Post by Quickenbosh on Sept 21, 2005 16:40:40 GMT -5
[Fade In]
[Inside a middle class home, just a block away from Wilson Memorial Park, is Shane Quickenbosh. The walls are adorned with pictures of family and friends. The refrigerator door is open, as the hum from the fridge grows louder. The door shuts and Shane Quickenbosh stands up, holding a bottle of juice. He opens the bottle and takes a quick drink. Quickenbosh stands in front of the counter, his microwave resting behind him. To his right is his kitchen stove and directly in front of him , his kitchen sink.]
Quickenbosh:
So I'm an issue, eh? I guess that's a fair description, Dinero. I show up each month, on a planned date and I am never the same.
[Quickenbosh smiles.]
Quickenbosh:
I'm glad there is no hostility, Will. I'm glad you and I share a mutual respect and want nothing more than go out there this Sunday and steal the show. You talk about this match being nothing more than business. I couldn't agree more. You want to win just as badly, as I do. But this Sunday, one of us cannot. One of us will fall. The question is who?
[Quickenbosh reaches over to the stove and turns the front burner on to "HI". He waves his hand over the heating burned to check that it is working properly.]
Quickenbosh:
Make no mistake about it, Will. The spotlight......its something I really could care less about. My goal is to go out there and entertain the fans of Valor. Make sure at the end of the night, each and everyone of them walk away, feeling like they got their money's worth. So if you want to go on believing in this mystical spotlight, feel free. My concern is the match in it self.
[The heat from the stove top burner begins to grow, the black steel begins to turn to a bright shade of orange.]
Quickenbosh:
I posed the question of; "who will win this Sunday?" I think the answer is pretty clear. Will Dinero, you say you are a man of the future. You want the past to stay the past. History is history to you.
[Quickenbosh lowers his hand on the stove, slightly touching his finger to the hot burner. He lashes back, as the burner is very hot and he slightly burns his finger. Quickenbosh begins to shake his hand.]
Quickenbosh:
Ouch! That's pretty hot. Dinero, be careful about looking to the future to far ahead. Don't forget history. History is the present. That's why every generation writes it anew. But what everybody thinks of as history is actually its end product......myth. And remember Dinero, those who don't learn from history.................are doomed to repeat it.
[Quickenbosh lowers his hand to the hot burner, but then shakes his head. Instead of touching the burner, he carefully turns the knob, turning off the burner. Quickenbosh points at the burner and smiles, shaking his head.]
[Fade Out]
[Inside a middle class home, just a block away from Wilson Memorial Park, is Shane Quickenbosh. The walls are adorned with pictures of family and friends. The refrigerator door is open, as the hum from the fridge grows louder. The door shuts and Shane Quickenbosh stands up, holding a bottle of juice. He opens the bottle and takes a quick drink. Quickenbosh stands in front of the counter, his microwave resting behind him. To his right is his kitchen stove and directly in front of him , his kitchen sink.]
Quickenbosh:
So I'm an issue, eh? I guess that's a fair description, Dinero. I show up each month, on a planned date and I am never the same.
[Quickenbosh smiles.]
Quickenbosh:
I'm glad there is no hostility, Will. I'm glad you and I share a mutual respect and want nothing more than go out there this Sunday and steal the show. You talk about this match being nothing more than business. I couldn't agree more. You want to win just as badly, as I do. But this Sunday, one of us cannot. One of us will fall. The question is who?
[Quickenbosh reaches over to the stove and turns the front burner on to "HI". He waves his hand over the heating burned to check that it is working properly.]
Quickenbosh:
Make no mistake about it, Will. The spotlight......its something I really could care less about. My goal is to go out there and entertain the fans of Valor. Make sure at the end of the night, each and everyone of them walk away, feeling like they got their money's worth. So if you want to go on believing in this mystical spotlight, feel free. My concern is the match in it self.
[The heat from the stove top burner begins to grow, the black steel begins to turn to a bright shade of orange.]
Quickenbosh:
I posed the question of; "who will win this Sunday?" I think the answer is pretty clear. Will Dinero, you say you are a man of the future. You want the past to stay the past. History is history to you.
[Quickenbosh lowers his hand on the stove, slightly touching his finger to the hot burner. He lashes back, as the burner is very hot and he slightly burns his finger. Quickenbosh begins to shake his hand.]
Quickenbosh:
Ouch! That's pretty hot. Dinero, be careful about looking to the future to far ahead. Don't forget history. History is the present. That's why every generation writes it anew. But what everybody thinks of as history is actually its end product......myth. And remember Dinero, those who don't learn from history.................are doomed to repeat it.
[Quickenbosh lowers his hand to the hot burner, but then shakes his head. Instead of touching the burner, he carefully turns the knob, turning off the burner. Quickenbosh points at the burner and smiles, shaking his head.]
[Fade Out]
