'd be a shame if GHW's owner was to have an....accident.
As soon as he finishes this, we hear the man screaming followed by a loud splash from the water below. Metropolis looks back and smiles.
Great work boys.
He turns back to the camera.
GHW, do the right thing, will ya? DON'T end up like THAT guy.
Metropolis grins and nods as the camera fades to black.